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Raffle Prize: [ns.fw] constellations w/ Shanks, Mihawk & afab!reader

a/n: 1st raffle prize for @harudnae ♡ i'm sorry that writing this took me forever but i hope i did your prompt justice, hehe. also i can't believe i finished this on your birthday without knowing it is today, like what are the odds?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again! Nae asked for a scenario where reader is a Red Hair pirate head over heels in love with Shanks, paying Mihawk a visit so Shanks can introduce his lovers to each other. What happens from there? Steamy kisses and unhinged lust, and a whole lot more...

contains: ns.fw. under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, "cunt" and "pussy" to describe genitalia), established (poly) relationship, fingering, dirty talk, oral (reader giving & receiving), masturbation (+ being watched), cockwarming, vaginal penetration, breath play, threesome, marking (as in lovebites and such, not in a possessive way), some spanking, slight anal play, cream pies (no mention of pregnancy), if i missed anything please lmk!

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“Hey, come back to bed…”

Shanks’ morning voice is low and raspy, and if that wasn’t enough to make you weak in the knees, the way he stretches out in bed like a big cat certainly does. The rumpled blanket revealed more of his toned body than it covered up, and even in the dim morning light you could clearly tell that his eyes lingered on you, a gaze so intense you can’t help but obey his words. The mattress dips when you sit down to brush some red strands of hair out of his face; all before Shanks takes your hand and kisses the palm of it, continuing to trail kisses up your arm until you fall over with a giggle and lay down across his broad chest.

“Good morning…”, you mumble in the crook of his neck, then prop yourself up so you can reach his lips, his beard stubbles scratching over your skin. Shanks hums in response and pulls you even closer until you’re straddling him and only a thin sheet of linen is between you. You roll your hips a little and his hand squeezes your thigh, his thumb rubbing the inside of it, cheekily wandering up towards your core. The motion makes you shiver slightly and you rest your palms on the sides of his waist, looking down at him with a smirk. It was a delicious sight underneath you, from the messy hair to the heaving chest, his breaths deep and slow.

You sigh and close your eyes when his thumb brushes over your panties, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. Even barely awake he has this alluring charm, one that makes it impossible to resist when he teases you like that; leaving you hopeless and weak for his touch, your whole body leaning into it. Shanks pulls your panties aside and lets his fingers run between your folds, smirking from the way you buck your hips against him, desperate for more friction.

“So early in the morning and so wet already… can’t wait for tonight, hm?” – “Mhm… I was picking out what to wear before you lured me back to bed with you. It’s not like–”

Shanks slides two fingers inside of you and curls them up, hitting your sweet spot, and you swallow the rest of your sentence with a moan. He knows your body inside out, knowing exactly how to spark that fire inside of you. Your fingers dig deep in his flesh, desperate for something to hold onto while he glides in and out of you, his thumb still playing with your clit.

“Mmhmm… more, please…”, you mewl and this time it’s Shanks who obeys, adding a third finger and a fourth shortly afterwards, until the slick noises of your arousal fill the cabin. Your juices run down his wrist and it doesn’t take long until you feel that knot in your core tightening, edging on your high under the loving gaze of your captain. His lips are curled into a roguish smile as your walls twitch around his fingers.

“Cum for me, beautiful…”

You let out one desperate sob as your orgasm crushes over you, leaving you shaking and whimpering as you cum on top of him. Needy mewls leave Shanks unimpressed when he pulls out his fingers, making you clench around nothing, yet he is quick to wrap an arm around you when you slump down, exhausted from the unexpected morning exercise. With your cunt still throbbing you let him lay you down on the mattress next to him, your back pressed against his torso in a spooning position. You love feeling him this close, your bodies curving into each other effortlessly as if they were sculptured for each other.

Your heart is still hammering in your chest, only slowing down once Shanks kisses the side of your neck and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. His throbbing cock rubs deliciously against your cunt but the more you whine and beg him to fill you up, the tighter he wraps his arm around you, holding you in place with no room to wiggle out of his grip.

“Shh… stop squirming, love. I’ll fill you up to the brim, just relax, sweet thing…”

His kisses taste like honey, and once your body lets go of all the tension it holds, you melt deeper into his embrace. Shanks smiles against your lips and reaches for his cock, rubbing the tip against your slick folds, making you sigh wistfully. Only when he lines himself up at your entrance and grabs you by your hips to push you down onto him, sinking his teeth playfully in your shoulder, you let out an airy laugh. Nothing felt better than being full of him, feeling him this close, an intimacy only two lovers who know each other inside out can hold.

Shanks doesn’t move, just holds you in place while your walls clench around his length. He groans against your earshell, arm wrapped tight around you, enjoying the warmth of your cunt, lifting his morning spirit more than anything. Today was a big day and there was no better start to this than having his cock warmed by his lover while all sails were set to meet his other partner, one that chooses solitude over anything but agreed to a meeting when Shanks suggested it.

Once your heart rate slows down, Shanks starts to roll his hips lazily, fucking you deep and slow as he whispers sweet praise in your ear that make you melt. He cums with a soft groan, buried deep inside of you while he still holds you in place, not ready to give up the heat of your twitching core yet. Only when you push his hand further down between your thighs, showing him how you want him to touch you, he smirks and for once does as you wish without any further teasing; enjoying how you mewl and cum once more with your whole body trembling before you relax in his embrace again. He kisses the back of your neck and you can feel him smiling against your skin.

“A hot bath and breakfast afterwards?” You nod and hold still when he pulls out, his warm load running down the curve of your ass. Just when you were about to get cozy in the sheets again, your body fully relaxed, Shanks gets up and throws you over his shoulder with ease, carrying you to the bathroom under your huffed out protests and laughter, calming down once you sink into the bubble bath with your long-time partner.

“You’re not nervous about tonight, aren’t you?” Shanks kisses your shoulders in response to your question before he rests his chin on them, his beard stubbles scratching over your skin when he speaks. “Not at all. My lovers, meeting? I’ve been looking forward to this. Mihawk does, too. He’s been getting frustrated with me when I couldn’t tell him what your favorite brand of red wine is. Apparently ‘old and delicious, like you and me’ wasn’t a satisfying answer. I bet he’ll give you a tour through the wine cellar so you can pick out one yourself.”

He laughs and you join him, resting your head against his broad chest as you sink deeper into the warm water. Shanks always knew how to wipe away your doubts before they could arise, his carefree nature rubbing off on you. You are really excited about tonight, always have been ever since Shanks proposed the idea to you. So far you’ve only known Mihawk from his bounty poster and the stories Shanks told you; you know the two go way back and have always been in each other’s lives. That’s something you always admired, the bond and the trust those two have, a love that will without doubt last a lifetime.

Back then when you joined the crew you wouldn’t have expected to fall for your captain, but it was inevitable from the moment he called out your name for the first time, drawing you to him like a moth to the light. Shanks had so much love to give and you devoured it, offering him your heart that he took so willingly. Tonight will be the first time you meet his other partner, and your heart couldn’t flutter any faster in your chest from the thought of it. Only a few more hours until your curiosity will be satisfied…

“Well, someone is taking the goth theme very seriously…”

Shanks laughs and takes your hand as you make your way towards the big castle. You arrived at Kuraigana Island a few minutes prior and now that you are here, you feel a lot calmer. Sure, the island seemed gloomy at first sight, but then you noticed the flowers blooming everywhere, big dark blossoms that smelled heavenly. It was obvious that someone took care of this island and made it a home. You squeeze Shanks’ hand a little and he does the same in return, reassuring you that everything’s fine. From the way he grins as you walk up the stairs to the front door you can tell that he is overjoyed and you feel happy for him.

Just when you’re about to knock, the massive door creaks open. You hold your breath when a dark silhouette appears in the doorframe, a pair of golden eyes flashing before he takes a step forward into the light. An open white shirt with a ruffled neck, revealing more than it hides, long legs in tight black pants and heavy boots. Dark hair and beard framing his sharp features. And those hands…

Mihawk’s presence makes your whole body tingle.

You let go of Shanks’ hand so he can greet his lover, but Mihawk’s attention is all yours as he takes you in with those intense eyes. You can’t look away, mesmerized by him, and you hold your breath when he turns towards you, reaching for your hand to place a kiss on the back of it. Your skin is on fire where his lips touched you and you try to remember your own name while he still holds your hand in his, giving you a faint smile.

“Finally we meet.”

His voice. Fuck.

“Thanks for having us. I’ve been looking forward to this…”, you stammer while your whole body feels electrified. Shanks laughs when he notices the excitement in your eyes and how you try to maintain eye contact when all you want is to glance at those glossy lips and the torso that looks like it’s made from marble. He smells great, too, making you feel dizzy. Before you can embarrass yourself, Shanks tilts Mihawk’s head to the side, stealing that long-awaited kiss from his lips and giving you a moment to breathe… if only the sight of the two men in love wouldn’t set your insides on fire.

Following him inside, Mihawk guides you through long dimly lit hallways to the living room (after a small detour to the wine cellar, as predicted). To your surprise the room is warm and welcoming with the sound of wood crackling in the lit fireplace and its heavy carpets and massive wooden furniture. A bouquet of the same flowers you saw on your way here is in a vase on the table, a stack of books next to it – some cheesy romance novels that look as if Mihawk posed for the cover himself. You sink down on the sofa next to Shanks, his hand resting on your thigh, while Mihawk opens a bottle of wine. The two men chat, catching up on things with some little banter in between, Shanks always teasing a little while Mihawk is very unfazed by it, only shutting him up with a kiss once the red head’s tongue gets too cheeky.

You can’t help but stare, captivated by the way they touch each other, small gestures but yet so warm. Shanks’ face is cradled in Mihawk’s hand as his thumb traces his cheek bone, long eyelashes fluttering moments before their lips touch, the stolen glances over to you, smirking, inviting you to scoot closer. Shanks hums softly when he turns his head, his dark eyes seeking your gaze before he kisses you. You can still taste Mihawk on his lips and you demand more, leaning in closer, your heart beating fast. Without having a single sip of wine you feel drunk somehow.

The sofa dips when Mihawk sits down next to you, his sharp eyes taking you in with curiosity, a smile dancing upon his lips. It was a big couch and yet the three of you sit so close together that everyone’s body is touching the other. Shanks still has his hand on your thigh, Mihawk’s resting on top of it. Shanks’ body is leaning towards you which allows you to rest your back slightly against his chest, while Mihawk sits with his long legs crossed, leaning towards you both, your shoulders touching every time one of you gestures while talking or reaching for the wine. It feels natural, as if you’ve been hanging out together like that since forever. The wine loosens your tongues and your talks get more intimate, with Shanks and Mihawk spilling dirty secrets about each other that make heat rise into your cheeks. You feel very safe and cared for in the presence of both men, both making sure to ask you some questions about yourself and refilling your wine glass whenever it’s almost empty.

“Nature calls.” Shanks kisses your cheek, then leans over to kiss Mihawk’s as well before he gets up and excuses himself, winking at you and grinning wide before he’s out the door, leaving you alone with the swordsman. For a few moments there’s silence, the comfortable kind you can have with someone whose soul touched yours. His hand hasn’t moved, still lingering on your thigh and you wonder if he can feel the heat that’s buzzing through your veins.

“So putting up with a menace like him daily… how’s that? I invite him over once in a blue moon and even though I love him dearly, he can be a lot.”

Mihawk runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up a little and you wish that was you. He offers you a lopsided smile, that cold exterior of his crumbling a little. You run your fingertips over his bare lower arm, heart beating fast when he squeezes your thigh a little.

“Well, it helps that he’s really sexy”, you deadpan and break into a grin a heartbeat later. “And he’s skilled with that loose tongue. Really making up for that missing arm.”

“Oh, I know that…” Mihawk laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound, making every fiber of your body tingle. Knowing your metamour is relaxed and comfortable in your presence feels like a gift, and that hand resting on your thigh has you wishing he’d let it wander up further…

You scoot a little closer. So does Mihawk.

It only takes one glance at his mouth and he knows; tilting your head to the side before he leans down to steal a kiss from your lips. Soft, gentle. In no rush. You sigh when he pulls away slightly, enough to seek your gaze through long lashes. Those golden eyes see right through you, they mesmerize you and you wonder how it would feel to have them watch you as you get on your knees and open your mouth so willingly for not one but two men, guided by their hands and the aching desire in your core.

With a hand in Mihawk’s neck you pull him back onto your lips again, moaning softly when his tongue slips between them. Your head is spinning and for a second the thought if you should really be doing this crosses your mind; then you remember the mischievous twinkle in Shanks’ eyes and how he’s been gone for much longer than he needed to, probably sitting in the kitchen and having a bottle of booze by himself while he’s chuckling to himself how things are going just as planned. Mihawk seems to have the exact same thoughts as you because you both start laughing when the realization hits you.

“That idiot. If I find out later that he ate the whole block of cheese I got from the farmer’s market all by himself, I’m giving him the spanking of his life.” “Doesn’t sound too bad though…” Mihawk raises a curious eyebrow and traces the shape of your lips with his thumb, smirking when you part them for him so willingly. “Show me what else you like.”

You bite his thumb gently until he slides two more fingers inside your mouth and your tongue starts twirling around them, showing him how good you can suck; then you take his hand and guide it further down your throat. He doesn’t choke you yet, but you still shiver in excitement from the feeling of his big hand wrapped around your neck alone, all while his other hand on your thigh starts reaching new heights, now being dangerously close to the damp spot in your pants.

“Forgive me if I’m moving too fast, it’s just…” Mihawk leans down to kiss you again. “I could get drunk on those lips of yours. Sweeter than wine…”

A heartbeat later and you’re lying flat on your back, Mihawk pinning you down while you have your legs wrapped around his hips, his throbbing erection pressing so deliciously against your core. You don’t hold back your moans anymore, mewling and whining underneath him as he kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of his marks. His breath is hot and heavy on your skin and makes you blank, pure lust taking over. You hear yourself crying out for Shanks but it’s like a faint echo, blood rushing through your veins, tingling with desire. The last button holding Mihawk’s shirt together flies off and white linen falls to the floor with a soft thud, followed by your shirt. His skin on yours feels like a wildfire and you’re melting into his touch, arching your back for him.

“My, my… you guys started without me. Guess you couldn’t wait any longer…”

A hand reaches for yours and through your hazy vision you make out Shanks’ silhouette, crouching down next to the couch, watching you with a big smirk. You tilt your head to kiss his fingertips before he leans over to steal a kiss from your lips and Mihawk’s after that, a thin thread of drool connecting them as he pulls back.

“Want to show Mihawk how good you are, sweet thing?” Shanks’ mischievous eyes linger on you. You look up to the swordsman and nod; his gaze softening before he trails kisses down your neck again, mumbling his gratitude against your skin. While you untangle each other Shanks gets on the couch with you, sitting down with his legs spread so you can sit between them, your back leaning against his chest. He kisses the top of your head and your shoulders softly while Mihawk helps you out of your pants. You can feel Shanks cock pressing against your lower back and bite your lip when Mihawk leans back at the opposite end of the sofa, the throbbing bulge in his pants on full display.

“Touch yourself.”

You do as Mihawk says. Rubbing over the drenched fabric in slow circles, trembling from the two pairs of eyes lingering on you. Shanks is breathing heavily against your ear shell, his arm wrapped tight around you. You have your legs hooked over his, spread wide open for Mihawk whose eyes don’t move away from you, taking in all of your movements. You slide your hand in your panties and dip into your wetness, fingering yourself, wishing it was one of their cocks filling you up. You wonder if you could take them both and feel your core twitching from the thought of it.

"That's good. Let's see the rest, hm?" Shanks’ voice is low and raspy and you obey, dropping down your panties and revealing the dripping mess you made of yourself. Only when you want to settle back in your position, Shanks pulls down his pants just enough to free his throbbing cock, precum leaking from the tip. He sinks you down onto him in one go and you gasp from the sensation of it, your walls clenching around him. He doesn’t move, only holds you firmly in place as you tremble in his embrace. Someone can’t get enough of cockwarming.

Now Mihawk is the one to move, getting up from his end of the couch to settle down between your spread legs, his face only a few inches away from your cunt that’s currently stuffed to the fullest. Your quiet whimpers don’t go by unnoticed.

“Look how good you take him. You want to cum so desperately, don’t you, darling?”

You nod, tears twinkling in the corner of your eyes as you look down at Mihawk, trying to buck your hips but being held back by Shanks’ grasp around you. He chuckles softly and still doesn’t move, just enjoying the feeling of your insides fluttering around his cock. Mihawk’s hands rest on the insides of your thighs, fingers digging deep into your flesh before he finally goes down on you.

Restrained by the ridiculous strength of both men there’s not much you can do except moaning your heart out while you cream around Shank’s cock as Mihawk caresses your puffy clit with his tongue. Fuck, he’s good. He is gentle, observing the way you squirm to see what movement of his tongue you enjoy the most. Your eyes go crisscrossed from the intensity of it, and it doesn’t take long until you beg them both to cum, pleading eyes seeking theirs while they exchange a look, no words needed between them.

“Then cum for us, sweet thing…”

The low voice, dripping like honey, is enough to push you over the edge; that knot inside of you finally snapping as waves of pleasure crash over you, making your whole body shiver. You cry and laugh at the same time, emotions bubbling up and fading again in the rhythm of your heart beating, feeling grateful for this experience in the safety of their presence. Shanks pulls out slowly and whispers sweet praise in your ear, kissing away the tears in the corner of your eyes. You mewl as your cunt clenches around nothing and just when you want to reach for Mihawk’s face, wanting to pull him up to your lips, you notice that his mouth is already busy again, taking Shanks down his throat.

You watch him through your spread legs while Shanks still holds you in place, your juices running down the insides of your thighs. Mihawk licks them up greedily before he swallows his partner’s cock again. Shanks groans, his whole chest vibrating as he hugs you tighter, almost as if he needs something to hold onto while Mihawk wrecks his whole body with pleasure. You can tell that he’s close to cumming from the way his breath stumbles, stuttering out both of your names; meanwhile your fingers are tangled in Mihawk’s hair, gently guiding him up and down on your lover’s cock, watching as his lips wrap around it, golden glimpses peeking up to in between.

“Gonna cum… gonna… hng…”

Not a single drop of Shanks’ thick load is wasted as Mihawk makes sure to swallow all of it, licking up every bit before he comes up to your face, leaning in for a kiss to give you a good taste of it.

“I wanna taste you, too…”, you sigh and cradle his face, fingers tracing the sharp beard of his as you lick your captain’s cum off his lips. Shanks is breathing heavily as he comes down from his high, his hand still resting on your lower stomach, brushing that soft bush of yours. Just when you want to shift in your position, a pair of fingers run up and down your folds, coating them in your juices, making you tremble. You seek Mihawk’s gaze, drowning in lust as you arch your back, seeking more friction before two of his fingers glide inside of you, fucking you slowly.

“Oh, fuck…” Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you know you wouldn’t last long from the way he curls up his fingers, rubbing that one sweet spot inside that has you seeing stars. You mewl and cry, your head resting against Shanks’ chest who chuckles softly, ecstatic seeing his lovers getting along so well. Mihawk adds a third finger and ghosts his thumb around your clit, not touching it directly but enough to have you begging for his cock, knowing fingers alone won’t leave you satisfied.

“Think you can take me, love? Look at you, your pretty little cunt sucking me in like that… Want me to fuck you so badly, hm? Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up…” Mihawk’s intense eyes pierce right through you and have that knot in your core tightening again, your walls fluttering around his fingers. You can barely form any words, just nod weakly as you’re folded between the two men. “Shit, Hawkeyes, you make me wanna get on my knees, too”, Shanks coos, then kisses the side of your neck before he whispers into your ear. “We can stop anytime if it gets too much, okay?” You nod again and whine when Mihawk pulls out his fingers, only to unzip his leather pants to finally free his throbbing cock. Your eyes follow the happy trail leading towards dark trimmed hair, framing his length so perfectly. How he could hold himself back the whole time while he made both you and Shanks cum with such ease… you shiver in excitement.

You kiss, greedy mouths demanding your attention, lips trailing all over your skin, making you part your legs so willingly. It is hard to tell which hand belongs to who anymore, whose kisses leave small marks all over your body and whose fingers slip into all of your holes; just a big kaleidoscope of lust and pleasure as you radiate around each other.

Mihawk pushes Shanks down on his back and then flips you around with ease, his strong hands manhandling you as if you weigh nothing. You find yourself on top of Shanks, propping yourself up with your hands on his chest while you arch your back for Mihawk who is kissing down your spine, one hand between your thighs.

“Mhm… so wet for us, such a sweet mess…”

Shanks pulls you down to his lips, muffling your sweet moans when you feel Mihawk’s tip between your folds, coating himself in your juices. Your view is hazy but you can still see the desire in Shanks’ eyes, his whole chest vibrating from the excitement of you about to get fucked on top of him by his partner. You grin and reach for his hand in the back of your neck, guiding him where you want to feel him. His fingers tighten around your throat, not enough yet to deprive you from air but enough to make the knot in your core tighten, your pussy fluttering around nothing.

Until Mihawk’s sinks into you slowly, stretching you out so deliciously.

He is big and for a second you think he won’t fit, but he takes his time, helping you get used to his girth by teasing your puffy clit gently and placing kisses on your shoulders, mumbling how well you take him. And then he’s all the way inside of you, making you feel so full of him. You’re melting under his touch, whimpering out the names of both men when Mihawk starts thrusting into you, his fingers digging in the flesh of your hips where they’ll leave red marks the next morning, blemishes of pure lust.

Shanks kisses you with his hand still around your throat, mumbling out praise for how good you are for both of them; his raspy voice sending warm shivers down your spine, puddling between your thighs. Mihawk makes you feel you so good, hitting your sweet spots with every deep thrust of his, making your eyes roll in the back of your head every time he’s all the way inside of you. You feel yourself rocking towards your own high once more; deprived of air and fucked silly you can feel the waves crawling up your spine.

“You’re doing so well, you feel incredible”, Mihawk sighs and gives your ass a small spank, only to soothe the pain with his big palm immediately afterwards and you mewl, begging for more every time you gasp for breath.

“More, more… please…” You cry and laugh at the same time when the hand hits your ass again, your cunt fluttering around Mihawk’s cock as you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. “Please, I’ll be good… I want you both inside, please… just–”

You moan and whimper when a thumb brushes your puckered hole, drawing circles around it. Just the promise of it is enough to have you trembling, knowing this night will be one for all three of you to remember. Mihawk leans down to you, whispering close in your ear as he’s filling you up to the brim, his thumb just about to pass that first ring of muscles.

“Let us hear those pretty little moans, will you? We’ll fill you up soon, darling… so good for us…”

Wrecked with pleasure, the low voice is enough to push you over the edge. Waves crash upon you as you come undone, your mind blanking as all you can see are stars, dancing in front of your eyes when Shanks pulls you into a deep kiss and Mihawk thrusts a few more times in a broken rhythm before he also cums deep inside. His hot white load mixes so delicately with your juices as his hips just won’t stop moving, all riled up by the way you still cum around his cock, only coming down slowly from your high. You gasp for air when Shanks finally lets go of your throat, his hand cradling your face now as he mumbles sweet praise against your lips. You let out an airy laugh and slump down on his chest, dizzy from your orgasm in a way you've never experienced it before.

Mihawk pulls out slowly, admiring the mess he made of you before he lays down besides Shanks and you, kissing both of you gently. The hearts of the three of you beat in unison, no words needed to describe the immense fondness you all held for each other; new bonds tightening and old ones blooming, held together by love and warm arms embracing each other. You have a feeling this won’t be your last visit on Kuraigana Island…

Shanks rolls over to his side, holding you firmly in place with an arm around your waist as he drapes you in the middle of the two men, Mihawk nestling against you from behind. The heat coming from both their bodies is incredible, skin on skin sticking to each other through thin sheens of sweat. You smile softly and let them kiss you everywhere, melting into their touch with your cunt still dripping, curious hands wandering all over your body. Not long and you can feel the excitement rising between the three of you again, your breath getting hot and heavy again. Shanks slips a hand between your thighs, stuffing the leaking cum of his lover back inside of you while Mihawk holds your leg up with a firm grip, exposing the hot mess of yours.

“What do you think, Hawkeyes? Wanna hear how loud this little one can get, hm?”

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buckyownsmylife · 20 hours

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♡ taking care of them when they have a fever ➳ w/ Kid, Mihawk & Rayleigh

a/n: i… i fought Tumblr text editor so long and hard for this and it‘s still a mess oh my god. anyway enjoy those silly little headcanons, i love putting those lads into ✨situations✨

Kid

simply the worst patient you can ever imagine <3

when falling sick, he goes through the five stages of grief several times a day

denial: „i am not sick, what the fuck are you talking about“, he asks with a runny nose and face almost as bright red as his hair, beads of sweat running down his temples, barely able to stand up straight

Killer and you just exchange a look and brace yourself for what‘s coming next

anger: ever saw a tulip explode? now you will

don‘t mind the claw marks on the ground when Killer drags Kid by one leg to bed while the captain combusts and grunts out curses you‘ve never heard before

lots of shouting and yelling and middle fingers being raised with the last bit of energy he has left before you watch Killer pull out some wrestling moves to get the tulip into bed. it‘s like watching two grizzlies fight

feel free to join but be prepared to get bitten in the ass

bargaining: so Kid is in bed, blanket pulled up to his nose, breathing heavily

it‘s when it all sinks in. the realization that maybe he should have covered up those honkers when visiting that winter island. Kid was a South Blue child after all, not used to the cold

don‘t disturb him during that phase, just enjoy the silence while he ponders on every life choice he made that led him here

depression: that‘s when he will call you and the other crew members into his cabin one by one despite you telling him he‘ll just spread his germs that way, but Kid doesn‘t care. he feels like he‘s dying from that common cold and he needs to tell everyone his last words

don‘t flinch when he clutches his metal fist around your hand and rattles something about how he doesn‘t mind when you fall in love again after he dies, but preferably with Killer because then he‘ll know from heaven (or hell) that you‘re in good hands (followed by an hour long monologue on why Killer is the greatest man ever existing)

acceptance: so Kid realized he might not die today but his throat is still sore and all the yelling probably didn‘t make it any better

bring him some tea, tuck him in and kiss his forehead, he‘ll pass out in a minute and the whole thing will repeat a few more times on his way to recovery

Kid is gonna act like none of this has happened once he is back to his old self but he‘ll still make sure to pull you into a hug and mumble a Thank You against your skin, followed by making up for all the kisses he couldn‘t give you during that time

Mihawk

have you ever tried giving your pet any kind of medicine? it was bad, wasn‘t it? then good luck with this man because he is worse

it‘s hard to imagine that someone as perfect as Mihawk could fall sick with a fever, but here you are, standing with a glass of water and painkillers in your hands next to him while he‘s passed out on the couch

„get those away from me“, he mumbles like a dying peasant who is confronted with his own mortality in the face of a common cold

even with his strength being robbed he is still much stronger than you, using this fact to his advantage (by rolling over flat on his stomach, face down, so you can‘t hold the glass of water against his lips)

give him five minutes for some frustrated groaning until he admits his defeat and finally reaches for the things in your hands

brace yourself for a silent staring duel when he asks for a glass of red wine to wash down the painkillers

he‘s lucky that you‘re in love so madly and deeply with him and have all the patience in the world to bear with him, knowing well he would pamper you too if you ever fell sick (you remembered how he pulled out a whole first aid kit as if he was ready to perform emergency surgery when you cut your finger slightly once while cooking together)

Mihawk would hate the fact that you see him in such a weak state but deep down he is still happy to have you by his side during his darkest hours

he‘ll have a few fever dreams and will be startled, probably panting something about his crops and how he gotta look after them

just gently push him back down by his shoulders and calm him down by telling him that you watered the garden and that the tomatoes are looking plump and ripe and ready for harvesting once he‘s back to full health

he‘ll ask you to read him from his favorite romance novels before he drifts back to sleep

Mihawk will cook you the fanciest dinner to show you his gratitude for nursing him back to health, including the most expensive bottle of red wine and kitchen dances together

Rayleigh

„you‘re burning up, Ray.“

you look at him worried, hands on his cheek and forehead to feel his temperature

Rayleigh just sighs, pushes his glasses up his hair, pinches the bridge of his nose and accepts his defeat

the Dark King knows that there‘s a limit on how much you can push a sick body and that the only cure is rest

after all, he had watched Roger struggle during his illness when no one else was watching; it made him realize that every action has its toll and us humans are fragile little things

he will do his best to not make you worry, after everything he‘s been through at his age a simple cold won‘t take him out

sure, he will try to send you home so he doesn‘t pass on the fever to you, but you insist on staying by his side — after all it was „in sickness and in health“ what you vowed to

a fact that earns you a lot of forehead kisses and the inevitable fate that you‘ll be down with a fever as well a few days later (where Rayleigh will take care of you as well, of course)

he is an easy patient on his best behaviour, drinking up the tea you brewed for him and staying in bed with the newspaper and some card games (since he can‘t go gambling)

Rayleigh will hum and lean deep into your touch when you run him a bath and wash his hair, your fingers massaging every bit of tension out of him

knowing you can‘t resist his charm he‘ll ask you to join him in the bath tub. just do it. the old man is needy and a little cold won‘t stop him from using his hands to return a little favor…

Rayleigh is a restless man, never one for settling down completely or staying in one place for too long, but those days in bed together are surprisingly nice and help him to recover quickly, thanks to your committed care

countless kisses on your skin show you his gratitude and blur the line between heat and fever…

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buckyownsmylife · 21 hours

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(n.sfw) sandwich chronicles: Roger x afab reader (no pronouns) x Rayleigh

a/n: i'm only here to aggressive spread my dilf agenda. if you don't simp for Roger i pray that you do after reading that teehee (rubbing my little greedy racoon hands together in anticipation)

part 1 (Rayleigh x reader x Shakky) & part 2 (Smoker x reader x Hina)

contains: (possibly) age gap, light breath play, oral (reader receiving & giving), penetration (vaginal), hair pulling, facial, swallowing, dirty talk, dacryphilia, teasing, fingering, cumming on reader, praise, pls let me know if i missed anything

word count: 807

"oh my, don't you look pretty with my hands wrapped around your neck."

and his cock buried deep inside of you while you were spread over the desk, your panties pulled aside and your legs wrapped around his hips as he relentlessly thrusted into you—

Rayleigh bends down to kiss you, hungry and teasingly

granted, it was not him who you initally awaited in your black lace lingerie, a little nothing that was more revealing than covering anything up. but when the first mate stumbled into the captain's quarters where you waited for Roger... well, you took the chance and ran with it

even though running, yet alone walking, probably wasn't an option anymore after Rayleigh was done with you

he filled you up completely, your eyes rolling back into your head everytime he shoved his throbbing cock inside of you

which is when the door busted open again, a familiar (as far as you could tell from your position) silhouette standing in the door frame, a cheeky grin on his lips

"oi, who said you could start without me?"

Roger locks the door behind him and came closer, admiring the sight of you on his desk, a whimpering mess already

you gulp as he unbuckles his belt, getting a tingly feeling in your belly in anticipation of what was about to happen, but maybe it was just Rayleigh hitting the right spot, grinning as he watched your captain joining you

with your head hanging upside down from the edge of the desk, Roger finds just the right angle to shove his hard cock into your open mouth, showering you with praise about how deep you were able to take him

the two men slowed down their tempo a bit, making sure you're enjoying it as you begged for more when you haven't had your mouth full

Rayleigh would tease your clit with his fingers, making you arch your back in lust under his hands, your lingerie completely out of place

on Roger's command he and Rayleigh switched places, flipping you over on your stomach. you glance up with tears in your eyes to Rayleigh when you start licking his cock from the shaft to the glans, letting your tongue do its magic while Roger pulls you close to him by your hips, rubbing his pulsating cock on your dripping wet cunt

you're begging Roger to fuck you, please, please, and he responds with more teasing, one hand finding your clit and teasing it in slow circles as he restrains you with the other from shoving yourself on his dick

"first you fuck my first mate in my quarters and now you're getting greedy? tsk."

he slides two, then three fingers inside of you, curling them up a bit so they hit just the right spots that make you whimper and moan under his touch, your juices dripping all over his hand and down your legs

meanwhile Rayleigh had grabbed you by your hair, guiding your head carefully as you took him whole into your mouth, gasping for air as he pulled away again, his cock all shiny from your drool

"open up for me, sugar."

you obey, sticking out your tongue more as he pumps his cock to cum messily over your face, sliding his cock into your open mouth again before he smears his load with your tears all over your flushed cheeks

he leans down to kiss you, praising you over and over again for taking his load, muffling your moans with another deep kiss as Roger finally shoves his cock into your aching, waiting hole, thrusting relentlessly inside of you

gentleman that he is, he will make sure that you cum before him, with his hand rubbing your clits in steady circles, adding some extra pressure as he feels your walls clenching around his cock

you almost see stars when you cum under his hand, your whole body trembling and gasping for air as he fucks you through your orgasm, grinning as he sees Rayleigh getting hard again by that messy sight

Roger pulls out to cum all over your bare back, making a mess out of your lingerie (he'll buy you new one anyway), spreading your cheeks wide to admire the view in front of him

the captain and the first mate help you off the desk (as predicted your legs won't cooperate anymore), both praising you for being able to take them both at once and how cute you looked with their cum all over you, taking turns in kissing you

of course they kiss too, getting a good taste of each other as they did countless times before, but today it tasted extra delicious

as you sit there with your legs spread wide on the sofa, both men getting down on their knees with a smug smile, you realize you're in for a long ride tonight...

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buckyownsmylife · 1 day

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🌙 confessing while thinking the other one is asleep w/ Roger & gn!reader

a/n: requested by @overpoweredrogersimp come get your dilf okay i PROMISE this is very fluff even though the beginning doesn't sound that way you have to trust me on this one. i fail miserably when i try to write something that is not at least a little bittersweet with the Roger pirates, but i think that's also the charm of them. word count: 1.5k

The fever came like a flash and knocked you out badly.

One second you were standing next to your captain, clinking bottles together (and admiring his handsome side profile), then everything was a whirl of colors and worried voices calling out your name, the sound of shattering glass and then pitch black darkness.

Your whole body feels like it was on fire, your breaths slow and strained, as if something heavy was sitting on your chest. Everything hurts. Time seems to run through your fingers like sand, unable to grasp how many hours, days even, have passed by. Strange dreams flicker before your eyes, haunting you with a melancholy you had long forgotten. It felt like breathing underwater. You hear yourself calling out their names over and over again, names of ghosts from the past, cutting your throat like glass.

The nightmares still linger with you a few seconds after you wake up, the demons crawling back under your blanket before familiar faces scoot into your eyesight again, their eyes always full of worry. Sometimes it was Crocus, the ship’s doctor, two fingers on your wrist to check your pulse, sometimes it was Rayleigh who helped you lift your head a bit to drink some water from a straw, his cold hand a welcome cooling in your neck. Occasionally you noticed Shanks and Buggy changing the wet towel on your forehead, whispering in hushed voices to each other. You felt bad that even the youngest ones of the crew were looking after you, but you still appreciated their tender loving care. And of course, always the warm bass of Roger’s voice, asking Crocus if you’re on your way to recovery and the concerned sighs that followed.

They all took turns in the night watch, keeping you company while the rest of the Oro Jackson was trying to find some sleep. You would wake up to the quiet rustling of book pages being turned over or a big hand gently stroking your hair, gentle voices mumbling over and over again that you’re going to be okay and that you’re safe until you drifted back into sleep again, tears rolling down your cheek into the pillow from all the softness your heart couldn’t handle.

After three days and three nights fighting against your own body, the fever finally went down a little bit. Breathing was still hard, but you even managed to sit up for a few minutes to spoon some soup that Gaban brought to the infirmary. He and Rayleigh helped you empty the bowl, praising you for finishing the whole thing and chatting about how Buggy and Shanks terrorized the kitchen crew to be off help only to cry for three hours straight while cutting onions. You chuckle softly as you sink back into your pillow. You always struggled to accept the help of others, but you had to admit that it felt nice to be cared for. To have a found family that got your back and worried about you. You fall asleep again to Rayleigh tucking your blanket under, gently stroking your cheek as he takes a seat next to you, opening the newspaper.

It’s almost midnight when you wake up again, your eyes needing a bit to adjust to the darkness. Your body feels heavy, still sleep drunk, but not that much in pain anymore. What a relief. You toss to the side, sinking deeper in your pillow, the blanket almost covering the tip of your nose. You had nothing to fear here. In the dark you can hear two voices mumbling quietly, unaware that you’re awake.

“Go to sleep, Rayleigh. You’ve been in there all day, I'll take it from here.” – “Are you sure? Crocus said you’re not in your best shape either these days. I really don’t mind staying the night, you go get some rest, Roger.”

The captain laughs quietly and even with your eyes closed you know how he pats his first mate on the shoulder, carefree as he always is, letting him know that he got it from here. Rayleigh knew better not to argue with Roger once he set his mind on something, but doesn’t leave the room without scolding him not to wake you up with his snores in case he falls asleep by your side. A slight smile lingers on your lips. They were polar opposites and yet you still loved them both with your whole heart. One platonically, the other… well, a bit more romantically. But falling for your captain was never a good idea probably, right?

You keep your eyes shut when Roger takes a seat in the chair next to your bed. Just knowing that he was here, alone with you, was enough to make your heart flutter and your cheeks flush. Once again you were thankful for the absence of light, keeping your love drunk expression a secret for you only. What did Rayleigh mean with Roger not being in the best shape? Did he catch the same disease as you? You take a mental note to ask him about that the next time.

Roger’s hand gently brushes your hair out of your face. He had propped himself up on his elbows next to you on the mattress, his dark eyes resting on your silhouette. He doesn’t want to wake you up, but also wants to make sure you are okay and cared for. Granted, he had missed you the past few days. Sure, he had checked in constantly to know about your condition, but it was different than usual, when you were following him on his heels around the ship, asking him curious questions about the things he had seen in the world or what next adventure would be waiting for you. He got so used to your presence, your absence felt like his heart missing a piece.

“You scared the shit out of me, little one.”

You’re caught by surprise from the sound of his voice, but don’t let it show. Once again you’re relieved that you’re buried under a heavy blanket and fluffy pillows, hiding your sweaty hands and your blushing cheeks.

“You can’t just collapse on me like that, you know? For a second I really thought we had lost you… and just the thought alone ate me up alive. There’s only so much my old heart can take and the thought of you dying before me, with all those words still unspoken…”

What words, you wanted to ask, but thought it might be for the better to let him believe that you were still deep asleep. He had never spoken in such a bittersweet voice to you before. It was different from his usual, cheerful self and your heart yearned a bit, touched by his honest sorrow. Lost in thought he runs his fingers through your hair, gentle, careful not to wake you up. When his other hand finds yours on top of the blanket, you instinctively hold on to it, giving it an impalpable squeeze. Your hand felt so tiny in his, yet so familiar, as if it was where it belonged.

“Can you believe it? A captain falling for his crew mate? Rayleigh called me a fool in love, as if he was any better.” Roger laughs softly and you can feel his eyes resting on you. Without seeing them, you just know that his gaze is full of love and tenderness. He had the kindest eyes on the whole Grand Line. “But what can I say. You had my heart the second we ran into each other for the first time and you threw that mean punch at me, hissing like a little kitten when I brushed it off as if it was nothing. Truth is, my heart recognized you before I did. As if it said ‘That is my person’, as if your name was tattooed all over it. As if I loved you before, in another life.”

Tears roll down your cheek and fall onto your pillow. No medicine could have been as soothing as hearing those words coming out of his mouth. When you start to sniffle quietly, Roger notices that you’ve been awake the whole time. A quiet ‘oh’ slips from his lips, then he crawls into bed with you, pulling you onto his big chest while you’re still wrapped in the huge blanket. You don’t even know why exactly you’re crying. Was it for his heartfelt confession? For knowing your feelings aren’t one sided? The lingering feeling that time wasn’t on your side? Either way, you cry and let him hold you, his big hand drawing slow circles on your back, softly kissing away the salty trails your tears left on your cheek.

No matter how much time you have left, you will make it count. In this life and the ones after that, you will meet again and recognize each other, hearts dancing on a tightrope.

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buckyownsmylife · 1 day

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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: (n.sfw) exhibitionism & voyeurism w/ Roger, Rayleigh & afab!reader

a/n: requested by ME! ha! if you know me, you also know how much i struggle to write things for me so... i created a whole event around tricking my brain into writing for myself and i guess it worked? gotta start the event with a bang and my favorite men, i hope you enjoy this as much as i did! can't wait to write all the other requests waiting for me ♡

contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' used twice to describe gentials), exhibitionism & voyeurism: fucking Roger with Rayleigh watching (everyone is consenting to this), unprotected sex (no pregnancy or breeding implied), fingering, dirty talk, light anal play, vaginal penetration, cockwarming

word count: 3.2k

Roger was always the life of a party. His laugh was the loudest and the brightest, making you fall for him over and over again despite you two being in an established relationship since forever; after all this time he still gave you weak knees and butterflies, making every kiss feel like a dream. Whenever you were near he would wrap an arm around you, holding you close as he continued his chatter with your crewmates; and if you were apart his gaze would always seek yours, his eyes twinkling a little with adoration. There was no doubt Roger was the love of your life and you were his.

Roger Pirates never needed a reason to celebrate and tonight was no exception. The air was filled with the sound of sea shanties and loud laughter, glasses clinking together and the cabin boys arguing loudly until Rayleigh made them shut up by making them sit as far apart as possible, Buggy still foaming with anger while Shanks just made faces towards him. You rub Rayleigh’s back as he appears next to you; he was pinching the bridge of his nose with a bottle of booze in his hand. Rayleigh was the only person on the Oro Jackson who had some kind of authority over the kids – everyone else was either just as goofy as them (you glance over to Roger) or placed their bets on them whenever they started throwing hands, cheering on them from the side.

You liked Rayleigh a lot; the first mate was nothing but kind to you, even more since Roger and you made things official. There were many seas Rayleigh and Roger had sailed together, long before your path crossed with theirs and became one; you knew the bond they shared was just as strong as yours with the captain, if not even stronger. You liked how they balanced each other out and you admired the blind trust Rayleigh put in Roger, always having his back, quite literally. Rayleigh regularly kept you company when Roger was running off the second you docked on a new island and he let you cry all the tears into his shirt you didn’t want Roger to see when you learned about his illness – even though Rayleigh must be hurting as much as you did.

The party continued until the crew mates one by one either said their goodnites or simply fell asleep right on deck, unbothered by the few people still laughing and chattering loudly, your lover in the very middle of them. He was the heart of this ship after all. But he also had yours and right now it was aching for him, throbbing in your chest, longing for his touch in the privacy of his cabin. You were needy and the burning desire in your core couldn’t be ignored any longer; you wanted to end the night with an orgasm and sloppy kisses and sleep rushing over you as you lay on his chest.

Rayleigh winked at you before he went below deck, your deep sighs and thighs rubbed together for some friction all night long haven’t gone unnoticed by him – and he knew best how hard it was to pull the captain away from a good party. When Roger gets up to refill his glass, you sense your chance and corner him between huge boxes of wine, shielding you from the eyes of others, tucking on the sleeves of his shirt as you look at him with pleading eyes.

“Let’s go to bed, Rog. It’s late and I don’t want to fall asleep without you.” “Don’t you know the captain always leaves last, my darling?” He cups your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he laughs softly. “A sinking ship, yes. Not parties though.” You grab your lover by the collar of his pink shirt and pull him down to your lips until they almost touch, locking your eyes with his. “Especially when your partner is this wet for you.”

Roger hums when you guide his big hand past the waistband of your pants, letting him feel how soaked your underwear already was. Your needy mewls get muffled by his tongue slipping in your mouth, giving you a kiss that makes you crave more, your fingers digging into his chest. You could hear the voices of your crewmates chattering and laughing as he rubs you over the thin fabric, his plump fingers tracing the outlines of your folds before he gives your clit some extra attention. You can feel your legs almost giving in under his touch and cling onto his shirt as you moan quietly in his open mouth.

“So greedy…”, he growls and you can feel him smiling against your lips, his big mustache tickling you. You whine when he withdraws his hand; you’ve patiently waited all night for this and the absence of his touch just felt cruel at this point. Before you could complain any further, Roger already scooped you up with ease and threw you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, his calloused hand on your ass, squeezing it tight. Accompanied by the laughter of your remaining crew mates, Roger wishes them a good night before he makes his way towards his cabin, carrying you through the gloomy hallway, not letting you down before you reach the door.

Immediately you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another deep kiss, your breath hot and heavy as his hands wander underneath your shirt, exploring every inch underneath. You mewl when he rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingertips, his cheeky grin getting wider with every lewd sound he charms out of you.

“Should I fuck you right here in the hallway? On deck you didn’t seem to mind an audience…”, Roger asks as he teasingly plays with the waistband of your pants, knowing too well how you loved the thrill of being caught; countless times before he had his fingers inside of you in crowded bars or ate you out in a back alley, people passing by only a few meters away from you as he made you see stars with his tongue alone.

As tempting as it sounds, tonight you wanted Roger without any rush, you’ve waited so patiently, there was no way you’d be satisfied by a quickie – you deserved to be railed until the sun was rising again and even beyond that. You let your hands run over Roger’s hairy chest, tracing every ab with your fingertips while you two share hungry kisses, his growing erection pressing against you. Having his full attention feels like a gift that you couldn’t wait to unwrap, your fingers already nestling on his sash. Roger picks you up one more time, letting you wrap your legs around his hips as he reaches for the door knob, not breaking the kiss you two shared.

The two of you stumble inside the dimly lit room, hands all over each other, yours buried in his black hair as you moan in his mouth. Roger kicks the door close behind him, his fingers digging deep into your flesh as he carries you to the bed. The tension is almost unbearable, every second he wasn’t inside you already feels like a waste of time; you kick off your shoes as he takes off your shirt and helps you out of your pants, humming at the sight of your lingerie. Roger is a man who appreciates a nice surprise underneath, though he is also quick to tear it apart in the heat of the moment and tonight was no exception.

Impatiently you remove his pink shirt that luckily came unbuttoned already, fingers fumbling with his sash until he pulls it together with his pants down himself, leaning in for another deep kiss as he takes your hand and places it on the throbbing bulge in his boxers. You get dizzy from the thought of him stretching you wide open; after all this time you still felt the excitement like it was the very first time. You spread your legs apart for him, presenting him the dripping mess he made of you and making space for his tall figure pinning you down on the mattress, his big thigh pressed against your aching core.

“Mhm… feel how hard I am for you, my love?”, he mutters against your lips, rubbing his clothed cock against your palms for some friction. “Turn around and spread those cheeks for me, will you?”

Then, a slight cough from the other end of the room.

“Got the wrong room again, captain?”

Rayleigh’s amused voice from behind the desk makes the two of you snap back into reality. Roger is quick to throw a blanket over your naked body as he laughs out loud, unimpressed by the sudden company while you feel your cheeks flush, your heart jumping in your chest. The two of you were so in the heat of the moment, neither of you had sensed Rayleigh’s presence when you stumbled inside, having eyes for each other only.

“Shit, Ray. Sorry for the intrusion. You see…” “Oh, I see very clearly, Roger.” The first mate adjusts his glasses and shuts close the log book he was writing prior to the intrusion, his eyes mustering Roger up and down. Rayleigh had a sly smile upon his lips, clearly entertained by the whole situation and you were thankful he avoided your gaze to not fluster you any further. Though some part of you kinda wished he’d take you all in…

Roger sits down on the bed next to you, pulling you close and kissing your temples in apology, still laughing and rock hard, the outline of his cock clearly showing in his tight underwear. You can’t help but notice the way Rayleigh’s eyes are lingering on it, with curiosity and… hunger? You press yourself closer against the captain, feeling his warmth and his heartbeat against you.

“We’ll be gone in a second, sorry again, Rayleigh.” Roger laughs and presses a kiss against your lips that you respond with a soft hum, visibly calming down under his touch. One thing you always loved about Roger was how relaxed he was in every situation, just laughing it off like it was no big deal. So your first mate has seen you eating each other up like the love drunk fools you are. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Tell the others about it, as if Roger wasn’t the loudest men alive during sex already?

“I mean… be my guests.”

Rayleigh gestures to the bed you were sitting on as he gets up and walks around his desk, leaning against it with arms crossed. Roger tilts your chin up and seeks your gaze, brushing over your lips with his thumb, grinning when you give it a few kitten licks, your hand resting on his lower stomach.

“Want to give old man Rayleigh a show, darling?”, Roger mumbles. “No pressure though. We can also just go next door. To my actual cabin.”

You look over your shoulder to Rayleigh, the blanket still wrapped around you tightly. The first mate smiles at you, as if he was trying to tell you that no matter what was happening in this cabin tonight, nothing would affect your friendship. After all, sharing a cabin wall with Roger meant he was a regular witness of your sex life anyway, and you would lie if you’d say this fine man hadn’t crossed your fantasies often.

You return the smile and let the blanket slip off your shoulders down to the floor where your clothes were scattered. Roger laughs softly when you climb in his lap to lean in for another kiss, his hands immediately wandering over your body. His fingers dig deep in the flesh of your hips and your ass, spreading your cheeks wide open to give Rayleigh an unforgettable view. A few heartbeats later and Roger is sliding two fingers inside of you, making you rock back and forth on them. Your loud moans encourage him to add a third finger and soon your face is buried in the crook of Roger’s neck as you pant heavily, the feeling of being stretched from his fingers alone enough to push you over the edge already.

When he starts circling your clit with his thumb, you can feel the tension building up inside of you, begging for sweet release and you cry out his name as your walls clench hard around him, the orgasm rushing over you violently. Roger doesn’t give you time to catch your breath as he’s pulling his fingers out and muffling your needy mewls by stuffing your mouth with them, letting you lick your wetness off them as he finally takes off his boxers. He gives himself a few lazy strokes before he pulls you down by your hips onto him, making you grind on his hard cock as you straddle him.

“Roger, please… fuck me already…”

Still sensitive from your orgasm you cry out loud when Roger finally lifts you up, rubbing his cock at your tight entrance. He pulls you in for another deep kiss, grinning from the way your fingers dig into his chest as you slowly lower yourself onto him, letting him stretch you wide open inch by inch until he’s all the way inside, hitting your sweet spots. You can feel Roger’s body slightly trembling, possibly gathering every ounce of self-control he had to not start thrusting right away but to let you both get used to the sensation first. You look over your shoulder to Rayleigh who is still leaning against his desk, his pants clearly showing his arousal. He had his eyes fixated on where Roger’s cock was buried deep inside of you, the captain’s hands spreading your ass cheeks wide open for a better view.

“Like what you see, Rayleigh?”, Roger asks as he seeks the gaze of his first mate. “Very”, he responds calmly with a smile, knowing too well what a tease the captain was – but so were you. You lean over to Roger to whisper something in his ear that puts the biggest grin on his face.

“Naughty, so very naughty…”, he coos and gives you a little spank that makes you whine and roll your hips, enjoying the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you. Only when Roger puts his index finger on your puckered hole, circling around it with soft pressure, you almost lose your composure. You asked him for it and still the sensation always made you blank, even more now with Rayleigh’s eyes lingering on you.

Roger’s sweet moans fill the whole room, he isn’t holding back at all and lets you know how good you made him feel, his constant praise only turning you on more as you bounce up and down on his thick cock. Your kisses are sloppy, drool running down the corner of your mouth every time you pull back to catch your breath and slowly you feel yourself getting close to that edge again. Roger could tell from the way your walls clenched around his cock and snickers, then without a warning grabs and flips you over on your back without pulling out, his broad figure now hovering over you as he stretches you wide open.

The new angle makes you shudder and cry out loud in pleasure, even more when Roger puts your legs on his shoulders and starts circling your sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb; your flustered expression and your heavy moans making it hard for him to not cum right away, but he wanted to fuck you a little longer, turn you into a whole mess until you cried out his name over and over again, you’ve got an audience after all.

“Darling…” Roger’s eyes seek yours, they are warm and full of adoration, taking all of you in. He holds still for a moment, letting you catch your breath as he bends down to plaster your chest and your face with kisses. “Want to show Rayleigh your pretty face when you cum?”

You turn your head to the side and look over to the first mate, who had one hand in his pants, fucking his hollow fist to the rhythm of Roger pounding into you. You nod slowly and hold out one hand for him, gesturing to him to come closer. Rayleigh squats down next to the bed, taking your hand into his, placing a kiss on your fingertips while he gently brushes your hair out of your heated face. Roger laughs softly and the love both men held for you sends warm shivers down your spine; a feeling of safety and devotion connecting the three of you in this very moment.

Rayleigh doesn’t take his eyes off you as Roger continues fucking you so delicately, mumbling soft praise over and over again. You squeeze Rayleigh’s hand with each of Roger’s thrusts, the room filled with the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh.

“Can I come, Roger…?” Your voice is hoarse as you look up to Roger with pleading eyes, one hand resting on his broad chest, nails digging into his skin. He smiles and leans down for another kiss, letting his tongue spell out the answer as he continues circling your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to push you over the edge.

“Taking me so well, my love… now come for me.”

And just like that something inside of you snaps and you laugh and cry at the same time as you fall apart under his cock, your cunt clenching tight around Roger who fucks you through your orgasm under Rayleigh’s gaze; you arch your back as you come undone, wailing out the names of both men while your vision blurres, making you see nothing but stars and a whole new galaxy.

Not holding back any longer, Roger comes as well with a loud groan and more laughter, filling you up to the brim with his thick load, a hot white mess mixed with your own juices dripping out of your cunt with each of his sloppy thrusts. He kisses you over and over again, drawing you back into this sweet reality while he stays inside of you, not wanting to break up the connection you had just yet. You smile against his lips, even more when you feel Rayleigh placing a kiss on top of your head as well, the affection of both men sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body.

The first mates gazes upon you both with adoration, humbled by being invited into your sacred space. He still holds your hand, his thumb brushing over the back of it as he leans against the bed frame, the silhouette of his throbbing cock still very much visible in his pants. You can’t take your eyes off it, licking your lips slightly as you feel your lover getting hard again inside of you. Roger smirks and reaches for the face of his first mate, tilting his chin up with two fingers.

“Now, Rayleigh… say, can we lend you a hand as well?”

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buckyownsmylife · 1 day

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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: confessing while thinking the other one is asleep w/ dilf!Kid & gn!reader

a/n: requested by @eustasssimp who single-handedly awakened my suppressed love for this tulip (•ө•)♡ thank you for letting me turn this man in a dilf for you! you picked one of my favorite prompts (i recycled this one from my previous event because that's how much i love this trope hehe) and i hope you enjoy this! mwah!

word count: 1.5k

It is suspiciously quiet on the Victoria Punk.

Kid had retreated to his workshop after dinner, growling something about new explosives he invented which didn't quite work yet how he wanted them to; a fact that should probably be slightly concerning, but after sailing for over 20 years with him as captain you were used to this by now.

What worried you more was that Kid had skipped his usual midnight snack, a time of the day the two of you usually met in the light of the open fridge, eating shredded cheese straight out of the package or whatever else Killer had prepared for you (the first mate got tired of you eating his meal preparations for the next day and assembled a plate for your nightly munchies ever since). It had become a daily ritual for the captain and you, and admittedly, it was your favorite time of the day.

A time when it was just him and you. You don’t mind sharing, hell, you even leave him the last bite of the flaky strawberry pastry Killer made and you eat the ice cream you like the second best because you know your favorite is also his. You are happy about every minute you can spend by his side, surrounded by crew and friends and still you'd have eyes for Kid only.

But midnight snack hour? It was special.

Because you would squat so close to each other in front of the fridge and your arms would brush and send warm shivers down your spine. Because you would share a spoon for the pudding under the pretext of minimizing the amount of dishes you had to do afterwards and it felt like an indirect kiss. Because he would often feed you big bites and laugh when you struggled to chew on them, spilling half of it on your shirt, but it didn't matter because the sound of his laughter was warmer than sunshine.

You glance at the clock. Kid was never late, at least not for this time of the day. You feel slight worry rise up in your chest, wondering if for once something did happen to your captain while playing with explosives, but then you remember that it was Kid you were thinking about; a man that would face an army of thousands of man and just laugh it off while he causes a storm, sinking them one by one with his bare fist and rage in his eyes.

No, he was definitely fine. So why would he leave you hanging for midnight snack hour? You grab the plate of cookies Killer had prepared for you and stomp through the dark hallway towards Kid’s workshop.

Light is coming through the cracks of the door, but besides that there is neither an alarming sound nor the smell of something burning which you take as a good sign. Kid has a bad habit of not knocking on doors before entering a room which lead to several awkward situations in the past and while you would definitely like to pay him back for the one time he caught you performing to Soul King’s newest album with a hairbrush and Kid’s coat around your shoulders for a more dramatic effect, you choose to be civilized today and knocked gently at the wooden door.

Usually you would get some spat out insult or at least a grunt in return, but there was nothing but radio silence from the other side. You knock again, whispering Kid’s name into the dark and after you still got no answer, you decide to step in – those cookies in your hands were begging to be eaten and you couldn’t endure his bitching for three days at least when he found out you devoured them all by yourself.

His broad back is the first thing you notice. He is sitting at his massive workbench, slumped over, his head resting on top of his crossed arms, shoulders lifting with every deep breath he took.

“Kid? You okay?”

You shut the door without a sound behind you and tiptoe towards him, almost like you would approach a wild animal, unsure if it would bite or not. That’s when you notice that his eyes are shut, his expression particular soft. His goggles lay on the table beside him and red and gray strands of hair fall into his face which makes you smile, because you know how vain Kid is when it comes to his appearance and how he would grumble all day when he had a bad hair day.

What Kid doesn’t know is that you love every alleged imperfection about him. His damp hair clinging to his forehead when he comes out of the shower, the wrinkles on his forehead he got from frowning so much (and though he applied his skin care religiously, not even Eustass Kid wasn’t immune to aging), his skin scarred by countless battles – there was not a single thing you disliked about him, but this was your well-kept secret.

A love in hiding.

You set down the plate of cookies on a couple blueprints, careful not to make a sound that could wake him up. He must have been exhausted, falling asleep like that in his workshop when usually he wouldn’t go to bed without taking an extensive shower to get rid of the acrid smell of oil and metal that naturally just stuck to him. You guess that excuses him for standing you up on midnight snack hour, but just this once.

Kid’s workshop was a mess of various components made of steel, from tiny screws to big bulks of pipes stacked on top of each other. Usually no one was allowed in there except Killer to call him for dinner, so you took the chance and let your gaze wander around for a few moments, scanning the room until you find what you are looking for. You take the blanket which is hanging over one of his creations, beat it carefully off its dirt and dust and put it around Kid’s shoulders, making sure it wouldn’t slip off with the slightest movement.

You don’t have it in your heart to wake him up and tell him to go to bed, not because you feared his sleepdrunk wrath – you could handle that after all these years. What scared you was the thought of him seeing you with that soft gaze of yours, nothing but love radiating around you when you were near him, as if you were merely a marionette held up by your heartstrings.

It was all that held you together; those unspoken words and what if’s.

You switch off the desk lamp, dipping the room in a deep midnight blue and with that your heart feels very heavy suddenly, as if someone ripped the veil off it, exposing it to its fullest. Frozen on the spot your legs refuse to move, your breath faltering. It was as if you’re walking on a tightrope between two universes, different versions of you, but both deeply in love with Eustass Kid.

You adjust the blanket one last time, your fingertips brushing over the back of his neck. He is warm, he always is, as if the light burning within him was about to become a wildfire. You feel calm, standing in the eye of the storm and leaning down towards him, your lips close to his ear, your hand still resting on the broad back of his neck.

“I’m in love with you, captain.”

You didn’t think your confession would fall out of your mouth that easily, but maybe the darkness brought the illusion of safety, as if your words could simply hide in the corners of this room and will never be seen again; lifted off your chest and a faint echo meant for no one to be heard.

Just when you’re about to turn around and leave, an arm wraps around your waist and holds you back, a familiar voice growling out your name. You would have jumped but Kid has you in such a tight grip, there’s no room for you to escape. Instead your heart simply skips a beat; there’s nothing for you to do than to surrender.

Kid lifts his torso and pulls you in his lap, his fingers digging into your side, but it doesn't feel harsh or painful, more as if he wants to make sure that you’re not suddenly bolting and leave him alone with the thing you just said. You can feel his piercing gaze on you and when you avoid his eyes, his hand comes to your chin, tilting it easily so you’re forced to look at him. Even in the dark you can make out his eyes, tiny galaxies you could get lost in easily. You put your hands on his chest, mostly to stop them from shaking, but you can feel his heart drumming to the beat of yours underneath your fingertips.

“What if I told you that I feel the same way? Would it make this dream come true?”

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buckyownsmylife · 1 day

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♁ One Piece x Reader exchange: Kid & his s/o dying in his arms

a/n: hi! this is my piece for the @onepiece-reader-exchange, thank you for the fun project! i got the chance to write for @wimble-warcrime who i apologize to for picking the angsty one out of all prompts you gave, but on the other hand i just had to. hope you're pleased with the fic!

contains: gn!reader, HEAVY ANGST, death of reader, blood mention. this is not a light-hearted read.

word count: 1.6k

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

In fact, it wasn’t supposed to end at all. Forever. You could still hear Kid huff about this, about the mere thought of spending a life together, side by side, until death do you part. He was a pirate after all, he knew for a fact how fast a life can be wiped out in the thump of a heartbeat. Forever was just a foul promise. And yet you found him in his workshop the other night, unusually quiet as he focused as he fumbled with something in his massive hands. It was only when you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and peeked over his shoulder that you saw the two rings in his palms – a declaration of his devoted heart.

Until death do us part.

You raise your hand towards the vast sky, painted in the lush red and blue colors of dawn, the plain silver band on your ring finger shimmering from underneath all the blood. Shit. So this is it. A hoarse sound escapes your throat, something between a bitter laugh and a cry out for help, painfully aware that it was too late for that. You never thought much about dying, but you didn’t expect to be so calm, almost grateful to experience the rising sun one last time before your heart would stop beating.

Kid. You want to see him one last time. Is this selfish? Yearning for the touch of your lover when you’re tiptoeing on the verge of life and death? Was this too much to ask for? You wonder if he’ll be the one who finds your body. If he will allow himself some tears or just unleash the fury because there was never another way for him to regulate his feelings. And… if he will love again. You hope so, you really do.

Being a Kid pirate meant to never shy away from a good fight. You were pirates, not saints. You would fight tooth and nail for what you wanted to protect and never showed any mercy. The world was harsh and so was your captain, barking out orders and insults as he destroyed whatever crossed his path in the blink of an eye. He was a force to reckon with if anyone ever dared to hurt his crew. During every battle, all you could see was his broad back, the shoulders you used to fall asleep on when nobody else was watching, his bright red hair like a lighthouse in the dark.

He always watched out for you. Kid’s love was never tender, it was a wildfire and you stood in the eye of it, letting the flames lick your skin without being burned. He made you feel so warm, so seen. As if you were indestructible as long as you were together. He couldn’t have known that one day you would fly a little too close to the sun, wanting to be the one who looked out for him just once. Who could have known it came with a price…

The air smelled like gunpowder and blood. And it was quiet, so quiet. The battle must have been over by now, at least the one that’s carried out with fists and weapons; there were other ones held in their hearts only. Not you, though. Your heart sighed. It sure was tired, but at least it didn’t hurt. Death crawled up on you in silence, tugging on your heart strings. Soon, so soon, you’d be stardust again. Maybe you could guide him then, towards the horizon and beyond, until you meet again in the vast night sky.

The faint sound of your name makes you flinch. With your arm still raised towards the sky you try to call out his name, but all you can do is cough up more blood as your vision flickers, your breath sharp and rattling in your chest. One last time. Just one last time. A few more selfish heartbeats is all you asked for.

And then he is next to you, his hand wrapping yours before he brings it to his chest. You can feel his heart drumming in there, a high contrast to the one in your ribcage, getting weaker minute by minute. You blink a few times until you can see him clearly, his expression full of pain and rage, his whole body trembling. He is here, there is nothing to fear now.

“You fucking idiot.”, he growls but his voice is missing its usual spite. It carries sorrow and fear, a side you have never witnessed before. You try to squeeze his hand but with life slowly dripping out of you, all you can manage is shifting your hand slightly in his. You mumble out his name hoarsely, trying to put all the unsaid words in this one syllable but he hushes you, his hand clutching tighter around yours. His metal arm hovers over you, unsure where and how to touch you without causing any more damage – in denial about the fact that there wasn’t anything left he could break.

“Shh, now. We’ll patch you up and next thing you know we’re out there again, I promise.”

You shake your head slightly, trying a weak smile while tears are pricking in the corner of your eyes. No more promises. All you want now is to be held. There was nothing else left to do. With your vision blurry you can’t make out Kid’s expression anymore, but you sense his silhouette leaning closer to you as he brings your hand to his face, kissing your bloody fingertips. You brush over his lips softly, warmth spreading from there and seeping throughout your whole body, like it always did when you kissed. Kid would have never admitted it, but he shines brighter than a thousand suns, a force of life in the fragile shell of a human body.

You sigh in relief when he puts his human arm around your shoulders, lifting you up carefully so your head could rest against his chest instead of the hard floor. Mumbling your name over and over again he holds you tight, his metal hand uselessly resting next to you. You wonder if he will beat himself up for not being able to hold you properly with both arms while you were taking your last breaths and you know he will, and you wish you could tell him that it was okay, that this was more than enough, him being here was enough. You want to tell him that it didn’t hurt anymore, that he’ll be okay, that you will never be really gone, just orbiting around the sun until he’ll join you one day. You hope he will understand you without words, like he always did.

Look after Killer and the rest of the crew for me, okay? Sail to the end of the world and beyond and find that One Piece. Please don’t forget me. I love you, Kid. You know that, right? My heart recognized you the very first minute we met. You were my forever. You’ll always be. Don’t give up on love. I will always be out there. I love you so, so much. It doesn’t hurt, don’t worry. In your arms I always felt the safest. I love you. Kid, will you come find me again in the next life? I’ll be out there, waiting, dancing, laughing while crying. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“Hey. Hey, keep your eyes open, okay? Hold on a little bit longer. I’ll fix this. I’m sorry. I’ll fix this. I’m so sorry. Hey… hey. Don’t close your eyes. Hey.”

Kid’s voice cracks. He’s shaking you slightly, fingers digging into your skin as he nudges you with his nose, whispering close to your ear, placing a few kisses in the corner of your mouth, the metallic taste biting his tongue. A wave of panic rushes over him, his whole body frozen on the spot. His heart was telling him to lift you up and run, as if he could escape death just like that; but his gut knew better. That this is it. The rapid end of a love story that only just began, its first blossoms now soaked in blood. His eyes flicker from your face to your hand resting against his chest, the silver band shimmering slightly, mocking him with the false promise it holds. He never wanted forever, he wanted you.

Then there is this light and it feels like you are floating. Death is lifting you up gently from your lover’s arms. You know this isn’t a farewell, this is merely a heart that stops beating, the memory of it never fading, engraved inside of Kid’s chest, becoming an armor for a lifetime until you meet again, just two stars swaying side by side in the night sky.

Kid’s raspy cry disrupts the silence once your hand slips down his chest, leaving a bloody mark where your fingertips once lingered. He is blinded by fury and the burgeoning feeling in his chest that he could have prevented this; that you could still be here, breathing and calling out his name if only he didn’t let his guard down for those three seconds, if only you didn’t split up hours earlier in the naive belief that you still got so much time, that you got a life together.

If only.

If only death could have taken him instead of you. If only hearts wouldn’t shatter in silence. If only he could turn back time to tell you how he felt, how he really felt, say those three words out loud over and over again until you would shut him up with a kiss.

If only love was enough.

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buckyownsmylife · 1 day

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♥ the happiest birthday: Kid & gn!reader (no pronouns)

a/n: happy, happy birthday my beloved lemon @eustasssimp <3 hoping you'll have the sweetest of all days today and that you'll feel so, so loved because you are! you're a sweet and kind soul and i'm so happy we got to know each other. since i can't give you a warm hug in person, i tried it with words, i hope you enjoy. love you dearly <3

word count: 2.5k

“One more song, please, I promise it will be the last…”

Wire and Heat were looking at you with pleading eyes, basically pressing the microphone into your hand. You rub your eyes until you see stars, trying to get rid of the sleepiness that came with staring at the TV for the whole night. It was both the evening before your birthday and karaoke night on the Victoria Punk, and without doubt you’ve been killing it. Not a single song hasn’t been sung, from all the pop punk bangers to the instrumentals of the crew’s favorite death metal songs – the mic has been passed around until it now landed in your hands again. Everyone seemed very eager to make you sing some more, despite your voice almost being hoarse and your loud yawns between each song.

You’re sitting on the floor and leaning against Killer’s legs, resting your head against his knees as he occasionally gives you a few head scratches or holds a drink with a straw in your face so you can stay hydrated between two songs. Ever since you and Kid made it official (as in: when he stopped yeeting you across the room so no one would see him holding your hand), your bond with Killer also got a lot stronger than it already was. You knew the captain and the first mate shared a long history together and at first you felt like an intruder when you started catching feelings for Kid, but Killer was nothing but supportive from the start; sitting down with you and listening, giving you helpful advice (like “yeah, just bite back in that case”) and now often hangs out with you and Kid. Sometimes it made you wonder how it would feel being with both of them, but for now you got your hands full with one alone. Speaking of…

“Has anyone seen Kid? He’s been gone for at least two hours now, didn’t he only want to use the bathroom real quick? Or in his words – taking a piss and don’t we fucking dare follow him?”

You were tired but not tired enough to not notice the glances Killer, Heat and Wire exchanged. Something definitely was up and you weren’t sure if it was a good sign. Last time you left Kid unsupervised for a longer time span he built glitter grenades in the shade of his enemies blood that unfortunately exploded in his workroom, leaving everyone on the ship coughing up glitter for a week straight.

All your attempts to press any information out of them failed and when you tried to get up and search for Kid yourself, several pairs of hands pushed you back down; so all you could do was grab the microphone again and sing a power ballad, one that you spared till the very end for dramatic effect. The boys cheered and helped you out as background choir when your voice cracked at the high-pitched notes, gesturing with all they got when it came to the final crescendo, someone lit a whole pack of sparklers and in the end all of you slumped down on the sofa and the pillow covered floor, the end of a perfect encore.

Just when the last line flickered across the TV screen, the door to the living room swung wide open, a feisty looking Kid appearing in the doorframe. Your heart still skipped a beat whenever he was around, his presence filling every room with an intense energy like a storm, pulling at your heartstrings as if it was merely a wind chime.

“Oi, babe. Come here.”

He gestures with his good hand and stomps towards you when you take a second too long to get up, holding out his hand for you to grab it as he pulls you up. You notice how Kid and the others exchange a few nods and thumb ups but before you could ask anything, your captain was already walking towards the door again, dragging you behind him. One last glance over your shoulder to the grinning boys and you’re out, trying to keep up with Kid as he struts through the hallway. He seems to vibrate in excitement for something and all you could do was hope it wasn’t another handmade explosive.

“Kid, where the hell have you been and why are we ru–”

A surprised shriek escapes your throat when you stumble and almost fall; luckily Kid was quick to catch you, his mechanical arm wrapped around your waist as he yells at you for not being able to keep up with him and you arguing back that ten seconds ago you were on the edge of falling asleep and he got much longer legs than you anyway. He puts you back on your feet again, finally not running anymore and giving you time to muster him up and down for the first time as he still barks out some mild insults.

“What do you have in your hair…?”

You stand on tiptoes to reach for his red hair, some white powder in it. Now that you have a closer look, there was also some across his cheek and over his torso, some speckles of something brown too which almost made him look as if he had freckles. Cute. You leaned in to kiss him on the cheek which made the angry tulip shut up for a brief second, rolling his eyes but cheeks slightly flushed.

“That’s… flour and chocolate?” – “Okay, fucking little detective, just come, it’s almost midnight.” “What, are you gonna turn into a pumpkin or something?”

Followed by some more huffing and puffing from his side the two of you continue making your way through the hallway; Kid liberally slowed down his steps a bit so you can keep up with him, his warm hand in a tight grip around yours. You can’t help but smile; his love was rough but it burned so brightly, making you feel so safe and warm.

“Don’t look yet.”

Kid covers your eyes before he pushes the door leading outside on deck open, pulling you close to him as he guides you forwards, grumbling that you better don’t slip and fall again because he won’t catch you a second time (of course he would, but he would complain even more than the first time). The air was warm, one of those summer nights that held some kind of magic as they just seemed to never end. You can feel your limbs tingling in anticipation.

Your lips curl into a smile when Kid kisses you, mumbling out a half-hearted apology about cussing you out before he finally takes his hand off your eyes, stepping aside so you can see what he prepared.

A large blanket lies in front of you, lots of pillows on top. Candles surrounded the whole scene with fairy lights hanging from the mast, two glasses with fruity cocktails are standing on a small tablet next to a small cake. As you walk closer you notice that your name and ‘happy birthday’ are written in a wonky handwriting on the frosting, surrounded by a handful of small flowers and a candle in the middle. In all fairness it looked like a toddler was allowed to decorate a cake for the very first time, but you can tell that Kid made everything from scratch and for someone who worked with metal only, he sure did well. It was made with love, without a doubt.

You spin around to him, smiling from ear to ear as he pulls you into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You also wrap your arms around him, slipping underneath his big fur coat so you can feel him close, his muscles softening under your touch. With eyes closed you breathe him in, the familiar scent of sweat and oil, this time paired with a soft note of freshly baked cake, a faint lemon aroma lingering on his skin.

“Don’t think I’ll do something stupid like that for every birthday that will follow, okay? Happy birthday, babe.”, he mumbles, placing a trail of kisses on the side of your neck before biting your ear slightly. You tilt your head back into your neck, looking at him with pleading eyes until he kisses you roughly on the lips, humming softly. “So are you implying that we’ll celebrate many, many more birthdays together?”, you ask, giggling at the sight of his blushing cheeks as he huffs out another insult. “Are you dumb? Of course we will, do you think I’ll ever let you go? Now go make a wish or else…”

He grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you into the pillows, taking a seat cross legged opposite of you. As you get adjusted he takes the cake in his mechanic hand where it looks ridiculously tiny in it; he lights the candle and holds the cake up in front of your face, glaring at you from behind it, his face shimmering golden from the candles surrounding you. A wish, huh?

You think for a few heartbeats and then close your eyes as you take a deep breath and blow out the birthday candle, a slight breeze finding you in just this moment, almost as if the wind and the sea worked together to carry your wish to the stars.

“What did you wish for?”, Kid asks and puts the cake down at the tablet, handing you a fork. – “I can’t tell you, Kid, otherwise it won’t come true!”, you snicker and laugh as he rolls his eyes but grins anyway, his excitement about you trying what he baked for the first time was too big to grumble about some fake rules about wishes.

Kid digs in with his fork first but holds it up for you, generously offering to feed you (“you’re so clumsy, you’ll drop it otherwise”). It’s a big bite and you struggle to fit it in your mouth, resulting in buttercream being smeared all over your face and you almost choke from laughing as Kid keeps on yelling at you to chew properly. In the end you have to wash it down with a drink, trying to catch your breath again before Kid leans in for another kiss, licking up the crumbs and cream in such a cheeky way it makes your heart jump in your chest.

“Delicious.”, he grins, not talking about his creation. The cake tasted amazing though, the flavors were perfectly balanced and you couldn’t help but wonder how much practice it took for him to master it, knowing you have never seen him in the kitchen before (except to go see Killer when they’ve been apart for longer than five minutes and he started missing him). He really did all of this for you, making you feel so loved.

It’s your turn to feed Kid with your fork and praise him for how amazing the birthday cake tastes, saying it’s the best one you ever had, and watch him grow an inch taller under your compliments. Kid was convinced he was the best at everything, but actually hearing someone else say it always made him feel superior – especially coming from you. Throughout your dating history he made you many gifts, like matching earrings, bracelets, a cup holder for your nightstand (“because how much more tea do you want to spill on our sheets, babe”), the list goes on; but you can tell this cake was special since it was outside of his comfort zone, trading his workshop for the kitchen.

After a few more bites the two of you lay down on your backs, Kid holding you in his arms. You snuggle closer onto him, enjoying the warmth he was radiating. He holds you tight as he takes a deep breath, maybe slightly relieved that his surprise was successful. Above you was the starlit sky, hundreds of tiny dots gleaming there like a fresco. You wouldn’t have thought that Kid was such a romantic but you keep the thought to yourself, knowing damn well he would grunt something back at you how every star once was an enemy of his that now rested in peace.

Nestled into his arms you can’t help but let out a dreamy sigh. It was the first time someone did something this nice for your birthday and it felt a bit like a dream. Everything felt like such ever since you two met for the very first time, your heart calling out his name as if you knew him from another life. You were drawn to him like the moon to the tides, feeling safe only when he had his arms wrapped around you, just like he did now. He was your home, your safe haven, the love of your life. What he didn’t know was that your wish already came true the moment he kissed you for the first time, one hand around your neck, growling “you’re mine”; you didn’t shy away back then, it only drew you closer to him, as if to challenge him.

Love me. Love me. Love me.

Just when you’re about to close your eyes, slumber being only a few heartbeats away, Kid shoots up into a seating position, almost throwing you around like he did in old days, only that this time he held you close. Your eyes follow his hand pointing towards the starry sky.

“Shooting stars! Quick, make a wish!”

The two of you glance upon the sky with sparkling eyes, Kid for once speechless as he watches a whole tirade of shooting stars crossing the night sky above you, his arm wrapped tight around your waist. You have your arms around his neck, leaning against him with the biggest smile on your face. So many wishes in one night, you sure felt very lucky. Only when the shooting stars faded away did you face each other, still at loss for words about what just happened.

“What did you wish for?”, you whisper, leaning your forehead against his, your fingers tracing down from his jar to his neck.

“Can’t tell you, dummy. Don’t you know it won’t come true when I do?”, he huffs, pulling you closer in this lap, wrapping his coat around you. “But I can show you…”

And just like that Kid lies back down again, dragging you with him. You can feel his heart drumming fast under your fingertips when he buries one hand in your hair, pulling you closer until his lips crash on yours. He kisses you with hunger, as if he was praying for salvation, offering you his love on the edge of a knife, mumbling out your name over and over again, but all you could hear were three words.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

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