I just watched the long walk like yesterday and Ray was certainly my favorite next to Collie Parker and harkness.
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Sweet baby Ray.
Sweet loving Ray, who knows what it's like to be ridiculed for his body weight so he has no preferences for his lover's. He doesn't care about your weight, he just loves you. He loves to run his hands over all parts of your body, every inch of skin no matter how much. He loved to compliment you.
The lover, Ray. The gentleman. Holds every door open, does more household chores than necessary and loves cooking dinner for you. He'll run your baths if you ever mention wanting one and go out to buy anything if you ever mention wanting it, even in passing.
He knows how to treat a lady. He likes dancing to old records in the kitchen, singing along and making you laugh. He loves singing songs that his mom sung to him.
he craves the small intimate moments in romance. Playing with your hair, touching your cheek, his head against your chest. Kissing your cheek, your forehead. All the small, sweet affections.
he loves keeping his hand in your back pants pocket. He Likes keeping you by his side. He's rather clingy like that. When you're cuddling he's rather adamant you don't move or leave, especially when he's extra comfortable.
His favorite time is mornings with you. He never really cared about mornings that much until he met you. Mornings remind him that every day he wakes up with you is another blessing. He loves seeing your soft peaceful expression when you were still asleep. How soft and gentle you looked, how lucky he was to have you.
He's a very trusting boyfriend. He believes that you wouldn't cheat and trusts that you're as loyal as he is. He never asks to look through your texts, or go through any of your things. He's innocently loyal and determined to believe that you'd never do something like that.
he's a very sweet dork. He loves music, books and learning about every culture and history there is. He's very curious and interested in the world and would love to learn about it with you.
Anything that you like is something he likes. He would happily listen to you tell him about anything at all, because what makes you happy makes him happy. Firm and honest believer in "happy wife, happy life" and other such happy marriage quotes. If you're happy, he's 10x happier.
whenever you're just sitting, watching TV, he can't help but drift his eyes to you instead of the TV. Eventually he just starts focusing entirely on you and forgetting about the TV just to stare lovingly at your face.
Usually this ends in him falling asleep because you just make him feel so safe and comfortable and he feels so relaxed it makes him sleepy and he can't stay awake anymore. You're his happy place. His safe person, and the one person he'd think about if he ever faced a life-or-death situation.
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He pleasures you so gently. He loves doing things just for you, whether his mouth against your pussy or his soft fingers, he does everything he can go keep you sexually pleasured. Normal intercourse is of course lovely too, but he's so sweet he's afraid he might hurt you so you have to patiently convince him that nothing will happen.
When you do have real intercourse, he's so slow and gentle to start. He only speeds up if you ask him and reassure him, but he loves to go slow because he wants to savor and enjoy every sensation of the moment.
He whimpers and whines. Most certainly, wether or not you're on top. And yes, he's a switch and submissive enough to go either way to upon request.
He loves seeing you naked. Your body in lingerie, just underwear or absolutely nothing at all is absolutely gorgeous to him, any imperfections and all. He loves if you sleep in nothing but your underwear, because it means he can feel your soft skin more.
Unless you're actively looking to have children together, he's very strict about condoms, something both of his parents were very stern about.
Of course, in the case that you are trying for a baby, he secretly has a bit of a breeding kink, but he excuses it as he just wants to be sure you'll actually get pregnant. And in the situation he does, let's just hope you've been planning on having more then one.
(I don't know how weed works I've only seen it in movies so this might be inaccurate weed-wise.)
Description:
You were a prostitute. Despite that being your least favorite description of your job, that's what you were called. Your first "offer" just so happened to be the one guy who wasn't interested in that at all.
He was also a stoner.
It's only natural was came next.
This wasn't really how you imagined your life to turn out. Selling your pictures online for money to afford your apartment and food. It was degrading, but you had to survive. You got good money, just not enough to really pay for rent. Pictures just weren't as good as he real experience, you suppose. You were really coming up short, the rent was almost due.
You couldn't get a job in time. But you knew what could come quicker. You set your profile up on a site for that sort of thing. A forum for the women who did that, where people would message you and set up an "appointment". It wasn't good. You knew this wasn't good, you didn't want to do this. But what choice did you have? Or at least you didn't think you had a choice.
Soon you received your first message. It wasn't anonymous. It was a guy with a profile picture who looked like the average dude. Based on your prices, you were surprised he was willing to pay on the high side, but you weren't going to complain. His name was Clay. You found that out by speaking to him about an arrangement. His apartment was only a drive away, and luckily you hadn't sold your car along with your dignity yet so you were fine with driving over to his. You knew this wasn't safe. Of course it wasn't. But you had rent to pay.
You arrived at his apartment later that night. Immediately it smelled like marijuana, you noted, even right outside the door. Apartment number "20" on floor 4. 4...20. 420. Clever.
You knocked softly, receiving a man who told you to come in, so you opened the door. He wasn't looking anywhere but your eyes. Not oogling or looking at your curves. "Heyyy..." He spoke in a relaxed tone. He was obviously a little stoned.
"So... What exactly are you looking for?" You sounded unsure. You could hear yourself and you sounded uncomfortable.
He chuckled softly, his smile unnecessarily soft and calming.
"Oh... Actually, I have to say... I don't do this kind of thing really. I know this isn't really what normal people pay you for, but I was wondering if maybe we could just... Cuddle. Maybe share a joint."
He looked hopeful and relaxed.
You thought he was joking. ".. this... This is supposed to be for s-sex."
He nodded understandingly, kind. He stood up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed and approached, his walk lazy and slow, more like a cat lazily stalking his prey than a man wanting to take advantage of someone. There was nothing animalistic in his eyes, not the least bit of malice.
"Yeah, I know." He agreed, his tone casual, unbothered, "I'm just not really in the mood for that right now."
"then why did you message me." You sounded confused. You were.
"Because... Because I'm lonely. It's probably not what you expected, but... I'm just having a really shitty time lately and I need someone to hold."
His voice was calm but sincere, and he maintained eye contact while he placed a hand on your arm, like a silent request for you to trust him.
"I know this is the kind of thing I should get from a girlfriend, but Most girls I go out with aren't... Into cuddling."
He looked like a puppy that needed attention.
"They're more into hooking up and stuff, not... You know, affection."
"And... You think a prostitute would be any different? When mu entire job is to hook up?"
You sounded incredulous, but not rude.
"Yeah, well... I'm paying you, aren't I?" He tried to sound cheeky.
"to ... Cuddle?" You questioned.
"Yes, to cuddle... And to talk."
Clay nodded, his hand still cupping your face, his thumb still tracing your jaw in an absent-minded motion.
"And maybe to smoke some weed, if you're okay with that."
He chuckled again, his voice low.
"C'mon... It'll make cuddling so much better."
"don't try to coerce me into it." You furrowed your soft brows.
"Not coercing," he murmured, "Just trying to get you to open up a bit. Relax."
His hands moved to your thighs, pulling you closer as he sat back down on the bed and brought you to stand between his legs. his touch now sliding up and down the soft flesh, tracing small circles. He still had that smirk on his face, but his eyes were softer, like he genuinely wanted to soothe you.
"You just seem tense is all."
"... I don't want anything to strong." You didn't feel uncomfortable with this touch, surprisingly. He touched you like he worshipped you and loved you, not like he was asking anything from your body.
"Don't worry," he murmured, his hands still tracing lazy patterns on your thighs, "I was just thinking some nice, mellow indica. It won't knock you out or make you freak out. It just... Relaxes you, makes everything feel soft. It's perfect for cuddling."
"... Alright. Yeah, that sounds ok." You sighed, trying to put as much trust in him as you had.
He was gentle as he pulled you down onto his legs to sit on his lap, his one hand going to rest on your thigh and the other on your waist.
"That's the spirit." He murmurs, his gaze still on your face, "Just relax, babe." He didn't call you that in a derogatory term, just something sweet and caring.
He reached for a blunt and rose patterned lighter laying on the bed, lighting the blunt and taking a puff before offering it to you.
"You don't have to if you don't want. It's very light."
You looked him in the eyes and saw nothing but genuine sweetness and affection. You gently took the rolled blunt, holding is like a cigarette and breathing it in. He chuckled softly as you coughed slightly.
"Ahh, you're okay. They always cough the first time."
He gently rubbed your back, holding you closely.
You two shared the rest of the blunt over the course of a slow hour as the weed started kicking in. You felt more and more relaxed and ended up cuddling with him on the bed. Somewhere along the way you ended up out of that uncomfortable revealing shirt and into one of his t-shirts, just snug enough to feel comfortable. He talked you through everything, whispering softly in case you got overwhelmed.
He even kissed your cheek.
You felt more sensitive, his touch on your arm felt so tender and his caressing was so gentle. He even offered an edible brownie before bed, said it would help you sleep better. You trust him now, and he still looked sweetly. He didn't look like the type to take advantage of a girl, besides he was equally as high as you. He even ate a brownie for himself to help prove it was ok. He was just a gentleman. A very stoned gentleman.
You feel asleep with your head on his chest, more relaxed than you might have ever felt, and it wasn't just the weed.
The sea's been calling. Well, not exactly calling, because I pretty much can't swim, but you get the idea. I'm setting out to follow my dream, to find the One Piece and become King of the Pirates! All I need is a loyal crew. I think about ten men should do. It's not gonna be easy. The ocean is… is pretty big and kind of dangerous. So what do you say? Are you with me?
Iñaki Godoy as Monkey D. Luffy "Straw Hat"
ONE PIECE (2023) ☠ 1.01 "Romance Dawn"
