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the-witch-of-one-piece · 2 years

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*pops in, half dead* hiyaa... 😭Can someone explain to me, an european without a sea, why when I drive 3hs down from Kansas to Oklahoma.. i feel gradully so much worse with the heat?!? Its been ONLY 3hs?!? (Imma be in Texas and Luisiana in few days/week.. imma die there.. i will be either a fried or boiled Levy - depending on the humidity-)

Anywayyyy back to the bussiness

Omg! One year?!?? 🤩🥳 Thats amazing! Happy anivversary! Glad to have you here on Tumblr for so long! I cant say for others, but you really inpacted my life - in all good sense - cuz your writings bring me comfort and smiles and fuzzy feelings.

Thank you for being here! ❤️

If possible.. could I request fem reader with Benn Beckman (and Shanks if its land on threesome), please? 👉👈🥺

Hello, Levy my love!!! OMG, the heat is bad this summer!!! You can cook an egg on the sidewalk 😭 Thank you, honey!! I'm so glad I was able to help you in some way, hun! Every time I get a request from you I get so excited!!! 💜 Yes I can do this for you!!! Spinning the wheel it landed on Creampie. 🙊 I hope you enjoy this babe!!!

TW: Creampie and Vaginal penetration

WC:680

Benn x Fem Reader: Filled to the rim N/SFW

You finally had him to yourself, patiently waiting for him to finish his duties around the ship before you got his full attention. But your form of patiently waiting was to taunt him as he was doing his duties to help motivate him to finish quicker. When his attention was on you, that’s all he focused on. Making sure you were going to be satisfied and possibly have some trouble walking the next day. With all the taunting you were giving this man he was pushing the urge not to fuck you in front of everyone on the ship. The way ass grazed his package, giving him a hug and when your ear was close enough you moaned his name softly. “You're so needy ______. You couldn’t even wait a few hours.” Benn spoke in a low voice. But you couldn’t hear what he was saying as your moaning was blocking out anything he was saying. All you could see was his lips moving. Benn watched your eyes go crossed eyes he enjoyed what he heard and saw he went in harder with a hand he lifted one of your legs over his shoulders. Going in deeper. Looking at him as he continued to look at the lewd expression on your face. Everything was going hazy for you, the room becoming stuffed from the panting with the both of you. Both of you are covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Cat caught your tongue.” He said as he waited for your response resting his forehead against mine.

“Mmmmmmmm~~~ Keep going babe just like that~~” you meekly spoke as he continued to pound into your cunt. As he kept the hard thrusting motion you felt his pubic bone he was stimulating your clit. Benn could feel your cunt becoming more wet with every thrust he was doing. Your hands were slippery due to the sweat produced from the both of you, you couldn’t hold onto your lover as they kept sliding down.

“ ______” he grunted a bit louder, his salt pepper hair sticking to yours and his face. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asked, knowing he was fighting back the urge just to cum inside of you knowing the repercussions of what could happen. Benn was known to pull out every single time. He didn’t care for condoms as he wants to feel you have nothing in between you both. He loved the feeling of your warm moist cunt around his cock. Enjoying the sensation of when you were close to climaxing you would choke tighter and tighter around his cock. Every time he was close he would pull out and see his warm sticky seed land on your abdomen. He could feel his stomach tensing up holding back his climax.

“Cu-cum inside me.” panting as you spoke those three words. Benn never asked you before as this was the first time. How badly you wanted to feel his cock being milked in your cunt as you both climaxed together. Every single time you were hesitant to ask him knowing if he didn’t like it it may ruin the mood.

Benn lips curled up as you heard him chuckle in a low tone. “What do you say?” he grabbed your other leg putting it over his shoulder. His when skin slapping against your throbbing cunt.

“Pretty please Benn~~~~” crying out loud. The crashing wave sensation riding over you as your climax was rushing in like a tidal wave. With one deep thrust you could feel when his load was shot into your, the warm liquid filled inside of you as he did a few pumps draining all of his seed inside your cunt. Benn could fill the cum seeping through your cunt. And he was pulling out your legs coming down as well. The ring of cum at the base of his cock ran down his shaft as he pulled his member out. Once he was full out he saw the cum oozing out with two fingers he swiped your sensitive cunt pushing the cum back inside you.

#benn beckman #op benn #beckman one piece #benn x reader #one piece #the witch of one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece x reader insert #let's play n/sfw event

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yellowistheraddest · 3 months

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kids these days dont appreciate anything...

#IM GONNA SCALP BARTOLOMEO HIS HAIR I HATE!!!!#one piece #one piece fanart #fanart #myellowart #bartolomeo #monkey d luffy #shanks #benn beckman #lucky roux #yassop #limejuice op #comic

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huyandere · 11 days

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

#one piece #buggy the clown #shanks #shuggy #red haired shanks #trafalgar law #uta #op uta #benn beckman #op

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reineydraws · 17 days

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

part 1 of this sketch dump.

#mishanks #akataka #dracule mihawk #shanks #mishanks body swap au #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #benn beckman #red haired pirates #one piece #one piece fanart #op fanart

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imasimpforshanks · 6 months

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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.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #trafalgar law #one piece fake texts #op katakuri #op mihawk #dracule mihawk #benn beckman #law x reader #mihawk x reader #benn beckman x reader #katakuri x reader

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missbeckman · 5 months

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@mahoro_ym

#benn beckman #op benn

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cipher-zoo · 1 year

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

#the only man that can beat Shanks #incorrect quotes #incorrect one piece quotes #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #benn beckman #shuggy #op-ship

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fanaticsnail · 2 months

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An Affectionate Embrace

Masterlist Here

Characters: Buggy, Mihawk, Crocodile, Shanks, Beckman (Art found on Pinterest)

Word Count: 650-900 per gentleman.

Synopsis: It was a simple reaction, an impulse you felt organic and out of your control. Their cheek was right there, and the swell in your chest and spike of adrenaline prompted you to lunge forward and capture their cheek beneath your lips. How do they react to such a soft touch? Do they shy away, or do they respond in kind?

Notes: Since completing the "Kiss Their Cheek" for both the monster and supernova trios, I had to get a little kiss on the sea-dilfs. Considering they’re a little older and more experienced (and less easy to fluster), there’s a little more depth to their reactions.

Themes: cheek kisses, feelings, unrequited love, confessions of love, no prior romantic relationship, gn!reader, pure fluff, lil bit angsty, small bit of fear, bittersweet emotions.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @cinnbar-bun @carrotsunshine

Buggy

“Captain, you’re back!” you cried with glee, eagerly rising to your feet alongside the devoted crew. Each member rushed over to greet him, cheers and enthusiastic cries of joy sprang forth from the lips and throats of your comrades in arms.

Buggy D Clown had been away for a while, wandering throughout the seas and attempting to get back to his loyal and faithful crew. You had been searching for him for weeks, and finally at the umpteenth hour, his heavy boots found the deck of the Big Top once again.

As the first member of the crew to reach him, you flung yourself into his arms and littered his face in a flurry of rapid kisses. You adored your captain. All of the crew did. Considering the massive swell and release of emotions, you could barely contain your incessant need to wrap yourself around him and continue laying into him with peppered pecks atop his cheeks, chin, forehead and stubbled jaw.

The rest of the crew joined you in your embrace, each member attempting to get as close as they could to kiss, claw, bow and nuzzle against the captain. Giggling along with them in cheer, you felt Buggy’s expression change from joy and pride into a deep and heavy frown.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Buggy’s low tone attempted to break the crew away from their embrace. None could hear his direction over their own desire to worship their captain with their lips, arms and knees. Kneeling before him and reaching up their grabby hands, uttering “we missed you,” and “we love you, captain,” repetitively, Buggy’s body began to vibrate as his rage ignited.

“That’s enough,” he tried again, the crew not responding to his commands and continuing to mumble, babble and cry for him. You hastily withdrew yourself from his arms, adjusting your clothes and turning to your crew.

“Oi, you lot! Captain said it’s enough!” you called, booming your voice to halt the crew of their incessant repetition. “Hoist the colors, unsheath the sails, weigh anchor: prepare to make waves!”

“Aye,” the crew responded, hastily snapping out of their prior hypnosis and scrambling to follow your commands. Although you were not the first-mate, you were excellent at barking orders to the unruly crew. Turning to glance at the blushed, painted face of your captain, you smiled up and him and clapped a supportive hand over his shoulder.

“It’s good to have you back, sir,” you confessed briefly, turning away to begin your duties to set sail, “Do we have a heading, Sir- Mmfmph!” Buggy’s index finger and thumb collected your chin, hoisting you closer to him as he drew his face closer to meet with yours.

Closing the gap, your captain’s lips collided with your own, his red paint smeared over your lips and cheeks as he pressed a heavy and intentional kisses against your mouth. His hand withdrew from your chin, raking his gloved hand through your hair to draw you into himself.

“S-Sorry, Doll,” he stuttered upon his withdrawal, “It’s been a little while, and I missed you too.” Your eyes held a momentary confusion, your head shaking with a broad rise in your smile.

“You gonna kiss all the crew, Captain?” you laughed joyfully and in good humor, “Am I the lucky number one to receive a kiss from you? You want me to line them up for you, Sir?”

Where you expected to find a loud outrageous cackle at your joke, akin to one that you were always greeted with when you verbally played with your captain, what you found in it’s wake was something different. Buggy’s hands sought out your hips, drawing you closer and pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

“No,” he whispered in a voice so silent you could barely hear it, “Just you.” Reactionary, you wrapped your arms around his neck and soothed over his hair and shoulders with several soothing touches. You felt his anxiety release and his tension depart from him with a shaken movement on his shoulders. The longer he remained nuzzled against you, the more he realized he never wanted to be apart from you again.

Mihawk

The cool steel of metal clashed together, a cross-shaped window crafted between your blades as you bore your eyes into his honey-hue. Mihawk had been training you in the art of the sword, desperate for you to be a well-rounded fighter. You were no swordsperson, only minimal prior skill with a blade meant for single combat.

But Mihawk, the owner of castle Kuraigana and your superior, was a determined teacher.

“This maneuver is called ‘the talking window’,” he informed you, clicking the blade against the sharpened edge of your sword. You nodded as he continued to educate you, “This is where many a swordsman may converse, or threaten their opponent with verbal intimidation.”

Humming in response, he tested the grip on your steel with a firm shove: breaking you from contact against his blade. He lunged forward with his training sword, thrusting it out and prompting you to parry the blow.

“Try again, and see if you can disarm me with a threat while in there,” his authoritative tone almost caught you off guard. “Think on your feet. I’ll grant you a single moment there to test your words. Your job is to have me stumble enough verbally to lose my momentum in combat.”

Picking up your stance, you tapped your sword against his while you allowed your mind to produce witty and original retort. Kicking up your feet and swirling in place, your blade's edge was once again drawn against Mihawk’s as he awaited your verbal disarm.

But there was something about the way he was looking at you. His eyes held encouragement with his usual abrasiveness, a combination you were yet to find in its equal. The hue of amber decorated his honey-irises with the soft swell of the uncharted and unfamiliar. Disarmed yourself by the emergence of new emotions, your body moved against your will and pressed through the window of crossed-blades.

You sprung forward, your lips immediately finding purchase against his whiskered cheek. This small act of pure instinct stunned Mihawk in his stance, his fingers loosening around the hilt of his blade and softening against your sword.

Considering the hastiness of your own actions, you withdrew as quickly as your lips found his cheek. Your own cheeks flooded with warmth, your lips tingling with the lingering glow of the kiss, as you slunk back in your stance. After a few rapid blinks, Mihawk thrust his blade against your own, easily circling his wrist to rid your grasp over the hilt of your sword and dropping it to the ground.

“I-I’m sorry, I just-,” you began, halted by Mihawk casting his own blade down beside yours and lunging forward. He closed the distance, his hands grasping at your hips and drawing your body flush against his own. Pelvises touching, lips within distance, he circled his chin as a snake would mesmerize their unwitting and unsuspecting prey.

“-If you’re going to disarm me with something as bold as a kiss,” Mihawk purred down at you, his gaze holding you hostage under its sultry hypnotism, “Then at least do it properly, for both our sakes.”

“For both our-?” your words halted in your throat as your lips became eclipsed under the soft touch of Dracule Mihawk’s lips against your own. Your eyes widened, his lips opening and molding against yours to find a kiss as deep enough - as passionate enough - to grant you the insight to all of his pent up emotions.

Brows furrowed and hands roaming, he cradled your form against himself, succumbing to the feeling of bliss against your lips as each moment flooded into the next. Finally allowing himself the luxury of opening himself up to this genre of touch, he would never let you go. You were his, and he was yours.

Crocodile

“I have set out three towels, lotions and soaps, alongside an assortment of your usual clothes should you desire them over your current ensemble,” you nodded, gesturing to the broad chest, arms and legs of the once respectable Sir Crocodile.

His hair was greasy, his eyes were sunken, and his shoulders carried a foreign weight you had not expected to find anchoring your former boss to the floor. As Sir Crocodile’s personal assistant, you were privy to witnessing every state he found himself in. All aside from this one.

He was defeated. His spirit was broken alongside the reflective gold of his left hook. The object was littered in scratches and scuff marks, his body fairing not so different under the longevity he served in Impel Down. His eyes followed your gesture, glaring at the assortment of clothes atop the vanity cabinet before floating his eyes up to meet with his reflection within the broad mirror.

Although he was yet to utter a single word to you, his silence depicted the raw emotions swelling within the heart, spirit and soul of Sir Crocodile.

He was not who he once was.

A man broken, clawing and desperate to be freed from the confines of a torturous prison - to battle and grind through the smog of battle to once again be shepherded into your awaiting embrace. His employee, his confidant, his friend - his love. A love he was yet to express due to the nature of your occupation.

He focussed on his sinking eyes, not recognising the figure glancing back at him. His body was marked with the white and black stripes of imprisonment, his mind laying heavily on the way his body was weakened under the sea stone walls, floors and shackles. He couldn’t find his former self amongst the remains of the man he saw in the silvery reflection. Each crease of his crows feet, each silvered hair on his head, each purple circle beneath his eye was a stranger glaring back at him.

“If I may, Sir,” you began, stepping forward and hovering your hands over his shoulders in the reflection. Deciding against your better judgment, you placed your hands firmly upon his shoulders, soothing over the flesh with your thumbs. You felt him sigh into your touch, but not conform, nor fully embrace, your affectionate touch.

“You are strong,” you uttered into his ear, watching his eyes for any indication of discomfort or apprehension. Finding none in its wake, you continued uttering assurances while you caressed his flesh. He sighed into your touch, leaning into each ministration your hands provided him above his prison uniform.

“You have carved your destiny out by tooth and nail, Sir,” you assured him, paying attention to the scruff of his neck: circling your hands to relieve the stress and tension from his rapidly troubled mind, “You are the man you have always been, Sir Crocodile.”

“And who am I, Rouhi?” he whispered through his exhale, lulling his head back to lean into your palms. His eyes were shut, his forehead plagued by the trials he endured at the violent hands of the marines.

You couldn’t help yourself, your heartstrings tugging and pulling you down to press your lips against his cheek. The silvery scar cutting his eyes away from his nose,jaw and lips feeling rough beneath your lips. You allowed yourself a moment to hold him beneath your lips, feeling the tension rapidly leave him the longer you pressed this affectionate expression against his skin.

“You are Sir Crocodile,” you whispered after tearing your lips away from his cheek, “You are an influential threat that can have the world fall to their knees under your power.” Glancing into his eyes, you saw the world within their purple hue. His eyes swelled beneath their heavy torment, searching your own for more than your words had spoken.

“Is that all I am?” he whispered, his heart weighing heavy in his chest as he looked up at you, “Am I nothing more?”

“You are everything to me, Sir,” you confessed, your heart feeling lighter while the adrenaline pumped to flush your cheeks with a darkening heat, “You can take from that confession what you truly desire to make from it. For now: your clothes have been pressed, your towels have been fluffed, and your home has been made ready to receive you-.”

Lips found yours, his affectionate and apprehensive touch hungrily calling for you with each passing moment. He held his lips against you as if it was the only tether holding his form to this earth, his anchor within the harbor of an unknown land of unrestrained affection. Right hand lacing into your hair, his whimpered groan departed his lips and cried lowly into your own.

He was anew. The broken man he once was no longer found purchase within his chest. Whichever destiny he carved for himself, he would have you by his side to hold him accountable and support him in claiming his fate.

Shanks

The air was light, the jovial melodies thrust into the air at the hands of skilled minstrels. You had been dancing all night with your crew, the momentum finally catching up with you as you all found your seats for a momentary reprieve.

A laugh fled your throat as you twirled your body once more as the music decrecendoed. Applauding the talent produced at the hands and lips of the musicians, you turned to face your crew: their bodies claiming each of the empty surfaces deemed appropriate for the body to recline against. No stool, chair, sofa nor benchtop remained unoccupied as the crew found their reprieve from lengthy dancing.

“Why don’t you sit on my lap, love?” your captain chuckled at you, prompting a rise in laughter among the remainder of the crew, including yourself. “I’m far more comfortable than the chairs around here, anyway.”

“How considerate of you, Captain,” you feigned your appreciation, holding your hand to your heart and drawing out each intentional step towards his lap, “Will you wrap your arms-... -pardon, sir. Arm around me as I take my rightful place atop your mighty throne?”

Always playful and light were the interactions you had with your captain. No matter the years that passed in your longevity in servitude aboard the Red-Force, the playful rapport between Shanks and yourself was something ever present.

“I will put my arm wherever you like, love,” he chuckled, his hazelnut eyes beckoning you in as you drew yourself ever closer, “I’ll keep you safe, so long as you feed me my ale and tell me I’m pretty.”

“So pretty, sir,” you laughed down at him, sinking atop his knee while caressing your hand over his cheek, “The prettiest man that ever did live.” As you cooed into his face, you leant down and pressed a lengthy and extravagant kiss atop his cheek, feigning enthusiasm with a vocal moan while smiling.

The crew burst into a large, communal laugh that resonated within the chest of your captain. The teetered chuckles died down as the men found their drinks, your hand clasping around the hilt of Shanks’ ale and elevating it to his lips.

His eyes never left you for a single moment.

Feeling small beneath his gaze, you placed his tankard down against the table and turned to face him with your brows knit into a gruff frown.

“What, Captain?” you asked him, the anxiety elevating in your chest for each moment that continued to pass between you.

“You missed, love,” he chuckled darkly. You were puzzled, searching for a moment in your servitude that you ever missed a single target - falling short in your memories. Before you had an opportunity to ask him a follow up question, you were silenced by Shanks’ right index finger raking along your jaw and collecting your chin within the hooked digit.

“If you’re going to kiss me,” his smirk carried his dangerously playful tone, “Make sure you hit the right target.” He allowed himself to dwell in that moment of teasing, feeling you slink back atop his lap while his eyes held nothing but unbridled affirmation within their hue.

“Now give us a proper kiss, love,” he uttered before dragging your head towards him, his lips meeting your own. The room uproared into a momentary chaos: cheers, hollers and whistles rose amongst the crew the longer you held your lips against Shanks’. He chuckled against your lips, turning his head and humming against your opening mouth.

“There ‘ya go,” Shanks laughed after pulling away, “Lead with that next time, love. Makes it all less confusing for the lot of us.”

But you were left more confused than the moment you kissed his cheek. Did he like you? Did he want more? Did you want more? You would need to discuss this when the both of you find yourselves in an air of sobriety, that was for certain.

Beckman

The storm scattered your face with a flurry of ice-splinters of frozen rain.The Red-Force was stampeding throughout the waves to find refuge in the eye of the storm, your task was to release the sails to have the natural wind pull you toward the calming center of the flurry.

On the last knot set to release the canvas, the sail snagged on the rope against the top-mast: prompting you to sprint towards the ropes to clamber up amongst the havoc. Your feet caught in the ropes, your heart springing to your throat as you readjusted yourself and stabilized your body within your climb.

“Careful up there!” the barked call of the first mate of the Red-Haired crew called to you over the wild and unruly wind. You could barely make out his words, let alone formulate an answer over the swell of rainfall.

Anchoring yourself amongst the ropes, you began desperately tugging at the knot to loosen. Your eyes became misted by the rapid downpour of water, your hands and fingers desperately clawing at the joint fibers of the rope to loosen. As you finally released the last loop of rope amongst the canvas, your feet slipped and your fingers barely brushed with the ropes to hold yourself steady before you began to fall.

The air was cool, the clouds above shepherded you into the lull of calm before you deduced your body would meet firmly against the deck and break your neck on impact. There was no way you would survive such a drop: no Devil-Fruit abilities to caress your fall, nor Haki present to catch you on impact.

Little did you know, the moment Benn Beckman barked his orders: he ensured his body was intentionally beneath yours to collect you in his arms should you fall. Although first mate to captain Shanks of the Red-Hair pirates, you were special to him. He needed to ensure your safety, regardless of his own orders to remain at his post.

As you fell through the air and readied your soul to flee from your body to welcome death with a warm embrace, the only embrace you felt was a warm chest, two steady and firm arms, and an angry reprimand falling from the lips of the gray-haired first mate.

“I told you to be careful!” he barked at you, his eyes wild and frantic as his brow deepened in a low frown. Your breath hitched in your throat, watching as his passionate scolding ignited behind his eyes. “You need to be careful, to be wise. I don’t care what Shanks told you to do, nor how stupid a command it is. You need to be more careful. Hitch a rope around your belt or somethin’, or between each loop to stop you from falling. I can’t lose you to something so stupid as a storm.”

You could barely comprehend his words, each syllable sounding heavenly against your ears as you appreciated each breath you were granted. You expected to die there, to fall from the ropes and have your neck snap upon impact against the deck - littering your skin with splinters from the wood and choirs serenading you into the life thereafter. In its stead, you were met with a grumpy bark and a cool reprimand that had your heart swelling and eyes misting with the rise of emotions.

Without thinking, you lunged forwards in his arms, your lips making contact against his stubbled cheek. You whimpered against his flesh, arms hooking over his neck and brows upturning in appreciation for his care for you. Your emotions spilled over: thanking whichever deity that was watching over you for the opportunity to live to not only serve this crew, but to feel the touch of Benn Beckman beneath your lips while your body remained chaperoned and cradled within his broad arms.

At a small sob escaping from your lips, Beckman’s heart softened. He cradled you against himself further, huffing out a small laugh and allowing you to remain in his arms a moment longer. He had desired this touch from you for some time, but refused to act on it due to your proximity and place amongst the crew should the relationship sour.

“A-Alright, Darlin’. Easy now,” he chuckled, feeling the small quake in your shoulders at the adjustment of your near demise, “Don’t let me get a big head.”

“You just saved my life, Benn Beckman,” you reiterated, tearing yourself away from him to stare up into his silvery eyes, “A kiss on the cheek is hardly a just reward for such a feat.” Holding his eyes against yours, the rain began to settle as the clouds departed in the eye of the storm. The sun's rays flittered down and cascaded over your bodies, the storm finally finding solace and breaking its tyrannical attack against the Red-Force.

After the storm settled, the soothing swell of waves held you in a momentary calm as your head reclined against Benn Beckman’s broad shoulder. Sitting on the damp deck, with a plush blanket wrapped around your shoulders, Beckman’s lips found your forehead as your eyes grew heavy with want and soothed within the proximity against your valiant savior.

You could not stop staring at him: this burly man with the grumpy twinkle in his eye. You would offer him the world should he ask it of you, grant him every desire his heart would swell for. You had no idea that the desire itself was you until he made that fact abundantly clear upon your wake in the morning.

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dehydration-stati0n · 2 years

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One Piece Masterlist

Monkey D Luffy

Yandere Luffy, Usopp, and Ace with a Marine!Reader

Yandere!Luffy x Reader (Platonic)

Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji Friendship HCs

Yandere!Luffy x Hemophilic!Reader

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Ice Skating {Luffy, Usopp, Chopper + Reader} (Platonic)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro, Marco, Sanji when your s/o hits you during an argument hc (Platonic)

Unsolved {Ghost!Zoro x Reader}: Part 1

Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji Friendship HCs

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Stolen Whiskey {Zoro x Reader} (Western AU)

Truce {Yandere!Zoro x Reader x Yandere!Sanji}

Nami

Ace, Nami, and Robin Friendship HCs

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Winter Night {Nami x Reader}

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Nami, Robin, and Brook Comforting a Reader Who Feels Guilty About Their Past

Usopp

Yandere Luffy, Usopp, and Ace with a Marine!Reader

Yandere!Usopp x Reader

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Ice Skating {Luffy, Usopp, Chopper + Reader} (Platonic)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Vinsmoke Sanji

Brother!Sanji x Reader (Platonic)

Sanji Aladdin AU

Zoro, Marco, Sanji when your s/o hits you during an argument hc (Platonic)

Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji Friendship HCs

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Truce {Yandere!Zoro x Reader x Yandere!Sanji}

Tony Tony Chopper

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Ice Skating {Luffy, Usopp, Chopper + Reader} (Platonic)

Nico Robin

Ace, Nami, and Robin Friendship HCs

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Nami, Robin, and Brook Comforting a Reader Who Feels Guilty About Their Past

Franky

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Brook

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Nami, Robin, and Brook Comforting a Reader Who Feels Guilty About Their Past

Jinbei

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Smoker

Christmas Dinner {Smoker x Reader}

Trafalgar Law

Yandere!Law x Reader

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Kid, Killer, and Law Friendship HCs

Eustass Kid

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Kid, Killer, and Law Friendship HCs

Killer

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Kid, Killer, and Law Friendship HCs

Jewelry Bonney

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Hawkins

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

X Drake

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Capone Bege

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Donquiote Doflamingo

Yandere!Doflamingo x Reader

Marco

Zoro, Marco, Sanji when your s/o hits you during an argument hc (platonic)

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Portgas D Ace

Yandere Luffy, Usopp, and Ace with a Marine!Reader

Ace, Nami, and Robin Friendship HCs

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Pearls {Platonic!Ace x Reader}

Thatch

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Izo

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Whitebeard

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Sabo

Classmate{Yandere!Sabo x Reader} Part 1, Part 2

Shanks

Yandere!Shanks x Reader: Part 1, Part 2

Shanks x Reader x Benn NSFW

Celebrity {Shanks x Reader}

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Cowboy Casanova {Cowboy!Shanks x Reader} (Western AU)

Benn Beckman

Benn x Reader

Shanks x Reader x Benn NSFW

Yandere!Benn Beckman HC

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Lucky Roux

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Yasopp

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Uta

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Meeting the Parent{Uta x Reader}

Gol D Rodger

Rodger x Reader (angst)

Yandere!Rodger HCs

Perona

Yandere!Perona x Reader

King

The Deal {Yandere!King x Reader}

Who's-Who

Yandere!Who's-Who x Marine!Reader

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introspectivememories · 8 months

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buggy who turns to shanks one night after they've reunited and says softly, with indecipherable look in his eyes and says, "i'm not in love with you anymore." and shanks, shocked beyond belief, heart aching with a want he didn't even know he had, with a need he hadn't even realized was there, thinks quietly to himself, i didn't know you ever were

#i mean like obv buggy is fucking lying to himself #but he hopes that if he says it to shanks' face he'll get over it #but honestly how do get over a near lifetimes worth of love #(you don't)#and shanks who didn't even know loving buggy like that was an option until buggy said smth is devastated #because of course he loves buggy. what else has been a constant in his life but buggy?#but he didn't realize that be /in/ love with buggy was an option. and shanks who has always taken buggy's words at face value #doesn't refute them. he sits in his heartbreak and tries not to mourn the loss of his love #benn and cabaji are so fucking sick of them #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #shanks #akagami no shanks #op shanks #shuggy #shanks x buggy #one piece

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shanksxbuggy · 3 months

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everything reminds me of him

#the source was taken from a steve and bucky post #one piece #op #shanks #buggy #akagami no shanks #benn beckman #one piece shanks #shuggy #red haired shanks #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks #buggyshanks #one piece incorrect #one piece shitpost

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lale-txt · 1 year

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

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

Kid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Killer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Law

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

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

hearing you mumble out his name in your sleep

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

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

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

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

Mihawk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shanks

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

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

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

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

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

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

Benn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #shanks x reader #trafalgar law x reader #mihawk x reader #benn beckman x reader #eustass kid #op killer #trafalgar law #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #benn beckman #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #one piece headcanons

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