#benn beckman headcanons

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Beckman NSFW // Smut Compilation 

Summary: A compilation of Beckman smut from my multi character posts (Kisses, Going Down On You, Fingering You, Sex Toys, Playing With Your Nipples, Threesomes, His Favorite Place).

Genre: Pure Smut

CW: NSFW // toys, oral sex (Beckman giving), Daddy Dom Beckman, Big Dick Beckman, threesome x Shanks

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Kisses: 

Doesn’t kiss you in public (or show any affection in public, really). You’re the type of couple that nobody can tell is together. But when you’re behind closed doors, you’ll receive quite a few different types of kisses: the deep and sensual kisses that always lead to something more, the slow kisses down your neck when he’s tired but wants you so bad, the lingering kisses he places on either your cheek or hand when his mind is elsewhere, the sweet kisses on your forehead before he rolls out of bed in the morning. And when his mind is elsewhere, the best way to get him out of his head is to kiss up his biceps and across his broad shoulders. 

Playing With Your Nipples: 

He’s not sure what he likes more: you sitting in his lap and feeling him up, or you sitting in his lap and letting him feel you up. But he knows his favorite thing in the world is you sitting in his lap, usually at night or in the early hours of the morning when the rest of the crew is passed out, your shirt on the floor. If your back is pressed into his chest, it’ll be mere seconds before his hands are beneath your shirt and he’s tugging on your nipples, and it won’t be long after that that he’s laying you down on his desk to suck on them. Some of the most desperate moans you’ve pulled out of this man have been as you were grinding into his massive bulge while he sucked on your nipples.   

Fingering You: 

Have you seen this man’s hands? Two of his fingers amount to a small cock. But don’t worry, he won’t be too mean about it. Sure, he’ll expect you to call him daddy, and no, he won’t let you hide your face or cover your mouth to stop yourself from moaning, but he’ll take it nice and slow, stroking your clit until you’re begging for his fingers inside you because you just feel so empty without him penetrating you, then probing your weepy little entrance, gently pushing one big finger in and only adding another when you’re creaming for him. “That’s my good girl,” he’ll tell you as you adjust to the size of his hands, “taking daddy’s fingers just like you’re supposed to.” When he’s not heaping praise on you, he’s kissing you, his tongue pushing into your mouth while his fingers thrust in and out of your cunt. And once you’ve cum, he’ll deem you ready to take his cock. (Big Dick Beckman always preps you). 

Going Down On You: 

“Come here, babygirl. That's it.”  

Beckman drinks your juices like a nightcap. He’ll put you on his desk, the moonlight filtering in through the window and a lamp flickering in the corner, and unzip his pants to give his massive erection some breathing room before turning his attention to his babygirl. He likes to start slow, taking his sweet time with your nipples and leaving a trail of hickies around them, before finally burying his face between your shaking legs.  

“Give daddy a taste.” 

He’s nice and sweet about it, but don’t think he won’t hold you down if you start to squirm around too much. He goes down on you like you need it, not like you want it; he goes down on you like it’s for your own good. It’s for his own good, too, that thing that takes the edge off and helps him wind down after a stressful day. He wants your legs wrapped around his head and your hands tangled in his long hair. 

Oh, and he wants you to tell him that he owns you. Nobody else is allowed to taste your pussy; it's all his, and you'd better chant that while he draws your orgasm out of you. 

His Favorite Place: 

He’s a simple man, and he likes his privacy. If you’re aboard the Red Force, he wants you in his office with the door locked, the one place the crew will leave him alone. It's by far his favorite place to go down on you, making you put your feet up on the desk and hold your own legs open while he laps leisurely at your folds. But he much prefers fucking you in your home, where he can stretch his legs a bit, and that means relaxing on the sofa while you ride him, bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you dumb, and putting your legs over his broad shoulders while you call him daddy in your bed. 

Threesome Headcanons 1: 

Beckman doesn’t share often, but when he does, it’s exclusively with Shanks. Shanks insisting Beckman’s cock is too big for you and ordering you to ride his face first. You trying your best to suck Beckman’s huge cock while Shanks tongues you but struggling to do anything with the captain working between your legs. Shanks finally relenting and allowing Beckman to skewer you on his cock, jerking himself off while he watches. Beckman starting slow because he’s well aware of his size and pounding into you by the end. You can’t even speaks by the time Shanks is fucking you. Shanks acting lazy the entire time but he’s calling all the shots. 

Sex Toys: 

Keeps a vibrator in his desk drawer to use on you when he’s working late and you come looking for him. He keeps another on the nightstand because it’s a really good way to loosen you up and prepare you to take his cock (big dick Beckman is basically cannon). He doesn’t really use it on you while he's inside you, though, because you end up clenching much harder on his cock and it makes you so sore (downside of big dick Beckman). 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[kaivenom]

Hi :) could you please do some benn beckman headcanons (nsfw and sfw) that man is too overlooked 😔

Dating Benn Beckman would include...

A/N: this IS the first time i write for this man so i hope i did It right. NSFW under the cut

Masterlist

SFW

Like the rest of his crew, he is a womanizer and likes drinking and parties but he is the calm one among that storm of people.

He prefers to be a little distanced from all the noise that his mates are doing, just like you, and that's what make you two coincide that night.

He was trying to light Up his cigarrette, failling, and you offered your lighter. Of course you've been observing this fine men for a couple of minutes but this was the time that he noticed you.

That led to a nice and fine conversation until the sunset (which is a lot), and then his crew mates went out and took him with them.

"I hope we meet again lady." He simply said with a grin while his captain pinched his ear.

From that day, he was thinking about you, it's difficult for him to have such a nice, calm and genuine conversation like he had with you.

So, he tried to subtly convince Shanks to come back to the island, once, and then twice and third times....

Not that the crew were annoyed at him, they loved the party, so they accepted everytime and everytime he spent all night outside the club with you.

He didn't quite realize he liked you, he just thought that you were the best company he has and since you aren't from the crew, he just has to get to your island... But nobody takes that way if it's not because It likes someone.

You on the other hand, liked him and your know It but you were waiting for him to ask you out or something because he is the one with the difficulties.

But he went oblivious for several months, the moment when he realized that he liked you was the most innapropiate moment.

Shanks invited everyone to a brothel and of course he won't say no to his captains orders, but when he was with the hooker, he couldn't stop thinking about you....wishing It was you, moaning like a teenager just at the thought of you, wanting you to be there and be real, to say "I love you" to him.

He didn't even finished and ordered the girl to go out, he sat on the bed, naked and with an existencial crisis. He did in fact imagined that type of situation with you but he thought It was his usual men thought of fucking every one but seeing It so vividly and wanting It so badly WITH YOU, not anyone else but you.

He sat there the whole night, remembering all the times he was with you and seeing that scenes with a different point of view now.

That morning he said to Shanks that he needed to go to the island, Shanks simply said "Finally". It's clear that everyone but Benn noticed the truth.

You were on your house and this big appeared with a sweaty look, flowers, chocolate, a card and a plushie of you favourite animal... Like he has been running for the last hour getting all that stuff.

"I am not too late, right?"

"Late for what?"

"For you." And he left everything on the entrance and kiss you.

Now you are offically dating which means you now have to get along with the crew and that makes him jelaous, cause he is, a lot (he says that he is a man and know what men thought when they see a pretty girl, and you are one of those).

He is also a really oblivious men at the emotional side, he hada rough time starting to understand your mood and your subtle messages but he compensates It with his memory for special dates and good gifts (cause he showers you in them).

You are sometimes insecure of him being a pirate and experienced men and you just being you, but he says that that thoughts are stupid and that he loves you no Matter what.

Temple and forehead kisses almost everytime, kissing you in the mouth IS something private cause he can't keep It pg, if he tastes your mouth he becomes an animal.

The type of men that obliges you to sit on his lap on social events.

You somehow becomes the mom and dad of the crew, and they joke about that a lot.

He has had a lot of relationships previously but nothing serious, so he is a little insecure about doing things well, so he tries to put all his efforts for you to see that he loves you.

At some point he wants to live with you and maybe form a family and two things can happen, he leaves the Red haired pirates (difficult but if he is really sure he can do It) or you join the crew (which IS more likely).

This can sound crazy but i just picture you both on one of the crew's parties but you two are laying far from the people, on a corner. And you are lazily sat on his lap, chatting and drinking and he just starts smoking and at some point he takes your mouth and pushed the smoke into your mouth... Probably with weed and not tabaco.

Less to say, his lips are sweet cause he tries to always eat gum before you both kiss (especially if you dont like tabaco)

NSFW

He is experienced, a lot, so you are always on a rollercoaster of orgasms.

That sometimes makes you insecure but he is such a calming pressence and has a special, really sexy, way to explain things that justs turns you on and relaxs you.

The first time he almost looked like he was afraid to hurt, like his mind was somewhere else and you were a little worried about It but he was reliving the moment at the brothel and was trying to recompose himself cause you are not a hook Up you are his dreamed one, he wants to love you and to make you feel loved, to treat you with love not lust.

You kissed him slowly and he Finally started to do something. Your first time was filled with love and pure adoration.

But then you started to feel like he was repressing himself and of course you aproached him, and he explained everything and you understand It obviously but you wanted him to be more rude with you so you make sure to make him saw that.

"If you love me so much, fuck me like you mean It"

And with that, with that confirmation, he transformed into a beast. Daddy/sir kink, a little choke play, biting, a little bondage, doggystle, creampie and even anal.

You loved every minute of It, how he grabbed your hair and pulled you to meet his chest while he groaned on your ear and slamed his hips onto yours with a slap, how he cums inside you and pushes his sperm back into your cunt if it's driping.

Once he got the aproval expect a lot of that, cause he is a little kinky bastard and even loving you the most, he also loves the idea of having you under him whimpering and squirming, asking for his cock.

One of the things he likes the most is having contact with you, so his hands are everywhere on your body, pressing and squeezing, roaming all over your body.

When he is lazy or tired or even a little mean, he lets you ride him. He is still on charge and you know It but you love to be on top... The way his eyes look at you with adoration, how he helps you sink on his cock, how he sucks your tits with every thrust.

Speaking of sucking, he really likes to eat your pussy like a starved men but he loves when you suck his cock, it's like his stress reliever, he just lays there and all his problems go away.

Aftercare Its really important to him, specially if you two have been on a specially rough sex session. He never had to worry about these things but now he has to hold someone, he has to cuddle after.... And he is grateful for that.

[nakama-narratives]

Headcanon: Reader got the flu

Characters: Shanks, Benn Beckman 

A.N: I've been in bed with the flu for a few days. Today I feel a little better ^.^

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Shanks

- Shanks is sitting at the mess hall like he does every morning, having breakfast with the crew. He didn't notice you got sick. What he notices is that you're not sitting next to him. Half the bread you steal from him every morning is still on the edge of his plate, where he leaves it easily accessible for you every morning.

Shanks is waiting for breakfast to finish, see if you just overslept and come later. But if you don't show up, Shanks is worried and starts looking for you. As soon as he sees you lying in your bed, feverish and exhausted from the flu, he will not leave your side.

- Whatever you need, Shanks will take care of it. You're hungry? Shanks asks Lucky to cook your favorite meal and then brings it to your bed. Thirsty? Shanks will bring you water, tea and juice. You're cold? Shanks already has two more blankets at his fingertips.

Shanks is by your side all the time, reading every wish from your eyes and trying to cheer you up with stories. Even if you send him away so he doesn't get it from you, you're not gonna get that man out of your room that easy. He thinks he's too strong to catch your flu.

- You'll feel better after a few days. But just as you prophesied, Shanks has contracted it with you - a bad version of the male flu. Now that you're feeling better and you want to do your homework, you're still tied to the bed - held by Shanks, who just snuggles in bed with you and rests. You can only hope you break the vicious cycle of the flu and you don't get sick again next week.

Benn Beckman

- Beckman knows you have the flu before you know it. He is always attentive and notices the slightest changes in your behavior. You sneeze or cough? You're less resilient today than usual? Beckman realizes it right away, puts a cup of tea with honey in your hand and sends you on a break. Whether you like it or not, he's gonna keep an eye on you and make you actually rest.

- As soon as your flu symptoms kick in, Beckman's gonna send you to bed. He brings you everything you need and comes several times a day to check on you. But as good as he takes care of you, he won't be with you all the time. As vice-captain, he's busy all day. He also believes that the body can only recover with enough rest and that if it were with you all the time, it would only distract you from sleep (not that you would complain about a distraction)

[fanaticsnail]

(inspired by this post)

Benn Beckman needs more "x reader" fics. If anyone finds some, writes some or crafts some out of marble and stone with a chisel: tag me please. I will write more, myself, but I love reading him.

[peachy-dove]

MDNI 18++!!

Benn Beckman x GN!Puppy Hybrid!Reader Headcanons NSFW

MDNI!!!!

A/n: the beckman brain rot is so bad rn I need him so bad so plz take these small Lil thoughts as I recover mentally

Thinking about beck getting a puppy hybrid on board the red force and how much he just adores them🥺

Constantly petting you and doting on you and fucking your brains out like the cute little puppy you are

He can't help it, the way your eyes look up at him when you miss him because you have to stay on the ship when they dock so he has to fuck you real good to make up for it

Or how you sit like such a good puppy at his feet all the time, nuzzling into his thighs and putting your nose up to his crotch because you want him

He has to punish you because you keep trying to fuck him on deck in front of everyone (one of these days he might)

Pulling you by your hair as he leads you back to your shared room, he tosses you on the bed and rips your clothes right off of your body and sees the slick mess you've made already

"Tsk, my little puppy has made such a mess," he run his hand through it and makes you lick his fingers clean

"So wet for me, bet you don't even need prep do you slut" you whimper begging for him to fuck you as you open your legs wider only thing on your mind is his thick dick

He slides right in as you whine and whimper from the delightful stretch, benn puts all of his weight on you to keep you still, pumping his hard dick into you slow and steady

Each stroke delicious and bullying your sweet spot, you can feeling each and every vein

Benn isn't much of a brute unless you make him mad and when he's mad that's the best sex

Your ass red and sore from the thorough spanking he gave you, bent over on all fours, your puppy brain turned to mush from the pounding he was giving you

Benn reaches around and presses his hand on your tummy, feeling his dick with every thrust

You, his little puppy all sore and weeping from the pain on your ass but fucking yourself back onto his dick like the obedient slut he trained you to be

Benn opting out of grabbing your hair but pulls your tail instead listening to your little yelps of pleasure and fucking you faster

I just want to be his little puppy🥺 and get dicked down on a regular

Sorry this is all over the place but I needed to share these thots☹️💕 in a puppy headspace rn I need to be given plenty of head pats and spankings~

[bennwazzhere]

Shanks and Beckman headcannons cuz I suck and won't stfu about them

WARNING!!!! There will be nsfw stuff soooo 👀

Shanks

Shanks 100% has a breeding kink like come on😭

Also to add to that (this may be gross to many people) maybe a piss fetish 👀👀 *oh no😭*

Whenever I talk to my best friend abt him I always tell her that his cock is a VERY UNREALISTIC size (aka 12 flaccid 24 hard like come on now crispyy)

but to be realistic, I'll have to say ehhhh 6 to 8???? Maybe????? 😭

Ok WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THE HAIR aka the ✨ᏢႮᏴᎬՏ✨. it makes a triangle up to his lowest ab/belly button. (I'll reblog this and show y'all cuz I'll draw it😭)

IT'S RED. It's slightly darker than his head hair tho.

Cut or Uncut ? Cut. 1000% like, I've seen art of the opposite but idgaf😭 he's cut, and that's final.

Beckman

I feel like Beckman would have the same kink and fetish as Shanks would (don't know why but he just does😭) but he would be much more gentle than his Captain

Again I made him have an unrealistic sized cock cuz I am stupid or sum shit but y'know(8 flaccid 16 hard GOD I'M RETARDED 😭)

but again, realism, slightly bigger than Shanks' 7-9 Ig idfk neither of them are probably realistic anyways 😭

✨P͜͡U͜͡B͜͡E͜͡ T͜͡I͜͡M͜͡E͜͡!͜͡!͜͡ ✨(gross😭) wild and grey same thing when he was younger, just it was black

His ass does NOT keep up with that shit😭

Oh god.... The last headcannon.... cut or uncut. Uncut. YOU CAN'T DISAGREE LOOK AT HIM LIKE, WHAT.

that would be so hot to see (for both of them tbh) hell, I've drawn so many pictures of this headcannon that it's not even funny.

(btw DM me if u want to see my favorite one of Benn😏 and don't mind my goofy ass art style plz I'm begging you😭)

Likes and reblogs are HIGHLY appreciated!!!!!

[loganwritesprobably]

Benn Character Sheet

Context: Set for a one piece modern AU

𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚗 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚗

"ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ���ʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ."

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Benn Beckman

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: Beck

ᴀɢᴇ: 50

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/they

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: November 9th

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Scorpio

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'7"

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair

ʜᴀɪʀ: Grey

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Blue

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: Lots of scars, sustained through the course of his life, most prominently the one on his face

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: Earlobe piercings

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Beck had a fairly average life. He had two parents who loved each other, they raised him well, he went to university to get a degree, and then he began to work. But, something about sailing called to him, and Beck took to work on the sea. This meant that despite his desire to settle down at some point, eventually, he never had the chance. He’d meet girls (and sometimes guys) and romance them while he was on land, then he’d disappear for months at a time and when he returned, they’d found someone more reliable. It happened a lot.

He spent a long few years like that, weathering the near-death of his father, and then he met a younger man by the name of Shanks. Shanks was a storm channelled into a body, with more energy than Beck thought he may have ever had, even as a child. Shanks had money, big ideas, and no family. Beck couldn’t ignore the need to bring him close, and make Shanks his business. They’ve been that way ever since. Shanks was there for the death of each of Beck’s parents, and helped him through it, while Beck helped see Shanks through the average hardships of life. They made more friends along the way, but everyone around them knew that it was Beck and Shanks.

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Beck works at Shanks’ company. The work isn’t exciting, and can often involve physical labour (Beck refused to climb the ranks to sit in some stuffy office doing paperwork, preferring to be getting his hands dirty and actually see the people that were working hard, making the company’s work possible), but it’s satisfying to go home at the end of the day and know he worked, and that he did it well.

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ

Drinking

Most people would claim that drinking isn’t a hobby, but then most people haven’t encountered Beck, Shanks and their friends. They make it a hobby, a damn dangerous one, but one well worth it.

Shooting

Beck often goes to his local shooting range to practise his aim. His father had grown up in a rural area, and so he’d been capable of shooting, a skill he learned from his father (Beck’s grandfather), and one he passed down to Beck. He doesn’t need it, but it’s a nice way to relax at the end of the week.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾ Kamaboko Kamaboko, a fish dish, is Beck’s favourite food

☾ A warm fireplace As a child, he’d spent many evenings with a book in front of his parents’ fireplace, and to this day he loves the feel of the fire, and the nostalgia it gives him.

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽ Hairdresser/barber It’s something that Beck has never liked, sitting in a chair for so long, with someone else so close to you while you can’t move makes him uncomfortable, so his hair is only cut rarely, and usually he does it himself just to take off his dead ends

☽ Feet They freak him out, put your damn toes away

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ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Mr Benn

➼ Deceased

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ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Mrs Benn

➼ Deceased

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Beck’s parents have been dead for a good while. He’s getting old now, and he hadn’t expected his parents to live forever, though they died while he was younger than he would’ve liked. They were much like him in the sense that they settled down to create their family later than most, though certainly not as late as him.

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Beck takes good care of himself. Looking good is important to him, and so he makes an effort to put in the work. Plus, he’s no stranger to manual labour so that certainly helps with keeping him in shape.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Out of all his friends, Beck is likely the most stable. While he would’ve liked to settle down as a younger man, the chance just hasn’t presented itself, and he tries not to dwell on it. That, however, is the biggest thing weighing on him at any moment.

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Beck eats fairly well. While he knows people that are far better cooks than he is, his food is always edible. Anyone else would tell you he was a great cook. In particular, he has a secret chilli recipe that his friends have been trying to get their hands on for years with no success.

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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Beck has to have a good memory, because he has to remember everything for two men - both him, and Shanks. Shank’s memory is questionable, no matter what the man himself says, and so it’s Beck’s job to keep track of everything.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

Beck has always been a light sleeper, not for any particular reason he just doesn’t sleep very much, and he’s easy to wake which means he even sleeps less. He’s more than used to being able to function with less sleep though, so it doesn’t much affect him anymore.

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[missbeckman]

Hello! It's been long time ! 👋

I have a question for you and i am sorry if you already answered this.

Do you think Benn has siblings or is he a single child? And if he does, how many, and brothers or sisters?

(I always seen him either a single child or he had bigger sisters but i am excited for your opinion on this topic)

Thank you!

Hi, how are you?

He's an only child, but I guess He might have younger siblings he doesn't know

I imagine him having both parents, his father is a mathematician and his mothers is a musician, (she plays shamisen).

They were poor, so at 16 he left home (on good terms) and joined a fisherman on his boat and a few years later he saved enough money, gave some to his parents, bought his own ship and left North Blue

[innerfare]

Going Down On You - Part 2

Summary: how they go down on you

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Mihawk, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Corazon, Smoker

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // oral sex, shameless dirty talk, Doflamingo is a menace

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Shanks: 

Swears it’s a hangover cure, and this man is hungover every single morning. He’ll wake up with a pounding headache, and before he’s even opened his eyes, he’s reaching for you. He’ll paw at you like a lazy animal until you remove your panties for him and he can fall face first into your delicious cunt. He’s trained your cunt like Pavlov’s dog, too, so that you wake up wet in the morning, your clit throbbing like an alarm clock. 

“Always ready for me,” he’ll mumble in his raspy morning voice. “Nice and wet. That's my girl.” 

You actually get a rash on your inner thighs from his stubble constantly rubbing against your sensitive skin, and you have to sheepishly approach Hongo for some sort of cream. Hongo has been on the Red Force long enough that he’s not phased, though you are so embarrassed you try to ban Shanks from going down on you for a while (spoiler alert: it doesn’t work). 

“I’d rather lose my arm than skip breakfast.” 

He’ll spend most of his time between your legs licking with broad strokes of his tongue, only pointing it and attacking your clit when you’re already on the brink of orgasm. He’ll finger you as you cum and won’t stop until you’re a crying mess, begging him to stop. Of course, he’ll only stop for as long as it takes him to get his cock out and push it in. 

Beckman: 

"Come here, babygirl. That's it."

Beckman drinks your juices like a nightcap. He’ll put you on his desk, the moonlight filtering in through the window and a lamp flickering in the corner, and unzip his pants to give his massive erection some breathing room before turning his attention to his babygirl. He likes to start slow, taking his sweet time with your nipples and leaving a trail of hickies around them, before finally burying his face between your shaking legs.  

“Give daddy a taste.” 

He’s nice and sweet about it, but don’t think he won’t hold you down if you start to squirm around too much. He goes down on you like you need it, not like you want it; he goes down on you like it’s for your own good. It’s for his own good, too, that thing that takes the edge off and helps him wind down after a stressful day. He wants your legs wrapped around his head and your hands tangled in his long hair. 

Oh, and he wants you to tell him that he owns you. Nobody else is allowed to taste your pussy; it's all his, and you'd better chant that while he draws your orgasm out of you.

Mihawk:

A proponent of fine dining. 

Will eat you out on the table, which kind of makes you feel like he’s doing it in public because his dining room is so large and there are massive windows with no curtains covering them; his insistence on you removing every article of clothing, not just your panties, and sitting on the table, feet on the edge, holding your legs as far apart as they’ll go only makes you feel more exposed. All the while, he remains entirely clothed. 

He’ll scold you if you wrap your legs around him. It’s his meal and he’s going to enjoy it precisely the way he wants, and the way he wants is uninhibited. He drags it out, too, edging you multiple times and lecturing you about delayed gratification if you complain. When he does finally allow you to cum, he tortures your clit for a moment after to be certain he saw you through your entire orgasm.  

Other times, he’ll be sitting in his chair and see you walk by and say, “y/n, come here.” He’ll have you strip down before laying you on the coffee table and working an orgasm or two out of you. Enjoys it so much that at times when he’s training or preparing for something, he’ll ban himself from indulging in your pussy because he needs to be focused. 

Crocodile:

Sir Crocodile has a big cock, but he normally stretches you with his fingers. Oral sex isn’t foreplay to him, it’s a separate thing entirely. He normally engages in it very late at night or very early in the morning when he’s exhausted and you’re half asleep. He’ll run his hand down your body, stopping briefly to massage your breasts, before pulling your legs apart. 

“Wake up,” he might grumble in your ear. Or he might not, instead waking you up with a few kisses to your clit.  

He probably kisses your pussy more than he kisses your mouth. He’ll make out with your leaky opening, swapping your juices for his saliva, part of him wishing he still had his other hand so he had more fingers to torture you with. But he’ll settle for one, going back and forth between your nipples and squeezing them until you cry out, then squeezing them some more.  

He doesn’t talk to you while he does it, a far cry from how he mocks and argues with you during penetrative sex. When he’s in an especially bad mood, he doesn’t take his hook off, and you wake up with it pushing into the soft flesh of your thigh, a silent warning not to close your legs on him. And when he’s finished, he’ll push you back to your side of the bed without a word. 

Doflamingo: 

Part of being his toy means being tormented with his tongue. He has a fucking giraffe tongue, and he puts it to good use, often laying back in bed and making you ride it like it’s his cock, moving it out of the way and then making fun of you when you struggle. He makes you talk to him the entire time, and when you’re not sitting on his face, you have to make eye contact with him. 

He’ll talk to you, too, and is so fucking patronizing. 

“Use your words, little one. Come on, you can do it. Don’t tell me it’s too much for you.” 

Uses a lot of different toys while he’s going down on you, typically a butt plug and nipple clamps. Has most definitely used a transponder snail to take pictures of your wet pussy, flush and swollen after he spent an entire afternoon tonguing it; the clicking sound of the snail camera was so humiliating but it made your pussy throb so much harder. 

One of his favorite things in the world is tying you up with his strings and spitting on your cunt. He has, on a handful of occasions, tied you up and allowed his subordinates to lick your pussy, but never lets them taste your cum; right when you’re on the edge, he’ll take over and make them watch while he takes your orgasm all for himself, usually with his cock. 

Corazon: 

Eating your pussy is his stress relief. The number of times you burned dinner because you were cooking and he came home in the middle and bent you over the counter for an appetizer is unreal. He always apologizes, but he doesn’t feel bad enough to stop doing it; he can’t stop doing it. And you’d be cruel to make him considering you can feel the tension leave his body as soon as his tongue runs through your folds. 

“I needed this so bad. Thank you so much.” 

When he’s not bending you over a counter, he wants you riding his face, and none of that hovering shit, either. He’ll wrap his arms around your thighs and hold you flush against his face, moaning as he laps at your folds.

“I can tell you need it, too. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” 

He’s so sweet about it, it’s unreal. Smiles the entire time, places so many sweet kisses on your clit and opening. A big fan of the two finger and tongue combo. Can work an orgasm out of you in record time. Never fucks you without making you cum at least once on his tongue (he’s 9’7 and his cock is proportional). 

Smoker: 

Smoker almost always ends up eating his cum out of you. He’s gone for weeks, even months at a time, and when he walks through that door, you’re dropping your panties or he’s ending it all. He has so much pent up energy he absolutely has to fuck you, but that doesn’t change the fact that what he’s been jerking off to every night is the thought of tasting you. 

“Don’t think for a second we’re finished yet.” 

He’ll take breaks to kiss you on the mouth, making you taste yourself. And then he’ll work his way back down your body, leaving hickies on your neck and biting your nipples before he’s back between your legs again, pushing his tongue into your hole to get every last drop of both of your juices out, his thumb seeing to your aching clit. 

You won’t even make it to the bed, he’ll just fuck you against the wall or on the counter and then drag you onto the floor to lick your cunt. He’s attempted to get you to the sofa before, but you just end up pushed against it while still on the floor, or else bent over the arm or sitting on the edge while he kneels between your legs. 

Also, the two of you don’t shower together often, but for some reason, the times you do shower together, he always ends up with his face between your legs. You’ve wasted so much water because he can’t keep his damn tongue to himself. And when he’s finished, he always places a few sweet kisses at your entrance as if to reward you for behaving. 

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[imasimpforshanks]

romantic epiphanies

aka. when they decide to marry you

ft. katakuri, benn beckman, mihawk, law

part 1 | part 2

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

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

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

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

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

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Got my friend putting this brainrot brainworm in my head of an asshole smacking Reader's ass when she's round a corner, not seeing that S/O is with her, amd subsequently having said S/O coming out the corner like a FUCKING DEMON READY TO TORTURE AND KILL-

Okay okay okay I've been giggling about this for like ten minutes straight I gotta at least do a quick lil mini headcanon thing or it will consume my soul—

Flat-out fire-in-their‐eyes when the offender notices them, shortly before offender goes flying through the air.

— Zoro, Sanji

Stands there with their arms crossed, the mere sight of them takes at least twenty years off the end of offender's life; lifting an eyebrow, "And how would you like to die today?"

— Mihawk, Sir Crocodile

Gives you a kiss on the temple and gently asks you to wait for just a minute or two before leading the offender off, seemingly for a perfectly reasonable warning, but you're pretty sure the screams you just heard in the distance have something to do with them.

— Benn Beckman, Bogard (stfg i write him ONE STINKING TIME AND NOW—)

Straight up slaps the offender's ass right back and winks.

— Buggy, Shanks

[fanaticsnail]

Benn Beckman: *exists*

Snail:

I could take him

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[peachy-dove]

Guys hear me out…Benn with a dad bod

JUST THINK ABOUT IT!!

[bennwazzhere]

Ok headcannon time

I feel like Benn Beckman would call his s/o "kiddo" (I don't know why I think this, but I do😭) and I also think that his s/o would call him "papa" it just seems right. That's is also why you can catch me saying "papa Beckman" when I talk about him😭

[kacievvbbbb]

Look Mihawk’s eyes definitely glow in the dark and this fact definitely threw Shanks of the first time he learned it which coincidently was during their *coughs* first time. But it’s kind of hot and he’s grown used to it now……mostly.

Because you know Mihawk is definetly the type of dude to never turn on a light ever and with his propensity for staring unblinkingly and his half hazard middle of the night sleeping habits. It’s a bit of a bit of a problem .

the years Shanks has lost of his life waking up to a floating pair of shimmering golden and ringed eyes staring at him in complete darkness he will never gain back and are best not talked out.

Also imagine if Mihawk is prone to midnight snacking (making up for all the food he doesn’t eat during the day to maintain his vampiric reputation) so many a red haired pirate have woken the ship with Shrieks having stumbled into the very dark kitchen to see a pair of otherworldly eyes completely demolishing a plate of leftovers or an entire charcuterie board staring right into their soul.

Ben and Yasopp have almost shot him multiple times(with only one of those times being on purpose) Many a crew member has solicited Shanks to get his boyfriend exorcised and the ship cleansed. In 2 years the closest Zoro ever came to cutting Mihawk was while blindly flailing his swords around in the dark trying to fend of the kitchen demon that besieged him during his midnight beer run. This will happen every night, they never talk about it. Zoro never figures out it’s Mihawk and is pretty sure the Kitchen is haunted. Won’t keep him from his midnight protein shake (he is no longer allowed beer)

Perona is the only person who is even slightly normal about this (she lived on thriller bark floating pair of eyes in the dark is child’s play) she just switches on the very bright white kitchen lights, effectively blinding Mihawk and leaving his terrible posture and he use of his precious kogatana to eat meatballs exposed to the light. She gets a cup of water turns off the light and leaves. The next day Mihawk buys her a new dress they never speak of this again.

[moscnios]

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

★ GUESS WHO! shanks + beckman ★

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

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

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

── wc. 1.6k.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you, shanks.”

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

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

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

“you, beckman.”

“atta girl.”

“this is easy. i got this.”

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

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

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

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

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

“who just made you cum, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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