#op silvers rayleigh

[opswordsmenzine]

⚔️ MOD INTRO ⚔️

Swinging into action is LOR, our Organization Mod!

Their favorite One Piece swordsman is Rayleigh! He may be retired from piracy, but we never forget a legend! ⚔️

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[huyandere]

cabin boys nowadays

[marduksstuff]

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[reineydraws]

mihawk's judging buggy pretty hard for a guy who said yes to shanks's begging lol.

if the late pirate king's rizz technique aint broke, dont fix it!

[threi]

[inpolariis]

Just some late night thoughts after the return from Laughtale...

[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.”

[littlemochabunni]

Dilf dilf dilf me down….

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“D-daddy! S-slow down sh-shit!~” you try pushing on his hips from thick cock bullying your cunt with his frantic animalistic pace. He grips your wrist and pins your arm behind your back as he’s too lost in the feeling of your sopping cunt around his cock. His groans and loud grunts outmatched your screams and the sound of the headboard banging— breaking against the ship’s walls, “Fuuck baby just one more~ one more.”

Your eyes roll back and you toes curl as he hit you with another, seemly never ending, orgasm of the day. “Fuck fuck fuck ’m cumming daaaddy fuuuuck waait!” He again ignores your pleas as he continues to fuck you through your hard orgasm and moans just as loud with you, “God ya squeezing’ my cock so much baby ahh shit…. Do that again—sing f’me~…..”

SHANKS, Beckman Mihawk, Rayleigh, Whitebeard, Roger, Kaido|Toji, SATORU, Suguru, Joel, TENGEN, & any of your favs <3

[bastardlotus]

rayleigh @ the straw hats:

[majubengel]

One Piece old man yaoi sticker set!

[opswordsmenzine]

⚔️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAYLEIGH! ⚔️

Looks like his captain and young charges got him some gifts for his special day! We wonder what they are? 🤔

Regardless, we hope the Dark King has a wonderful birthday spent with those he cares about! 🎂🎉

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[kalofi]

guess who’s not winning father of the year award !!!

[huyandere]

new gen of pirates looks promising

[bisamrottan]

he did in fact not come back

[reineydraws]

✨️ like father, like son ✨️

was talking to @eastbluesaga about how buggy dresses and acts more like roger, and how shanks dresses and acts more like rayleigh. the parallels are so good! especially considering buggy's getting pushed into the limelight now as the series ends, and how shanks has been making moves more in the background like a dark horse (or a dark king, perhaps?) this entire time.

like, you'd want to compare shanks to roger at first, especially considering the straw hat legacy, but shanks seems to be aware that it's more his role to facilitate than to be in the light himself--a similar role i assume rayleigh took as first mate of the pirate king. conversely, buggy's being quickly propelled into an advantageous position that spotlights him as important--a key figure in all things, surprisingly like a king, even tho he never quite believed he could have that for himself (and then hid in the east blue, where his captain was born!!!).

them!!!

[threi]

i can hear my mom blaming dad for eating too much shit that he really shouldnt eat (dads dont care)