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When You Had The Chance

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Word Count: 3,830

Plot: Serving as first mate to the Buggy-Pirates, it was your job to keep your captain grounded and uplifted. When tempers flared, he decided to confront his childhood rival once and for all - pulling out all the stops to finally lay their feud to rest. Crew against crew, Captain against Captain, First-Mate against First-Mate - will you win, or lie at the mercy of the man you once loved. The man you will always love.

Themes: Angst, pining, war, fighting, guns, blades, blood, unrequitted love, age-gap (19-37, 23-41, 32-50: Maths made me work today) f!reader, pet-name used, enemies to friends to enemies to lovers.

Song Suggestions: Let Me Down Slowly, She Used to be Mine

Tag List: @sordidmusings, @writingmysanity, @gingernut1314, @feral-artistry,

Destruction, chaos, blood and bones litter the splintered hull of the ship. The air was tinted with the scent of cinders, flint and ignited powders. Another cannon struck the top-mast, this time severing the link and reducing it to shredded planks. Everything was happening both too fast and too slow. Buggy was flying through the air, untameable as the sea and as chaotic as the storm rocking the ship against the thrashing waves.

A clap of lightning cut the sky, the sound of rumbled beaten-drum thunder reverberated and shook against your rapidly reducing vessel. You shook your nerves away from your hands and leapt into the air, holding your breath as you propelled yourself onto the enemy vessel.

You had no idea that a night of drinking and reminiscing with your captain and crew would lead you here. It started with ale, pale to start and ending with stout. Then you switched to ports and honey-mead to cleanse the palate and continue the merriment. Music, lividity, gaiety was where you started - singing heartily to the shanties of old.

And then they brought out the ouzo.

Ouzo, your one weakness, had memories spiraling and your heart swelling in love-stricken grief. It started with each of you recounting your places at the time of Gol D Rogers execution. Buggy could barely choke back his tears, almost coherent with words he left unspoken as he witnessed his heart stop as a fifteen year old. You confessed you were in a place you knew you shouldn't, a child of barely eight witnessing the death of someone you had adored from afar as king of your kind.

From listening to the recounts of the crew, anger began to fester below the surface. Tales of how Captain Shanks ruined the life of your beloved clown had your heart beating heavier - swelling with the thinning blood infused with a high percentage of alcohol. You had only then begun to uproot the prior stifled feelings regarding the redheaded captain’s first mate.

You thought you repressed them enough, compartmentalized enough. But the bile began to form behind your lips as your heart jumped into your throat as the memories found themselves within the forefront of your eyes.

He had every right to turn you down. You respect him more for it now than you did back then, that was for certain. You were barely nineteen, making a name for yourself as one of the most nimble-footed, light fingered thieves in the east blue. “Get in, get on with it, get it done, and get out,” was your motto; and a motto you managed to execute with the highest amount of competency and skill.

Stealing from a red-haired captain? An easy task you were commissioned to do. Having your heart stolen from your chest, lungs compressed of all its oxygen as your eyes met with the steel gaze of the first mate? Not something you had ever accounted for. But you fell first, and you fell hard.

You disregarded your mission, bullied the captain immediately to take you under his wing aboard the red-force and served with them for little over four years. In those four years, your heart was longing, craving affection from the first mate. Yassop gave you hell for it. Lucky Roux attempted to join in on the teasing - only for you to teach them both a lesson by misplacing and claiming objects very near and dear to them.

Each time you set to dock at port, you witnessed the love of your life take another to his bed. You drew attention yourself, and easily took a fling here and there. But in doing so, you were always longing to be the one chosen good enough - special enough - to warm the sheets beside Benn Beckman. To be the face he’d lie next to in the night, and the smile he awoke to in the morning.

At twenty three, you confessed. A night not unlike the one here amongst the red-hair pirates had you singing, swaying and dancing to the fingerpicking of a guitar. Ouzo drove your words, an apprehensive and innocent smile dancing on your lips as the warm alcohol flushed your cheeks. You laid it all out for him; from the moment your eyes first met, to the way you altered your entire life for the opportunity to be by his side - you risked it all at the beachfront fireside with the crack of warm flames dancing in your eyes.

As you leant in to place a soft kiss against his lips: he turned away from you with his eyes tightly shut. His hand clapped over your shoulder, as he kept you an arms length away and reopened his eyes.

“Darlin’, I’m flattered,” His voice drawled, brows furrowed in a deep frown as he held his eyes away from yours, “But I’m a little old for someone like you.”

Someone like you.

That phrase had all thoughts sour, all emotions and tempers running high as you hastily sprung to your feet and marched back towards the Red Force. Knowing now what you knew then, he had every right to turn you down as you confessed to him. You were young, a fool only in love; never unsound in mind.

Was that how all of the crew thought of you? An infatuated, love-sick, and thieving child following blindly the orders of your captain, under the watchful eyes of a first mate you’d come to love? You gave up everything to be by his side; your career long since forgotten as you worked yourself to the bone for the chance to be on the receiving end of a small smile from him.

You hastily packed your belongings, leaving no trace nor whisper you had ever served among this crew, and crept back into the shadows where you once more found yourself again. Thriving in the reignition of your skillset, you had managed to acquire a fair amount of wealth for yourself. Feeling in a celebratory mood after a successful solo heist, your eyes met with the hunched over figure of a sad clown.

Feeling content and pleased with yourself, you decided to buy him a drink. And then another.

And then you decided to join him for one.

When you met Buggy, you knew this was the crew you were always meant to serve with. Your skills as a thief had you perform in his circus as his prized assistant. His coy volunteer within the stands, his enchanting assistant showcasing his grandeur, his leading lady in the ring - his loyal First-Mate as he made a name for himself through fame and fortune. Never once did you feel the desire to romance the clown, keeping the need to express such feelings for another hidden well below the surface, but you loved him as one ever could love an older sibling who acted like the younger.

After slamming down your upturned, empty shot glass for the umpteenth time; you lulled your head atop his shoulder and nonchalantly raised your voice in question.

“What if we just,” your speech slurred as you looked over the back of your nails, “killed him?”

“Killed who, Doll? Who we killing?” Your captain asked, looking over your head to nod in appreciation of your painted fingernails.

“Shanks. The Red-Hair pirates. All of them.”

Buggy leant down into your ear, holding his glazed over eyes and a rumbled growl of anxiety laden excitement purred against your skin.

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

And this is where your booze-filled suggestion had you. Rifles drawn, cutlasses brandished and fists meeting flesh as you tore each other into ribbons of littered and battered skin. Teeth gnashing, throats growling and brows furrowing; the tension was being cut with layers of destruction. Two crews you had served with, the former being on the winning side of the fight as the latter began to perish. Your current crew were being annihilated, only very few remaining now standing as the Big Top was slowly sinking beneath the icy-cold water.

As another cannonball was fired from the end of an iron circlet, you fell to a crouched position and barely managed to cover your ears to stifle the ringing within. As you withdrew your ears and turned, you opened your eyes to a sight you never thought you would see again.

Facing down the barrel of a rifle, your eyes first met with the cold circlet of doom pointing at your head. You smelt the warm familiarity of tobacco first, your heart pounding harder than it ever did within the battle prior.

Glancing up past the barrel, you met with the cold and calculated stare of the first-mate of the red hair pirates. His eyes were wide and wild, his lips curled back into a grimace with the grinding of teeth, before the cruel twist of fate had his eyes stagger under recognition.

The warm hot flush of angry tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes as they continued to bear into his - his own raw emotion being depicted on his own face.

Beckman’s heart stopped, his breath hitched and cigarette fell from his parted lips as his jaw fell slack. Never once had you reached out. Not after all this time did he know you were even alive, let alone serving amongst the rival crew of the one you had come to know prior. He never should’ve let you leave - not like that. Not knowing how he truly felt for you and choosing to restrain himself from your alcohol-induced confession.

He loved you. He loved you so desperately, he could not see his life complete without you. And when you severed from the crew and left no trace, Beckman became a shell of a man he once was. Faking smiles, forcing laughter, joining himself with pleasurable company no longer on his agenda as all he could picture was your face. Your eyes: filled with such sorrow at his rejection, that was all he came to see behind his closed eyes as he lay to sleep.

"You gonna shoot me, Becks? Is that what it all comes down to?" Your taunt broke him away from his looping thoughts, his battletorn face alert to the woman he had come to long for. Your sinister and malicious smile was never something he ever foresaw being on the receiving end of, and it startled him.

"I don't want to, Darlin'. But if it'll stop you from fightin’ us and leaving with the clown again, I'll see it done,” he responded, clicking back the ignition on his beloved pistol.

The roars of battle fleeing from the lips of your Captain, his malicious cackles of rage-filled laughter hurtling towards Red Haired Shanks. Echoes of taunts and insults hurled into the air regarding the betrayal of one captain against another, all of which were met by an uproar of apologies from your former captain as he blocked every assault thrown his way.

Although you were a faithful first-mate, knowing it was your role to serve and protect your captain, you were struck down by your own swollen emotions within your heart. No longer filled with the taste and hindrance of alcohol, your once hidden thoughts and emotions began to swell of their own accord in front of the silver-haired first-mate.

You couldn't tear your eyes from Beckman’s, unable to break the spell of longing you felt for him. After all these years, he was still the man your heart cried for in the lonely hours of the night, as you lay in crew quarters aboard the enemy’s ship. The first man you ever loved. The man you would always love. The man who still held the pointed tip of a gun at your head as you scowled into his face, masking the pain his absence had drawn to you.

His eyes, his hair, his soul: all once held secret and safe with your adoration for him protected and refused to be spoken. Those words turned to broken mirrors, refracting light away from your eyes as they held firm against his own.

"You going to cut me down just like that? I thought you were a man far more dignified than all that," you huffed with a humorless laugh. His jaw clenched tightly shut, his eyes narrowing at you as you snarled at him beneath the barrel of his gun.

"And I never thought I'd see you again, let alone blindly serving the enemy,” He growled, dragging his eyes over your war torn clothes and battleshaken face for any semblance of injury.

Another cry from the clown in rage had your ears pricking at the sound, but eyes fixed on the expressions the man in front of you were holding. You saw the masking emotions slip, his eyes begin to glaze as your own mask dropped completely.

After all this time, he was still the man you loved. You loved him so desperately, so deeply, that you almost forgot the reason you were here in the first place.

He dropped his gun from your head and fell to his knees in front of you, reaching down his left hand to seek out your chin and cradle it beneath his thumb and index finger. You keep your eyes fixed on his as you allow the luxury of a hot tear to roll down your cheek, gritting your teeth in wordlessly reprimanding yourself for such an action.

“Benn,” the whisper of his name from your mouth had his body surge towards you, taking your lips beneath his in a long, bruising kiss.

His left hand removed itself from your chin to take your cheek into it, his right hand circling your waist as he cradled you against himself. You whimpered against his lips, feeling everything you had once felt for him simmer and boil to the surface.

You clenched your eyes tightly shut, brows furrowing as he reflected everything you had tangibly felt in yearning for him for all of these years. You felt the stubble of his chin scrape against yours, the taste of his final cigarette on his tongue as he deepened the oscillation. He growled as you finally gave in, hooking your right arm over his shoulder and placing your left hand atop his right cheek. You felt the etchings of his healed over scar dancing beneath your fingertips, an angry whisper of a tear leaking down to press against your thumb.

"Please don't leave with him. I couldn't bear the thought. Stop all of this,” he whispered against your lips, “Please stay,” he uttered, breaking the kiss to brace you against his body, “Stay with me on the Red Force. Serve Shanks once more. Please . I'll do anything-."

At that, you circled your chin around, breaking the embrace while rotating your hips away from him. You danced your body around his, placing a firm kick to the side of his head; successfully knocking the first-mate of the Red-Hair pirates to the ground and rising to your feet in one swift movement.

Benn was on his side, staring up at you with a mixture of shock, fury and pride.

"Good bye, Benn. You should've shot me when you had the chance."

At that, you ran fast as your feet could carry you towards your blue-haired captain. You quickly sought him out as he lay punch after punch against the face and torso of red-haired Shanks, who looked to just be sitting there and taking them. He easily could defend himself and thwart the rage of the clown by pushing him backwards into the sea water, but he just stood and took everything Buggy was throwing at him.

Buggy, your beautiful captain, was crying. Hot and angry tears were pouring without any semblance of stopping, as fatigue from the fight slowed down his rage-filled hits. His white gloves were stained red with the blood of the man who betrayed him, a man who appeared to be whispering in a voice so low only Buggy could hear it.

Your sprint drew you close, just off to the side as the punches slowed to a lull; Buggy’s shoulders shaking as he continued to sob.

“It’s okay, Buggy,” Shanks whispered, allowing another hit to land against his chest, “It’s okay. Everything is okay.” Buggy’s head hung low, his knuckles pressed firmly against Shanks’ torso as he continued to cry into the air.

Shanks hooked an arm over his shoulders, pressing Buggy’s sweat-smeared forehead against his own, as he embraced him with his battered remaining arm. Shanks’ eyes were closed and a whisper of a boyish smile was stuck to his face as Buggy’s sobs began to shake violently under his arm.

“I’m sorry, Buggy. I’m so, so sorry,” Shanks whispered, nuzzling his head against Buggy’s as he drew his head into his chest. Buggy’s eyes continued to remain wide and unblinking as he stiffened in the embrace.

You felt the presence of both the Red-Hair and the Buggy-Pirates at your side; battered, bruised and broken as they watched their captains embrace against one another.

“You can keep hitting me if you want,” Shanks smiled, placing his chin atop the blue hair of the captain you serve, “But know I’ll never hate you. I’d rather die.”

You felt an overwhelming sense of both panic and relief as Buggy circled his arms around Shanks’ waist and buried his head into his chest. Sobs from the clown and laughter from the redhead began to echo against the deck of the ship, confusing all those surrounding.

“Lay down your arms, boys,” Beckman’s voice rumbled from your side, prompting you to freeze in place. To your surprise, the Red-Hair pirates sheathed their swords and disarmed their pistols. Silence aside from the whimpers from your captain in the arms of your former were the only sounds gracing your ears, until they met with the flick of a lighter and a deep inhale of a cigarette.

You looked over to the silver-haired man beside you, watching as he took the back of his hand and wiped the small trickle of blood from your prior kick from his lips.

“And bring out some Ouzo, would you, Roux?” Beckman’s eyes upturned. You watched as that smile you so desperately craved began to draw up onto the lips of the man you loved, causing your heart to swell.

“Me and this one got a lot to talk about,” he stooped down, resting his forehead against your own as his charming smile began to grow, “Don’t we, Darlin’?”

The battle died down, your current and former captains sitting together in the middle of a table of the tavern as the Red-Force tethered and chaperoned the Big-Top into port. You were sitting at the bar, refusing to acknowledge any member of your former crew, nor your current. Cabaji and Yasopp were heavily engaged in a dart-throwing competition at the far end of the tavern; Roux and Mohji were talking about food in heavy detail, with Richie curled up at their feet.

And Beckman was sitting atop the barstool beside you, patiently watching and waiting for you to engage him in conversation. You continued to sit in silence, sipping at the small glass of ouzo first before downing the liquid and signaling for another.

“Someone like you,” you mocked him, tutting out a venomous reprimand before throwing back another shot of the burning, liquorice-flavored liquid as soon as it was placed in front of you, “Darlin’ this, Darlin’ that.”

“Is that what this was about?” Beckman chuckled, leaning his elbow on the bar as he took his cheek beneath his fist, “After all this time, you think-.”

“-You know what, Benn? Fuck you,” you spat, turning from him and signalling for the bartender to leave the remainder of the bottle, “Fuck you and your stupid ‘someone like you’, Benn. You should be so lucky, you arrogant prick-.”

Your words were stifled by the firm grip pulling at the back of your hair, immediately molding his lips over your own in a long, passionate kiss. He circled his chin, parted his lips and claimed more of your heart with each brush-stroke of the portrait he painted against your mouth. He bullied you, bruised you with his intensity; cradling you against his body with each motion he made with his lips.

Wolf-whistles and cat-calls were thrust into the air by the two pirate crews once sworn in hatred, now allies. Benn smiled against your lips, continuing to press more of himself into you before he broke away from claiming you against his mouth.

“Someone like you,” Beckman whispered, his breath tickling your lips with the former memory, “Someone as young as you. Someone as stunning as you. Someone that could have any man they wanted fall on their knees and beg for you to send a single look their way.” Your breath hitched, eyes wide at his confession.

“Is that what you’re doing, Benn?” your eyes dropped to his lips, processing every word relayed onto you, “Begging?”

“Pleading,” he confessed further before he claimed another kiss from your lips that ended as briefly as it began. You allowed the small break of a smile chip and whittle away against your prior stoic and aggressive demeanor.

“Why didn’t you say so when you had the chance?” you asked him, shaking your head at him and drawing up your palm to cradle his cheek within its warmth. He closed his eyes, leaning into the small gesture and kissed your palm.

“I wanted you to have the chance to do better, Darlin’,” he uttered, placing his hand atop yours and withdrawing it from his face, “Better than me.” You sought out his meaning behind his gray orbs and clicked your tongue at him.

“Why would I ever have wanted anyone else?” you whispered, shaking your head at him. He chuckled, turning back and poured two glasses of the burning, translucent liquid into the shot glasses.

“A guy like me doesn’t get someone like you,” he sighed, his smile still present as he downed his ouzo, “Someone like you goes for someone like Shanks.” He poured himself another and danced his glass rim against yours remaining unclaimed atop the bar. You took the hint and raised your glass within your hand, rolling your eyes at his comment.

“Someone like me changed their life to follow someone like you,” you quipped in return, downing the liquid and placing your glass back atop the bar, prompting Benn to do the same. “I gave up everything I was for you, Benn. I wanted you,” you took the neck of the bottle and began pouring the liquid into both of the glasses, “And I still do.”

“After all that fighting?” he asked, nudging you with his shoulder, “You still want me, Darlin’?” You sighed, a smile dancing on your lips as the crew around continued their merriment and conversations.

“Of course I do.”

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alexa-fika · 2 months

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Hello! I am the anon who requested the winged!child! Dracule reader, I got so giddy when I saw your reply. And yes the red haired is fine.

Seriously your work is awesome ♡♡

Lost Birds ( Red Haired Pirates x gn!child!Dracule!Reader)

A/N: Guys Finally! After watching the screen for hours it finally hit me and I think I COOKED, also thank you anon l, you’re gonna make me blush. -Yall I fell asleep while writing that this was meant to be posted yesterday 💀

Dividers by @saradika

Yassop sat at the crow’s nest, watching over the ship as usual and looking for any danger to the Red Force; his attention diverted to bustle below him, his crew involved in their usual antics despite the dangers awaiting them upon their arrival.

He glanced at his Captain talking to his first mate; when he first announced they were to head to Marineford, he was surprised, but he never hesitated; he knew what was at stake, how much lives could be lost if this was left alone

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as a sound came from above him; his head shooting up, he promptly took out his weapon and aimed it at an approaching figure, alerting the crew below him

His eyes narrowed as a sound started being heard the closer the figure got

“What is it, Yassop?” Beckman questions from the deck

Yassop stayed silent with his weapons still drawn, his eyes carefully analysing the figure in approaching them,

“We have company,” Yassop finally responded in a calm voice.

“There!” He said shooting towards the figure

“Ah!” Dokucha exclaims quickly, diving down to avoid the shot

“Hey! Mister, that’s rude!” they exclaim, landing on the deck of the ship only to shriek at the sound of a gun being cocked right behind them

Behind them stood Benn Beckman, pointing his weapon at them the rest of the officers not far behind

“Who are you?” He inquired, the usual cigarette resting on his lips, his eyebrows raising as Dokucha turned around, his weapon lowering slightly

“You’re just a kid…wait, you’re…”

“Dokucha?” Asks Shanks, walking closer to the small child kneeling down next to them

“Uncle Shanks? Uncle Shanks!” They laugh, throwing themselves at the man

Shanks laughed, wrapping his arms around the child, who was visibly smaller than him

"It's been a while since I've seen you" he smiled, brushing their hair

“You know them, Cap?” Question Yassop climbing down from his previous spot

“Did you drink too much yassop, or did you forget their face?” Pipes Beckman

Yassop Glances at the kid for a few seconds, taking notice of the wings, quickly realizing that not only were those the source of the noise that had alerted him before but that they were too familiar to him

He turns his head around in a flash as recognition washes in his features

“This is Hawkeyes kid?!”

“Papa?” The kid questions happily hearing their father's nickname

Beckmann sighs at this

“What are you doing here?”

“Umm, Papa went somewhere, and I wanted to fly for a bit; I flew too far and got lost.”

Shanks snickers at their words, standing up and ruffling their hair

“I think your father is heading to the same place we are headed, so you are in luck.”

“You’ll take me to Papa Uncle Shanks?”

“I’ll take you to him, but be warned,” he says to the child, smiling,” It’ll probably be a bit chaotic when we get there.”

“Okay!” they exclaim, their eyes glancing at the man behind him

“Hey! You were the one shooting me!” they accused, flying towards the sniper

Yasopp laughs, watching the child make a dash at them

“I wasn’t aiming at you, it was a warning shot,” the man replies nervously

“I ‘m sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Don’t be hard on the poor man, Dokucha; you did take all of us off guard,” laughed Shanks

“Hmph”

“Just don’t fly too far from our ship,” he says, still ruffling their hair

“I don’t want you getting lost again.”

“Okayyy, Uncle Shanks,”

“Is this really Hawkeye’s kid?” Mutters Hongo, looking at the child

“Im Papa’s kid!” The child cheers

Hongo smiles a bit, shaking his head at the sight

“I like your wings,” he tells the child

“Thank you!” They said, spinning around and flapping their wings

“Mmhm!”

“How do you sleep without smacking your wings everywhere?”

Hongo asks with an amused smile

They gasp offended

“I know how to use them! Let me smack you with them!” They said, shooting toward the doctor

“Still as lively as ever,” Shanks laughs, taking hold of them

“Let me at them, Uncle Shanks!”

“No need for that; Hongo’s one of us,” Shanks responds, putting the child down

“Hongo is our doctor, after all.”

They pout at him

Beckmann raises an eyebrow at the child

“Do you wanna cause a fight, little one?”

“They were insulting my flying!”

Beckmann sighs in amusement at the child

“He was just asking you about your wings.”

“Oh”

He smiles and ruffles the kid's hair,

“Just don’t smack the doctor.”

Okay I admit that ending could use some work but.. yeah thats it it needs more work 😂

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sexydoffyman · 9 months

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hi! how you doin'?

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

>\\<

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?

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viiiiiiiiiin · 2 months

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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.

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whispers-of-lilith · 11 months

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Y/n: "Hey Beck, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Benn: *takes a long drag of his cigarette* "No."

Y/n: "What?! But- I'd still love you if you were a worm..."

Benn: "That's nice sweetheart, but my answer is still no."

Y/n: *proceeds to huff and pout on the ship for the rest of the day until Benn finally cracks and gives in. Giving you the best dick as an apology for saying he wouldn't love you if you were a worm.*

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matchadobo · 1 year

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BENN; billiards séx

summary: you've read it folks. wc: 3714 tw: p0rn w/o plot, actual seggs read at your own discretion, cunnilingus, bj, fluff at the end, fem reader 🔞

“join you?”

“aye, in billiards. it’s quite lonely on my own.” he cordially requested, extending a hand to you and offering you a stick. “come on. accompany an old man here, aye?” an inviting smile on his lips, voice so deep you feel more drawn, glowing silver eyes under the poorly lit room as it mirrored things more than kindness. you couldn’t help but agree, such a tempting demeanor and you’re somewhat cursing yourself to give in.

you nodded with a smile, accepting the stick he’s offering. your fingers brushing against his sent your heart galloping. “ever played them before?”

“a little, but i forgot now.” you chuckled lightly, standing beside him.

“you’ve been staring at me long enough to remember, i believe.” he positioned himself before giving you a side eye; bending down, his bulging arms extended at one end and the other firmly holding the other end, watching the white ball carefully. seeing you blush tugged a smirk on his lips as he finally struck the ball and scored multiple holes. “don’t think for a second that i don’t catch your glances, sweet girl.”

he’s right. and right now you’re burning. you squirmed under his gaze as you squeeze the stick in your hands. looking down to regulate your temperature, you mustered a reply. “well, what’s a woman to do when someone so brilliant is playing before her. of course she’d muse at him, don’t you think?”

you met his piercing eyes once more, a faint smile on your lips. “brilliant, huh?” he shifted his weight, leaning by the edge of the board with crossed arms. his sinewy biceps protruded out of his fitted shirt, veiny forearms with fading scars never failing to distract you. “i assure you. i am mediocre at most.”

“please don’t humble yourself, vice captain.” you dismissed, walking closer and positioning yourself to hit. “wouldn’t hurt to say thank you to a woman’s compliments.”

“ah, you’re too kind, name.” he rubbed the back of his neck, muscles bulging out once more. you couldn’t help but swallow a lump in your throat, otherwise you’d be drooling. “i’m sure you’re better than me, though. it’s your turn, go ahead.”

he watched you closely as you bent down, stick beside your hips, arms stretched on both ends of the stick, vision narrowed at the white ball before you, you inhaled a deep breath before striking. and you score a couple of balls as well.

“mediocre for a gunman of your caliber? with an aim so precise, i find it hard to believe you.” you retorted as sharpened your pool stick, waiting for him to finish.

“you’re full of praises today, aren’t you?” he replied, striking and scoring a ball. he looked at you afterwards, stolen glances that lingered and meant something more than fondness.

“oh this is rare, vice-cap. cherish it.” you replied with a smirk, sparing him an impish look as you hit for your turn again.

“if there’s one thing i’ll cherish, it’s time with you.” he made his way towards you and leaned his bottom by the board, hands scooping his silver case of cigs in his jeans and putting it between his lips. “you’re good company.” he flicked the ashen lighter open and lit his cig, inhaling the nicotine and blowing smoke away from you.

“am i?” you chuckled lightly, bending down to hit again. “don’t i bore you, though? i’m quite… mediocre.” you side eyed him, seeing a smile form in his lips as he looked down chuckling.

“quite the opposite, love.” he blew smoke once more. “you’re the most intriguing woman i’ve ever met.” his tone was forward, eyes fixed on you as he scanned your movements and your form.

you met his eyes, “should i take that as a compliment coming from a notorious womanizer?” crossing your arms, you leaned your hip by the edge of the board.

“ouch, that’s pretty harsh.” he put a hand on his chest, a little twinge of a jocular pout in his face.

“only the truth.” you dismissed, rolling your eyes.

clearing your throat, you stepped a bit forward. turning to lean your bottom by the board as both of your hands clutch the edge of the board. “so, intriguing, huh? humor me about it, benn.” you nudged him, looking up at the silver-haired. the touch sending electricity across both your bodies, both ignoring the fact that it aroused something primal in the both of you.

“ah cheeky, aren’t you?” he looked at you over his shoulder, a low chuckle elicited from him.

“curious.” you scrunch your nose, chuckling to yourself. “the famed benn beckman find me intriguing?”

“now you’re just teasing, darling.” he rubbed his temples, sounding bashful. “i hope you’re aware that you’re treading on thin ice, young lady. you’re getting a bit… bold.” his tone was dark. in the dimly lit room, the only light being the lampshade and the little window by the far end of the room. you could see his steel eyes illuminate and burn with unspoken yet evident inclination. the smoke translucently traversing between the two of you, the scent of nicotine choking your lungs, his pink lips with a cig in between glossed in ruby from the booze, his pinky and yours precarious against each other—it was all too suffocating but you love the chase.

you replied, “you’re not so innocent yourself, mister.” shifting your weight, you leaned closer to get a good look at his smoky eyes. “your gazes mean something else, don’t they?” you accused, smirk evident on your eyes and tone.

“mean what? tell me?” he turned to the side, facing you. shifting his weight so he could lean closer to your face.

“like you fucking want me.” you returned, looking directly at him. gaze not faltering despite your rabbiting chest and dangerous proximity. “practically undressing me with those fucking glances, yeah?” you leaned a bit closer, tone sharp at each word you uttered. you carefully watch how his eyes trailed down your lips then back to your eyes. as if testing waters. “am i wrong, vice-captain?” you tilted your head in an attempt to taunt.

“it’s painful to keep saying that women are always right.” he sighed heavily before continuing, inhaling and blowing smoke on your face after.

“how about once and for all,” he stood up straight, walking before you. he stood between the space between your legs, alarmingly close. he then caged you in your place, both brawny arms by your side. he raised your chin with one finger to steady your gaze and attention at him and said, “we settle this, aye?”

you reached over and took the cig between his lips with your forefinger and middle finger, he lets you do it without protest. “this is in the way.”

in the blink of an eye, you inhaled a sharp breath before jumping into his arms and smothering his face. your arms and legs wrapped around him as you two soundly made out, he carried you by your bottom as he settled you down by the board.

your hands delicately trail up from his rugged, callous hands that later pressed your waist closer to his hips, to his veiny, scarred arms that soon engulfed you in an embrace, to his thick neck that you later peppered with wet, hot kisses, to his chiseled face that you soon traced his scars in, and to his gainsboro locks that you later persistently pulled on as the kiss got deeper.

his massive hand traversing across the small of your back from down to your bottom up to the back of your head. the taste of tobacco and liquor interspersing in your mouths, a bitter yet delectable taste. wrapping your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss, pulling on his snowy locks ever so often and eliciting a smirk from him through the kiss.

he pulled away from your lips, strings or saliva connecting from his lips to yours. his kisses then started from your cheek. down to the juncture between your jaw and neck as he nibbled on the skin, eliciting a stifled whimper from you. he smirked against your skin before traversing down to the column of your neck, placing light and soft kisses before stopping at one part and sucking on it. his other hand holding the conflux of your nape and head, holding it in place or pulling it all according to his will. his other hand firm on your waist, squeezing it ever so often.

he let go of the skin with a pop, satisfied with the large patch of purple on your neck. “that’s the most visible part isn’t it?” you sardonically remarked.

he replied with a smile before pulling you into a kiss again, maneuvering his tongue to explore each nook and cranny of your mouth. your hands trail down his belt, pulling him closer by it as you rubbed your core into his hips; getting more needy.

“impatient, huh?” he bit his lip, smirking as he took his hands off you to undo his belt. “we’ll get there, angel.” he caressed your jaw before discarding the belt someplace.

you then slid your shirt over your head and he did too. you traced each edge, scar, and crevice of his rough torso. musing at each badge of victories and defeats and each mark of resolute battles. you felt his goosebumps spread from your touch, burning fire across his toned body.

“allow me, darling.” his callous hands ran through the smoothness of your skin down to the hem of your shorts. he hooked a couple of his fingers by the belt loops, teasing your shorts off your hips. he fumbled between the buttons and the zipper between his index and middle finger, unbuttoning and unzipping slowly as he held your gaze and you two exchanged precarious kisses. he adored how you looked up at him, half-lidded eyes filled with desire, flushed cheeks, glossy lips, and mouth agape slightly as the thrill of his deliberate and unhurried pace of discarding your clothes left you wanting him more than you already do.

finally, he took it off you along with your last piece of clothing. he slid his hand below the curve of your ass and pulled your hips closer to the edge. “ready?” he scanned for any hint of hesitation and restraint from your eyes, but was glad that it was all amor. you nodded, watching him kneel without breaking eye contact from you. he first started peppering your stomach with licks and hot kisses, sucking on the sensitive spot near your core.

his coarse hands then spread your thighs apart as his mouth watered at what lies between. he planted small kisses on your inner thighs, his stubble poking you a bit and jolting you whenever he gets close to your sensitive core. he chuckled a little when you hid your face, growing embarrassed. “don’t cover your face, sunshine. i’d like to see you while i eat you out.” he smirked, combing through his ashen locks with one hand and the other pulling you closer to his face.

you threw your head back when he licked a long trail along your wet crevice, nails scratching the worn out board. he sucked harshly at each lip, prying your cunt open with his tongue as he rummaged through it up and down. you choked in a moan, hands reaching for his head as you pushed him further by your core. he moaned violently at your gesture, sending vibrations coursing through your body. you fisted his locks as he buried his face deeper in your cunt, sucking soundly while he slithered a finger inside. you could feel your insides churning as you felt your climax approaching.

“g-gonna co-come…!” you meekly declared, thighs twitching as he held it firm beside his head, his actions not slowing down despite your shivering body. if anything, he became merciless. sucking and slurping along your lips and nibbling by your clit, your moans got sloppier and needier. soon enough, you reached your high as you lay flat on the board, panting and looking at the ceiling with hazy eyes. he soon came into vision, both his sinewy arms placed beside your figure as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. “want to rest for a while, angel? that seemed to tire you out.” he affectionately chuckled, brushing the hair sticking on your face and tucking it in your ear. he cupped your cheek with one hand while the other supported his weight.

you shook your head, “just catching my breath.” you mustered out, a smile on your face as you broke into a small laugh. your hands trail from his neck down to his chiseled chest, “plus, you’re not the only one doing the giving, old man.” you sat up, hands trudging down to where his boxers lied teasing the hem of it too. your touch spreading wildfires across his body as it slid beneath the fabric, grabbing a hold of his hard member. you looked up at him and held his gaze as you pump his damp shaft and played with the tip with your fingers. “how does that feel, hm?” you mumbled, pace quickening under the tight fabric.

“what a tease,” he smiled, combing through his locks. “it feels fucking amazing, sweetheart.” he whispered by your ear, a hot kiss planted on the side of your face afterwards. “why don’t you wrap your little lips around it, aye?” he proposed, tone husky.

“but i feel like teasing you a bit more.” you pouted mischievously, pressing the head of his shaft around your palms while the other hand repeatedly pumped the column of it. you saw how he sucked in a deep breath, throwing his head back, and pressing his eyes shut at the sensation. “but if you’d say please, i might reconsider.” you smiled villainously, your authority driving him more wild. a smirk tugged at his lips before surrendering.

“please, darling. choke on it. will you do it for me?” he requested, pleading eyes full of lust and hunger. “please, i’d love to see you bob on it.” his hands reached by your chin, holding it between his forefinger and thumb. despite the word coating his request with gentle kindness, his deep, husky, and sinful voice had managed to make it sexual to your ears.

“naughty old man.” you replied, giving in to his taunting. you jumped off the board and kneeled before him. the tent in his boxers was more prominent than before. you finally slid the last article of clothing down, his member springing up from being kept in tight boxers. you licked a long trail at the column of his shaft, kissing the head with soft pecks afterwards. it stood curved a bit to the right, pronounced veins adorning his shaft, the head had more of a more red tint, his sensitive part comparably paler than the rest of his body, and grey pubes wild around the base of his shaft up to the bottom of his navel.

not long after, you swallowed him whole, immediately choking when the tip touched the back of your throat. “that’s it, sunshine. keep it in there.” he held your jaw, fitting perfectly in his large hand as he grinded his hips forward. “pretty fucking face.” he uttered before letting you go, his shaft glistening in your saliva as strings of it connected from his member to your lips.

you choked a bit before sucking in his head back one more, holding his gaze again as he placed both of his hands for support at the edge of the board; letting you do your magic. you bobbed loudly, slurping sounds sinfully echoing across the room in chorus with his throaty moans and praises.

“i’m c-coming, love.” he groaned, holding your jaw once more as your face got sticky with precome and saliva. minutes later, your throat was filled with his hot release. a satisfied moan escaping his lips as he caressed your sticky cheeks. your fingernails dug at his hips at his overflowing release in your mouth.

your back was now facing him as he positioned himself behind you, teasing his thick member on your plush lips when he rubbed it between your crevice. the squelching juices stimulating both of you. he gave your bottom a loud smack before kissing it lightly, leaving a huge handprint immediately after. he grabbed a hold of one of your legs as he propped one up in the board while the other stood and supported your weight to open you up more before pushing himself inside slowly. both of you hitching a sharp breath at the first stretch.

one of his arms was placed beside you as he supported himself while the other fisted and squeezed your propped up leg, trying to move back and forth in your tight cunt.

“mind if i go a little rough, darling?” he whispered by your ear, sucking on the flesh a bit.

“by all means, destroy me.”

he laughed meekly, before pacing himself in an unholy speed that drove you beyond insanity. your nails scraped through the board as the friction of his member pacing in and out your core sent your stomach in a flurry. you propped both of your hands up in an attempt to support yourself and gather all reason within you that he painlessly took.

he leaned forward, stippling your shoulder with faint kisses. you threw your head back as you clenched around him. his tip touching your cervix and his girth fully stretching you out each time he moved, you whined at the combined pain and pleasure. “enjoying yourself, love?” he panted by your ear, biting it afterwards.

“f-fuck you’re deep.” you mumbled slurred words and your moans grew more sinful and louder, not caring jackshit if anybody hears you. he groans gutturally, squeezing and kneading the flesh on your bottom at each thrust, accompanied by his constant mumbling of slurred words about how good he feels.

his pace was brutal, yet the words he whispered were so delicate. do i go slower? am i hurting you? how does this feel? that’s it love, take it. i’ll make you feel good, alright? do you love it? i can go faster as long as you can take it, hm? that’s a good girl, taking me so well. you look so pretty like this, my love. am i a bit rough? this okay?

you felt him throb and rub against your sensitive cunt, friction and heat leaving your eyes rolling at the back of your head. you couldn’t muster out a proper sentence; your head was fuzzy and clouded with sex. your chest tightening from the amount of pleasure you were stimulated with. your stomach tickling as your climax approached with each thrust.

“can i come inside?” he said between pants and low curses, hips stuttering as he neared his high. you nodded looking over your shoulder, skin sweating and sticking against each other.

in mere seconds, you felt him pulsate inside as ropes of hot come filled you up along with his throaty moan of relief. pushing himself one last time until the last drop before finally pulling out as he watched it spill out of your wet lips.

he reached over to one of his clothes to wipe you clean off before carrying your limp body off the board and onto the wide sofa in the room. he placed you down by the couch, settling beside you as he draped his coat over your bare, sweaty bodies.

his scent is pungent with cigarettes, booze, and a little bit of sweat. you inhaled him deep and nuzzled closer to his chest. his arm wrapped around you, tracing circles on your shoulder down to your arms as settled by his neck.

“you afraid anyone’s going to see us here?” you spoke softly, drawing shapes in his broad, scarred chest.

“not quite, ‘s not like they can do anything about it.” he chuckled, chest thundering by his low laugh. his free hand reached over to tuck your hair by your ear, and rub your cheeks lightly. “besides, you were loud enough earlier to serve as a warning.” he teased, tickling your neck with his calloused fingers.

you hid your burning face deeper in his neck, hitting his chest lightly. “freaky old man.”

“oh but you love it so much, aye?” he nudged you a bit, tangling your legs tighter under his coat.

“but, i’d like to be serious with you for a bit.” he started, looking down at you. you anticipated his response, looking up at his smoky eyes. “what do you say we grab ourselves dinner and we go around town, yeah? buy you those clothes you’ve had your eye on lately, or some desserts maybe. give you a bouquet and a peck on the cheek. hand in hand as we hang by the beach and watch the stars or maybe get drunk by the pub and talk all night about some stuff. we can screw around those silly games at the carnival, win you a stuffy or two, hm? or maybe try every street food and stuff ourselves full after.” he went on, fitting your hand in his large ones as he traced your fingers with his. “and when we finally get tired, we’d do this again but… it’d be in my quarters with romantic candles, roses, a lingerie on you maybe, and more love this time, aye?” he narrated slowly with hand movements, as if picturing it out for you.

your heart swelled at the thought, you took a deep inhale to try and not suffocate at your hammering chest and smiled ear to ear. “what a sap.” you looked up at him, hugging him tighter. “except that lingerie part, i’ll kick your ass.” you nudged him playfully as he giggled like a bastard before you looked back again into his deep, gray eyes. “treating me like a princess, huh?”

“well darling, you deserve to be.” he booped your nose, placing a kiss at the top of your head. “it’d be a waste to lose that sunshine on your face.”

“tch, bore someone else with your old ass.”

“ah, i know you love it. c’mere.”

just woke up one day, got thirsty for him, and fleshed this out

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ziinstuff · 1 year

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benn | mihawk | rayleigh | nanami | tengen

tw: none

"Do you dream of love?"

The elder man took place beside you. Facing the sunset.

Your eyes met his, the air between you charged with an unexpressed desire. His hand reached out to touch yours, his fingers lingering on your palm, sending shivers down your spine.

"Perhaps. Perhaps a little too often."

Your voice was soft, uncertain of how honest you could be.

The man's gaze never left you, his eyes searching for any sign of emotion, desire, or love. He took your hand in his, his touch warm and comforting, as if to ease your fears and doubts.

"And do you find joy in those dreams?"

This time, your response was less hesitant.

"Yes. But I fear they will forever remain just dreams, figment of my imagination."

The man leaned closer. He could feel his heart beating faster, his breath quickening. As if he were on the verge of something dangerous and beautiful.

"My dear, don’t let fear hold you back from the beauty of your dreams."

He whispered. His voice low and rough.

"For in the realm of dreams, love is the purest, most divine of all emotions. It is a place where we can be free to love without fear, to embrace the deepest desires of our hearts, to feel the sweetness of love without hesitation."

Your eyes flickered to his lips, your heart beating faster at the thought of what could be. You could feel the warmth of his hand on yours. The warmth of his breath on your face. And now, the intensity of his gaze on your lips.

Lost in the moment. Lost in the beauty of his words. You were lost in the possibility of love.

"But what if these dreams never come true? What if love is nothing more than a fleeting illusion? A hope?"

The man reached out his second hand, gently caressing your cheek.

"Y/N, my dear. You’re restraining your dreams. Let them guide you to the fulfillment of your heart’s deepest desires… To me."

Your eyes met again, and for a moment, there was no sound except for the beating of your hearts. You felt a wave of courage, or rather, of hope. You leaned closer, your lips brushing against his. A whisper of a kiss that spoke volumes about your feelings.

The man responded with a gentle caress, his hand resting on your waist, bringing you closer to him. Your bodies pressed against each other.

Lost in each other. Lost in the beauty of love. You were lost in the dream of a future together.

#benn x reader #mihawk x reader #rayleigh x reader #nanami x reader #tengen x reader #one piece x reader #jjk x reader #kny x reader

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cherryblossom-chopper · 9 months

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【Made of Mist】

Benn Beckman x Reader

Content: Afab Reader. She/Her. Lovers to Strangers to ??? Single motherhood.

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Benn stared down at the whiskey glass in his hands, shifting his cigarette between his teeth. He swirled his drink, watching the golden brown liquid swish around. The merriment of the Red-Haired Pirates and the burning booze did little to drown Benn's discomfort. He'd felt deep unease ever since Shanks set course to this island. The multi-day journey mainly consisted of his crewmates incessantly mocking him, eventually turning his apprehension into real distress. Benn knew (Name) would be on the island, ready to tear him a new one when she got a chance. He wasn't trying to shy away from that, Benn knew he'd deserved it, but the pain on her face was almost too much. He could forget to give (Name) a heartfelt apology if he couldn't even look her in the eye.

"Benn," Lucky crooned, pushing his way up to the bar, "Your little girlfriend is across the street."

Think of the devil, and she shall come. "Is she waiting for me?" Benn asked, preparing himself for the shitstorm he'd created. He tapped out his cigarette as (Name) hated the smell of the smoke.

Lucky looked far too amused for his comfort. "I don't think so. She saw me and looked pissed, so I don't think she's trying to chat you up."

The jeers from his crew mates rolled off Benn's shoulders. Despite the mental preparation, his stomach still churned. The thought of seeing (Name) made his stomach hurt. It had been nearly two years since they'd seen each other. There was no doubt in Benn's mind that she was royally peeved. Sucking his teeth, Benn finished his drink. A little liquid courage couldn't hurt. He strode out of the bar, his eyes scanning the storefronts across the street from the bar. Benn's head snapped toward the sound of her voice. It was the same as he'd remembered, making his knees weak.

"Thank you so much for keeping an eye on him," (Name) said to another young woman. She was standing on the porch of a home near the bar. A heavy satchel was slung over her shoulder, weighing her down.

"(Name), sweetie, you look worn out; I don't mind letting your sweet boy sleep here tonight," the woman offered gently, her own children clinging to her skirts, "You don't have to always be doing all the parenting by yourself."

Taking the pudgy baby from her friend, (Name) offered her friend a small smile. "It's just been the two of us since before he was born," she insisted, "So I don't mind staying up a little later. I'll just sleep when I'm dead." Her smile grew when she looked down at her son as his dark eyes stared quizzically back. The extra weight of her son made (Name) wince with discomfort. So she waved to her friend and marched off down the road.

Benn felt sick. What, that little boy in his (presumably) ex-girlfriend arms his son? The child had to be less than a year old, but he had only been gone- he paused, the math churning in his mind. Benn assumed his stomach hurt in the bar, but as his body moved without his mind's consent, his gut twisted painfully. His long legs brought Benn to (Name) far faster than he'd like. So fast that he didn't have time to come up with an opening statement. His arm reached out to grasp her, it felt so natural to bring her into his arms, but Benn felt short.

"(Name)," Benn mustered in a voice far lower than he intended, "It's been a while." He winced when she flinched in what Benn hoped was a surprise. The look on her face nearly gutted him. It was an expression he'd seen before. Her face was full of vitriol that was whisked away when the baby in her arms began to fuss.

"Hey now, sweet boy," (Name) cooed, "Don't start that now." Her trembling fingers gently trailed over the tufts of jet-black hair on her son's head.

Benn couldn't stand to interrupt the tender moment, and he was thankful for it as his throat constricted. It was like staring in a mirror the longer Benn stared at the child with dark hair and deep eyes. He felt as if he was seeing someone long forgotten.

Once her baby was soothed, (Name) turned her attention back to the man standing in front of her. "What do you want, Benn?" she asked dryly.

"I'd been intending on apologizing," Benn pursed his lips, his hand gesturing to the baby, "I think I should be doing more."

She cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed with Benn's weak attempt. The weight of her bag became more painful the longer she stood there. "You're really killing it in the ex-boyfriend department," (Name) snarked, rolling her eyes.

Benn scrunched his nose before quickly smoothing out his expression. He desperately wanted a cigarette. "I'm sorry for being gone for so long. I never intended to abandon you. I thought we'd only be away for a few months- but if I had known," he gestured to the baby again, "I would've come back in a heartbeat." His words felt clumsy in his mouth. Benn longed to pull (Name) into a tight hug, to squeeze all his emotions into her bones.

Exasperated (Name) huffed. "I was alone through everything Benn. Do you get that? Sure, I have my friends and neighbors, but that doesn't make up for my son's father not being around," she swallowed thickly, angry tears; hurt tears threatened to stream down her face, "I thought you were going to come home. I thought I would run down to the dock and surprise you with the pregnancy. You'd be so damn happy that you'd stay with me. But that was fantasy; I know that now."

Staring at the little boy, Benn covered his mouth with his fist. "He's really mine," he uselessly cleared his throat, "(Name), I'm so sorry I wasn't here. I would've stormed through hell to get back to you if I'd known."

"Worst part of all of this, Benn, is that I forgive you," (Name) murmurs, readjusting the baby in her arm. Finally daring to meet Benn's face, she was surprised to see the ache on his face. "I knew you loved the sea; I was just foolish enough to think you could also love me."

"I did love you. I do love you," Benn protested; he crossed the tense air between them, "Don't shut me out, please, at least not from our baby."

"Our baby?" (Name) spat, her weary expression twisted into a harsh glower. She clutched her son closer to her chest, "You don't get to make that claim. I carried, birthed, and raised my baby all alone. This is my son."

Benn's words faltered. (Name) was right; he'd damn near vanished off the face of Earth. Benn had boarded that ship confident that his lover was well and disappeared into the early morning mist. "Please, let me make this right," he begged softly.

(Name) sighed, the pain in her shoulder and back becoming unbearable. Kneeling, she rested her child in the grass and pulled a lengthy cotton cloth from her back. She carefully began tying the fabric into a carrying pouch. Tears prickled her eyes when Benn crouched beside her, and (Name) didn't stop him from picking up her son. Benn was a damn bastard, but (Name) trusted him. She loved him, ached for him, and seeing her pudgy little boy fit so well in Benn's arms made her heartburn.

"Why did you have to go?" (Name) asked, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She situated the cotton pouch across her body, testing the strength of the knots.

Benn pursed his lips, looking over his shoulder toward the bar his crew was drinking at. "Shanks he-" Benn stopped himself, looking down at the fragile baby in his arms. His son made his chest hurt in an unexpected way, "I don't know. I shouldn't have." When the baby yawned and nuzzled into his body, Benn felt his entire being melt. He hadn't felt such a strong desire to protect anyone until then. Benn didn't think he could give the boy back to his mother.

(Name) didn't give Benn that chance to protest. Her hands tenderly yet quickly situated the baby into the well-secured pouch. Her sleepy son relaxed into the soft fabric, content with his place at his mother's breast.

"You never told me his name," Benn murmured, not knowing what to do with his uncomfortably light arms.

"You never asked," (Name) replied with a rueful smile that didn't meet her glassy eyes. Then she hoisted her painfully heavy satchel back onto her shoulder, making her groan. She turned to leave, but the weight made her stumble.

Benn grasped her shoulders, steadying her tired body. "I'm asking you now. What's his name?'' His voice was tender, masking his grief. Benn couldn't let (Name) go, not like this.

The warmth of Benn's touch made (Name) feel more exhausted than ever. The weight of the past two years was suddenly crushing. Closing her eyes, (Name) leaned into him. "Charlie," she murmured, "Charlies Gibbs."

Benn pulled the bag from her shoulder. "(Name), I can never say it enough, but I'm sorry. I should bring you with me," Benn murmured solemnly, "I was a coward then." His hand pressed into the small of her back.

"I know," she slouched further into him. (Name) had been so angry for so long. She thought she'd slap him, yell at him, and spill all of her fury when they met face-to-face. The pain written all over Benn's doused those flames in an instant, leaving exhaustion and heartache.

Benn's eyes drifted down to their baby, who was far less concerned with the emotional turmoil brewing in his parents. "Let me make it right," Benn pleaded quietly, his chin resting on her head, "Come with me. Shanks has a little brat now, so one more baby wouldn't bother the crew."

(Name) thought of her cramped second-floor apartment. The two-room space, overtop a noisy storefront, couldn't be more comfortable than on a ship. She would have help with her son, and Benn would be there.

She wanted nothing more than to melt into Benn's touch, to let him rescue her, to let Benn care for his son while she slept. Despite that ache, her pride wouldn't let go of its vice grip.

"Okay, I'll come with you, but we're not a couple. Gibbs and I have been through a lot without you, and I'm not the same woman you knew," she conceded, pulling out his touch.

Benn nodded at her stinging words. He had nothing else to blame but his own selfishness. Slinging (Name) 's bag over his shoulder, Benn stuffed his other hand into his pocket. He itched to take her back into his arms, to hold his little family.

"If you help me pack, I can be on your stupid boat by tonight," (Name) said, walking away. Her jaw clenched, resisting the urge to look over her shoulder. (Name) wanted to trust that Benn was following, but doubt wormed into her thoughts. She tried to tell herself that if Benn didn't want to help, then she didn't need it. She didn't need him.

Benn followed like a hound nosing the ankles of its master. He wouldn't say it aloud, but he would never let those two go again.

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ziinesso · 2 years

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"Little bird, don’t go too far."

"Leave me alone! I’ll go wherever I wish to!"

"Y/N… Don’t be so childish and come back here."

"I don't-"

"Little bird. I don't like to repeat myself. You stay where I can protect you."

- kishibe (csm) ; kakashi, madara (nt) ; mihawk, rayleigh, katakuri, benn (op) ; toji, nanami (jjk)

#sso.prompt #kishibe x reader #kakashi x reader #madara x reader #mihawk x reader #rayleigh x reader #katakuri x reader #benn x reader #toji x reader #nanami x reader #csm x reader #one piece x reader #jjk x reader

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alexa-fika · 4 months

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Sleeping Techniques (Shanks x gn!child!reader x Beckman)

A/N: ya’ll I COOKED , prepared for the feelings to hit you, I need them on my life 😭. I wanted to add more Uncle Beck but do not worry as there will be next time 🫦 . 🐼 💕 that request you gave me, my dear the ideas are flowinggg! Maybe instead of a series we could do like different snippets of Dracule!Reader on interesting scenes?

Dividers by @/saradika

“Uncle Beck! Uncle Beck, Papa’s being silly again!” Reader exclaims

“What’d he doing this time?” Benn asks as he takes the cigarette from between his lips and holds it on his hand.

“He’s trying to beat Uncle Yassop in a sniping game.”

“And how’s that going for him?”

“Ummm…papa’s doing his best”

He snorts, a small bit of smoke coming from his nostrils as he does. He takes a pull on the cigarette and then stubs it out. Then turns to the small child next to him.

“Come here,pup.”

They smile, stretching their arms towards him

He picks them up without a second thought and holds them close, smiling softly at them as he does.

“Uncle Beck?”

“Yes, pup?”

“Im tired.”

“Well, you should get some rest. Can’t have you falling asleep around the crew; they might think you’re lazy.” He says with a wink.

“What’s this? Is Little Reader tired?”

“Papa!”

“It’s hard keeping up with you these days. You move so fast.” Shanks smiles and puts his hand on their head

“I’ll be taking over Uncle Beck’s shift. Up we go,” he said as he slowly picked her up from his mate’s hands

“Bye-bye, Uncle Beck!” They said, waving from over their father's shoulders

“See ya, little pup,” he says as they walk away, smiling softly as he does

“And down you go!” he says, dropping them into the bed

They giggle as the impact causes them to bounce on the bed repeatedly

“Now, sleep,” he said as he pulled the covers over them

They grin, slipping the covers off them and standing up, beginning to jump on the bed

“Nope!”

Shanks chuckles

“Oh dear. You’re a handful,” he says, joining them on the bed as he grabs their hands and starts tickling them

“Come on”

Pearls of laughter escape them as they try to escape his fingers, wriggling around vigorously.

Shanks laughs as he rolls over with them, wrapping his arm around their back, holding them tight as he continues to tickle them

“Come on, stop struggling now.” He laughs again

“Never!”

“Oh really now?” he laughs

“In that case, I’ll have to use my favorite technique.”

Shanks rolls over and pins them, leaning his head down and blowing into their belly as they squirm underneath him

A high-pitched squeal escapes them

“I give up, Papa!”

Shanks laughs

“It always works. My strongest technique!” he says as he stops tickling them, still chuckling

They lay there for a while, Shanks staring at them with a gentle smile as they slowly recovered from his attacks, breaths still ragged.

Shanks strokes their hair, still smiling.

"You're a little devil, you know that?" he says softly.

They grin and nod.

“I ‘m a cute devil!”

Shanks chuckles lightly

“Well, this cute little devil needs to go to sleep,” he said, tucking them in once again and sitting next to them, petting their head gently.

“I love you,” they say tiredly, eyes heavy

Shanks smiles sweetly as they begin to fall asleep.

“And I love you too my little devil,” he says, still gently stroking their hair.

Nah cause now I need Ben!Reader 🥹 The ideas started flowing with Shanks!Reader too, sister Uta and brother Luffy?? Uncle Yassop??

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sexydoffyman · 10 months

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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.

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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Hello love . I hope you are doing freat . I dont knkw if your rwquest box us open its not feel free to ignore this . Can you please do smt with one piece boys ( law , zoro , marco and benn your choice ) with a chubby s/o that gets harrassed/grabbed when she says no they start to belittle her ( you are lucky we gave you attention seeing how you look) (true story some ppl are just shitty ). If you can do it it will amazing op boys are my comfort characters . Sorry if its long! Take care of yourself and thank you in advance xoxo

Hello Love! I am so so sorry this has taken so long. This month has been absolutely bonkers, and whenever I think I have a little free time things just keep happening. Anyway, enough of the melodrama lol you don't need to know all this. I wrote this as headcanons in like ficlet/drabble formula. Thank you for requesting! Once again, sorry for the delay, I hope you're able to come back and read these.

OP BOYS & CHUBBY READER WHO GETS HARRASSED WORD COUNT: 2.4k total! CONTENT WARNING: Slight sexual harassment, violence, blood, slightly suggestive conversations. so not nsfw on that level. read at your discretion. please dni if these kind of things are triggering. i would hate to make someone upset or uncomfortable.

It was just like your crew to always find themselves in the rowdiest, most popular pub in town. You had gotten used to their affinity for a good time, after all, they were pirates—and so were you. The sea was a dangerous place. Every wave brought a new sense of danger, a new threat to your life. You learn quickly throughout your journeys that in order to survive this life of alluring adventures you needed a particular set of skills. You needed unfaltering courage in the face of even your biggest adversaries. You needed a quick wit, so sharp your enemies see the blade coming. You needed nerves of steel, the kind that keeps your legs from quivering in the middle of the biggest bluff of your life.

And you also needed Ego on your side; one carefully constructed to be not too big, not too small—just enough to float, just enough to keep from insults from sticking.

You think Ego is your friend. You think Ego is standing behind you, hands on their hips, frown on their face when you feel a slap on your ass. You turn around, top lip curled, hands going to your own voluminous hips. Anger bubbles in your veins, and your fingers dig into soft flesh.

“You still don't know to keep your hands to yourself?” you bark, looking up at the person in front of you. They have several heads on you, and shoulders so broad it procures images of a ship's mast.

“Oh, come on,” he goads you. You can tell by his crooked grin he finds himself charming and convincing. The only thing you feel he's convincing you off is to kick him right in the ball sack. “Don't act like you don't like it. It's not like you get a lot of attention anyway.”

That kind of comment is not new. You tilt your head, almost instinctively, a small hum in the back of your throat feels like the start of an engine purring. Still, you manage to make it sound soft and condescending. He does not take to it well, and he seizes your arm, pulling you towards him with force.

“Don't you act all uppity with me, you should be begging me to grab your ass,” he hisses as he flies towards your face. His face is contorted in barely controlled rage, eyes dilated, a vein throbbing on his temple. You try to pull your face away from the stench of alcohol and fish on his breath. “Looking like that, your crew must be embarrassed.”

There's a threat unfurling in your throat, thorny roots growing and beginning to lash out. They never make it past the back of your teeth. There's a presence you're all too familiar with, quickly intercepting between you two.

Benn Beckman

You stand in his shadow as he slips between you and your assailant. He was so quiet you almost missed his entrance, if it wasn't for the faint smell of tobacco. He stares the man down, a cigarette perilously hanging for its life between his lips. His rifle was comfortable settled over one shoulder.

“The only one embarrassing me here is you,” he informs with a raise of his eyebrows. “Get your hands off what doesn't belong to you.” Benn looks over his shoulder at you when the man releases you. “You okay, bug?” You nod, not trusting yourself to speak without hissing or cussing up a storm. Instead, you massage your bruised arm.

You hear the man again beginning to speak. You can't catch the words he's trying to form, especially not when Benn swings his rifle around. The butt of the gun slams into the man's chin once. There's a scream coming from the bar, and you hear bar stools toppling over; the feet of chairs scrapping the floor so shrilly your ears ring even when Benn swings his rifle again, this time ramming his weapon right in the middle of the man's face.

He screams as he falls over, hand clutching his nose as bright red blood spurts between his thick fingers. Benn approaches slowly, his long legs not needing to do much to breach the distance. When the man struggles to get up again, Benn brings a foot down on his stomach, stealing his air. He crouches down as the man coughs, and splutters, too winded to react immediately.

“Get out,” he tells him plainly tapping the butt of the rifle on the ground. Benn holds on to the rifle with both hand while he crouches on his haunches. You think he looks all too casual for a man who had just broken someone else's nose. “You're lucky it was me.”

He stands up and leaves the man to his friends who drag him out as they all launch empty threats into the air. Benn walks back towards you. You think to thank him but his large hand finds the side of your face. You're not sure if it's the adrenaline rushing through you, or shock, but you lean into the warmth of his skin. He leans in to whisper in your ear: “Don't worry, Bug,” he whispers. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear. “I still find it extremely difficult to keep my hands off you.” He pulls away and brings his hands up, and looks towards the back of the establishment with a sheepish grin—as if he had gotten caught with his hands in the cookie jar. “But what can I do? Captain's orders.”

He grins and sets a fire over your skin, goosebumps left behind at the sound of his laughter.

Marco the Phoenix

“Oi, oi,” his voice sounds jovial, friendly even. You glance sideways at the ship's doctor and know better. His smile didn't reach his eyes, and his shoulders are particularly tense. You chew on the inside of your cheek and resist as best as you can. Under the circumstances, offering your services as the unofficial masseuse of the Whitebeard Pirates would be very tasteless. You would loathe to appear tasteless, at least in the presence of Marco. “Now,” he starts again, his fingers grazing your skin as they grapple the man's hand. He pulls on his fingers, until the man cries out in pain, his free hand around the man's wrist. Marco has the man's ring finger in a vice grip. “You really should be careful where you put your hands. Sometimes, we don't realize it, but we put them on very very dangerous places.”

He smiles tightly, eyes growing increasingly dark. The man groans as he falls to his knees, trying to move along with Marco as he pushes his fingers back closer towards his wrist. At the sight of the tattoo on Marco's chest, the man's eyes grow wide and he starts to plead. A scream rips from his throat, and you are rooted to your spot, unable to look away from the scene.

“Accidents,” he says crisply. The bar had grown deathly still, and you hear a crack split through the silence. You flinch right before the man screams again. “They can happen at any time. You should get that looked at!” he said, brows raised as he feigns concern. He slips his hands in the pockets of his colorful shorts. “Looks pretty bad.” The man is holding on to his wrist, his finger twisting at angles you know are not normal. Marco wrinkles his nose at the sight of his finger, bruises blooming around where knuckles should be.

There's a warm hand on your wrist, and you allow yourself to be swept away from the scene. You're brought back to reality by the feel of hands running down your arms, up your neck and settling on your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Marco asks you, brushing a thumb over the apple of one cheek. You nod quietly, eyes darting away to look at his shoes. He had always been this close when he checked on you, being as accident prone as you were, but somehow this kind of closeness feel strangle intimate.

“Good,” he says releasing your face. You blink, trying to focus, and he flicks your chin with the knuckle of one finger. “Chin up, Buttercup. You're perfect and beautiful. Men like that only know what the floor of the deck tastes like. They got two butt holes for eyes,” he uses his fingers to point at his own eyes and back at you. He looks ridiculous, and you had never heard him say such things. You laugh, finally feeling yourself relax a little bit.

“Theeere you go,” he coos, as he reaches out to pinch your cheek. You rub it once he lets go. “Let's go have a drink. Just you and me.”

Roronoa Zoro

You smell him before you see him. Sweet sake that floods your senses. When you breathe out, the air whips around your ankles, and you hear a blade in the air. It stops on the inside of the man's elbow—the same arm that is holding on to you. Zoro doesn't look at you. You don't have to, to know the expression in his eyes; so deadly it would freeze any prey on the spot. By the way the man's knees seem to slightly give, you think it's effective on drunk and incorrigible men too.

“You must not like this arm too much,” Zoro speaks at last, as the loud din of the bar quiets into hushed murmurs. You can hear Nami say something, and Luffy shouting a command but your heartbeat is too loud in your ears to make out what they're saying. You swallow thickly, and lick your lips. You think you should try to wiggle out of the man's hold now—shake him off but Zoro's sword hasn't moved, and so neither do you.

The man laughs, his fingers tightening around your arm so much you wince. Zoro looks back quickly, just enough to catch your pained expression before he flicks his wrist. It was a quick movement, so fast you barely catch it when you blink. You see blood, and you hear screaming. Zoro stands in front of you, as the man's friends come rushing forward. They yell to try to pick a fight but when you hear movement behind you, and smell smoke, you know Sanji is nearby.

“He'll be fine,” Zoro says more to your questioning looks than to appease the panicked men. “I didn't cut through the bone.”

Outnumbered, they retreat with their bloodied companion. Zoro sheathes his sword. He rubs his hands in front of his shirt, as if wiping away dust and responsibilities. Sanji is hovering around you and him—going from angrily yelling at Zoro to cooing at you protectively. You wave him off, embarrassed that anyone had to come to your rescue much less Zoro.

The blush on your cheeks is heavy, crushing whatever was left of your pride. You think you should drink the night away, and forget this ever happened but as you take your place back at the table next to Robin, Zoro drags a chair noisily to sit next to you. You try to ignore his stare boring a hole on the side of your face. When you find the courage to look towards him, ready to pick a fight out of irritation your words die out at the sight of his face. He is straddling the chair, his arms folded over the back of it, his face partially buried in the crook of them.

His eye holds your gaze captive, as your heartbeat accelerates.

“I don't know what they're talking about,” he mumbles, ignoring Sanji as he talks to him. “You look perfect to me.”

Trafalgar D. Law

It is frightening how you never hear him coming. You think you should. His shoes seem heavy enough. His ego seems heavy enough. His hat and his mean mouth seem big enough. You never hear him though, not even now.

You look down at the hand holding on to you, to see tattooed fingers wrapping around his wrist. You watch them flex, until the knuckles go white, until the man screams and loosens his grip. Law pushes him away from you, his expression calm and collected.

“I applaud you,” Law chimes with a grin. “You really have a way with words.” He brings a hand up to clap it against his chest. “They hit right at the heart.” Law shakes his head dramatically, golden eyes on the ground. You reach out tentatively, clasp the sleeve of his shirt. Law shakes you off gently. “Here's the thing though,” he raises a finger in the air as he circles around you.

You blink, finding it amazing that Law can hold someone's attention so well with just mere words and his presence. You watch the man stay motionless, not bothering with his bruised wrist anymore. If he was any smarter, he'd run but a fool was a fool. There was no saving them.

“My kind of justice,” he stops in front of you. You look back at his amber eyes, and he takes a deep breath before he looks away again. “Is an eye for an eye.”

You see his shoulders tense. His arm moves before you think you should stop him. In his hand is a cube, and inside the cube is a beating heart. You sigh noisily, and resist the urge to roll your eyes. He must have sensed your annoyance, you think, when Law looks back at you with raised brows.

He tosses the heart towards you and you scramble to catch it; heart in your throat, heart in your hands. You laugh softly at the situation.

“I believe in your brand of justice,” he says as he starts walking past you. He drops a hand on your head, and ruffles your hair. He leans down to whisper in your ear: “Come find me when you're done. I'll tell you all the ways he was wrong.”

He takes the heat of his breath with him when he walks away to the table where Bepo is sitting. The heart beating in your hand takes you away from thoughts of Law and his mouth, and the feel of his breath on your skin.

“Well,” you say, bouncing the heart on your hand. The man screams pathetically every time it flies in the air. “Whatever will I do with you?”

#one piece hcs #one piece headcanons #benn beckman #benn x reader #one piece marco #marco x reader #zoro x y/n #law x you #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #fic request

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tsunderedoctor · 2 years

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Hi, I'm new to your blog and think it's so kind and fantastic that you offer so much comfort to other fans like this. If it's a good time for you and you're comfortable with it, may I ask for an emergency request? I've been struggling with self-loathing thoughts and feeling like I'm a burden. There's days it feels like the bad feelings bubble up and want to explode "Because I'm worthless!" when people ask what's wrong, even though I don't want others to know. Could I get Smoker, (1/2, sorry!!)

(2/2, again so sorry for the length of this!) I wanted to know if I could get Smoker, Shanks, and Benn with an s/o (gn! reader please) along with Whitebeard (fatherly) that accidentally blows up like that and how they comfort or challenge their partner's thoughts. I struggle correcting my own negative thoughts and it'd mean a lot to hear them call them out in a way. Either way, thank you so much for your time and I appreciate you and your blog immensely.

So sorry this took so long, I won’t lie I haven’t been feeling well lately mentally, but I hope you are well and know you are important and so loved!! 💜

Despite his gruff appearance, he has a soft spot for good people, and you are on that list. He struggles with his words and knowing what to say, so he allows his actions to speak for him.

He enjoys quality time and acts of service to let you know how you mean to him. Once he notices the rejection and feelings of worthlessness coming from you, he does his best to spend more time with you, even taking away from work.

Goes silent when you snap at him, reminding himself you are just upset right now and that you need his support during this difficult time. Even if you refuse the hug, pulls you close, telling you how much you mean to him through red cheeks.

Spends the rest of the day, gloved hand petting your head, trying to remind you how important you are to him without expressing those difficult words.

Shanks hates when people criticize or talk badly about his things, and that includes you too! He has no problem putting you in your place when you begin saying mean things about yourself.

He goes out his way to make you see how much he needs you, even if it means hurting himself on “accident” just so you can patch him back up!

Reminds you how much you mean to him and pulls you close to his body. He’s a physical touch lover and wants you to know that sometimes he just needs you and can’t go a day without your hugs. Just one more reason why you are so important to him!

If you still refuse to see things his way, he will give you the stare that terrifies a hundred men, DON’T talk bad about his beloved treasures or feel his wrath!

Benn is a bit more easier to talk to than Shanks when it comes to self-hatred. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care however, rather he understands the feeling and knows nothing he will say can change that.

More of a acts of service doer, so he helps you relieve some stress by making your favorite meal or doing a difficult task you were stressing about.

Let’s you vent out all your frustrations as he smokes a cigarette and hums every once in a while, letting you know he is listening. He knows this emotion is just a phase and will pass, leading you back to wanting to be in his arms soon enough. You just had to work it out of your system first.

When the time comes and you just want to cry in his arms, expressing your anger and frustrations, he opens them wide to let you in. Strong arms working so hard to hold the weight of the world for both of you.

This reminds him so much of Ace, it hurts his old soul. Please don’t go doing something crazy, like sacrificing yourself to feel your validation of being needed and wanted.

Keeps a close eye on you and does his best to be a listening ear when you come for advice or support. But always tells you that you matter in the crew and that he’s proud of you.

Definitely a words of affirmation and quality time seeker. He wants you to know you belong in the crew and will tell you every day if needed. You ARE important, damn it!

Even on his death bed, he reached out and pats your head in a loving manner, reminding you just in that act alone how much you matter to him and that you did him proud. Don’t be so hard on yourself or you’ll make your old man cry.

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