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dreamcatcheratdawn · 8 months ago

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Can you write something about Shanks x reader? Like, the reader was teleported by Kuma, now she's on Shanks's ship and he offered himself to train her. (Can be fluffy with a little bit of angst. And slightly of age gap)

I loved the idea✨. Shanks is one of my favorite OP characters (after Luffy, Kid and Zoro, of course). And I wrote this while marathoning One Piece (I'm still in the Punk Hazard arc 😭) one eye was on the caption and the other eye was on the writing.

"Let me help you"

Pairing: Shanks x gn!reader

Warning: slight angst, fluff most of the time.

W/C: 18.1k

You, as a resident of the Sabaody Archipelago since birth, are good friends with Rayleigh and Shakky. Ever since you were 7 years old, you would sneak out of your house to visit Shakky's Rip-off Bar just so you could listen to Rayleigh tell several of his adventure stories from when he was still a pirate while Shakky prepared his favorite juice. It was like a hobby, and you loved it.

You just didn't expect that on another calm, sunny day, a seriously injured fish-man, a mermaid, a talking starfish and a group of very strange pirates would show up at Shakky's bar.

At the bar, as you sipped a beer, you watched the scene unfold in front of you, seeing what looked like a pet bandaging the fish-man.

"A raccoon?" You said, tilting your head to the side. The animal in question looked furious and turned its head towards you. "I AM NOT A RACCOON, I AM A REINDEER!" the reindeer exclaimed, blowing smoke out of its nostrils. He went back to what he was doing, muttering quietly.

Rayleigh, smiling, came to his side, taking a seat in front of the counter.

"What happened while you were out?" You asked Rayleigh, as Shakky offered him a glass of beer.

"Oh, I was almost sold into slavery," Rayleigh said, as calmly as if this happened to him often. "EHHHH?" You were shocked, not that enslaving humans shocked you, as much as you found it disgusting, but who in the world could capture Silvers Rayleigh to be sold! That didn't fit at all.

"How did they catch you? And how did you escape?" You kind of already knew the answer, just the use of the King's Haki was enough for Rayleigh to get away.

"I had the help of that little guy over there" He pointed his chin at the boy with a straw hat on his head who ate like a pig, if not worse. Rayleigh was now talking to Shakky, while you brought the glass of beer to your lips, feeling the bitter taste of the cheap drink. "Ah, did you know that he faced a Tenryuubito?"

Immediately, you choked on that information, beer coming out of your nose.

"Ahhhh, a lady!" A blond man came up to you with hearts in his eyes, offering you a handkerchief. "How could I not see you there? With this beauty that blinds a man, forgive me miss, you don't deserve such disgrace." You ignored the chatter of the blond man with the strange eyebrows and walked over to the boy in the straw hat.

"EI" You caught his eye and that of the rest of the people present. "Are you crazy? Do you want to attract the attention of the navy by taking on a Tenryuubito?" You snorted next to the boy. You, in your thirties, had never heard such an appalling event.

Swallowing the piece of meat he was eating, the straw hat said, "I'm not crazy! And I only did it because that idiot shot Hachi, so of course I'm going to fight back!" He exclaimed, looking at you with a kind of determination. That shocked you to some extent. You sighed heavily "Still, who are you to stand up to a protégé of the World Government?"

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy, and I'm going to be the King of the Pirates!" Luffy exclaimed once again, taking the large piece of meat into his mouth and swallowing.

"Ah, so you're that pirate with a 300 million berry bounty," you said, leaning against the counter. "But that won't solve anything, the navy will surely strike back."

"Actually, it's likely that they're already on their way here" Rayleigh said "Hey Shakky, I want some more beer" He said, indignant that his drink had run out.

You sighed once more, feeling the pangs of a headache when too many bad things were happening at once. After a while, the Straw Hat pirates left the bar, saying they were going to stay in the archipelago for another three days to throw off the Navy. The place was now silent, leaving only you, Shakky, Rayleigh, Hachi and his friends, whom you knew as Camie and Pappag. In your mind, the events of now were running wild.

A few hours later, Rayleigh stood up, heading for the door of the bar.

"Where are you going?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"I'm going to help Luffy" He left before you could say anything else. "Tch, what a stubborn old man" You exclaimed.

"Come on, he can take care of himself, you know that" Shakky said smiling as he cleaned the counter

Hours and hours passed and no news about Rayleigh or the Gang of Straw Hats.

You paced back and forth, anxiety running through your mind as you bit your nails. You stopped, looking at the door. Making up your mind, you headed for the exit, ignoring Shakky's protests for you to stay.

Running through the mangroves, you followed the sound of explosions, the smoke filling your lungs every time you got close. Arriving at your destination, you saw that the place was a zone, pirates everywhere, navy soldiers firing into the wind. Scanning around, you found Rayleigh fighting Kizaru, a navy admiral you knew only by face. Before you could get to Rayleigh, a familiar shout made you stop, turning in the direction of the sound. It was Luffy shouting, while his companions were fighting Kuma, one of the Navy's seven Shichibukais. When Kuma's hand touched one of Luffy's companions, one with orange hair, she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

On impulse, you went over to them, wondering if you could help them. You barely knew Luffy, but the short time you spent together was enough for you to judge him as a man of good intentions.

As you ran towards them, you saw that some of Luffy's companions were missing. You guessed that they had been defeated, probably by Kuma.

"Luffy!" you shouted, pulling him out of the way of Kuma's hands, but this only resulted in one thing: you tripping over something you didn't identify and falling to the ground. You turned to Kuma, pulling a gun from your waistband as you fired wildly at him, but it had no effect.

"A friend of Luffy from Straw Hat?" The Shichibukai said, staring at you for a few seconds before his giant hand touched you, the power of his Akuma no Mi taking effect, his body disappearing. You felt an enormous pressure in the room, causing you to faint immediately afterwards.

You felt trapped in something soft while you were lying down. It was as if you were lying on a pile of clouds. Opening your eyes slowly, small pains spread through your body. On closer inspection, you were flying in the sky, but you couldn't feel the breeze and, incredibly, you didn't feel short of breath because you were wrapped in a kind of bubble. Dramatically, the memories returned to your mind, making you feel pathetic.

"Damn, I couldn't do anything useful" you thought to yourself, mulling it over as the bubble carried you across the vast sky. You still had the gun in your hand, so you put it in your waistband, not that it was any use without bullets. You didn't know how many hours or days you had slept, but you wanted to know what your fate would be. Before you could think of anything else, the bubble protecting you landed, startling you. What if it fell into the open sea? You knew how to swim, but sea monsters could appear anywhere.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you fell into a ship, hitting your back on the wooden floor.

"Damn…" you cursed, then got up and opened your eyes, only to find a bunch of men around you. A pirate ship, your senses alerted you, making your hand go towards the gun you always carried, pointing it at several of the men.

"Boss, come and see this." A portly man with a piece of meat in his hand spoke up. As the men around you moved away, you could immediately feel an overwhelming presence. Turning in the direction of the presence, you could see a man with red hair and a scar on his face coming towards you. Immediately, you recognized the man. It was impossible not to recognize the pirate in question, given the fact that both his person and his deeds were notorious and circulated widely on people's lips. It was Shanks, The Redhead, a name that made many people shudder just to hear it.

Your body trembled, the gun in your hand wavering as you pointed it in the Redhead's direction, bitterly regretting your decision, but you were too proud to turn back.

"Well well, looks like we've got a scared kitten here," Shanks laughed, looking over at you. He crouched down very close to you, leaning his forehead against the barrel of the gun. "Aren't you going to shoot?" A faint smile appeared on the pirate's face as he stared into your soul.

"Don't play games with me," you said, with great difficulty, trying to sound strong, but coming out more like a cry for help.

Shanks stared at you for what seemed like an eternity, before bursting into laughter, his body tilting backwards, his men doing the same. You, not understanding anything, blushed intensely with embarrassment. "Ouch, scaredy-cat, how the hell did you get here out of nowhere, huh?" Shanks asked after wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

You, seeing no point in hiding the truth, (not as if you could, Shanks would get the truth out anyway) told him the truth. He understood, saying that he knew Luffy, then smiling, saying that the boy only got into trouble.

"Well, what if I taught you how to fight for real?" He came up with the idea out of the blue, while sipping sake sitting on one of the ship's barrels.

You looked at him, surprised by his proposal. You looked at the ground, remembering how pathetic you were to try to fight a Shichibukai when you didn't even know the basics of anything. You looked at Shanks again, determination shining in your eyes.

"Please teach me how to fight!"

Shanks smiled, setting the sake aside as he stood up. "Looks like the scared little kitten has guts. I like that about you."

You blushed slightly at his words, standing up too. "Well, I'll teach you everything I know."

Days and days went by as Shanks taught you the most varied fighting techniques. Months later, he saw that you were strong enough to learn how to use Weapons Haki and Observation Haki. A year and a half flew by and you didn't even notice. Along with fighting and teaching, you developed feelings for Shanks.

It started with the nicknames; kitten, shawty, cutie. Then there were touches here and there. As well as the time you spent together without fighting or learning the theory of anything. Just the moments Shanks spent recounting his adventures with a twinkle in his eye in the dead of night when most of the pirates were too drunk to sober up. And you listened to every word that came out of his mouth with admiration, secretly happy for the adventures he had been through. There were also the times when he and the crew tried your sweets, from the first day you started making them, with the excuse that it was payment for his teaching and temporary hospitality. But you couldn't deny to yourself that the reason was just to please him as much as possible, so that you could receive a pat on the head or a mess of hair, followed by compliments from the redhead.

Oh, and let's not forget the flirting. The damned flirting that he would give you with that mischievous little smile, to which you would respond back with rosy cheeks, not wanting to be left behind in any way, especially when it came to Shanks.

And on this night in question, it seems he was loaded with flirting to try and embarrass you while everyone drank and ate outdoors, partying for nothing.

"Hey Y/N." The sound of the redhead's sweet voice caught her attention, her head turning in the direction of the melody that called her name. Seeing him sitting next to Benn, sipping a sake, you smiled, putting your hands on your waist. "Yes, Shanks?" You answered the man, already preparing yourself for what was to come.

"If I happen to drown, do I get a mouth to mouth breath from you?" he asked, his damn winning smile opening the door for your heart to skip a beat.

Her legs turned to jelly for a moment, never getting used to the feeling of receiving the slightest bit of attention from Shanks.

"Well, try your luck and I'll be happy to do it," you replied, putting a false smile on your face, but you didn't know whether to throw yourself into the sea out of embarrassment or kiss Shanks in front of everyone.

Shanks, being the flirt he was - very professional, so to speak - didn't expect you to be able to respond to his flirting, or even better than that, which caused the man to have a total meltdown, leaving him speechless.

"HAHA, Y/N dismantled the boss" Lucky laughed out loud, his companions laughing next, bringing Shanks to attention, his cheeks slightly flushed. He hid his smile as he turned over the sake bottle.

After an hour or so, the crew of the Redhead Pirates were too drunk to even stand up. Some went to sleep in their rooms, others blacked out in whatever corner of the ship was considered "comfortable".

You were washing the dishes that the men had soiled during the party. Living with men wasn't easy, since Benn was one of the few who cared at all about the cleanliness of the ship. So you did the cleaning, since you couldn't stand living in the mess and dirt.

You started thinking about your home in Sabaody, missing Rayleigh's stories, Shakky's cheap booze, the cotton candy from the Archipelago that tasted special. You felt a pang in your chest from nostalgia. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn't feel the presence of Shanks behind you, only sensing when his arms were wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. The man's sudden movement made your body shudder. "Shanks?" You looked at him, confused.

He looked at you, while smiling faintly. "Yes, kitten?" he purred softly, his nose sinking into your clothes, his eyes closing as he inhaled your perfume deeply.

In that situation, you felt stagnant, not knowing what to do. Your heart was pounding like crazy, your hair was standing on end, and the desire to kiss him right then and there was greater than anything in the world.

You swallowed dryly, dropping the dishes from your hands as you wiped your hands on the cloth on your other shoulder. "Are you even sober?" You asked, apprehensive of his answer.

Shanks opened his eyes, squinting at you for a few seconds, then immediately turned his body so that you were facing him. Shanks' muscular body pressed against yours, making you breathless. "Enough to answer for my actions." Shanks said, their faces very close together, Shanks' lips almost touching yours as his eyes roamed over your lips, without any shame in facing them.

You were losing your sanity and along with it, your patience. "Kiss," you said, drawing his attention instantly to your eyes. "If you have the courage, of course." You challenged, your breathing pausing for a moment to see what he was going to do.

"You asked for it," Shanks said before attacking your lips, and what began as a sloppy kiss, saliva spilling out, continued with a kiss of dominance from both of you, tongues and teeth clashing, making you both lose your breath, while his hands circled your waist, squeezing lightly from time to time, and you snaked your arms around his neck, stroking his soft hair. You separated so you could breathe.

That didn't stop Shanks from sprinkling wet kisses all over your face, which you gladly accepted, not letting any opportunity pass you by. "Be part of my crew" he said breathlessly "I like you. I like you a lot. I can't let you get away from me." The redhead's statement made your heart leap, longing for this moment since the day you realized you liked that man. "Please?" He asked, his pleading eyes looking at you while his face was a pure mess, and you were probably on the same level. It stirred you, a chill in your stomach settling in.

"Yeah," you didn't have to think long. God, it was Shanks over there, begging you like a puppy to stay by his side. "And I like you too." Both the statement and the quick acceptance surprised Shanks, making him blink a few times. "That easy? I thought women played hard to get at times like this." His arms encircled your body even more, bringing you closer to him.

"Well, I'm a straightforward woman. But I need you to stop by the Sabaody Archipelago. I need to know how Shakky and Rayleigh are doing after all that mess with the Navy," you said, your hands on Shanks' bare chest. Shanks' eyebrows rose. "You know Silvers Rayleigh?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes… he's like a father to me" You said, tilting your head to the side. "You've never said that to me," the redhead uttered, indignantly.

Instead of just replying with a simple "sorry", you decided to be mischievous. "Do I have to?" you said, a little smile playing across your face. Shanks sighed in shock, then smiled and pinched your nose. "You little brat, respect me, I'm older than you"

"It's only nine years apart," you smiled, joining in the fun as you enjoyed your evening, knowing that you had made the right choice from the start.

If you've made it this far, I take off my straw hat. Jokes aside, but I got too carried away writing this, sorry if it's too long. And I hope you enjoyed it, I really do.

#shanks x reader #red hair shanks #shanks #one piece #love #strangers to lovers #fighting #fluff #slight angst

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 months ago

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Rayleigh Reader x Record Of Ragnarok

Obviously they fight in their prime since in RoR when you die and go to Valhalla you come back as your Prime Self

And like Roger in the Audience and Shakky-

And Shanks and many others rooting then on.

The old Crew and all.

I love Raleigh- ❤️

-The air seemed to tremble as the door for humanity slowly opened, as if there was an intense pressure hanging in the air, one that everyone was quickly able to feel, many passing out from it.

-Heimdall was hyping the audience up, at least those who were still awake, telling the legend of your power, getting the humans hyped and the gods worried, as they could feel the power of this next fighter.

-Smoke seemed to billow from the doorway and all eyes were locked on, looking for this mysterious fighter before you appeared, a smile on your face.

-Honestly, many were surprised as you didn’t look like much, at least to those who didn’t know you. Behind you, as you entered the arena, a loud roar of cheers startled many, seeing a massive crew of pirates all cheering out your name.

-You had turned, seeing them cheering and you couldn’t help but grin softly, seeing their shenanigans as Roger was waving his arms, making a kissy face at you, cheering out your name, making you roll your eyes lightly, but your smile didn’t fall.

-Your opponent was nervous, but doing a good job in trying to make it look like he wasn’t nervous, but you could see the wavering in his eyes- intimidated by you. He could tell that you were immensely powerful, but you didn’t look like it- and that made you very dangerous in his eyes.

-You gave him a bright grin, “Let’s have a great fi-” CLANG!! Your opponent, trying to go for a cheap shot, thinking that would be the only way to defeat you, tried to charge at you, but you stunned all by catching the hilt of his weapon easily, stopping him dead in his tracks.

-Mouths fell open all around the stadium as you looked up at your shocked opponent, a slight glare in your eyes, “Oh ho~ aren’t you bold?”

-What looked to be black lightning surrounded you, the pressure only increasing as Roger was being held back by other crew members as he was furious at the attempted cheap shot, but as soon as he saw the lightning he grinned broadly, knowing this match was now over with.

-Shakky was smirking, leaning her cheek against her hand, holding a cigarette, you always knew how to intimidate others- it was one of the things she liked about you.

-Heimdall was feeling a bit lightheaded from your Haki, recognizing what it was, as he struggled to keep up with you, but in what looked to be one fluid movement, you ripped the weapon from your opponent’s hand before slicing him clean in half.

-Eyes were wide, seeing how quickly you had ended your fight and almost instantly, the pressure vanished as you turned with a bright grin, “I won!” your crew all cheered loudly for you while most everyone else was either passed out or stunned, before Heimdall shouted that you were the winner, making humanity cheer for you alongside your crew.

-As you headed backstage, meeting Brunnhilde who smiled up at you, thank you, handing you a large bottle of hard booze, your reward and you grinned, taking it, “I’m gonna go celebrate! See you later!” she knew she was right to ask you to fight.

-You were met with even more booze as Roger shouted that it was time for a party!!

#record of ragnarok #one piece rayleigh #piece roger #one piece shakky

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oz00ms2 · 6 months ago

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Young Shuggy idea where Shanks touches Buggy’s hair for some reason (maybe he was untangling a fishing line from it or something) and realizes it’s super soft and starts trying to come up with new excuses to touch it. Meanwhile Buggy is like ???????????????????? is Shanks trying to kill me?

There is only one truth - and that truth is: Shanks is trying to kill him.

No other explanation makes sense truly, truthfully, and Buggy is not sure where it all went wrong.

That’s a lie. He knows. Can pinpoint the specific moment (location, place and time) where Shanks’ strange behavior manifested and became a dominant action in his (bitterly, but also lovingly) friend’s daily routine.

There was a fishing line and flailing and Shanks laughing and Buggy NOT CRYING because future amazing world renown and flashy pirate captains DO NOT CRY!!!

But there was a fishing line nonetheless and a shiny silver hook managed to wrap itself in Buggy’s hair one early morning and somehow it was completely Shanks’ fault. So it made sense for Shanks to untangle it. Awkward teen hands fumbling with ever-growing blue hair that tumbled and twisted into Buggy’s vision while he cursed and whined and still DID NOT CRY while Shanks took his flashy ass time freeing him of this humiliation.

Luckily it was early enough that the rest of the crew wasn’t paying much attention to the boys as they meandered along their usual chore routes or hangover nap spots. (Or so Buggy hoped because he would never live this down) and Shanks did manage to untangle the hair after some time and a few curses. But he was looking at Buggy strangely afterwards while holding a lock wrapped around his knuckles.Staring at the pale strands with a confused expression that Buggy had feared he’d ripped some of it out and they had to be separated because of course he had to defend his honor and punch Shanks then and there.

But Shanks had changed after that and Buggy was absolutely one hundred percent positive his (best, only, anything but) friend had decided to kill Buggy for some reason.

Shanks had always been touchy but now it was out of control. He’d wrap an arm over Buggy and pull him close enough to nearly smother him almost every chance he got. A hand firmly pressed into Buggy’s head, fingers twisting into long hair. Pratting on innocently about their day or plans or a dream he had while menacingly petting through Buggy’s hair while trying to suffocate Buggy into his shoulder.

He’d make it a point to chastise Buggy on how he was wearing his hats, then without question, run over and push his hands into Buggy’s temples. Pulling whatever hat he wore off and cradling Buggy’s head between his palms, rubbing locks of hair in a threatening manner. (But Buggy was too strong and quick and brave and smart to let Shanks CRUSH HIS SKULL BETWEEN HIS HANDS) and he would escape with a detached head and a swift stomp on Shanks’ ankle.)

Then!! At night!! When they’re trying to sleep - sharing a bunk since they were children because their bed was as big as their Captain’s bed - Shanks would pretend to be asleep and roll over. A hand would swim between the space into Buggy’s hair and twist like he was going to wrap it around his neck and strangle him in his sleep!!!

A truly devious minded brat, Shanks’ bloodlust and sudden handsy violence towards him became a daily distraction and Buggy was starting to become paranoid whenever (his) Shanks would appear. Hands extended and some excuse to grab at Buggy’s scalp quickly pouring out of his mouth before Buggy could defend himself.

Well. There was only one thing to do. Only one action an up and coming pirate king like Buggy could take:

He tattled.

“RAYLEIGH!! SHANKS IS TRYING TO KILL ME!”

“WHAT? NO I’M NOT! BUGS, DON’T SAY THAT!”

“Shanks we've had the personal space talk already can you---ROGER YOU STOP LAUGHING RIGHT NOW! YOU ARE NOT HELPING!"

#oz ficlet #shuggy #ray and roger will try to grt shanks and buggy different rooms and the boys will throw a fit #because buggy understands shanks is trying to kill him but that doesn't mean they're allowed to be separated duh #shuggy fic #ficlet

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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Young Lady

fem reader x Rayleigh

One-shot - 2,054 words

CW: Dubious consent, reader is an assassin, mentions of payment for murder, over-stimulation, forced orgasms, anal fingering, creampie, 18+ only

-:- Table of Consent -:-

Mind the CW warnings on this one loves ♥

You came hard.

All the muscles in your body tensed and you lost control of your limbs. Your fingers and toes bent independent of each other as your brain nearly short circuited from the intense pleasure. Spots scattered across your vision as pleasure dribbled from your mouth and your thighs.

You were going to die this way, you were almost certain of it, and yet the needy shuddering gasps pulling air into your exhausted lungs were begging for more. You’d lost the fight long before now, and you were already losing your mind.

A week ago you had taken on a job, your final job if it went well. You had enough saved up to go along with the pay for this job that you could retire afterward. That had always been the plan.

Just enough murder to never have to do anything else ever again. You didn’t like it. Didn’t like that you were good at it. Didn’t like that the world was messed up enough that you could get paid for it, and that nothing else paid quite as well.

If you had known who your target really was, you never would’ve taken the job in the first place. You had no way to know if the contact had been duped as well, or if you were just being disposed of.

You weren’t ever going to know at this rate.

You roll onto your stomach and try to crawl away, even just an inch, just to be outside of that strong, incessant, endless grip. If only you had a minute, just one, to catch your breath and regain your senses, you’d run. No pay, no revenge, no anything - you’d make what you already had saved away work, someway, somehow.

A firm grip on your ankle causes you to freeze.

“My sweet little guest, you can’t leave yet.” The low voice sinks into your core as his hands practically caress your legs. Calloused, leathery hands that had years of work etched into them, years of piracy. They were immovably gentle, and the pleasure they tickled into your skin as they moved toward your ass was some kind of terrible dark magic.

Strong hands gripped the meat of your ass cheeks, kneading them and ripping pleasure-filled gasps from your mouth.

“N-no… no more, please…” You whimper. You can’t even look over your shoulder at the old man that was manipulating your body like he was your maker. If you met those eyes again you’d lose your mind.

“You’re at least half my age, young lady, and in such an active profession. Certainly you can go a few more rounds.”

You shake your head nearly crying. “I c-can’t, I can’t - please!”

You feel him move between your legs, his long body and hot skin pressing against you before dry, tender lips kissed your back.

“You came to me.” He says, in a deadly calm tone of voice. “To claim what little was left of my life.” He repeats words from the beginning of your evening, when he had first caught you. He’d snatched your wrist out of the air so easily you had known immediately that you were exceptionally out-classed.

This was no old, escaped slave you had been sent to end, it was a man of pure skill. When his name had left his lips your soul had nearly left your body.

“You gave yourself to me. Are you rescinding that offer, young lady?” He questions, his thick, steel-hard cock pressing against your ass, as if to punctuate his point.

You whimper, but after a moment you shake your head, choking back the frustrated and exhausted sob at the edge of your throat. “N-no. I… have no right to- to argue ah-against whatever you d-do to me.”

“Good. Now, don’t move, little assassin. I’m going to give that tight swollen cunt of yours a break.” He says before he spreads your ass open and spits on it.

The cool saliva makes you flinch, but you keep from moving otherwise. You hear him sloppily licking his own fingers before pressing it against the tight ring.

“Relax, I haven’t made anything hurt yet. I don’t plan to start now.” He purrs as his finger pushes into your ass slowly. There’s a slight burn at the stretch, but he pushes in gently and easily.

It goes from stinging a little to just feeling weird. The weirdness doesn’t last long, however and a grunted gasp leaves you as pleasure shoots through you in a new way.

“There it is.” He chuckles, punctuating his point by hitting the spot again, and causing you to squirm and gasp. “You are delightfully sensitive, young lady. Makes me want to drown you in pleasure until you’re begging me to save you.”

His finger pulls back enough to allow him to push a second finger in. There was a momentary sting again, as your anus stretches a little more. The two thick fingers twist and scissor and turn inside of you, brushing against, and often pressing against, strangely pleasurable areas, making your breath catch and shuddering through your bones.

“C-cum… I’m … gonna, don’t want to… please!” You’re grasping at the sheets and trying not to pull yourself away. You tried to get away from him earlier and he made you cum three times in a row and you nearly passed out.

The Dark King’s skills went far beyond whatever he had done as the first-mate to the Pirate King.

“I like it when you cum.” He purrs, looking over you as his fingers work deeper into your ass. “Even more so when you struggle so much to try and avoid it, little assassin.”

“Gonna die!” You gasp, your body already shuddering against the building orgasm. They were starting to become painful, the muscles of your body protesting against the exertion.

“You haven’t cum nearly enough to be worried about that!” He laughs, as he pulls his fingers out. “But I don’t want you cumming on my fingers anymore.”

His hands clamp onto your arms as he presses you into the mattress before the head of his cock pushes against your ass.

“No,” you whimper. He’s too big. You aren’t sure you could take him in your pussy, never mind in your previously untouched ass.

There’s pressure as he pushes against you, but it eases up before it starts to hurt. He shifts, his knees pushing your legs wide, and you feel him rubbing against your sopping wet slit. You’ve cum so many times you wouldn’t be surprised if you were pruny from being so wet for so long.

“By the seas, you’re nearly gushing.” He says in amusement, as though he hadn’t just spent the last two hours becoming intimately familiar with every inch of you.

You feel him lining up with your entrance, before he leans low and whispers in your ear. “This might hurt, young lady.”

In a swift motion he pushes all the way into you. You hadn’t even had time to be nervous about his warning before you were filled impossibly full. You were no stranger to sex, pleasure was a perk of life, and you weren’t shy about it, but all the people you’d shared a bed with before now were all suddenly terribly unsatisfactory.

The stretch was sweet and tinged with pain but there was no blood, no sense of being ripped. He stayed still, buried to his hips inside you. You weren’t sure if he was twitching inside you, or if you were twitching against him, but the fluttering sensation was already causing your legs to twitch and your toes to curl.

The first few movements were slow, calculated, and methodical. You couldn’t hide your twitches and gasps even if it had meant death. It had been the same when the evening had first begun - when he’d plucked the first orgasm from you without even touching you. You were laid bare for this man, and in far more ways than just your lack of clothes.

His grip on your arms tightens, and your joints groan as he pulls you up off the mattress a little. There’s no purchase for you as your legs are spread too wide and your arms are in Rayleigh’s hands. He pushes into you slowly a few times before setting a swift rhythm. You’re being bounced off his hips and you can feel the impact of his thrusts sending shockwaves through your ass.

It feels like how it did when he was kneading your ass, the sensation sending pleasure through you front and back and you can’t squirm, twist or adjust to get away from it. Despite the swift pace he’s still sending jolts of pleasure through your core with every smack of skin against skin. The pleasure’s building in your core so fast, that you can’t even barely whimper for him to stop before the tension snaps and you’re shuddering against him.

Unlike before he doesn’t stop, his pace seeming to be unbothered as pleasure and exhaustion almost cause you to ragdoll in his arms. If anything, the lack of tension in your body pushes him deeper with each smack, whimpered pleas falling from your lips as you’re gasping for air.

You can feel a second – twelfth? – orgasm start to build, but just before you seem ready to drown in it, he pulls out and lets you drop into the mattress. You don’t stay there long before he pulls one of your legs up to his chest, pulling you onto your side. He straddles your other leg as he pushes back inside of you.

With your leg braced against his chest, he kisses along your ankle and calf as he slowly moves inside you. A few minutes of the softer pace and the gentle kisses against your skin give you a chance to catch your breath again. When the focus comes back into your eyes you see him smile.

The smile causes your heart to skip a beat – it’s the first time since the night began, that he looked handsome in your eyes. At first he was a terrifying demon of a man, so far beyond your own skills that you were certain you were looking death in the eyes. After that he seemed a perverted, lonely old creep, desperate for a younger piece of ass.

But it was neither desperation nor need that had caused him to pump pleasure into your body. It was simply a repayment – you had meant to kill him, even if you could have never hoped to do so, and so he took from you what he wanted. He had no interest in taking your life, even if he had a right, pragmatically speaking, but if he had let you go without a cost you wouldn’t have been satisfied.

No, more truthfully, you would’ve come back at some point for personal revenge. To be let off without consequence would have been insulting.

“Seems we’re just about there.” Rayleigh muses. He keeps your leg tight to his chest, using his other hand to tease your clit as he begins to thrust into you again.

The skilled bastard hadn’t touched your clit the whole evening and you scream in surprise and pleasure as his fingers move roughly against the swollen bundle of nerves. Your hands grip his wrist, but you cannot hope to move his hand away as the pleasure nearly breaks you.

You’re sobbing and begging for him to stop, but all he does is push into you faster. When the orgasm crashes into you, your entire body seems to shatter. The air rushes from your lungs as taut, but exhausted muscles, twitch and spasm in his immovable grasp. Spots explode in your vision, and you nearly black out from the intense rush that overwhelms you.

You barely hear the grunt of pleasure fall from the old man’s lips, but you can feel the wet slick fill you up and coat your thigh even before he’s pulled out.

Your body sinks into the mattress. You’re more liquid than bones after so many orgasms, and you couldn’t hope to move, protest, or even beg at this point. Drenched in sweat and cum, you don’t hear what he says to you as your consciousness finally gives out.

You were pretty sure it was “Rest well.”

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cozage · 1 year ago

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 17: The Old Man in the Bar

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Marco must have moved you in the night, because you woke up in the bed, tucked under the covers.

The empty bed.

“Marco?!” You tried to keep the panic out of your voice when you called for him, the fear of being left again overtaking your rationality.

“Good morning to you too,” he groaned. Your body relaxed at his voice, grateful he was still with you.

“When is our meeting with Pops?” you asked, trying to think of how today would play out. It would either result in giving you a chance to save Ace or killing everyone. And their fate was in your hands.

“After breakfast,” Marco said. You heard him sit up, and he let out a soft sigh as he stretched the sleep out of his muscles.

“Let’s go eat, then.” You got out of bed and flipped on the light so you could see his room better.

“Always in a hurry,” he mumbled, but he got up and started getting ready.

He gave you clothes without you having to ask, which you were thankful for. When the two of you were dressed and Jinx was fed, you grabbed breakfast to go and the two of you went to find your father.

When your father noticed you and Marco standing in the doorway, he commanded everyone to leave. You got a few nervous glances towards your shackles, but you ignored them. For Ace, you'd wear a thousand shackles if you had to.

“I’m against you going to Sabaody,” your father started. “For several reasons.”

“I understand.” You kept your voice even, your panic to a minimum. “But you have to understand that we won’t make it to Marineford if we try any other way.”

Your father sighed. “Who is this mechanic? And how do you know him? Why didn’t you and Ace use Blinky like usual the last time you went through?”

“Blinky was sick when we went through,” you explained. “He recommended Shakky’s Rip-off Bar and the mechanic there.”

“Rip-off Bar,” your father laughed. “Quite a name.”

“He does good work.”

“Fine,” he said, and you were shocked by his immediate willingness to let you go. “The two of you go. The shackles stay on, regardless of who gives you funny looks. Be back by tonight.”

“Thank you!” You said, jumping out of your seat and giving him a tight hug. “Thank you.”

“Be quick about it. Before I change my mind.”

You took off before he said another word.

“Are you sure this guy can do this?” Marco loaded the boat, skeptical of your confidence. “We have a lot of ships. It’s a tall order to get that done.”

“I’m not sure.” It wasn’t worth it to hide secrets or exaggerate anymore. “But if anyone can, he can.”

At Sabaody, you went straight for Grove 13. You were desperate to get there. A moment away from him was a moment wasted.

“Shakky!” You called, looking around as you entered the bar.

“Where are we?” Marco whispered. “Y/N, this doesn’t-”

“Hey there pretty girl,” Shakky’s smooth voice cut through the air as she emerged from the back. “Weren’t expecting to see you here so soon again. And with a new guy.” Her eyes moved over to Marco, watching him with calculating precision.

“Is he here?” You asked, trying to peek in the back room. “I have a big job for him, but we’ll pay whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh?” The old man emerged, grinning at you.

“Anything.”

“You must really want that boy back.”

“Please, Rayleigh.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “How many ships?”

“Sixty.”

Rayleigh let out an impressed whistle. “And you want it done in…?”

“Six days.”

Shakky raised her eyebrow, looking at Rayleigh.

“You know what you’re asking, right kid?”

“I’ll do anything, Rayleigh. Please. He’s-“

“I know who he is.” Rayleigh was shaking his head still. “I’ll do it. But I want to know a few things first. And I want that guy out. Go tell your captain to bring his ships to Grove 13. I’ll keep his daughter as insurance.”

Marco glared at you, but you shook your head.

“I’ll answer anything you want, Rayleigh. But I can’t leave Marco’s sight while we’re here. It’s the rule.”

The old man adjusted his glasses and chuckled. “Ah, so that’s why you’ve got those cuffs on. Got in trouble, huh?”

You gave him a sheepish grin. “Maybe a little.”

“We’ll, deal doesn’t fly if I don’t get to talk to you privately. Sorry kid.”

“Rayleigh!”

“Stay here,” Marco gritted his teeth, but he knew this was the only chance to save Ace. “If you leave, Y/N. I swear I will-“

“I won’t leave!” You promised. “Rayleigh wouldn’t let me anyway.”

Marco looked at the old man skeptically, but he nodded. “We have your vivre card. If either of you try to pull anything-“

“You’re wasting time,” Rayleigh said, tapping his foot. “Better hurry.”

Marco looked at you one last time, silently begging you to behave. You gave him a nod in agreement, and then he dashed out the door, leaving you alone with Rayleigh and Shakky.

The moment Marco was gone, you shot a glare at Raleigh. “You never told me you were Silvers Raleigh. The Silvers Raleigh.”

“So?” Rayleigh looked you up and down. “You never told me you were pregnant.”

Your eyes widened, your gaze moving down to your stomach in horror.

“Relax, girl, you aren’t showing. Not obviously, at least.”

Your arms crossed over your stomach self consciously. “Ace is-“

“The father,” Rayleigh finished. “Yes, I assumed so.”

“Did you know?” You asked.

“That he’s Roger’s son? Or that you were pregnant last time you were here?” Rayleigh chuckled. “Either way, I had my suspicions.”

“Is that why you wanted to talk to me privately?” You asked. “To confirm all of that?”

“No,” he said. “It was to do this.”

He grabbed the shackles around your wrists and pushed inward. They clicked open, and the shackles fell to the floor.

“Hey!” You shouted. “I can’t take those off! My dad-“

“Doesn’t want you involved in the battle. But they won’t win unless you’re there. Fighting.” Rayleigh picked up the shackles and handed them back to you. “I hate to say it kid, but you’re a big factor on if they win this or not. I know that ia a lot of pressure to put on you, but something tells me you’re used to it.

“I can’t offer my support during the war that will inevitably happen during Marineford. But I can offer you the ability to make your own choices. And I will coat all of the ships you bring me. As long as you help me do it.”

“Deal.” You clicked the shackles back into place, but you found that you could easily take them off if you knew where to press. Your decisions were finally going to be back in your hands again.

“Then let’s get to work.”

It was hard work. Raleigh snapped the chains off your shackles so you could move easier, but you still kept them on around your wrists in fear of Marco’s return.

You had just finished the fourth batch of coating material when ships began to arrive.

“Y/N!” Your father’s voice boomed across the grove, and you flinched at the rage in his voice.

“You really have pissed him off,” Rayleigh muttered, laughing at your misfortune.

“It’s a long story,” you grumbled.

You could see his giant frame marching toward the bar, Marco leading the way. The first division commander looked nervous. You couldn’t blame him. You hadn’t exactly been the most reliable recently.

You raced out the door and waved to his small approaching army. “Dad! It’s okay! I’m still-”

“I told you to stay with Marco!” He shouted in rage, his anger increasing when he saw the state of your shackles. “I told you to follow-“

You took a step back in fear, but a hand clasped onto your shoulder and steadied you.

Rayleigh stood behind you, waving to your family with his free hand. “Sorry about that, Ed! My fault! Had to catch up with your girl, that’s all!”

Your father stopped mid stride, staring at the man behind you in disbelief.

“Rayleigh?”

The old man smirked. “Long time no see, old man.”

Your father waited a beat, and then burst out into laughter. “You’re the one that can coat the ships?”

Rayleigh smiled deviously and chuckled. “For a price.”

“I’m guessing you’re also the one who broke my daughter’s chains there?”

“She’s been working very hard for me,” Rayleigh said. “Had to make use of some free labor. Couldn’t have her sitting around all day.”

“Ah Rayleigh,” your father wiped a tear from his eye. “It’s good to see you.”

“Don’t get sentimental on me now,” Rayleigh laughed. “We have work to do.”

You never complained. Whenever things felt too hard, you just thought of Ace, sitting in his prison cell. Was he alone, or surrounded by people? Had anyone been to visit him? Surely Garp had. It would be cruel for him not to visit.

You thought of Luffy as well, and wondered where he was in all of it. Did he even know Ace had been captured? He wasn’t good at keeping up with news events, but you hoped someone in his crew would’ve informed him.

“Don’t let your mind wander off,” Rayleigh scolded. “I need you present with me or you’ll mess up a batch.”

Every day you had the same routine. In the morning, you fed Jinx and went with Marco for a checkup. Then you went ashore with Rayleigh, and worked for hours at a time to help coat the boats. The two of you fell into a rhythm, and by the third day you had gotten more than 80% of the boats done.

In the evening, you went over strategy plans. You let your ideas be picked apart by everyone at the table without complaint. Elmy was your biggest critic, but you didn’t let it bother you anymore. If it meant saving Ace, you’d listen to Elmy for the rest of your life.

At night, you fed Jinx again and you all slept together in Marco’s room. You couldn’t bring yourself to sleep in your room without Ace. The bed felt too big, and Marco wouldn’t let you out of his sight overnight anyway.

You ate at some point during the day, meals that Marco had tailored just for you. But you didn’t taste anything. It was all bland and blended together. But you didn’t complain or argue.

You were perfect by everyone’s standards. You always did what you were told. Someone gave you a task and you completed it, and then you waited patiently for the next one.

Everyone was waiting for you to break. They expected you to go off the rails and go rogue. But you kept your composure. Rayleigh had given you one chance to make a move, and you refused to sabotage it.

By the fifth day, you and Rayleigh had finished the boats. On the sixth day, you got ready to depart from Sabaody.

“Are you ready?” He asked when the two of you were alone.

“What if it’s not enough?” You whispered, looking at him with fear in your eyes.

“Did you do the best you could?” he asked. “Will you do the best you can?”

“I did,” you said, looking up at your father’s ship. “I will.”

“That’s all you can do. The rest is up to fate.” Rayleigh grabbed your head and pulled you into his chest. “I hope it is on your side.”

Your bottom lip trembled, and tears threatened to spill out as you hugged him back tightly. “Me too.”

“Regardless,” he said. “It’ll all be over tomorrow. So go. Prepare yourself.”

“Thank you, Rayleigh.” You hesitated. “Can you do one more thing for me?”

“What now?”

You left Jinx with him, with the promise to return with her true master. Jinx didn’t like the idea, but she seemed to understand, and took to Rayleigh quite nicely.

Marco had finished up his nightly check up on you and your child when he let out the sigh you knew all too well. The lecture sigh.

You had been waiting for it. You knew it was coming. He was going to scold you, warn you what would happen if you tried to take part in the battle. He was going to attempt to guilt trip you using every play in the book.

“If you decide to use your ability, your baby-“

“I know what will happen, Marco.” Your voice came out much more snippy and irritated than you had meant, but you had to get your point across.

“It’s not just your life you’ll be risking if you leave the ship tomorrow.” He looked up at you, his eyes full of concern. He knew you too well.

“I won’t leave the ship.” You were careful not to make any promises. “I’ll make any sacrifice necessary.” You methodically put your hand over your stomach, as if you were implying you’d sacrifice anything for your child and their future.

It was just a show for Marco, though. In reality, you’d make any sacrifice necessary for Ace, not this child. But you hadn’t specified that. Whatever inferences Marco was making was up to him.

Did you love this child growing inside you? Of course. And you would do almost anything for it. Almost anything.

Ace, though-you’d sacrifice the world for him. You’d easily sacrifice yourself and this child inside you if it meant he would walk away without being harmed. Loving him was more instinctual than breathing. And you wouldn’t stop fighting until he was free, no matter who was against you.

But Marco couldn’t know that. He had to believe it was your child that you cared most about now. If he knew it was Ace, they’d kick you off the leading ship; they’d kick you off this whole mission.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” You asked. You had to make baby talk to convince Marco that you were genuinely invested in this baby, but part of you was actually curious.

“I hope for your sake it’s a girl.” Marco gave a light chuckle. “Can you imagine another Ace running around here?”

You groaned thinking about the possibility.

“Although another hard head like you won’t be very easy either.” Marco had a playful smile on his face as you shot him a glare, and the two of you burst out laughing.

“I don’t think it’ll be easy regardless, given their heritage.” You smiled down at your stomach, thinking about it. “A family full of troublemakers. I can’t wait to see who they become.”

And a part of you was truly excited to think about your future child and what they would accomplish. But you had to push it from your mind. You had bigger, more imminent things to focus on.

War was just over the horizon. You would see Ace soon. You would save Ace soon, no matter the cost.

You went to bed that night, stomach churning in anticipation. Marco had given you the bed, but you were tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable in any position.

“Marco?” you whispered into the darkness.

“Hm?” Marco hummed back. It was clear he was still just as awake and alert as you were.

“Will we win tomorrow?” you asked. “Will this all be worth it?”

“We’ll win.” He was so confident, you almost believed him.

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hauntingblue · 9 months ago

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Buggy worrying so much about roger....

#kinda love how robins eyes are brown in movies sonce oda wrote one lmao #also post timeskip movies stop it..... let their tiddies alone... it hasnt even been a minute #WHAT IS SANJI WEARING AND WHY AM I SEEING NAMIS GOOCH also ooc nami would never jump on brook like that if luffy is there too....#another episode of what temperature is it there you can never tell with these bitches bc why is robin wearing a sweater #deke HAMBURGER so true franky.... did he go insane what is he talking about #sanji gave zoro sake at the end.... also what is going on #also i was watching the z prequel short but i realized i havent watched the strong world one and i thought well i might as well #nothing important right tho.... TELL ME WHY DOES SHIKI KNOW ROGER FOUND AN APOCALYPTIC WEAPON??? HELLO??#oda said well if i am writing this movie i might as well put a bit of lore in there.... boom roger boom ancient weapon boom #swngoku and garp are so funny here. matching color ties and everything #OH MY GOD. BABY ACE!!!!!!!!! CRYING AGAIN!!!! HE ACTUALLY ENJOYS GARP OMG AKDHSJSNK #kuinas father says as she is born that she won't inherit the dojo.... and yasopp prepares to leave his son. amazing... omg bellemere...#ROBIN!!!!! AND FRANKY!!! omg shakky and rayleigh #also kinda pathetic this guy got taken down so easily.... rip bozo #talking tag #watching one piece #watching one piece movies

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ideas-4-stories · 1 year ago

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Shanks: "Can you help us, Captain?" Roger: "Of Course! Let's see what you guys nee-" *Looking down at Shanks and Buggy's Homework* A few minutes later, with the homework burning Roger: "It won't hurt you ever again."

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Buggy and Shanks going to Rayleigh be like: Rayleigh: "Buggy what's wrong?" Shanks: "Captain destroyed our homework!" Buggy: *Unhappy Clown Noises*

Rip Roger

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 4 months ago

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☠️ Don't Be Bitter, Honey

Don't Be Bitter, Honey: He’s kept you under his thumb with Shakky's help and after your latest attempt to flee, Rayleigh decides he is no longer entertaining your naughty behavior.

Warnings: Dubious/Non Consent, Explicit Language, Explicit Material, Spanking.

To Note: Dark Rayleigh x Female!Reader, Named Honey BC 100% Rayleigh Would Use that Endearment.

Word Count: ~7.8k

Your feet pound against the ground, heartbeat echoing in your ears as you dart through the chaotic maze of Sabaody Park. The air is thick with the mingled scents of sea salt, sweet snacks, and sweat. Brightly colored bubble rides swirl overhead, their passengers blissfully unaware of your desperation.

You duck between crowds, eyes darting around, seeking any path that might lead to freedom. Panic claws at your chest. Nearly crushes your heart inside out! How much time do you have before they find you? You don't know.

"Please excuse me, I'm in a hurry!" you gasp, pushing past a group of tourists who look at you in surprise. Your lungs burn from the exertion; every breath feels like fire. But you can't stop now.

Your thoughts are a chaotic whirl. What should you do? Where can you go? Is there a ship leaving right this moment? Every corner of this park seems to taunt you with memories of past failures—times when Rayleigh's steely gaze would find you within moments, no matter how far you thought you'd gotten. Nothing terrified you more than his passive look of disapproval!

You spot a food stand up ahead and veer towards it. The vendor barely glances at you as he flips a fish on the grill. You slip behind the stand, crouching low, trying to calm your racing heart.

It's been nearly twenty minutes since you slipped from your room above Shakky's Rip-off Bar and bolted, longer than you've ever managed before. It had been an in the moment decision, the only way for you to leave given Rayleigh and Shakky's Haki powers. But the fear of being caught gnaws at you with every second that passes. This is suspiciously too easy.

"Please, please..." You whisper to yourself, clenching your fists so tightly that your nails dig into your palms.

Voices drift over from the other side of the stand—children laughing, parents chattering. It feels like another world, one you're not a part of anymore. Every sound sharpens your paranoia. Footsteps approaching make you hold your breath. Is it Rayleigh? Has he found you again?

"Excuse me! Can I get some more sauce?" a customer calls out to the vendor, who obliges with a friendly nod.

You exhale softly but remain on high alert. This brief respite could end at any moment. Rayleigh’s presence always seems inevitable; his ability to track you down feels almost supernatural. Not supernatural, just Haki.

"Where do I go?" You fret to yourself again, tears threatening to spill over as exhaustion and fear threaten to break your resolve. You haven't been on your own in over two years!

Your eyes catch a sign in the distance: Grove 40. An idea sparks. You push yourself to stand, muscles aching, and slip back into the flow of pedestrians. Keeping your head low, you navigate through the bustling park, each step a desperate prayer.

Grove 40 is quieter, lined with small shops selling trinkets and essentials. Your heart leaps—this might be the sanctuary you need! You spot a dimly lit bookstore, its sign creaking gently in the breeze. Perfect. You make your way over, eyes darting around for any sign of pursuit.

Inside, the scent of old paper and ink fills your nostrils. The store owner, an elderly woman with silver hair and round glasses perched on her nose, glances up from her book.

"Can I help you?" she asks softly, her eyes kind but curious.

"Just browsing," you whisper, slipping between shelves. You find a nook at the back of the store and sink down onto the floor, hidden behind stacks of novels. For a moment, you allow yourself to breathe. Or at least breathe to the best of your ability. It's a struggle to stay calm and you can't even hope to stop the terrible shake in your hands.

Minutes pass in relative silence, but soon the fragile peace is shattered by raised voices outside. Peering through a gap in the books, you see a group of pirates swaggering into the grove. They’re rough-looking men with scars and sneers that spell trouble. Exactly the type of men Rayleigh told you he is protecting you from.

"Did ya see that girl runnin'?" one of them says loudly. "Looked like she was up to no good."

You shrink back further into your hiding spot, but it's too late. One of them spots you through the window.

"Oi! There she is!" he shouts, pointing directly at you.

Panic surges within your veins as they rush into the store. The elderly owner protests as they shove past her.

"No trouble here!" she cries out, but they ignore her.

You scramble to your feet and bolt for the door, but one pirate grabs your arm with an iron grip.

"Let me go!" you scream, twisting in his grasp and thrashing around. Oh, not when you've gotten this far!

"Not so fast," he growls. "What’s your hurry?"

They drag you out of the shop and herd you towards a shadowy alleyway behind Grove 40’s shops. You struggle against their hold, feet kicking at their shins and free hand clawing at their wrist.

"You don’t understand!" you plead desperately. "I need to get away!"

The pirate holding you chuckles darkly. "We know exactly what to do with runaway girls."

Fear turns your blood cold as they pull you deeper into the alley. The grove narrows to their leering faces and your own frantic heartbeat, each beat echoing in your ears like a drum of doom. You can feel the roughness of their hands, the smell of sweat and sea salt overpowering your senses. Desperation claws at your chest, making it hard to breathe, to think.

Suddenly, an invisible force sweeps through the alley like a tidal wave. It's as if the very air has been electrified, charged with a power you can't see but can feel deep within your bones. The pirates' eyes roll back and they collapse around you like marionettes with their strings cut, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds.

You blink in shock as silence descends once more, the sudden stillness almost deafening. Your breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps as you try to process what just happened. Rayleigh's unmistakable presence hangs heavy in the air, though he’s nowhere to be seen. It’s his Haki—you’re sure of it. The sheer force of his willpower has rendered the pirates unconscious, saving you from a fate you dared not imagine. But what about your fate with him.

You collapse to your knees, gasping for air as panic wraps its cold fingers around your throat and winds it's way into your lungs. The world spins, narrowing to the sight of the unconscious pirates sprawled around you. Your chest heaves; each breath feels like you're dragging it through water.

“Calm down, Honey.” Rayleigh’s voice is soft yet commanding. He steps out from the shadows, his presence overwhelming. “What were you thinking?”

You glance up at him, tears welling in your eyes. “I just... I wanted to try.”

Rayleigh kneels beside you, shaking his head with a tut. “You could’ve gotten hurt,” he chides, his tone laced with disappointment. His hand reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with a gentleness that feels almost mocking. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if I hadn’t been here?”

“I—I just wanted to be free,” you whisper, your voice trembling. The words feel hollow even as they leave your lips, as if freedom were a distant dream rather than an attainable goal.

Rayleigh’s expression hardens, his features carved from stone. “Free?” He repeats the word like it’s a foreign concept, something alien and unattainable. “You’re safer with us than out here alone. You don’t understand the dangers that lurk beyond these walls.”

“I’m not a prisoner,” you protest weakly, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

“Of course not,” he says, but his eyes bore into yours, unyielding, as if daring you to contradict him. “But running away will only get you hurt, Honey. You belong with us, where you’re protected.”

Tears spill over, tracing hot paths down your cheeks. Your body trembles as the weight of his words sinks in. The world outside seems to fade, replaced by the cold reality of your confinement, and the hope that had flared briefly within you dims once more.

“Don’t cry,” Rayleigh murmurs, almost tenderly, a deceptive softness in his tone that contrasts sharply with the severity of your situation. Before you can muster any response, his Haki envelops you once more, a suffocating force that bends your will to his. Darkness begins to creep at the edges of your vision, swallowing the room in a murky haze as your body goes limp, powerless against the overwhelming energy.

The last thing you hear is Rayleigh’s voice, tinged with a regret that feels almost sincere, yet heavy with unyielding authority. “It seems you've forgotten what happens when you break the rules,” he says, his words echoing in the fading recesses of your consciousness, a grim reminder of the iron grip he holds over your fate.

You wake up in a dark room, your body feeling sluggish and heavy. Disoriented, you blink against the darkness, trying to make sense of your surroundings. Your last memory is of Rayleigh’s Haki crashing over you like a tidal wave, drowning out consciousness. Now, the air is cold and damp, carrying a faint scent of salt and alcohol.

Your skin tingles with an unfamiliar cleanliness. You shift slightly and realize your old clothes are gone, replaced by a soft, oversized shirt that drapes over your body. Your hair feels clean too, strands slipping easily through your fingers.

"Shakky," you whisper to yourself. She must have washed you while you were out cold. They can't have you touched by others.

Moving your legs, you hear a faint clink. Panic surges through you as you feel an iron cuff around your ankle, chaining you to the floor. You pull at it with your foot first, then bend down and yank at it with your fingers. The metal is cold and unyielding against your skin. No chance of even leaving the room.

"No, no, no," you mutter frantically, pulling harder until the skin around the cuff darkens and aches. Your breaths come in quick gasps as fear claws at your throat.

You glance around but see only shadows and darkness. There are no windows to let in light, no cracks in the walls to offer any hope of escape. Your fingers dig into the cuff again, nails scraping against the metal as you tug with all your might.

"Let me out," you cry out into the void. "Please! I'm sorry!"

But there’s no answer, only the echo of your own voice bouncing back at you from unseen walls. The chain rattles with every desperate movement you make, each sound amplifying your sense of entrapment.

Tears blur your vision as frustration boils over. You slump back against the wall, chest heaving from exertion and fear.

You scoot back against the cold, damp wall, hugging your knees to your chest. The oversized shirt bunches up around you, a flimsy barrier against the chill that seeps into your bones. Soft sobs escape your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks and dripping onto the fabric.

The darkness presses in, amplifying every sound—the clink of the chain, the rustle of your movements, the faint echoes of your whimpers. Your fingers dig into your knees, nails biting into flesh as you try to steady yourself.

"Why did I even try?" you whisper to the empty room, voice breaking. "He’s going to be so mad."

Rayleigh’s face flashes in your mind—those piercing eyes, the stern set of his jaw when he’s disappointed. You can almost hear his voice, laced with that calm authority that makes your stomach twist in knots. There is nothing scarier when he is both calm and disappointed.

“Honey,” he would say, “what were you thinking?”

You sniffle and bury your face in your knees, trying to block out the imagined reprimand. But it’s useless; his presence is like a shadow over you, even when he’s not there.

"I’m sorry," you murmur again, though there’s no one to hear. The words feel hollow in the empty space.

The minutes drag on, each one stretching into eternity as you sit there in the darkness. The dampness of the floor seeps through the shirt, making you shiver. You close your eyes tightly, wishing for some way out of this nightmare.

Your thoughts spiral—what will Rayleigh do? What punishment awaits? The uncertainty gnaws at you like a persistent ache.

The door creaks open with a slow, ominous groan. Light spills into the room, sharp and blinding after hours of darkness. You shield your eyes with a trembling hand as Rayleigh steps inside.

"Well," his voice cuts through the silence like a knife through butter, "look what you've gotten yourself into this time."

You shrink in on yourself as he turns on a light and shuts the door behind him with an air of finality. His figure looms over you, casting long shadows that dance across the walls.

"I'm sorry," you whisper again, barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Rayleigh's gaze pierces through you—those eyes that have seen so much now filled with disappointment and something else... concern? He takes a step closer and crouches down to your level.

"What were you thinking?" His tone is stern but there's an edge of weariness to it.

"I just... I wanted to be free," you manage to choke out between sobs.

Rayleigh sighs deeply and sits back on his heels. "You think running away will solve anything? Do you have any idea what could've happened to you?"

"I didn't mean for that to happen," you reply, voice cracking under the weight of guilt and fear.

"You never do," he says softly but firmly. "But actions have consequences."

He reaches out and gently lifts your chin with his finger so you're forced to meet his stern gaze. "You could’ve been hurt or worse." His eyes search yours for understanding. "I can't always be there to save you, Honey."

You whimper with a nod, your shoulders slumping. Rayleigh’s eyes soften just a fraction, but the sternness remains. He reaches into his pocket and produces a small key. The sound of the lock clicking open echoes through the room as he removes the iron cuff from your ankle. You rub the sore spot where the metal had chafed against your skin, but Rayleigh's gaze keeps you rooted to the floor.

“Stand up,” he orders, his voice steady but not unkind. You hesitate for a moment before rising to your feet, your legs unsteady beneath you. Rayleigh’s hand rests briefly on your arm, guiding you as you wobble. Oh you can feel the disappointed in his touch.

"I really am sorry," you whisper, your hand trembling in his as your fear spikes.

Rayleigh’s grip tightens just slightly, a reminder of his control. “Actions have consequences, Honey” he repeats, his voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You need to understand that.”

He directs you towards the bed in the corner of the room, its frame old but sturdy. You glance back at him, uncertainty and fear warring within you. His expression remains unreadable.

"Bend over," he instructs, nodding towards the bed. Your heart pounds in your chest as you move slowly, each step feeling like it carries the weight of a thousand regrets.

You position yourself over the edge of the bed, hands gripping the rough fabric of the blanket for support. The anticipation is almost unbearable; your breaths come in short gasps as you wait for what comes next.

Rayleigh stands behind you, his presence a looming force that makes every nerve in your body stand on edge. "You need to understand," he says softly, "that I’m doing this because I care about you and I don't want to see you get hurt."

The words are a paradox—a gentle declaration wrapped around an act of punishment. The first strike lands with a sharp crack that reverberates through the room. You squeak in pain and surprise, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily. "Count," Rayleigh commands.

"One," you say through chattering teeth, trying to steady your shaking voice.

"And why won’t you break the rules again?" Rayleigh’s voice remains calm but insistent, each word a reminder of your transgression.

"Because... because it’s dangerous," you manage to say just as another strike lands, sending a fresh wave of pain through your body. Smack. "Two."

"And?"

"I could get hurt or worse," you respond quickly, tears starting to blur your vision as you struggle to keep your composure. Smack. "T-three."

Rayleigh continues methodically, each strike precise and measured. "I want more than that, Honey."

You struggle to find the words between gasps and sobs, your voice trembling. "I... I need to trust you and Shakky," you finally say, hoping it’s the right answer. Smack. You bite down on your lip as pain ripples across flesh. "F-our."

"Keep going." Rayleigh urges.

"I can’t survive on my own," you admit, another wave of pain surging through you with the next strike. Your breath catches in your throat and for a moment nothing leaves your lips.

"Come now, Honey, what did I tell you about counting?" Rayleigh chides. You whimper and force out the next number.

"Five."

"And?"

"I’m safer with you," you cry out, your voice trembling but holding steady through the pain. Smack. "Six."

Rayleigh pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in. "You need to understand why these rules exist. They’re for your protection."

"I understand," you sob desperately, tears now streaming freely down your cheeks. Your backside stings and burns so terribly! "I do."

He nods, satisfied with your answer but not yet finished. Another strike lands, sending a fresh jolt of pain through your body. You twitch and jerk, your fingernails sinking into the sheets like they are knives.

"Seven." Your voice is hoarse now, barely above a whisper, each word a struggle.

"You won’t forget this lesson?" Rayleigh’s tone is firm yet filled with an underlying current of care that makes your chest ache more than the punishment itself.

"No," you assure him quickly, your voice breaking. "I won’t forget."

He delivers one final strike before stepping back, the echo of the impact lingering in the room. "E-eight."

With the spanking done, your backside burns with an intense fire, each stinging strike leaving a lasting imprint. The pain throbs in waves, making it hard to sit still. You sniffle and bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from openly sobbing. Your legs tremble and shake from the pain, making it difficult to stay upright. It's difficult to do anything.

Rayleigh sighs deeply and rubs your back soothingly. His hand moves in slow, circular motions, offering some comfort against the harshness of his punishment.

"If you just behave," he says softly, "I won’t have to do this."

You nod through your tears, your voice barely a whisper. "I understand."

Rayleigh’s touch begins to change, becoming less about comfort and more about control. His fingers slide up your back and then down again, lingering at the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath. The sensation sends a confusing mix of relief and apprehension coursing through you.

He pulls you up gently, turning you to face him. His thumb brushes away the streams of tears, leaving a trail of warmth against your cool skin. His eyes lock onto yours, unyielding yet filled with a complexity of emotions that you can’t fully decipher. You probably won't ever.

"You need to listen," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "If you just listened, Honey, none of this would be necessary."

His hands continue their caresses, moving down to your hips and then sliding around to cup your burning backside. The tenderness of his touch contrasts sharply with the pain still lingering from the spanking. Your breath hitches as his fingers trace the welts left by his strikes.

"Do you understand?" he asks again, his tone softer now but no less insistent.

"Yes," you whisper, feeling a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over.

Rayleigh's expression softens just a bit as he leans closer, his breath warm against your face. "I only punish you because I care deeply for you," he murmurs, each word sinking into the air between you. "It's for your own good."

You tremble against him, still slightly afraid but unable to pull away from eye that command to be seen. He presses his lips to yours in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly grows more insistent. His hands wander over your body, bunching up the oversized shirt you wear until it’s nearly above your waist.

The kiss deepens, and you can only go along with it as Rayleigh’s passion overtakes you. His tongue brushes against yours, coaxing a response that feels both strange and inevitable. Your body reacts despite your inner fears—hands gripping his shoulders for balance as he pulls you closer.

"Respond to me," he whispers against your lips, his voice low and filled with an undeniable command. "Come on, my Honey, show me how sweet you can be."

You nod slightly, trying to match the demands of his kiss despite the confusion and fear still swirling inside you. What if you do something wrong? His hands roam freely now, exploring every bit of exposed skin with a possessive familiarity that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation.

His fingers dig into the small of your back, pulling you flush against him as his mouth claims yours repeatedly. You can feel his need in every touch, every movement—an urgency that makes it clear how much control he holds over you in this moment. Over your entire life.

Rayleigh's lips crush against yours with a demanding urgency, his mouth moving over yours in a way that leaves no room for hesitation. His tongue parts your lips, delving into your mouth with an intensity that makes you gasp. You try to keep up, responding as best as you can, but it's clear who's in control. His tongue tangles with yours, tasting, exploring, claiming.

Your hands grip his shoulders, trying to find some semblance of balance as he deepens the kiss. His hands move with purpose, sliding under the hem of your shirt and pushing it upwards. The fabric bunches around your waist, exposing more and more skin to the cool air and his heated touch.

"Rayleigh," you breathe out his name, your voice tinged with shyness and apprehension. You can feel his need in the way he tugs at the shirt, wanting it gone.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. "You know I'll take care of you," he murmurs, his voice soft. He maneuvers the shirt over your head, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

You clutch an arm to your chest and a hand over your pelvic region, trying to hide from his gaze. The cool air bites at your skin, making you shiver.

Rayleigh chuckles darkly, a sound that sends a rush of conflicting emotions through you. "Honey," he says, his voice low and soothing yet firm. "You know I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to take care of you."

His words are meant to comfort, but they do little to ease the apprehension gnawing at you. You know he's still mad at you. His hands move with gentle insistence as he makes you lower your arms, exposing yourself fully to him.

"Don't hide from me," he whispers against your ear before pressing another kiss to your lips. "I need to see all of you."

You comply reluctantly, feeling the weight of his gaze on every inch of exposed skin. His hands continue their exploration, moving over your breasts and down your sides with possessive familiarity. Each touch is gentle, but terrifying.

Rayleigh’s lips travel from your mouth to your neck, planting heated kisses along the way. You close your eyes and let out a soft moan as he finds a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear.

His hands continue their journey, tracing patterns over your hips and thighs before settling on your waist. He pulls you closer until there's no space left between you, his breath hot against your skin.

"See?" he murmurs against your neck. "I'm here to take care of you."

Rayleigh returns his lips to yours, kissing you deeply, his tongue probing and exploring your mouth with an intensity that leaves you breathless. The taste of him is overwhelming, a mixture of power and command that seeps into every corner of your being. You can barely keep up with his fervor, each stroke of his tongue against yours making your mind whirl and your body tense.

"Just relax, Honey," he murmurs against your lips, his breath warm and tantalizing.

His words barely register as he captures your mouth again, his kiss becoming more insistent. Your fingernails grip his shoulders, trying to retain some sort of control over yourself as he consumes you with each press of his lips. It's near impossible. His tongue dances with yours, coaxing a response that feels both inevitable and terrifying.

While you're caught in the tempest of his kiss, Rayleigh's hand begins its descent down your stomach. His fingers glide over your skin, leaving a trail of sensation that makes your muscles twitch in anticipation. You can feel the heat radiating from his palm as it moves lower, slipping between your legs.

His fingers find their way through the curls at the apex of your thighs, sliding between the soft folds with a deliberate slowness that heightens every nerve ending. The sensation is startling—both electrifying and foreign. You whimper against his mouth, but he swallows the sound with another deep kiss.

"Relax," he rumbles against your lips before plunging his tongue back into your mouth.

You try to comply, but every instinct screams at you to pull away as his fingers explore further. He parts the delicate lips of your cunt, sliding one finger inside with an ease that makes you shudder in uncertainty. The intrusion feels invasive yet somehow delightful, sending conflicting signals through your body.

"See how good it feels?" Rayleigh's voice is low and intimate, each word gliding across your skin. "See how good I can make you feel when you behave, my sweet honey? Don't go bitter on me, stay sweet."

You squirm against him, the sensation of his finger moving inside you both alarming and oddly pleasurable. He adds another finger, stretching you gently but insistently. You can feel every ridge of his skin as he works you open, making you acutely aware of just how vulnerable you are in this moment.

His thumb finds a sensitive spot at the apex of your cunt, rubbing slow circles that make you gasp into his mouth and clench your thighs with a whine. The intensity of the sensation makes your knees weak; you're barely able to stand as Rayleigh's fingers continue their exploration.

"Rayleigh," you whisper nervously against his lips, voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.

"Shh," he soothes softly, pressing another kiss to your lips. "I'm just getting started. Don't want to hurt you, now do I…"

You don't know what he means by that, but agree with the sentiment. You don't want him to hurt you. He adds another finger, stretching you further. The sudden intrusion makes you stiffen against him and let out a noise of pain.

"Ow," you whimper, feeling the burn of the stretch.

Rayleigh shushes you. "If you're going to take me," he says in a low voice filled with promise and command, "I need to prepare you for me."

His words send a fresh wave of apprehension through you as his fingers continue their deliberate movements. Each stroke is purposeful, designed to coax your body into accepting more of him.

Your mind swims with confusion and unfamiliar sensations as Rayleigh’s fingers delve deeper. Each movement stokes a fire inside you that grows with every second, making it hard to think clearly. Your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he continues his relentless exploration.

His thumb never stops its maddening circles over that sensitive spot, drawing sounds from your throat that are completely beyond your control. "What... what are you doing to me?" you manage to gasp out between breaths, your thighs squeezing his wrist and hips twitching almost uncontrollably.

"Just teaching you how good it can feel when you behave," he murmurs against your lips before capturing them in another searing kiss. His fingers curl inside you, finding a spot that makes stars burst behind your closed eyelids. You keen against his lips, nails dragging down his shoulders when your hips buck into his touch. How does he command such actions from your body so easily?

The sensations build rapidly until it feels like something is about to snap inside you. Your muscles tense and then suddenly release as an overwhelming wave crashes over you—your very first orgasm. You cry out against Rayleigh’s mouth, the intensity making your body tremble uncontrollably.

Rayleigh chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he holds you up. "That’s it," he urges warmly, kissing your forehead tenderly while his fingers still move inside you gently, coaxing every last tremor from your spent body.

You go limp in his arms, unable to comprehend what just happened. Every muscle feels like jelly; every thought is scattered by the pleasure rippling and nipping at your limbs.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, causing one final shudder to course through your exhausted form. Your eyelids flutter as you watch Rayleigh bring the fingers that had just been within your body, to his lips.

Your breath hitches as Rayleigh's fingers, slick with your release, brush against his lips. He licks them clean, his eyes never leaving yours, the act both intimate and unsettling. A shudder runs through your already trembling body, the aftermath of your release still echoing in every nerve.

Rayleigh’s gaze is heavy with satisfaction and something deeper, something you can't quite name. He holds you steady, his hands firm but not cruel. "See?" he murmurs, voice low and filled with a possessive pride. "How sweet you are when you let go?"

You nod weakly, no words coming to your tongue. The room feels smaller, the air thicker as you try to process the whirlwind of sensations and emotions.

Rayleigh picks you up, cradling your limp body with ease. His strong arms envelop you, and you can feel the warmth of his skin against your own. He carries you to the bed, each step measured and deliberate, as if he’s savoring the moment. You’re too exhausted and dazed to protest. Is he not mad at and disappointed in you?

He lays you down gently on the soft sheets, and the sensation is both comforting and terrifying. You feel exposed, vulnerable, every nerve still buzzing with residual sensations. Does he plan on punishing you in other ways you aren't aware of? You had gone quite far. Rayleigh’s eyes never leave yours as he begins to undress himself. The sound of fabric rustling fills the room. Oh. Oh no.

His shirt falls away first, revealing a broad chest crisscrossed with old scars. Each mark tells a story, but there’s no time to ponder them as his hands move to his pants. Your heart pounds in your chest, fear surging as he steps out of his pants. The sight of him naked and aroused sends a wave of panic through you.

"Rayleigh," you whisper, voice trembling and eyes glistening with fresh tears. "Please… I'm not ready…"

Rayleigh's eyes soften as he looks down at you, a blend of possessiveness and something almost tender. "I need to show you how much you mean to me and Shakky," he murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble. "What it can be like when you behave."

His lips descend on yours, capturing them in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly grows more insistent. His teeth graze your lower lip, nipping lightly before his tongue delves into your mouth again. Each touch, each movement is a command that you find impossible to resist. His hand travels up your stomach, the calloused pads of his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His thumb brushes against the curve of your breast, circling the sensitive peak with deliberate slowness.

"Rayleigh," you whisper against his lips, but he silences you with another kiss, deeper this time, more demanding.

"Just feel," he murmurs between kisses. "Let me show you."

His hand moves lower, pushing your thighs apart with a firm yet gentle insistence. You can feel the weight of his gaze as he positions himself between your legs, his hips pressing against yours. The hardness of his erection meets the softness of your engorged cunt, the contact sending a shockwave through your already overstimulated body.

You whimper at the sensation, instinctively trying to roll away from the overwhelming intensity. But Rayleigh effortlessly keeps you beneath him, his strength undeniable. His hand slides up to cup your face, thumb brushing away a tear that escapes.

"Stay with me," he whispers, his voice a blend of command and reassurance. "I'm here."

He presses forward, his cock rubbing against your wet folds with agonizing slowness. The friction is both torturous and electrifying, making your hips buck involuntarily against him.

"Please," you manage to gasp out, not even sure what you're pleading for anymore.

Rayleigh's lips curve into a small smile as he leans down to capture your mouth again. "Shh," he soothes between kisses. "Just feel, Honey."

You try to comply, focusing on the sensations he's drawing from you. His cock slides along your slit with deliberate slowness, teasing and testing your limits. Each movement stokes the fire inside you higher until it feels like you're about to combust.

Rayleigh's free hand roams over your body, exploring every curve and dip with an intimate familiarity that makes you shudder. His touch is both possessive and tender as if he's claiming every part of you while simultaneously cherishing it.

"See how good it can be?" he murmurs against your lips before kissing you deeply once more.

Your body responds despite the fear still lurking in the back of your mind. Each touch sends another wave of sensation coursing through you until it's all you can do to cling to him and ride out the storm he's creating within you.

Rayleigh's hips press harder against yours, his cock sliding against your wetness with increasing pressure. The sensation builds rapidly until it feels like something is about to snap inside you once more.

The pleasure you're feeling and moaning from is broken the moment Rayleigh begins to push his thick, erect cock into your body. The sensation shifts from heated arousal to sharp pain as his cock pushes through your clenching tight walls. Your breath catches in your throat, and a high-pitched whine escapes your lips. You gasp for oxygen, your chest heaving as your body struggles to adjust.

Rayleigh's eyes lock onto yours, his expression one of intense focus and control. "Breathe, Honey," he murmurs softly, his voice a gentle coax in the storm of sensations overwhelming you. His hand cups your cheek tenderly, thumb brushing against your skin in a gesture that feels almost loving.

You whimper again as he pushes further inside, every inch of him forcing you to stretch around his girth. The pain is sharp and unrelenting, making you squirm beneath him in an instinctive attempt to escape the discomfort. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his flesh as if seeking something solid to hold onto.

"Relax," Rayleigh whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. "You can take me. I know you can."

His words are meant to comfort, but they do little to ease the burning stretch within you. You try to focus on his voice, on the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. Each word is a command that you struggle to obey despite the pain coursing through your body.

"Rayleigh," you manage to gasp out between ragged breaths. "It hurts..."

"I know," he murmurs softly, kissing the corner of your mouth. "But it will get better. Just breathe for me, my sweet Honey."

You nod weakly, trying to follow his instructions even as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. The sensation of him inside you is overwhelming—both agonizing and oddly exhilarating in its intensity.

Rayleigh continues to press forward with deliberate slowness, allowing your body time to adjust to each new inch of him. His free hand moves down to your hip, holding you steady as he sinks deeper into you.

"Breathe," he repeats gently against your lips before capturing them in another kiss.

You try to focus on the kiss instead of the pain, letting his lips distract you from the burning stretch inside. Each movement feels like an eternity as Rayleigh gradually fills you completely.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he's fully seated within you. The sensation is almost unbearable—the fullness combined with the lingering pain making it hard to think clearly.

Rayleigh pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression a mixture of pride and satisfaction. "See?" he murmurs softly. "I told you-you could do it."

Your eyes brim with tears, the sting between your legs not growing or lessening. Just persistent. His hips press against yours, and the sensation is a confusing blend of pain and fullness that makes your breath hitch. Each heartbeat sends a pulse of discomfort through you, but Rayleigh's gaze holds you captive, demanding your focus.

"How does it feel?" he asks, his voice low and almost tender.

You hesitate, biting your lower lip as you search for the right words. The truth teeters on the edge of your tongue, and you know he expects nothing less than honesty. "It... it hurts," you whisper finally, your voice trembling.

Rayleigh's hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "Good girl for telling me," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "It'll feel much better soon."

He begins to move slowly, his pelvis rubbing against yours in a way that makes you tremble and whimper. The friction of his skin against yours is both raw and intimate, each movement sending conflicting signals through your body. The sensation of his pubic hair brushing against your sensitive flesh adds another layer to the overwhelming experience.

You can feel every inch of him as he withdraws slightly before pushing back in, the deliberate slowness meant to ease the discomfort. But the pressure is unrelenting, making you gasp with each movement. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, seeking something solid in the whirlwind of sensations.

"Stay with me," Rayleigh whispers again, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.

You nod weakly, trying to focus on his voice and the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. Each word is an anchor in the storm of sensations threatening to pull you under.

As he continues to move within you, the pain begins to ebb slightly, replaced by a strange warmth that spreads through your core. It's still overwhelming, but there's an odd sense of rightness in it—a feeling that you're exactly where you're meant to be.

Rayleigh's hand moves down to grip your hip again, holding you steady as he increases the pace slightly. Each thrust sends a ripple through your body, making you gasp and cling to him even tighter.

"See?" he murmurs softly against your lips. "I told you it would get better."

You manage a small nod, still overwhelmed but starting to adjust to the sensations coursing through you. His words are both a promise and a command that you find impossible to resist.

Rayleigh's movements become more fluid as he continues to guide you through the experience. The pain gradually fades into the background, replaced by a growing rush of pleasure that leaves you breathless.

Each thrust brings with it a wave of sensation that makes your toes curl and your fingers dig into his shoulders. The fullness inside you is no longer just pain—it's something more complex and exhilarating.

Rayleigh's eyes never leave yours as he continues to move within you, his gaze filled with pride and satisfaction at how well you're taking him. His hand moves up to cup your cheek again, thumb brushing against your skin in a gesture that's almost tender.

His hips press harder against yours as he thrusts deeply inside you, each movement drawing another gasp from your lips. The pleasure builds rapidly, an insistent tide that threatens to sweep you away. You begin to lose control over your sounds, pleasure pouring from your lips in breathless moans and whispered pleas.

"Rayleigh... please," you huff out, breathless and hardly able to think straight.

His fingers dig into your hair, pulling your head back slightly as he captures your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explores yours with deliberate intensity, each movement designed to heighten the sensations coursing through your body. You can taste the whiskey he last drank.

You feel his other hand slide down to grasp your thigh, pulling it up against his hip. The new angle opens you further to him, allowing him to thrust even deeper inside you. A deep moan emerges from your throat. The sensation is overwhelming—each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating from your core.

"That's it, my sweet," Rayleigh urges against your lips between kisses. "Let yourself feel it all."

Your body clenches and ripples around his cock, responding instinctively to his command. Every nerve seems attuned to him now—the heat of his skin against yours, the roughness of his touch, the intensity of his gaze.

The rhythm between you intensifies; each thrust deeper than before until it feels like he's reaching parts of you no one ever has. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as waves of pleasure crash over you relentlessly.

Your nails dig into Rayleigh's shoulders, one of your hands sliding into his hair. The strands are coarse between your fingers as you grip tightly, desperate for something to hold onto amidst the torrent of sensations.

"It's too much," you manage to gasp out, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. Your hands push subtly at his body in a futile attempt to create some distance.

Rayleigh's response is a low chuckle that vibrates through your chest. "I know you can take it," he murmurs against your lips before capturing them in another demanding kiss.

His hips drive harder against yours, each thrust more powerful than the last. The pressure builds rapidly until it feels like you're on the brink of breaking apart entirely. Your body convulses around him as another orgasm crashes over you, a scream tearing from your throat as you writhe beneath him.

Rayleigh watches you with a mix of pride and satisfaction as you lie limp and dazed beneath him. He leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth gently, his breath warm against your skin. "Good girl," he whispers softly.

His cock pulses and throbs within your trembling body, and he shifts slightly to look into your eyes. "Do you want me to fill you up with my seed?" he asks, voice low and intense.

You whimper and shake your head weakly, still reeling from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you.

Rayleigh's gaze darkens slightly as he persists. "Are you sure? It would feel so good... both for me and for you."

Your response is a shaky whimper as you try to form words amidst the haze of sensations clouding your mind. "Please... no..."

Rayleigh chuckles again, a sound that sends fear coursing through your veins. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks softly but firmly. "You've already taken your punishment, Honey," he murmurs. "But you still need to realize that you're mine."

You weakly push at his chest, but his strength is unyielding. His hands grip your hips firmly as he thrusts into you again, each movement drawing another gasp from your lips. The sensation is overwhelming—each stroke sending waves of pleasure mingled with pain through your body.

Rayleigh's breath is hot against your skin as he continues to move within you, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "You belong to me," he whispers between thrusts. "Every part of you."

Your body responds instinctively to his words, clenching around him as another surge of pleasure courses through you. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, seeking something solid amidst the storm of sensations.

Rayleigh's movements become more urgent, each thrust deeper and more powerful than the last. The pressure builds rapidly until it feels like you're about to break apart entirely. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as waves of pleasure crash over you relentlessly.

With a final powerful thrust, Rayleigh shudders above you, his cock pulsing deeply within your cunt. You feel the hot rush of his seed filling you completely, the sensation both shocking and strangely satisfying. His grip on your hips tightens as he holds himself deep inside you, ensuring that every drop is buried within.

Rayleigh nuzzles your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. "Such a good girl," he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So sweet and responsive, and all you have to do is be sweet, Honey."

A whimper escapes your lips as the realization settles in—you’re never going to escape. His control over you is absolute; every whispered word and possessive touch binds you tighter to him.

Rayleigh shifts to lay on his side, keeping you pressed up against his body. His cock remains buried deep inside you, the fullness still overwhelming despite the rawness from losing your virginity. Each slight movement sends jolts through your sensitive flesh—pleasure mingling with pain in an almost unbearable mix.

"Rayleigh," you murmur weakly, feeling his seed drip from your body with every pulse of your cunt. The sensation is humiliating yet oddly comforting in its intimacy.

"Shh," he soothes again, stroking your hair with gentle fingers. "You took your punishment well, my sweet Honey."

Your body twitches involuntarily against him, the aftershocks of pleasure making you whine softly. The ache between your legs is a constant reminder of how thoroughly he’s claimed you—how there’s no going back now.

Rayleigh’s hand continues to caress your hair, his touch almost tender despite the possessiveness in his actions. "Rest now," he murmurs into your ear. "You’ve earned it after the day you've had."

His words wash over you like a command, not tainted by Haki but just Rayleigh. Exhaustion tugs at your consciousness; every muscle feels heavy as if weighed down by the enormity of the truth. You are never going to escape.

Date Published: 9/25/24

Last Edit: 9/25/24

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