Stolen Voice (Shanks × Reader)

Ten

You shudder as you feel the coldness of the gold earring over your skin, followed by the warmth of his lips under the chain of the jewelry.

You let your world fall into sweet, consuming darkness as you close your eyes and let your senses be guided by his touch and his touch only.

It's a ray of light and love and care and whispers against your chest, stealing heat from your body and breathing it back into you as emotions he can't show you any other way.

These promises find their way through your blood to carry them through your heart, and you hear him singing for you from a dimension where you are the same soul.

You don't mind being silent, because you know he can hear you the same way.

The softness of his hair is a gentle bliss in your fingers, and you change your grip over it to make him turn his head up.

You look at his face, dim in the hazy light of the Moon, yet still so clear and precious to you.

He makes you forget everything you have ever known or been worried about.

Shanks smiles and tilts his head, and you notice how he holds the earring with his teeth.

You blush from how perfect he looks, how his eyes measure you wildly yet still with adornment.

You reach down, your fingertip running over his smooth lips before you take the piece of gold, placing it to your ear as he leans back to your neck, his hands following the line of your side, waist, and hip, then down to your thighs, still careful with your injury.

You close your eyes again to let him be your anchor to reality, the pressure of his body against yours, the roughness of his want as he moves your legs to lay above you, and you are burning from him, for him, with him.

You whisper his name silently, and the young man smiles at you again.

The care that blooms in your chest from this simple gaze is so profound that it hurts in a way you have never known before.

He kisses your cheek, your forehead, then your lips, quick, brief joys that make you chuckle and pull him even closer until you can't sense where you end, and he begins.

You feel tense and heavy one moment, then light as a feather in the next one.

You welcome him as if he arrives home to you, and he claims you as if you were his greatest treasure.

It's a slow, tender feeling, and you are floating in the calm sea as the Sun sets, and while the waves grow stronger, faster, he keeps you safe and opens you wide to read every letter and thought that was written into you by the ink of life.

He learns you, rules you, and obeys you, while you trace the shapes of his muscles, his smile, his words as his voice pleads you to be his own.

Time passes through the two of you, having lost its power and infinity, as a river running over ancient ruins held at its depth.

Your mind falls out of its sanity as he guides you, and you strain while stealing the air from his mouth, praying for him to let you ascend again to the surface, to bring you with himself, and to live differently at a place full of love and care where no harm can reach you, and it will be all just like a dream.

He breathes in sharply and buries his face into your neck, his hand pulling back your hair, and your back arches as you cry out for him, and his breath strokes your jaw before he tastes your skin once more.

Shanks whimpers quietly as he lays on his back, pulling you with himself.

You nestle to his side and hide under the tender dome of his left arm, waiting for your heartbeat to slow down, and the pulse of his veins by his wrist above your shoulder to calm.