#benn beckman x female reader

[honeyshiddendesire]

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Benn Beckman x female reader - doll

@zorolux hope you like it

Warnings: daddy kink, blow job, deep throating/gagging/choking, hair pulling,face sitting, sloppy pussy eating, Benn’s smokin his cig as you suck his dick 

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“That’s it doll all the way down.” Benn grunts as his hand is tightly wound around your hair in a makeshift ponytail, his hips meeting your face halfway forcing his girth down your warm throat. Hearing your gag made him hiss and seeing your tears at your lash line only made him bully more of his cock in your mouth till the tip poked the back. “Fuck that’s it doll, love hearing you get all sloppy for daddy. A beautiful thing like you deserves a reward after this so don’t worry daddy’s gonna take care of you.”  

Benn’s head tipped back and free hand removed his cigarette to ash it before it dropped on your pretty head, a moan leaving you as you stared up at the handsome man that fucked into your wet throat. “Mmm~” You moan, making him hiss again before putting his cigarette back in his mouth using both hands to rapidly thrust into your mouth, gagging you even more. “Daddy’s good doll. Fuck atta girl, swallow every last bit. Nnngh~” Benn’s moans are deep as he shoots his thick load down your throat, holding you still till you’re gagging and forced to take every drop. 

Pulling you off his cock with a loud ‘pop’ you stick your tongue out for the man to examine before a proud smirk crosses over his handsome features that you loved so much. “D-did I do a good job daddy?” You breath out heavily and he only winks at you caressing your drool stained cheek. “Oh baby doll, you did better than good and I think you deserve a reward because of it.” His words make you nod as you stand up quickly making the older man laugh a bit. “Eager ain’t you doll.”

“Mmhmm~ c-can you eat me out…please?” You question with a small smile that has him grinning before putting his cigarette in the ashtray. “Oh absolutely doll, come ride my face as long as you want.” Laying down against the bed you smile happily as you rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, his strong arms yanking you towards him impatiently. “Come here and let daddy have a taste of you doll. Got me all excited now.”

His words made you giddy as you crawled up his body, his hand swatting your ass when you decided to hover even for a second longer than he wanted you to. “Sit down, doll you know I can handle you.” You let out a satisfied moan as his strong hands pulled you down by your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh making you whine. “Ugh yes daddy-fuck~” Your head tipping back as you ran your fingers in his soft hair making him groan into your cunt that he wasted no time in devouring. 

Skilled tongue diving between your folds to plunge into your slippery hole, swirling around as his nose nudged at your aching clit making you whine louder for him, his hands going to grip at your ass making you grind on his face. Despite you being above him, Benn always controlled the pace, it’s just who he was and you weren’t complaining. “F-fuck daddy feels so good when you do that!” You moan as you grind down harder making him groan into your juicy caverns. Pulling back just the slightest bit and messily kiss at your thighs before sucking your clit into his mouth, intense gaze finding yours in a second. You felt your legs shake as the coil in your tummy only wound up tighter making him wink up at you, his hands supporting your lower back when you started to arch. 

“Come on doll. Give it to me.” Benn mumbles into your cunt making you gasp not expecting him to speak the words into your sensitive pussy. He spit, sucked and lapped at your wetness as messily as possible until you were trembling above him just how he liked to see you. Tongue circling your clit before sucking on it again, moans slipping from your parted lips had him squeezing at your flesh harder, hands moving up to your neglected breast that bounced. He spelled his name on your cunt because he owned it and you couldn’t help but grind down on him further because of it. His tongue lapping up everything you gave to him with a deep and satisfied moan.  “Shi~ d-daddy fuckfuckfuck I’m gonna cum! That feels too good.” 

Slapping your ass a bit in his response as he only ate you out more like a starving man you couldn’t help but grip his hair tighter keeping him in place as you gushed down on the handsome man. “Yes~!” Your cry bounced off the wall making his eyes roll back, he just loved eating his one and only baby doll out, especially when she looked so pretty cumming the way she did for him. Sucking on your clit till you were pulling his hair to remove yourself you were met with his mischievous smirk. “Awe come on doll don’t tell me daddy wore you out already. Cause I think you’re just being greedy, let me see if you got another one in there.” 

And another orgasm turned to two, then three, then you don’t even know how many before he was fucking your brains out into the mattress, “See I knew you were holding out on me doll.” Benn finally breathes out as you both laid in bed sweaty and most definitely satisfied, a cloud of smoke leaving his mouth like a sexy dragon. Benn was a quiet man but he certainly knew his way around a lady, luckily that lady was you.

[jintaka-hane]

Want You Bad

(Beckman x f!reader)

Pt. 1 Right For The Job

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Pairing: benn beckman x!reader Summary: Starting a new job is always a challenge, especially when one of your bosses seems aloof and distant with you. What's wrong with him? Is there anything you can do to earn his trust? The story of how Benn Beckman struggles to control his attraction to you onboard. Word count: 1800 Notes: Why do I continue writing about this gentleman? Because I can't stop. This is part 1 of probably... 4. Warnings: forbidden love, oblivious to love, friends to lovers. Tag list: @i-am-vita @fanaticsnail @gingernut1314 in case you're interested!

"Not bad," you thought, quite pleased with yourself, your eyes darting from one man to the other, trying to decipher what they were thinking.

You had just completed one of the most demanding job interviews of your life, and both the questioning and the practical test had gone rather well. The rigorous testing and skills demonstration had encompassed various aspects aimed at evaluating your proficiency in maritime knowledge and practical abilities. This included boat handling, from small to medium-sized vessels, understanding meteorological phenomena and their effects on sea currents, recognizing wind patterns, and managing crisis protocols at sea.

In record time and with a stopwatch in hand, you were required to display your ability to tie various maritime knots, adjust ropes, furl sails, and climb the rigging - all without feeling dizzy.

Questions regarding survival techniques and military medicine were also asked, inquiring about first aid procedures: cleaning wounds, disinfecting, stitching up, applying creams to burns and explosion wounds… The interviewers even asked you to apply a tourniquet to one of them.

When it came to social skills, you demonstrated that you were good at connecting with people and working in teams. You had a good sense of humor, and you were loyal if you felt your team was working for a just cause.

And lastly, you showcased your specialty: making precise shots at considerable distances. You adeptly handled various firearms, with your favorite being the revolver for its lightness and practicality. While you were somewhat less enthusiastic about swords, daggers, and other bladed weapons, you could still wield them proficiently when required. You were tasked with shooting at ten different targets, and you effortlessly hit them all without difficulty.

You had, in a manner of speaking, nailed it.

All that remained was for the two men who had interviewed you to deliberate and decide whether you would become part of the red-haired crew, or if, on the contrary, you would have to continue looking for work on other vessels docked at the pier. 

"Thanks, Y/n. Just give us a sec to discuss it, okay?," the captain said, escorting you to the door of the cabin. 

You stepped out onto the deck and settled on a bench, eagerly awaiting a response. To make the wait more entertaining, you retrieved your revolver, still steaming, from its holster and began to clean the gunpowder that was on it. 

The voices of the two men could faintly be heard by the door, but you couldn't quite make out what they were saying. It seemed that if they had to discuss it, one of them was in favor of you being suitable for the job, while the other was not. You could imagine who was who... as during the interview, the captain seemed enthusiastic, while the first mate remained serious and cautious. You just hoped they would reach an agreement soon.

"Well, what do you think? Shall we keep her?" asked the red-haired captain, reclining in his chair and casually placing both feet on the table.

"Not sure, Shanks..." responded the first mate with a somewhat concerned expression.

"Why not? She aced all the tests, she's perfect. Fits right in. It's a yes from me."

"Not sure..." Beckman began to pace slowly around the room, hands behind his back, deep in thought.

"What's bothering you? That she's the only woman on board? I don't think it'll be a problem for the lads, they'll know how to behave... We just gotta lay down some ground rules, and everything will stay in order," Shanks remarked.

"The third shot was almost a miss..." Beckman stopped right in front of the table where Shanks was sitting and looked him straight in the eye.

Shanks lowered his feet, sat up in his chair, and leaned towards his friend, resting his arm on the table. "The third one... and almost... in a job interview where she was probably nervous. Come on Beck, she's one hell of a sniper, Yassop will love her."

Beckman maintained eye contact with his captain, struggling to conjure any objections against hiring the woman. After some pondering, not a single negative argument came to his mind that he dared to voice aloud. The woman was exceptional, and who was he to fight against his captain's eagerness? He let out a resigned sigh.

"Is that a yes?" Shanks' smile grew so wide it almost took up his entire face.

"A’right," he conceded, crossing his arms. 

"Settled then!" Shanks said happily, hitting the table with the palm of his hand. "Let her know. Ask her to pack up and get settled on the ship today”. He rose to his feet and retrieved the cloak hanging over the back of the chair. “I'll talk to the crew to inform the lads”.

“Aye”.

Beckman stepped out onto the deck and found you sitting on the bench, still cleaning your revolver as you waited. Upon seeing him, you immediately holstered the gun and stood up, facing each other. 

An awkward silence hung between you.

With an scrutinizing glance, he studied you, slowly withdrawing a pack of cigarettes from one of his pockets and extracting one. He tapped it against the packet several times, as though he intended to compact the tobacco inside. 

His presence was imposing. You observed his rifle snugly secured to his sash, its stock pointing upward and aimed towards the ground. With just a quick glance, you could tell it was a good gun, and you wondered if he would ever let you shoot it.

He cleared his throat, and your attention snapped back to his eyes.

"The captain wants you to settle on the ship today," he said, calmly placing the cigarette in his lips after speaking.

"YES!" You jumped and clasped your hands together in excitement before immediately realizing your lack of professionalism. "...I mean... thank you!" Your smile was broad.

He withdrew a match and struck it, the flame flickering to life. With a practiced hand, he brought it to the cigarette, shielding the flame from the wind to prevent it from extinguishing. For a moment, you considered lifting your own hand to assist him. 

"Go fetch yer things; we'll set sail by mid-afternoon," he added, taking a deep drag.

You already had all your belongings waiting at home. Being a natural optimist, and fairly confident that you would impress them with your skills, you had packed your bags in case they set sail that same day. Your luggage wasn't many, nor were they numerous, as your possessions were scarce being a practical woman who liked to constantly change places to discover new horizons. A bit of practical clothing to allow you to move with agility, some slightly more formal dresses for special occasions, the two or three books you liked the most, and the heaviest to carry: your set of firearms.

"Alright, see you in a bit!" Turning around gracefully, you hurried down the gangway to disembark from the ship.

“Don't be late”, he ordered, exhaling the smoke slowly.

“I won't!”, you shouted without a backward glance.

He watched you sprint down the gangway and leap onto solid ground. You began to run along the pier and, for a moment, you stopped and turned around to see the magnificent galleon from afar. The ropes meticulously fastened, the wood clean and varnished, the cannons stowed yet poised for any confrontation; and the sails, proudly displaying the fierce image of the skull with red stripes crossing its left eye socket. You couldn't help but smile, unable to contain your happiness.

Your new home. 

The enthusiasm on your face gave you an air of innocence that could melt even the most cold-hearted man, Beckman thought, as he rested his arms on the ship's railing, watching as you drifted further away from the ship.

You were enchanting ...

Too enchanting ...

Too enchanting for him ...

And that 's what had made him hesitate. 

His foremost duty as first mate was to ensure the safety of everyone aboard, a task demanding a steady hand and a clear mind in challenging situations that could arise at sea. And he excelled at it, remaining physically and mentally composed when precision and concentration were required. He had a knack for focusing without being sidetracked and that's why Shanks and the rest of the crew relied on him.

Yet, during the interview, his concentration had wavered, his attention captured by every movement you made, captivated by the curve of your shoulders and the line of your neck as you aimed your revolver, resolute in hitting the target. Despite his extensive experience with women, he had never encountered one who, with just a single glance, could distract him so completely.

And that was a problem.

You would be a distraction.

You would be his distraction

But that wasn't reason enough to reject your application; it was his problem, not yours, and under no circumstances would he tell Shanks the truth behind his reluctant behavior, as it would only result in him laughing in his face. It was clear that you were an incredible woman, skilled in various nautical arts and prepared for combat… it was just right to accept that you were perfect for the job.

He should only maintain his professionalism and control his emotions while working with you, and perhaps ... perhaps as the days unfolded aboard, this attraction he felt for you would fade away. You would be like a challenge to him.

Shaking his head, he headed to the upper bowcastle where Shanks was delivering a speech to the men.

"Damn, if we'd crossed paths in a village tavern where I could've let loose, things would have been mighty different," he mused.  He would have scrutinized your expertise in a field entirely different from the one you had been interviewed about, with a mattress serving as the stage for the trials.

Upon reaching the spot where the men gathered, Shanks paused and glanced at him, nodding slightly as an indication for him to come up and stand beside him. Stepping among the crew, he climbed the stairs and positioned himself next to Shanks, putting his hands on his pockets as he surveyed the men.

"... and that's why nobody's, and I mean nobody, is gonna get all lovestruck over her or lay a finger on her...”

Beckman rolled his neck to loosen the muscles and relieve some tension.

“... No peeking, no hitting on her, and definitely no making her feel weird; we'll treat her with respect and keep our mitts off her, got it?"

The men buzzed with excitement at the prospect of a new shipmate. It had been ages since they'd welcomed fresh faces aboard, and they were ready to seize any excuse for a celebration. Beckman observed the scene, inhaling and exhaling smoke from his lungs with a feigned calmness.

“Hey Yassop, looks like they've got you an intern!", Roux said, giving his friend a playful slap on the back.

“I hope she can handle her booze!”

Limejuice shook his head. “Ah, yeah, that is a must, not like the last one...”.

The breeze started to softly sway the rigging, indicating that the afternoon would be favorable for sailing just as they had anticipated.

“Get ready lads! We set sail in the afternoon!”

[praisethesuuun]

One Piece characters reacting to you grabbing their boobs!

Marco

🪽The poor guy wasn't expecting it at all. Marco was dozing with his eyes open, completely relaxed as he sat on the handrail of the Moby Dick; the light breeze ruffled his blond hair, while the sunlight made his skin and the tattoo on his chest shine. He was so relaxed and with his guard low that he didn't hear your footsteps slowly approaching behind him, as silent as a cat's footsteps hunting a bird.

🪽Marco jumped when your hands made their way around his hips, your fingers grazing his abs softly. "You scared me for a moment-yoi" he speaks, now with a calm tone instead of a worried one.

🪽The commander started to blush when your hands started to move up, more and more, until you grabbed his boobs, squeezing. Your head pressed against his back, your gentle touch on his body and sensitive parts...give him time to recover from the surprise, then you'll see some good ones. And pray that no one saw or you will never hear the end of it.

Shanks

❤️Oh Lord, good luck with that! We all know how playful Shanks is, a shameless free spirit, always ready to do whatever he wants and prefers, especially when it comes to you. And if his little darling wants to play, then he won't shy away from the fun.

❤️Probably, you decided to tease Shanks during one of his serial drinks at the bar. He was simply beautiful in the noisy atmosphere of the club, singing and joking, while a few drops of beer soaked what little beard he had on his face. His breath caught in his throat when he saw you licking your soft lips, your fingers cold under your shirt, feeling the hot skin.

❤️"Right now?" the red head whispered to you with his signature smirk, starting to do the same to you, making your body shiver. His fingers were more calloused than yours, but they weren't unpleasant. And, at the exact moment you squeezed the captain's chest tightly, he did the exact same thing to your boobs, moving the bra and feeling you whole.

Garp

👊Honestly, he'd been expecting this for a while. He didn't expect a cadet with so much interest in him and also quite a cute one. Garp lacked female attention, which was increasingly rare as he got older, so he'll start taking you under his wing. Expect to see him flexing his muscles more than he should when you're around there, he probably doesn't notice either, but don't let the marine notice, you don't want to ruin the fun, right?

👊"Come and watch my training tomorrow, so you will learn something". Yes of course, of course, old fox. One blow then another, a few drops of sweat venturing along his abs, hard as steel despite his age; Garp scratched his beard in a lazy way while waiting for you to get another dummy. Your eyes seemed full of stars, your curious irises moved over his body, analyzing every scar, even the smallest.

👊Your hand moved without you even realizing it, squeezing his boobs and pressing on his nipple too. Garp's face was flawless, his mouth open and his eyes wide, but he refused to shy away from the contact. Suddenly, the Vice Admiral was hotter than expected and began to sweat more: no one had ever touched him like that and he wasn't sure how to behave. "Let's not talk about it with anyone, okay? In fact...let's just pretend nothing happened!"

Dragon

🌧The image in your head already makes you laugh. Mokey D. Dragon, the most wanted man in the world, leader of the revolutionary army, feels his legs shaking when you are around him. Your personality always finds a way to make his heart do somersaults, I question the tormented soul of man.

🌧One of your favorite things to do is to hide under his cloak, hugging him gently and covering you from the ever-present wind and rain. Dragon loves to feel your closeness, so he doesn't mind that much and it lets you do what you want. But keep your eyes open, Dragon. Something is about to hit...

🌧During one of his many moments of reflection, the presence behind him decided to act. At first, the revolutionary didn't think much of it, thinking it was just another one of your simple hugs, and then...GRAB. Dragon jumped, squirming slightly. "What the hell was that for, woman?! Let go!" but you didn't. After that episode there were others, eventually he got used to it.

Killer

💙You were both lying in your bed. Killer had his arms wrapped around your body, smaller than his. The man loved having you all to himself, allowing himself to remove his helmet and let some weakness be overlooked; your breathing calmed him and he clung to you as if he was scared to let you go.

💙Killer's chest was soft, big, welcoming...impossible to ignore. His hard training had paid off and they were all for you to taste and feel; obviously, your head was right between her boobs, while an expression of pure bliss. You began to feel your new pillow, leaving a few kisses here and there, waking your lover up. "Y/N...what are you doing..." the blonde mumbled, the voice deep and thick with sleep.

💙Even though Killer looked like a tough brute, the Massacre Soldier was a sweetheart in love. Given his lack of experience in this field, frustrating him was really easy. "W-Wait..." your lover sighed softly, blushing and adjusting himself a bit. His arms tightened around you as his nose nuzzled into your hair, smelling your scent and letting you do it..

Kid

💢You're in for a browl if you even think about doing that. Kid doesn't like to be touched too much in general and still needs to get used to the gentle and loving touch of the person next to him. It will be hard to deal with him the first few times, but he will still try to be a little nicer to you.

💢Just try not to do it in public, if you really want to do it, in private; and pay attention to the nipple, don't pull it too much and don't make strange movements. He has piercings there, and while they bring pleasure, they can also hurt a lot. If you try to do something like this in public, his anger will explode and he will scream at you: he has a reputation to protect, you can't just do as you please.

💢The first time you squeeze his pecs, Kid has to stop himself from blushing more than he should. "Don't do anything strange, woman" he will repeat, while your hands danced on his boobs, playing with the piercings and trying to be as gentle as possible.

Benn Beckman

🚬Serious, stoic and weak to women. Benn never refuses your hands on his body, he really doesn't mind that, at all. He always relaxes when you pet him, tracing his muscles and loving it, he keeps fit for you too after all; and if there's one thing that's true, it's that the vice captain is proud of his body.

🚬If Benn lets you do it, it means he is truly in love with you. So, since taking him by surprise is impossible, first he will let you hold his chest as you like, then he will take revenge by doing it to you. "What's the problem, dear? You like my chest? I like yours too..." he will whisper in your ear, grabbing you just like you did with him earlier.

🚬If first your fingers stopped in the middle of his nipple, squeezing or teasing it slightly, Beckman will give you the exact same treatment, holding you in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to you. What a gentleman he is!

Crocodile

🐊Expect to be judged, very judged. Crocodile is a classy man, he doesn't get lost in too many romances or anything like that, and above all he hates being touched suddenly. He much prefers a slow, sensual touch rather than a sudden squeeze.

🐊"What the hell are you doing?!" he will scolds you, turning around immediately and blocking your wrists in his much bigger hands; he squeezes so tightly, you can feel his rings on your skin. When the man sees your slightly scared big eyes at something like this, he will let you go, turning away.

🐊But he'll make it up to you, don't worry. He will take you out for dinner, buy you anything you want and, even if reluctantly, make you hold and feel his chest. You'll have the big Crocodile on his knees.

[sexydoffyman]

hi! how you doin'?

can i get A and N , G. with shanks , benn Beckman or Trafalgar law 🥹🥹? thank you

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NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N

genre: smut

characters: Shanks, Benn Beckman, Trafalgar Law.

word count: 737

A/N: I had to resist using manga panel of fem law. Sorry for not posting for so long. I don't know what happened, but I just felt like I wouldn't write my best. 🐋

SHANKS

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He gets really clingy after sex. Like really clingy. He will grab your waist with his one arm and won't let go. So cuddles are inevitable. It's his favorite way to show love and affection.

He would act like the sweetest boy after he had you pinned down to the bed screaming his name. He has you laying on his chest whispering sweet nothings to your ear. It would almost feel romantic if it wasn't for the way he was squeezing your waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It depends. He has times when he is more serious, but I see him more as the goofy type. He would be serious when it comes to roleplay. He likes to stay in character, so being serious comes with it.

As for him being goofy, he would be goofy if you two would be in a longer relationship. He wants sex to be enjoyable, and his positive spirit really helps with it.

I can see him joking during sex. It just fits his character. He either does it to tease you or just because he thinks it's a good joke.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Shanks is the kind of person that would want to try anything at least once. Even tho it's quite freaky. However, he has some turnoffs. Not all of them would have reasoning like it being too disgusting. Some of them would be simply because he starts laughing and gets distracted.

Like he could be waiting to rip your clothes off for hours, but then you suddenly do an impression of Bennjamin, and he'd start laughing his ass off.

BECKMAN

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is more on the responsible side of the crew. He would rather want to get both of you showered until you get to chill out. But right after that, he would love to watch a movie with you.

He would have you on his shoulder half-asleep. His hand brushing through your hair. He will never admit it, but he is smiling like an idiot when you rest with him like this.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Benn, again being one of the more responsible people, would act more seriously. He makes sure that you both get your big moment and have a good time. But when you rest with him, he finds it a good time to make some jokes.

He also can be less serious during sex. It's just that he doesn't really find it necessary. He would rather focus on his task than joking around.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Now, Benny has boundaries. Of course, he is willing to push his limits. But he has some things that he just won't participate in. Things like scat are obviously a no for him. He is also hesitant about any kind of degradation or bondage.

He just wants to make sure he isn't hurting you. He wouldn't forgive himself if he ever made you a little scared.

LAW

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Law is a doctor, so he knows that proper hygiene after sex is essential. He takes showering after sex very important. He also likes to do any kind of skincare. Massages are also a thing that he enjoys. He usually gives you one but won't resist if you try to give him a massage too.

His massages are amazing since he knows where to touch.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Law is definitely serious. He sees sex as one of the most intimate things. He really doesn't want to make it awkward. He will even stay serious after your private time. He just likes the vibes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He would be pretty hesitant when it comes to extremely kinky stuff, but after a while, he would be down. He would also refer from being submissive, but if you plead enough, you will eventually get his attention.

Surprisingly he would also refrain from using his devil fruit. It just creeps him out a little. I mean, he's using this power to kill enemies. Why would you want him to use it on you?

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hiiiiii viiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!! Hope your doing just lovely💗💗💗💗❤❤❤❤❤❤. Last fic you wrote for me was so good thank you again your the best.!!!!😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭😭💋💋💋💋 I was again wondering if I could please request the same type of reader(fem pls) from last time x red hair pirates again but in a different scenario it could anything from fluff/cute or angst just anything.

Thank you so much 💋💋💋😭😭🥺🥺. Have a super duder amazing day!!!!!❤💗❤❤💗❤💗

~🍮 anon~

Red Haired Pirates x Fem ! Sweet / Naive Reader

Includes: Red Haired Pirates and Female Reader

A / N: Hey Puddin !! I'm glad you're requesting from me again !! I'm always happy to write for the red haired sillies LOL. I hope you have an amazing day as well <33 Also , you can call me Vin or Vix ! Sorry that this is a lot shorter than normal !! I hope you still enjoy <3

It was another casual day on the Red Force. Everyone was either chilling or playing games. You were in the kitchen , swaying your hips to a song you were whistling. You had found another recipe that you wanted to try out. It happened to be a chocolate mousse cake with a smooth exterior.

You hummed some sea shanties as you sprinkled unflavored gelatin powder over a small dish filled with water. While waiting for the gelatin to become gelatinous and clear , you heated a pot of heavy cream just until it started steaming. When the gelatin 'bloomed' , you whisked it into the heavy cream.

While you were whisking , the door to the kitchen was pushed ajar. You didn't bother to look over since you knew they weren't gonna bother you. You checked the mixer to see if the cream came out as stiff peaks , which it did. You smiled while you whipped egg whites along with cream of tartar and sugar to create a fluffy meringue.

From behind you , you heard a gruff voice speak to you. "Are you making some kind of fluffy cake ?" It was the captain of the ship himself , Red Haired Shanks. The two mixes you made were individually folded into the bowl of chocolate you set aside a bit ago. To fold , you used a rubber spatula to gently run it around the mousse and through.

"I'm making a Chocolate Mousse cake !" You responded cheerily. You continued folding the batter around until it was the perfect consistency. You poured it into the cake platter and pushed it into the already preheated oven. You turned to your captain and brought the rubber spatula to his lips. "Here , try it ! It's a new recipe that I wanted to try out." As your words slipped past your lips , his tongue trailed along the utensil.

"Sweetheart , this is delicious !" He laughed heartily and took the spatula from your hand to finish it. "Thank you , Shanks !" His laugh was contagious. Because of that fact , it caused you to laugh along with him.

"Lucky wanted to know if ya needed any help in here , but it don't seem like you need any lil missy." He patted your head , ruffling your (color) locks. Your smile widened as you pulled him into a hug.

"Oh ! When you're done , Beck says he has a surprise for ya." Shanks spoke smoothly , placing his arm around your smaller waist. "Ooh ! I have the timer going , so can I come now ?!" You asked , stars lighting up in your doe like eyes.

"Of course !" He pulled away from your embrace and gently pushed you towards the door. "Hey , Beck ! Lil Missy wants to see her surprise !" Shanks shouted from across the deck to his first mate.

"I'm right here , Shanks. There's no need to shout for me." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The gray haired man stepped out of the shadows and stood next to you and the captain. Shanks' brown eyes met with Benn's black ones. The one armed man chuckled and stumbled away from you as Benn walked towards you. He handed you a small , black bag.

"Here. We feel bad that we ruined one of your other bathing suits , so we pitched in and got you some new ones. Along with that perfume that you said you liked. Yasopp also got you a necklace with your name engraved on it." As he said that , he showed you the red heart pendant that said 'Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates' on the back.

As you read it , you huffed. "Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates ??" Cue some laughs erupting from the crew who now surrounded the two of you. Despite your initial embarrassment from the necklace , you looked back at them with tears filling your eyes.

The crew started panicking. You heard variations of 'we didn't mean to hurt you' and stuff like that. You laughed and held the bag close to your chest. "Thank you , everyone. I appreciate it." Your smile could replace the sun , according to them. It was so bright and so sweet that it made them question how you were even a wanted criminal in the first place.

Benn patted your back gently and gave you a soft smile. "Glad you like it , doll." Your face burned a bit , but you just smiled kindly at him. "Why don't we have a party for our little missy ?!" You heard your captain yell. You turned your (color) eyes towards his direction and noticed him slamming down bottles of alcohol. The crew cheered and basically all yelled 'hell yeah !'

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Though the party raged on , you had to retreat to the kitchen to check on your dish. You combined the layers together and waited for it to cool on the stove. You sat on the counter and huffed. As much as you loved the boys , they could be a bit too rowdy for you sometimes.

Being in the kitchen by yourself gave you the quiet time you needed to rejuvenate. Your eyes turned to the door as you heard it crack open. Your eyes met with playful brown ones. "Oh , hey Yasopp !"

"What up , missy ?" He replied , closing the door behind him. "Whatcha doin' in here ? The party is out there." He walked over to your side and stared down at you , his smirk never leaving his face.

"Oh ! I was finishing up this chocolate mousse cake ! And I needed a bit of quiet time. Hope I didn't upset you guys too much !" As if to make up for it , you kissed his chin. He laughed and slung an arm around your shoulder. "You didn't upset us ! We were worried aboutcha." He shrugged and put his large hand on your smaller head.

"I'm sorry , I didn't mean to worry you guys . ." A hint of sadness coated your voice. This made Yasopp feel horrible. He panicked and smiled nervously. "No , fuck. That's not what I meant. Forget what I said. Did ya make the cake for us ?" He asked in an attempt to change the topic. It worked. It seemed like you had completely forgotten what he said previously.

"Yeah ! I hope I made it big enough. Wanna try a piece ?" You asked as you began cutting slices into it. You pulled a piece off and placed it onto a clean plate. "Only if ya feed it to me !" He laughed and placed his rifle on the table.

You nodded and got a fork from the drawer next to the cabinet. You took a piece off of the cake and placed it towards his lips. "Say ah ~" He opened his mouth and you gently placed the slice on his tongue. He wrapped his lips around the fork and made a noise of satisfaction.

"You're gonna feed him and not me ?? Wow , Sweetheart. I'm - HIC - I'm offended !" You heard from the doorway. Your head snapped over to find the source of the voice , Shanks. He had clearly drunken too much. You swore that he would find any chance he could to drink.

"Oh , come on ya oaf. I'll feed you too." You handed the plate to the blonde , who gratefully accepted the offer. He picked his weapon up from the table and walked outside with a smile on his face.

You cut a piece off for Shanks and fork fed him as well. "And what about us ??" You sighed and shook your head playfully as you noticed the line behind the red haired captain.

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After cutting off slices and feeding everyone , you were exhausted. You sat against the door of the kitchen and watched everyone play around and sing loudly.

You shifted as you felt someone sit beside you. "Hey , Roux. Did ya enjoy the cake ?" You asked happily. "Is that even a question ? Definitely. You're the baker of the Red Haired Pirates , missy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He took a bite from the meat he had in his left hand and laughed.

"Of course ! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's a new recipe." You informed , taking a sip from the alcohol you had gotten earlier. "Really ? It was VERY good." He complimented while putting hid large hand on the small of your back.

"Aww !! Thanks !!" Your cheeks lit up a red shade from his compliment. You kissed his cheek and giggled softly. "Heyyy ! I want one too !!" You heard from a drunken crewmate. Another line . . Sigh.

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After hugging and kissing everyone's chin or cheek , you were more tired. Without knowing , you ended up passing out on the deck.

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You woke up in the women's quarters , accompanied by Beck and Shanks. You jumped out of bed and stared at them. "What are you two doing here ?"

Benn rolled to his side and yawned. "Mornin' sleepy head. You asked us to stay." You tilted your head at his words. "Yeah , you begged us to stay here with ya , Missy." Came the voice of Shanks from your right. You scratched your cheek from embarrassment.

"Fuck , sorry you two." You kissed both of their foreheads before you were dragged back down by Shanks.

"Now hush up and go back to sleep , Reader." Before you could complain , you heard light snoring from behind you. It was Shanks , of course. He was already out. You couldn't leave either , since both of them had their arms trapping you against the bed.

Eventually , you just let it happen. The smell of smoke , cologne , and alcohol have you a slight headache , but it lulled you back into sleep.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ✾ 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐧

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❝They say I’m too young to love you… That I don’t know what I need…❞

As Shanks’ little sister, you’ve always known the thrill of the pirate life, having a little crew of your own, you’ve chosen to remain on island as its protection and to downsize you and your crew’s life.

When your island decides to host an extravagant, days-long celebration. You decide to invite Shanks and his crew to join in on the fun, he soon arrives with his crew. However, before introductions can happen, he sternly declares that you are off limits to his crew. From simple people to his trusted first mate, Benn Beckman. No one is given a free pass.

As the fun begins to happen, a game of chase with your brother leads you straight to Benn Beckman. With the laughter, fireworks, and music heard, you find yourself cornered by Beckman, his signature smirk laid on his lips.

Deep down, you felt as if you should’ve taken your brother’s words into consideration.

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ✾ ❝𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝❜𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝❞

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✾ ❝𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞❞

[moonlightpirate]

Chapter one: The Bounty

Okay here is Chapter one of my one piece fic! Sorry it has taken so long!!! Feedback always welcome! The title is mostly self explanatory for what happens in the chapter so I'll let it do the talking for you :) again I've only watched live action so im basing my fic off of that 😅 it starts at the end of season one of live action where you see mihawk and shanks in the cove like area after mihawk has given shanks luffys bounty. Im having mihawk have one too many drinks to celebrate it and pass out with shanks

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @nikki-is-a-nerd @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @khaleesihavilliard @dclore22 @99point9percentwhump

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You sighed in frustration as you trudged along the beach, anger coursing through your body. The whole morning was a blur, and honestly, you weren't entirely sure how you ended up on this beach to begin with. After several minutes you decide to stop and gather your bearings. You place your hands on your hips and look around realizing that it is hot in the sun and you are totally exposed on this beach. Just ahead, you couldn't tell if it was a cave or a cove, but regardless, it looked like a great place to lay low while you came up with a plan and to get out of the burning sun for a little bit. As you made your way over, and started to get closer, you realized it was indeed a cove, and to your dismay, it wasn't unoccupied. 

"Hey, is that y/n?" An all too familiar voice called out to you. 

You put your hand on your sword as you slowly approached the group of men that were scattered around the cove. Once you got closer to the men you started to recognize the faces of the men. Sighing in relief that it was members of Shanks crew, you removed your hand from your sword and relaxed as you made your way over to Yassop and Benn, your eyes searching the cove looking for Shanks. 

"Yassop, Benn, guys how have you been?" You put on your biggest fake grin trying to appear okay. 

Your eyes landed on a familiar figure laying on the ground, and your fake smile faded. It was Mihawk, who of course was laying oddly close to Shanks.

"Shanks has had us just relaxing recently. Haven't been up to the adventures like you have been. We were just about to cook up some fish for breakfast. Do you want to join us while you wait for Shanks and Mihawk to wake? You can tell us about your adventures." Benn inquired, clearly noticing your face.

After a moment of staring at Mihawk in disbelief you finally look back up at Benn and Yassop, "Actually no I shouldn’t stay.....but I do have something I would love for you to give them when they do wake.".

You reach into your coat pocket and pull out a thin, rolled up piece of paper, and hand it over to Benn. 

"If this is about Luffy, don't worry, Shanks already knows. Mihawk brought us his bounty paper last night." Benn assured you.

"Oh....really.....is that so? Well, as much as I do wish, that was Luffy's wanted poster. I'm fairly certain that it is the wanted poster of someone that both Shanks and Mihawk will find much more intriguing than Luffy or so I can hope anyways. But really, I should be going, sorry to have disturbed you. Have a great day." You reply snarkily with a malicious grin on your face.

Before any other member of the crew can stop you or even respond, much less wake Shanks up, you turn on your heel and swiftly storm out of the cove. Once you're sure you're far enough away, you collapse in the sand and start to sob, feeling the weight of everything that was happening to you breaking your heart. 

Not long after you had left, Mihawk sat straight up, his eyes searching around the cove as if he was looking for someone, "Mi amor,” He whispered to himself, closing his eyes he knew he felt your presence, “She was just here, wasn’t she?”.  Mihawk inquired as he opened his eyes and looked at Benn and the crew sitting a little too solemnly around the food they were eating.

Benn nodded as he wasn't sure how to break the news to the warlord as they had opened the bounty poster you had given them and he knew Mihawk would be enraged by who was on it. He knew it was best to wait until Shanks was awake to tell him about the bounty poster.

"Where has she gone? Why was she here? What happened? Why didn’t you wake me?" Mihawk stood up, sensing something was incredibly wrong and began to fear for your life. 

Shanks groaned next to him, "Keep it down. Would you Hawk Eyes? Some of us are still trying to sleep.". 

"Captain, you should probably wake up." Benn replied, noticing the anger in Mihawk’s eyes and realized that they needed to tell him what happened.

Shanks rolled over and looked at everyone and began to rub sleep from his eyes, "why does everyone look so glum? What has happened?".

Yassop finally took the plunge and stood up and unrolled the bounty paper you had delivered earlier. 

"Y/N brought this to us earlier this morning. She wanted you guys to see it.".

Shanks immediately stood up and grabbed the paper from Yassop. His eyes were wide in shock as it was a picture of you with one of the highest bounties he had ever seen. He immediately looked at Mihawk, feeling a fire in his soul, "What did you do?! She has a bounty again! You were supposed to protect her!".

Mihawk was still looking at the paper in shock, not even listening to Shanks shouting at him. He couldn't believe the marines would go against him like this.

"Are you even listening to me? What did you do?" Shanks shouted at Mihawk again. 

"Why are you assuming it was something I did? Could have easily been something you did or even something she did herself." Mihawk retorted. 

"Regardless, you are supposed to protect her! How could you let this happen!".

"I have just found out the same as you. Let me talk to Garp and see what can be done about it, perhaps it was done in error.” Mihawk responded ignoring the fact that Shanks had his hand on his sword clearly wanting a fight.

Mihawk walked past Shanks and grabbed Yoru, put his hat on his head, and made his way out of the cove. Once out of sight Shanks turned to his crew, there was a fire in his eyes from how angry he was.

"She never should have chosen him. He can't even keep her safe from the marines! Boys pack up camp. We must do something to help her." Shanks instructed. 

"But sir...." The crew started to argue.

"Do not argue with me. Just do it." He demanded. 

Without hesitation, everyone quickly packed up the few things they had scattered around the cove and followed Shanks out. Once the cove was empty, a tall figure emerged from the shadows laughing. 

"Hmmmm, the woman Mihawk loves has a bounty. Not only that, but Shanks is enraged by the whole thing and is seeking to protect her. How interesting I think I could use this to my advantage." Kuro grinned, sneaking off in the direction that he had watched you storm off to.

[ageingfangirl2]

Make You Feel Good! Benn Beckman x Reader SMUT! (One Piece)

Being Shanks second in command comes with a lot of paperwork, both necessary and unnecessary. Luckily you know how to help Benn destress while he works. You underestimate how much paperwork and start to get needy cockwarming Benn. He knows how to keep his doll in place. Benn x Reader (Female) SMUT!

Benn was pulling another all-nighter, Shanks hated paperwork so Benn took on the responsibility. The gentle rocking of the ship and pen scratching on paper kept you occupied in your current position. Your head was resting on Benn's shoulder as you played with loose strands of his hair, trying so hard not to move as commanded which was hard with Benn's dick inside you making you go crazy at how long you'd been sitting here.

Benn hums, 'It's...really distracting when you do that doll.'

You huff, 'you said one more page ages ago.'

Benn stops writing, and the next thing you know one of his rough hands grabs you by the chin and forces you to look up at him. The sudden movement has you clenching around his dick wanting release.

'...FUCK!' you moan.

Benn smirks, he was the oldest most experienced member of the crew. And what you didn't know was how much he craved you and how thrilled he was when you came onto him drunk and had come back to him when you were sober. You were younger than him, and out of his league, whereas you believed he thought you were a child because you went along with Shanks's antics. You wanted pleasure and he wanted a way to relax, most nights he got you off quickly but tonight cockwarming was the longest and you could be impatient.

He runs his thumb over your lip, 'So beautiful and all mine doll. Such a slut for my dick, you haven't done this with anyone else have you?'

You shake your head, 'Just you, only you. Please don't tease me anymore,' you beg, voice shaking as you grip his shirt with your hands.

Benn smirks, 'get me a smoke will you.'

Feeling his dick angle more towards your sensitive spot as you lean back to reach behind you for his cigarettes and lighter you mumble curses under your breath. He places both of his hands on your hips keeping you in place. You put a cigarette between his lips and light it.

'Thanks, doll. now if I give you a little something will you keep quiet and let me finish my work?' he asks, tone playful but mischievous.

You nod eagerly, 'yes I will keep quiet.'

He picks you up by the hips making you squirm and gasp at the cold air on your slick pussy as he pulls out of you. He then slams you back down roughly.

'...YES...BENN!' you shout with a hiss, forgetting just how big he is.

Benn's nickname for you was doll, and you lived up to that nickname as you let him play with you, picking you up and slamming you right back down onto his dick, 'keep the noise down doll. Someone is going to walk in while I have my dick inside you, can't tarnish your good girl image,' he mocks.

You put your hands over your mouth to quiet yourself and nod in compliance. Shanks quarters were right next door and you didn't want your captain seeing you in such a vulgar position when he respected you. The only sounds around were your muffled cries, skin slapping against skin, and Benn grunting as he picked up the pace.

'Such a good girl, does it feel good when I use you like this?' Benn praises, and your hips buck against him as one of his fingers finds your clit and continues the overstimulation.

'Mmm...' you mumble, the noise coming out muffled behind your hands, your eyes rolling back, as you feel warmth in your lower half.

Benn grunts, 'I know you like this doll. I know how to make you feel good and cum. Now cum for me, cum around my dick and fingers.'

You come undone, walls clenching around his dick as you cum on demand. You remove your shaky hands from your mouth panting heavily, '...thank...you...Benn...'

Benn grins proudly, 'My turn doll, let me fill you up.'

With a couple more thrusts he cums inside you filling you up like promised, clearly just as pent up as you had been, the two of you riding out each other's high. He brings his cum soaked fingers up to your lips and you take them in your mouth sucking them clean. His eyes were full of admiration as he took the cigarette in his other hand and blew smoke at you.

You smile blissfully as you go back to resting your head on his shoulder, 'you can finish your paperwork in peace now.'

Benn leans down and kisses the top of your head, 'going to buy my doll something pretty when we next dock,' he says jokingly.

You roll your eyes and mumble, 'As long as it's shiny.'

You were a fierce fighter, quick-witted and a smooth negotiator, but your sweet appearance meant a lot of people underestimated you. the crew would tease you and treat you like a princess or a doll, but when shit hit the fan they wanted you on their side. Right now you were content being Benn's stress relief as you both got something out of this arrangement.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Princess Hair

SUMMARY:

You're the single mom who lives next door, always giving her daughter's hair the most extravagant styles that makes your neighbor's daughter sad. So being the doting father he was he couldn't help but knock on your door early one morning after many failed attempts to recreate even a simple ponytail. Being the kind woman you are though you welcome them with no problem. Finally giving his daughter the princess hair of her dreams he can't help but want to do a favor for you in return.

[jintaka-hane]

RAISINS (Beckman x f!Reader)

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Notes: This is a stupid idea - gift to my lovely @fanaticsnail, to give her some comfort and encouragement regarding the last glimpse into her life. Beckman isn't very good in the kitchen, but he does is best 💕 🚬 Pairing: Benn Beckman x brat f!reader Word count: 800 Summary: When you're hungry, you're a grump. And it's even worse when they bring you things you don't like. Taglist: @i-am-vita @gingernut1314

Ever since Lucky Roux had dislocated his shoulder, nobody cooked aboard the Red Force, and the red-haired pirates made do with whatever they could scrounge up from the galley to survive.

You found yourself in there, hungry and grumpy, scouring for a snack. Provisions were running low, and a group led by the ship's second-in-command had just returned from resupplying ashore. As you rummaged through the pantry for something to munch on, the chatter of returning voices outside announced their arrival back on board.

Benn Beckman strode into the galley, a cigarette clamped between his lips as usual. Upon seeing you, he greeted you with a familiar warm smile just as he always did.

"Feelin’ a bit hungry, are we?" His muscular scarred arms flexed as he lifted the weighty shopping bags onto the table. Each one seemed to weigh a ton, but it didn't appear to trouble him.

"Yeah, and there's nothing here…"

“Don't worry, darlin', I've bought yer favorite cereal for breakfast."

Eagerly, you pounced on the shopping bags, seeking the prized cereal box. Your hands landed on a square cardboard container, which you swiftly pulled out. As you gazed at it, disappointment clouded your face... Cereal with raisins, the product name read.

You loathed raisins with every fiber of your being.

With a frustrated expression, you glanced at Beckman, unable to hide your annoyance.

"Seriously?! With raisins?!”

He snatched the box from your grasp and examined it closely.

"Guess I mistook these brown things for chocolate,” he said shrugging his shoulders and handing you the box again.

“I hate raisins, Beck!!" you shouted, throwing the cereal container onto the table.

“Come on, doll, I’m sure it doesn’t taste that bad," he was calm, his cigarette still in his lips and a wisp of smoke curling from it.

You huffed in response, aware that your reaction wasn't the greatest. But frankly, you detested raisins and the idea of having to eat that crap for the rest of the week infuriated you beyond measure. You couldn't hide it.

As he observed your spoiled reaction, his own irritation and frustration threatened to mirror yours.

“Easy now, don’t be like that,” he tried to stay composed, “next time I’ll buy others”.

You didn't want to listen. Taking long strides, you stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door shut without even saying goodbye.

"Spoiled girl…", he muttered angrily, shaking his head, “ungrateful brat…”.

You spent the rest of the day on deck, attending to some of your duties. Beckman was nowhere to be found, and you still felt yourself quite angry enough to seek him out and talk to him. Your reaction was somewhat irrational, but you couldn't avoid it.

Nonetheless, you felt a hint of sadness and guilt within you. After all, the first mate was your favorite person on the ship, and you never used to argue.

“Hey, do you know where Beck is?" asked one man.

"No clue," another replied.

"Last time I saw him, he was busy in the galley," you heard someone else say.

You remained occupied, tending to your tasks throughout the day. As your hunger intensified while working, you contemplated pilfering something from the pantry.

You made your way to the galley, a familiar scent of tobacco wafting through the crack of the partially closed door. You reached for the knob to push it, but halted abruptly upon hearing the voice of the vice captain muttering grumpily from inside.

“... don't know why the fuckin’ hell I bother ...”.

Your hand released the doorknob, and you decided not to enter; you weren't going to confront an angry superior. You turned on your heel and made your way back to your duties, resigned.

Three hours later, your stomach growled like a sea monster from the Grand Line.

"Screw it, I'm going to eat that crappy cereal".

You headed to the galley again, finding nobody there. You opened the pantry, grabbed the cereal, a spoon, and a bowl, and sat at the table with a sigh. Pouring the cereal into the bowl, you took a closer look at it and to your surprise, there were no raisins. They had been removed and replaced by meticulously sliced chocolate bits.

You rose immediately and made your way onto the deck in search of the first mate, the spoon still in your hand.

“Beckman!!!”

You saw him standing at the prow, his expression grave as he concentrated on securing a line with a sailor's knot.

“I’m right’ere”, he answered crankily.

Glancing at his hands, you noticed that his fingers were speckled with tiny flecks of chocolate.

"Did you remove all the raisins from the cereal?!"

“... aye,” he mumbled without looking at you.

"By hand?"

“... aye,” his focus was still on the rope.

"And chopped bits of chocolate for me?"

“That I did,” he replied, still avoiding your gaze.

You rushed towards him, leaping into his arms, causing him to drop the rope, which fell to the ground as he caught you. Enveloping him with your arms, you started giving him little kisses all over his face.

“Forgive me, I am sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you”.

“... it's a’right,” he responded, slightly embarrassed and trying to conceal a smile.

“... And… thank…” you said, unable to stop pecking his cheeks, “… you”.

“... anytime, darlin',” he hugged you tightly against him.

From the bowcastle, a group of men were watching you.

“Beck!! She got you wrapped around her finger, huh?” one of them shouted, laughing.

Without letting go of your embrace, Beckman shifted his gaze towards them.

“GET BACK TO FUCKIN' WORK!!”

[mangekyuou]

Hi Zuko, how are you? I Just read you write poly, so may I ask a Benn + female reader + Shanks, nsfw please? Thank you

★ GUESS WHO! shanks + beckman ★

── pairing. shanks x f!reader x beckman.

── summary. shanks and beckman have the lovely idea of playing a fun little game of guess who in the bedroom. this time, with a blindfold.

── cw(s). nsfw. pwp. afab!reader. she/her pronouns used. sub!reader. oral. ( f receiving ) blindfold. overstimulation. piv. unprotected sex. mating press. manhandling. ( kinda sorta ) shanks calls the reader “gorgeous”, “pretty girl”, “beautiful”. beckman calls the reader “darlin”. not proofread. MINORS DNI.

── wc. 1.6k.

── notepad. i’ve been trying to write this for SO long it’s almost ridiculous. it went through so many changes until i FINALLY got the inspiration randomly in the middle of the night on a thursday🗿🗿im so sorry this took SO LONG. also further spreading my southerner beckman propaganda muahahaha

“all i’m saying is, i find it a bit unfair that i’m the only one that can’t see,” you muttered, as your fingertips tugged at the satin black blindfold covering your eyes. large, rugged hands gently wrapped themselves around your wrists, guiding your curious hands up to the pair of soft familiar lips of the greying gunslinger who was behind you.

though you could not see him, you focused on how gently and loving, beckman kissed your hands. just that quick almost forgetting there was another person here with you. another hand found your bare thighs, making you jolt and close your legs in surprise, goosebumps covered your skin.

your redheaded captain’s voice reached your ears, “because if you could see the game would be ruined.”

“what game? what did you talk beckman into?” you questioned, earning a light chuckle from the gunslinger behind you. he let your hands fall to your sides, kissing from your shoulder up to the base of your neck, as his hands moved to fiddle with the loose tie of your silk robe.

“i’ll have you know, for once this was his idea,” shanks clarified, prying your thighs part, catching a glimpse of your panties hidden underneath your robe. “we wanted to play a little game of guess who. we’ll ask you who’s pleasing you, and you will just have to guess. if you answer correctly, you get a reward. if you answer incorrectly…well…” he trailed off, as both he and beckman stopped touching you all together. you couldn’t hold the desperate whine that fell from your lips, your body fidgeting in between beckman’s thighs, where you sat on the edge of the king-sized bed you all shared, needed to feel them touch you again.

you didn’t even have to see them to know that both of your boyfriends were smirking down at you.

“because we love ya, we’ll start very easy.” beckman began, wrapping his strong arms back around your body and finally undoing your robe tie, opening to reveal your burning body underneath a matching set that left little to the imagination. his breath was hot against the shell of your ear, “is that okay with you, darlin?”

you eagerly nod your head at his words. you could hear your boyfriends lightly tsk, making you pout. you knew better than that.

shanks moved closer, taking your chin into his hand, guiding your pretty little head to where he was, “use your words, gorgeous.”

“yes, i want this. i want both of you,” you breathed out.

“much better, pretty girl,” he smiled, leaning crash his lips into yours in a sloppy kiss that he‘s been waiting to give you since he saw you walk out of the bathroom in this damn little robe that didn’t even cover your ass. just as fast as the kiss came, it was gone, as he pulled away from your lips with a laugh. it felt like a damn punishment, “now pretty girl, who was that?”

“you, shanks.”

“easy guess,” he teased. using the space between your legs, he carefully got onto his knees on the floor in front of him. if you could only see him.

beckman moved his rough hands up your hot skin, bringing his hand up your face, turning your face to him for a kiss. his kiss couldn’t be any more different than shanks. not hungry and rough, but passionate and soft. they must have mistaken you for dumb if they didn’t know you already could tell who is who by their kiss and the taste of their lips. it wasn’t hard to tell the difference between cheap beer and cigarette smoke and that sweet bourbon you got him for his birthday.

beckman spoiled you a little, giving you a longer kiss before eventually pulling away. he was always sweet on you. “and who was that?” he said, his lips practically ghosting on top of yours.

“you, beckman.”

“atta girl.”

“this is easy. i got this.”

this was easy, far too easy. you could do this with your eyes closed, well, blindfolded. you had known the both of them like the back of your hand. so just how bad could it get?

how bad could it possibly be, with your matching set discarded somewhere on the floor and your naked body sprawled on the bed and your shaking legs struggling to stay wide open, threatening to close around just whoever’s head was finger fucking and eating out your pussy like a starved man with no shame, making a mess of you. all while the other, alternated between sucking and kneading your tits and swallowing your moans into their mouth.

you couldn’t tell who was who, too dazed and fucked out from your previous orgasms for a name to spill from your swollen lips, as you take what is given to you.

he flicks his tongue over your puffy clit, before sucking roughly on your bundle of nerves, pumping his thick digits in and out of your pussy at an unforgiving pace. that band in the pit of your stomach was stretching thin, threatening to burst, for the second time tonight, maybe it was the third, you weren’t sure.

if ‘no touching’ weren’t one of the rules of the game, your fingers would be pulling at the hair of the bastard who was making you feel so fucking good. instead, you grip the sheets, as you reach your orgasm, thrashing against the hold of the other fucker who was holding you down.

“who just made you cum, sweetheart?”

coming down from your high, you had nearly forgotten about the game. you aren’t even sure whose voice you were listening to. you try to think real hard “…s-shanks?” your shaky voice whispered.

that ill-fated tsk coming from beside you, “wrong again. what happened to that confidence from earlier? i thought you had this,” shanks teased. he helped sit you up, leaning your back against his bare chest, as he used the headboard to support himself. he rested his chin on the top of your head. “poor beck, working so hard to pleasure you and you still guessed wrong. i think you should make it up to him, don’t you think so too?”

“yes! i want to! please…let me make it up to him.”

“look at that, where did this eagerness come from?” it was beckman’s turn to tease you. this was a side of him you had yet to see, a side you were enjoying.

as you try to catch your breath, you don’t even hear the whisper exchange between your boyfriends. you can only make out shanks giggling under his breath and beckman removing himself from your legs and the bed altogether. the redhead massaged gentle circles in the small of your back.

oh, how you yearned to see them, even for just a second. finally, you heard beckman rid himself of his pants, freeing his cock from its restraint and you felt the bed dip again.

beckman’s rough hands grip your hips, pulling you almost out of shanks’s lap, leaving your head resting on his thigh. he laid you on your back. before you could even spread your legs, he forces them up, pressing your knees up to your chest further than you even knew they could go before stuffing your sopping, greedy cunt full with his cock inch by inch. as he bottoms out, he lets out a low groan of “fuck”.

“oh baby, he just slid right in, fuck,” shanks breathed out, letting his fingers graze the side of your face as he hovered over you, admiring your fucked out expressions and pretty mewls as if they were the most beautiful melody he had ever heard.

beckman began to move, his slow thrusts gradually picked up speed, as he found a rough pace, drilling you into the mattress. shanks was hard as a rock watching as he pitched in a strong hand to help keep one of your quivering legs up to your chest. the way your pussy swallows beckman’s cock over and over again, leaving a thick creamy white ring at the base. the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, each one greater than the last one, leaving you babbling incoherently. it's

“that’s it, beautiful. you’re taking him so well,” shanks praised, making your pussy flutter around beckman’s cock. the gunslinger let out a low grunt, before grinning, “oh, she loved that.”

to hell with not touching. one of your arms was wrapped around beckman’s neck, as was intertwined with shanks’ hand as you reached your high, giving them your third orgasm of the night. or was it the fourth? “that’s it, let go, gorgeous.”

beckman followed behind you, filling your pussy to the brim with his cum. he slowly slid out of you, gently bringing your legs back down to the mattress, not before making sure to plant sweet kisses on your bruised thighs and ankles from where he held a bit too tight.

still lost in your pleasure, you hadn’t even processed that they had traded places, beckman was once again behind you while shanks had settled himself in between your legs. beckman removed your blindfold, allowing you to finally see.

shanks surprises you with the first stride up your folds, causing you to shutter in overstimulation. “too much,” you stutter, hazily watching as the redhead cleaned you up with his tongue, humming in delight against your leaking cunt. for only a moment you swear you could feel him smirk against you.

“how honey, we’re just getting started. besides you still have to make up for all of your wrong guesses.”

© MANGEKYUOU — do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[sexydoffyman]

Hi! I would think about... Imagine that Makino has a sister and this girl is always very sweet. Can I ask you how Shanks' crew would react to a girl that is always very sweet and adorable? Like she's always kind and she always prepare muffin and cookies, and her behaviour is somehow Cat Valentine like.

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL

genre: fluff suggestive

characters: Shanks, Benn Beckman, Lucky Roux, Yasopp

word count: 359

A/N: I didn't know I would have this much fun writing this.🐋

SHANKS

My boy Shanks would be flirting with you for the whole time of his stay. He enjoys your innocence and how oblivious you are to his flirting. (Definitely, has a corruption kink) He will grin your way all the time at the bar. When you are helping Makino, he is eyeing you like a tiger waiting for its prey. He wants you in his bed so bad. Just to see you try to take him with embarrassment filled in your eyes. He is a dirty old man. He would love to run his fingers through your hair while you are whimpering in pleasure. He would be all flirty to you, and it annoys the rest of the crew.

BENN BECKMAN

Our Benny would find it cute. You are not the annoying type of sweet (pick me). And he really appreciates that. He will throw a lot of jokes your way. Finds your laugh cute but not "lover cute" but more like "younger sister cute." He feels the need to protect you, especially from his captain. Benn can see Shanks hungry for you and immediately drags him out of the bar. He will do his best to not let Shanks corrupt you. When you pass out from working all day he will be the first one to cover you with his coat.

LUCKY ROUX

Adorable fat man. He will do a lot of kinds of challenges with you, such as who can eat more or drink more. Of course, he will always win, but he will give thumbs up for never giving up. He will laugh every time Shanks flirts with you. He finds angry Beckman funny. Sweetheart. He will be the one protecting you from flying chairs and booze bottles. Another older brother kind of guy.

YASOPP

Another clown in the crew. He will definitely try to teach you how to shoot. Shanks will be jealous when Yasopp basically hugs you from the back. He hugs you so he can hold your hands to make you aim better. Will be flexing on you because you can compliment anything. He is the one annoyed with Shanks being a perv.

[i-am-vita]

The Passenger

A Benn Beckman x TeacherFemReader Shortfic

👉 My Masterlist & Full Beckman Bodice Ripper Cover

I think I have enough of a warp of the plot for a first chapter soon.

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Summary: After your island was saved and added to the Red Hair Emperor territory, you were offered passage to a safer location to start a new life. Maybe seize a last chance for a small family. Would a certain First Mate who catched your eye be willing to aid you with it?

Warnings: Widow fem reader, past abusive relationship, swearing, horny thoughts, suggestive themes, talk of sex and female anatomy, talk of getting pregnant, future NSFW, pregnancy kink?

Expect: strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pinning, kids as matchmakers, meddling mother-in-law. Use of You, not Y/N. FemReader, fem pronouns. Bad english, consistent time tenses not detected.

Any other warning or expectation you detect, let me know.

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Chapter 1 (WIP)

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ✾ ❝𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝❜𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝❞

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission. Any photos used do not belong to me!

(A/n) ➳ What do guys think of the first chapter? I’m hoping that you guys enjoy it and feedback is greatly appreciated!!

Word Count ➳ 1.1k

Content Warnings ➳ Alcohol use, small use of force, mentions of smoking…

Series Masterlist

You engulfed your brother in a tight hug as he easily lifted you off the ground, giving a little spin as well. The two of you laugh together as it has been years since you two saw each other, and since you both have different kinds of lives.

“Thanks for the invite!” Shanks smiled as he let you down, “Didn’t think you chose to give up being a pirate.”

“Eh… Well, I found this-” Gesturing to the island you both stand on, “More fun.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” He chuckled and followed you into town where the rest of the crew were sitting inside a bar.

All of them were chattering amongst themselves, enjoying the food and drinks, “I was also surprised to hear from you. Didn’t think inviting a pirate crew was a good choice.”

“I thought this festival would be a good way to catch up.” You take a seat at the bar, next to your brother who is ordering his food and drink, “This island is known for its partying.”

Shanks lifted an eyebrow at your statement, “Really?”

“Yep, just a couple of days ago, we just finished up a party that lasted half a year.”

“Were there any special occasions?”

You shake your head, “The people just like partying.” You said it with a wide smile, your eyes lighting up with joy as you remember the endless partying.

“Seems you haven’t changed.” Shanks smiled as well, thanking the bartender for being his meal, “It’s been a while since we were able to let loose.” He takes a swing of his ale, “Think I could crash at your place?”

If your smile couldn’t get any wider… “I’ll set up your room.” You hopped off the barstool and hurried back to your little home. It was probably big enough to fit a group of four, maybe five.

Shanks sets down his drink and turns to the crew, his gaze fixed on his crew, “Listen up men!” He began. His usually fun tone was gone and all that was left was a deep and commanding voice that was rarely used, “I’ve got something to say.”

He paused, giving his crew a moment to calm down and become quiet, “Everyone here knows my sister, I, of course, talked about her. She’s family and during our stay…” He took another glance, his eyes connecting with his right-hand man’s, “No matter who you are, not a single one of you is allowed to do anything to her. No expectations.”

Everyone exchanged looks, they all knew one thing, not to say anything back, no excuses, nothing.

“Now…” Shanks lifted his mug in the air and his usual smile returned to his face, “Let’s party until we drop!”

It wasn’t hours later until drinks were poured, music played, and laughter was heard. No matter how many times the island threw parties, they never seemed to tire from it.

The sun wasn’t even down yet and people were already drinking heavily.

Various smells of different kinds of foods filled your nostrils, and you dragged your drunk brother around the stalls, trying the food to keep him happy and still standing on his feet.

“Try this!” You bring the food to his lips, letting him take a bite.

He chewed a couple of times before swallowing, “Not bad.” He slurred, taking the meat skewer from your hands.

You grab another one for yourself, “See?” A single skewer of the delicious meat and devouring it in a couple of bites.

You couldn’t help but watch Shanks as he was drunk but he was enjoying himself. His stupidly infectious drunken laughter as he tried even more dishes.

“You and your crew sure know how to party.” You comment, looking towards his crew where all of them are crowded together, singing to the music being played, “And you haven’t lost your appetite.”

Shanks grinned, “What can I say? Food is life’s greatest pleasure.” He takes a large bite from the skewer. Once he finished, he tossed the wooden pick in the nearest trash can.

A playful shout caught his ears, Shanks turned to see a group of children engaged in a game of chase or a game of tag. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he nudged your arm, “Care to play a game, sis?”

And you see where’s pointing with his only hand, “You’re on!”

Instantly, you ran away, not before smacking his arm. You dashed through the crowds, carefully not to bump or hit people on the way.

You could hear your brother laughing along. You took various turns to lose him as excitement filled your body. You finally felt relaxed as it felt like you both were back to being children before the two of you decided to split ways.

And even after he decided to form his crew, the two of you rarely saw each other…

You sprinted around a corner, looking over your shoulder to see if Shanks was behind you. You collided with a tall figure, you stumbled back and the stranger grabbed your arm.

Startled and heavily breathing, you found yourself against the wall with your heart racing, “Easy there.” Benn’s voice was focused and low, “And who are you running from?”

“B-Benn! It’s me.” You quickly whispered, hearing your brother’s giggles running past the alleyway.

It was lightened up by a touch hanging off the wall. At the end of the wall, there were some stairs leading up to the second floor.

You could see his eyes soften and his grip loosens immediately as he recognizes your voice, “(Y/n)...” Benn tilts his head slightly, his eyes squinting in the dim light, “What are you doing far from the party?”

You let out a sigh of relief as Benn took a couple of steps back, “Well…” Unsure how to explain.

The tense silence was in the air, so thick that you could cut it with a knife. The joyful festival was pushed to the back of your head as it felt awkward.

Benn looked over at the stairs at the end of the alleyway, he then looked back at you.

“...Care to join me for a smoke?”

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