#op Benn Beckman

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Kind And Gentle

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Word Count: 3,100+

Synopsis: Your shoulders and back ached with a pain you had attempted to cast aside as you went about your duties. The ache turned excruciating, your focus now being taken hostage between the gripping pain. Fortunately, the grip of two firm hands found your body and eased you through the torment.

Themes: Benn Beckman x reader, Friends to lovers, confessions of love, suggestive dialogue, massaging - reader receiving, pain, aching, yearning, small kiss, Shanks is a meanie, swearing, teasing, Beckman is a softie, Beckman is a gentleman, term of endearment "Darlin'" used - it's just what I associate him saying.

Notes: Pure self-indulgence fic, procrastinating while I should be going through my WIPs. My shoulder hurts, guys. Needed this to get out of my system and get through the pain.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @carrotsunshine @i-am-vita @gingernut1314 @mfreedomstuff @missbeckman @tiredemomama

Pain. White and hot, swelling and encumbering. This was what you were experiencing in the middle of your spine; just a little to the right side of your body.

The ache never eased, no matter what position you slept in, nor adjusting your posture throughout the day. It was unending, the torment which knit your muscles together and cemented them in place. 

You clenched your eyes tightly shut, bracing yourself against the wooden hallway wall as you rotate your neck in a circle atop your shoulders slowly. Arching your back, you winced as the knot continued to integrate itself in a woven entanglement of painful muscle beneath your skin. 

Biting back a whimper, you tried as you might to reach the cursed divot beneath your flesh, whining quietly as your fingertips barely brushed against the surface of the painful coil. The ache called to you, the burden causing a small tremor in your lips from the electric heat of the hidden wound. 

Shaking your head, you huffed out a breath as you attempted to soldier on about your daily chores. Ignoring the tight ache beneath your skin with a deep grimace written on your lips, you finally gave into your pain and balanced your hands against the wooden beam atop the deck of the Red-Force. 

The sea breeze hit your nose, relaxing you briefly before the pain eclipsed all your senses. Brain foggy with anguish, lips parted and panting, eyes frantic and wife: you could bear it no longer. You muted a cry, muffling it within your mouth while you tried to release the elastic coil in your back by twisting your torso. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you curse in a soft whisper, your brows rising in a pain-riddled peak in your forehead. You moaned out in a soft whimper, praying nobody could hear your weakness as you tried to reach for the spot a second time.

The band was bordering on excruciating, your mind contemplating whether or not to seek out Hongo for medical attention due to the intensity of the pain. Just as you began to turn on your way, two strong hands clapped over your shoulders: thumbs moving in rough circles against your skin. 

“I got you, Darlin’,” the gruff voice Shanks’ first mate whispered in a calming rumble, “Just tell me when I'm gettin’ close to it.” 

Benn Beckman. It was always Benn Beckman. Any time any of the crew needed anything, no task too small, no feat too great: Beckman was the champion you had all grown accustomed to rely on. Leaning back into his touch, you hung your neck low to grant him greater access

“Oh-... mmmf-... -‘kay,'' you whimpered, curving your back down to expose more of your spine to him, “It's not-... Hhah-... It's not normally this-...fucking, shit-... -this bad.” A small click of his tongue snapped at you in empathy as his thumbs brushed against the coil of pain. 

Although your friendship with Beckman ran deep, you had never engaged with him physically before. You respected one another, adored one another, and were as close as two crewmates could be. Two sides of a coin, twin edges of a blade, the gunpowder and the spark that lit the fuse - this was how you were described by your red-headed captain. 

But as his thumbs sought out your deepest pain, all your thoughts escaped you. There was nothing else, just: Beckman, his focus and his expert touch. 

“Just a touch to the right-... ahh, Becks!” you cried out as his digits flicked over the painful swell beneath your flesh. Huffing out pants of breath, you sobbed in strained relief as he continued massaging your body. 

“Oh, fuck. It's there, isn't it?” he whispered, the thumb of his right hand pressed firmly against the tight knot as his left hand braced you against the side-beam of the boat, “There it is, Darlin’. I found it. There's the spot.” You arched your back within his broad hands, your arms stiffening in firm pillars against the deck as he prodded the painful peak in your back. 

“Oh, that's it! Right there, that's the spot,” you mewled out, crying and gasping for him as he untangled your muscles with his rough, practiced hands. Just as he pressed his strength further against you, you winced out a strangled, “Fuck, not so rough! Be kind and gentle with me, Becks!” 

“Darlin’, this is me being kind and gentle,” he bullied his thumb into your skin, stapling you to the wall of the ship by his hips and holding you steady with his hand perched on your left shoulder, “You need a bit of rough treatment. Hold still, let me coax it out of you.”

“Becks,” you whispered out his name, lulling your head back on your shoulders as he continued to pry, paw and claw the knot apart with his right hand, “Becks it hurts.”

“I know, I know,” his gruff voice reassured you, the gentle hold of his left hand against your shoulder contradicted the right hand that bruised your muscles, “It'll all be over soon. I'm nearly there, I can feel your body moving it with me. Just hold on.”

His thumb pressed an intentional swipe up, directing the pain up your back and into the peaked corner of your shoulder. His brows knit low in deep concentration, prompting him to suck in an empathetic breath in anticipation. 

“Ohh… You're gonna hate me,” he whispered in your ear, kicking your feet apart with his heavy boots before anchoring his pelvis against your glutes to hold you firmer against the ship's wooden railing, “You need an elbow.”

“No, no, no! Not an elbow!” you cried, just as his right elbow drew itself against your spongy flesh, “Becks! It's-... nnmfph-... too much! Ahh! Too much!”

Attempting to break from his grip, you shook yourself away from his hands, only for your body to immediately betray you. Bent over the railing, your back immediately became unraveled by a firm grip and a strong elbow to the point that ailed you. 

“Oh hush, you need it,” he barked in a soft tone, eclipsing your concern with an intentional rotation of his elbow against your shoulder, “Be a good little thing and take it.” He was moving the vines of the entanglement away from the source point, breaking it down beneath his body and flushing it out with heavy swipes. 

Benn Beckman was experiencing the toughest battle he had ever had the displeasure in engaging with. He was trying to tune out how good you sounded calling out his name in pants and whines, his own empathetic huffs and groans mixing harmoniously with yours as he gripped your flesh.

“Benn Beck-...fuck-... It's right there. Right there, Becks! Don't stop!” you whimpered, your voice high and your desperation showcased in the soft pants of your breath. The release of your entangled flesh was just within Beckman's grasp, prompting him to switch back to using his fingers to expel the pressure beneath your skin. 

“I got you. There ya’ go,” he confirmed again, expanding the heel of his palm against the binding presence of the last of the entanglement, “Breathe through it with me, I'm not gonna stop ‘til you're done.” 

“Oh, fuck Beckman,” your eyes glazed over, your lips parting and crying out in bliss as his skillful ministrations cast out the pressure in your shoulder as a priest would cleanse unholy ground to make their sanctuary.

“Th-That’s it. Oh m-my fuck-,” you whined back into his hands, “You're so good. Your hands feel so good.” As the last of the knot fled your shoulder, a warm chuckle rumbled from behind you. Beckman's laugh brought you comfort, his softness depicted in this small moment as he held you in his arms. 

His firm hands turned soft, caressing your shoulders in tender, gentle touches. He molded both of your shoulders within his palms, your body becoming jelly beneath his rough and calloused hands. You moaned softly as he maneuvered your body in a perfect arch against his chest, the rumble of his chuckle reverberating within your back to vibrate within your chest. 

“Better?” he whispered in the shell of your ear, easing his body back to enable you to escape his broad cage. Instead of breaking away from his body, you relaxed into his arms, sighing out a warm breath of contentment. 

“Thank you, Becks. You're bloody amazing at that,” you praised him, feeling light and free of the bonds that confined you, “Why did you offer to help me with it?” 

“There was something in your face that told me you needed it,” he shrugged, huffing a small chuckle out of his nose and leant down to rumble out a whisper in your ear, “Always wanna help you, Darlin’.”

“Oh Becks, I could kiss you,” you turned in his arms, gazing through half-hooded eyelids up at him, “Can I?”

He smirked down at you, a small pink due flushing his cheeks with a subtle dust, bobbing his head in a soft nod to grant you permission. As you circled your arms over his neck and began to draw him closer to your lips, a chorus of barked laughter and an uproar of cheers echoed along the hull of the ship. Clapping hands, whistles and hoots erupted from your crew now surrounding the two of you. 

“Oh, Beckman,” your captain cackled at you, his right hand clapping over his heart, “In public, big guy? And you,” he pointed his index finger at you, his wolfy grin painted in a drawn-out taunting smirk, “You sly little fox. Gettin’ the big man to take you right on the deck?”

“What?” you questioned your captain in a warning tone, floating your eyes between the rest of the crew gathered on the deck beside him. Shanks’ playful twinkle fluttered beneath his weighty eyelashes. 

“Be gentle with me, Becks,” he mocked in a needy moan not too dissimilar from your own, before hardening his features and deepening his voice in a grunted, “You need a bit of rough treatment,” he commented gruffly. The color drained from your face, eyes widening and lips parting once again in bashful horrification. 

“Oh right there, Becks, don't stop,” Shanks continued his performance, a small warning began to rise within Beckman's throat in a rumbled growl. Breaking out of your embrace, he grimaced at the red-head in front of him. 

“Enough, Cap’n,” Beckman snarled, reaching within his pocket and pulling out his lighter with his left hand, fishing out a cigarette to follow, “Got out a knot, s’all. You know how shit they are.” Beckman ignited the end, taking a lengthy drag and exhaling a puff away from your face. 

“Really? That's all?” Shanks cried out a laugh, the crew echoing his unashamed and carefree joy at the notion, “I thought I saw some hips moving together, Becks. You were letting some of your own groans out too, mewling like a wh-.”

“-Or should I relay half of the bullshit you curse out when Hongo releases the knots in your own shoulder?” Beckman smirked, his eyes daring his captain to say another embarrassing quip. After a pregnant pause, silent tension only momentary before another uproar of laughter barked out amongst the Red-Hair pirates. 

“Yeah, yeah. I'm done,” Shanks waved his hand in the air, shooting you a small wink before turning to face his crew, “What say we make port, huh? Resupply with some fresh drinks, a hot meal, some good company, and a comfortable sleep on dry land?”

“Aye, sir!” the crew echoed in unison, your own confirmation falling from your lips as you began maneuvering around the first-mate to resume your duties. Just as you passed Beckman's shoulder, a firm hand shot out and gripped your forearm to hold you in place. 

“Beckman?” you asked, turning to meet his eyes. You floated your own between his, hovering your attention to fixate on him completely, “Everything alright, Sir?” 

“Goin’ back to ‘Sir’ again, after all that,” he murmured, barely above comprehension. Your quizzical feeling never left you, still hovering between the lenses of his glassy orbs. 

“How you feeling?” he asked as he pressed down the filter end of the cigarette beneath the pad of his thumb, placing the butt-end in the small drawer attached to the hull of the ship, “I get it all out, or the ache still hangin’ in there?”

Humming in thought, you rotated your right arm and felt the ghost of your prior pain simmer down and flee from your form. The small pinch only remained behind in memory, but the small remnants of the ache threatened to return. 

“It's gone for now, I think,” you uttered with a small shrug, “It'll likely begin the slow journey back up my spine in a pinch.” Beckman hummed in thought, nodding along as he checked over your body for any changes. 

After a small lull, you held your ground as the atmosphere once again fell into awkwardness. You shook your head to stifle your nerves, sucking in a breath to elevate your courage. 

“Can I buy you a drink or two when we get to port?” you ask him, eyes dropping to the ground and hands laced behind you, “An expression of my gratitude for you helping me out?”

“You askin’ me out on a date?” Beckman disguised his growing smile by arching himself away from you, loosening the tie in his hair and beginning to restyle it.

“And if I am?” you ask, still avoiding his gaze by holding your eyes firmly against the floor, “What then?”

“What then, Darlin’,'' he smirked, his eyes softening as his hands found your hips, “Is that I'd accept.” He pulled you flush with him, prompting your eyes to widen and search his gray orbs in your shock, “I wouldn't mind spending an evening with you, havin’ drinks in a quiet corner for a change.”

“It would be a nice change,” you confessed, eyes again falling soft for the first mate. He leant his hips back on the wooden railing, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. His index finger lingered on your chin, holding your eyes against his. 

“What was it for you? To have you finally make a move after all this time?” he asked, his eyes turning playful as he looked down at you through half-hooded eyes, “The hands or the elbow?”

“I think it was the words,” you confessed with a small laugh, “Not used to having the Great Benn Beckman whisper: ‘be a good little thing and take it.’ Wouldn't mind hearing that again, if I'm being honest,” a small choked pause fell from Beckman's lips, your own question now posed to him.

“What made you accept a drink with me?” you searched his eyes quizzically, pursing your lips as you continued, “We've served together for so long, what made you consider it now?”

“Oh Darlin', I've always considered it. More than considered it,” he huffed out a chuckle, bringing your face closer to his with the curl of his index finger, “Just didn't know how much I wanted it ‘til you started sayin' my name like that.” He hovered his lips over yours, his breath still scented with the sour, smoky tang of his last cigarette as he beckoned you in. 

“Wouldn't mind hearing that again, if I'm bein' honest,” he parroted your words back at you before finally claiming your lips beneath his own in a chaste kiss. The attention he gave your lips was brief, ending contact almost as soon as they touched. 

He pulled away from your lips, noticing your pout and slight agitation at the hastiness the kiss ended. Chuckling, he leant over your ear and confessed his intentions further. 

“Cap’n’s watchin’,” he nodded over to where Shanks’ taunting eyes and winning smile wordlessly teased you both, “Don't wanna give him more ammunition to tease you with, Darlin'. No matter how much I really wanna kiss you.”

“I owe you more,” you hummed up at him with a soft smile, tucking the loose strand of hair away from his forehead and behind his ear, “Anything I can do to repay my growing debt to you? More than a couple drinks later, a little kiss, or taking care of your duties for you today?”

“Just the promise of your company later will do for now,” he chuckled, leaning into the heel of your palm with his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your skin.

“Aye, Sir,” you smirked at him, giving his cheek two gentle taps before returning back to duty with a newfound rejuvenation. Your limbs felt lighter, your body felt freer and your head felt less foggy with the prior pain you felt. 

Shanks sauntered over towards his first-mate, smirking and kicking up his feet all along the way in a playful dance. Beckman shook his head, reaching for another cigarette and lit the end. Shanks leaned his head against Beck’s shoulders, uttering not a single word as he fluttered his eyelashes, wiggled his eyebrows and clicked his tongue at the broody, larger man. 

“Don’t even start,” Beckman growled under his breath. Shanks smiled wider, jolting his right index finger into Beckman’s side as he hummed up a playful mock at him. 

“But you finally made a move, big man,” Shanks chuckled, nudging him with his left shoulder, “How long’s it been now? Two, maybe three years of longing, yearning and lusting from afar, hm?”

“Four,” Beckman commented gruffly, inhaling a deep breath of smoke in his mouth and holding it still behind his lips, “And I remember saying: ‘don’t even start’.”

“Alright, alright. I’m going, I’m going,” Shanks held his right hand up in defence, an extra buzz in his step at the knowledge that Beckman and you had finally allowed a small crack in the door open to engage with one another this way. A small chuckle erupted in Shanks’ voice, his own amusement adamant over his features.

“Right there Becks, don’t stop,” Shanks’ voice whined again in a needy moan, before growling out a rumbled mock of, “I’m not gonna stop ‘til you’re done,” he laughed, turning back over his shoulder, “Honestly, Beckman. Show a bit of composure, man.” 

Beckman’s blush scorched scarlet on his features, prompting him to thrust the butt of his cigarette into the drawer and begin to charge at his Captain. Shanks shrieked out a giddy cry of amusement at his first-mate.

“Be kind and gentle with me, Becks!” Shanks laughed, turning tail and began running away in glee from successfully taunting his first mate. The barrelling boot heels of the first mate almost managed to catch up to the Captain immediately, but Shanks continued successfully darting away from Beckman’s disciplinary grasp.

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Because I’m not able to do a ton of drawing lately I’ve been Barbieifying everything. The desire to make everything a physical manifestation of 1995 7-year old peer pressure is pretty high.

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Everyday I think about how older!Zoro looks like Benn and I go a little insane

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Fluff Alphabet: Benn Beckmann

Aaaaaaand here’s the other commission you ordered from me, @starblazer124​! Enjoy <3

A-   Activities: How do they spend their time with their s/o?

Benn’s a fairly laid-back guy (pirate shenanigans aside), so he really doesn’t mind how he spends his time with his s/o as long as his s/o is happy; whatever they like to do, he likes to do. If his s/o insists that he choose the activity, however, he’ll generally opt for a relaxing option. He loves to just lounge around and cuddle with his s/o while reading the newspaper, or watch the sunset in comfortable silence, or enjoy a nice, romantic dinner together. Benn gets enough excitement with his hot-blooded captain and crew, so he truly cherishes the calm moments that he can get with his s/o. 

B- Body: What does this character appreciate about their s/o? What part of their body are they most proud of, and in reverse, what body part are they ashamed of and how do they respond to their s/o gushing over it?

Benn’s a playboy; that’s no secret. And when he eventually settles for one person in particular, that history translates into what he finds attractive about his partner. Meaning he finds everything about them attractive. If his s/o thinks that they have a physical flaw, well, they won’t for very long after getting with Benn. He lays the compliments on thick, and he means every word, too. Seriously, this man will find a way to make toenails seem sexy. It’s honestly kind of an art form. 

Benn enjoys someone gushing over his physique or another aspect of his appearance, and he’ll play along; but, to be honest, he really doesn’t think much about it. He believes himself attractive and that’s really about it. If his s/o gushes about a physical trait that they like about him, he doesn’t get flustered. In fact, he just sees it as an invitation to start shamelessly flirting!

C- Cuddles: Is this character a cuddler? What is their favorite way to cuddle?

Benn doesn’t realize the joy of cuddling until he settles down with a single partner. With others, he just did it for the sake of playing the field; but, with his s/o, he honestly starts to enjoy it. His favorite way to cuddle is in bed with his partner in his arms, facing him. He loves the intimacy, and unlike with spooning, it’s way easier to surprise ‘em with some smooches!

D- Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Like most everyone else in the crew, Benn’s dream is to realize his captain’s dream; until he meets his s/o, he really doesn’t put much thought into what comes after that. However, as he begins to get more with serious with a partner, he considers that it might be nice to settle down on some tropical island and live out his days lazing in a hammock sipping drinks out of coconut shells—with his partner at his side, of course. 

E- Equivalence: Is this character the dominant force in the relationship, are they passive, or is the relationship more or less even?

As I said before, Benn’s one of the most level-headed guys in the Red-Haired Pirates—but he’s not exactly passive. It really depends on the partner’s personality, how the dynamics of the relationship play out; that being said, Benn is certainly one to be mindful of his partner’s agency and certainly isn’t controlling. He’s always willing to discuss things with his partner, and he would never dream of making a decision on their behalf without consulting them first. 

F- Fights: How does this character respond to arguments with their s/o? What would they fight about, and who would cave and apologize first?

Everybody gets frustrated, and Benn is no exception. If there is a disagreement between him and his s/o, he’s not immune to getting caught up in the heat of things. He does his best, though, to not raise his voice, and he’s not the type to get violent with them or the environment. He’s got a handle on his emotions, and if he feels like he’s getting too heated, he’ll exit the argument to cool off. It doesn’t take him long, and he’s able to revisit the topic of contention with a clear head so that he can gather his thoughts. If he realizes that he’s in the wrong, then he’ll apologize immediately. If he still believes that he’s in the right, then he’ll approach the conversation with tact and calmly talk things out with his partner (though he’ll still usually apologize for things escalating to an argument). 

G- Gratitude: How does this character show their s/o that they are grateful?

Benn is a believer in solid communication, and so he’ll just tell his partner outright! He’ll usually accompany it with a gift of some sort, though. Words are great and all, but they’re best when coupled with actions, in his opinion. Plus, there’s is no greater gift to him than seeing his partner’s face light up with a happy smile at his lovely words and thoughtful presents. 

H- Honeymoon: If this character had a honeymoon with their s/o, where would they go?

A remote island where nowhere will bother them—that’s Benn’s ideal honeymoon! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy at all. All he desires is some peace and quiet so he and his s/o can bask in their love and new life together. That being said, if his s/o has their heart set on a particular honeymoon destination, then Benn will gladly oblige. He cares far more about their happiness than anything. 

I- Insecurity: What is this character insecure about? How do they deal with their insecurities with their s/o?

Once Benn enters a serious relationship, he worries that his womanizing history will result in trust issues on his partner’s side. He doesn’t come right out with that, at first, instead doing everything he can to reassure his partner that he has eyes for them and them only. If his partner ever does try to get to the bottom of his insecurity, though, he’ll be honest about it and reiterate how invested he is in the relationship. The last thing he wants is his partner to doubt his devotion to them just because of the things he got up to in the past. 

J- Jealousy: Is this character the jealous type? How do they deal with being jealous?

It honestly depends on his partner’s personality. If he is convinced that his partner can take care of themselves, then Benn doesn’t get jealous, even if someone is flirting openly with his partner. He trusts them to handle it, and he’ll intervene only if it’s obviously necessary. If his partner is very passive or naïve, then it’s a different story. It’s not really that he gets jealous, though; he just gets far more protective. 

K- Kiss: What does the character want their first kiss to be like with their s/o? How does it end up happening?

Benn doesn’t really think much about planning the “perfect” first kiss. He’s been around the block, and he believes that these things just happen when the time is right. He is definitely the type to kiss on the first date, though, so he most likely just plants one on his s/o when the moment speaks to him!

L- Love Confession: How does this character first profess their love to their s/o?

Love is a whole new territory for Benn. He’s had plenty of flings, but he’s never gotten bit by the love bug until his s/o. He’s far more obsessed with finding the right moment with his confession than he is with things like their first kiss; he plans the perfect romantic date and gets a whole speech together. It would be very romantic, honestly, if the crew hadn’t caught on to him catching feelings and all tagged along to spy on Benn trying to confess. A rowdy group of pirates is not exactly conspicuous. 

M- Marriage: How does this character view marriage? What is their ideal wedding like?

Benn, for the longest time, maintains that he’ll never get married. Having strings attached really isn’t his style, and he likes his lascivious lifestyle. Once he gets into a serious relationship, however, he reconsiders the idea. He begins to fancy making that lifetime promise to his s/o; after all, he genuinely doesn’t want anyone else. If his partner desires a ring and a wedding and a commitment, then Benn is more than happy to give it. 

Ideally, he’d like to just get married at a courthouse somewhere and be done with it, but he knows that’s not going to happen. The crew would be so depressed at the lack of a party. And, if his partner desires a ceremony and reception and the whole shabang, he certainly won’t deny them that. He really doesn’t care how it happens as long as he can meet his partner at the altar and exchange vows. 

N- Nicknames: What does this character like to call their s/o?

Benn’s not creative with his pet names. “Honey,” “sugar,” and “sweetheart” are his particular go-to’s, but he throws around a fair number of them. 

O- On Cloud Nine: What is this character like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others, or are they good at hiding it?

It might be the first time that Benn’s bitten by the lovebug when he gets involved with his s/o, but he’s not some bungling teenager. He can disguise it quite well. It’s only when he’s really head-over-heels that his crew picks up on it. Then, of course, the cat’s out of the bag; there’s no way it’ll be a secret, not with the Red-Haired Pirates! 

P- PDA: Does this character like PDA? If so, what kinds of things do they do in public to show off their s/o?

Benn’s not overbearing with his PDA, but he doesn’t mind it. He like having an arm around his partner’s shoulders or middle, and he’ll drop kisses on the cheek, forehead, hair, etc. fairly often. If he’s a little tipsy or in an exceptionally good mood, he’ll let his partner sit on his lap. Other than that, he prefers for the steamier interactions to be in private. Honestly, it’s mostly because he doesn’t want to hear the crew ragging him about it. 

Q- Quirks: What random traits or quirks does this character have that positively affect the relationship?

Benn’s very observant (even without Haki!). He definitely picks up on little things about his s/o and commits them to memory for later use. If his s/o is eyeing something in a store, Benn will buy it, often times without his partner knowing so he can surprise them with it. It doesn’t take him long to know all his partner’s favorites. He quickly gets a handle on their moods and thought processes, so there’s no hiding anything from him; he can instantly tell when they’re upset or bothered. 

R- Romance: Is this character a hopeless romantic, or a bit on the low-key side? Are they cliché when it comes to romantic gestures, or can they get a little bit creative?

Benn tends to swing back and forth. Most of the time, he’s more on the low-key side; he’s not the most emotive or expressive guy, preferring tried-and-true romantic gestures to convey his feelings. Sometimes, however, he gets a little more overwhelmed by his feelings for his partner. He has rare moments where he really lets his walls down and just swoons! He’ll definitely plan some more extravagant gestures, and they’re heart-throbbingly romantic! <3

S- Secrets: Are there any secrets they hide from their s/o? If so, how do they deal with it when those secrets finally come out?

Benn doesn’t really keep secrets, no. It’s not really his style to do so in a serious relationship. He believes that communication is key, and so, if he believes that it is something that his partner should know (even if he might not necessarily want them to), then he’s going to be up-front about it. 

T- Thrill: Does this character prefer routine in their relationship, or do they like to shake things up every once in a while?

Benn’s undoubtedly a thrillseeker; he’s a pirate! When it comes to his relationship, however, he definitely prefers to be more grounded in routine. It’s a comfort to him, having something steady in such an unpredictable lifestyle. Having little routines with his partner, things they do every day, motivates him. That being said, Benn knows that variety is the spice of life, and so he’ll go for a little spontaneity when the mood strikes him. He’s also not afraid to take advantage of good opportunities to make his partner happy when they come along. 

U- Understanding: Is this character level-headed and empathetic toward their partner, or do they sometimes have trouble figuring them out, which leads to some butting heads?

As I said before, Benn is very observant, and so he very quickly gets an understanding of how his partner operates. Therefore, it’s easy for him to be level-headed and empathetic toward his partner since he knows intimately how they think. 

V- Value: How does this character value their relationship with their s/o? How does it hold in comparison to their goals, ambitions, etc.?

Getting into a relationship with Benn means accepting his desire to see Shanks acquire the One Piece. That’s his captain and his best friend, after all; they’ve been together for a very long time, and so, it’s not easy for Benn to place something else about realizing Shanks’ ambitions. However, as the relationship with his partner grows more serious, Benn does consider more and more how certain decisions and actions could jeopardize it. It may not be more important than his goal, but it certainly changes how he approaches certain things; he takes extra care to make sure that he always comes home to his partner at the end of the day. 

W- Wild Card: Any random fluff headcanon that does not fall within the other categories!

Benn loves to slow-dance with his partner. It is the height of romance to him. Any opportunity to dance with his partner, he’s gonna take. Sometimes, he gets a musically-inclined member of the crew to play romantic music so that he can dance with his s/o! He’s quite good at it, too, to the point that he knows several ballroom dances. One has to wonder where he picked that up. 

X- XOXO: How does this character show affection?

Benn’s pretty versatile in the ways that he shows affection, but if one love language had to predominate, it’s words of affirmation. This guy’s years of philandering gifted him quite the silver tongue. He just loves complimenting his s/o and making them feel good, loves reassuring them or comforting them after a long day or a conflict or a fight, loves that he can be honest and open about his feelings with them and only them. Again, though, he believes words are best coupled with actions, so it’s usually paired with some other form of showing his affection depending on what the situation may call for. 

Y- Yearning: How does this character deal with time apart with their s/o?

Benn’s mature, and so he can handle absence just fine. Depending on what it entails, he might worry a bit, but never to the point of doing anything rash. That being said, if the absence is extended, he won’t deny that he’s lonely without his s/o. They’re an irreplaceable facet of his life, after all, and he can’t ignore that a part of his life is missing forever. So, he’ll be very happy when his s/o returns, and he’ll certainly show how much he missed them and appreciates that they’re back!

Z- Zeal: Is this character willing to great lengths for their relationship? If so, how far, and how long does it take to get to this point?

Benn takes a while to fall in love, and therefore, it takes him a while to consider this relationship unlike anything he’s had before. Once he realizes that he’s in deep, though, he begins to consider the lengths that he is willing to go for this relationship. At first, he still very much considers his relationship secondary to his ambitions to realize Shanks’ dream. With time, however, his ambitions and his relationship begin to enmesh in importance. He won’t give up on that goal, but he’s a lot more careful about how he goes about realizing it, being a little less reckless on his part. It becomes important to him that his s/o can share in the realization of their longtime goal, and that there is something he can look forward to after. 

Interested in commissioning a fluff alphabet? See this post for details!

[yellowistheraddest]

kids these days dont appreciate anything...

[huyandere]

father passes out after seeing his triplets for the first time. some minds simply cannot comprehend this

[reineydraws]

spot benn tryna dig up when the mishanks situationship started, since the boys have a bet going. (shanks says they officially started dating a few years ago but everyone knows that's not when things actually started.)

part 1 of this sketch dump.

[imasimpforshanks]

romantic epiphanies

aka. when they decide to marry you

ft. katakuri, benn beckman, mihawk, law

part 1 | part 2

a/n: here’s part 2 made specifically for the anon ❤️❤️ ily a milli x hope you enjoy this part!!

for katakuri, it was the way you sleepily mumbled a “good night, my love, sleep well.” as he slipped into bed one evening. those words are whispered literally every evening to one another. but all of a sudden it had katakuri planning how he would ask you to marry him. maybe something was different about the way you said it, maybe not. all he knew was that he wanted to hear that from you, forever.

it was the first and longest time mihawk had been away from you in quite a while. and he didn’t like, not one bit. in fact, he hated it. so, mihawk dropped everything he was doing to return to you. on his way home he couldn’t help but rehearse asking you those for words, “will you marry me?”

for benn, the moment comes when a stranger in a bar hits on him. he doesn’t even let the stranger finish their sentence before he’s shutting them down with a stern, “not interested.” to benn’s dismay the stranger doesn’t relent, instead pushing further, “what? are you married or something? i don’t see a ring.” benn pauses for a second before replying over his shoulder as he walks back to your side, “im about to be.”

law decides he’s going to propose to you in the midst of his revenge plan on doflamingo. tensions were high and honestly, your relationship was one of the last things on his mind and that was made clear when his temper shortened, and he found himself snapping at you more than he should. law was sure the relationship was at its breaking point, but you never left his side - not once. instead, you looked him in the eyes and spoke with your whole heart, “im not leaving you. you can shout at me, get angry, whatever. but i will always be by your side.”

[fanaticsnail]

Sweet Baby Boy

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Word count: 1,200+

Synopsis: Your spouse ripped the arm off a young, enemy captain. You feel sympathy for the baby boy, and ensure to tell him as such.

Themes: Spouse!Benn Beckman x gn!reader, platonic!Eustass Kid x gn!reader, Kid has a praise kink, Kid enjoys being babied, fluff, swearing.

Notes: this is just a silly, crack one-shot based on a follow up to the "You Shot A Baby" dialogue post. It's funny, when I write for Eustass Kid, I always seem to want to write for Benn Beckman.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @vespidphoenix @cinnbar-bun @carrotsunshine

Shanks elevated his spyglass with his right hand, attempting to maneuver it to get the best angle to glance at the deck of the Victoria Punk from his position on the Red-Force. He elevates his right knee, balancing his elbow atop it to anchor his elbow against it.

“What did you say they were doing, again?” The redhead called to his first-mate over his shoulder, “Where were they going?”

Beckman, who remained stoic in silence as he stamped out his twelfth cigarette in the span of twenty minutes with his boot heel, huffed and exasperated breath as he sauntered over beside Shanks.

“Go on, big guy,” Shanks encouraged him with a small nudge, “What did they say, hm?”

“They said-...” Beckman bit back a snarl through his grimace, “...-that Captain Eustass Kid is a baby, and needs to be coddled and treated as such after I shot him.”

“They said, what?” Shanks' shock had him drop his spyglass, lunging forward to hastily catch the item in his hand, “Don't they know how dangerous he is? How violent and unpredictable he is? How he nearly took apart our crew with his bare hands before you blew the damn thing off-.”

“-I let 'em know,” he growled in fury, “And they simply would not listen to reason.”

A booming voice erupted from the Victoria Punk, prompting Shanks to elevate his spyglass to his face further and seek out its source. There was nothing on the seas that could have prepared him for the sight he was met with.

Dropping his hand from his face, he wordlessly handed over the metal eye-piece to his first mate with a shake of his head. Beckman snatched the object and raised it to his eye, his own shock evident on his face.

There you were, Benn Beckman's spouse and long-time lover, sitting on Eustass Kid’s topdeck throne atop his knee: cradling the large Captain’s head against your chest, with your lips curved upwards in a pout. Beckman was not an avid lip-reader, but he could just imagine the praises and soothing words you were cooing down at the violent captain.

“You've gotta be shittin’ me, Darlin’.” Beckman whispered to himself, noticing the way you were stroking Kid’s right cheek with the back of your hand, pressing your lips in gentle kisses against the sensitive, scarred flesh of his left cheek.

As if sensing a presence, you turned your head to glance down the barrel-end of the augmentative glass within the metal cylinder, promptly extending a crude gesture with your middle finger at your long-time partner.

Beckman rumbled a growl within his chest, handing back the spyglass to his captain before digging in his pocket for another cigarette.

“Still not a baby-,” he grunted, igniting the tip of his cigarettes.

-

“-Such a big, brave boy,” you cooed at the enemy captain, stroking his hair and pressing another chaste kiss against his scarred temple, “Taking on a legendary captain of incredible caliber, only to have such violence be your welcome.”

Eustass Kid was eating up every ounce of affection you were presenting to him, nuzzling into your chest and embracing you with his right arm hooked firmly around your waist.

“So, so strong. Such a beautiful, brave baby boy,” you continued to affirm into him, a small hiccup fleeing from the red-head tinkerer’s lips.

When you showed up on a dinky row boat and bound it to the hull of the Victoria Punk, he had half a mind to order Massacre Soldier Killer to cleave your left arm off. He knew you were the spouse of Shanks' first mate. ‘An eye for an eye, an arm for an arm,’ he rationalized.

What he didn't expect was for you to immediately begin treating him with the worshipful doting praises a parent would give to an injured child.

And he didn't expect to like it.

“What the fuck?” was the first thing uttered from his lips as you began cradling him against yourself with praises of his bravery and skillful hands. As he felt each small touch granted against his skin, his secondary reaction was, “Oh, what the fuck…?”

He was reveling in the warmth presented to him by your hands, the love and soothing motions you were treating him with. He had no idea how to behave himself beneath such a beautiful expression of sympathetic empathy - especially at the hands of someone he assumed was his enemy.

“He will never come near you again, sweet boy,” you whispered to him, soothing circles from the pads of your thumbs drew patterns against his shoulders, “Not mean, old, naughty, violent Benn Beckman. Not any of the Red-Hair Pirates-.”

“-Aren’t you a Red-Hair Pirate?” Killer spoke over your shoulder, prompting Kid to shoot him a look.

“Shut up, Kil. Let me have this,” he growled at his First-Mate, leaning into your arms with a broad grin, “T-Tell me again? Tell me what I am, again?”

“Oh, you poor, sweet baby boy,” you cooed down at him, witnessing as his eyes softened as he looked up at you from his position cradled into your chest, “So brave, so strong.”

“And my arm? What about my arm?” Kid prompted you, basking under the radiance of your unbridled compliments.

“Such a clever boy, too. Using your abilities to create a masterpiece of violent art, which doubles as an artificial limb,” your pouted lips depicted a soft and melodic tone while uttering your praise.

Eustass Kid hummed in thought, squeezing your hip within his right hand that was woven around your waist. He bounced you a little atop his knee, noticing the way you smiled down at him with a small shake of your head.

“You sure you want to go back to your Captain?” he arched his brow up at you, “I'm a red-head with a missing left arm. Wouldn't be that much of a stretch if I were to captain you.”

“Unfortunately, no, sweet baby boy,” you smiled, giving his cheek a gentle tap, “As much as I want to keep giving you praises and sweet gentle kisses-.” You attempted to stand from the young captain's lap, laughing as his hand grasped at your hip to hold you close.

“-I really should be getting back to my wonderful, very angry-.” you began, Eustass Kid's voice covering your own with his gruff tone.

“-Very violent, masochistic, sadistic, terrible spouse who hurt me by ripping my fuckin’ arm off,” he growled, turning his lips to mirror your prior pouted expression, “Me. Your poor, defenseless, sweet-,” he kisses your cheek in an uncharacteristic peck, “-innocent, baby boy.”

He relinquished his hold on your waist, rising with you to your feet and taking your left hand within his right. He ushered you to the small dingy, aiding you as you placed your feet into the boat. Before he allowed you the luxury of leaving the Victoria Punk, he drew you in one final time and whispered in your ear.

“Now, out of respect to you and your doting and worshipful words you offered me,” he raised his right hand, hooking your hair over your ear, “I'm going to allow you the luxury of a twenty minute head start.”

Your eyes widened, glancing at his whisky-tanned gaze which held such playful amusement. Lips opening and closing and flustered, he chuckled at your flabbergasted expression.

“Get paddling, Sunshine.”

[cipher-zoo]

Shanks: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Buggy: Yes. Shanks: I love you. Buggy: It back. *Later* Benn: Why is the captain crying face-down on the floor?

[softcenteregg]

Merry Beckmas. (I will continue my bennshanks agenda next year.)

[shanksxbuggy]

everything reminds me of him

[lale-txt]

what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Kid, Killer, Law, Mihawk, Shanks, Benn

a/n: look who is clearing out her drafts again while working on a longer fic! i love writing little headcanons, they help me get into a nice writing flow and are just super fun to think about. those here are both fluff and spicy, so be aware. reader is gn!

Kid

seeing you walk around in his shirt when it’s laundry day on the Victoria Punk

the warmth of his hand in yours when you paint his nails for him after he lost his arm, unfazed by his bickering when you’re doing a messy job 

you keeping him company in his workshop when everyone else already went to sleep, studying blueprints while he tries to focus on the thing he’s working on but failing miserably in your presence

the way you look at him when he tilts your chin up, his thumb brushing your lips 

how hungry you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips after his cheeky tongue wracked your whole body with pleasure 

the shiny red shapes of his hand on your ass cheek and your needy mewls for more

whispered confessions with every thrust, your hands cradling his face as he fucks you through your orgasm, melting in lust and adoration

Killer

hearing you humming in the kitchen, cooking a surprise meal for him 

your fingers untangling his hair at night, gently combing out every knot without hurting him 

your laughter when he tries to put on the polka dot shirt that got way too small

the way your gaze softens when he takes off his mask for the first time in front of you 

your lips parting so willingly for him when he leans down to kiss you in a moment of bravery

his lipstick smeared on the inside of your thighs, leading dangerously close to your aching core

the way you twitch around him as you ride him, eyes closed as you chase your high, his fingers digging in the flesh of your thighs

Law

your hands brushing when you hand him a cup of coffee in the morning, knowing he was up all night again 

you falling asleep on the couch when you both study in the library together, admiring how you let down your guard around him

hearing you mumble out his name in your sleep

patching you up after a battle where you fought back to back, just blind trust into each other

thinking back about the heated kiss you two shared when you thought it all was over and you wouldn’t see tomorrow

you straddling him in his chair, asking for permission to do it again in the safety of his arms and realizing those are the lips he wants to kiss for the rest of his life

seeing those lips wrap around his length for the first time, holding hands while you make him see stars and a future so bright in the absence of fear

Mihawk

the faint smell of your perfume when he enters a room you’ve been in before

watching your hands rolling out dough in the kitchen, covered in flour, a vinyl playing in the background, veggies from the garden on the counter

how you handle the knife, not for fighting but for creating something beautiful and heartwarming from scratch with patience and compassion, something he admires deeply

the way your eyes linger on him in a room full of people, making him feel like it’s just the two of you

stolen kisses after glancing at his lips for too long, tasting his wine on them

your delicate wrists in his grip when he pins you down on them above your head, legs spread wide open for him

the way you sigh his name when he enters you in one go, a big smile on your face, your eyes so full of love and lust

Shanks

standing outside the bar and hearing your voice from from the inside as you chat and laugh with his crewmates, Benn nudging him a little with a look

how you yawn and mumble out a ‘good morning’ on your way to the bathroom, in your underwear and sleepdrunk, because you spent all night visiting him in his dreams

the way you tilt your head and smirk when he takes the bottle of wine from your pretty hands and takes a sip, lips touching where yours have been seconds before

you shutting him up with a kiss when he teases you for too long, your hand in a tight grip around his collar

the same hand pulling his hair when he pushes you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, rubbing his clothed cock against your core

feeling how soaked your panties are when he reaches to pull them aside, your needy mewls soon to be muffled with them

Benn

the way you cup his hand to help him light his cigarette, your faces awfully close

how you muster him up and down and your cocky smile when he asks if you like what you see

standing side by side outside and watching the rain fall while the rest of the crew is having a banquet inside, just a quiet moment between you two 

you reaching for his half-smoked cigarette, pleading eyes asking for a kiss 

the same eyes looking at him through long lashes when he unbuckles his belt 

your shaking legs on his shoulders as he makes you count out loud the times he makes you cum with his fingers alone

your broken voice begging him to fill you up, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him from pulling out, nails leaving red trails on his back

[ageingfangirl2]

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

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

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

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

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

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

'...FUCK!' you moan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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