#m. beckmann

[mon-nid]

· the volume settings folder · Belabour

[weirdlookindog]

Peter Lorre in M - Eine Stadt sucht einen Mörder (1931)

[lockes-woods]

Trick and Treat

MDNI!!!

This was originally a kinktober request, but since I got sick for the second half of October I still want to fulfill the last three (now two) requests.

Request: How about orgasm denial and overstimulation Shanks x afab reader x Beckmann for Kinktober? 🤔

Requested by: @nocturnalrorobin

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (m/f receiving), Orgasm Denial, 69 (sex position), Cock Warming, Large Cock, Fingering, Anal Probing, Hand Jobs, Light Bondage.

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A whine keened in your throat, eyes watering, as you tried to keep your breathing steady. Well as steady as anyone could with one of your partner’s cock resting deep down your throat. It was at times like these you were reminded just how proportional your over six-and-a-half-foot partners were. You bit back a moan as the vibrator pressed firmly against your clit buzzed to life. Tears of frustration took form as you were pulled closer and closer to your release, unable to seek any relief yourself. Beck had secured your arms behind you making any attempt at cumming impossible. Your tears streaked down your face as the sides of your mouth stung in a way only Beck’s cock could stretch them. Not to say that Shanks was lacking in that department, but Beck was thick.

You held your position, warming his cock, as you ascended higher and higher. You could feel your climax thrum through you, seconds away, when the buzzing abruptly stopped. He groaned at the sensation of your broken moan stimulating his cock. Your tears are now freely falling. You sniffled as he cradled your jaw in his hand. You lean into his warm touch as he thumbed away your tears.

“Fuck, doesn’t she look so pretty when she cries?” Beck asked, lightly tilting your head so that Shanks could get a better view. Shanks could only groan in response, Beck’s right hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock as he stifled another one of Shanks’s orgasms. Shanks panted in response; a heavy blush flooded his cheeks matching the irritated head of his cock. If he looked that fucked out, you could only imagine how wrecked you must look.

Shanks was bound to the chair from your vanity, stark naked with his arms also restrained behind his back. You inadvertently clenched at the sight of him. You weren’t sure how long you’d been at it, but enough time had passed that his cock was fully coated in precum. You couldn’t tell which one of you was more fucked in by your punishment.

This was far from the first-time Beck had made you warm his cock with your mouth. In his opinion, it was the perfect punishment for your smart mouth. Which to be fair was partially why you and Shanks were being punished, or at least why the punishment was so severe. Beck had made you both promise to hold off having sex until after he was done supervising the restoking of the Red Force. It shouldn’t have been an issue; you were still wiped out from the night before’s activities to wake up before he left. All you had to do was abstain until noon at the latest for him to be finished. Unfortunately, you didn’t account for how whiny Shanks would be when he woke up with a hangover.

At this point, it shouldn’t surprise you that he would use that angle, or any angle if you’re being honest, to have sex. He saw the opportunity and immediately jumped on it. You were always at your most pliable right after waking up. You were already cuddled up in his chest, head resting in the crook of his neck when he began to complain of a headache. He promised that it would be, “just the tip,” and that, “Nothing cured his headaches like an orgasm did,”. A more awake you would have turned him down in a heartbeat considering the last time you had disobeyed Beck you weren’t allowed to cum for an entire week, which with your high libido partners felt like an eternity. But with the combination of his soft words and gentle touches, you found yourself ass up, chest down as he took you from behind. He had already fucked you to the point of overstimulation as he continued to chase his own high after you had already reached your peak. If it wasn’t your moans that could easily be heard from the corridor, or the lewd sounds of Shanks’ pelvis meeting your ass, the slamming of the bed against the wall was a dead giveaway. Shanks came deep inside you as Beck slammed your shared bedroom door wide open. You probably would have been left off easy if it weren’t for your overly bratty tone when asking Beck, “The fuck you gonna do about it,” in response to him asking if you had anything to say for yourselves. Your mouth immediately shut as he stood over you both, arms crossed, with a deep-set frown. In that moment there was no question that you were fucked.

You lost count of how many orgasms had passed at this point. You had just come to terms with the fact that you wouldn’t find relief tonight when Beckman threaded his fingers through your hair and forced you to look up.

“Still doing okay angel?” he asked, checking in on you. He reached around your back and inserted a finger into your grasp as he stared down at you lovingly. You squeezed his finger once without hesitation, signaling yes.

 “Good,” he hummed, “Make me cum.”

You immediately perked up. Beck smiles down at you, looking at you with eyes full of admiration. Without missing a beat you pulled back from his pubic bone, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock as you pulled back so only the head of his cock was still resting in your mouth. Beck groaned as you maintained eye contact as you sucked on the tip of his cock, tongue tracing his urethra, before sliding down and continuing to tease the veins on the underside of his cock. He let this go on for a minute or so before tightening his grip on your hair, halting your movement.

“Baby, stop teasing and make me cum, or I’ll show you what teasing gets you.” He grunted. While his threat was vague you decided to air on the safer side as you began to bob your head, taking as much in him as possible.

“Fuck,” Beck moaned tilting his head back. You set a brutal pace before Beck took over. His grip on your hair tightened as he began to trust into your mouth. Your eyes watered as you now focus solely on your breathing. You momentarily broke eye contact to take in your other love. He was desperately whining, as Beck pumped his cock in succession with his thrusts into your mouth. Your only warning before Beck came was the slight twitch of his cock on your tongue. He was too focused on stealing another orgasm from Shanks to give a proper warning. You took in a deep breath as his seed flooded your system. Your eyes watered, lips stinging, as he held you firmly down on his cock. He slowly released his hold on you and Shanks as he fell back on his forearms.

You gasped for air as you pulled off of his now flaccid penis. You panted, resting your head on his thigh as you tried to catch your breath. Beck took a beat to recover before he began to untie Shanks’s hands. He immediately intercepted Shanks’s left hand as he went to relieve his aching pain of overstimulation without release. Beck clicked his tongue at him.

“Since you were so desperate for each other. I'll allow you to get each other off,” Beck started, Shanks immediately began to impatiently make his way over to you before Beck grabbed his upper arm and continued, “The only caveat being that whoever cums first won’t be able to cum for the rest of the day.”

“I never said we were done,” Beck said, pulling a desperate whine from Shanks’s throat. Beck ignored his whining as he slid down to the floor and began to undo the knots of your restraints. He gave your forearms a once over until he was satisfied, placing your needy form on the bed.

“Baby, go lay down on your back,” Beck ordered you.

You quickly followed his direction as you lay down in the center of the bed. You waited as patiently as you could, the only thing giving away your need was the shameless rubbing of your thighs together. Soon Shanks was ordered to crawl over you in a 69 position. Shanks nudged your thighs apart, before immediately going for your clit. You couldn’t help but moan as his fingers quickly joined in, stroking up and down your slit before breaching your pussy.

Beck as always took gentle care of you. He cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, while simultaneously checking that you were not only physically okay, but mentally as well. In what felt like a matter of seconds you found yourself back under the covers with your partners. Both you and Beck cuddled around Shanks reaping the benefits of his natural warmth. 

You got him back immediately as you deep-throated his cock. You could feel him gasp against your clit. Not missing a beat, you traced your fingertips down his length teasingly before you began to gently massage his balls in tandem with the bobbing of your head. He sucked harshly on your clit in retaliation, thrusting a second finger into your heat. You panted against his cock as you tried your hardest to not orgasm. You quickly sucked two of your fingers into your mouth as you continued to jerk him off. Once you were satisfied you traced your fingers down his cock, past his balls, and began to lightly trace over his asshole. Shanks's reaction was instantaneous as he began to grind back against your fingers. While you knew it was a dirty move, there was no way you’d be able to hold off much longer. Your efforts were almost immediately rewarded by the telltale twitch of Shank’s cock against your tongue. While this time you had more of a warning, you were still overwhelmed by Shanks’s cum. You were only able to swallow half of it, the rest splattered on your lower face and neck. At this point, you were well past the point of caring. You collapsed onto the bed. You were about to move to clean up when Shanks suddenly buried his face back into your cunt, doubling his efforts. You couldn’t help but lie there and moan as Shanks traced made-up designs on your clit while fingering you with a third finger. Before you knew it you were cumming hard on his face; your thighs squeezing his head in place. The edging causes an almost painful stimulation. After riding out your orgasm, you and Shanks collapsed becoming a mess of limbs as you both lay down motionless on your bed.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the this one-shot. I'm hoping to finish the other two kinktober one shots in the up coming weeks. I only have four request currently so I'm hopeful I'll be able to get them out before February.

[alexa-fika]

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

Seriously your work is awesome ♡♡

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

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

Dividers by @saradika

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There!” He said shooting towards the figure

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

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

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

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

“You’re just a kid…wait, you’re…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is Hawkeyes kid?!”

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

Beckmann sighs at this

“What are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yasopp laughs, watching the child make a dash at them

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

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

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

“Hmph”

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

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

“Okayyy, Uncle Shanks,”

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

“Im Papa’s kid!” The child cheers

Hongo smiles a bit, shaking his head at the sight

“I like your wings,” he tells the child

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

“Mmhm!”

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

Hongo asks with an amused smile

They gasp offended

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

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

“Let me at them, Uncle Shanks!”

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

“Hongo is our doctor, after all.”

They pout at him

Beckmann raises an eyebrow at the child

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

“They were insulting my flying!”

Beckmann sighs in amusement at the child

“He was just asking you about your wings.”

“Oh”

He smiles and ruffles the kid's hair,

“Just don’t smack the doctor.”

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

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Phantom Pain part 3

Misunderstanding

I'm still not over this AU so have a little more. Pretty heavy angst here and some drinking just for a warning. misunderstandings and Fluff near the end. Enjoy!

Masterlist

Time passes, and you learn to live like a pirate. Not that you'd been far from being one before, but Shanks expected you to work just like the rest of the crew. Which was just fine with you. There were plenty of things to do aboard the ship, and it gave you plenty of excuses to escape your soulmate when he wore your patience thin.

The night you met Shanks, the man had dubbed you a part of his crew, and you got to know your fellow crewmates. Beckmann had even given you a hearty pat on the back that had nearly sent you to the floor and welcomed you aboard. He firmly believed that you would be the key to curing his Captain's occasional melancholy moods.

Shanks couldn't get enough of you now that you lived on board the ship with him. He would come and find you still in bed asleep most mornings and pull you into a hug, kissing your hair and breathing you in as if to reassure himself that you were still there. His actions never failed to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

On the occasion when you were busy in the morning and Shanks didn't find you in your room, you would feel a spike of panic, and then he would track you down and hold you for twice as long as his usual morning greetings. You assumed that it came from some fear of you running away, and you wouldn't realize how right you were until your soul mate didn't come and find you this morning.

In your month and a half here on the ship, Shanks never failed to come and find you, so why hadn't he today? Poking your bond didn't help since the redhead had shut his side down, leaving you poking at a wall with a frown. You can count on one hand the number of times Shanks had closed off his end, so you were immediately concerned.

You stand from where you'd been dozing in the late afternoon sun. You feel bad for not finding your Captain sooner, but you hadn't slept very well last night, and Yasopp had pulled you aside for shooting practice after you'd finished with your daily chores. So it wasn't like you've had too much time today.

You find Benn not much further away from your napping spot, "Where is Shanks?" you ask him, and Benn lets you know that Shanks hasn't left his room since this morning. You nod and bid him goodbye, thankful for his help.

You don't bother knocking when you find his room, instead simply barging in and shutting the door behind you. The room is dark and you have to stop and let your eyes adjust before you can step further into the room, and your heart aches at the sight that greets you.

Shanks sits slumped in a chair, head bowed, and an almost empty bottle of rum tilting dangerously in his lap. You sigh and go to his side, nose wrinkling when you smell him. Jeez. He must have been drinking since he woke up this morning. You take the bottle and set it aside, jumping when his hand snaps out and grabs your wrist.

"M not done with that," Shanks slurs and looks at you with droopy eyes. He stares at you for a long time, and your presence must be enough to distract him that he opens his side of the bond and you get a flash of the negative storm of emotions that's going on in his head. You fight back a wince when your right arm aches fiercely.

"You are now," You tell him and break his grip to set the bottle away and out of his reach, "How long have you been drinking?"

Your answer is a slow shrug and you watch his head lull to the side, eyes blinking slowly. You huff and turn away. He definitely needs food and water to start the process of sobering him up. Your stomach turns as you think about all that bad your soulmate had locked away. You don't understand why he'd decided to drink himself into oblivion, but you get your answer in his next words.

"Why haven't you left me yet?" Shanks asks and you hear the wobble in his voice and the tears in his eyes as they meet your own, "You don't wanna be here. I feel your desire to be free. To be free of me," he sobs the last word and his head drops, lone hand clutching his face as his shoulders shake in his weeping.

You stare at him, lost for words as your heart breaks. You stumble to his side, right arm fucking throbbing when the wall breaks, and you feel everything that has been building up over the day. Tears fill your eyes and you fall into the redhead, hands curling into his hair and yanking him down and into your chest. You bury your face in his hair and let him cry. His left arm curls around your waist and holds you close as if on instinct.

How could this stunning man ever think that you wanted to be free of him? Red-Haired Shanks has been patient, surprisingly giving you the time you needed to come around to being in a relationship with him after all your years of running. You had no reason to leave, to run away from your soul mate, and it broke you to see such a happy, joyful man succumb to his darkest thoughts. How long had he been hiding this from you?

A sudden realization caused you to stall. You pulled away enough to stare down at him, "Shanks," You say, trying to grab his attention.

No, No. Why was she pulling away? Wait-my name? His vision is swimmy, but he can still make out your beautiful features. A whine breaks out of his throat as he stares at you, arm clutching tight around your waist," I don't deserve you," he says, voice rough from crying and drinking, "But I can't let you go."

He sees your lips move, but he can't hear you. Everything is sideways and Shanks knows that he has drank too much, that you will probably be upset with him over it. And shit. That thought brings in a new fresh wave of tears that threaten to spill over.

"Shanks," You say a little louder this time and his arm tightens again, causing you to grunt at the sudden death grip. Well. since he wasn't listening, you would have to try something a little more hands-on.

Shanks is so far in his own head that he doesn't notice you say his name or the way your grip on his hair changes. He doesn't feel you steady his head or you lean in until your lips are sealing over his in a kiss. It's a simple press of the lips, just a sweet push and pull, and full of inexperience. But to Shanks? It is the greatest thing in the world.

The captain groans, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, tongue peeking out to stroke against your lip for just a second before you pull away. You rest your brow against his, one hand leaving his shaggy hair to rest on his cheek and stroke the three scars going down his face, "You listening to me now, Shanks?" you ask him, breathing lost to you even after such a soft kiss.

Shanks stares, and finally, his bearings seem to have straightened when he nods, "Yeah, I'm listening," he grunts and squeezes his eyes shut to righten his swimmy vision, and when he opens them, it is to You, sitting on his lap with one hand in his sweaty hair and the other touching the scars on his face.

You search his face, swallowing as nerves suddenly swarm you, "I think... that there has been a misunderstanding here," You begin and pet his hair away from his face.

Shanks furrows his brow at you, confused, and that's when he feels it. Shame and embarrassment on your side on the bond. It has him frowning and opening his mouth to reassure you, but you beat him to it.

"I don't want to leave you. I want to stay here, with you, Shanks," You say and he watches your cheeks heat up, but you plow ahead, "And I am so, so sorry for making you think I want to run away and leave, but Shanks," your hand leaves his hair so that you can cup his face and stare down at him with all the seriousness in the world, "Sometimes you can be a little overbearing, and I need my space."

Relief suddenly floods the bond and Shanks yanks you down and into a hug. Space? he could do space. All this time he had though that you had wanted to leave him, hop on the closest ship, and sail as far away from him as you could. The redhead sniffles a little and pulls away so that you aren't suffocating in his shift anymore. He blushes when he sees your face and his own embarrassment tangles with yours, "'M sorry, Baby. Guess I overreacted, huh?"

You surprise him by shaking your head and giving Shanks, your wonderful, stupid, soul mate a smile so bright he could live without the sun. You lean in and kiss him again, just a peck on the lips that leaves him wanting more, "It's okay to be upset. Let's talk next time. There was an article in the paper that said communication was key to a healthy relationship." you rattle off and Shanks didn't know if he could love you any less at that moment.

That realization makes him pause, but for once, Shanks keeps his big mouth shut and leans in to kiss his soul mate. The two of them had a lot of learning to do it seemed.

[rayraelleaizawa]

Shanks and Benn help you with Insecurities (chubby reader)

TW: insecurities, comfort, slight angst kinda, description of nudity

Characters: Shanks and Benn Beckmann

You always had struggles with your appearance. Almost all the women you met were thin, had a small waist, big boobs and a nice ass. But you? You had thick thighs, a bigger stomach, you simply had more weight than others. At first you didn't know that it was a challenge to not look like all those beautifull women out there. But then you noticed, that shopping for clothes was different for you. The stares of others were different on you. How they acted towards you was different. You grew up and realized, that you werent as much worth as people who were beautiful. Otherwise they wouldnt make fun of you, right? Otherwise they would accept you and treat you kindly, and not leave you out of everything. Right?

You tried a lot to lose weight and to become one of those beautful girls, but no matter how hard you tried or how less you ate you just couldnt seem to make it.

At some point you just accepted that you'll never have what others have. You left the island you were born on and started sailing around. You didnt want to wait for someone to do that with you when it was clear that no one would come.

But your world changed one day when you walked into a bar full of loudly yelling and laughing men. It was raining quite heavy so you couldnt avoid all those people like you usually would. You quietly walked up to the bar counter and ordered something to drink and eat. The men in your back were laughing and playing cards, and you tried to shut those thoughts down who told you that they were now also laughing about you.

A few seats next to you sat a tall man with red hair, also eating something. You looked at him and he looked at you and smiled. An honest smile. And that smile should change your whole world.

Two years later you were now the captains and the vice captains girlfriend, the crew loved and respected you and you loved and respected them. Benn and Shanks didnt let you go again after Shanks saw you in that bar, he knew you were special. You were always gratefull towards them both for giving you a family, to give you love. They helped you out of the dark hole you were in, helped you to see yourself in a better light.

The whole crew helped you to accept yourself. To love yourself. And you will always be grateful for that.

But it was still hard sometimes, those thoughts sometimes came back and then you were feeling bad and insecure about yourself.

Your two lovers noticed that of course, they always did. The whole crew noticed it. You were covering yourself more, eating less, smiling less, didnt want to go out, didnt want to go shopping, you mostly spent time in the quarters you shared with your lovers.

You were eyeing yourself in the mirror, gripping at the skin and picking around, tracing the lines on your stomach were the skin had ripped. You had tears running down your face as you just couldnt understand how those people could love you when you were such a pain in the eyes.

Suddenly you heard the door opening and Shanks and Benn walking inside, talking quietly cause they thought you'd be asleep by now. You held your breath as you didnt dare to move in the bathroom, and just hoped they wouldnt try to open the locked door and see you like that. They had an officer meeting and you said you were tired and wanted to go to sleep earlier, so you left and thought you had enough time for yourself to cry about what those ugly thoughts in your mind told you. Well, apparently you were wrong.

You waited for them to hopefully just go to sleep, but your hopefull thinking was cut short when someone tried to open the bathroom door.

"Darling, are you inside there?"

You heard Shanks call out to you. You shakily answered "Y-Yeah I-I'll be out-t in a m-minute!" as you looked around for something to cover yourself. You couldnt let them see your naked body. You realiced you had left your clothes outside and there were no towels left in the bathroom.

Benn and Shanks heard you rummaging through the bathroom and their worry increased by the second.

"Sweetheart, open the door, please"

Benn spoke carefully. You started to panic as you couldnt find anything to cover up, and this big mirror just kept on showing you every flaw you thought your body had and your mind just repeated those hatefull thoughts that they would leave you if they saw you like this. That you would be all alone and unloved again. Tears spilled down your face as you tried to make an excuse on why it took you so long, but in the end you just sat there and tried to muffle your cries.

Your two lovers on the outside of the door of course heard you and tried to get the door open. They succeeded after some time, but you were too far in your head to notice it. You were crying, and shaking, and your head was burried in your knees and your hands shielded your head as you just wished you wouldnt be there anymore.

Shanks and Benn immediatelly were by your side, trying to get you to look at them, asking what was wrong and trying to calm you down.

After some time you told them what was wrong, they had a suspicion that it was this topic bothering you again. Benn pressed you against his chest as you told them every cruel thought in your mind, your hands still trying to cover yourself up.

When you calmed down again, Benn picked you up and carried you to the bed. Shanks laid down on it, and Benn laid you in between Shanks legs so that you sat in between them, your upper body leaning against his torso. Then Benn sat down at your legs.

"Buttercup you're the most beautful woman in this world to us"

he spoke.

"And we will show you that every time you need to see it, pumpkin"

Shanks ended the sentence. And with that, Benn and Shanks started to kiss every inch of your body. It didnt matter how you protested and writhed underneath them, they kissed you everywhere. Your head, shoulders, face, breasts, stomache, thighs, feet, toes, between your legs, your back, everwhere. They didnt leave out an inch and smothered you with affection.

When they were finished, you were panting and writhing in between their both holds.

"Please talk to us when those bad thoughts come again. There is nothing wrong with seeking out help. We love you. You'll never be alone again, okay little dove?"

Shanks spoke as he caressed your stomach and Benn pressed a kiss on your cheek.

"You are beautifull just the way you are, and we love you just the way you are. We love you. You and only you. Got that, little firestorm?"

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GETTING BRUISED F

Shanks

NIGHT TALKS M/F/GN

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

ANGERED F

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS M

Benn Beckmann

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

ARGUMENT GN/F/M

Yasopp

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

Lucky Roux

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

Charlotte Katakuri

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/GN/F

STRONG WIFE F

THE SAME FACE GN/F/M

UNKNOWINGLY A PROTECTOR GN/F/M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

STARING GN/F/M

PIANIST F

SHE'S NOT SO WEAK F

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

DRY HUMPING GN/F/M

A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M

BEGGING F

STEAMY TIME M

Smoker

S/O CAN BE ANGRY GN/F/M

SICK S/O GN/F/M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

PIANIST F

A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M

Tashigi

S/O CAN BE ANGRY GN/F/M

SICK S/O GN/F/M

Vinsmoke Yonji

PURE FILTH F/GN/M

Sir Crocodile

LAUGHS AND FIGHTS M/GN/F

Usopp

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

Trafalgar D. Water Law

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

LIKE A PUPPET F

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

Kuzan Aokiji

COMFORT MAN F

Donquixote Doflamingo

DOFLAMINGO X VIRGIN M!READER M

LIKE A PUPPET F

Dracule Mihawk

FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS M

Kumadori

NSFW ALPHABET FOR KUMADORI GN/F/M

[hundsrose]

URGENT CALL FOR HELP!! DEADLINE JANUARY 6TH 2025!!

Ive been in touch with Prosper from Kakuma refugee camp for some time now and today she told me a really horrid story about her friend Jordan being imprisoned:

On December 29th 2024 Jordan, a trans woman and also a resident of the Kakuma refugee camp, was arrested by the Ugandan police after traveling to Nakawa, Kampala to visit a friend of hers while meeting at a bar. The cause of her arrest is excused by the discriminatory Anti-Homosexuality act that the Parliament of Uganda upholds against it`s citizens and which makes it possible for police to persecute and surpress many queer people just like Jordan.

The police now demands 550$ by January 6th 2025 for not officially letting the case go to court, which could, because of Ugandas unclear and arbitrarily pre-emulated legal definitions, mean an even longer and undefined prison sentence for Jordan.

Jordans only crime was to live and exist as a trans woman. That is not acceptable and exactly why we need your help to fight for her freedom and justice right now!

There`s sadly not a lot of time left until January 6th so it would mean a lot to Prosper and me if you could donate, if possible, and share this campaign around your friends and family.

Thank you so much in advance already!

[the1920sinpictures]

1923 “Dancing Bar in Baden Baden” by M. Beckmann. From Art Deco, Art Nouveau & 20th Century Decoratif Arts Group, FB.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR CHILDREN ARE?

PIC INFO: Spotlight on the final moments of little Elsie Beckmann (though she didn't know this yet), from the critically-acclaimed 1931 crime film/thriller "M" (1931), directed by Fritz Lang. Written by Thea von Harbou and Fritz Lang.

Cinematography by Fritz Arno Wagner.

"We're doing our job because we have a living to make. But this monster has no right to live. He must disappear. He must be exterminated, without pity… without scruples."

-- DER SCHRÄNKER (The Safecracker), Played by Gustaf Gründgens (1899-1963)

Source: www2.bfi.org.uk/news-opinion/news-bfi/features/fritz-langs-m-blueprint-serial-killer-movie.

[digitalandy]

St. Louis Art Museum, St. Louis

A great museum in the middle of the large and nice Forest Park. The impressive building hosting the museum has different parts ranging from the old halls to the modern ones where more modern and contemporary art is hosted.

The collection is very large and goes from ancient art to impressionim and up to contemporary art. A great example of the latter is Anselm Kiefer beautiful composition that mixes old and more recent element of Jewish story. From the old books, physically represented, to the night of the crystals with a broad broken glass in the ground. The artwork is really large and impressive, properly located in one of the largest halls.

The impressionist collection includes five Van Gogh, Renoir, Sisley and many other. The museum has also one of the largest, if not the largest, collection of German expressionists. Specifically, a large number of Max Beckmann paintings is exposed in a huge hall. The artist lived in the city fir a while.

Also m, the collection has a few Picasso, Morandi, Giacometti plus a large American art section.

The place is really well managed and maintained making it a real pleasure to visit.

[lmccullaghinternshipeportfolio]

Entry 2 - Finding my feet in the Internship, Completing Initial tasks.

Beckmann & Ehmke (2023) state that internships are an important learning opportunity. I agree with this strongly. Through my internship I was able to expand my knowledge of camera equipment I had picked up through hobby photography and extend my knowledge of the adobe suit which will be transferrable to other workplaces.

Hull & Romney (2021) contend that “many local sports broadcasters, while enjoying it, are still having a difficult time in their first few years on the job.”

I found this statement could not be further from my experience at the Colac Herald. I thoroughly enjoyed my internship, and found tasks were introduced to me at a level where I could learn as I went. While there wasn’t any formal training, I could listen in on other journalists and see how they went about talking to people for stories. And given my investment and knowledge of the area and community, quite often I knew what the stories were and who to talk to already.

The tasks I struggled with most, especially early on, were police briefs and political stories. However, one of our lead journalists at the time, Greta Lannen, taught me how to structure the stories and which questions to ask.

After a couple of weeks, I was eventually able to carry out these tasks on my own, which resulted in my first ever front-page article – it was an article on social housing and the impact of the Commonwealth Games cancellation.

Above are some examples of front-page pictures and stories I wrote/took.

We underwent a fair bit of change in staff during my time at the Colac Herald. One of which being our photographer leaving.

This saw everyone in the office having to take stories for their own stories, but given I had experience with camera equipment, and was quite often willing to duck out of the office. I became the Colac Herald’s photographer for a bit.

I thoroughly enjoyed taking photos for the paper, and I think again it proved my willingness to adapt to whatever role was required.  

Beckmann, T., & Ehmke, T. (2023). Remote internships: The experiences of pre-service teachers during the COVID-19 pandemic. Cogent Education, 10(2)https://doi.org/10.1080/2331186X.2023.2260679

Hull, K., & Romney, M. (2021). Welcome to the Big Leagues: Exploring Rookie Sports Broadcasters' Adjustment to New Careers. Journalism and Mass Communication Educator, 76(2), 135-155. https://doi.org/10.1177/1077695820933888

[weirdlookindog]

M - Eine Stadt sucht einen Mörder (1931)

[alexa-fika]

Benn Beckmann

Cocktails (Shanks x reader x Benn Beckman)

Sleeping Techniques (Shanks x child!reader x Beckman)

Pest Problems ( Shanks x Mouse!reader x Benn Beckmann)

Tiny Stowaway (Shanks x gn!Borrower!reader x Benn Beckmann

Shanks (For young!shanks check my Roger Pirates masterlist)

Cocktails (Shanks x reader x Benn Beckman)

Lasting Memories ( Shanks x child!reader)

Pest Problems ( Shanks x Mouse!reader x Benn Beckmann)

Sickly Cuddles ( ASL x sick!sister!reader x Shanks)

Sleeping Techniques (Shanks x child!reader x Beckman)

Puppy Love ( Shanks x child!reader x Whitebward pirates)

Phantom pain (Shanks x gn!sibling!reader)

Tiny Stowaway (Shanks x gn!borrower!reader x Benn Beckmann)

Devourer of Ships (Shanks x gn!reader)

Puppy Escapes (Shanks x gn!reader x Whitebeard pirates)

Unrooted ( Shanks x tenn!reader)

Crew

Lost Birds ( Red Haired Pirates x Dracule!child!reader)

Take off (Red haired pirates x m!child!reader)

Burning Protection ( Red haired pirates x gn!reader)

Beckup (Red haired pirates x child!reader)

Coat Stealer (Kidd pirates, Red-haired pirates)

[universallyarbiterinternet]

Single-Schallplatte vom Mai 1961. Peter Igelhoff serviert seine schönsten Melodien (Jörg Maria Berg, Friedel Hensch und die Cyprys, Bibi Johns, Willy Hofmann). Label: Polydor - 21 320 EPH mono (A037 / 015 S)

Einleitung, Potpourri • Orchester

Bon soir, Moderato-Fox (Peter Igelhoff, Heino Gaze) • Jörg Maria Berg

Ach, du liebe Zeit, Foxtrot (Peter Igelhoff, Günther Schwenn, Freyberg /Michael Freytag/) • Friedel Hensch und die Cyprys

Stellen Sie sich vor, ich bin ein wilder Räuber, Comedy-Fox (Peter Igelhoff, Albert Bachrich /Komponist/, Erich Meder) • Peter Igelhoff

Der Onkel Doktor hat gesagt, ich darf nicht küssen, Foxtrot (Peter Igelhoff, Klaus S. Richter) • Bibi Johns

Die Nacht, die Musik und dein Mund, Foxtrot (Peter Igelhoff, Hans Fritz Beckmann) • Jörg Maria Berg

O Mister Swoboda, Comedy-Polka (Peter Igelhoff, Erich Meder) • Willy Hofmann

Fips, der Pfeifer, Foxtrot (Peter Igelhoff, Peter Holm) • Friedel Hensch und die Cyprys

In meiner Badewanne bin ich Kapitän, Foxtrot (K: Otto Berco /Otto Berkowitz/, T: Wilhelm Krug, Luigi Bernauer /Ludwig Bernhuber/) • Peter Igelhoff

Wann wirst du wieder bei mir sein?, längs. Foxtrot (M: Peter Igelhoff, Adolf Steimel, T: Helmut Käutner, Aldo von Pinelli) • Bibi Johns

Allerhand, allerhand, Foxtrot (Peter Igelhoff, André Hoff  /Kurt Feltz/) • Jörg Maria Berg

Donaudampfschiffahrtsgesellschaftskapitän, Cha-Cha (Charles Loubé /Karl Holoubek/,  Erich Meder) • Willy Hofmann

Wir machen Musik, Foxtrot (M: Peter Igelhoff, Adolf Steimel, T: Helmut Käutner, Aldo von Pinelli) • Friedel Hensch und die Cyprys

[malaga-munich2023]

Tag 15: Von Estacion Valdecebro nach Gilet

Montag, 8. Mai 2023

Wieder eine ruhige, aber sehr kalte Nacht in den Bergen auf ca. 1.200 m Höhe. So bleiben wir im Zelt liegen, bis gegen 8 Uhr die Sonne darauf scheint.

Noch ein paar Kilometer geht es bis zum Scheitelpunkt der Strecke bergauf, dann aber 1.000 m bergab. Die Ingenieure der Bahnstrecke mussten diese in weiten Schleifen planen, damit die zu bewältigende Höhendifferenz bei moderater Steigung möglich ist. Ideal für alte Dampfloks und muskelbetriebene Fahrräder. Die Strecke ist super schön und die Aussicht auf die wechselnden Landschaften macht Laune. Über Viadukte, durch Tunnels und Bergeinschnitte brausen wir Richtung Küste.

Einzig der meist schlechte Fahrbahnbelag trübt das Vergnügen. Die Bebauung wird dichter und die Äcker werden durch Obstplantagen abgelöst.

Drei unabhängige Radwanderpärchen kommen uns entgegen.

Um 19 Uhr kommen wir nach 129 km zu unserem Campingplatz, wo wir allerdings wegen Wassermangel (!) abgewiesen werden. Wir buchen daher ein Zimmer im nächstgelegenen Hotel, eine Art Ferienanlage mit stillgelegten Attraktionen, z.B. einer großen Wasserrutsche. Noch weitere 8 km fahren wir meist bergab.

Das Abendessen ist schlicht, aber schmackhaft und günstig.

Heute vor zwei Jahren sind wir zu unserer ersten großen Radtour zum Nordkap aufgebrochen.