#ben beckman smut

[sanjisblackasswife]

𝙲/𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎

Ft. Gol D. Roger, Rayleigh, Ben Beckman, Shanks (This can be when they were younger or older idc)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Cockwarming, Fingering, Kissing, Dirty Talk(?)

Roger

Gol D is such a simple man when it comes to you and your pussy.

If you offer to sit down on his cock as he drinks the night away he’ll be over the moon

“Roger, we’ll be in front of the crew though…”

“Yeah, well…we’ll also be in a corner and you’ll have this pretty dress on.”

His infamous smile showing his deep dimples behind that nose hair of his never failed to make you roll your eyes and agree to his slutty plans.

You and him now cozied up as the party goes on his ship, his tip softly hitting spots in your pussy that makes you softly whimper whenever he adjusts his hips in his seats

“You’re like my personal little heater.” He hums drunkly in your ear, nearly about to grope your breast but you slap his hand

“Shut up Roger!”

Rayleigh

Big…Big..he’s so big.

It’s not the length that Rayleigh has that gets you it’s the GIRTH.

Whenever he offers you to sit down and say still it’s purely out of punishment.

“Seems I spoiled you too much today huh?”

You squeeze down at his words, his musky natural scent and his breath hitting your ear as you sat so painfully still on his lap as he read—

“Porn. Really…you’re reading fucking porn.”

“Ssssh.” He kisses the pout you have on your lips and a firm swat landed on your butt right after making your nude body jolt against his. “‘M reading, now.”

You knew if you rocked Your hips against his you’d be in trouble. You knew, and he almost read your mind from the glint in your eyes staring down at the wet mess connecting you both.

Rayleigh knew you wouldn’t last keeping him warm. You never do, so when he felt your pathetic ruts against his body he smiled. Giving you what your pretty supple body wanted this while time.

Picking you up swiftly you hold onto his wide frame, feeling him place you on his fluffy bed to then hold your legs as far apart as they can be. He spits on your little clit, thumbing it to soothe the tense feeling of his cock still inside you.

He was right. He spoiled you too much.

Ben

You both love to do it after sex

Purely because it lead to more sex.

Benny is an affectionate/touchy man when it comes to you. Your body and the softness of it always gives him a cloud 9 kinda of feeling that he refuses to let go of

“Stay.” Is all he says when he keeps you under him, his head in your breast, every once in a while licking/kissing on your bruised nipples from prior events.

As full as you already were, the way how his body caged you in, the way his hair felt in your hands, his warmth and weight. You didn’t mind it.

Sometime he will switch positions, leaving you on top and him leaning on the headboard so he can smoke, he’ll rub your nude/sweaty back to soothe you back to sleep.

However—

“Whatcha doin’?…hm?”

He felt you grind against him a little, kissing his neck, maybe it was the hint smell of your pussy in his breath, the way his fingers lingered on your ass when he rubbed you, or maybe you’re just THAT needy but—

“Wan’ more…” Your whispered, embarrassment creeped in your face realizing you both been at it since this evening and its such a late hour.

Benny smiles, bringing your chin to his mouth and shotgunning you before both of your tongues played with each other. His kisses were always so sweet, but messy.

“Use me then…” Benny laid flat on his back, one arm behind his head, “‘M all yours.”

Ben was never a man to tell you no

Shanks

You swear it’s because he is a pervert but really he loves to be close to you.

It usually never ends with sex, he can fall alseep right then and there when he plunges inside you.

It was a rough day, running around, training, stealing, you name it. It was a lot for Shanks.

You both are in your shared room, getting ready for bed after taking a quiet calm bath together, he watches you lather your body up, Damn—-you looked so good

But he was so tired, he didn’t want to ask you to ride him, it seemed selfish to use you for his own satisfaction but

He needed you.

“Sweetheart…Can…can you sleep with no panties tonight?”

Usually you would have scoffed at his offer, sounding like a pervert again but his voice was tired and his eyes were drowsy. You approach him, cupping his damp cheek and he leans in to kiss you slowly.

“Of course.”

He gave you his shirt to wear and you did, he decided to just stay in the nude.

You lay on your side, and almost immediately when shanks gets in the bed he plants his lips on yours, passionately kissing you, leaving you to moan in his mouth as he plays with your clit a little.

“So wet already…” He marvels, lifting your leg a little he shares a “fuck” with you, you’re so warm and tight, so eager to suck him inside.

You can hear his sigh of relief as he settles inside you from behind.

“Thank you baby.” He pecks your neck, you were exactly what he needed after today

He knew in the morning he’d have to thank you with his tongue.

[nekassvariigs]

Beckman x reader

CW: NSFW

It was fuzzy evening in a bar on a whole new island yet the atmospehere never changed. The guys were all about loud and rowdy never failing to keep good company aswell as drinking the whole taverns alcohol near dry.

You took in the sight, outside was pitch black light seeped out from within as a thin haze. Tankards clinking against one another the lesser known guys in the crew were all about trying to drink roux down the table.

One of the guys approached you from the side with an eager smile beckoning you to join them for the manpower.

"No, cmon you know its impossible to outdrink him."

"Who cares just come." He patted you on the shoulder pickingn you up between your armpits your whole entire body picked up like a long snake you got up from your seat finally, chair squeeking behind as you approached the rowdy bunch greeted by cheers and howls you greeted everyone getting a tankard from within the middle of the table.

Roux was tough compettition but that didnt stop you from the growing pride inside you to atleast try. Pehaps it was just because everyone was cheering as you gulped down the whole tankard, beer spilling from the corners of your mouth everyone cheered, you could feel your body tickle from the inside as it absorbed the alcohol slowly.

You grabbed another taking your time as eyes werent on you as much as they before, everyone was having a good time and you couldnt be more in element right now.

With pursed lips you pulled away from the large wooden tankard swallowing down the last sip for now.

"Excuse me for a bit, i need a smoke."

They all smiled quickly enjoying their banter, you walked away checking your pockets, nothing.

"Damn." you thought to yourself patting each pocket down not only were you out but every shop around was closed.

You started wondering who in the crew smoked. Not many of them did which left you out further and dryer than before. And just as you remembered there was one man always caught with a smoke nearby.

"First mate!" you used his formal title with a smile all too buzzed, his head turned to you with a small smile he had just stricken a cigarette for himself, he cracked the match in his palms looking up at your drunkenly flushed face.

"What is it dear?" He was always a man of compliments and you couldnt hide the smile that creeped on your face from the endearment.

"Could i borrow a cig? i ran dry." you noticed that theres a seat free by his table, your legs making way to rest a little he opened up the tightly folded box of neatly lined cigarettes passing it to you.

"Here." he spoke softly noticing the haze in your eyes and the droopy smile on your lips as you sobered up near his presence.

Your body perked up at the extended box you grabbed one out of the pack and put it between your fingers.

He was fast, before you even had a chance to ask for a light he had sticken the flint on his lighter your chest tingling a little at his subtle apporaches.

"Thank you~" you cooed meeting his gaze as you lowered yourself to the flame to catch fire to the tip of the smoke.  

Smoke puffed from within your mouth as you finally got the thing to light, the first mate didnt take off his eyes from you not even for a second as you sat back into the chair crossing your legs as you enjoyed the smoke.

"What is it?" you asked patiently noticing his lingering gaze over you.

"First time ive actually seen you smoking is all. I know you do, just never 'seen it."

You puffed out a strand of smoke a small smirk creasing up your face.

"Really? I shoulda went to you sooner for spares." you sighed a little.

He picked up the beer infornt of him placing in by his lips to conceal a little knowing smile.

"That you should have. It aint pretty to see you walking in the guys' dorms late at night, leaves the wrong impression."

You choked a little on your own saliva face blushing in embarrasment as you tried to explain it.

"But what do you mean 'it aint pretty to see me walking in the guys dorms?' "

You tapped out the cigarette moving closer to the table.

"What i meant is i dont like seeing you going places you shouldnt." his lips glimmered from the booze, he looked at you sternly his voice was coarse, unusual from its smooth warmness.

Your whole body alerted at the change of atmosphere around you your legs squeezed tighter under the table you hid the emotion of amusement behind intrigued eyes.

"Then where do i go?" you asked hoping to hear the words that played in your mind.

"You come to me." He was straightforward wasting no time to let you know who should be the man you go to in time of need.

He leaned closer on the table one arm reaching with his fingertips to cup your chin in his large hands you puckered your lips for only a split second at the touch of him reminding yourself that hes only offering temporary relief in terms of cigarettes, and yet the way he looked at you meant two different things, that slow burning gaze as his eyes took you in little by little, dropping to your lips and back to your eyes he made no moves on you only admiring from afar you wished so much that he would come closer.

"Dont forget it, okay?" his thumb stroked over your bottom lip gently pulling it away until it landed back in place this time there was no way to hide the emotions you felt inside, you didnt care if he saw you biting your lip as the lustful smile took over you, you wanted him to see that.

You nodded slowly keeping your gaze on him he smiled with a little twist to his scowl he pulled his hand away having gotten your confirmation.

The drinking went on for the entire night that day half of the crew fell asleep right there in the pub and those who still had the strenght in their legs made ways back to the ship to crash.

You however laid in bed staring at the celing laughing every now and the bizzarrity of the situation

The vice Capitan never seemed to show any interest in people of his own crew he usually kept it strict to sleep with only women that approached him, the ones that were dying to know how rough a pirate actually is. How they’d treat a woman in need for something new in their life’s. This side you never saw of your dear vice captain.

You sobered up a little in your bed hand caressing your stomach for some comfort as you wondered about it yourself.

A groan fell from your lips at the thought of the way he treated you tonight. He showed none of the hidden distain in his face when he spoke to you. Only care and protection to your safety at the thought of you wandering into the men’s dorms asking for smokes.

“How ridiculous..” you whispered aloud as you shuffled up from the bed legs tangled against each other between your steps you made way to the farthest corner into hall. Shanks’ cabin was the door in the very end so naturally Ben’s would be to the side.

With a few knocks hoping you didn’t disturb anything you peeked open the door to spot the vice captain laying slumped on the side of the bed, legs covered still in his black boots he seemed out of it pretty good.

“Beck?” You whispered coming into the room sitting on the side of the bed besides him, his salt pepper hair fallen a little over his face you sighed as you laid back on his bed with a loud poof.

You watched the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed smiling to yourself at the peaceful sight before you.

He could feel the shift of weight on his bed, he was well aware that he hadn’t invited someone in so it could have been one of the guys mistaking their bunks for his.

“Out.” He spoke all of a sudden making your heart race as you laid before him, his eyes opened slowly to the sight of your back before his eyes as you sat up.

He smacked away dry feeling in his mouth raising up on the bed just about as you were to get up from his bed.

He was still buzzed from all the drinking so the weight he put in his arm was stronger than you could have ever expected, his hand came quickly lacing over your waist as he pulled you back into the bed a surprised chuckle leaving your drunken mind as you rested your hands over his. The large scar on his forearm leaving a dip in his skin you absently stroked it not even noticing that it was there until he mumbled something, cheek resting on the covers of his bed he was lazily fighting the urge to fall back asleep.

He pulled you in slowly as he crawled his way deeper into the bed.

Black boots on the edge of the bed he flicked them off one by one with a loud thud.

He rested his head over yours the palm of his hand warming the side of your hips you could only take in the intoxicating scent from his cologne.

Deep and peppery.

your hand shyly rested between his chest until he took it to lace it around his Broad waist. He sighed taking a deep breath he was staring to lose the drunkenness inside of him.

“What are you here for?” He mumbled before your head, his voice roaring gently in his chest as he spoke.

“I thought to come for a smoke at first, but now that I think of it I don’t even want one..” you laughed pulling away from him a little.

“Then you came for me.” He was sly and sure of his response making you rethink every word you were about to say.

“..” only silence came from you as you looked him eye to eye waiting for him to open his.

The moment he did you leaned to press your lips to his, unsure wether it was the  alcohol talking or the heat of the moment but it felt right to do this.

His brows furrowed for a second as he groaned into the kiss he pulled his palm from under you, thumb resting before your ear his hand on the side of your neck as he pulled your lips closer to him with a satisfied exhale.

It was pleasant to feel his lips over yours, warm and supple though a little dry you made sure to change that as you gently cupped his lips with your own.

Softly exchanging drunken kisses was in neither of your bucket-lists for the night but he was enjoying this all too much.

Benn’s tongue prodded lightly between kisses softly brushing against the split between your own, you gently rolled your hips against his. His other hand came snaking between your waist to your ass, squeezing tightly as he pressed you flush against his hips. The growing warmth of his skin behind loose clothes made you feel the outline of his erection quickly growing in size you caught his lips with your own gently biting down in a small pull, his eyes followed the sight.

“Fiesty aren’t you?” He smiled closing in the distance between you two, his tongue lightly brushing against the backside of your teeth as you opened your mouth a little more for him.

“A little..” you breathlessly admitted, missing his touch the second he pulled away to take off his shirt.

Though the room was dim you could barely notice the small chizzle of his chest, Broad and laced with scars long and sharp you sucked in a breath of air as he leaned over you. His hips resting over the middle of your thigh, the warm indent of his cock brushing gently against it, your hands laced around his neck as he placed a quick peck to your lips.

His fingers slipped under your shirt as he slowly prodded it upwards your body making your back arch once it hit your waist. His hands burned slowly against your flesh, each motion tickling and making the blush on your face rise higher you scooped your hands away from his neck allowing him to take away your shirt.

Bare chested under him he moved to rest his head between your breasts placing supple kisses on each mound he gently cupped each one with his hands. Eyes meeting yours as he kissed over your nipples with a light suckle at the ends he watched as you smirked brushing away the hair aside from his face as he moved lower on your chest placing quick kisses until he met the hem of your pants.

He looked back up at you and the blissful smile on your face.

“You sure?” He asked watching you bite your lip with a small nod.

He shrugged his head to the side a little.

“That won’t do sweetheart, use words..” he was gentle with the way he spoke kissing down the squishy part of your stomach as his nose brushed against softness of it.

“I’m sure, take ‘em off.” You mouthed feeling him clasp his hands behind the hems of your pants he pulled them off softly, watching as pale skin uncovered itself under his movements he made sure to pull off the underwear as-well.

He kissed the inside of your thighs before he moved them off completely leaving you with a quick hitched breath as his feverish touch left you.

He moved down the side of the bed standing up before you he undid his pants sliding them off his legs you drank in the sight before you, the flex of his pecks in the dim light of the room, the muscled abs he usually hid behind loose shirts, god he was attractive..

He climbed over you slowly stopping when he reached your plush cunt placing a deep kiss his lips perked in a small smirk as you bucked you hips against his mouth. He climbed over fully snaking one hand behind your back he welcomed himself in your embrace as he laid sideways pulling one of your legs around his hips he let the other hug him under his shared weight.

Beckmann licked his fingers quickly as he placed a smooth kiss over your lips his hand under your thigh he pumped his cock slowly lubing it up with his saliva.

“Tell me if it’s too much..” he whispered against your ear as he lined himself up against you, he took note of the warm wetness all around your entrance, his cock shlicking between your folds he guided the tip inside allowing you to get adjusted to his size.

With a delicious moan your head fell back a little in his embrace, he moved to kiss your neck with slow burning kisses, tongue tracing gentle licks against your throat you could feel the warm stretch that his cock made inside of you.

Your moved back in a comfortable position feeling him grope on your chest as he sucked on your nipple, clean shaven face tickling the skin with little bumps of prodding hair you giggled with soft amusement of how gentle he was with you.

You squeezed his waist with your legs pushing him deeper inside you, he groaned against your chest feeling the pooling warmth overwhelm him.

He began thrusting gently enjoying as slow moans fell from your lips with all the love and desire in the world, he felt so good, stretching the insides of your walls with his cock, you could feel each thrust, the vein on his cock as he pulled back and forth, his tip stroking and stretching against you as he collided his hips with yours.

Soft moans filled the room that smelt like drunken bliss, the sheets swishing under your constant movement as he seethed inside of you.

��Mhmmm~” you moaned deeply as his hands cupped your ass, squeezing and massing the side of your thigh the more he kept buckling.

His pace fastened every now and then as you mewled out for him the sound of his cock dragging with your juices all of over his cock numbed together with the dissipating feeling of the alcohol that he couldn’t even feel anymore, he was so lost in the moment of pleasure, lost in the way you clenched around him, hungry for the way you moaned his name.

His hand moved to the small of your back as he pulled you flush against his chest picking up his pace as lewd moans fell from your mouth.

“ C’mere..” he grunted pulling your lips against his he thrusted faster holding you closely as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your moans spilled inside his mouth, the pleasure filled your mind faster than you could even begin to imagine, the sides of your eyes began to feel blurry as his pelvic bone massaged your clit.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth drooping open in pleasure as he continued push deeper inside of you chasing his own high.

“Fuckk, Beck..” you whimpered feeling the hot flutter take over inside of you, hot pants  of his breath tickling the skin over your chest as low groans fell from his mouth he muttered low praises feeling the waves of your climax he slowed down with deep huffs of breath, pumping himself slowly into you as he enjoyed the waft of his own climax washing over him. Warm spurts of cum filled the insides off your walls trickling down the sides of his shaft as he slowly stroked inside of you riding out your highs. He pressed his hand on the end of your back pushing you against him lovingly as he filled you up with him cum, peppering slow kisses across your collarbones as you arched your head to allow him better access to you.

“Fuck, you’re good..” you chuckled moving to cup his face to plant a sweet kiss which he reciprocated with slight desperation, trying to enjoy more and more of you before the night ended.

He took pride in having you, knowing that he’s the only one on the ship to have you to himself he wouldn’t allow a soul to make eyes at you after this.

He pulled out watching keenly as globs of cum slipped out of your cunt and onto his sheets he laid you on your back and slipped between your thighs to clean off the mess he had made. Your hips buckled each time he slurped between hooded eyes, a deep hunger sitting within them as he watched over you, the way your legs shivered under his touch, the pretty smile on your face as you looked at him between your thighs playing with your nipples playfully he pulled back with a last squelching kiss to your heat he laid beside you ushering you in his embrace as he pulled a cover over you. Hand resting over his chest tracing small circles you looked up at him.

His hand warmly stroking the side of your shoulder as you both grazed in the soft sex afterglow. His greyish blue eyes almost seemed dark in the light of the room.

“What’s on your mind?” He reached over the side of the bed to grab a quick smoke never leaving you from his embrace.

You were silent for a second trying to find the words to lay down the reason behind those mindful eyes.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but they way you acted tonight was different.” You whispered silently watching the smile on his face as he puffed a smoke from his lips. He moved to kiss the top of your head that dumb look in your eyes was his poison honestly.

He took a long breath, how does he even begin this?

He hummed leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, the linger of tobacco seeped into your mouth slowly.

“I do fancy you if that’s what you wanted to know. We did kind of skip a few steps by doing this though.” He looked down onto the sheets causing an embarrassed blush to spread across your face.

He took your hand in his bringing it to his lips he spoke.

“What do you say we take a little day off from the guys? Just you and me, around the town..” he smiled a little a bit expectant for your answer.

You smiled resting back onto his chest with a relieved sigh. “Sounds nice..” you played with his hand comparing it to the size of your own the soft strokes of his thumb softening the mood between you even more.

[missbeckman]

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For my smut writers, enjoy! Please, tag me

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

I'm working on smut for something completely different ( commission aye )

But

Benn Beckman...

Benn's 100% the type to let his partner cockwarm him while he's working on maintaining the ship's logs. Settled on his lap, one arm around their waist to hold them still, the other holding a quill, gaze focused on the paper.

Occasionally giving a sharp, sudden thrust up- or a slow, gradual roll to have them whining against his throat for /more/, they want more, they need more, Benn, please, they've been so, so good!

To feel his lips press a kiss against their temple as he murmurs that he just needs to finish off this page. If they can handle waiting a little bit more...

He'll gladly give them what they want.

[my-gender-is-one-piece]

Shanks is a tie breaker

So you ben make a bet and your willing to do anything to win that bet…but how far will you take it?

Look just imagine the scene

-you and benny made a bet to see who could get the most people on there side. The debate was who would win in a fight buggy or Luffy…Ben thought that Luffy would win but you thought buggy would.

-captain shanks and Benny are talking about the big debate and you feel like spying on them as they sit down in the cabin as they have been there for a minute So you peak your head into the room to see that Benny was just about leave and that caught you off guard so you turned around to try and run but your foot gets caught on something and you fall backwards into the room. As each second when by you got more and more flustered.

Benny- oh…? What do we have here , y/n…

Y/n-I…I…I.(shanks cut you off)

Shanks-“I I I “ he mocked you

So…? Are you trying to cheat and See whose side I was on for the game instead of playing fair?

Y/n-no not at all (you got up quick in a hurry)

I was just passing by…I’ll see my way out

(Benny grabbed your arm before you could leave)

Benny- it’s only right to get even…even if it was an accident…

(Benny said with a smirk on his face)

Truth or dare!

Y/n-(you thought about the things they could ask you freely or do to you freely…you choose your fate wisely)

Truth…

Shanks-are you a virgin?…(shanks asked bluntly)

Y/n-(I paused before I answered)so what if I am…

(Benny and shanks looked at each other and nodded)

Shanks-well I’ll take it from here Benny…after all as captain I take full responsibility for all of my crew…(Benny then passed me over to shanks making me fall in his lap)

Y/n-r…responsible for w..what…

(Benny had left)

🍋 WARNING LEMON AHEAD 🍋

(Shanks grabbed your chin and made you look at him as you heard the door shut behind you, you felt chills go down your spine)

Y/n-(hes staring at me like I’m some type of sweet candy he could just eat…as if I belonged to him…) you thought to your self

Shanks-look at you down there…why are you so nervous I am your captain after all. I would never allow anything to hurt you…but you’ve been bad…

Y/n-(there no way I’m gonna lose this bet to Benny. I gotta do what I gotta do.) you were still thinking but then you said

Well captain how about…I could change your mind on our little debate then.

(You said as you started to get up and sit on his lap face to face with him as you slowly wrap your left arm around his neck and the other on his chest)

After all you are the tie breaker and you have to chose so why don’t you chose me?

Shanks-I think I might like that~

Just imagine what happened next

[jintaka-hane]

Sit Down

Masterlist

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: 4900 Notes: MDNI, + 18, NSFW, xf!reader, smut, oral (Beck receiving), fingering (f!reader receiving), friends to lovers, let me take care of you thing, fluffy end, needy Beck, a lot of pet names used (darlin', doll, princess, pretty) 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 hurried 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.

"Beck?" 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.

"Beck. 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.

"Beck!" 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 …

**********

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 weren’t faring much better. With food and medical supplies running dangerously low, 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 herself was in no condition to help. The sails were in desperate need of patching, the masts needed reinforcement, and the cannons kept jamming at the worst moments. And 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. 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 night, 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, 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.

Your attention shifted back to Beckman, who 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.

"Beck..." 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, thinking it was crazy and inappropriate. But as you watched Beckman worsen day by day, you reconsidered, concluding that it might be exactly what he needed to forget 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.

A low chuckle sounded behind you, laced with disbelief rather than malice.

"Darlin’," he said, 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 massaging his eyes, revealing his tired gaze 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, his gray eyes locked with yours. With your heart in your throat, you approached the armchair and placed 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 as 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 held 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.”

His jaw tensed in your hand.

“As flattered as I am that someone like you would be offerin’ somethin’ like that to a guy like me," he said, "my answer’s still no."

This time his refusal genuinely hurted you. You pulled your hand away, and his tired eyes opened again, disoriented without your touch.

"Your stubbornness is reckless," you tried to sound composed, but 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. We all need you, Beck... I-I..." Your lips trembled nervously as you spoke, "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, locking his eyes with yours in a way that sent a spark flickering in the pit of your stomach. He frowned, and for a moment, you thought he was going to scold you. But his expression quickly softened. "You can back out anytime. Got it?"

You nodded, and before you realized it, his hands were around your waist, lifting your shirt and exposing the skin of your abdomen. He pressed his nose playfully against your navel, and his fingers traced the waistband of your pants.

“Becks,” you giggled as the ticklish sensation sent 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 belly.

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. From the expression on his face, you could tell he wasn’t convinced.

"Besides," you added, trying to find something that would make him relent, "if that ever happens, I deserve 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 smiled. How you loved that rough, husky laugh.

"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."

Why was he always like this? You thought as you made yourself comfortable on the pillow, placing your hands gently on his thighs for support. "Thank you".

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 in a rare display of vulnerability for a man with his reputation.

“Hey, big guy,” you gave his thigh a comforting squeeze, "it’s just me. Relax, okay? Just let yourself go…”

The tent in his pants seemed to complain within its prison, and you didn’t want to make him wait any longer. Slidding your hands down his knees, you spread his legs just enough to create 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 his dick matched him well. 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.

"Darlin’,” Beckman said, taking the moment of silence as doubt on your part, “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 in your mouth.

You, on the other hand, felt incredibly sweet on his cock.

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 swallowed gradually more of his cock, eyes closed in concentration, hands anchored on his base for support, until you managed about two-thirds of his length.

He held his breath above you. His abdomen 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," he uttered 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. 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, 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 sweet 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, okay? 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 large tip pressed against your uvula, but once you managed the last few inches, you smiled proudly on 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, princess... 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, circling your perfect spot with astonishing ease. “Go on, princess.” 

Gripping his hand you grounded 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 and finding him as breathless and damp as you.

He smiled, and his hand ran through his hair in an attempt to regain his composure. But as he leaned toward you and his fingers grazed your cheek, his smile disappeared.

"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 around your waist, lifting you effortlessly and settling you onto his lap.

“Damn, I’m such a fucking brute…” he said, drawing you close against his chest.

“It’s alright, Beck,” you whispered as you pulled 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, turning 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. Sighing into the kiss, you 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 before your gaze met his deep gray eyes once again. 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 mimicked you, a smile grazing his lips as he looked lovingly at you. “Darlin’, you were… 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 frowned and cleared his throat. “The truth is… yeah, I think I can sleep now.”

With a genuine smile, you nodded and gave him another light tap on his chest. As you moved to stand, his large hands tightened 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, Beck. I’ve got work to do,” you lovingly brushed your fingers along his stubbled chin.

“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."

“The meanest,” you leaned in, your voice low and almost conspiratorial.

He hummed in amusement.

“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?”

He cupped your cheek and his thumb traced slowly the line of your jaw.

"Stay with me, and I’ll tell you in the morning."

A smile played at the corner of your mouth as you closed your eyes, sighing before slowly nodding to him.

Before you could even catch your breath, he had you in his arms, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you to the bed.

The clothes scattered across the mattress were brushed aside as he gently laid you down, quickly straightening the wrinkled sheets to make sure you were comfortable. Smiling, he tossed his shirt aside and lay down behind you, drawing a giggle from you when the weight of his body made you roll toward him. 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.

"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, his body relaxing behind you as his steady breathing signaled he had finally drifted off.

Beckman slept soundly that night, his heartbeat calm and his brow relaxed, at last enjoying his well-deserved, soothing rest. You, however, couldn’t manage a single blink and endured what felt like the longest night of your life.

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i want to marry this man omfg—

Simple Song

Summary: You were working at Party’s bar with Makino and your daily routine used to be very monotonous. That was until the Red Hair Pirates came along…

Characters: Benn Beckmann, Shanks, Makino, Luffy, Red Hair Pirates, Female!Reader

Parings: Benn Beckman x Female!Reader

Word count: 4700

Warnings: Smut, age gap (but reader in 18+), awkward flirting, sixty-nine, face riding

A/N: My 2 meters high baby deserves love too, so there we go…

It’d been several months since the Red Hair pirates arrived in Foosha Village and you had to admit, you didn’t know your life was so quiet until they came along. You worked with Makino at Party’s Bar, and lately, you went from only seeing a few villagers, to serving at least two hundred drinks a day to a whole crew of pirates.

With the pirates around, life was never really quiet anymore, but they didn’t cause any trouble. If you had to be honest, you got really scared when the fishermen announced pirates coming into the port months ago. But now that you got to know them a bit more, they’d become more like friends than anything else.

Today was a hot summer day and you had to wipe the pearling sweat off your forehead every now and then. You were serving your patrons as usual, not really minding the pair of eyes staring at you from one of the tables.

Benn Beckman was lazily sitting on a chair, sipping on a cold beer and watching you walk around, cleaning the counter and serving drinks. He tried to be reasonable about it, but he didn’t seem to be able to tear his eyes off the beautiful sight he had in front of him.

Slowly over the past few months, he got used to having you around and noticed things he hadn’t before. He noticed how, no matter how many people you had to serve, you always seemed to go as fast as you could, zooming around behind the bar and in between the numerous tables.

He also noticed small things. He noticed how you would redo the knot of your apron every hour or so, making sure to keep it tight around you. He also noticed that you were often touching your hair in some way, either checking the integrity of your hairdo or tucking in a few loose strands. In doing so, he would appreciate with longing eyes the way your back arched as your arms lifted up to your head. He found any of your movement to be so diligent and graceful.

“You’re in trouble…” A red head appeared in his field of view from behind his shoulder as he was still looking at you, the low pitched voice of his captain resonating in his ear.

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7 Deadly Sins / 7 Heavenly Virtues: REQUESTS OPEN!

I know. It’s been at least 3 weeks since I first suggested I might be opening requests. Well, friends. We are finally at that point!

7 Deadly Sins: Lust / Gluttony / Greed / Sloth / Wrath / Envy / Pride

7 Heavenly Virtues: Chastity / Temperance / Charity / Diligence / Patience / Gratitude / Humility

As this is my first ever request opening I’m only going to do one fic for each. Please read the rules, if I get a request that does not follow the rules I’m simply going to send you back here...!!

Rules:

1. Sins/Virtues are done on a first come first served basis. However, as I anticipate some to be asked for more than once I will keep ideas to fic at another point in time.  2. If you want Smut...  Tell me what you want, I’ll do what I do... If I just can’t do it, please understand...

3. x Reader requests only. Sorry..! 4.  Because I'm going to do this first come first serve you're probably gonna need to give me at least 2 sins/virtues... (you don’t have to!) As long as you got an idea you go for it! Give them to me in preference order... 5. I’m flexible. It is your choice how you decide to send me sins/virtues. You can send me the plot / a line / a lyric...

Be as (un) specific as you like but I can’t promise my own ideas aren’t going to be poured in there. Request how you want - Message Me / Ask Me... Whatever! 6. 1 request per Sin/Virtue, making 14 total. I will write for any of the listed Mendo characters more than once. It’s all up to you guys to be creative!!!

7. Just cuz its a sin doesn’t mean it needs to be a sin... just because its a virtue doesn’t mean it has to be... virtuous... 😏 

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Acceptable Mendo’s:

Talos (Captain Marvel) / Director Keller (Captain Marvel) Sheriff of Nottingham (Robin Hood) Nolan Sorrento (Ready Player One) Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody (Animal Kingdom) Robin Van Der Hook (The Place Beyond The Pines) Kyle Sullivan (Guns For Hire) Martin (Untogether) John Daggett (The Dark Knight Rises) Gerry (Mississippi Grind) Dave (Lost River) Phil Beckman (Knowing) Kev Madden (Idiot Box) Anders Harris (The Land of Steady Habits) Emmett Dutton (Australia) Malcolm Bench (Vertical Limit) Fraser (Black Sea) Ned (Beautiful Kate) Daniel “Danny” Clark (The Big Steal) Orson Krennic (Rogue One)  Danny Rayburn (Bloodline)

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[dirtyshankings]

I thought ppl used both Ben and Benn?

Yeah! But the correct spelling is Benn Beckman, and by accident, I’ve been typing Ben. I didn’t realize it had two n’s until I looked him up after the... fifth smut story I wrote???

[missbeckman]

[missbeckman]

Rookie's diary, II log

this is a page of a rookie in Skank's crew, smut short tale if you prefer. And once I wrote "smut" not for minors, sorry

image credit here

I promise I'll introduce her properly soon, I'm working on it.

Log I

Log II

After a night watch

I'm finally getting used to a pirate sip's work, after 2nd turn of night watch, I wasn't sore nor seasick.

Shirei -kan* had asked me to update the ship's diary as soon as my turn ends, he's always the first who gets up, so as soon as the sun rose I went to Benn's room.

The window was already open, and the papers were all over his desk as the dip pen, unusual for him, but made my work a little easier.

When a turn back I saw a bulge under the sheets and opening my ears could clearly hear him calling my name between groans while sleeping, all I felt was a hot wave emanating from my core. Before I realized I had kneeled by his side and hands wandering through his chest down to his groin.

He was hard and twitching, a few pumps were enough to start dripping pre-cum, the aroma of saffron mixed with expensive pure tobacco was inebriating and I could resist savoring him.

Suddenly one of his hands was caressing my hair and the other one, my breast.

_MMM I don't remember asking you to please me so early in the morning

_ You didn't boss, at least not with words

_Aaaah your mouth is delicious around my cock, is your pussy that wet too, love? Let me see.

But I did not allow it, I wanted to taste him first, it was my turn to savor him. I engulfed his cock and rolled my tongue around it as he was getting louder. When he couldn't stand anymore I impaled myself and rocked my hips up and down, then circling.

I was blinded by lust when he felt my body, closing distance between our mouths. His tongue penetrated my lips as his hands took control over my movements, faster, rough.

He switched position when I came and shortly he did on my belly with a lascivious smile.

_ You rest now, girl, you deserve it.

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* according to google translator " shirei-kan" means director, official, govt office, rule, administer. It's the definition that suits better for "first mate", I guess

[r0binsblkgf]

It should've been me, not her!

@maaboodoofuuuu

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