#doctorgerth

「 Part One | Part Two 」

a/n: Anon, thank you for blessing me with this because I have *thoughts* about breeding kinks, and these men were too fun to write this for! Not sure if it was good timing or bad including Shanks in this tho 💀 I saw ur second ask requesting to add Law, of course it was no problem to do so! Hope you enjoy <3

featuring: Mihawk, Shanks, Smoker, & Law x F!Reader

warnings: ns.fw, 18+ content, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, messy creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom! Mihawk / Shanks / Smoker, mean!dom Law, sub!reader, mating press, one instance of degradation (“dumb little wh*re”), one use of “mommy”, use of contraceptives, coercion?, praise, cervix kissing.

FEM!S/O WITH BREEDING KINK

Now that I’m in Demon Slayer hell…I’m on my hands and knees begging for some soft touches with Gyomei, if at all possible, please! Thanks Em for all you do and I’m already crying over how sweet this is going to be! ❤️

♡ THANK YOU COOP! I really hope you enjoy this 🤧I've never written for sweet, soft Gyomei before and he fit so perfectly with the fluff and ahhhh! Thanks for your constant support and I'm gonna cry now because you're too nice to me and are the actual best 😭

It was one of those rare quiet nights where Gyomei and you could relax. It was peaceful—no worries of demons, no thoughts of fighting. Just you two; your head rested on his muscular arms, the sound of his shakuhachi flute, and the sense of calmness the Stone Hashira naturally radiated. It was only when he placed his flute down for the night that he could notice how still you were. Your full weight on his arm, the deepness of your breathing. Gyomei smiled, tears running down his eyes at how wonderfully peaceful you sounded when you rested, and how deeply your trust was for him to allow yourself to fall asleep here like this. He slowly turned, letting you fall into his arms as he gently scooped you up into those warm and strong arms, and carried you to bed. As he placed you down, making sure your head was perfectly on your pillow and your body comfortably on the bed; he pressed a light kiss on your forehead, and pulled a blanket over you, mumbling a soft "Goodnight my love, I shall be here when you wake." against your skin.

Oohhh another first time writing. Hope you like this one Coop! Sending you all the love! <3

"You never have fun outside."

Tobirama looked up at you from his paperwork. One eyebrow raised, he didn't seem too impressed by your sudden remark.

"I train outside. That's nice. And then I work."

"That's the problem. Eat, sleep, work, train,... you never do anything fun." You put extra emphasis on the last word, as if voicing it extra explicitly would make the concept suddenly that much more attractive to the Hokage.

"Y/n. I love you. But you know just as much as anyone else that I have duties to do and I can't jus-"

"yeah, yeah, you can't just have fun", you interrupted them, imitating his voice with a mockingly serious face. He wasn't impressed, nor amused.

"Just an hour or two. A walk. When was the last time you saw a tree without it being training time?"

"Oh now you're just using hyperboles."

"I'll give you a hyperbole. You're going to finish that and spend some nice time outside, or you'll sleep on the couch for the rest of the week."

He groaned. Low blow. But he himself wondered why he was even putting up a fight. After all, the prospect of spending some time with you wasn't a bad one. Far from it actually. He just didn't like admitting he was wrong.

"That's blackmailing, y/n"

"But is it working?" You noticed how he had already put down his pen and grinned.

"Yes."

no one asked for this but because I’ve seen other people ask others, I just thought it’d be fun to share my own thoughts! :> I don’t actually know who considers me a mutual, so I’ll do the people I can remember most— I’ll limit to 8.

yes, some of these are mostly because I know they love that character but that’s NOT THE ONLY REASON! Please do not be offended on who I ship you with.

animes include : one piece, tokyo revengers, obey me!, bnha, haikyuu, kuroko no basket, jujutsu kaisen, etc.

@kaizokuwritings : Meli!! I know you’re into the older types, and if I offend you, please forgive me— but I think you’ll be a great match for Takami Keigo or Satoru Gojo, both a bit older men that are childish, playful and handsome lol. They’re extremely protective and can be huge teases but they’re still always there for you and I think it’ll be cute with you paired with one of them. Or both. ;)

@silenceofthecookies : Cookie!! I think you’ll go with Dabi or Shuuji Hanma ( tokyo rev ), who both are antagonists/villains in a way— they’re harsh, but hot as fuck and most definitely possessive. They don’t hesitate to hurt anyone who tries to look your way and take you away from them but they’ll buy the world for you because you just mean that much to them.

@vemuabhi : I won’t lie, Abhi. I really think you deserve someone super soft and sweet and the first person that comes to mind is actually Izuku Midoriya or Sugawara Koushi. Both are rather very kind, and could definitely be a bit of a teasing type, and just treat you right, you know?

@quirkyseastone : hi em!! for you, I thinkkk, Matsuno Chifuyu ( tokyo rev ) or Shinsou Hitoshi! ngl it was a little difficult but I think these two are right because they’re both the quiet but strong as fuck badasses who will definitely protect you and possibly provoke anyone who’s insulting you and won’t hesitate to stand up to them and kick ass, yk? And deep down, both are semi-introverted souls that just want to make you as happy as you’d make them :)

@sovtspades : Ash!! It’s been a while but hi!! Hope you’re doing okay! And I think you’re a great match for Portgas D. Ace or Beelzebub! ( obey me! ) these two are types who not just eat a lot, but are extremely protective and kind, and I just think someone with those kind of traits are something you’d like!

@idontlikeiobsesswriting : doe!! I know your favorite is Katakuri, haha, but I think you’ll be a pretty great match with Draken ( tokyo rev ) or Satan ( obey me! ), these men are more serious types sorta, but they definitely are just the calmer, reserved types that open up to their s/o’s when they slowly start trusting you. They’re family men, similarly to Katakuri and I just think you’ll do well with them! :)

@ochizokulevy : Levy, I think you’ll be a great match for Kiyoshi Teppei or Kita Shinsuke, just because they both seem like great husbands to have, just great boyfriend material that’ll always be there for you during your ups and downs and are just very kind and caring :>

@doctorgerth : hi doc!! For you, I think either Bokuto Kotarou or Denki Kaminari! I just think that these two are like, beefcakes lol, but really are playful guys and can be childish and though they have their own personal goals and dreams, once they met you, they can only just focus on keeping you smiling, because your smile is what brightens their day. They’ll do anything to ensure that you’re cheery again because they’re sweet and dorky :)

There were probably better matching people for you all, but I just got home from work and I’m tired. :)

I wanted to write for Roze and Nille ( dreamingrouge and quartermera respectfully ) but idk if they still consider me mutual— I haven’t interacted with them in forever and I got shy. 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

and sorry to people I forgot!! <3 I’ll do a new post if you want to see who I ship you with regarding my anime lovers.

Hiiii!

I’m new on the One Piece fanfic scene but I had a ton of fun writing this first little story for the One Piece of Summer Writing Challenge! (also please forgive me if there’s multiple submissions i’m returning to tumblr after like an 8 year hiatus lol) (also also i’m sorry i’m verbose i hope this isn’t too long)

Warnings: some language

Word Count: 3628

Word Prompt: Heat

You can hardly believe that it’d been two whole years since the crew had been together. Two years. Holy shit. You feel a lump in your throat as you approach Shakky’s place. You have no idea who, if anyone, had already arrived. Your heart races excitedly at the thought and a small smile creeps over your features. You make yourself sit on a nearby bench and breathe before you hike the last flight of stairs to the bar. It’s a hot day, impossibly hot and you sit and take a sip of water from your hip flask. The cool liquid pours down your throat and you sigh happily as you wonder what the very near future would hold.

Would it be Franky? You imagine the blue-haired madman, and laugh. Maybe he’d found another way to fuel his cyborg frame other than cola. You laugh again.

Who am I kidding? You think to yourself. The reason he runs on cola is because he wants to run on cola.

Or maybe it would be Usopp or Chopper? The last time you saw Chopper, it had been so frightening. He was vast and out of control from using those rumble balls. A shudder runs up your spine at the thought, but you push the thought away shaking your head. Your h/c hair ruffles at the motion, and you push a strand out of your face as you stare at the ground beneath your boots. Usopp, you are sure, will be one of the early ones, not wanting to be one-upped. You roll your eyes, your mind’s ear imagining him shouting, “Well, of course I’m here first! I’m the great captain Usopp!”

You already know what Brook--you mean “Soul King” had been up to. You laugh. You had to admit that his stuff was pretty catchy, and you wonder if he’d even want to come back to the pirate life after all that fame and fortune. It had been nice over the last two years to follow him in the papers whenever you could; a small link to your old life had been comforting and familiar.

Nami and Robin were almost certainly already here--Nami, probably off conning some shop owner into giving their store away half-price, and Robin wandering around looking at architecture, reading a book, or saying weirdly cryptic lines to passersby. You sigh fondly, reminiscing about the times the three ladies of the Strawhats spent together. Not having had many female friends to speak of before the Strawhats, it had been nice to have some badass women to bond with over the months before your separation. In your two years alone, you’d missed the companionship.

Maybe Sanji is at Shakky’s already, cooking up some delicious concoction for you to devour. Your stomach grumbles on cue, and your mouth waters thinking about it. If Luffy was already here, then any food would be gone twice over. Of all the changes that are sure to have occurred, your captain’s appetite is the least likely to change. You can only imagine what power he has achieved in the last two years. Your stomach sinks a bit thinking about when you learned of Ace’s death in the Paramount War. The pain Luffy must have endured. Alone. But, he was not one to dwell, and wouldn’t want you to either.

So you don’t. You’re strong--much stronger than you were the last time the crew saw you. You’re not the same girl that you were two years ago. No, not even close. You’re taller, with broader shoulders and hips. While you were once slender due to malnutrition, you are now toned and muscled after two years of hard training. You felt vitality that you once never thought you’d feel coursing through your muscles. Your top, frayed at the hem, falls to just above your naval and drapes over one shoulder, leaving the other uncovered. Your s/c flesh is exposed to the waistband of your khaki shorts. The leather of your boots is soft and worn, the same pair you’d been wearing when you were launched away from your crew by Kuma. The holster dangling from your waist carried some of your throwing knives, which you twiddle absently at your side in nervousness. You had become adept at hand to hand combat since the crew saw you last. You are nimble, fast and lethal. You smirk and let the confidence roll over your body. You can’t wait to see how skilled everyone else had become.

You flex and stretch, standing up from the bench and begin your ascent up the stairs. They groan under your weight and you shift the bag on your shoulder, securing it more tightly against your body. You feel your heart beginning to race again at the thought of the final crew member. You can only imagine how strong he’d become.

Zoro.

You think of his green hair, and his white shirt, the top buttons always haphazardly undone. His slim black pants and boots, the sound of his earrings jangling in the sea breeze. You see his tight, intense gaze and that smirk that always weakened your knees. The knot in your stomach tangles more at the thought as you crest the top of the stairs. You recall the days that you sat in the Crow’s Nest together as he worked out. He never paid you much attention, but simply tolerating your presence in his sacred space made you feel important.

You feel the heat rise to your face and you can’t tell if it’s because of the sweltering sun of the Archipelago or the indecent thoughts that have begun to flood your mind. You take a deep breath as you nearly reach the doorway of Shakky’s place, when you stop in your tracks at the silhouette in the doorway. The sun is bright, so you can’t make out who it is right away, but as the figure takes a step, there’s no mistaking that green head of hair.

“Well,” You hear Shakky’s voice from inside the bar.

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d be the first,” You hear Rayleigh’s voice chime in.

The greenette stays silent for a moment and then replies, “Oh yeah? Nobody else has shown up.” He pauses. “Well damn, guess they got lost.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice. It’s unmistakable.

Before you can stop yourself, you call out to him. “Zoro!” You immediately flush, but you know this time it’s not from the heat.

You see Zoro stiffen at your voice, but he quickly turns around and meets your gaze with his own.

Christ…

You immediately notice that your eyes only meet one of his, a scar running from forehead to cheekbone on the left side of his face, his eye tightly shut. It makes him look even more ruggedly attractive, if at all possible, and you allow yourself to stare for a moment.  His jaw, still angular and chiseled, is formed into a lazy half-smirk. Your e/c eyes trail down from his jaw to his throat and his collarbone, a body part you became intimately familiar with when you’d spent long moments staring at it over the top of his unbuttoned shirt, wondering what it would be like to nuzzle your face into its contours.

A part you are not used to seeing so casually, was the rest of his broad chest, which is exposed under the deep green coat he was wearing, the trademark Mihawk scar that ran from shoulder to hip still proudly displayed. You are glad to see that his haramaki remained unchanged over the last two years along with the three swords he carries at his side. He shifts his weight to his left side and leans his forearm on the hilt of his swords.

“Y/n!” He replies with a broad grin of recognition. He jogs toward you, and you find yourself moving towards him too.

Zoro is stunned to see you. In all honesty, he is stunned to know that he’s the first to arrive in the first place. Although, he did leave several weeks prior. Just in case.

You are...so different. His eyes move across your body, and he coughs, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks. He grits his teeth frustratedly.

Shit...get it together. He thinks to himself.

“I can’t believe we’re the first ones here!” You say, before pausing. “Actually...how the hell are you the first one here??”

You laugh and he manages to chuckle too. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He jokes.

“Shakky and Raleigh inside?” You ask, jabbing your thumb towards the open door to the bar.

Zoro nods, rubbing a calloused hand at the nape of his neck. “Yep, they’re in there. Waiting like the old gossips they are.” He laughs quietly, shaking his head.

You can’t help but watch his arm move behind his head. His worn bandana is tied around his bicep over the top of his coat, and you can’t help but imagine how his tanned skin stretches over the muscle there. You realize, too late, that you had been silent for a beat too long.

“Y/n? You good?” He asks, raising a brow.

Your attention snaps back like a rubber band and you laugh nervously. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry. Just can’t believe how long it’s been.” You say lamely.

You walk into the bar, Zoro trailing behind you and you greet Shakky and Rayleigh with a wide grin. Shakky compliments your new look, making you spin around as if to show off your outfit. You can’t help but feel confident and a surge of pride wells within you. She pours you a drink, having already poured one for Zoro, and invites you to sit down at a far booth. You sit next to Rayleigh, playfully bumping him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder. He gives you an affectionate squeeze as he tells you how pleased he is to see you guys again. Zoro takes a seat at the far corner of a booth. He props his feet up and takes a long drag of sake straight from the bottle. He’d already finished the drink that was poured, naturally, and stopped Shakky before she could pour him another. He asked for the bottle, shrugging and said that we should just “cut out the middleman.”

You regale the three others in your tales of the last two years. You speak about your Master, your training, the island you’d resided on, everything. Shakky gives updates too, about some of the rumors that had been floating around in the Strawhats’ absence, particularly about Luffy and Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro. Shakky, never one to be subtle, asks Zoro pointblank about what he’d been up to.

“Eh, not too much excitement,” He says vaguely. “The usual. Swords, drinking, naps.” Shakky rolls her eyes, unsatisfied, but you just laugh, knowing that he was not one to talk too much about himself.

After a long while, the four of you notice that the sun has begun to set. You are beginning to feel the drinks you’d consumed, your laughter a bit louder, your tongue a bit looser, your hair a bit wilder. The bar is illuminated in deep orange and red hues and you glance over at Zoro. Half of his face is cast in shadow, while the other half colored the same tint as the room. It looks almost as if he is on fire and you are mesmerized by him. He’s staring at you intently. You see beads of sweat along his hairline, and you notice that he has removed his outer coat.

“Damn Shakky,” He breathes, not breaking eye contact with you. “I don’t remember it being this hot two years ago.”

Shakky laughs. “Well, we’re going through a bit of a heatwave right now. It’s unusual for this time of year, but occasionally the weather currents bring a front in. It’s supposed to be like this for the next few days.”

His knees are propped up and he rests his forearms on top of them as he breaks your gaze and looks out the window. HIs profile is immaculate, and your eyes trace each feature--his straight nose, his angled jaw, and his full lips. Your lips subconsciously part, and it isn’t until you feel your tongue on them that you notice how you’re staring. Shakky, however, has noticed how the two of you have been trading stares at each other the entire evening. She smirks and stands with a yawn.

“Well Rayleigh,” She starts. “It seems likes it’s about time to close up shop for the evening. You good?”

Rayleigh looks confused at first, however, when Shakky gestures quickly to you and Roronoa, Rayleigh nods knowingly. He looks down at his nearly full drink and smiles. He tips his head back and swigs down the rest, placing the empty glass resolutely on the hard wood. “You know what, Shakky? You’re absolutely right. These old bones can’t drink like they used to. I’m headed down to my place at the docks. It’s cooler there anyway.” He stands up and bids the room farewell. The doorbell jingles behind him as he exits the bar.

You get the feeling that they’d been watching you and Zoro, and you feel embarrassed. But you don’t want to complain. You just hope that Zoro wouldn’t be ready to turn in yet either.

Shakky approaches Zoro and gives him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Night, Roronoa. If you get lonely, my room is always open.” She winks at him, entertained by how he squirms at the unexpected contact.

“Uh, yeah, sure…” He mutters, flustered. Shakky laughs.

“Shit Roronoa, just relax. I’m only kidding.” She walks over to a door behind the bar, presumably that led to her sleeping quarters, and opens it. “Or am I?” She grins slyly.

This time, Zoro knows better. The greenette shakes his head with a chuckle. “Goodnight, Shakky.”

She, too, disappears. The door closes behind her with a soft click, and the two of you are left alone. The sun has finally set beneath the mangroves and the sound of crickets fills the room. Despite the sun having set, the room is humid and very warm.

You reach a slender hand up and wipe beads of condensation off the back of your neck with a nervous sigh. “You’re right, Zoro,” You say after a moment. “It is absolutely stifling in here.”

He hums in agreement and holds up the bottle of sake questioningly. You nod and he tosses the closed bottle to you. However, his toss is a little short and to the left. But you’re fast and you catch it without a problem, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Aim much?” You joke as you pour yourself another drink before tossing it back to him.

He catches it easily and smirks. “Well, just checking to see if all that training you were going on about actually paid off.” He takes a swig. “Seems like it did.”

You were unbelievable. Zoro marvels at your agility. He had been enthralled as you told your story of the last two years. He watched the way your eyes lit up in excitement at certain parts or when your tone shifted to something more sinister. This was the y/n he’d always known--vibrant, curious and powerful. Zoro has always admired your tenacity. It was something of himself that he saw in you. He admired your intelligence as well, and your quick wit. It had always been a little intimidating, but now you were a force. It overwhelmed the swordsman. And thrilled him in the same way a new enemy excited him, got his adrenaline pumping and his heart racing.

He watches as you take a sip of your drink. His gaze follows the long line of your neck down to your collarbone, which he finds himself lingering on for longer than what was appropriate between nakama. You had always been objectively attractive, but Zoro never really paid attention to things like that. But now, you made that impossible to ignore. He is very attracted to you, entranced by your confident aura that pours off of you like cool sake.

The alcohol warms your blood and before you know what you’re doing, you prop your elbow on the table and say, “Seems like your training paid off too. I mean, look at you. All extra-muscley and shit.”

Zoro’s eyes widen slightly before he laughs out loud. “Thank you? I think.”

The liquid courage you’ve consumed does little for your filter (or your shame) so you continue. “I remember when I used to hang out in the Crow’s nest while you worked out. You were strong then, obviously. But it’s different now. You seem...invincible.” You breathe.

Zoro takes a moment to consider. “Invincible, huh?” He chuckles. “Hardly.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, but don’t reply.

Zoro stands up, his coat remaining in his seat. Your eyes follow the contour of his chest and he notices you watching him. He loves knowing that you look at him the same way that he looks at you.

“Come on,” He says after a moment, holding out his free hand, the other still holding the bottle of sake.

You take it without thinking. “Where are we going?” His hand is rough and cool to the touch, despite the heat in the room. He’s never held your hand before now. His good eye lands on you with a smirk that turns the knot low in your stomach.

“Up,” He replies in a whisper.

You nod wordlessly and stand up, trailing behind him as he walks towards the back door of the bar. When you exit, you sigh happily when a cool breeze flows along your damp skin. He echoes the sentiment with a contented hum, and continues towards the side of the building where he finds a ladder.

“Ladies first,” He grins, gesturing for you to climb the ladder up to the roof of the bar.

You raise an eyebrow, but comply nonetheless. As you climb, you make sure to move your hips more exaggeratedly, knowing the view you were providing him.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, of course, and admires your ass as you climb the ladder. You really are something. He wants to do more than just hold your hand. He wants to trail his hands along your curves, feel your strong body against the planes of his chest. He wants to know what your lips taste like, what your h/c hair feels like entangled in his fingers. But he knows that he needs to take it slow for both of your sake. It’s been two years. A lot has changed, and you are still his nakama first and foremost. There’s nothing that he would sacrifice to keep that.

The ladder is taller than you think it is by looking at it and when you arrive at the top of the bar, you are surprised to find an expansive platform.

“Wow,” You look open-mouthed. “How’d you know this was up here?” You look to Zoro who hops up onto the platform.

He shrugs. “I didn’t. I just saw the ladder earlier and figured it would be worth exploring.”

He walks up behind you in all of his shirtless beauty and sits, his legs apart as he leans back on his forearms. You’re still standing, looking up at the vast mangroves all around you, the stars peeking through the tree-tops. He lets you admire the scenery because it gives him a few moments to admire you. He clears his throat to get your attention and pulls you down to him.

With a light gasp, you find yourself sitting between his legs, your back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. You are blushing furiously now. He hums contentedly, moving to nuzzle your hair and inhale your clean scent.

“What are you doing?” You manage to croak out.

“Enjoying the company,” He murmurs into the side of your neck.

You feel his heart beating swiftly against your back as you lean into him with a deep sigh. Your brain wants to overcomplicate this.

What does this mean? What does he want? Does he feel the same way about me that I feel about him? Does he...you gulp. Does he...want me, the way that I want him?

He feels you stiffen. “Y/n, hey,” He says. “It’s okay. This doesn’t have to mean anything that we don’t want it to mean.”

It seems like mind-reading is on the roster of new super powers he’s acquired. You grumble internally.

He laughs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he moves away. You whimper softly at the loss of contact, and turn to face him with a confused look. Though he did shift backwards, he didn’t move all that far away from you, so you’re surprised that you’re nearly face to face when you turn around.

He gently touches his thumb to your parted lips. “We’ve got time, y/n. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. So let’s just take the time and figure it out.” He smiles.

You feel your heart swell in your chest as you meet his intense stare. “Y-yeah, o-okay.” You stutter, still not quite believing that Roronoa Zoro has anything he wants to figure out with you. Your reverie is interrupted by Zoro’s gentle kiss. It’s a kiss that foreshadows what else could come of it, one that’s slow and burning and brimming with possibilities. He pulls away with a shudder.

a scene from one of my favorite fics Blushing Faces by @doctorgerth 

hi doc! thanks for your nice message💕☀️. don't worry! i know i'm well surrounded and that's all that matters. you're all great people and i'm glad to be a part of this fandom despite some anons.

One Piece of Summer Prompt: Sunshine

Character: X Drake

@doctorgerth and @laws-yellow-submarine

Ever since he had been forced to swallow down the Ryu Ryu no Mi Model: Allosaurus. Drake had become accustomed to the fact that the feeling of sunlight on his skin was rather pleasant, much pleasant than it had been when he was much smaller and on the rare days minion island had clear skies. He hadn’t thought much of it until he gained the advanced senses of his Zoan fruit.

As a man who rather liked lizards anyways, Drake knew that it was the sun that energized and warmed up the cold bloodedness that was reptiles. And now as one of those himself, Drake rather liked the sun now among other things... Those other things being the rare times he indulged in a massage under said sun rays at the recommendation of his ships doctor who had been concerned with the ever increasing tension mounting in his strong back.

Which was why he was currently led to a soft exercise mat to lie on with which one of his crewmen known for his expert masseuse skills was kneeling besides it. Completely prepped with a set of oils and the like, Drake knew he was in for some intense deep-tissue as it was called. The allosaur within him was already rumbling at the idea.

“Are you sure? You know you don’t have to do this Archer...”

“I insist Captain, considering we’ve been through a rough patch of seas, you deserve at least a little bit of rest before we hit the next Island so that you’re ready to take on anything ya’know?”

Ah there it was, his crew never failed to impress him with their loyalty, even when it came to watching out for him in terms of his health. Drake had always been strict with not only others but with himself as well as apart of his unfortunate upbringing. And it seems his crew have come to catch onto things lately on especially dark nights for the ginger captain.

Now not wanting to pass up on what was being offered from his crew, Drake came to kneel on the mat having already discarded his cape and leathery shirt to the side as he did so, before completely coming to a rest on his stomach to absorb the heat of the sun into his pores before the other man began.

He let the burly man do what he liked to position his arms in a more correct and relaxed position before he got to work squirting a generous amount of sandalwood oil by the scent of it onto thick fingers, rubbing it for a few seconds so as to warm it up before proceeding to slather it all over his Captains back.

With his left cheek pressed into the wood boarding of the deck, Drake appraised his fellow crewman and physical advisor with half-lidded reptilian eyes. The pupils themselves already nearly rounded in their dilated state so as to show how pleased he already was with the proceedings.

Taking this as a sign to continue, Archer continued the massage by thoroughly pressing into the knots formed near his Captains neck, thumbs dug into the crux of his neck and shoulder in order to work out the tension lingering there. The effort was quickly rewarded with a quiet pleased groan as Drake’s eyes were now shut, leaning his forehead onto the deck in order to welcome more of that touch onto tense shoulders.

After insuring that the knots residing there were completely smoothed out with just a few more rubs, Archer moved lower onto his back, giving the shoulder blades special attention as he began to repeatedly roll flesh around up and down the length of the tall mans back. The expanse of which almost shone under the sun with the oil being used to glaze his skin.

At this point a pleased rumble began to stir in Drake’s chest at all of this attention, by now he was almost passed out at all the pleasing sensations and scents around him and was more than ready to take a nap back in his quarters after this was all said and done.

The last bit of the massage passed by almost far too quickly than Drake would have liked as Archer gave a few last smoothing out rubs around his lower back and hips before clapping his hands together at a job well done considering the blissful expression donning his Captains face by now. On the verge of drooling now, Drake’s eyes had returned to a sky blue as he made some effort to push himself up onto his knees again, giving a few satisfied roll of his shoulders to test out the now reinvigorated muscles.