#op Rayleigh

[lady-lauren]

❥ SILVERS RAYLEIGH X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.3k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: daddy kink, age gap, established fuck-buddy relationship, Rayleigh is a dirty old man who calls you kid, inappropriate use of haki, did he once upon a time take your v card? of course he did, creampie

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The tide always brings you back, no matter how hard you push against it. An enrapturing, enigmatic pull into an embrace that smells like memories.

Rayleigh is too self-satisfied as his calloused fingertips trace over scars he remembers exactly the stories behind. Some he gave, some he saw etched by your naive bravery.

“Been too long, kid. Was startin’ to miss you.”

The bar is closed but your legs are open, spread wide across his lap with your knees sinking into the velvet couch.

“I told you I wasn’t coming back.” 

Yet your hands are in his hair, twisting silver locks into knots and pulling, tugging until he smirks and brushes his lips to yours. Heavy hands press your naked hips down against his cock, the thick heat of him smearing between your folds. 

“You always come back to Daddy.” 

Sinking down onto his cock makes film reels roll behind your eyes. The first time he took you was just like this, only slower, gentler, rocking your hips to the sway of a ship. Now he pushes into you with purpose, passion, like he knows just where he belongs. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans into your neck, glasses glinting and slipping down his nose. 

Muscular arms do the work he wants, fisting the fat of your ass and bouncing you in his lap. 

Your head falls back at the warm pleasure, cunt stretching and squishing from every push into your heat.

“Sh-shit, Rayleigh,” you breathe out as your clit brushes against silver curls, the sensation making your eyesight glassy. You try to focus on the cracks in the ceiling, not the feel of him stretching inside of you, yet lose your concentration when his lips find the perfect spot on your neck to suck.

You feel small against his chest as he pulls you closer, tighter, thrusting deep enough to make you hiccup from bliss. 

Rolling your hips to match his pace, you sink yourself farther down his cock, bucking to chase your pleasure.

“Atta girl.” Rayleigh swipes his hot tongue up your arched neck. 

Your nails scrape down his shoulders, the smell of his skin filtering into the scent of sex.

You know his body like he knows yours; you know to press your tits to his chest, to wait for the grumble he gives at the feel of your hard nipples before leaning forward to kiss your way up the stitching scar that curls over his pectoral. 

His cock twitches in your depths and you feel his cockhead thump against your walls. He pushes and pulls, groaning when your nails find the defined muscles of his sides. 

Bodies fall into a comfortable rhythm, your head lolling against his shoulder as you take what he gives. It’s as if he fucks you to your quickening heartbeat, every thrust drumming into your guts with perfect tempo.

The scruff of Rayleigh’s beard rubs against your cheek, looking for your attention. 

“What’s on your mind?” He bounces you a bit harder in his lap, thumbs digging into the crease of your hips. “Tell Daddy.” 

His voice is like warm water dripping down carefully placed stones, so casual yet poignant. He won’t rest until you give him what he wants. 

Distracting yourself by kissing up his neck, you taste his sweat and move your fingers to his hair. 

You catch your breath between the shoves of his cock, “I…” you moan deep, “always end up here.” With him, in his arms, with his cock pressed so deeply you feel it days later. 

“You know why,” he smirks as he leans you back, gripping your ribcage between careful hands, thumbs brushing against the undersides of your breasts.

The change in angle on his lap has his cock smoothing against the back of your cunt, cockhead nudging your soft spots with every plunge. 

You shake your head in a bit of defiance, content to just feel him, not to think.

“Do I need to make you say it?” 

The lopsided grin that splits his face makes a thrill run down your spine. He looks devious, like the Dark King is ready to play. 

After a few beats of slick silence, Rayleigh moves forward, putting a big palm between your bouncing tits and pushing until your back hits the low table behind you.

He leaves your body only for a moment. He gets on his knees on the fraying rug before spearing his thick cock back into your cunt, the quick thrust making you slide against wood.

“Fuuuuck,” you hiss, hands flying above your head to grip the edge of the table for stability. 

Silver hair falls over your face as he kisses you, a little frenzied as he falls into the pleasure of being able to put more force into his thrusts. One hand grabs your breast while the other flattens over your stomach, pushing down until he can feel himself moving inside of you. 

“God, you feel so good, Daddy,” the title is always heavy in your mouth, like an admission of guilt, “make me feel so, so good.” 

“That’s right.” Rayleigh’s thighs slap against the table as he picks up his pace. “No one’s better than your first, hm?” 

Grunting, his massive body straightens, both hands finding a home on your hips. 

“I ruined you for anyone else,” he reminds you every time you come back. The gleam in his eyes, darkened by the shade of his glasses, makes you squeeze around his pounding cock. 

“Oh shush, old man.” 

Yet you’re panting, sweat dripping down the back of your neck, pooling under your tits. Pleasure is spreading every time he presses into your core, rippling like webs underneath your skin. Everything is hot—the spread of your thighs, the grip in your knuckles, your ears listening to every deep moan he releases as he finds gratification in your body.

“Oh come on, kid,” Rayleigh tuts, snapping his hips a little harder. 

Long fingers move over your hips, both of his thumbs coming to press against your clit that aches every time his taut stomach presses against it. He keeps his pressure light, just enough to make you whine and jolt to where your head nearly hangs off the coffee table. 

“Ain’t no other man can do this to you.” 

He swirls both thumbs over your clit as he thrusts deep, pinning your hips with his strong hands to keep you from squirming away. The onslaught is quick, sharp, lights flashing behind your eyes. The coil of orgasm strikes your tummy like lightning, making you bite a scream between your teeth. 

“Shit, fuck!” 

Rayleigh grins and mumbles to himself, something about how he shouldn’t have taught you to have such a dirty mouth. 

You know the rules, he doesn’t even have to say them. You know if you want to burst, you’ll have to beg. 

Your throat feels dry from all your gasping and moaning, it takes a few passes of his cock in your cunt before you’re able to try and find your voice. 

“Please, please, Daddy, please, I need…” 

You can hear the table creaking under your weight, the legs scraping against the floor, leaving marks you’ll look at the next time you end up back in this bar. 

“Yeah? You can do bett—”

“God fuck Daddy please, fortheloveoffucking god, Rayleigh, make me cum!” 

Your words bleed together over the sound of his skin slapping against yours, sinking into the smell of salt and sea on his skin. 

He pauses, pulling your hips down until you hurt from being spread around him. Grinding his cock into you, you feel the lick of his haki slicing over your body, your mind, searing straight between your legs until his power and the rub of his fingers over your clit make you forget to breathe. 

Your cunt sucks so tightly that you can feel him throbbing within you, pulses of his cum mixing with the shattering of your orgasm. You crest and fall for what feels like eternity in just a few seconds. 

Your nails take chunks out of the table, his knees slip against the rug.

It’s not until you feel Rayleigh’s long hair spread across your chest that you realize where you are, what you’ve done, again.

“Welcome home, kid.”

[summershouto]

back on my bullshit

[princessbutler1316]

Shanks: I'M THE MOST FEARED PIRATE! NOBODY WILL STOP ME!

Rayleigh, with a chancla in his hand: Say that again, young man!

[alexa-fika]

I don't know how but I had these ideas while working out

1- Rayleigh x winged!child!reader (w)

W gets sent back in time and meets his grandpa and Roger Pirates

2- sanji x ghost!child!reader

Okay so the reader is basically Danny phantom and he doesn't die (because he's already dead yohohoho sorry) and doesn't need to eat so a story about that idk

3-law x son!reader

Okay you wrote a story about laws son being able to see dead people so he gets kidnapped by Doffy and ghost Corazon trying to reassures him until his dad rescues him

🐼💕~

Adventures in the past ( Roger Pirates x gn!child! Reader)

A/N here we gooo, Im kinda meh on this one and I ‘ll be honest I din’t even noticed that it was a winged!reader request until I was done so I had to kinda mix it in? But regardless here we goo, I can’t tell you how many times I went back and rewrote it again and again cause I kept getting stuck 😩

Reader here is Replaced by Dokucha which means reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Dokucha groans, wriggling their way out of the barrel they had found themselves in, looking around their surroundings, shaking their wings

“Grandpa is gonna be mad that I ruffled them again,” they mutter

They squeak as a knife flies past them, digging into the wooden walls behind them

They slowly turn around, staring at the entrance of what looked to be an office of sorts, spotting two kids, a red-head with a straw hat holding a sword menacingly and a blue-haired boy with a red nose, holding an array of small knives between his fingers

The two seemed to be young but still relatively older than they were

“Um… hi”

“Who is it, Shanks, Buggy?” a voice calls behind the two young boys

“Uh…” Shanks lowers his sword, staring at the scared child in front of them

“It’s a Bird-kid!” buggy, never one to be at a loss for words, exclaims

They stare at the man for a few seconds, their eyes glancing at the familiar marks on his chin and grin, flying towards the man and crashing into him

“Grandpa!”

The boys give the man a side eye from where they stand

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know this kid!” he exclaims, looking down at the child who was now holding onto him and hugging him

“Kid, I think you got the wrong person…”

“No! You are Grandpa Ray!”

“How do you know my name,” he says slowly, looking at the child hugging him

“Because you’re grandpa!” They cry

“How old do you think I am, kid.” he frowns at the child clinging to him

At those words, the child pauses, taking a closer look at the man before him; it was their grandfather, that was for certain; the scar and the markings were unmistakable, not to mention the powerful aura their grandfather carried.

But the closer Dokucha looked, the more they noticed something was not okay; the silver-white long hair was now short golden yellow locks. The markings that characterized him, although there, rather than framed by his beard they, were now inked on his chin, the beard nowhere to be seen. And his face that was before marked by time was now much younger

“Um, Granpa Ray…. This joke is not funny. Why do you look so different?” They said, poking the man’s cheek, trying to find their ‘disguise.’

“Wait, wait, you actually think I’m your grandpa?” he asked in disbelief

“Who put this idea in your head?” he asked before letting out a slight chuckle

“Shanks, Buggy, is this your doing?”

“Hah? I didn’t do anything!”

“Not me either.”

Dokucha turns their head at the mention of their names, glancing down at the two teens

“Uncle Shanks? Uncle Buggy?”

The two looked a bit surprised; how did this kid know their names

“Uh, yeah,” Shanks said nervously

“How do you know who we are?”

“Umm, what year is it?”

The two exchange glances before looking back at the little kid in front of them; it was an odd question

“It’s… 1486.” the teen with the hat said

“Uh oh”

The two look at each other again a, very concerned looks on their faces

“W-what do you mean, uh oh?”

“W-Well, Grandpa Ray said it was 1522.”

Dokucha now had found themselves on Crocus's lap, the latter performing a quick examination on the latest visitor of the Oro Jackson

“I'm okay, Uncle Crocus,” they said, inching back at the cold feeling of the stethoscope

“Are you sure?” He asks, repositioning the stethoscope

“Your wings seem fine, no broken feathers or anything embedded in them, no lacerations or damaged blood vessels.”

“No fever, Heartrate is good, breathing is good, the pulse is normal.. they’re good,” he said, giving the rest of the crew his approval as he put his tools away

“Yay! I'm free!” They said hoping off and flying off

“Not so fast, Sweet thing!” laughs Roger, effortlessly picking up Dokucha

“Awe”

“So, what brought you here?” Roger said while carrying Dokucha in his arms

“A barrel did,” Dokucha responded

“You got yourself trapped in a barrel?” Cuts in Buggy

“Yeah, I couldn’t get back out because of my wings.”

Shank lets out a slight snicker at that

“Hey! It’s not funny!” Dokucha exclaims with a pout

“It’s quite funny, you got yourself trapped in a barrel,” Shanks said, snickering harder

“Haha, yeah, it’s quite funny.” Buggy joins, laughing along with Shanks

“Fight me!” They said, lunging at them

Roger lets out a belly laugh, holding back Dokucha

“There, There”

“They’re being mean, Uncle Roger!”

“I think they’ve only teased you lightly; they haven’t really been mean per se,” he responded, patting Dokucha’s arm

“Your future self sure raised a wild one, Rayleigh.”

Rayleigh rolls his eyes, walking closer to his Captain and plucking Dokucha from his lap

“Grandpa Ray!”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re back to Grandpa Ray now?”

He chuckled, patting the kid on the head

“Grandpa Ray looked so handsome when he was young,” the child exclaimed, moving Rayleigh’s head around and inspecting the younger version

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment now and an insult in the future…”

“Don’t worry, Grandpa Ray looks handsome as he is now, too; he got to be with grandma after all,” they said, giving the man a thumbs up

Rayleigh rolls his eyes at this

“You’re something else, kid

“Now-Grandpa Ray says the same!” They chirp

playing around with his sweatband

“I'm sure he does,” he stated, putting the sweatband over their wrist

Dokucha smiles at this, glancing at the new addition and, sliding down his arms and walking to the two teenagers

They observe them for a while until a pout comes on their face

Shanks just stares at the kids as they pout

“What? Is something wrong?” he asks

“I wish I had gone back farther… I'm still shorter than Uncle Shanks and Uncle Buggy.”

Shanks chuckles a little before giving a small pat on Dokucha’s head.

“It’s alright, kid. You’ll catch up to us soon.” Shanks’s voice is kind and reassuring

Buggy just giggles at the situation

“No, I won’t; when I'm as tall as you are now, you’ll be all grown up, just like you are in my time! And then I ‘ll still be smaller.”

“Why do you wanna be tall like us anyways?” asks Shanks with a raised eyebrow.

They shrug

“to make fun of you.”

Buggy lets out a hearty laugh

“That’s the most honest reason anyone could give.”

Shanks snorts at this and lets out a laugh of his own

“I know”

“You are something,” said Shanks

“A lil brat,” says Buggy

They gasp,

“Says the red nose!”

Buggy’s eyes light up with pure rage.

“What did you say, bird-brat?” he growls

They stick their tongue out of them and running of between Rayleigh and Roger, who just observed the situation amusedly

“Are you going to let a little kid get to you, Buggy?” Rayleigh chuckles with a raised brow as he watches Buggy’s rage get the best of him

“Dokucha!” He growls

“Come and get me then!”

Buggy shoots off like a bullet, lunging for the small child

“Come here Dokucha!”

The kid laughs and giggles as Buggy tries to snag them.

Roger chuckles at this scene, watching the two

“Dokucha!”

“Dokucha!”

Dokucha looks around as Buggy’s voice soon begins to shift, becoming echoey and distant, changing into two familiar voices

“Dokucha!”

Dokusha blinked their eyes open, looking around and finding themselves in their room, Their grandfather and grandmother glancing down at them

“Good morning,” smiles Shakky, puffing out a wisp of smoke

“Geez kid, that was one heavy dream you were having,” Laughs Rayleigh

“Grandma, Grandpa?”

“Look like you’re still half-asleep. I'm going to get breakfast going,” Shakky says as she leaves the room

“What did you dream about?” asks Rayleigh, lifting the child from the bed.

“…”

“Still asleep? Hmm? Say, Dokucha, when did you get that sweatband?”

“Huh.” they look down, confused, only to look at their wrist and spot the familiar red and white wristband, a grin growing on their face as they realize what it meant

“Someone gave it to me!”

“Huh... I used to have one just like it; it brings me back.”

“Hey, Grandpa?”

“Yeah?”

“You looked really handsome when young. I can see how you got with grandma.”

“Hah?!”

Here we go thoughts? It’s not kicking your legs type but hopefully you got a chuckle, I will start working on the other one’s now 👀

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[fanaticsnail]

today being children's day we will have the pleasure of something thematic? 👀My dog really wanna know (but 0 pressure of course, just curious)

"0 Pressure", you say - but all I hear is "Dad Shanks and Baby Uta fic ASAP please."

I had no idea it was Children's Day today, and I had to pump this out because it lives in my head rent-free.

What do I do?

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,100+

Synopsis: Uta is going through a leap week and Shanks is an overwhelmed teenager. He does his best to soothe her, but becomes overwhelmed by the wailing cry of his daughter. He calls the one person he knows has hands on experience with a situation exactly like the one he's found himself in.

Themes: Not an 'x reader' fic. Baby Uta, teenage parent Shanks, supportive crew, uncle Rayleigh, parenting things, parenting advice, Shanks is a dad, fluff.

Notes: I hope you enjoy a little bit of a cathartic fic based on parenting experience. I cried writing the end. Happy tears.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @writingmysanity @jintaka-hane

Down the hall in the dimly-lit corridor, the Red-Headed captain Shanks had his eyes hanging half-lidded and surrounded by a puffy purple hue. He attempts to soothe the inconsolable infant in his arms with a gentle rocking motion, and marching from one side of his quarters to the other. 

Why did he think he could do something like this? Why did he think it would be so easy to care for a baby he found at sea with his crew? He knew better than to go back to Beckman for help: his first mate had finally asked for a week off from “Uta-Duty” after doing nights while Shanks charted the courses he laid for the next destination.

The wails of her shrill cry carry on through the rocking and swaying, and tears begin to pool in the teenager’s eyes. Shanks feels so overwhelmed and helpless, wanting nothing more than to aid Uta through her ailment so he can finally get some sleep. She arches her back and straightens out her limbs with her face red and brows furrowed. 

“Shh, sweetheart,” he hushes in a soft tone, attempting to cradle her back into his arms and rock her, “Daddy’s here. Daddy’s got you.” Uta’s cries turn to whimpers, her vibrant purple eyes widened and looked up into his brown orbs. Both the teenage Shanks and the infant Uta held mirrored expressions. 

Wide globes of vulnerability stared into each other with a glossy sheen threatening to spill over their lash lines further. Uta’s reddened face scrunched up once more, her whimpers becoming a wailing cry with her eyes clamping tightly shut. Shanks sighed, his own tears finally spilling over his waterline, staining his cheeks with a trail of emotion, and trickling down to his chin. 

“I-I-...” Shanks began slowly sitting down at his desk with Uta continuing to cry in his arms, “...I don’t know what to do, sweetheart. What do I do? P-Please, Uta. What do I do?” 

He looks at his desk, noticing his Den-Den snail glaring at him with equally sunken eyes over his features. Shanks sighed, reaching for the snail and beginning to chart in the digits for the one person he thought would be able to help him. He lifts the receiver to his ear and sniffs back another sob into the mouthpiece. 

The Den-Den on the other end of the call rattles, a male voice picking up and giving a lazy “Kid, that you?” 

“...Uncle Rayleigh?” Shanks stuttered into the mouthpiece, the cries of Uta floating eagerly into the transceiver with his cracking voice. Rayleigh sighed into the mouthpiece, a soft smile growing on his lips. 

“That my favorite grandbaby cryin’ there, son?” Rayleigh’s easy drawl called through the receiver, “How many weeks old is she now, Shanks? About seven months or so?” 

“Y-Yes,” Shanks’ voice whimpered into the mouthpiece. Rayleigh hummed in contemplation, and Shanks could almost picture the soft bob in his head. 

“One o’ them wonder weeks, I think,” his rumbled tone relayed back to him, “All I can tell you is it’ll pass. You’re in the thick of it based on her cry, but it won’t be forever. Okay, kid?” 

Rayleigh waited on the other end of the call, his duvet slipping off his chest and falling to his lap as he spared a glance at the clock at his side. No sounds other than the cry from Uta reverberated in the mouthpiece. 

“You still with me, son?” Rayleigh asked the young captain, who only granted him a choked whimper in response. 

“How’d you do it, Uncle Rayleigh?” Shanks’ cracking voice and quivering lip physically depicting his distress with Uta’s cries only growing louder. “You were my age when you found me. How did you do it? Because I-I-... I can’t-... It’s-... Sh-She-... She doesn’t stop.” 

After a deep sigh from Rayleigh, he pinched his brows and turned once more to the snail.

“Lean on your crew for a few days,” he hummed thoughtfully, all truth and full of well-practiced patience. “Get your chef to prepare meals for you in advance. You sleep when she sleeps, you wake when she wakes, and you lean on your crew, boy. Trust them to guide you, give Uta to Beckman for a bit while you get a more lengthy rest, and do your best.” 

Shanks allowed his tears to flood his face, heavily sobbing as he listened to the first-mate of captain Roger. 

Both Roger and Rayleigh raised him aboard the Oro Jackson from toddlerdom. Shanks was found by Roger exactly the same as Uta was found by him. If there was anyone with sound advice and sure experience, it was this glasses-wearing, blonde haired, ex-first mate to the King of the Pirates. His Uncle Rayleigh. 

“Thank you, Uncle Rayleigh,” Shanks whimpered into the mouthpiece, feeling Uta beginning to settle in his arms and bury her face into his chest, “She-... She’s calming down a bit now. I think I’m gonna try and get some sleep.” 

“You do that, son. And know this…” Rayleigh spoke into the Den-Den quietly, prompting Shanks to lean his ear into the shell while cradling Uta into his arms. 

“...You’re doing great.”

Shanks sniffed back more emotion from escaping him as he hung up the Den-Den shell and slowly walked Uta to her crib at his bedside. Slowly placing her onto her back, Shanks looks down at her peaceful face and lays down at the very edge of his bed. Slotting his hand over her crib, he gently places his index finger within her balled fist. 

“You are so precious to me, my daughter,” he sniffed, his lip quivering the longer he stared at her smaller face, “We’ll get through this together. I promise, sweetheart.” He slowly retracted his arm and placed his hand beneath his face while lying on his knuckles. 

“I love you, Uta. My little song,” he whispered, his body finally giving in and prompting his heavy eyes to finally shut, “My precious daughter.”

The night carried on, the gentle swell of the waves shepherded both Shanks and Uta into a heavy slumber. The teenage captain never once regretted the decision to claim the child as his own, his decision to raise her aboard the Red-Force being one of the better decisions he had made. 

Before he woke, Rayleigh had already called Beckman’s Den-Den and filled him in on the interrupted night, and gave him several orders to follow to best support the young Captain. Beckman took Rayleigh’s word as law, barking orders to the crew to give Shanks all the time and space he needed to usher Uta through this stage of childhood development. 

Shanks remained ever grateful that he chose this assortment of sailors to travel with, his crew being the crutch he could lean on in his time of need. He loved each member of his crew so much, especially the small bundle laying soundly asleep in her crib beside him.

[kacievvbbbb]

We should get to see Shanks and Rayleigh be slightly awkward family.

Mostly because I think they have a natural rhythm they’d fall into, they love each other after all theres alway been an easy camaraderie between them Shanks has always been the best parts of him and Roger and it’s hard not to be easy around him. but he’s also got their worst parts so it’d be one of those things where the lightness can never last and they get quiet with the weight of all the unsaid hurt between them. Because their captain was sick and then he died and then Ray abandoned him. And shanks still has so many suppressed issues about that.

Also I think their the type of people to do that cute knocking heads together thing and id pay good money way to see that.

[opswordsmenzine]

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ive always wanted to do one of these. my sign to do one was the laughter and the chihuahua ones.

[sanjisblackasswife]

I was excited when I saw you were doing the older men but I was very tired last night and forgot to write a request, but I'm gonna ask now! Can I please request some cuddly, lazy sex with Rayleigh in the middle of this night?❤

“𝙻𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚝��� 𝚁𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑”

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Soft!Ray, Cockwarming, Fingering, Reader is in her early 20s, Reader is chubby implied, A bit of fluff, Twt link mentioned

Steering in your sleep, you try to not wake your lover that sleeps peacefully behind you, you sigh.

All day. All damn day you have been…

in need to say the least.

Today you barely stayed focused on your daily tasks because seeing Rayleigh walking around in his tight v-necks, with every muscle so perfectly defined always made you distracted.

UGH! It was annoying how much power he had over you, his scent when he brushed past you, his strong arms that caught you when you tripped over yourself, his beautiful long hair, everything about Ray had you in a (horny) chokehold.

“Sleep.” You heard his deep groggy voice hit your ear as he pulled you in tighter, you squirmed “Whats wrong.”

You softly explain the “itch” you have been having all day and from that very moment you felt his smile grow,

Man, he loved you.

“‘Told you to always come to me when you’re feeling like that…remember?”

He didn’t give you time to answer his hands squeezing the bottom of your tummy before creeping down into your panties to feel the damage he already caused you, “You’ve been this wet all day, pretty girl?”

Rayleigh knew your dilemma, he knew about your past boyfriend, how he never allowed you to freely express yourself. He was a dumbass(Ray’s words), so from that point on he knew he had to fix what your ex lacked.

Sexual attendance.

His thick long finger tips swirled at your slipperly clit a few times before plunging inside you. Immediately squeezing down on him and arching your back he sshh’es you,

“Not too loud, pretty girl…it’s late. Don’t want anybody else to hear you, hm?”

You felt him pull down his boxers from behind, gripping the sheets in anticipation, you felt his dick slap against your ass, you bit your lip at the weight.

“Ray—mmmph!”

Your boyfriend turned your head to land his lips on yours, even in the dead of night his mouth was so soft and sweet to your taste.

You were eager to say the least, latching your lips around his tongue to suckle on, Rayleigh felt his hips snap into your lower behind almost as if he were slowly rutting against you.

The old bed began to creak back and fourth slowly to the rhythm of both of your movements,

“Y’ready?” He pulls away from you, smirking at your whines for more, you nod.

He knew his size was still way more than you’ve ever had to take so he braced you by kissing the back and side of your exposed neck, as he moved your leg upwards for more access, he was poking and prodding at your lower lips, before sliding his way inside you.

You gasp, “Ray~.”

With no more patience he throws your leg over his and fucked you from the side.

Each grind and thrust had your jaw slacked, his public hair rubbing against the top of your ass whenever he grinds against you in a circular motion, he swallows your moans with a kiss.

His large hand dwarfing your breast and giving it a squeeze, “Fuck, pretty—-girl…cum…cum for me.”

The creaks of his bed grew louder under you, the covers that were laid over your bodies were thrown off due to heat, he landed his lips on your neck, leaving a pretty mark on you.

You felt your orgasm wash over you both to the point you tried moving away due to how much you were shaking—it was always an overwhelming feeling to be filled up by him, Ray didn’t care though, his ponytail loosening and his body moving against you to help further your high.

“Just like that…” He huffed slowing down, your body was quivering, he chuckled seeing your face in the pillow gripping the sheets, so much to take in but yet you ass still softly moves on his cock. “There you go, pretty girl…c’mere.”

He laid you on his chest, still full you shiver to the feel of his cum oozing out of your pussy down his dick still inside you.

“Better?” He hummed rubbing and kissing your head, you nod weakly the weight of your eyes taking over to drift off asleep.

Rayleigh smiles, he’s so infatuated with you, throwing the blanket back on you both he pushes you upwards in his neck.

“‘Love you, doll….sweet dreams.”

[wildgirl86]

Rayleigh:” What the *bleep* are you doing?! 😳”

Shanks & Buggy:”We’re posing for our wanted posters 😎”

[kaluksis]

Just young Shanks with Gol D. Roger :)

I totally mess up his hand and sword but ignore that ☠️

So I was reading a post talking how Roger probably carry Shanks during a fight when he was a baby, so here we are !!

the pose reference is from pinterest :) !!

here the first steps 🫶 with the grey idea and the flat colors

And yes Rayleigh is a reference of Captain America, I just imagine him doing this 😭✋

[owlwithanapple]

The Light and The Dark

Chapter 05. Change

You really can't take it lightly. All the crew members on the ship are men, even if they are all companions. When you are immersed in joy, all you are thinking about is what kind of shower gel to choose today and how to tie your hair tomorrow.

All the items and equipment on the ship are shared. Because you are the only woman on the ship, many things that are the same as before must add new rules. One side is for your sake, and the other side does not want to create conflicts.

Because of your new arrival, Rayleigh set some rules, especially for the bathroom. He stated that whenever someone uses it, a sign must be hung outside the door to indicate that someone is using it to avoid causing trouble and accidents. With Rayleigh's attentiveness and tolerance, you feel much more at ease on the ship.

But you still got into trouble, not intentionally, but unexpectedly. You were so immersed in the joy that didn't notice the sign outside the bathroom door mentioned that someone was using it. You didn't knock on the door and directly reached out to open the door then walked in.

You put the folded and clean clothes in the closets by the door, not noticing that there were men's clothes next to it. You took off all your clothes and threw them into the wooden barrel beside you, exposing your skin completely naked.

You sat on a wooden stool and poured a bucket of water on yourself. The warm water relaxed your tired body and muscles. You took a spoonful of shower gel and evenly applied it to every corner of your body, including the most private parts. The bathroom was filled with a faint floral shower gel scent, which really relaxed your mood.

While you were washing your hair, you hummed a melody softly. Suddenly, a sound of water gushing out came from the direction of the bathtub. The sound made your body tremble, you stopped your work then slowly turned your head to looked back.

A figure climbed out of the bathtub, with soaking blond hair and an attractive body, strong and reliable arms, sexy and wild body, perfect muscle all over the body, just like that, it appeared directly in front of me.

Your eyes slowly moved down from his neck, not letting go of every detail and part of his body, not missing any traces at all, until you saw the part that shocked you so much was the thing between his legs, you saw with your own eyes how magnificent it is.

"Wow..." You swallowed and blurted out.

"Oh my god..." He was so shocked that he forgot to close his jaw.

You were attracted by his majestic and strong body, and he was shocked by your slender figure. Both of you were impressed by each other's naked bodies, and silently gave each other the same reaction in heart. Enjoying the scene, it suddenly dawned on you that there was a person of the opposite sex in the same place in the bathroom.

"Y/N...?!" Rayleigh's voice came, and he looked at you with a blushing face.

"Rayleigh?!" You straightened your back shyly.

"Didn't you see the sign outside saying someone is using the bathroom?!" He quickly pulled a towel around his waist, then he threw a towel over you, revealing both of your naked bodies.

The towel slipped off your body, and you hurriedly picked it up and wrapped it tightly around yourself, facing the wall to avoid his sight. You were embarrassed and shy quickly apologized, "I'm really sorry! I didn't notice there was hanging outside the door! I didn't mean to! I'll go out right now!"

"No need...! I'm done! I'll go out first!" He told me in a panic.

You were still facing the wall when heard hurried footsteps from behind. He immediately took the clothes and rushed out of the bathroom. You almost jumped up with a loud noise. His arm strength was extraordinary, especially when he slammed the door.

Suddenly the door opened again, with a loud sound. You glanced back, it was him again. He was holding your clothes, even your underwear. Your eyes widened, showing that you were shy and at a loss. You were confused, didn't know what to do.

He covered his erection with the towel. You were shocked by his reaction. How could it be more majestic than before it was erect? He put your clothes back to the original closet neatly, and looked away after carefully checking his own clothes.

He cleared his throat to relieve the tension and said, "Sorry. I took your clothes and put them back. I definitely didn't do anything against my conscience."

"It's okay... I accidentally barged in..." You looked down embarrassedly.

"Ah... take your time washing... and my side is a natural reaction, I hope didn't scare you." He tried to comfort you carefully and gently.

You didn't answer him because you hadn't calmed down yet. You still wrapped yourself tightly, then you nodded in panic to show that you understood. He left the bathroom, this time closing the door gently. After confirming that no one was around, you threw the towel aside and continued to take a shower.

He stood outside the bathroom door, leaning against the door with his eyes closed, scratching his wet hair, looking down at the erection between his thighs with a towel, he said to himself, "Calm down, myself."

After a while, Rayleigh calmed down and put on his clothes outside the bathroom door. He found a place to sit down and dry his hair. During that time, your naked body kept repeating in his mind. Although he had seen it once, he still felt very impacted the second time. Especially the plump breasts, slender waistline, and cute buttocks like peaches. What's more terrifying is your face, how can it be so attractive.

Suddenly there was a sound, it was the sound of Shanks and Buggy quarreling. He noticed that they had towels and clothes in their hands and walked towards the bathroom. He didn't realize the seriousness of the problem until he remembered that you were still taking a shower. The impact of your figure was too amazing, he rushed over immediately.

At this moment, you finished shower then took a new towel to wipe your body. Shanks and Buggy ignored the sign and opened the door. You were standing naked in there, wiping your wet hair and body. They were shocked by the scene in front of them.

"Oh my god..." Buggy's eyes were shining.

"Is this heaven?" Shanks didn't even close his mouth.

The impact made them both give thumbs up at the same time to show their satisfaction. Their noses bled and so shocked their eyeballs rolled back then they fainted on the ground at the same time.

Hearing the sound of a bang, you looked towards the door saw Shanks and Buggy fainted with a nosebleed. You were so nervous quickly wrapped a towel around and squatted beside them gently patted their cheeks.

"Shanks! Buggy! Are you okay?!" You were already panicking. You and Rayleigh had just had a chaotic scene, and now it was these two's turn.

Rayleigh rushed over saw Shanks and Buggy, just as he said. He stole a glance at your cute face, your breasts that were covered by the towel but vaguely visible, and the part that just covered your private parts. You exuded temptation from head to toe, which was too stimulating for the two children.

"Put on your clothes first, I'll take care of them." Rayleigh easily carried Shanks and Buggy on his shoulders, his eyes stole a glance at you.

You just realized that you were still naked, just wrapped in a towel. You blushed and avoided Rayleigh's eyes, thinking back when you saw him naked and erect just now, so embarrassed. You quickly stood up and closed the bathroom door, leaned against the door and said "Okay..."

He breathed a sigh of relief and carried Shanks and Buggy away. After a while, you put on your clothes and left the bathroom. On the way, you passed their room and heard Rayleigh's voice coming from inside. You curiously leaned against the door to eavesdrop, although it was a bad behavior.

"Rayleigh! Sister has a great body!" Buggy told him excitedly.

"I almost thought I had ascended to heaven." Shanks said this in a very intoxicated manner.

Thinking back to your body being exposed naked in front of them, you covered your red face thought about how you wanted to jump into the sea. Why were you so careless caused so much trouble for the three of them?

At this time, a very serious and stern voice came from inside, and the voice came from Rayleigh, "Listen you two, don't talk nonsense about sister's body. Sister is the only woman on this ship, you are not allowed to hurt her purity, learn to respect women. Even if you two die, take this matter to the grave together, understand?"

Shanks and Buggy looked at each other, raised their left hands at the same time and said "Yes!"

Rayleigh curled his lips and smiled then said again, "After 20 minutes, you two can use the bathroom. Sister may not have finished showering yet, knock on the door. Understand?"

They both said "Yes!" at the same time again.

You walked away from their room with a sigh of relief, and found a place nearby to rest. You were touched, especially by Rayleigh's behavior and his attitude towards educating Shanks and Buggy.

Although what happened just now made you feel very embarrassed and confused, Rayleigh was gentlemanly and had a moral bottom line. He also explained to you the reaction of his erection, you knew it was a normal phenomenon. But he didn't take advantage or sexually harass you, thanks to him, you didn't feel ridiculous and stupid.

A comfortable coat was draped over your shoulders, Rayleigh sat beside you, quietly looking at the sky. The moment you saw him, you recalled that scene, then looked down at the ground, your heart couldn't calm down, and couldn't forget that memory.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't notice you and accidentally saw your body." He said with a sense of self-blame.

You shook your head said in a shy accent, "I should say sorry, I didn't notice the sign outside the door."

He scratched his cheek with fingers. "If you want to slap me or hit me, I don't mind."

"No need! Besides!" You suddenly leaned closer him.

He was shocked by your loud voice and close distance. "Besides..?"

You realized that you were too close to him, and shy. You immediately lowered head, closed your eyes, and clenched hands. You were so nervous that couldn't speak. He smiled gently, realized you hadn't calmed down yet. He considerately stretched out his left hand to gently stroke your hair, then stroked the back of your head then hugged you to his shoulders.

You buried your face in his shoulder, enveloped by his gentleness. His right hand reached your back and moved down to your waist to hold you, then pulled you close until body was completely against his.

He stroked your hair while rubbing circles around your waist to comforted you, "I'll find a way to fix the bathroom issue. I don't want to repeat the same mistake again, and don't want anyone else to see it."

You nodded quietly, nuzzling his shoulder like being cute. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his heart was itching because of cute little action, but he clenched his teeth to suppress the emotions, whether it was sexual or selfish desire. H e kept telling himself after what happened just now, must not tease you. Especially now.

But there was a moment when he couldn't help but see your current appearance, which was only exposed in front of him. He stroked your hair quietly, and the scent of flowers on your body meant that you had just taken a shower with a floral scent. His other hand was still stroking your waist in circles, and he could feel your breath through a layer of clothing.

You pull away from his shoulder a little bit, your cheek rests on his shoulder, you can see his expression from the angle of his chin, you can smell his faint scent, he reaches out to touch your cheek, during this time you vaguely feel his admiration for you.

At this moment , both of you have each other's heart, even if it is a little bit of possession or selfishness, but want to be with each other from the bottom of your heart. His other hand is still on your waist, he gently pinches it to feel that the physical touch is real, you don't care at all and don't mean to reject him.

You shyly nuzzle his shoulder and think about whether you can act coquettishly to him "What you just saw in the bathroom must not be told to anyone."

After hearing this, his eyebrows rose, his mouth were covered with a wicked smile. He nodded in a doting manner, "I know. Don't tell anyone about my erection."

You immediately buried in his shoulder shyly, your ears were red, and shyly, "I won't tell anyone."

He chuckled, resting his chin against your head, and said in a playful and seductive tone, "Very good. Don't tell others that I'm very majestic. You understand what I mean, right?"

You still shy about that moment. He noticed your mood change and smiled evilly, hugging you tightly, your bodies completely pressed together. His face nuzzled against your ear, his breath was transmitted to your skin, especially your sensitive parts.

However, this time his words were a little calm, "I'm a little selfish, I don't want others to see your body, even those two."

You reach out your arms to wrapped around his waist to hug him, feeling his calm but a little nervous to confess to you, you move your hand up to his back and pat twice before blurting out a sincere word, "I don't mind you being a little selfish."

You realize what nonsense you are saying, immediately step away from him and try to explain, but his hand covers your mouth. From a distance of one hand, he presses a kiss on the back of his hand that covering your lips, not directly on your lips, and this action makes you excited.

He pulled away with his hand away from your lips, his fingers rubbed your cheeks and then stroked your lips, he curled his lips and smiled, revealing an attractive and happy expression "Very good. I love to hear it. I will be selfish. And..."

You tilted your head and stared at him cutely. He was infected by your cuteness after seeing it. He took a deep breath and told you in a serious tone, "Next time there will be nothing in between, I want your lips."

"Rayleigh..." His declaration seemed to tell you what he wanted, but you were confused. Was it like Crocus said, that you both had the same feelings for each other? Or was it just pure interest?

"I'll take you back to your room." He said and withdrew his hand.

The wind blows across your cheek, the stars fill the sky, the waves form a huge arc, the whole ship drifts slowly on the sea. It is a scene you are used to seeing after being a pirate. But today is a little different, these scenes cannot be compared with the person in front of you.

On the way back to the room, your footsteps came from the quiet corridor. He holds your hand tightly with his rough palm and a strong arm, the temperature of his hand conveys warmth to me. The broad and steady shoulders carry heavy responsibilities, bringing you countless warmth.

After he let go of your hand outside the door, you were a little reluctant to quietly slip away without his warmth. At the moment when you hold the door handle to open the door, a pair of hands behind you reach out and hug your waist, his face buried in your hair, and stay there quietly.

"Rayleigh?" You stole a glance.

"I don't want to let you go, want to hold you to sleep." These words came out of his mouth, the hands were holding your waist tightened a little, but didn't hurt you.

You were silent because you didn't know how to respond to him, your hands reached out to hold his arms around your waist. A small laugh came from behind, after he satisfied, he nuzzled your hair and your neck to lean against it. Just like that, you two stayed still for a moment and indulged in it.

At this time, Roger left the room to go outside to enjoy the night view. He saw Buggy and Shanks hiding behind the wooden box. They covered their mouths and stared with eyes wide open, as if they had seen an incredible sight. Driven by curiosity, he quietly approached them and squatted beside them. He looked in their direction and found Rayleigh and you.

"Wow, so passionate." Roger rubbed his chin with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he had seen a rare sight.

"Ro—" Buggy and Shanks were so scared that they almost screamed at the same time, but fortunately Roger quickly covered their mouths.

"Be quiet. Look at their expressions." Roger said to them with a smile, but he still covered their mouths.

Feeling very confused, Buggy and Shanks did what Roger said. What they saw was that you and Rayleigh were full of smiles on their faces. Rayleigh's touch on you was a strong intimate hug and super close contact, which was completely different from before.

"Hahahaha, the so-called adult world." Roger let go.

Buggy was so surprised that he was flustered and wanted to speak loudly, but Shanks covered his mouth to stop him from screaming, "Shut up, don't disturb them. Let's go take a shower."

Buggy was like a wooden box being dragged away by Shanks. Roger was about to leave but accidentally bumped into the wooden box due to his tall stature, making noise. Rayleigh did not immediately release the hug between the two of you, but followed the direction of the sound with a hint of murderous intent. Roger quickly hid, Rayleigh's expression was like a wolf ready to fight.

After Rayleigh let go of you, you immediately turned around to face him. At that moment, he retracted his terrible murderous intent and his expression had returned to a gentle look. He opened the door and motioned you to go in, but when you walked in, he once again hugged your waist, lowered to rested his forehead against yours and pressed it gently.

"Good night. Have a good dream." Feeling your warmth, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his forehead resting on yours. "You too. Good night. Have a good dream."

"I... will have a good dream, especially the beautiful scenery I just saw in the bathroom." He smiled like a wolf and couldn't help teasing you.

Your face was flushed like boiling water, because his reminder made you think back to the scene in the bathroom. "Please forget that scene! It's too embarrassing!"

"Hahaha! This is our secret. And... you've seen me naked. I have a strong body and I'm proud of myself. It should meet your aesthetic standards, right?" He gently pinched your waist with his right hand, put his strong left hand on the door, and lowered his head to your face.

"Ah... it fits..." You said shyly.

"I hope you will dream about me." He let go of your waist and lifted your chin.

You swallowed and nodded nervously, "I will try to make myself dream."

A burst of laughter emerged, Rayleigh covered his face to cover himself, his shoulders kept shaking as if he was trying to hold back his laughter. But in fact, Rayleigh was touched by your innocent side. He was just teasing you but you took him seriously.

He cleared his throat, scratched his hair, bit his lower lip once, and smiled evilly, looking straight at you. "Then I have to try to make myself dream about you. Good night, Y/N."

After he let go of you, he took a few steps back. You stood at the door and smiled slightly, still blushing. You nodded slightly. "Good night, Rayleigh."

After that, you walked into the room and closed the door. He was still standing outside the door, looking at the closed door. He reached out and touched the wooden door, feeling reluctant. He wanted to stay by your side, but he couldn't get over that obstacle. He was also uneasy, wondering your feelings was same as him.

After left, he walked towards the wooden boxes. Seeing Roger still hiding there, he kicked him mercilessly. "What are you doing here, idiot captain, spying on me in the middle of the night?"

"Hahaha! I'm just curious about how far you and the little girl have progressed." Roger sat on the floor and scratched his head laughed.

Rayleigh chuckled after hearing what Roger said, leaned against the wooden box, looked at the starry sky at night and muttered to himself, "It's not that simple. I don't want to scare away the only flower in Roger's pirate group."

"You are very uneasy." Roger's words hit Rayleigh's pain directly.

"Hahaha. Sometimes I really don't want you to be so sharp to expose me." Rayleigh bumped Roger's arm with his fist like a buddy fight.

"When you looked at her, the expression is completely different from the other crew members." Roger didn't show weakness and bumped his arm with his fist.

Rayleigh smiled like a wolf and said, "Fuck."

Roger laughed after hearing the swear words burst out of Rayleigh's mouth. He liked to pick a fight with Rayleigh the most. Then he stood up and prepared to leave. Before that, he looked directly at Rayleigh and said, "Don't let her go. I don't want to see her fall into other men one day. I don't agree with other men owning her, only you."

Rayleigh looked at Roger's leaving figure and smiled and muttered to himself, "When did I say I would let her go. Idiot captain."

At this moment, you are lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze, your eyes cannot close at all. You have been trying to recall the scene in the bathroom and trying to make yourself dream, but the sleepiness disappears over time. This action seems to be a struggle with sleep.

"I can't fall asleep at all..." The scene in my mind keeps replaying, some gentle and some seductive memories keep emerging, and all the intimate contact just now is vivid. It is too stimulating and makes me unable to sleep every night.

Finally, morning has arrived. There are many noises coming from outside the room. The crew members have started to get busy. As soon as you opened the door and left, the crew members passing by were frightened by your face. Shanks and Buggy walked towards you cheerfully. They both looked solemn and stiff. They said at the same time, "Sister! What's wrong with you!"

You touched your face and said awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't sleep well last night."

Before you finished speaking, the two of them ran to find Roger and Rayleigh. Buggy jumped on Roger's shoulders and kept shaking him, shouting, "This is terrible! Sister's face is so scary!"

Rayleigh directly grabbed Shanks and asked anxiously, "Where is she?!"

Shanks pointed in the direction of the dining hall, "Sister is there."

The four of them rushed in that direction quickly, they found you sleeping soundly on the dining table. Rayleigh came closer and saw that you had dark circles under your eyes. You must not have slept well last night. Fortunately, you were not injured, he was so scared that his soul was burning like ashes.

"So didn't sleep well, hahahaha!" Roger put his hands on his hips and laughed, Buggy covered his mouth to prevent Roger's laughter from waking you up.

"What should we do?" Shanks looked at Roger and Rayleigh in confusion.

"Shanks, you don't have duty today. I'll carry her back to the room, you keep an eye on her, find me or Roger first if anything happens." Rayleigh told Shanks in a serious tone.

"I will take good care of sister!" Shanks straightened his back and saluted.

Buggy immediately joined in, "I want to take care too!"

Roger ruffled Buggy's head, carried him on his shoulders and took him away with a smile, "No~ Today you are responsible for cleaning and fishing with me, the captain~"

Rayleigh carefully picked up the sleeping you, trying to keep the shaking motion not too obvious, letting your head rest on his chest, Shanks hurriedly followed the footsteps, and the crew passing by made way because Rayleigh stared at your sleeping face with a very serious face.

Shanks opened the door, Rayleigh walked in and put you on the bed gently. Shanks pulled a small stool and stood on it to cover you with the quilt. Rayleigh, who was watching from the side, curled his lips slightly. Shanks left the room and went straight to the kitchen to get a bottle of water for use. At that time, only Rayleigh was left in the room.

He wandered around and there was no one around. He leaned over and gently pressed a kiss on your forehead. The kiss stayed on your forehead for a while before retreating. He touch your cheek when he saw your face. He felt the same warm breath as when you leaned on his shoulder last night. A seed was planted in his heart and it lingered for a long time.

Shanks came back excitedly with two bottles of water. "I'm back. I prepared two bottles in case sister is thirsty."

"Very good, sister will be in your care for the time being. I'm counting on you, Shanks." Shanks' hair was messed up by Rayleigh, then Rayleigh prepared to leave. Before that, he looked at you to make sure you were safe, then closed the door before leaving.

Shanks pouted and complained while fixing his hair. "Damn, my hair was messed up after so much effort."

He looked at your sleeping face and smiled brightly. He pulled a chair and sat down, shaking his feet. While waiting, he had nothing to do, so he jumped off the chair and ran to your desk, where he saw a pile of unfamiliar books and Enbu in a wooden box. The books all recorded many ancient texts. He flipped through a few pages and saw a lot of profound knowledge, unlike what he read every day.

"So cool..." Shanks sat there quietly flipping through a book.

Two hours had passed, and suddenly the ship shook violently. There were many rumbling sounds of shells outside, and the shouts of other crew members. Shanks ran outside to see that something was wrong. It was the Marine ship that was attacking. Suddenly, a bang startled Shanks.

He looked back and saw you fell off the bed woke up directly from sleep. Shanks immediately ran to your side and asked nervously, "Are you okay, sister?!"

"I'm fine...what happened?" You sat on the floor and scratched the back of your head.

"It's the Marine. They are also sailing in this sea. It seems that a war is about to start. Sister, stay here and don't run around. I'll go and see what's going on outside." Shanks reached out and gently stroked the back of your head. It felt like a brother comforting his sister.

You grabbed Shanks' arm to stop him, and got up from the ground, taking out Enbu from the wooden box for self-defense. You touched his red hair and said, "Let's go together."

The End.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Flirting and Foraging 101

Flirting and Foraging 101: Offhandedly flirting with Rayleigh as he teaches you about the plants on Rusukaina, you ask a question that lands you in a position to find out what it is like to suck old man dick.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Rayleigh x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~7.7k

You walk beside Rayleigh, the thick canopy of Rusukaina casting dappled shadows on the ground. The jungle is alive with the rustling of leaves and distant calls of wild creatures. Terrifying ones to be honest, but Rayleigh keeps them at bay. Rayleigh pauses to examine a low-growing plant with broad leaves and tiny white flowers.

"This," he says, crouching down, "is Sika root. Crush it into a paste, and it'll help with infections." Your eyes widen with excitement and you lean closer for a better look. Rayleigh's knowledge and experience is vast and invaluable, certainly when it comes to plants!

"Really? Show me how to identify it properly," you say, crouching beside him.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. "Anything for a beautiful lady like you."

You roll your eyes but smile. He's been flirting with you since you met him! "You're incorrigible, Rayleigh. What would Shakky say?"

He laughs, the sound deep and rich. "I've been called worse, and Shakky would agree with me." He hands you a leaf. "See the serrated edges? That's how you know it's Sika root."

You take the leaf, feeling its texture between your fingers. Memorizing it for your notes. The jungle air is humid, making your clothes cling to your skin. At least the jungle is only a portion of the island. Rayleigh stands up and stretches, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt.

"You know," he says, leaning in slightly, "a man could get used to this view."

You snort. "The plants or my ass?"

Rayleigh grins mischievously. "Both have their charms."

You shake your head, fighting back a laugh as you pocket the Sika root leaf. You'll sketch a picture of it later. His flirting is harmless but persistent—a game he's all too good at playing. At least Shakky isn't here to gang up on you.

As you continue walking through the dense foliage, Rayleigh's hand brushes against yours accidentally—or maybe not so accidentally. You won't put it past him.

"Tell me more about these plants," you prompt, changing the subject as much for your own sake as his.

"Ah," Rayleigh begins with a twinkle in his eye, "ever heard of Nila berries?" He leads you to another cluster of plants, this time with small blue fruits hanging from thorny branches. "They’re good for numbing pain when chewed."

"Pain relief? That sounds useful." You reach out to pluck a berry but pause as he gently takes your hand.

"Careful," he warns softly, guiding your hand to avoid the thorns. "They’re tricky little things that leave a nasty sting not even the berries help with."

His touch lingers longer than necessary. You meet his gaze for a moment that feels stretched thin by his teasing before looking away. It is entirely your fault for putting yourself in this situation but Rayleigh certainly isn't helping.

"Thanks," you mutter, popping a berry into your mouth and wincing at its bitter taste. Ah.

Rayleigh chuckles at your reaction. "Not exactly sweet, are they?"

You smirk through the bitterness. "No worse than some of your jokes."

Rayleigh throws his head back in genuine laughter. “Fair point.” He picks a berry himself and inspects it closely before tossing it aside.

As you walk further into the jungle’s heart, he continues pointing out different herbs and roots—each one with its own set of uses and quirks—while dropping compliments that make you roll your eyes but secretly enjoy.

"And this one here," Rayleigh says stopping by another plant with long narrow leaves and purple flowers clustered at the top. "This is Lilia Vine; its sap can be used to soothe burns."

"Is there anything you don’t know?" you ask him teasingly.

Rayleigh smirks as he looks down at you over his glasses. “I’ve had plenty of time to learn… And I’d love to learn more about you.”

You roll your eyes dramatically but can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “I’m sure Shakky would love that.”

“She might,” he says nonchalantly while brushing off an imaginary speck from his shoulder. "Now, I think there is a fungus you might like to see…"

The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows through the dense jungle. You and Rayleigh decide to make camp for the night, the sounds of rustling leaves and distant animal calls creating an eerie but calming backdrop. Rayleigh finds a small clearing and begins gathering sticks and dried leaves for a fire.

"Why don’t you let me handle this?" he says, striking flint against steel. Sparks fly, catching on the dry tinder. The flames grow, licking hungrily at the kindling until a warm fire crackles between you. "I am sure you're itching to start writing notes."

Well he isn't wrong about that!

You pull out the samples you’ve collected, setting them on a flat rock. Your notebook follows, its pages filled with detailed sketches and notes from past excursions. You begin to sketch the Sika root leaf, your pencil moving swiftly over the paper as you glance between the two.

Rayleigh glances over at you, his eyes reflecting the firelight. "Always working hard," he remarks, leaning back on his hands.

"It’s how I learn," you reply without looking up, concentrating on capturing every serrated edge of the leaf. The more detail the better.

He chuckles softly. "There’s more to life than work, you know."

You pause your sketching to meet his gaze with a raised eyebrow. "Coming from a retired pirate who now spends his days coating ships?"

Rayleigh smirks. "Touché." He shifts closer to the fire, stretching out his legs. "So, tell me something about yourself I don’t know."

You roll your eyes again but humor him. "I hate bananas."

Rayleigh raises an eyebrow. "Really? They’re so... innocent."

"They're mushy and gross," you say with a shudder that’s half-serious, half-playful.

Rayleigh laughs again. "Noted. No bananas for Gazania." He picks up one of the Nila berries you discarded earlier and examines it closely before popping it into his mouth. He winces at the taste but chews it thoughtfully.

You go back to your sketches but can’t resist throwing in another comment. "At least you haven’t asked to see my panties yet."

Rayleigh chokes on his berry, coughing as he laughs. "What!?"

"Brook," you say with a smirk, giggling softly in memory of the musical skeleton. "He has this habit of asking women to show him their panties."

Rayleigh’s laughter dies down to a chuckle as he wipes his eyes. "That skeleton... always full of surprises."

"Tell me about it," you mutter, shading in the veins of a Lilia Vine leaf.

Rayleigh leans closer, peering over your shoulder at your sketchbook. His breath tickles your ear as he speaks softly. "Your drawings are impressive."

You shift slightly but can’t help feeling pleased by his compliment. "Thanks," you say, trying to keep your tone casual.

"Maybe one day you’ll draw something special just for me," he murmurs.

You snort and flash Rayleigh a smile. "Keep dreaming, old man."

Rayleigh grins and leans back again, clearly enjoying this little game of verbal sparring as much as you are.

The night deepens around you, stars appearing one by one in the darkening sky while the fire crackles and pops in a comforting rhythm between bouts of conversation and laughter.

"By the way," Rayleigh says suddenly, breaking a moment of comfortable silence. "Do you have any other peculiar dislikes? Besides bananas?"

You tap your pencil against your chin thoughtfully before responding with a mischievous glint in your eye, “men who think they’re charming when they’re really just old.”

Rayleigh clutches his chest dramatically, eyes wide with mock horror. "Old? You wound me, Gazania! I’m in my prime!"

You laugh, the sound light and genuine. "Prime of what? The fossil record?"

He places a hand over his heart, feigning injury. "Ah, the cruelty of youth."

"You'll live," you say, rolling your eyes. You but can't help the grin tugging at your lips. His antics are endearing, even if he does push boundaries. Though you are seriously considering entertaining them at this point, the man's got skill…

Rayleigh leans closer again, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, some women find experience very... appealing."

"Is that so?" you counter, raising an eyebrow. "I prefer a sense of adventure."

He chuckles, a low rumble that resonates through the quiet night. "Oh, I’ve had plenty of those."

The fire crackles between you, casting flickering shadows on his weathered face. He looks every bit the legendary pirate he once was—and still is in many ways. A thought crosses your mind.

"Why do they call you the Dark King?" you ask, genuinely curious.

Rayleigh's eyes twinkle mischievously. Instead of answering directly, he shifts even closer until his lips are just inches from your ear.

"Wouldn’t you like to find out?" His breath is warm against your skin.

You feel a flush creep up your neck but keep your composure. "And here I thought you'd give me a straight answer for once."

He chuckles softly and pulls back just enough to look you in the eye. "The title has its perks," he says with a lazy smile.

You shake your head, half-exasperated and half-amused. "What would Shakky say about all this?"

Rayleigh's grin widens. "Oh, she’d probably suggest we invite her along next time."

Your eyes widen slightly at his boldness. "You really don’t hold back, do you?"

"Life’s too short for that," he replies with a wink. Rayleigh's wink sends your heart racing, but you decide to play along with his game.

"Alright, Rayleigh," you say, a teasing edge to your voice. "I've been wondering... what's it like to suck old man dick?"

Rayleigh snorts loudly, almost doubling over in laughter. "Old man dick? You wound me again, Gazania!"

You can’t help but laugh with him, the sound ringing out into the jungle night. "Well, you did say you’re in your prime," you retort.

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he steps closer. "I guess I'll have to show you just how prime I am."

Before you can react, Rayleigh’s hand slides into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulls you so close your noses brush.

Your breath catches as Rayleigh's hand tightens in your hair, the warmth of his touch spreading across your scalp. His eyes, glinting with mischief and something deeper, hold yours captive.

Then his lips are on yours, firm and unyielding. The taste of Nila berries lingers, bitter and unexpected. His other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies press together.

You respond instinctively, your hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. Your fingers dig into the fabric as you kiss him back with equal fervor. His lips move against yours with a purpose that leaves no room for hesitation. Not that you even find yourself in that position.

Rayleigh's tongue teases at the seam of your lips, and you part them willingly. The kiss deepens, growing more intense as he explores your mouth. Each movement is deliberate, coaxing and demanding at the same time. Your senses are flooded with his presence—the scent of sea salt and earth that clings to him, the scratch of his stubble against your skin.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to murmur against your lips, "Still think I'm just an old man?"

You smirk through the haze of desire clouding your mind. "You've got some moves for an ancient pirate."

He chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating through you. "Let me show you more then," he whispers before capturing your lips again.

The hand in your hair slides down to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss further. His other hand roams from your waist up to the small of your back, pressing you closer until there’s no space left between you.

You can’t help but respond to his touch; every nerve ending feels electrified. You press yourself against him harder, feeling the contours of his body—strong and undeniably experienced—against yours. Your hands travel up from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still.

When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both breathing heavily. His forehead rests against yours as he catches his breath.

"Impressed yet?" he asks with a playful glint in his eye.

"Maybe a little," you admit breathlessly.

He grins and leans in for another kiss but pauses just before your lips meet. "Shakky would definitely want in on this," he murmurs against your mouth.

"Next time then," you cheekily reply.

His laughter rumbles against your chest, a sound so full of life it momentarily stuns you. "Next time, huh?" Rayleigh's voice is a low, sultry whisper that makes you shiver in delight.

You lean into him, your lips brushing against his as you speak. "A pirate's always got a few tricks up their sleeve, right?" You challenge him with a smirk, your eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The corner of his mouth quirks up in a grin. "Oh, I've got plenty of tricks," he assures you, his hand tightening possessively at the nape of your neck.

His lips return to yours with renewed fervor, his tongue flicking against your lips, coaxing them apart once more. You open for him, your tongues meeting in a passionate dance. His kiss is deep and erotic, exploring every inch of your mouth with an urgency that leaves you breathless.

You moan into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his insistent mouth. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips on yours.

Moving your hands down his chest, you feel the hard planes of muscle beneath the soft material of his shirt. You slip your fingers beneath the hem, exploring the ridges and valleys of his abdomen, each muscle defined and toned.

Rayleigh breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged as he gazes down at you with dark, hooded eyes. "You're playing with fire, Gazania," he warns, his voice husky with desire.

"I told you that I wanted to suck your dick did I not?" you say, your voice low and teasing, the words hanging between you, charged with an undeniable heat. Your intentions were clear.

Rayleigh's eyes crinkle as a smirk curves at the edge of his mouth. His gaze drops to your lips, then lower still to where your fingers trace the hem of his shirt, as though he's imagining your touch elsewhere.

"Indeed, you did," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth lifting in a slow, knowing smile that promises all sorts of wicked delights. He leans back, the firelight casting dancing shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles and lines that tell the story of a life lived to the fullest.

With deliberate slowness, Rayleigh reaches down, his fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Each one releases with a soft pop, and with every inch of exposed skin, your breath hitches in your throat. He is intentionally drawing this out, you just know it. His chest is a map of scars and old wounds, each one a testament to the battles he's fought and won.

"Then by all means," he says, his voice a warm rumble that vibrates through you, "have your fun."

You don't need to be told twice. Your hands, emboldened by his words, slide up his chest, exploring the contours of his body. Your thumbs brush over his nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. The sound spurs you on, and you lean forward, pressing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone.

Rayleigh's hand tangles in your hair, guiding you lower. His skin is warm and salty beneath your tongue. You can feel the steady beat of his heartbeat against your lips as you make your way down his torso, your hands mapping out every ridge and valley of his abdomen.

When you reach the waistband of his pants, you pause, looking up at him through your lashes. His eyes are fixed on you, watching with rapt attention as you deftly undo the fastenings and free his erect cock.

For a moment, you simply gaze at him, your hand gently wrapping around his length. He's thick and heavy in your palm, and you can't help but marvel at the man before you—a legend among pirates, now laid bare for your pleasure. Technically his too but semantics aside, this is for you.

His breath hitches, a low groan escaping his lips as you begin to slide your fingers up and down. The rhythm starts slow, your hand gliding up and down his length with deliberate tease.

Rayleigh's hand tightens in your hair, his eyes never leaving yours. "You’ve got a talent for this," he murmurs, a teasing edge to his voice.

You smirk, your grip tightening slightly as you increase the pace. "I aim to please."

His chuckle turns into a moan as your thumb circles the head of his cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum that’s gathered there. The sound is intoxicating, urging you to explore further. You shift your position slightly, angling yourself better to watch every reaction play out across his face.

"You have magical hands, Gazania," he breathes out, his voice rough with need.

You have no intention of stopping. Your strokes become more confident, alternating between firm squeezes and gentle caresses. Rayleigh’s hips begin to move in time with your hand, small thrusts that match the rhythm you set. His control is impressive, but you can see the strain in his expression, the effort it takes for him not to take over completely.

"How's this?" you ask, your voice low and sultry.

Rayleigh’s eyes darken with desire. "Just like that," he growls.

You increase the pressure, watching as his control begins to fray. His breathing grows heavier, each exhale a ragged gasp that sends shivers through you. You lean forward again, pressing a kiss just below his navel before looking up at him with a wicked grin.

"Feels good?" you tease.

Rayleigh’s laugh is breathless and strained. "You're wicked," he replies. "But yes... it feels incredible."

Your strokes quicken, your hand moving with purpose now. You can feel the tension building in him, the way his muscles tighten under your touch.

Rayleigh's hand tightens almost painfully in your hair as you feel his hips stutter against your touch. He looks down at you, his gaze heavy with desire and something more primal. "You wanted to taste me, didn't you?" His voice is low, filled with a challenge.

Your lips curl into a wicked smile. "Oh I did."

"Then you'd better stop with your hands, or you'll have to wait until I'm ready again," he warns, his breath hitching as your grip tightens for a moment.

You look up at him, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I guess I'll just have to taste you now."

Rayleigh's eyes sparkle. You shift positions again, moving down so you're level with his throbbing cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of him—thick, veined, and glistening.

You lower your head slowly, letting your breath ghost over his sensitive skin. Rayleigh shudders in response, a low groan escaping his lips. Your tongue flicks out to taste him, savoring the salty essence that clings to his tip.

"Gods," Rayleigh breathes out, his grip on your hair loosening slightly as he lets you take control.

You open your mouth wider, taking him in inch by inch until he hits the back of your throat. The feeling is intense; he fills your throat entirely. You hollow your cheeks and begin to suck, creating a delicious friction that has Rayleigh gasping above you.

"That's it," he murmurs encouragingly. "Just like that."

Your hands come up to stroke what your mouth can't reach, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and gently caressing his balls. You can feel them tightening under your touch, a clear sign that he's close.

Rayleigh's other hand finds your shoulder, squeezing gently as if to ground himself. His hips start to move again, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. You take him deeper, relaxing your throat to accommodate his size.

"You're amazing," he groans out between ragged breaths. "Don't stop."

The praise spurs you on. You increase the suction and bob faster on his cock, each movement eliciting another delicious moan from him. His fingers flex in your hair and on your shoulder as he struggles to maintain control.

You hum around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. You can feel every twitch and pulse of his cock as you work him closer to the edge.

"Gazania," he warns, voice tight with impending release. Your eyes flicker to his and burn with demand. Come.

Rayleigh's response is immediate; he groans loudly as his hips jerk forward one last time. You feel the hot rush of his seed filling your mouth, and you swallow eagerly around him. The rush of warmth flows down your throat and fills your belly.

His breathing is harsh and uneven as he comes down from his high, but there's a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he looks down at you.

"You really do know how to please an old man," he says with a chuckle.

You pull back slowly, giving one last teasing lick before sitting up and wiping the corner of your mouth with a smirk. "I aim to please."

Rayleigh's eyes sparkle with satisfaction as he catches his breath. "So, has your curiosity been sated?"

You nod, your eyes raking over his incredibly strong and muscled body. The scars and lines tell stories of battles fought and won, adding to his allure. "For now," you reply, unable to keep the admiration out of your voice.

"Good," he says, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Because now it's my turn, and it's a shame I'm the only one naked."

Before you can respond, Rayleigh pulls you to your feet with surprising gentleness given how fast you end up standing. His fingers find the hem of your tank top, lifting it slowly over your head. His knuckles are warm against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

"Let’s see what you’ve got under here," he teases, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

The cool night air brushes against your exposed skin as he tosses your tank top aside. His fingers trace the lines of your collarbones, sending a wave of desire through you. He pauses for a moment, eyes locked with yours before reaching behind you to unhook your bra.

"Such a beautiful sight," he murmurs appreciatively as your breasts are freed. His hands move to cup them, thumbs brushing over your nipples in a way that makes you gasp.

"Not bad for an old man," you tease back, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Though I do suppose you have practice undoing bras?"

Rayleigh chuckles, his touch becoming more deliberate. "Old? Maybe. But I know how to make a woman feel young."

His words send another rush of warmth through you as he continues to undress you slowly. He takes his time, savoring each moment as if it's a gift to be unwrapped carefully.

His hands slide down to the waistband of your shorts next, deftly undoing the button and sliding them down over your hips. The fabric pools at your feet as he kneels before you, placing a kiss on each hipbone before standing again.

"Now we're even," he says with a playful glint in his eye.

You can't help but laugh at his easygoing nature even in such an intimate moment. "Even? I think you've got some catching up to do."

Rayleigh's grin widens as he steps closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. "Oh, I plan on catching up," he promises before capturing your lips in another searing kiss.

Rayleigh's lips claim yours with a hunger that matches your own. His tongue twists against yours, exploring and teasing with an intensity that leaves you breathless. The kiss is erotic, each movement of his mouth a promise of the pleasures to come.

You moan softly against his lips, your hands moving to grip his broad shoulders, holding yourself steady as his touch ignites a fire within you. Rayleigh's hands continue their exploration of your body, his touch both firm and gentle. His thumb brushes against your nipple and pleasurable delight erupts across your breast.

"Rayleigh," you gasp, breaking the kiss for just a moment to catch your breath.

His eyes lock onto yours, filled with desire and a playful glint. "Yes, dear?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that makes your heart race.

"I don't think I'm the only one who is wicked," you whisper, pulling him back into another passionate kiss.

His hands slide lower, fingers trailing down your sides and across the curve of your hips. He grips your ass firmly before letting one hand sneak between your legs. His fingers part your folds with a deftness that speaks of experience and confidence.

"You're already so wet," he murmurs against your lips, his voice tinged with admiration.

You can only moan in response as his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you arch against him. Your breathing quickens, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Rayleigh's kisses move from your lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "I want to hear you," he whispers between kisses. "Let me know how good it feels."

Your hands tighten on his shoulders as he increases the pressure on your clit, his other hand sliding back up to cup your breast. "Rayleigh... oh gods," you manage to say between gasps.

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "That's what I like to hear."

His fingers work their magic on you, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer strokes that have you teetering on the edge of ecstasy. His mouth moves lower still, trailing kisses down to the swell of your breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit.

Your moans grow louder as the pleasure builds within you, each touch pushing you closer to the brink. Rayleigh's intensity is matched by an easygoing playfulness that makes every moment with him addicting.

"You taste so sweet," he murmurs around your nipple before moving to give the other the same attention.

Your head falls back in bliss as he works both nipples with expert precision while keeping his fingers busy between your legs. The dual sensations are almost too much to bear; you're caught in a whirlwind of pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely.

"Rayleigh, I'm so close," you pant out, gripping him tighter as if afraid to let go and bucking your hips against his palm.

He lifts his head slightly to meet your gaze again, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Then let go for me," he commands softly. "I want to feel you come apart in my arms, Gazania."

With those words and one final flick of his thumb over your clit combined with a gentle bite on your nipple, the tension within you snaps. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave—intense and all-consuming—leaving you trembling in its wake.

Rayleigh holds you through it all; his touch never falters even as he watches with satisfaction at how completely undone you've become within his arms.

"Gods, Rayleigh, you've got magic fingers," you pant, your voice still breathless from the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He chuckles, that low, warm sound that fills your body with butterflies. "Glad you think so," he murmurs, his fingers finally slowing their assault. He watches you with a mixture of smug pride and desire, eyes dark and intense.

Without warning, he scoops you up effortlessly, your body light in his strong arms. You cling to him, the remnants of your orgasm still making your limbs feel like jelly. "What are you doing?" you ask, half-laughing.

Rayleigh smirks down at you. "Just getting us more comfortable." He carries you over to a patch of soft moss on the jungle floor and lays you down gently. The ground beneath you is cool and damp, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he settles between your legs.

Rayleigh settles between your legs, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of humor and hunger. His breath ghosts over your skin as he parts your legs wider, his grip firm yet tender.

"You know," he begins, his tone casual but laced with an underlying hunger, "you’re not the only one who's been wandering around hungry."

You can't help but chuckle at his playful remark. "Oh really?" you tease.

Rayleigh's eyes gleam with mischief as he lowers his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. "Really," he murmurs against your skin, his lips warm and soft. "I've been wondering what you taste like."

Oh no, he is going to wreck you! Your fingers thread through his hair as he kisses a trail up your thigh, each touch igniting a spark of electric pleasure. His movements remain unhurried, savoring every inch of you as if he's unwrapping a long-awaited gift.

"You're quite the flirt, Rayleigh," you manage to say between breaths, your voice trembling.

He looks up at you, a grin playing on his lips. "And you're quite the temptation," he replies before placing another kiss higher on your thigh, closer to where you want him most. Where your flesh throbs.

His fingers part your folds gently, and he pauses for a moment to take in the sight of you. "Absolutely beautiful," he murmurs before dipping his head lower.

The first touch of his tongue against your most sensitive spot has you gasping. The second, your hips twisting against his hands. He licks slowly, deliberately, tasting you with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. Like a starving man. His hands grip your hips harder against your squirms, holding you in place as he devours you with a hunger that's primal yet somehow controlled.

"Rayleigh... oh gods," you moan, unable to keep quiet as waves of pleasure course through you.

His chuckle vibrates against your core, sending another jolt of pleasure through you. "You like that?" he asks, his voice muffled but teasing.

"Yes," you gasp out, your hands tightening in his hair.

He continues his assault on your flesh, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes that push you closer to the edge once again. His fingers join in the effort, slipping inside you and curling just right to hit that perfect spot.

Your body arches against him involuntarily as the pleasure builds rapidly. Rayleigh's pace quickens in response to your reactions, driving you higher and higher until you're teetering on the brink once more.

"Let go for me again," he murmurs between strokes of his tongue. "I want to feel every bit of it."

His tongue performs wonders on your clit while his fingers delve deeply within you. The tension builds until it's nearly intolerable, then explodes into sheer ecstasy. You cry out his name as the orgasm tears through you, legs flailing and hips jerking wildly.

Rayleigh's grip tightens on your hips as he holds you down, riding out every wave with his mouth and fingers. He groans against you, relishing in the taste and feel of your release. "That's it," he praises, voice thick with satisfaction. "Just like that."

As the tremors subside, Rayleigh doesn't let up. His tongue dives back into your cunt, lapping at the remnants of your orgasm with renewed fervor. "Mmm, I could do this all night," he teases between licks.

Your body shakes violently; your clit and cunt are over-sensitized from the intense orgasm. "Rayleigh, please," you protest weakly, trying to pull away. "I can't... it's too much."

He looks up at you with a wicked grin. "I know you can take it," he says confidently before diving back in.

You squirm under his relentless attention, every nerve ending ablaze with over-stimulation. Despite the intensity bordering on discomfort, a part of you revels in his determination and the sheer pleasure he brings.

"Rayleigh!" Your voice is a mix of laughter and exasperation as he continues relentlessly.

"You're not tapping out already, are you?" He smirks against your folds, clearly enjoying himself too much to stop now.

"I might have to!" You manage to say between gasps and moans.

His fingers slide back inside you, curling perfectly once more while his tongue flicks mercilessly at your engorged clit. The combination has tears springing to your eyes from sheer influx of persistent pleasure.

"Just one more for me," Rayleigh coaxes gently but firmly. "I know you've got it in you."

With Rayleigh's gentle coaching and fingering, you feel the storm of pleasure within you tighten once more. The relentless pressure of his fingers curling inside you, paired with his tongue's expert flicks on your clit, sends you spiraling into another orgasm. Your scream catches in your throat, choked by the intensity of pleasure washing through your limbs.

Your legs clamp around Rayleigh's head involuntarily, muscles locking as the pleasure crashes through you. Your hands dig into the moss beneath you and tangle in his hair, pulling him closer despite the overwhelming sensations. Your body convulses with each wave, squeezing around his fingers that continue to stroke you through it all.

"Rayleigh!" you manage to gasp out, voice a mix of pleading and ecstasy. Your vision blurs, tears slipping all to easily from the overwhelming bliss.

Finally, he withdraws his fingers and laps at your inner thighs with lazy strokes, savoring the aftermath of your release. His breath is warm against your skin as he places a gentle kiss on each thigh before climbing up to hover over you.

"Still with me?" he asks, a playful glint in his eyes as he takes in your dazed expression.

You manage a weak nod, trying to catch your breath. "Barely," you reply with a shaky laugh.

Rayleigh's grin widens as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Good," he murmurs against them. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

His words send a renewed spark of desire through you despite your exhaustion. "You're insatiable," you tease breathlessly.

"And you're irresistible," he counters smoothly, his voice low and filled with promise.

Rayleigh's eyes sparkle for a moment before he bends down and tangles his tongue with yours again. His kiss is deep, consuming, his taste mingling with the remnants of your release. His hand moves to pull your leg up, resting your knee against his hip. You feel the hard length of his cock press against your oversensitive folds, sending another jolt of pleasure mixed with a hint of overstimulation through you.

You whimper against Rayleigh's mouth, the sensation almost too much to bear. He breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against your lips, "Don't worry, beautiful. I've got you."

His words are a teasing comfort, his voice laced with playful confidence. "Insatiable old man," you manage to tease back, your breath catching as he shifts his hips slightly.

"Old? Maybe," he replies with a chuckle. "Just relax and enjoy the ride," he says before capturing your lips in another searing kiss.

As you're distracted by his kiss, Rayleigh takes advantage of the moment to slip the head of his cock into you. Your body clenches around him tightly, making him groan in appreciation. He pushes forward slowly, feeling the resistance of your walls as they stretch to accommodate him.

You inhale sharply at the sharp stretch, a mix of pleasure and a slight sting of pain. Rayleigh's lips find yours again, kissing you softly as he whispers against your mouth, "Relax, honey. You can take me."

His words are a command and a reassurance all at once. You try to breathe through the sensation as he continues to push inside you inch by inch. The fullness is overwhelming, but Rayleigh's gentle coaxing keeps you concentrated on remaining relaxed.

"That's it," he murmurs encouragingly. "You're doing so well."

You giggle weakly at his words despite yourself, finding humor even in this intense moment. Rayleigh takes advantage of your distraction to thrust deeper, seating himself fully inside you with one final push.

You feel the solid weight of Rayleigh pressing you into the soft moss, the cool dampness seeping into your skin as he fills you completely. The sensation is intense, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure that leaves you momentarily breathless. His cock, hard and thick, stretches you in ways you hadn't anticipated, and your body tightens around him reflexively.

"Rayleigh," you whisper, your voice a blend of surprise and pleasure as you try to adjust to the intrusion.

His lips trail from your mouth, leaving a path of heat down your jaw and to the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. He nips at the skin there, a gentle reminder of his control and your surrender.

"Just enjoy it," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a low rumble that resonates through you.

You nod, your breath hitching as you focus on relaxing your muscles, on allowing yourself to take him fully. His hand cups the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek in a gesture so tender it almost brings tears to your eyes.

The pain begins to ebb, replaced by a slowly building warmth that radiates from your core outward. Rayleigh remains still, giving you time to accommodate his size, his every breath a quiet testament to his restraint.

As the initial discomfort fades, you tilt your hips experimentally, a soft groan escaping your lips when the movement sends a jolt of pleasure through you.

Rayleigh chuckles at your response, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. "Eager, are we?" he teases, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire.

You meet his gaze, a playful smile tugging at your lips despite the intensity of the moment. "Maybe I'm just ready for you to move," you retort, your voice steadier than you feel.

"Is that so?" he murmurs, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Without warning, he pulls back slightly, then thrusts forward, filling you completely once more. The sharp stretch elicits a squeak of pain from your lips.

"Rayleigh!" you gasp, trying to adjust to the sudden movement.

He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, honey?" he says softly, his voice tinged with both challenge and reassurance.

You nod, biting your lip as you brace yourself for more. The discomfort slowly gives way to a deeper sensation as he starts to move with deliberate slowness. His hips draw back just enough before pushing forward again, each thrust measured and controlled.

The feeling of him sliding in and out of you is intense, stretching you to your limits with every stroke. Your walls cling to him tightly, amplifying the sensation. "Rayleigh," you breathe out, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

His pace remains unhurried but thorough, each thrust purposeful as he fills you completely before retreating only to plunge back in again. The friction builds steadily, a warmth pooling deep within you as he continues his rhythmic movements.

"You clench around me so deliciously honey," Rayleigh murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with desire. His hand trails down to your hip, holding you steady as he drives into you with increasing intensity.

Your body responds eagerly despite the lingering sting of overstimulation. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating outward from where you're joined, leaving you gasping and writhing beneath him. "Don't stop," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of need and satisfaction.

Rayleigh's demeanor shifts from easy-going to intense as he picks up the pace slightly. His eyes lock onto yours, a fierce determination in their depths. "I won't," he promises softly before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

His tongue explores your mouth with the same deliberate precision as his thrusts inside you—deep and consuming. You moan into the kiss, the dual sensations overwhelming in their intensity.

Rayleigh swallows the sounds you make with every thrust as he kisses you. His lips are demanding, almost punishing, as they move against yours. You claw at his hair and back, gasping for oxygen in between mind-numbing kisses. Each breath is a desperate gasp, your senses overwhelmed by the relentless assault on your body.

"Rayleigh," you moan into his mouth, the word barely a whisper as he deepens the kiss. His tongue dances with yours, each movement echoing the rhythm of his thrusts. You can barely think, your world narrowed down to the sensation of him filling you completely, over and over again.

His hand on your hip tightens, holding you steady as he drives into you with increasing intensity. "I want to feel you come around my cock," he groans against your lips, his voice rough with desire.

Your hands clutch at his back, fingernails scraping against his skin as you shake your head. "I don't think I can," you gasp out, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure.

Rayleigh's eyes blaze with determination as he looks down at you. "You can," he insists, his thrusts growing more urgent. "I know you can."

The friction between your bodies is almost unbearable, every movement sending waves of pleasure radiating outward from where you're joined. Your body responds eagerly despite the lingering sting of overstimulation, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge once again.

"Please," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own labored breathing.

Rayleigh's lips curl into a wicked grin as he leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicks over the sensitive peak before sucking it into his mouth, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

You arch against him involuntarily, a choked cry escaping your lips as the combination of his thrusts and the attention on your breast pushes you closer to the brink. "Rayleigh!" you cry out, your hands fisting in his hair.

He releases your nipple with a soft pop before moving to the other one, giving it the same attention. "That's it," he murmurs around the hardened peak. "Just let go for me."

Your orgasm ripples through your body, making your walls clamp around Rayleigh's cock and the muscles of your abdomen spasm in pain that rivals the pleasure ripping through your body. The intensity of it leaves you breathless, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Your vision blurs as your body shakes violently, each wave of pleasure pulling a choked cry from your lips.

Rayleigh's thrusts grow erratic as he feels you tightening around him, his control slipping as he chases his own release. He takes your jaw in his hand, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Look at me," he commands, his voice rough and desperate.

You manage to focus on his face, your eyes locking onto his as he leans down to kiss you. His lips are demanding, bruising against yours as he swallows your cries. The taste of him is intoxicating, adding to the sensory overload.

He thrusts into your clenching body with renewed fervor, each movement pushing you higher into the abyss of pleasure. Your hands claw at his back, desperate for something to anchor yourself as your body convulses beneath him.

"Rayleigh!" you cry out, the sound muffled by his mouth on yours.

His hips slam against yours one final time, burying himself deep inside you as he groans into the kiss. You feel the warmth of his release filling you, a rush of heat that sends another jolt of pleasure through you. His cock pulses within you, each spasm matched by a corresponding twitch from your own body.

You fall limp beneath Rayleigh, truly exhausted and barely able to move. One of your arms slides off his shoulder to the mossy ground, the cool dampness a stark contrast to your overheated skin. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, each one a struggle as you try to regain some semblance of composure.

Rayleigh chuckles against your lips, the sound a low rumble that reverberates through you. He kisses the corner of your mouth, a gentle contrast to the earlier intensity, and his fingers trace soothing patterns on your cheek. "How's that for an old man," he murmurs, his voice tinged with pride and satisfaction.

You manage a weak smile, your body still humming from the aftershocks of your release. "I don't think I can move," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rayleigh's eyes twinkle with amusement as he brushes a strand of sweaty hair from your forehead. "Then don't," he says simply, his tone gentle but firm. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, the touch feather-light and comforting.

As you catch your breath, the comical flirting emerges naturally between you two. "You mentioned something about inviting Shakky next time," you tease, a playful glint in your eyes despite your exhaustion.

Rayleigh laughs heartily, the sound warm and genuine. "Did I now?" he replies with a smirk, clearly enjoying the banter.

"Yes," you insist with a mock-serious tone. "I distinctly remember you saying it."

He brushes another strand of hair from your face and kisses you there tenderly. "Next time," he promises softly, his lips lingering on your skin for a moment longer.

You can't help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you despite the lingering ache in your muscles. "I'll hold you to that," you say with a playful wink.

Rayleigh's grin widens as he looks down at you, his expression filled with affection and amusement. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you," he says warmly.

Rayleigh’s warm smile softens the intensity that still lingers in his eyes. He shifts beside you, his fingers brushing tenderly along your cheek. “You should get some rest, honey,” he advises, his voice a low rumble. “We can continue our plant discussion in the morning.”

You chuckle weakly, the sound mingling with the last vestiges of your heavy breaths. “I doubt I have much choice,” you murmur, closing your eyes for a moment to let the cool night air caress your flushed skin.

Rayleigh’s lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to make you sigh contentedly. “Good girl,” he whispers before pulling back to settle beside you on the mossy ground.

Date Published: 9/18/24

Last Edit: 9/18/24

Rayleigh Masterlist

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Who thought making Rayleigh look this fine, in a waistcoat with rolled up sleeves was a good idea, while being smooth with his drink making skills.

[alexa-fika]

UR WRITING AMAZING MATEE

Pls do more of Rayleigh and shakky those story u posted heal my childhood, they r like the type of parents I wish I had.

Thank you so much for ur work and ofc u don’t gotta do this if u don’t wanna or don’t do requests but thanks have a good one :)

Special Treasure (Rayleigh x gn!child!reader x Shakky)

A/N: YALL I HAVE COME BACK WITH A COOK AM I WRONG OR AM I RIGHT?? Toothroting, cavity inducing heart stopping cuteness ahead

Dividers by @/saradika

“Reader, where were you? Rayleigh questions as he sees his grandchild coming into the bar on top of Millo, their usual Smiledon Companion covered in dirt and grass, his wife in front of him preparing drinks, glancing at the child questioningly

“Outside!”

Rayleigh smiled softly as he approached the child, kneeling down slightly to meet them. Grabbing them from the large feline and putting them on their hip

“What were you doing outside?”

“Causing trouble, I bet?” pipes in Shakky

“We were exploring.”

“Mm, of course,” Rayleigh raises his brow at his wife, who nods along knowingly.

“Exploring, eh?” The white-haired man asks with a sly smirk

“Where were you exploring?”

They stay silent, playing with their grandfathers hair, trying to evade their gaze as they shrug

“Hm,” Rayleigh muttered

He then raises his eyebrows.

“You think I'm going to get mad?” his voice was light yet stern

“Yeah,” they say, hiding their face into their neck and continuing to play with his hair

Rayleigh chuckles, rubbing their head with one hand as he speaks to them.

“Well, I'm not...I know how it is. Being young and curious.”

“But you should never go off without telling someone where you're going.."

“But I went with Millo!” They exclaim, pulling their head out and gesturing at the large feline

“I mean a proper person,” Rayleigh chuckles,

“Millo, doesn’t count”

The toothed cat lets out a small indignant yowl at his comment, Reader reacting similarly with an offended gasp

Rayleigh scoffed at the cat's reaction, finding it amusing.

“There, there, Millo, you'll live.” Shakky Laughs.

“You're lucky you're adorable, isn't that right?” he said, looking at the cat.

“You're being mean to Millo Grandpa!”

“Now, Now both of you know I didn’t mean it like that,” Rayleigh says with a frown,

“but you need to understand it makes your gramps and gran worry, alright? You're our treasure, you know?”

“Im sorry,”

Shakky smiles, opening her arms for Rayleigh to pass them to her, he smiles obliging her silent request

“Come here” she says taking a hold of them

“We’re not mad, As we said, you are really important, and we simply worry, there are dangerous and gross people not far from here.”

“I just wanted to explore a little, but I didn’t mean to go far. “

Rayleigh scoffs and pulls the child into his arms, planting several kisses upon their cheek,

“It's fine... Just let me know next time where you are exploring; I know you're more than capable on your own, but still, I'd like to have an idea of where to look for you."

“Oke”

“Now that we got that out of the way, what were you doing that got you covered in dirt?”

They shuffle in their grandmother's arms, digging something from their small backpack

“I was getting you guys flowers!” They exclaim, pulling said plants out and handing two roughly arrays of flowers

Rayleigh’s face breaks out into a smile,

“For Us, you brought us flowers?”

They nod excitedly handing them the mix-match bouquet of flowers

The elderly couple exchange a look before embracing the child, who is now buried within the confines of their affection.

What do we think? Originally I thought it was missing something but I re-read it and I really like it, what are our thoughts? Im going to try the Dokusha reader for a test run, btw it’s about a certain lazy ice lord 👀. Im editing it right now maybe even a second part today if yall like it?

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