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[hornedstorys]

OP Shanks x Reader - the thing about age

Warnings: Age gap…, big age gap (about 14 - 17 years), nsfw, slow burn, mutual attraction, very light dirty talk, Reader falls first but Shanks falls so much harder, icky pirate men, jealousy, Shanks is protective, sex in public.

Synopsis: It's never easy to fall in love with an older man, especially when he's so burned into your mind.

He had seen you for the first time in Makino's bar. You needed a job to earn some extra money. After all, it was never a bad thing to have some money in case of an emergency. Besides, Makino was a good friend of yours and you were really happy to help her out.

He hardly noticed you at first, even when Makino introduced you to him. You seemed shy and blushed slightly. But you had noticed him. His auburn hair, the mischief in his eyes and the broad grin on his handsome face. You weren't even put off by the fact that he was missing an arm. It only aroused your curiosity.

Oh how he had made you nervous without realizing it. You fell for him first, for the handsome pirate captain. But it would remain a crush forever. Because Shanks was much older than you, and not that 'it's only six years' older, but more than twelve years. Over ten years of experience and lifetime separated you. You felt like an invisible child around him.

But one day, one little thing changed. You were serving some nasty-looking, lice-ridden pirates. Shanks was sitting at the counter and seemed to be talking to Makino. She knew about your secret crushes, of course. But instead of judging you for it, she thought it was kind of sweet. But she also told you not to get your hopes up. Not even if you were much older. Shanks traveled a lot and only came by every few months, if at all. He wasn't really settled, yet he liked to flirt far too much. One thing that made you uneasy and kind of jealous. He never flirted with you. He never even saw you.

“What can I get you guys?” you asked the group and you felt the looks they were giving you. You weren't really dressed conspicuously. Nothing suggestive. Nevertheless, these men had hunger in their eyes, like ravenous sharks. Somehow you tried to hide your discomfort. You wanted to remain professional. Makino had often told you that you didn't have to serve some customers if you felt uncomfortable.

But you were tired of being seen as a child. You were more mature than some young women your age and you wouldn't let idiots like that spoil your mood.

“How about you, darling?” one of them slurred and you clenched your jaw. “No aviable,” you mumble, glaring at the others. Maybe they would have a normal answer to your question, but of course not. One of them grabbed you roughly by the arm, causing your note and pen to fall out of your hand.

Eyes wide and heart pounding, you looked in panic at the hand on your arm. It was far too close for you. You quickly tried to tear yourself away, but the cold, greasy hand on your arm stood firm.

“Let go of me!” you hiss, your voice shaky.

“Oh come on, sweetie. Stay a little longer. When's your shift over?” one of the men slurred, tears gathering in your eyes as you continue to struggle to free yourself from his grip.

“I said let me go!” your voice grew louder and more hysterical. Just for the amusement of those vile figures sitting at the table, grinning broadly. But their smiles disappeared pretty quickly as a shadow loomed behind you.

“Didn't you hear what she said? She told you to let her go,” that voice made you shudder too. It didn't tolerate any argument. As quickly as the hand touched you, it was gone again. No one willingly messed with the red Shanks. And the men quickly fled the bar, leaving you still trembling.

Suddenly, a hand placed itself on your shoulder. You immediately flinched until you heard a familiar voice.

“Are you all right?” Shank's worried gaze was on you. You shyly held your aching arm and hesitantly looked up at him. Your eyes met his for a millisecond and you could see genuine concern in his eyes. But nothing more. You were trapped in his eyes for a short time until you suddenly startled and said “Yes”. You quickly walked past him. It was just too much and uncomfortable for you. You could still feel Shank's eyes on you.

Something had changed since then. You felt like he saw you like a sister. Shanks looked after you every time he was in the bar with his crew. You had heard that they were staying a few more days to replenish supplies and rest. Life at sea was wild and stormy, even if it did have its sunny side. So it seemed like a nice change to have a few quiet days.

“Take care of yourself while I'm gone. Promise me that (Y/n)?” you continued to stare at him and just nodded. A few hours later, his ship had disappeared over the horizon, leaving you alone with your adolescent feelings.

It was a few months before Shanks reappeared with his crew. You had celebrated your seventeenth birthday a few days ago and to your surprise, he had even brought you something.

“I heard it was your birthday,” he grinned and handed you the little box. With warm cheeks, you hesitantly accepted it.

“That wasn't necessary, Captain Shanks. You know, you hardly know me. Besides, how did you know it was my birthday?”. His gaze flicked to Makino and a light went on in your head. When you opened the wooden box, your eyes widened. It was a necklace. But not a necklace made by rich people, it looked homemade. A leather strap with a pretty stone hanging from it.

“That's really pretty, thank you Captain,” your words made him smile.

“Shall I put it on you?” he asked and you nodded nervously. He took the necklace from your hand and gently brushed your hair to the side. His rough hands felt too forbiddingly good on the skin of your neck. You quickly tried to control your thoughts. It took almost an eternity when he put it on you, but only seconds passed and the next moment he was tousling your hair with a grin and leaving. Your heart sank again. Your feelings had hardly changed over the last few months. You had missed him. A grown man, way out of your league. How could a seventeen-year-old girl have any chance with a mature adult man?

That gesture with the hair alone only showed that he only saw you as a little sister, if that. In the evening, you served the rest of the guests, wiped the tables as you often did and tidied everything up. Only the red hair pirates were still here. You rubbed your face and joined them.

“When will you finally leave this place, (Y/n)? Yasopp looked at you questioningly and you didn't know what to say at first. You sat down on one of the wooden chairs, right next to the pirates.

“I have no reason to leave. My home is here,” you explained to him and he raised an eyebrow. You had never thought about your future. Why should you? You had a bed here and a roof over your head. Warm food and Makino. She had been your family for a long time.

“What would be a reason to leave?” Shanks suddenly asked, throwing you off balance for a moment.

“Love,” it was almost more of a question than a firm answer and the whole crew stared at you for a moment. No one said a word. At first they thought you were joking, but your serious face remained. Love, something pirates never felt they had to deal with.

“Love?” Shanks asked with a furrowed brow and your cheeks started to glow again. You just nodded silently and tried not to look him in the eye.

“That's really-” Yasopp started and Ben finished his sentence, ”Corny.” Now Crew was laughing, including Shanks. You rolled your eyes and stood up. Then you turned to them and looked at them with an offended face.

“For being almost twice as old as me, you're at least as stupid,” with these words you left. The pirates' laughter died down immediately. You didn't have the nerve to deal with it. Why should you? You could never talk about such things with men. You didn't notice how Shanks shouted after you that you should stay and that he didn't mean any harm.

But you didn't want to anymore. Your heart hurt and you were too exhausted to get upset. The sun was just setting and you were walking along the beach. Your eyes fell on the sea. When would these feelings finally disappear? Lost in thought, you played with the chain around your neck.

You sat on a small rock and looked out at the dark sea. You barely noticed the shadow approaching you. Until suddenly a shoulder bumped into yours. You automatically dodged.

“Forgive me, (Y/n). I didn't mean to laugh,” Shanks explained and you clenched your jaw, trying not to cry.

“But you did,” you said curtly. You could feel Shanks getting a little restless next to you. That wasn't really his style. He usually had a big mouth and always had a grin on his lips. What was upsetting him now?

“Do you think it's so ridiculous, Shanks? Love?” Your voice unconsciously got louder and you didn't realize it yourself. Shanks looked at you with wide eyes. It was the first time you raised your voice. You were usually such a nice and quiet girl.

“N-no, I don't think so,” he began hesitantly and your gaze remained fixed on the water. He was startled to see the tears running down your cheeks. Out of reflex, he did something you hadn't expected. He wiped your wet skin with the rough pad of his thumb. Your face jerked to the side as if you were trying to escape his touch.

It was just too much. You jumped up and wanted to leave. But Shanks held you firmly by the shoulder.

“(Y/n)…” his voice broke you. You wiped your tears away and looked over your shoulder for just a moment. You could only dimly make out his face. It was all the harder for you to say the following words: “Leave me alone, Shanks.”

You left him standing on the beach. And he was wordless for the first time in his life. What had just happened? You didn't show your face again for the next few days and even when Shanks' ship left the harbor, you weren't here to say goodbye. Something Shanks would not forget as his gaze remained fixed on the mainland.

How many years had passed? Two, three, maybe even four or five? You didn't really know. It had been far too long since you had last seen Shanks. But that night stayed in your mind. You felt bad, and you still did years later. Shanks didn't know about your feelings, but you bitched at him. He didn't deserve it. How stupid you were back then, but you were also hurt.

Tired, you poured beer and were lost in thought. Makino stood next to you and prepared food for the guests. You could feel their eyes on you in the meantime.

“What do you think?” you asked her.

“He hasn't been here for a long time, has he?”

You knew exactly when she meant him. Your heart clenched. You tried to get him out of your thoughts, you tried to close your heart. It was a waste of time. This man didn't want you. But he just wouldn't disappear from your mind.

Suddenly, men's voices sounded from outside, but you thought nothing of it. You had just turned your back to the door when the men sat down. Humming, you picked up your tablet and went to the table where the men were sitting.

"So, what can I get you? I-" you faltered as you looked up and straight into the many familiar eyes. A mop of red hair caught your eye and that mischievous look that looked up just as startled as yours.

"Shanks?..." you breathed, almost dropping your tray. Had this man grown even taller? He looked so much broader and even more grown up. Was that even possible? But Shanks didn't answer you. His gaze still lingered on your figure and slowly you became uneasy. His gaze was intense, but his facial expressions didn't even come close to revealing what he was thinking.

"I can't believe it! Is that our, (Y/n)?" laughed Yasopp, snapping you out of your stupor.

"Where's our little girl gone?" Ben joined in and laughed. You blushed and Shank's gaze, which was still on you, didn't make it any better.

"No more little girl, Ben. She's a woman now!" Yasopp nudged his captain.

"Isn' it Shanks?" This question also snapped the redhead out of his thoughts and for a moment he had to think about what was being said.

"Well, yes, gentlemen. You can't disappear for years and then look stupid when things change." After these words, she bought the men an extra round of the best alcohol you had. A cheer rang through the room.

You were still standing there rooted to the spot. Was that really true? Was Shanks really sitting there in front of you and his crew? That man had a lot of nerve. You sat at the bar and watched the crew partying. You knew they would stay much longer this time. Maybe even months.

"Hello, sunshine," Shanks popped up next to you and you tried to avoid his gaze. You just didn't know how to deal with it. His eyes bored into your side profile.

"It's been a long time," he whispers, leaning in your direction. You gulped, "It sure has."

Silence reigned for a moment when suddenly, out of nowhere, you said, "I'm sorry," at the same time.

You looked at each other in surprise at first, before a gentle smile spread across his face.

"Two idiots one thought," he quipped and you rolled your eyes.

"Well I only see one idiot here," you countered and you could have sworn Ben slurred 'My girl'. Shank's eyes twinkled. "Since when do you have such a sharp tongue?" Your eyes darkened at these words.

"Since you haven't shown your face for years, Captain," you grumble and avert your eyes. A pang of guilt immediately shot through Shanks.

"Listen, (Y/n). There's been a lot going on the last few years and after that night..., I didn't really think you'd want to see us..., me..., again," he tried to explain and you sighed.

"It wasn't your fault. It just wasn't a good day back then," you breathed, licking your lips. The redhead looked at you from the side. Then his eyes brightened again and he held out his hand to you.

"Let's start over and forget the whole thing. I'm Shanks," you looked at his remaining hand with puckered eyes. But his look melted your heart and you took it with a smile. "(Y/n)."

Shanks and you had become really good friends and you hardly noticed the age difference. You were far too much on the same wavelength. His crew noticed, of course, especially when Shanks was once again vigilantly watching over you as you tended to the guests.

"Lighten up a bit, Shanks," Yasopp said, squinting over at the redhead. His eagle eyes bored into the guy who'd been looking at you for about too long.

"Yasopp's right. She's not a kid anymore, plus you're not a couple," Ben chimed in now and Shanks just puffed.

"Maybe she's not a kid anymore. But look how she gets teased," he grumbled and his crew laughed uproariously and Shanks grimaced.

"Captain, you're not jealous, are you?" Shanks immediately stiffened and his hands clenched into fists. Was he jealous? He knew very well that you were neither together nor married. But you had triggered something in him that had activated his protective mode and since you had made up, he just wanted to look out for you. But he suppressed the way his body reacted to you.

He had noticed you on the first day. Back then. But when he found out your age from Makino, he immediately recoiled. You were far too young, you could have been his daughter. He had noticed the way you stared at him. Your innocent face, with the innocent eyes that radiated a longing. But he ignored it at first. It was wrong and his stomach had twisted with all the wrong feelings.

But when he saw how that disgusting guy had touched you and the pure panic in your eyes, he couldn't help himself. He had to help you. He felt responsible for you, even though he didn't know you. You were a stranger to him, but at the same time you were so familiar. But he would have loved to break this man's neck.

He saw the struggle in your eyes when he asked you if everything was all right and his gaze lingered on the door you had fled from after you had answered him far too curtly. Until one of his comrades spoke to him.

But now, years later, you were a woman. You were of age and your entire appearance had changed. Your body had become more sculpted, just like your face. It was so much more mature, but it still looked young. Cheeky, bright eyes had looked at him and a beautiful smile. The shyness seemed to have faded, although he always found her adorable.

Yes..., maybe he was jealous. Jealous of the way men looked at you, especially the younger ones. Stupid boys who thought they could have you for one night, but you refused to go with them. You rejected every single one of them. Most of the time even with a sharp tone when they annoyed you even more.

Today was one of those days when it was particularly bad. One of the young men was annoying you and Shanks was watching with a scowl. His crew just kept shaking their heads in amusement.

"I told you I'm not interested. So let it go now," you sigh, annoyed.

"Oh come on. I'm a good match!"

"I said no!" Your voice got louder, but this guy wasn't interested. He stood up and followed you.

"Is there someone else?" he asked suddenly and you stopped abruptly. You looked at him angrily.

"None of your business!", ooh if looks could kill.

"Come on, sweetie. Who's better than me? That old bastard over there?" He pointed his finger at Shanks and now you'd had enough.

"Don't call him that!" You shoved him with all your might and he actually staggered back a few steps. The bar went completely silent. All eyes were on you. His pride hurt, the stranger picked himself up and his expression was dark. He was actually about to strike out and hit you. You braced yourself for the pain and heard Makino scream, but he didn't come.

"Damn," the young man gritted and you opened your eyes only to see Shanks had grabbed his wrist. His gaze was cold. You could see the stranger's face go pale.

You could feel the warmth he radiated. This man was a giant. His scent enveloped you and you almost felt dizzy as it invaded your mind.

"If you harm a hair on her head, I promise you'll wish you were dead," his words were pure poison. Then Shanks let go of him.

"Get out of here and never show your face again."

"Shanks, you didn't have to do that," you sighed and glared at him. "Thanks."

Shanks' gaze immediately softened when he saw you. The shock was still deep in your veins, but it would go away.

"You really should take care of yourself," he said with a sigh and you grinned cheekily and nudged his arm.

"I've got you, Captain," Shanks did start to grin at your statement. You cheeky girl, but you were so right. He would always protect you, no matter how well you took care of yourself. He would always be there for you.

"I'd have to be around you all the time for that, though," he purred sweetly and his comrades' jaws dropped open. He's flirting?

"You are all the time since you've been here anyway," you giggled and Shanks put his arm around your shoulder. His eyes sparkled.

"Come on, I'm irresistible," he teased you.

"Captain!!!" his crew yelled and you laughed out.

"You might be ancient, Shanks," you took his arm off your shoulders. He looked indignant.

"For being so old, you were quite defensive of me earlier," he countered and you blushed.

"Of course, because I'm the only one who's allowed to call you an old git," you grinned and Shanks shook his head in amusement.

Flirting was becoming commonplace. Shanks tried to break you. You flirted back, but you remained stubborn and kept him at arm's length.

"Do you believe in love at first sight - or should I come in again?" Shanks sat at the bar and looked at you with a grin. You were polishing glasses. Your eyes rolled and you shook your head.

"Sorry, I don't have my glasses on today," you said back and you could hear giggles from his crew, who were watching the whole thing with amusement.

"Wouldn't you and I look lovely as marzipan figurines on a wedding cake?" Shanks waggled his eyebrows. You cleared a glass and turned to him.

"Isn't getting married a bit late for you, Shanks?"

You heard Yasopp shoot his beer out of his mouth and nose when he heard your answer. His laughter echoed through the room. Shanks' eyebrow twitched as you called him old again. Stop seeing and calling him that. Did you really think he was old, did you really see him that way?

"Shanks?" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he saw your questioning look.

"Have you swallowed your tongue, Captain?" you asked sweetly and he narrowed his eyes.

"No, but you're welcome to swallow something."

"Captain!!! THAT'S GOING TOO FAR!!!"

You felt yourself falter. A triumphant grin appeared on Shank's face. You lost yourself for a moment. He looked so fucking good.

"You, I don't like swallowing," you said quietly and casually and Shanks tilted his head. You avoided his gaze.

"It tastes awful," you confessed to him and you didn't notice his expression change. Something inside him tensed up, did you already have something? How else would you know or had you just heard it? A thousand images circled in his mind. Had you already had sex? With who?

He became restless inside and jealousy rose up in him.

"I mean," you clear your throat sheepishly. "That's the only experience I have", you confessed to him and Shank's eyes widened. You were still a virgin? At the same time, he had relaxed so enormously and he exhaled heavily subconsciously.

"You've never had sex before?" he asked in a whisper and you wondered how you could have started this topic. Maybe the innermost thought was to make him jealous. If only he knew you were still waiting for him.

"Yes."

"Why?""It was never the right one," you told him, giving him a weak smile. But that answer wasn't enough for Shanks.

"Who's right for you?" the question burst out of him. You sighed and shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't know," you lied and Shanks clenched his jaw. He held out hope that you meant him. That you were saying his name. But why was he getting his hopes up? You probably had no interest in him, you saw him as a best friend. And as an old man. If only he knew how much you wanted to shout his name. Wanted to tell him it was him. All this time, for years. That you were still waiting for him yourself, not having sex with other men because none of them were him. The first time you touched yourself, the first thing that rolled off your lips was his name when you came.

That evening you locked the door and were about to go home. Suddenly Shanks was standing behind you. He looked like he was waiting for you. There was a big grin on his face. You looked at him in amazement.

"Fancy a walk with the old man?" he joked, holding out his hand to you. You looked at it again hesitantly and then took it. His hand was rough and warm. You immediately felt at ease, even though it was just a small, innocent touch. The red-haired man pulled you with him and eventually you entwined your arm in his. You realized how you felt like you did back then. Like a young girl, next to her crush. Only years later.

"Shanks, I'm just kidding about the 'old man', you know that, right?" you started to say as you arrived at the beach. The last rays of sun were just setting on the horizon and it was getting dark.

"Of course."

"Liar!" you said and gently pushed him. On his lips a soft smile, giving you butterflies."Honest question, (y/n). Do you really think I'm old?" his eyes fixed on your face and you frowned. It did seem to bother him somehow.

"No," you whisper, "I don't think you're old."

"I'm almost twice your age," he countered and you shrugged your shoulders.

"So what? It's kind of just a number, isn't it? I mean..., we joke around together and talk like we're the same age, but it's just because we're on the same wavelength. I feel comfortable with you," you tried to explain and Shanks could feel his heart beating faster.

"You're comfortable with me?" you giggled and looked at him."Of course! I mean, you've looked after me so many times now and you almost ripped the guy's head off the other day. How can I not feel comfortable and safe with you?" You laugh and now Shanks has to grin even wider.

You didn't realize how dark clouds were gathering over you. It would certainly rain soon. And suddenly the first raindrops began to fall. You looked up at the sky and a few minutes later the drops multiplied. Shanks held his cloak protectively over your head and you walked close to him.

"I know a narrow cave near here," he said against the wind and you just nodded and followed him. It was already far too late to go back. You had been walking for so long that the cave was closer. But the cave was much smaller than you expected and you only just had enough room. It was far too narrow and you couldn't fit a leaf between you and Shanks. There was lightning outside and you were standing in the rock face, soaked. You tried to calm your pulse as the man's warmth was now even stronger.

"I used to fit in here better when I was younger," Shanks joked and you rolled your eyes.

"Must have been a long time, you prankster," you sighed and could feel goose bumps forming on your wet skin. Shanks had placed his hand next to your head, which made you even more uneasy. There was a silence that was almost too loud. There was hardly any light in the crevice.

Only the light of the flash flickered on and off, otherwise you could make out faint outlines of the man in front of you.He could hear your breathing, heavy and unsteady. Just like your heartbeat. It made his blood glow. Was it him that made you so nervous?"

Are you afraid of thunderstorms?" he asked and you shook your head. "No."

"(Y/n)," he began, moving slightly. You could feel his hips rubbing against yours and you almost gasped. You bit your lips quickly, but he had heard it. So it was true. You reacted like that because of him. His eyes were now slowly becoming more and more accustomed to the darkness Wet hair stuck to your face. You flinched as he suddenly wiped a wet strand from your face. His touch ignited a fire that had been there all along. But the hand didn't disappear, it stayed on your cheek.

Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch. Your one hand moved to his chest while the other carefully took his hand.

"Shanks," you whispered and you could roughly see his eyes staring at you. His warm breath came closer to you and your body squirmed under his gaze. He gasped softly as you accidentally rubbed too hard against his loins. You swallowed. He released his hand from yours and gently ran it up your collarbone, over your neck. You held your breath sharply.

Heat flooded your body and you pressed against him. You felt how wet you were getting between your legs, just being near him made you so weak for him. Your clitoris throbbed and you could feel your labia swelling.

"How wet are you for me already, (Y/n)?" he suddenly asked in a hotter voice and you swallowed hard. His breath was so close to you and you moaned softly as the tip of his nose ran over your neck. His voice was a raspy whisper.

"Shanks," you gasp softly. "We can't do this..., I-," he interrupted you as his lips almost brushed yours. Your eyes were clouded with pure lust and the rush of finally feeling the other.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment," he confessed and your eyes widened.

"What?" It took strength to keep your voice steady. You pressed yourself against the cold stone wall and searched his eyes. He sighed heavily.

"I always thought you didn't even know I existed, at least at first," you confessed and Shanks sighed heavily.

"I was aware of you, (Y/n). But your age scared me off and I think you know why," he whispers, his nose still buried in your neck. His soft lips brush against your heated skin.

"I tried to see you as a little sister, a friend. But I always had my eye on you and wanted you to be safe. Then when we saw each other again after years, something changed. But I always thought you saw me as an old man now," he confessed and you sighed.

"I never saw you as an old man, Shanks. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen and since the first day I saw you I've never been able to get you out of my mind.... . I'm fascinated by you, by your experience, your looks and also your age," you confessed and you heard Shanks inhale sharply. Suddenly he opened his lips and you could feel his warm tongue, which felt almost cold on your skin. You moaned and ground your hips against him as he licked over your jugular.

"You want to know who's the right one, Shanks? It was always you..., every day I waited for you, pushed every man away from me because none of them were like you," the words just rolled off your lips and now Shanks broke away from your neck. His eyes searched yours.

"I fucking want you! All these years I've wanted you to see me, to touch me, to make me yours!" The next moment his lips crashed hard against yours and you clawed at his neck. Shank's hand moved to the back of your neck and held you in his iron grip.

You moaned when his tongue touched yours. Oh he tasted so heavenly. They whirled around eagerly, but you had to separate. Breathing heavily, your foreheads leaned against each other. His rough cheek caressed yours and his arm was now wrapped tightly around your body. And you liked it. You liked how close you were to him now.His nose brushed yours and his gaze caught yours. His eyes were dark with lust.

"Let me feel how wet you are. Just once. I have to..., no I want to know. I want to feel it." This statement made you groan. You pulled away from him as best you could.

Then you gently took his pants and let them slide into your pants. Immediately his thick fingers sank into your wet and swollen lips. He gasped darkly as he realized how wet you were, and all because of him.

"Oh (Y/n)," he bit his lips as he saw your lust-filled face. Your eyelids were half-lowered, looking up at him. Then suddenly he thrust a finger into you and your mouth fell open. Shortly after, a second one joined in.

"Shanks!" you couldn't hold back the moan any longer. The feeling of his fingers inside you was too intoxicating. You wanted to be filled by him so eagerly.

"I want you so much, (y/n). So, so much. But not now," he gasped, pressing his covered, hard cock against you. You gave him a disappointed look. But you could guess why. He had to get back to sea soon.

"Promise me you'll wait for me. I will come back, I will come back to you and then I will finally make you mine. I will then be yours forever," he kissed your cheek gently and released his fingers from you. You watched, fascinated, as he licked them clean.

"I'll wait for you, even if it takes years," you whispered and the next moment his lips were on yours again.Humming, you put the laundry basket down and hung the white sheet over the line. There was a light breeze, otherwise it was silent. Makino wasn't home and you enjoyed the time alone, partly.

It's been almost two years since you last saw Shanks. In the cave. Since then, he had been on the high seas and you had waited for him. You rejected every man. The longing almost consumed you, but the chain on your neck gave you confidence.

You heard the sound of the sea, but the sheets blocked your view. A ship gently docked at the edge of the jetty. You continued to hum your made-up song as footsteps approached. A shadow loomed behind a layer and suddenly it was pulled aside. Intense eyes gazed at the back of your head. You sensed its presence and your head tilted slightly in its direction. Your eyes met and before you could open your mouth to say anything, he rushed towards you and pressed his lips firmly to yours.

You dropped laundry as you staggered back and fell into the pile of laundry. A laugh escaped your lips as you noticed the

mess. You were allowed to do the laundry again."You took your time, Captain," you whisper against his lips.

"But you kept your promise," and the next moment you press your lips against his. He didn't take his time either and his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned and clung to him. As if by magic, you started to take off your clothes. You didn't care if anyone could see you. You just wanted him.

His lips wandered along your neck. You buried your fingers in his red hair and savored the feeling of his closeness. Shanks' lips slid further down and you could feel his warm breath between your legs.

"Shanks," you moaned and he just grinned rakishly at you.

"Relax, sunshine. We've got all the time in the world."Out of nowhere, he suddenly pressed his mouth to your wet pussy. An overwhelming feeling came over you and you greedily pushed your pelvis towards him. As if you were his lifeblood, he licked you without pause. You could feel something tightening inside you, but just as quickly, he let go of you and you sighed in disappointment. Shanks laughed, his chin smeared with your juices and the sight of him only made you hotter.

You spread your legs before he could and it wasn't even seconds when he was between your legs. His lips greedily on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips. A moan escaped you. You were an impatient mess of emotions, frustration and desire. Quickly, Shanks penetrated you. You were so wet for him that he slid into you effortlessly.

In sync, you moaned and he began to move his hips. Your legs snaked over his hips to feel him even deeper inside you. Your panting mingled with the sound of your wet pussy nestling tightly around him. Greedy and longing for more. More of him. At last he saw you, at last you could feel his hands on your body, his lips on yours. At last you were his and he was yours.

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One Piece - Buggy x Reader - Make Up/out 1/2

Okay, I thought that today. Give me a hot make-out session with this clown until my face is smeared with red Fabre and saliva. Amen.

Warnings: Making out, slightly nsfw

Synopsis: Buggy needs help with his lip makeup, so you give yourself a push and get over it.

Buggy sat grumbling to himself in front of the mirror in his cabin just as you walked through the door. You noticed his sulking immediately and snorted in amusement, which startled him. He had been so focused that he hadn't even noticed you. He immediately turned his head in your direction.

His blue-green eyes scrutinized you like a snobbish child and giggled at his look.

“Are you laughing at me!?” he growled and immediately your giggles stopped and you looked at him seriously.

“You know I would never do that, Buggy,” you assured him and the impulsive clown seemed to calm down, but still didn't seem entirely convinced.

“I was just wondering what was making you so angry,” you said, slowly approaching him. His face was made up in his typical style so far, only his lips were missing. They looked as if he had often roughly wiped away the color he had applied to his skin.

Buggy growled something again and didn't seem to want to tell you. You sighed and moved closer to him. Now you were standing right in front of him, bending down to his eye level.

“Are you having trouble with the make-up?” You gently took his chin between your thumb and forefinger and stared at his lips, examining them.

Buggy's eyes widened slightly as he noticed your closeness. You weren't a couple and never really got physically close, at least not sexually. But you had always been so kind and gentle with him, even though he was so often a cynical jerk in a clown suit. But you? You had so much patience with him and carefully gave him the closeness he needed.

Of all his crew members, he hated you the least, even though it was hard for him to let your kindness near him. But there you stood, stroking his lower lip with your thumb and looking at the red color that clung to your skin. He was so mesmerized by your gesture that he briefly forgot he existed.

“Maybe I can help you,” you offered and now he woke up from his stupor and his intense eyes scrutinized you critically. “If you like,” he said, his brow still furrowed. You grabbed a chair and sat down next to him. You gently took a wet cloth and wiped his lips.

You looked up at him briefly and Buggy gave you his familiar wide grin when he realized you were looking at him. A chuckle came out of your mouth. When the last bit of paint was gone, you took his can of red, creamy paint and ran your finger over the mixture so that it stuck to it.

“Hold still,” you breathed intently, and the only thing Buggy could do was nod, hypnotized, as he watched your face come closer to his. He could feel your warm breath on his skin. His eyelids closed briefly.

Gently you held his chin and your other index and middle fingers brushed his lips to apply the color.

“Look at me Buggy,” you whisper and immediately his eyes flickered open to stare at you. Your heart thumped wildly against your chest and you licked your lips.

“You have beautiful eyes, you know that?” you confessed to him and Buggy's look became slightly horrified. A compliment? Something he wasn't used to, he'd never been complimented, he didn't know what to say except to keep staring at himself. You smirked at his look.

“I'm serious, Buggy. You have beautiful eyes and… Nice lips.” Now you passed over his lips for milliseconds, as if in slow motion, and you heard him inhale sharply.

Your heart was pounding in your throat and Buggy felt the same way, but then he stirred.

“DON'T LIE TO ME!” he snarled, but you didn't even flinch. You knew he wouldn't hurt you, at least not on purpose. “Then I'll prove it to you, you stubborn Man,” you cursed with a cheeky grin, though your heart almost exploded, knowing the step you were about to take.

You lowered your eyelids and got closer and closer to Buggy.

“What are you doi-?” You broke it off as your lips crashed against his and you kissed him. His stubble tickled your skin and made you shiver, but Buggy wasn't left cold either when he realized what you were doing.

He immediately pulled you closer, panting as if he'd discovered a new candy he liked. At first it was a gentle but firm kiss, but behind the harmless façade of this caress lay something else. Something fiery, hungry. More.

Buggy grabbed your hair and you let him pull you onto the chair to sit astride his lap. His tongue greedily invaded your mouth and you moaned. His mouth was so warm, wet and inviting. It only excited you more as his warm tongue explored your mouth It excited you and you felt the fabric of your underpants soak up your moisture.

Teeth clashed and Buggy's other hand roamed over your body as you clawed at his neck, savoring the way he devoured you, so intoxicated by the feel of each other that you forgot everything around you. Buggy's red, wet lips smeared over yours, staining them red too, but you didn't notice as you moaned into his mouth.

He pulled you tighter against him so that there was almost no space between you and you rubbed your abdomen against his, as if of your own accord, making him moan and pull your hair even more.

With a popping sound, you released each other with a gasp and a thread of saliva ran between your mouth and his.

Breathing heavily, you looked at each other as you leaned your foreheads against each other.

“Do you believe me now?” you breathed amusedly and now a wide grin formed on Buggy's face as he gently squeezed your cheeks with his hand to look at you.

“I think… I need a little more convincing.” His voice sounded hazy. You laughed at his answer and gasped sensually again as his thumb stroked the red color on your face. There was a crazy glint in his eyes.

He was about to put his lips on yours again, but you stopped him.

“I'm sorry, Captain. But the show must go on and now you've finished your make-up,” you whispered against his mouth, turning his head towards the mirror.

It was a reflection of the mess when he saw you two in the mirror. Your hair was disheveled and your face was smeared red. Both of you with swollen lips, but one thing that also stood out was Buggy's mouth. It was perfect now, just the way he wanted it. You grinned proudly at him, but Buggy wasn't fixated on his figure. But on yours.

With his mouth slightly open, he looked at you as if you were a mythical creature. His gaze quickly became disappointed when you slid off his lap. He wanted more. He wanted more of that feeling and the warmth that your body gave him.

It didn't even bother him how his hard cock tightened his pants and twitched impatiently. It just showed what he wanted, even if he was still struggling with his feelings inside.

He definitely wouldn't leave it like that. Slowly he stood up and you looked at him, curious as to what his next move was. But then reality slowly came back and what you had actually just done. You were making out with your captain and Buggy, of all people, whose emotions were hard to read.

He saw the brief shock in your gaze, but that only gave him more confidence as he walked towards you with a wicked grin. He grabbed your neck, gently, and came closer to your face with his.

“Very brave, giving orders to your captain, sweetheart.”

You licked your lips.

“But making out was acceptable?” Your gaze was challenging. A growling giggle escaped Buggy's throat and his lips brushed yours, but before he actually kissed you, he broke away from you and left the room.

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Okay! Give me a hot make-out session with this clown until my face is smeared with red paint and saliva. Amen.

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One Piece - Pregnancy and fatherhood - Bartolomeo/ Headcanons - light nsfw

• This man as a father? Absolutely yes!

• He's in golden heaven when you tell him you're pregnant. You thought he was only that excited about Ruffy? Forget it!

• He already adored you before (because you might be part of the Straw Hat Pirates), but now it's tripled and the feared, crazy pirate has become an absolute protector and softy.

• He stays by your side, asking you what you need every half hour, even when you were only a few weeks pregnant.

• You really had to calm him down and keep him on a lead, especially in the early days. He had plenty of time to play guard dog later on.

• Does he stick to it? Nope!

• You wanted to go down or up stairs, not without him! He immediately picks you up bridal style and carries you.

• "(Y/n) Senpai!!! My beloved, let me do this for you!!!"

• When his crew finds out they are speechless. How did their captain know how children are made?.... Wait... YOU HAD SE-!?

• But they are happy!

• You're lying in bed together and Barto is stroking your belly and talking to your child. Regardless of whether or not they can hear your voices.

• When you visited the Straw Hats, he held you up to them, in Simba style, and proudly told his Ruffy Senpai that he was going to be a father.

•"Ruffy Senpai, just look! My (Y/n) Senpai is having a baby!"

• Ruffy is happy for you and grins broadly, the others are also happy and congratulate you.

• He brings you all the food you need, no matter how crazy your cravings are.

• He massages everything that hurts. Be it your feet, your back ... Your breasts hehe.

• Barto always thought you were beautiful, but pregnancy showed him a completely different side of your beauty and it made him weak.

• It would be a lie if your swollen body didn't make him hard, but he had sworn not to touch you like that during this time. He was afraid of hurting you, after all, he was more than two meters tall.

• But you liked the caresses of your breasts and your hormones allowed it to get wet between your legs.

• So you didn't hold back the moans and your poor Barto faltered.

• Don't do that to him.

• But you didn't stop and looked at him with a pout and wide eyes.

• Barto bit his lips.

• The whole thing ended with him sinking his face between your legs and greedily eating you.

• He loved making you feel good and taking care of you.

• You wanted to do something good for him too, but he refused. It was all about you now.

• Barto would be a great, somewhat clumsy father.

• When your child finally born, it would sleep on his chest and you would sleep next to him, in his arms.

• He would let the child pull his green hair while you brushed his hair.

• He helped you as much as he could to relieve you.

• Changing diapers, no problem! (Even if he almost fainted the first time).

• He wanted your baby to sleep in bed with you. He couldn't leave his precious little treasure alone.

• If he knew you two were with him, he could sleep with peace of mind.

• He woke up in the middle of the night, his gaze briefly falling on your sleeping form and your child. A gentle smile came to his lips.

• How lucky could someone who is usually loathed be to deserve someone like you?

• He gently pressed a kiss to your cheek and pulled you closer to him.

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One Piece Shanks x Reader - Pirate bride

Warnings: Age Gap - (iam not sorry for this ;-;), Forced Marriage

You stood at the railing and stared out to sea. The sun had just set and the crew had gone to bed. The day had been relatively strenuous and had sapped the crew's strength. But you couldn't sleep. You felt restless inside and the sound of the sea mostly calmed you down.

You had been with the red-haired pirates for some time now and they were like family to you. You had grown together and your trust was growing. You laughed, ate and celebrated together and weathered every storm. Above all, you had a deep bond with your captain.

Shanks. The only man who ever became so deeply embedded in your mind that you almost went insane. But you became equally addicted to it. You couldn't deny that you had feelings for this man, despite the fact that he was older than you. But his cheeky manner made him seem ten years younger and that annoying… but breathtaking grin he always gave you made your legs go weak.

You sighed and the cold wind brushed your cheeks. You thought about how often he had saved your life. One moment in particular had marked you…

It was your wedding day. The day you thought you were looking forward to, but you weren't, because you were supposed to marry someone you didn't love and didn't know. Was there anything worse?

You knew Shanks before this big day through your friend Makino. You had worked in her bar in the meantime and had seen Shanks and his crew a lot.

“You look depressed, little one,” Shanks said, his eyes staring intently at you. Your heart warmed when he showed you that he noticed how you were feeling. You told him and the crew your story, not realizing how Shanks gripped his beer mug tighter and his eyes darkened.

He saw the tears in your eyes and the longing for unbridled freedom that you weren't allowed to have because it was simply taken from you without asking you what you even wanted. His usual cheeky manner had disappeared and he seemed thoughtful as you turned back to your work.

He and the crew came by every now and then and one day, they stayed a little longer. Right on your wedding day, as if it was destiny. You stood at the altar in a dress that felt tight even though it fit and with your heart pounding, but not with joy.

What had you done to deserve this? All you wanted was to be able to be yourself and make your own decisions. You had hoped for a miracle when the words were spoken: “If anyone present has any objections to this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Please… all you needed was a miracle…

A single miracle… that's all you wanted…

Suddenly the door of the church was flung open and a familiar red mop of hair entered your field of vision. It was Shanks, closely followed by his men. Your eyes widened and your heart started pounding again, but this time with joy.

“I have an objection,” growled Shanks, a dangerous and confident grin on his face. Panicked pairs of eyes settled on the dreaded pirate, who was now striding towards you. His eyes never left your form for a second. You could feel your body arching in his direction as if it were magnetic.

“I'm going to get my wife back.”

Your eyes widened and Shanks pushed your intended aside, only to throw you over his shoulder. None of the people present said anything. They were too afraid of taking Benn's bullets to the face. Shanks carried you out of the church and towards his ship.

The crew jeered as their captain lowered you down, your veil still over your face. Shanks' eyes were on you again. Then he held out his hand in your direction.

“May I?” You faltered briefly, then realized what he was about to do and nodded, eyes wide. You didn't know what hit you when a stifled laugh came out of your mouth as he placed the veil over your head. But the laughter soon turned to crying and you sniffled.

“Don't cry, (Y/n). Isn't today a special day?” His voice was soft and you sniffled. He gently brushed a tear from your cheek and you blinked up at him.

“My horrible wedding?” you asked and a grin returned to Shank's lips.

“No, silly. Today is a special day because you're free to do whatever you want!”

At his words, your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. You just stared at the red-haired man.

Did he say free?

Shank's face contorted in surprise as you jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. Tears ran down your face and wet his top. He gently placed his hand on your head.

“You don't have to worry anymore, little one,” Shanks whispers and you release yourself from his grip and look at him.

“How can I ever thank you, Shanks?” you asked, and again you let him wipe away your tears. His features were gentle as he spoke, “Stay with us.”

Actually, he wanted to say 'stay with me', he wanted you to stay with him because you were better off with him. He could protect you and give you what you needed without you having to worry about being locked up in a life you didn't want.

You didn't think twice and joined him. Then a grin crept onto your lips.

“Your wife, yes? I didn't know I was your wife, Shanks,” you teased him and you saw his cheeks turn pink and he scratched his head in embarrassment. But just as quickly as the embarrassment came, it went away and his look became more confident again as he scrutinized you.

“Well, you're already wearing the right dress.” You laughed and playfully punched him in the arm. But what you didn't tell him was that you would rather marry him than anyone else.

You woke up from the memory as footsteps approached. You knew exactly who was coming towards you and your head turned in the direction the footsteps were coming from.

“You're still awake?”

“I couldn't sleep.”

Shanks joined you, also staring out at the dark sea. You eyed him from the side.

“You still owe me a dance,” you said and Shanks furrowed his brows briefly. “A wedding dance,” you added, and now a light came on for Shanks. His head swiveled in your direction and you licked your lips. His shoulder touched yours and you felt the tingle forming in that spot.

“Is that so?” he asked teasingly and your cheeks started to glow.

“Yes!” You hesitate and your look becomes a little sadder. “Unless you don't want to.”

He looked almost offended, like a kicked puppy. Then he detached himself from the railing and bowed nobly, offering you his hand. His gaze lifted and there was something intense in his eyes.

You took his hand and suddenly he swept you away. You laughed as he led you across the deck. Whether you could call it dancing was a matter of opinion, but you had your fun. At some point, you were standing close to each other, swaying back and forth.

“You know, Shanks. When you said I was your wife, my first thought was that I would rather marry you than any other man in the world. There at the altar, I was really just waiting for you to get me out of there.” You tried to keep your voice steady as you confessed your thoughts to him.

You clung to Shank's coat as if you were afraid he would just turn around and leave. You were afraid of his reaction and whether he would push you away. But he didn't, quite the opposite. Out of nowhere, he pressed his lips to yours and you froze. Did that really just happen?

You returned the kiss and it quickly turned into a small, gentle battle of emotions. Unfortunately, you had to break away due to a lack of oxygen.

Shanks leaned forward.

“If you only knew how pleased I am to hear that, my pirate bride.

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(Y/n): *reads a ( smutty ) book

Shanks: *appears out of nowhere*

“What are you reading?”

(Y/n): *Cries out and falls off the barrel she's sitting on*

“NOTHING!” *throws the book quickly into the sea*

Shanks: *looks at her confused*

“Did you just throw your book into the sea?”

(Y/n): *Proudly crosses her arms and wrinkles his nose because he can't see it now*

“Yes!” *stops afterwards*

“MY BOOK!!!” *jumps quickly after the book*

Benn got to save her while Shanks almost fainted and thought she was dying.

END

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One Piece Killer x Reader - Smile

Warnings: None really, Killer's insecurities, instead of pick-up lines there are jokes today

Synopsis: You've noticed that Killer doesn't like his laugh, which you can't understand, so you've tried to make him laugh to prove him wrong.

This man deserves more attention and above all love, he is one of my fav. Characters from One Piece. PS: The jokes are translated from German into English, I hope they are well received XD I don't know how these jokes are originally translated into English.

You stood thoughtfully at the edge of the Victoria Punk and looked out over the wide sea. You often just stood there with your arms folded and lingered for a while. It was nice to have some peace and quiet, especially on this ship it could get noisy. Mostly when the Kid had his screaming fits again. You suppressed a giggle as you thought of your captain's roaring face.

But the smile on your lips made you stop. You couldn't help but think of Killer. The big man with the mask who hated his laugh - you knew it from the Kid. You also knew that that's why Killer wore a mask and never actually laughed. He was as calm as the sea on calm days. But inside you wondered whether the whole thing wasn't weighing Killer down a little. Laughter was a beautiful thing and nobody should be ashamed of their laughter.

You got on best with Killer right from the start. You liked his calm manner and he seemed to enjoy yours too. You often watched the sea together and talked. Another thing he always liked to do was cook you something. And he cooked really well!

You thought about how you could help Killer get rid of his discomfort, then you thought of something and made your way to the kitchen, where Killer should be. And you were right, because you could smell the good smell for miles, you were sure of it.

“Hi handsome, I knew I'd find you here,” you flirted affectionately, but you didn't realize how Killer tensed up briefly when he heard your words. You liked calling him pet names, mostly because it seemed to make him nervous. But it was just the truth, you thought Killer was handsome, even if you never saw his face.

“Hello,” it came softly from his mouth and he turned his head in your direction. The holes in his blue and white mask looked at you, almost gently. Sometimes you felt like you could tell what emotions he was expressing even with the mask on. “Did the smell of the food lure you here?” he asked, amused and still with a blush on his cheeks.

You smiled gently at him. Oh how he loved your smile, so beautiful. He could and wanted to see it every day.

“No, not really. Well, sort of, but that wasn't the main reason,” you giggle sheepishly. You were a little worried that your plan might go wrong. Killer was really sensitive about his laughter and had already killed a few people because of it. Not that you think he would kill you, but you didn't want to hurt him. You just wanted to hear him laugh.

“Sooo, I heard a good joke the other day, you want to hear it?” Killer tilted his head briefly, he seemed confused, but then he nodded slightly.

“A fish goes into the pharmacy and says: “Please, an anti-dandruff shampoo!” You chuckled, but no sound came from Killer. His head was still tilted. You felt your cheeks start to glow with embarrassment, but you carried on.

“What do you think is humanity's biggest problem, stupidity or ignorance?” - “I don't know, I don't care!”

This time you heard a snort - it sounded amused, but he wasn't laughing yet. You were about to make another joke, but then Killer suddenly put a bowl of food in front of you. You looked at him, confused.

“No, not really. Well, sort of, but that wasn't the main reason,” you giggle sheepishly. You were a little worried that your plan might go wrong. Killer was really sensitive about his laughter and had already killed a few people because of it. Not that you think he would kill you, but you didn't want to hurt him. You just wanted to hear him laugh.

“Sooo, I heard a good joke the other day, you want to hear it?” Killer tilted his head briefly, he seemed confused, but then he nodded slightly.

“A fish goes into the pharmacy and says: “Please, an anti-scales shampoo!” You chuckled, but no sound came from Killer. His head was still tilted. You felt your cheeks start to glow with embarrassment, but you carried on.

“What do you think is humanity's biggest problem, stupidity or ignorance?” - “I don't know, I don't care!”

This time you heard a snort - it sounded amused, but he wasn't laughing yet. You were about to make another joke, but then Killer suddenly put a bowl of food in front of you. You looked at him, confused.

“I think that's enough with the jokes, (Y/n),” he breathes, it sounded so muffled that you didn't know if he was in a bad mood or not. Grumbling, you ate the food. You will not give up.

For the next few days you tried your luck and told killer jokes, which didn't go unnoticed by the Kid. Confused and with the grim expression he always had, he watched you.

“Yesterday I bought a pair of camouflage pants. Today I can't find them,” you told him and again Killer just shook his head. You sulked. You were about to give up.

A few days later, as you were cleaning the deck, someone unintentionally snuck up on you. You were humming a tune to yourself when you suddenly heard a voice.

“You're not going to make him laugh like that.” The Kid had startled you so much that you'd actually smacked him with the mop. You gasped in horror and slapped your hand over your mouth. Kid's head turned red with anger and he was about to grumble when a rare laugh echoed across the deck and the whole crew fell silent, even Kid.

Killer had watched the whole thing. He wanted to see you and when he saw how you had accidentally hit the captain, he couldn't help but laugh.

You stared at him with wide eyes and when he met your gaze, he was overcome with shame and fled to his cabin. You quickly ran after him and before he could close the door, you scurried through it.

“Stop, killer!” Your voice actually made him flinch and you stopped.

“Please don't run,” you breathed and your movements were hesitant. You didn't want to get too close to him, just following him into the room had been enough. Killer just sighed and stood with his back to you. Slowly, you walked towards him. Your hand placed itself on his forearm and he flinched briefly.

“I don't understand why you don't like your laugh,” you whispered and neither heard a sigh.

“It's terrible…”

“Nonsense! I find it unique and beautiful,” you said in a firm voice and now his mask tilted in your direction. You knew he was hesitating and he searched your eyes for the lie, but he couldn't find it. His shoulders slumped.

“Is that why you told the jokes?” he asked and you looked to the side, embarrassed.

“Maybe,” you admitted and Killer huffed in amusement.

“They were really-”

“Bad, I know,” you finished his sentence and Killer laughed softly. Immediately, your eyes darted to him. His laugh mesmerized you and you were already getting hooked.

“Give me time. I don't know if I'll ever manage to really laugh again - I've been suppressing it for a long time…” You gently stroked his arm.

“I'll gladly hit the Kid with the mop again,” you suggested and you both giggled.

“Deal.”

You could still hear the angry Kid from outside, shouting around and now with a bump on his head.

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Kingdom of Heavens - King Baldwin x Reader - Inner Beauty - Part 1

Warnings: Slow burn, arranged marriage (between the reader's sister and Baldwin), blasphemy about looks, sister is really garbage character-wise

Synopsis: Your sister is supposed to marry King Baldwin, but she won't accept him as a man because of his looks and his illness. Meanwhile, you see more in Baldwin than his illness and you start to fall in love with him.

Baldwin's face and hands are not yet affected by the disease at the beginning of the story. I won't give an exact age, except that they are all of legal age. PS: I haven't seen the movie yet, so excuse me if I've missed something.

Bright and large, the sun stood over Jerusalem and illuminated the land in all its splendor. You sat in a carriage and looked out of the window. Barren, foreign landscapes met your eyes. You had never been to Jerusalem before, you had only heard about it. You were all the more excited to get to know this country and its people.

Your sister, however, did not seem so enthusiastic. She was to marry King Baldwin the Fourth. You had heard that he was a good king and had achieved more at a very young age than many other rulers. But you had heard that the king had fallen ill at far too young an age. Something that gave you compassion for him. You felt sorry for him and that his fate was sealed in this way.

“Do I really have to marry him, father?” You heard your sister's hysterical voice and you furrowed your brows, but not a word left your lips. You could understand your sister's fear of catching it from the king, but surely he would be careful not to get too close to her unnecessarily. Especially since not even a descendant was required of him. You also heard that he even wore gloves.

“Yes, so please don't disappoint me, dear,” your father sighed and you snorted in amusement. The whole journey, your sister had been bugging him and not giving him a break.

“It won't be so bad, (s/n).” You tried to cheer her up and she just gave you a dirty look.

“At least you don't have to marry him!” she hissed and you sighed. This man probably hasn't had an easy life either and is probably just looking for comfort. You didn't bother with your sister any more. She annoyed you and you couldn't understand why she thought so superficially. Lost in thought, you stared up at the cloudless sky.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before you finally arrived in Jerusalem. Your father's letter said that someone would come for you as the king was still on his way, so you waited until one of his men came to take you to his home.

You were walking through the royal gardens when you suddenly heard a scream. Puzzled, you raised your eyes. One of the stable lads was trying to run after an escaped horse, which was enjoying its new-found freedom and thundering straight towards your sister.

She stared wide-eyed at the stallion. A scream escaped her lips, but you were quicker. You pushed her aside and held your hand in the direction of the white stallion.

“It's all right, gorgeous,” you breathed, trying to calm the restless animal. Before he could run you down he stopped, braking sharply. His nostrils flared and you could clearly see the white in his eyes. It was a beautiful animal. A big head, powerfully built and he had almost a pure white coat, except for a few dapples on his legs and flank.

You carefully grabbed his rope and ran your hands soothingly over his sweaty coat. He seemed really frightened.

“It's all right, it's all right,” you continue and slowly he calmed down. The stallion blew strongly through his nostrils once more before slowly lowering his head and nudging it against your upper body. You smiled and stroked his head, oblivious to two blue eyes watching you intently.

“You were lucky he didn't run you over, my lady,” you suddenly heard a soft voice behind you as the stable boy apologetically took the animal from you. You could still hear your father gasping for air and your sister panting.

You turned around only to look into the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, surrounded by a shiny silver mask. You noticed that one was brighter than the other, but before you could look at them further, you smiled.

“Nothing happened to me, my lord. He really is a beautiful horse,” you said, unaware of who was standing in front of you, so engrossed were you in the face of the veiled man. You could see his eyes narrowing, he seemed to be smiling under his mask and he nodded slightly.

“That's him, though. Asael doesn't let just anyone get to him. You must be (s/n)? I've been waiting for your arrival for a long time,” the cloaked man spoke and suddenly all color drained from your face. It was King Baldwin standing there in front of you and you didn't recognize him. You immediately bowed your head. “I'm sorry, my king. I didn't recognize her!” Your voice quivered with embarrassment, but before the king could say anything, your father intervened.

“Your highness! This here is my youngest daughter, (Y/n). Over there is your bride-to-be!” The king tilted his head briefly in the direction of your sister, his gaze lingering on the woman and briefly seeming confused as his eyes drifted back to you. Your head still bowed, mostly because it was boiling with shame. You bit your lips.

No one had told him that his bride had a sister. After the misunderstanding was cleared up, he turned back to you. “Look up. You don't have to bow anymore,” his voice sounded almost a little amused, but it was as calm as a gentle summer breeze and you lifted your head. You caught sight of those blue eyes again. For a moment, neither of you moved. The king looked at you for a long time. I wonder what he was thinking.

But the moment broke when your sister spoke up: “Father, I'm exhausted!” Baldwin's head turned in her direction, albeit almost hesitantly.

“I have had a festive supper prepared for you,” said the king and your father's eyes lit up. After all, you hadn't eaten for hours and you could also feel how tired you were.

A little later, you were sitting at a large, laid table. Baldwin's sister Sibylla was with you, but there was no sign of the king.

“He needs to rest,” Sibylla explained, looking around apologetically. You nodded in understanding and she gave you a gentle smile, while your sister scowled a little.

“Will it be like this at every meal?” she inquired and Sibylla licked her lips. You gave her a chastising look.

“His illness exhausts him quickly and he doesn't want to infect anyone,” she tried to explain and you could see how your sister didn't understand.

“Then he'd better get some rest, a king has to rule a kingdom after all, you need a lot of strength, with or without illness,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. Sibylla gave you a friendly look, which you were only too happy to return.

After a while, Sibylla got up, your sister and father having already gone to bed, and prepared a platter of food. You admired the brown patterns on her hand as you joined her.

“Is this for your brother?” you asked and she nodded.

“He's getting worse at eating with each passing day, but I'll bring him something if-” She faltered and you could see her eyes getting moist. You put a hand on her shoulder and she flinched briefly, but you gave her an encouraging smile. You could imagine how much her brother's illness affected her.

Sibylla had explained that he often locked himself in his room and rarely went outside. Yesterday was an exception, as you had arrived in his realm. Besides, he had business to attend to outside his realm.

“I'm sure the king will be pleased with your gesture, my lady!” Your words seemed to cheer Sibylla up a little and she was just about to leave when your words forced her to stop.

“May I come with you?” At first Sibylla seemed confused, but since you seemed quite sympathetic, she nodded. On the way to the king's chambers, a question was burning on your tongue.

“Why does the king want to get married?” Sibylla knew exactly why you were asking the question. After all, the king could neither father children nor did he live long. So why a wedding?

“I arranged this wedding,” Sibylla confessed and you looked at her in disbelief. “I hoped it would give him a little more joy in life, at least until he died.”

You understood. Who wanted to die lonely in their room without having loved someone once in their life? It must have been terrible for him to live like that and with all that pain. You had now arrived and Sibylla knocked on the door, she didn't even wait for Baldwin to say anything and just walked in.

You stopped at the doorframe, your arms wrapped around your torso. You didn't want to be disrespectful and just walk in, but you were curious. The room was lit by warm candlelight.

The king sat at his table, surrounded by parchment papers. He noticed his sister, who approached him carefully and placed the plate of food on the table. But he noticed someone else and his head turned in your direction. You lowered your gaze as his blue eyes looked at you. His brows were furrowed.

“You shouldn't be here,” he said calmly, yet seriously. “I don't want you to get infected.” Now there was some bitterness in his voice and you raised your eyes. You licked your lips. “Call me naive, my king, but I'm not afraid to get infected,” you breathed and now the king turned to face you completely. He looked at you long and hard, you could hear the heavy breathing under his mask. He was probably barely able to breathe properly through that metal, besides the pain he must be in.

“Naive might be a good word. You're not even afraid of a horse running up to you and trampling you to death.” You could have sworn his voice sounded almost mockingly amused. You snorted, but your heart nearly shot out of your chest.

Sibylla watched you curiously, her brow furrowed. She seemed to have missed something. You held onto the doorframe. “I just wanted to thank you for your hospitality, my lord,” Again he simply looked at you, then nodded. You were about to leave when he suddenly spoke up.

“Do you play chess?” You turned your head and nodded. “It's been a long time, but yes.”

You could see his eyes light up. “Then I'll invite you over tomorrow night for a round of chess with me.” You looked at him in surprise and his sister also seemed surprised by his statement. You nodded quickly and bowed, then you left.

The next day, after breakfast, you wanted to have a look around the palace. The king was out with your sister getting to know each other and you were bored. Luckily, you took a few books with you and wandered through the garden reading. The splashing of the fountain was a soothing sound and the sun shone warmly on your skin.

You hummed and then sat down at the edge of the fountain. It took a few minutes before you suddenly heard your sister's voice in the distance. Your eyes briefly flicked upwards. She was standing in front of a rose bush with the king. You couldn't tell which of the two looked more bored. You shook your head in amusement. Unfortunately, you didn't understand what they were talking about.

King Baldwin had seen you sitting by the fountain from afar. Your nose buried in a book. While your sister's voice echoed heavily in his ears. How he would love to sit with you and simply enjoy the silence. He didn't know why his sister approved of him getting married. It wasn't that your sister wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't really what he was looking for.

And he could clearly see from her manner that she had no desire for them either. But the people had already heard about the wedding and were probably eagerly awaiting it. He sighed and the babbling voice slowly brought him out of his cloud of thoughts.

The heat of the sun didn't seem to suit your sister, which is why she hurried back into the palace and simply left the king standing there. You shook your head at her behavior. Suddenly you heard footsteps and the next moment Baldwin was standing in front of you.

“Your Highness, how can I help you?” you asked, smiling shyly at him. You put the book on your lap and waited for his answer.

“Is there room next to you?” His question puzzled you, but suddenly you scooted to the side and nodded. “Of course, my king. It is your well, after all!”

Baldwin had to smile at this statement, but you couldn't see it, of course, at least not his covered face.

“What are you reading?” he asked after a few seconds of silence. You could feel your cheeks starting to burn.

“Oh, it's just a cheesy love story.” You wanted to sink into the ground on the spot and never come up again. But the king didn't make fun of it, instead he looked at the cover of the book. A simple red leather book with golden lettering

“Is it good?” he asked, looking genuinely interested. You nodded. “It's about a pair of lovers who have known each other since childhood and they meet again years later. They slowly develop a love for each other,” you explained to him. “Sometimes I need books like this. It's nice to take a break from reality.” Your eyes wandered over the green garden and Baldwin looked at you.

“Yes…, life can be very unfair sometimes.” You heard him inhale and exhale deeply.

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And then there is this hothead who also heals Something in me *sigh even more*❤️‍🔥🧣

Give me a hothead with passion and loyalty, to the death. Hard shell, soft core. Big strong arms to cuddle and motorcycle rides at night - to clear your head if necessary...

I've had a crush on him and Leo for thirteen years hahah ( The 2012 series was the first time I really saw the Turtles) and Raph was my first Fav *Crying*

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This Leader in blue heals me *sigh*🌸💙

Give me beautiful blue eyes, a gentle but determined manner, a leader and protector and enough imagination to picture this man holding me protectively in his arms and listening to me...

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Imagine Oneshot - 2003 Raphael x Reader

- He is injured and you take care of his wounds. It comes to a kiss. / Raph is of age Warnings: Mentions of injuries

You anxiously fetched the bandages. Ever since you became friends with the Turtles, you had actually created an extra box of bandages and medicines for emergencies. Especially for Raphael, the most hot-headed of them all.

He was the one you worried about the most. Even though you knew he could take good care of himself, this time he really went too far and he looked really bad.

It was raining cats and dogs outside when you saw the shadow outside your window. You immediately knew who it was and opened the latch in seconds and let the mutant in. The first thing you heard was a pain-filled gasp and your fear immediately grew.

Raphael almost fell, literally, into your arms and you could feel the warm liquid seeping from his wounds on your hands.

“Red!” you shouted in panic and helped the semi-conscious ninja to sit down in your bathtub. You had to clean him up so that you could tend to his wounds. The water turned so red in no time that you thought he would bleed to death in your arms, but the occasional growl kept your hopes alive.

“What were you thinking, Raphael!” you gasp, biting your lips to hold back your emotions. It took you quite some time to tend to his wounds and he fainted in the meantime.

Somehow you managed to lay him in your bed and cover him up. He was taken care of so far. You also tried to give him as much water as you could to keep him hydrated. You sat next to the bed all night and waited for him to make a sound, but he didn't. He slept soundly and your eyes slowly became heavier and heavier.

You didn't notice when Raphael woke up in the middle of the night and his head turned in your direction. His eyes narrowed with strain, he looked at the sleeping figure of you. Once again, the feeling ran through him of how lucky he was to have you. You were always able to control his temper, you were always there for him and took care of him.

He soon had to admit to himself that he could no longer and would no longer deny the feelings that were welling up inside him for you. He gasped as he tried to move. His whole body was on fire, but he didn't want to stay still.

He saw the tear mark on your cheek and immediately felt guilty. You had been crying because of him. He had gone too far again.

You perked up at the movement and your eyes widened as you saw Raphael trying to get up.

"Raphael, you have to stay down. Your stitches could come undone again," you admonished him and tried to push him back onto the bed, but he held on to you tightly. Your gaze became confused.

He actually pulled himself upright, at least so that he was sitting upright. Your hand still on his shoulder. Suddenly, he gently grasped your hand. You could see his head rattling as if he was thinking, but about what?

But before you could think about it any further, he let go of your hand and instead gently grabbed your chin, cheek and all, with his three fingers and pulled you towards him. His lips crashed against yours and you gasped in surprise into his mouth. You hadn't expected that. The kiss was intense and gentle. You both couldn't suppress a moan. Breathing heavily, he broke away from you and looked intensely into your eyes.

“Thank you,” he croaked and you just nodded, completely dazed.

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Facts

When things get so hot between the reader and the character that even I have to look away, giggling with embarrassment and shame hahah

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TMNT Bayverse Leonardo/ Pregnant Reader/ Headcanons - SFW & NSFW

Okay actually I never wanted to do headcanons, but now I'm here hahah.

SFW

- Oh boy. When he finds out you're pregnant, he's more than happy! He still can't believe it, even days later, but he is so happy.

- He would never have thought it possible that he would become a father. Also because he thought that humans couldn't get pregnant from mutants. But as your belly got bigger and bigger, he finally got it too.

- Holds your hair when you throw up.- Is he protective? Oh hell yes! He was already very protective of you before. But since you've been carrying his/your child, it feels like the whole thing has increased fivefold.

- Mikey comes close to you and wants to touch your belly and feel if he can feel kicks. Not even two minutes later, Leo pulls him away from you, which makes you giggle. Mikey pulls a face. "But I'm the uncle!"

- "That was long enough, Mikey!"

It's even worse with Raphael. Leo's animalistic protective instincts come out. He doesn't often make hissing noises or growl (except during mating season and sex), but during your pregnancy and especially when Raphael approaches you, his gaze becomes warning and a sound comes from his throat that you know, but so rarely hear.

- Leo stands in front of you to protect and shield you. You just sighed and touched him on the arm, and he immediately relaxed. But his gaze fixed on the red-masked mutant in front of him.

- Raphael ignored his brother's manner and, constantly watching him and saying "be careful, Raphael!", he was allowed to touch your stomach. And Raph did it really carefully - He would never hurt you on purpose and actually Leo knows that too.

- Donnie has even remodeled his lab and has now placed an ultrasound machine and a couch/bed. An issue that caused you some anxiety. The baby certainly won't be one hundred percent human and you won't be able to give birth in the hospital. You are afraid that something might go wrong.

Leonardo recognizes your fear immediately, thanks to his sensitivity (something you really appreciate about him) and tries to calm you down:- Long warm hugs, kisses all over and reassuring words: "You'll be fine, we'll be fine!", "You'll be the best mother I could imagine for our child right now!"

- His words reassure you and you lean against his strong body, which gives you so much security and support.

- As you sit on the sofa or lie in bed, his hands stroke your belly. He loves to feel the bulge and what you have created with your love... And sex.

- You like to lie between his legs. Your back pressed against his breastplate and you let him spoil you. He really does everything for you; massaging your feet, tasting your favorite snacks, even trying your wildest food combinations first..., some will leave it up to you to eat them hahah.

- You want to shave between your legs and can't get there? No problem! Your fearless ninja and leader in blue will help you!

- Even at birth, he won't leave your side once.

Even when you squeezed his hand so hard that even he faltered for a moment, he let you do it. As long as it helped you.

- Lots of reassuring words and kisses on your hand.

- He might even sit behind you during the birth to be there to support you. There is nothing better for you than feeling his closeness. He has such a calm charisma that it is transferred to you.

NSFW

- Sex during pregnancy? Leonardo is up for it, albeit a little hesitantly, because he doesn't want to hurt you or the baby.

- So there's only one solution: the riding position/Cowgirl.

- Perfect, so you can set your own pace and Leo doesn't feel too bad and doesn't worry about hurting you.

- But he has to admit how sexy you look while you're riding his cock, round and swollen with his seed. It makes his mating instincts scream.

He massaged your sensitive breasts, the nipples of which were already getting chiseled, and your sensitive clitoris. You didn't hold back your moans, you didn't care whether the others could hear them or not.

- Do you fancy a different position? Leo actually lets himself be persuaded. You just wanted to be filled by him, no matter what. You enjoyed it most when he dominated you, so you clawed at the nearest shelf as he thrust into you hard, from behind.

- He still held back, but you didn't want him to be gentle with you. Your hormones wanted it hard and so did you.

- When Leo finally realized that you were doing well, he didn't hold back either. He didn't hold back his moans either as he gripped your hips tightly. You hissed in pain and pleasure.

- At least that's how it was when your belly was big.

When you were at the beginning of your pregnancy, Leo didn't hold back. Your sex life was the same until... until your sex drive suddenly grew.

- It wasn't even necessarily about cumming. You just wanted to feel your green man's cock inside you because you felt so empty without him.

- And you left Leo feeling completely exhausted every time. His breathing hard and his heart beating hard against his chest.

- He looked at your sleeping form next to him and could hardly believe his luck.

- He was going to be a father!

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Masterlist - MIGHTY DUCKS

Mighty Ducks - aged Up!Dean Portman x Reader - Ice Teeth

Mighty Ducks - Dean Portman x Reader - "say it"

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Mighty Ducks - aged Up!Dean Portman x Reader - Ice Teeth

Warnings: Jealousy, flirting, pushy guy, language

Content: You've come to one of the Ducks games, but one of the opposing players is flirting with you and Dean gets jealous.

Today was a special day, the Ducks had a game and of course you wanted to be there. You've always come to every game to cheer them on. Especially Dean.

Even though you two had a rough start back then, a deep friendship developed between you. You spent a lot of time together, having movie nights or listening to music. You even tried to cook together. - which usually ended with the kitchen looking like it had exploded.

You really thought you knew each other down to the smallest detail, but that wasn't true. There was one thing you didn't know about Dean Portman. And that was that he had feelings for you. For a very, very long time. But he'd never mentioned it, he didn't know why exactly. He was rarely afraid and he was also cheeky, but this time the words actually fell out of his mouth.

That changed when he saw a player from the other team flirting with you. You were actually on your way to the Ducks' locker room to spend some time with them before the game, but you were stopped when a tall figure stood in your way. It was a guy you'd never seen before, but you guessed he was from the other team.

“Hello sweetie, where are you going?” he asked and you furrowed your brows. “To my friends,” you said curtly and tried to walk past him, but he stood in your way.

“You mean those ducks?” His voice brimmed with contempt when he heard who you wanted to spend your time with. However, you ignored him and tried to walk past him, but he pinned you against the wall.

“How about you hang out with a real ice hockey player who knows what's good for you.” You rolled your eyes at his words. What was he imagining? The Ducks were also very good players and you would never turn your back on them.

“Not interested,” you huff and try to squeeze past him, but he stops you. He was about to say something when, with a jerk, he was pulled away from you. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Dean giving the guy a dirty look.

“She said she's not interested!” A growl escaped Dean's throat and he earned a scowl from the other as he broke free from Dean's grip.

“What are you going to do, Portman?” The guy continued to provoke, but you couldn't see any reaction in Dean's expression when he started talking again.

“How about I start by breaking your teeth on the ice.”

That did the trick, even the player from the other team looked at him for a moment, swallowing. Before he quickly left. You turned gratefully to Dean, whose face also immediately lit up when he saw you. He walked up to you and immediately put an arm around your shoulder.

"Last second rescue. You really are my Knight in shiny field hockey armor," you joke, but Dean could clearly see how uncomfortable this situation was making you and he stroked your arm reassuringly.

"Don't worry, little one. I'll finish him off on the ice." His grin grew with every word and you smiled slightly back, then your expression became more serious.

"But don't fuck around, okay? You're supposed to be on the court, not on the bench." He nodded like a puppy dog and followed you towards the locker room. He always had one arm around you, probably so that nobody would talk to you on the way there.

Finally, the time had come. The siren sounded and the game started. You sat with Coach Bombay and watched the scenario in front of you with anticipation. The opposing team was strong, no question, but the Ducks were doing very well! But you could feel a few eyes on you that made you feel uncomfortable. It was the guy from earlier, his jersey said GRAHAM and he wore the number fourteen.... And he was watching you.

But before he could stare any further, someone rammed into him. It was Dean Portman himself. Even with your helmet on, you could see Dean grinning mischievously. He must have seen the guy watching you.

“You're in the way, Graham,” Dean said, and Number Fourteen glared at him angrily. Oh boy, there was definitely going to be trouble, and there was. During the game, Portman and Graham engaged in a power play with each other. Fortunately, Dean held back enough to avoid getting into trouble with the referee.

"You think she's interested in you?" Graham growled at Dean, who just grinned.

"Jealous, sunshine?" Dean asked with a sneer and pushed him away with his shoulder. He wasn't fazed, he knew how comfortable you were with him and how good he felt around you. Dean grabs the puck and passes it on. Graham was now hot on his heels as Dean headed in your direction.

“Hey little one, I've got a surprise for you!” he called out and you looked at him in surprise. Suddenly Dean lowered himself slightly and looked in your opposite direction. You could see, over his back, the number fourteen. Like a raging bull, he came at you. Your eyes widened as you realized what Dean had in front of him.

He turned his head towards you and winked teasingly, then he leaned further and at that exact moment Grahams crashed into him, but instead of falling over, Dean rose back up and threw Grahams over the glass. You heard a strangled scream come from his mouth before he broke through the glass. The crowd behind you cheered and you cupped your hands over your mouth, your eyes widening.

But you couldn't stop yourself from grinning and your head turned in Dean's direction. Just then, the siren sounded and the game was over. The Ducks had won and the station was shaking with cheers.

“Your knight, my lady, is at your service,” Dean bowed and you laughed. Then his eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Does the knight get a kiss?”

You didn't hesitate when he took off his helmet and you pressed your lips against his cheek. He closed his eyes and hummed. You eyed him as you pulled away, then softly said his name. Immediately his head turned completely in your direction and right at that moment you took his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his. He definitely hadn't expected that, but he was only too happy to return the kiss.

That was two wins today.

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Since I feel like I've read every Mighty Ducks x Reader I've found on Tumblr, I'm going to write some myself. I need morreeee XD

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Mighty Ducks - Dean Portman x Reader - "say it"

Warnings: Dean is of age (I think the actor was 18 in the second part anyway), light flirting, making out/making out (in public?), dirty, reader doesn't play ice hockey but is a support to the team because they are all friends :)

Synopsis: You were part of the team, even if it was on the sidelines, and Dean was your best friend. But when you teased each other, something came to the surface.

The first time Dean saw you, he was completely blown away by you. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and you didn't let him tease you. You even fired back sometimes.

You weren't a field hockey player, but you still supported the team and came to their games. It was a sport that interested you and not just the sport that interested you. In the long time since you and Portman had been friends, you couldn't deny that you were starting to develop feelings. But you wouldn't and couldn't tell him. It was probably because you were quite shy and didn't want to jeopardize your friendship.

The first time you saw each other was when he was one of the new players being introduced. You immediately noticed that he was kind of macho. But he had good taste in music, you had to give him that. Okay..., and he was good looking and strong. You sighed as you sat on the bench and watched the boys train. Your eyes were almost always on the twenty-one.

“Not bad, Portman,” you grin as you skate onto the rink to get to him. When he saw you, a big grin spread across his face and he immediately tousled your hair.

"Thanks, baby," he laughed and you grinned, trying to push his hand away from you, which was harder than you expected. The others watched you with amusement as they left the rink.

“Don't always call me Ba-” You tried to finish your sentence, but almost slipped when you lost your footing. But before you could fall hard on your back, a hand grabbed you and held you down. You clawed your way into Portman's jersey. Your cheeks glowed as he laughed, yet looked at you with worried eyes.

“Do I make you that nervous, gorgeous?” he asked sweetly and you could feel your cheeks start to burn as your eyes met.

“Don't always be so cheeky, Portman!” you warned him, but that only made his grin widen. You had been looking at each other for a few seconds, still in each other's arms. You briefly forgot what position you were in and the next moment you broke away from him. You didn't notice how Dean looked at you, almost disappointed, when you put some distance between you again.

He had always liked flirting with you and you didn't mind. You enjoyed the attention he gave just to you and you sometimes flirted back when you thought of something suitable.

“ Do you fancy a round of sliding?” His voice suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked down at your shoes for a moment. You didn't have any skates with you. But you should be fine without them, because he suddenly slid behind you and pushed you forward. You made a startled sound and you could hear Dean snort in amusement.

“ Just relax,” he whispers, almost a little too close to your ear. Your blood boiled with excitement and you cursed your crush on him.

“I'm always relaxed, Dean,” you gasp, looking down at your feet gliding across the ice. It was something Dean and you did often, after practice. He'd take you out on the ice and you'd goof around together.

"It seems like you're getting a bit nervous, though. Is it because of me?" His voice sounded provocative and you gulped, turning to face him as you skated, his hands on your hips to still give you support and you held onto the fabric of his upper arms. Your gaze caught his.

"Of course, Dean. If any man makes my legs weak, it's you," you crooned, laughing when Dean almost fell at your sudden response. You continued to skate across the ice, grinning.

“just Wait,” Dean grinned and caught himself again. You tried to run away from him, but of course he was faster than you as he rushed towards you. A strangled squeak came out of your mouth as he caught you and tackled you.

“Dean!” you shouted, trying to break free, but to no avail. The bash brother was too strong for you.

"I surrender!" Those words loosened Dean's grip, but he still wouldn't let you go. You clung to his chest and he held you by the hips. He let you slide further across the ice.

“Is it true?” he asked suddenly, his gaze fixed on you intensely. You knew exactly what he meant. “What?” you asked almost too innocently, causing him to furrow his brows and look at you warningly.

“Don't act so innocent, (Y/n),” he whispers and his voice gave you goosebumps. You licked your lips and he watched your gesture closely. "I see how you react to me. Your reddened face, the way you avert your eyes," he continued. You wanted to say something back when you suddenly hit the railing. Now you were trapped between him and the wall. His eyes were still fixed on you.

“Dean..., I-” you began, scrutinizing his face from top to bottom. You were scared. Did he even feel the same way about you or is all this flirting just fun for him? But suddenly you were overcome with courage again, what if he has the same feelings? In seconds you reacted and grabbed his cheeks before pressing your lips against his.

Immediately Dean reacted and pressed himself against you, unfortunately his protective clothing was in the way, which made him growl, but he carried on. At first the kiss was gentle, but quickly the mood changed and the kiss became more demanding. It was the revelation of the unspoken words that neither of you wanted to admit. Feelings that you had denied and ignored for so long.

Running out of air, you had to part. panting, Dean leaned his forehead against yours and his pretty eyes focused on yours. You clawed at his neck and returned his gaze.

“Say it!” he breathes against your face and you shake your head. “Make me, Portman,” the words came out of your lips with a heavy breath. Dean immediately pressed his lips to yours again. Without mercy, he slid his tongue into your mouth, making your legs go weak, but before you lost your balance, he grabbed you and lifted you up with a jerk. You wrapped your legs around his hips as best you could.

The friction on your part made him gasp and you could feel exactly why. He pulled away from you and you whimpered. You wanted more! You wanted to feel his lips on yours again!

“Dean!”

“What, princess?” he teased and you bit your lips. He pressed his hips harder against yours and you grinded against him, making him growl. Before he could press his lips to yours again, you stopped him. He was so close to you and then those certain words left your lips. “I love you.”

His eyes widened as he realized what you had just said. Even though it was exactly what he wanted to hear. You stroke his cheek. “I love you, Dean Portman.”

“I love you too, (Y/n),” he breathes and the next moment his lips were on yours again.