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I've sat on these ideas for a while and figured I would share one here!
Mihawk disappears from your bed at night. It would only be for a few hours, occurring over the span of a few months. You never asked about the comings and goings in the night; the bonds too tight between you two to ever accuse him of something like cheating. Still, you wouldn't lie. It made you curious.
When finally the day comes, Mihawk gently wakes you from your slumber. Leading you out into the garden, moonlight streaming through the leaves. The grip on your hand is warm, his thumb gently against your skin. He stops you momentarily, telling you to close your eyes. You do. You wander further in, a hand pressed against your back to catch you if you trip.
Stopping you once more, the only sounds are the wind gently blowing through and the crickets' melodies. The air smells sweet here, floral and orangy. He finally speaks again, beckoning you to open your eyes. The sight is stunning, great twirling vines of Moonflowers, Night Blooming Cereus, and Jasmine come together in stunning blend beneath the moon.
As you admire the flowers, you fail to notice Mihawk slowly sinking to his knee. The months of preparing for this moment, the tending of the flowers, the ring in that moment weighing more than Yoru ever could, set his heart on fire. Now he hopes you'll say yes.
THIS IS GORGEOUS!!! I love a good broody proposal fic, and this idea is absolutely stunning!!! 😭😭😭. I am swooning for the broody man again, send help.
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botw/totk horse riding theme (day) is so subtle yet absolutely devastating emotionally.
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I DON'T HAVE A LOT OF WORDS, BUT BECKMAN IS MAKING A COME BACK NOW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA JUST AMAZING JINTAKA!!!
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Summary: Ben Beckman carries too much on his shoulders. The situation on board is a mess, and the weight of the stress is making it harder for him to sleep at night. As your first mate and friend, it pains you to see him so exhausted. So, when things become unbearable, you offer a drastic solution—something he’ll hesitantly end up accepting. Word count: 5100 Notes: MDNI, + 18, NSFW, xf!reader, smut (but there is also some plot I swear), oral (Becks receiving), fingering (f!reader receiving), friends to lovers, let me take care of you thing, fluffy end, a lot of pet names used (darlin', doll, princess) Self indulgent? This? Nah Warning: All my stories are written entirely in Spanish and then translated into English, so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.
Clink-Crassssh!!
The coffee pot shattered against the wooden floor, sending shards of glass and splashes of coffee flying across the mess hall.
You jolted at the noise, nearly losing your balance on the stool, and after exchanging puzzled glances with Roux and Hongo, you turned your heads to find the source of the crash.
Before you stood the sad figure of Benn Beckman crouched on the floor, muttering curses as his trembling hands scrambled to clean up the mess. His hair was more disheveled than usual, his lips pressed into a tight line beneath an untrimmed beard, and his usually bright eyes seemed dull, framed by deep, dark shadows.
He looked so exhausted, it was painful to see.
"Becks?" You immediately set your drink down and stood up from your seat, rushing to help him.
“Ain’t gotta, darlin'...” he said in a rough, worn-out voice. "I got this."
With a frown, you ignored what he said and grabbed a clean rag, kneeling beside him and soaking it in the spilled coffee.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched his fingers clumsily gather pieces of the shattered pot, his movements so slow and unsteady that you worried he might hurt himself. You tried to push the glass shards away from his hands, but when he stubbornly kept picking them up, you placed your hand over his.
"Becks. Stop. I’ll handle it..."
"No," the bulky man muttered, giving a small tug to free his hand in such a rushed and clumsy way that it struck the edge of a sharp shard, causing him to wince as his skin split open with a jagged cut.
"Becks!" You grabbed his wrist firmly. "Would you just stop?!"
Beckman sighed heavily and, for once, complied. As blood began to bead along the cut, Hongo rushed to assist him, crouching down to help you lift him to his feet.
“It’s not bad,” the doctor said, focusing on the wound and pressing gently around the edges to ensure no glass remained. “Just needs cleaning and a bandage.”
"I got it," you said immediately.
Hongo raised an eyebrow at your quick response and ran a hand over his shaved neck to asses the situation.
For once, someone from the crew was offering to help, and he wouldn’t be the one to refuse. He gave you a short nod, and that gesture was all you needed to grab the big, wall-of-a-man first mate by the arm, and practically drag him out of the mess hall, marching down the corridor as he grumbled the whole way.
“Darlin’, I’ve got plenty of things to do…”
You grunted. Of course he had things to do. He always had things to do. And that was exactly the problem.
"... and if you're taking me to bed," he continued stubbornly, "it's not gonna work..."
You huffed and without replying, kept striding down the corridor, your fingers digging into his forearm like claws.
We'll see about that …
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You weren't exactly having the best time on the Red Force.
The captain was confined to his cabin, bedridden and unable to make decisions. He had caught something nasty on the last island and was under strict orders to rest, spending his days grumbling and complaining like the terrible patient he was.
Roux and Hongo’s moods weren’t much better. Food and medical supplies were lacking in both quality and quantity. So the cook was growing increasingly dramatic, threatening to serve boiled underwear soup, while the doctor prowled the ship’s corners, muttering to everyone that he’d soon be operating without anesthesia.
The ship wasn’t in much better shape, either. The sails were in desperate need of patching, the masts needed reinforcement, and the cannons kept jamming at the worst moments.
To make matters worse, you were trapped in a dead calm. With the ship completely immobilized in the open sea, resupplying or seeking help was impossible, and the weather forecast offered no hope of change anytime soon.
Everything was a mess and completely out of control.
And naturally, all the responsibility, worry, and pressure landed squarely on the shoulders of the ever-capable and vigilant co-captain.
Everyone depended on his steady hands and sound judgment to keep things afloat. But the weight of it all was beginning to take its toll.
His body rebelled, depriving him of the restorative sleep he so desperately needed. And with each passing day, the insomnia only worsened, making the once steadfast first mate slowly turn into a tired, miserable shadow of his former self.
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"Go in," you said, opening the door to Beckman’s cabin and giving the sturdy man a gentle nudge on his back.
The moment you stepped inside, a sharp smell of tobacco assaulted your nose, and your eyes darted around the room, quickly taking in its disheveled, sorry state.
The bed was unmade, with rumpled sheets and clothes scattered across the mattress. In front of a worn, cushioned armchair, his desk looked disheveled, cluttered with a mountain of papers and maps and an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. On the nightstand, a half-empty glass of whiskey sat next to a small box of sleeping pills.
A sigh slipped from your lips.
You’d always heard that a person’s cabin was a window into their mind, and the sight before you was more revealing than any words could be.
Beckman stood frozen in the center of the room, his injured hand raised and curled into a fist.
"Sit down," you commanded, stepping closer and looking up at him, your voice steady as you motioned toward the armchair.
Beckman opened his mouth to protest, but before he could articulate a word you placed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back and guiding him toward the chair.
"Sit down," you repeated in the most authoritative tone you could muster.
Becks chuckled but complied, sinking into the cushioned armchair with his full weight.
“Bandages and antiseptic?” You crouched down to meet his eye level, a finger raised in a questioning gesture.
“Top drawer,” he grumbled.
Without another word, you turned to the nightstand and rummaged through the drawer. Your fingers brushed past rolling papers, lighters, and razor blades before finally finding alcohol and some bandages. Supplies in hand, you perched sideways on the armrest of his chair, extending your hand to take his.
The bulky man allowed you to tend to his wound, remaining silent as you carefully cleaned the bleeding cut, his drowsy eyes following every move of your delicate fingers. He couldn’t help but notice how small and soft your hands looked against the roughness of his calloused skin.
"Becks..." your voice came out like a sigh. "You can't keep going like this. You need to sleep."
His fingers didn’t flinch as you applied the alcohol to disinfect the wound.
"I know, darlin’," he said quietly, his gaze now fixed on your face as your brows furrowed in concentration while you cut the bandage. "And I’m tryin’, but—"
"It’s too much stress and weight on your shoulders, I know..." You carefully wrapped the bandage around his hand, tracing small circles in the air.
You liked that grumpy, big-hearted first mate more than you were willing to admit. He was your friend, your confidant, your favorite person on the crew. You wanted to help him. And after all the traditional remedies your crewmates had tried had failed miserably, your mind had begun drifting toward more... drastic options.
Benn Beckman was a reserved man. But despite his discretion, you knew he had his needs. Whenever you reached port, you knew he sought comfort in the arms of willing, affectionate women, eager to spend a few hours in his company. You’d seen him share drinks with them, whispering who-knows-what in their ears while they sat on his lap, hands sensually tracing the lines of his chest in some secluded corner of the tavern.
And every time you saw him the next morning, a cigarette between his lips, that casual smile of his, and a trail of bruises on his neck disappearing into his shirt, something twisted in your gut.
Something you couldn’t quite define.
Maybe it was curiosity… curiosity about what he did with them all night, tangled in the sheets of an inn bed.
But it had been weeks since you’d seen the first mate blow off any steam.
With no wind to fill the sails, the ship had no chance of docking at any nearby port, leaving everyone deprived of the opportunity to unwind and relax with some good company on the shore.
So one idea had started to form in your mind.
At first, you had dismissed it, but as you watched Beckman worsen day by day, you began to reconsider, concluding that it might be exactly what he needed to forget—if only for a moment—the weight of his responsibilities, and hopefully, get the rest he so desperately needed.
The only problem? Suggesting the idea felt harder than carrying out the remedy itself.
“You’re lost in thought…” His rough voice pulled you back, his hand gently holding yours after you finished tying off the bandage. His thumb moved in slow circles over your wrist as he looked at you with gratitude.
You cleared your throat and stood up, pulling your hand away from his to return the first-aid kit to the nightstand drawer. His gaze weighed on your back, and just before closing the drawer, you clenched your eyes shut, taking a deep breath before deciding to take the plunge.
“I think I can help you,” you said, surprised to find that your voice didn’t tremble.
A low chuckle sounded behind you, laced with disbelief rather than malice. "Darlin’," he sighed, rubbing his eyes, "Hongo's tried everything. He even gave me pills to—"
“I can give you something Hongo hasn’t,” you cut him off, your voice coming out more confident than you’d imagined it would when you’d rehearsed the words in your head. When you turned to face him, though, you felt your heart pounding in your chest.
“And what’s that?” he stopped rubbing his eyes, revealing his tired again as he looked at you.
“My mouth.”
The two words hung in the air, finally freed after days of being locked in your mind. Beckman stayed silent, and with your heart in your throat, you approached the armchair, placing a hand on each armrest, leaning your torso toward the wordless man. He lifted his chin to look at you, and you tried to remain stoic and unwavering, holding his gaze while his eyes flickered between yours, studying your features as if he were trying to see beyond your skin.
"Doll," he finally said, his voice deep and soft. "If you're implying what I think..."
"I am."
His lips twitched into a wry grin.
"Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not." Your fingers unconsciously dug into the fabric of the armrest.
His smile faded, and this time, his gaze locked onto yours with an animal-like intensity. Frowning, and with his lips pressed tightly together, he seemed to be trying to control an internal battle raging inside him.
"No," he finally said, his chin still lifted so he could look you straight in the eye.
His refusal struck you like a bucket of cold water, though, in some way, you knew that’s exactly what he would say. He always treated you with a respect and care befitting a goddess, and making you lower yourself to the dirt in such a worldly way would probably be unthinkable for him.
“Becks,” you sighed softly, removing one of your hands from the armrest to trail it up to his stubbled chin. “You’re barely on your feet. We’re all worried about you…”
Beckman closed his eyes at the feel of your touch, his chin leaning into your hand as he allowed himself a moment of rest.
“I can help you if you let me…” you continued, “We’re adults, it’d be an agreement between the two of us… an agreement between… friends.”
You felt his jaw tense in your hand.
“As flattered as I am that someone like you would be offerin’ somethin’ like that to a guy like me, my answer’s still no."
This time, his refusal genuinely hurt you. You pulled your hand away, and his tired eyes opened again, desperately searching for you.
"Your stubbornness is reckless," you tried to sound composed, though the pain in your voice betrayed you. "You can't work like this. A-a crew without a first mate at his best is a crew in danger." Your lips trembled nervously as you spoke. "We all need you, Becks... I-I... I need you."
As soon as the words left your mouth, you bit your lip. The last thing you wanted was to add even more weight to the already burdened first mate, and that was exactly what you'd just done.
Embarrassed, you straightened up and began to turn away to leave, but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist firmly and pulling you back toward him, spreading his legs to make space for your body to move closer to his.
"Girl," he said in a rough voice that sent a spark flickering in the pit of your stomach. His brow furrowed in thought for a few agonizingly slow seconds before he exhaled deeply, locking his eyes with yours. "You can back out anytime. Got it?"
You nodded, and before you realized it, his hands were around your waist. He lifted your shirt and exposed your abdomen, pressing his nose playfully against your navel, and as his fingers traced the waistband of your pants, you grabbed his bandaged hand to stop him.
“Becks,” you giggled, the ticklish sensation of his fingertips sending goosebumps racing across your body. “What are you doing?”
“I never let my partner pleasure me without takin’ care of her first,” he said, his voice muffled as he buried his face further into your abdomen.
Oh. Of course. Benn Beckman, competent first mate and finest gentleman.
Smiling, you placed your hands on his cheeks, guiding his gaze back to yours. As tempting as the situation was, you weren’t going to let him take this turn. You were here to help him, not the other way around.
"Becks, stop... you don’t have to. I’m not asking for anything in return, understand?"
He looked at you, his hands still resting on your waist. But from the expression on his face, you could tell he wasn’t convinced at all.
"Besides," you added, trying to find something that would make him relent, "if that ever happens, I deserve for it to be with all your strength. Not like the tired wreck you are right now."
A raspy laugh rumbled in his chest, and you laughed too, gently taking his hands and placing them on the armrests of the chair.
"Alright, Darlin’," he said, still chuckling.
Your smile lingered as you slowly lowered yourself to kneel between his legs, never breaking eye contact with him. Before your knees could touch the floor, he leaned over to the bed, snatching up his pillow and placing it on the floor beneath you.
"Here," he said, "don’t go hurtin’ those pretty knees of yours."
"Thank you," you sighed as your heart skipped a beat or two.
Making yourself comfortable on the soft pillow, you placed your hands gently on his thighs for support. Your eyes lingered on the prominent bulge at his crotch, and without thinking, you wet your lips with the tip of your tongue. Beckman’s jaw tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, a display of vulnerability uncharacteristic of a man with his reputation and experience.
“Hey, big guy,” you gave his thigh a comforting squeeze, "it’s just me. Relax, okay? Just let yourself go…”
As you offered him a soft, rassuring smile, the tent in his pants seemed to complain within its prison, yearning for your attention. You didn’t want to make him wait any longer, so your hands slid down his thighs slowly, reaching his knees. Then with a gentle pressure, you spread his legs a little more to create enough space for your head.
"Who’s undoing the belt?" you asked tilting your head and looking up at him from beneath your long doe-eyed lashes.
"You." His tone struck you as the same one he used when handing out tasks on deck.
Your hands gripped the buckle of his belt and unfastened it, your fingers decisively pulling aside the layers of fabric that stood between you, lowering the waistband of his pants and finally freeing his painfully swollen cock.
Benn Beckman was a big man. And he had a dick to match. With a large, pinkish-red head and a prominent vein running up and down a thick shaft. Your mouth watered at the sight, lips parted as you took a moment to prepare yourself. But, taking the moment of silence as doubt on your part, Beckman leaned forward.
"Darlin’,” his voice was low and rough, “you can back out if—Hah~"
His words dissolved into a sharp gasp as you captured his swollen, mushroomed knob between your eager lips.
His taste was salty and strong, just like him.
You, on the other hand, felt incredibly sweet to him.
Opening your mouth as wide as your jaw would allow, you slowly took him in, giving yourself a moment to breathe and adjust to him. You gradually swallowed more and more of his cock, your eyes closed in concentration, and when you managed about two-thirds of his length, your hands anchored on his base for support.
He held his breath above you, his abdomen taut as his muscles tightened with restraint when you looked up at him, your tongue pressing against the pulsing vein on his shaft, feeling the wild rush of blood running through it. Then his hand cupped your cheek, his lips curling into a smile as he traced with his thumb his own bulge inside you.
With your cheeks flushed by that smile, you began applying more pressure with your lips, rising back up to his large head, giving it a quick lick before taking him all the way down again.
"That's it... “ he sighed.
His hand slid to the nape of your neck, his fingers brushing your hair aside with care before settling there. You continued bobbing your head against his cock, making him groan with your upward and downward movements, trying to take as much of him as you could.
“Yeah, nice and slow princess…, just like that." he whispered, his thumb tracing small, soothing circles against your skin.
Encouraged by his sweet gesture, you decided to use your hands as well. One moved carefully up and down his hard cock, while the other dared to venture deeper into his pants. His balls felt heavy and tight between your fingers. The balls of a man who hadn’t known a partner' s warmth in a long time.
"So, so good, princess," the bulky man praised breathlessly, his eyes full of devotion as he watched your head bob sweetly between his legs.
His length twitched inside your mouth and you tasted a salty drop of precum as you ran your tongue through his slit. You smiled proudly on his cock, continuing to suck and bob, feeling sparks ignite between your thighs as your own arousal began to smolder in your core.
“Look at you... hah… so perfect… and takin’ me so damn well,” he groaned, his voice a little deeper and raspier than usual.
His sweet praises, coupled with the slow, sensual glide of his fingers along the nape of your neck, sent a sharp jolt of desire coursing through you. Your mouth continued working up and down his shaft, increasing the pressure and speed as you felt the weight of his darkened, dilated pupils staring at you.
“Princess, open your shirt for me," you heard him ordered with an unsteady breath. Arching your brow, you looked at him, holding his gaze with an alluring intensity as you slowly obeyed. Your fingers fumbled with your buttons as you undid them slowly, one by one, and as soon as you finished, he tugged your shirt down, baring one of your shoulders.
“So goddamn beautiful…” he whispered, the back of his fingers grazing your soft, vulnerable skin, tracing an invisible line from your collarbone to the curve of your cleavage.
His touch sent a shiver racing down your spine, and you frowned, fighting to control the raw, insistent desire building between your thighs. You continued to sweetly embrace his cock with your swollen lips, sucking him hard up and down, focused on how with each movement, his breaths grew more and more uneven.
"Ah~” he tilted his head back, his fingers pressing more tightly into the back of your neck, drawing your head closer to his crotch. "Let's go deeper, a'right, Doll? Show me what that pretty throat can do…"
You nodded obediently on his cock, exhaling through your nose as you took his cock further, slowly swallowing his entire length inch by inch.
“That’s it, such a good girl…” He praised you as his hands gently grabbed your head to guide you deeper into him.
His words pushed you to swallow more than your throat could handle, and when his blunt head hit the back of your mouth, you couldn’t stop yourself from choking.
"Hey, n-no," He huskily chastised you, giving you a little tap on the nose. Though he couldn’t stop himself from closing his eyes and rolling them back. "No gagging. Good girls don’t gag”.
You nodded again, knitting your brows together in concentration, and let him guide you to take the rest of his cock..
“That’s it… breathe and relax for me, okay?”
You had to squeeze your eyes shut as the blunt tip pressed against your uvula, but once you managed the last few inches, you smiled proudly against his cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he cooed at you, letting out a heavy sigh, unable to avoid twitching over your tongue. “I knew you could take all of me…”
You continued moving your head, up and down, then down and up, always watching his reactions and listening to his breath to match the right pace. His throbs inside you became more frequent and desperate, and you began to fantasize about how his massive cock would stretch you to your limit.
The thought did little to ease the growing, unbearable thirst inside you. The damp fabric of your underwear clung uncomfortably to your swollen folds, and you pressed your thighs together, seeking any form of relief. Burning with desire, you increased the pace. Obscene sucking sounds filled the air as you worked your way up to his thick tip, repeating the process over and over again, making him grunt and curse above you in his frantic fight not to cum.
“G-good j-… -ahh such a pretty good girl…” he had to shut his eyes and scrunch his brow to handle all the pleasure flooding him. “I’m so close, Darlin’... gonna keep bein’ a good girl for me and not let me make a mess on the floor?"
You don’t remember giving him an answer, but you do remember how your swollen pussy throbbed between your legs at his question.
You desperately wanted to touch you.
You desperately wanted him to touch you.
And your prayers were answered. As you whimpered in frustration, you felt Beckman's large hand slip into your pants and slide under your underwear.
“Shh, I got you…,” he soothed in that deep voice of his, his expert fingers parting your labia and pulling up the hood of your clit. “Go on, princess.”
He circled your perfect spot with astonishing ease, and you gripped his hand and ground your pelvis against it, desperately begging him to keep on those sweet circles that were taking you so quickly to the edge. He indulged, and in less than 30 seconds, he had you whimpering and mewling against his cock, eyes rolling and toes curling as you shoved his thick fingers into your clenching pussy.
Your pace bobbing your head decreased during your high, but the force increased. You hollowed your cheeks, raking him down with your mouth with so much fervor, that you had not yet come down from the crest of your orgasm when you felt his hands roughly grab your hair in firm handfuls, his cock throbbing against your palate and filling the bottom of your throat with his thick, salty load.
“Fuck, princess, sweetheart, -ngah!, you’re too good, too much -so goddamn perfect,” Beckman moaned out a stream of mindless praises while he shoved his cock deeper into your mouth, emptying himself so hard and so deep in your throat that you gagged on his knob again. Tears began to well up in the corners of your eyes, but you continued bobbing your head against him, feeling his hand rest on your throat as if he wanted to feel your windpipe shift with each swallow of his overwhelming stream of cum.
Panting, and sweating, with your hair tousled and your cheeks flushed, you felt the last of his spend spill into your mouth. You pulled away from him, lifting your eyes to his and finding him as breathless and damp as you. He smiled and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to regain his composure. But when he leaned toward you and his fingers grazed your cheek, the smile faded.
"Oh, Darlin’... No..." His voice cracked, his eyes following the tears as they slipped down your cheeks. “Forgive me... I’ve made you cry.” His large hands wrapped gently around your waist, lifting you effortlessly and settling you onto his lap, drawing you close against his chest. “Damn, I’m such a fucking brute…”
“It’s alright, Becks,” you whispered, pulling your face away. But his hand drew you closer once more. His lips brushed softly against your cheeks, catching each tear with tender, almost apologetic kisses. You let out a soft laugh, and turned your head slowly to allow him more access, and in doing so, your noses brushed together. Your eyes fluttered shut, and in that brief, unspoken moment, his lips found yours.
The kiss was slow, softer than you’d ever expected from that grumbling, broad-shouldered first mate. He had the calm and patience of someone who had waited for this moment for a long time, savoring every second as if your lips were a long-lost treasure. You sighed into the kiss, allowing yourself to be carried away by the sweet, unhurried motion of his chin.
When you pulled back, your fingers brushed lightly against his cheek as you met again his deep gray eyes. They held something intense, familiar yet impossible to name. A look he reserved only for you. A look that was now hungrier than ever, as if he were staring at something that had always belonged to him.
“And?” you asked, straightening your back and raising an eyebrow.
“And?” he smiled, playfully mirroring your gesture. “Darlin’, you were…” his gaze briefly flickered to your lips, “you are gorgeous.”
“No,” you giggled, your cheeks flushing as you gave him a light, teasing tap on his chest. “I meant if you can sleep now.”
“Ah, right… okay,” he said, frowning slightly and clearing his throat, the sheepish gesture making you grin. “The truth is… yeah, I think I can sleep now.”
You nodded, genuinely happy for him, and gave his chest another light tap as you moved to stand. But his large hands tightened gently around your thighs, pulling you firmly back into his embrace.
“Stay with me…” he whispered, his forehead coming to rest softly against yours.
“I can’t, Becks. I’ve got work to do,” you said, lovingly brushing your fingers along his stubbled chin. His eyes suddenly seemed weighed down by exhaustion again.
“No, you don’t…”
“Yes, I do,” you teased, crossing your arms playfuly over your chest. “And if I don’t, my first mate is gonna punish me.”
He lifted his forehead from yours. "Oh, I see. That first mate of yours must be really mean."
With a mock frown, you leaned in, your voice low and almost conspiratorial.
“The meanest.”
He let out an amused hum.
“Is he?”
"You have no idea."
Clearly enjoying having you so close again, he tilted his chin towards you, grinning as he caught the way your eyes darted to his lips. But when you leaned away out of his reach once more, his smile faded.
"Maybe he's just a man," he said, his voice rough and barely a whisper, "who believes he doesn't deserve what he truly wants."
Your eyes darted between his. “And what is that?”
"Stay with me, and I’ll tell you in the morning" He cupped your cheek and his thumb traced slowly the line of your jaw. A smile played at the corner of your mouth as you closed your eyes, sighing before slowly nodding to him.
You didn’t have time to catch your breath before he was already lifting you effortlessly, his strong arms wrapped around you as he carried you to the bed.
The clothes scattered across the mattress were pushed aside as he gently laid you down, ensuring you were comfortable among the soft but wrinkled sheets, which he hurriedly tried to straighten. He then sat behind you, and you giggled when the weight of his body made you roll toward him, prompting you to crawl back to your place.
He smiled, tossing his shirt over the armchair, and then lay down behind you. His bandaged hand came to rest on your thigh, while the other slid beneath your body, wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. His face pressed into your hair as he closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to rest.
"Besides..." you heard him whisper, his nose nudging the curve of your neck, "I gotta show you what this tired wreck can do after a few hours of sleep..."
Those were the last words he spoke before letting out a long, deep sigh. You felt his body relax behind you, his steady breathing signaling that he had finally drifted off.
Beckman slept soundly that night, his heartbeat calm and his brow relaxed, finally enjoying his well-deserved, soothing rest. You, however, couldn’t manage a single blink, enduring what felt like the longest night of your life.
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HELLO I'M SPEECHLESS???? CHEESE FANART??? OF MY FANFIC??? I'm gonna cry I love this so much 🤍❤💚
Doodles based on a fic I'm rereading!
(Midoriya Sensei by AgarJelly on ao3!)
#they're so pretty#just aaaaaaaaaaaa#i had to take five minutes to just appreciate everything before reblogging#i LOVE how you draw Fuyumi... and Shoto.. and Izuku..#basically#the gang's all here and theyre beautiful and dorky 😭#and sorry I'm cackling at the autism powers 😂#might make that canon to the story (100% not clickbait) bc phenomenal#I'm not done but my brain's just incoherent appreciative noises soo#tododeku#todoroki shoto#midoriya izuku#izushou#todoroki fuyumi#platonic izuyumi#Midoriya-sensei#mido-sensei#gonna q too to make my day again in a few weeks 😌
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250 posts!
Holy shet
LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I HAVE POSTED THAT MUCH!?!?
(99% is original content)
#250 posts#tumblr milestone#aaaaaaaaaaaa#aaaaand post#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#hazbin vox#vox x reader#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#vox#voxval#radiostatic#vox vs alastor#alastor ears#alastor#jsab#jsab au#tpc#jsab blixer#cyth#just shapes and beats#beat saber
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Genderfluid Julie, again! Named Jules because the name is right there!
I like to think he changes his voice a bit with the help of Sally, who calls him Julian or Julius (so Greek sounding).
Eddie and Frank are already friends with him, so they love him already, which makes the thought of friend crushes (also called “squishes”) very possible. Like when you have a close friend and you’re hanging out as usual, but you’re suddenly confused if you like them more than just a friend or if you just really like them as a person (platonic).
#I just love franklydear ok??#aaaaaaAAAAAA#the middle design was the better one I think so I used that one#tfw your best friend makes you question your sexuality#😔🤚 guilty#men and women are pretty#still ace tho#I want them all to be happy!!!#and perhaps…..kiss?#granted#we should be able to platonically kiss our friends regardless#not the mouth#I don’t actually like mouth kisses#my art#welcome home#art#fanart#drawing#digital art#welcome home arg#welcome home fanart#julie joyful#frank frankly#eddie dear#franklydear#genderfluid
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None of this is to say I am good / too long alone to have been touched by / something real.
Natalie Wee
#my rewatch is giving me sm buck feelings#like he just wants to be loved. held. not get abandoned for once#AAAAAAAAAAAA#anyway hi. enjoy this edit i hope?#911 abc#911edit#bucktommy#tommy kinard#evan buckley#bucktommyedit#911 edit#my edit#lesbianjesslook#<- hihi hiii jess#alielook#userabs
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APOLLOOOOO!!!!
An offering because I ate his leche flan (sorry) ALSO, I'd like to think he styles his hair sometimes when he doesn't have anything on his to-do list!
Have a very microscopic version of Apollo as well!
#apollo worship#apollo devotee#apollo#hellenic#hellenism#I love Apollo and all but it took me a lot of tries just to draw him (his hard to draw)#AAAAAAAAAAAA be my friend pls my fellow Apollo devotees. I want/need friends#offering#deity#don't you sometimes spell deity as diety (I do)#I also drew a very small Apollo there
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So hold your razor wide And swing it to the skies 🩸
#black veil brides#bvb#bleeders#bleeders bvb#andy biersack#andy bvb#guy of all time 🖤#maeve.gif#baby's largest gifset to date#there were just so many good shots i couldn't choose just a few#i am OBSESSED with this video#i need to pick it apart with a pair of tweezers#AAAAAAAAAAAA
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HIS SMILLLLEEEEE <3333
#AAAAAAAAAAAA#THE DIMPLES TOO OMG#HES SO ADORBS#EVAN MY BAAAABBBYYYY <33333#im so in love with him and his smile snd his pretty brown eyes and his beautiful hair#just everythint about him is..#MWAH#how can a man be so gorgeous#evan peters#evan peters fandom#evan peters my beloved <33
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Everybody wants Fox's Noods
#leave him ALONE HE"S TRYING TO EAT#lmao lets be real this man works while he eats#it's just efficient#oh my god i though i was going insane trying to save this#i accidentally had a layer set as a draft layer#so HALF THE COLORS WOULDN'T SHOW UP#AAAAAAAAAAAA#ANYWAYS i left some sneaky fun bits in the posters on the wall#hopefully it's all legible#my art#star wars#digital art#star wars the clone wars#star wars fanart#tcw#commander fox#marshal commander fox
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Shiny Espurr & Shiny Pumpkaboo late kofi doodle for Ally!
#artists on tumblr#pokemon#espurr#pumpkaboo#gotchibam arts#oooohhh finally getting the remaining kofi doodle reqs down to less than 20!!#REALLY HOPING I can finish all this w/in the month aaaaaaAAAAAA#i'm also working on the comms I promise ;w;#just doing the easier ones atm!!
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I am not getting over this shot
Look at them
Look at him
Look at this smol happy smile.
Such a pure look of innocent little joy
From having this moment under the umbrela with gege ;-;
;-; the umbrella he gave him before giving his life meaning
;-; the umbrella he in turn covered him with after 800 years apart
LOOK AT HIM
MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW
АААААААА
#AND XIE LIAN LOOKING WITH HIS INNOCENT TRUSTING CLUELESS EYES#JUST CALMLY AND CURIOUSLY#COMPLETELY TRUSTING#HOW CAN YOU NOT TRUST THIS ABSOLUTE PRECIOUS ANGEL#AAAAAAAAAAAA#tgcf#hualian#xie lian#hua cheng#tian guan ci fu#tgcf thoughts#tgcf donghua#tgcf season 2#heaven officials blessing#天官赐福#花怜#tgcf s2#tgcf s2ep11
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