#benny miller fanfic

[flightlessangelwings]

A kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips

Benny Miller x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 663

Warnings- friends to lovers, mutual pining, hint of spice

Notes- Written for my 4k follower drabble event requested by anon! Thank you so much for the request I think this is one of my personal favs of the event!! Taglists are closed. To stay up to date on when I post, follow my update blog and turn on post notifs @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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“Nice shot babe!” Benny’s encouraging voice made your heart flutter as he playfully bumped your hip with his.

You chuckled nervously to hide the way your hand trembled under his piercing gaze, “Thanks, Ben,” you mumbled as you fiddled with your poolstick.

Nights out like this were wonderful and relaxing, but also nerve wracking. You loved nothing more than when you got together with all the guys and you could just forget about the world around you for a few hours. They all made you feel welcome in their group right away, and you felt comfortable around them. Santiago, Frankie and the Miller brothers quickly became your best friends.

But there was one of them you thought of as more than just friends. And Benny’s flirtatious nature didn’t help the growing feelings you harbored for him. From the moment you met, you were captivated by him; Benny’s charming smile, his infectious laugh, his soft eyes, his kind nature made you a goner before you even had a chance. 

But you two were just friends… There was no way he felt the same about you. 

At least, that’s what you told yourself. It made it hard at times though whenever he would wrap his arm around you or gently nudge your chin or give you a subtle wink. You convinced yourself that was just how he was, though, and it didn’t mean anything with you. Especially when you knew about the nights he went home with someone else… 

“Hey…” Benny’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, “You still with me here, babe?” he asked with a puzzled look in his eyes, “I need your help to kick Pope and Fish’s ass and win this pool game!” 

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, “I’m still here,” you found your voice as you steadied yourself on your feet next to your partner, “Let’s win this thing, Benny!”

“Alright that’s what I want to hear!” Benny cheered as he kissed you softly on the cheek in the heat of the moment. 

Both of you froze.

“Ben…” you whispered as your fingers grazed the skin of your face and you felt like you were on fire.

Benny’s gaze turned serious as the world melted away around him and only you were in focus. His hand landed on the side of your face as his eyes dropped down to your lips for just a moment, “Is this ok… baby?” he asked in a tone you had never heard before.

“Yes,” you breathed without hesitation.

Benny’s face lit up and before you knew it, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer as he pressed his lips against yours. You immediately melted into his embrace and parted your lips for him. Sparks flew between you as months of repressed feelings exploded to the surface. It all felt like a whirlwind: one moment you were just playing pool with Benny, the next moment you were living a romance fantasy.

Cheers from the other end of the pool table brought the moment crashing down as quickly as it started, however, and you and Benny broke away to find Santi, Frankie and Will cheering for the two of you.

“Fucking finally!” Santi jeered.

“We were wondering how long it was going to take you two idiots to realize you liked each other,” Will added.

A wave of heat pulsed through your veins and you felt even more embarrassed than before. 

“Fuck off, you guys,” Benny snipped at them, “We were just taking our time that’s all.”

“Yeah, ok,” Frankie rolled his eyes with a smile, “Now can we get back to the game or are we going to have to watch you two suck each other’s faces the rest of the night?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Benny bantered back at his friends, “Just one more kiss,” he said before he leaned in and kissed you again before he murmured in your ear, “If they think this is bad, just wait til I get you home…”

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[giowritess]

fortnight | masterlist.

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pairing | Benny Miller x female!reader [Grace Stratford] summary | you somehow end up pretending to be Benny's girlfriend for two whole weeks. is your heart going to survive that? probably not. warnings | swearing, smut, fluff, angst, two idiots who love each other but refuse to say a thing, fake dating. yn is rarely mentioned. word count | 4k author's note | on-going mini series. smut is marked with a ♡. do not copy or translate my work. main masterlist

fortnight

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

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[reveluving]

i got you, you got me ; benny miller x reader

summary: you love Benny; he loves you, and he’ll make sure you remember, even if it means taking you in the changing room.

warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), a teeny bit of angst & a whole lot of fluff!

a/n: omg what another ‘formal’ fic in the same month whaaat? and a filthy one WITH plot (somewhat), no less??? crazy!! but no, thank you so much, dear anon! (also a cont. to this piece!) so I really hope you guys enjoy it, I know I did! love y’all!! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading another triple frontier fic? check out the m.list!

» smut includes; possessive dom hubby!benny, ‘angel’ as a pet name, size kink, dirty talk i.e. + about exhibitionism & voyeurism (it doesn’t happen tho!), nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v)

'I love you more than you can imagine.' ;

His eyes never left yours when he locked the door, loosening the gauze wrapped around his left knuckle with his teeth and letting it drop to the floor. He then beckoned you with the same hand. 

“Come here,” You placed your hand on his. He raised them to his lips, kissing the back of them before yanking you to his chest. Nuzzling his face in your hair, he murmured, “Can I take you here, angel?”

His other hand slid up your back, the shivers that ran up your spine followed his touch before he gently pulled your head back. 

“Can I fuck my pretty lil’ wife while those boys out there can only listen to just how good I make you feel?”

His voice was dripping with lust, but his hands stayed put. He wouldn't dare to continue against your will. Both of you were open to experimenting, and though your husband sometimes thinks with his dick and sees them as a challenge, the second you tell him that you're uncomfortable, he'll stop himself faster than a sucker punch. 

He had a knack for disrespecting others, but he'll never let one of them be you. 

"Please," You whimpered, granting him the verbal permission he was looking for, as he always does. Hearing your desperation for him, he muttered a 'fuck' and turned you around, pressing his lips to your neck. He took the time to cover the space between your jaw and shoulder with kisses and licks while unwrapping the other gauze. He threw the fabric to the side and squeezed your breasts through the layers of clothes. Your head fell backwards, encouraging him to leave more hickeys to his satisfaction. He pulled away for a moment, removing your shirt hastily and pulling the cups of your bra over your breasts. 

Your breathing grew heavier as he fondled your mounds, yelping as he latched his lips back onto your neck, leaving hickeys after every suck. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, watching himself ravenously tug on your nipples with both hands. 

“These beautiful tits,” He rasped, only to end his own sentence with a groan as the image of him sucking on sensitive bud flashed before his very eyes. His mouth watered at the thought of it, though his hands would have to do for now as his patience ran thin. One of his hands moved downwards, teasing your ribs and tummy before slipping them under your pants, brushing the pads of his callused fingers over your sopping lips, “Ooh, there it is.” 

You couldn’t do anything but held onto his hands. They were prominently smaller than his own—rougher and possibly deadly as they caressed and roused you in ways you couldn’t even describe. He had no problem taking your pants off, especially after catching a glimpse of your lace panties; his favourite pair.

“So wet,” He purred, daring you to break eye contact before mirroring the way your lips fell open as he teased his middle finger through your folds, though barely sinking inside you, “Come here.” 

Pulling you to the right end of a bench, he sat you down with him behind you. He forced your legs open, running his large hand up and down your thigh. 

Anywhere but the one place you needed him most.

Despite your whines, he didn't relent, not even when the bench began to glisten from your arousal. He tutted at the sight, though he was anything but displeased. 

"What would the boys say if they saw us this way, hm?" The grip on your inner thigh tightened by a fraction, "Seeing ‘lil’ ol’ Benny’ all big and strong, now playing with the Siren’s pretty pussy?" 

You knew he wasn’t talking about his brother or his friends. 

Being less buff nor serious in his days in the armed forces, he was prone to the jibes of his old squad. Calling him Benny in a patronizing manner rather than the call sign (which even he doesn’t remember anymore) he was assigned with as a sad way to dampen his spirit. 

The other reason he was given shit all those years ago was for his rumoured adoration for none other than you—Siren.

Many failed to see his potential, but unlike them, you weren’t of them. 

And from then on, he knew you were the one.

You could care less about their thoughts, and so could he, not when he had you in his arms, exquisitely vulnerable for him and him only. 

“Should I just tear these off,” He wondered aloud, pulling the waistband before letting it snap back against your skin with a ‘snap!’. Hearing you yelp, he cooed, “Or should I just move them to the side like this and…”

He pushed the fabric to the side, splitting the juices connected to the lace and pushing his middle finger inside you, exhaling slowly at the squelching. You needed more, though, and ever the attentive husband, he voiced it out for you.

“You can take more, can you?” You could only let him know with a meek ‘uh huh’, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck and occasionally running your nails over his scalp. He did as you wanted, putting his index finger in before easing in a third. He fingered you the way he’d fuck you with his cock, entranced by the sight of your walls clenching around him desperately. Soon, the sheer need for him clouded your worries, your voice now at a higher pitch.

"I love you, angel," He murmured against you, taking a moment to appreciate the moment—to appreciate you, before losing himself in the pleasure as he stood up a bit to take his boxers off, stroking himself languidly, "I love you more than you can imagine." 

"I do, too. I love you," You panted, placing your hand on his cheek for a kiss. Heated and needy, he pulled away first in favour of a taste of your juices on his fingers before he lay back onto the bench, holding you carefully and caging you to his chest.

He spread your legs open, teasingly running his cock over your pussy lips before easing himself in, exhaling with a rumble in his throat. He was only halfway in and already throbbing, barely able to control himself as he waited for your signal. It didn’t take long, though, as you began pushing yourself into him, and just like that, he plunged himself into you.

He gripped your thighs, pulling himself out till the very tip of him was left before slamming back in. He repeated, hearing your cry out every time before it turned into continuous wails as he picked up the pace. 

"All those wins," He kissed your neck, "All those knockouts," He kissed your jaw before whispering in your ear, "I do it all for you." 

He planted his feet on the floor, thrusting up into you mercilessly. You briefly thanked Benny’s training for his endurance as you felt the burn in your thighs, plus the way he dug his fingers into your skin. Benny's eyes were closed shut, imaging your slick that was beginning to trickle down his thighs.  

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, your voice alternating between squeaks and screams, plus the obscene sounds of your hips slapping as it echoed in the changing room. 

“Bet they’re wishing for you to say their names right now. All they want is to have you but they’ll never get to,” His hips stilled for a moment, wanting to hear you say it, “You know why, don't you?"

You nodded profusely.

"Because I'm yours,” He hummed, resuming his thrusts at a slower pace, as though it wasn’t enough of an answer, “I’m yours… and yours alone…!" 

"There you go," And just like that, he became animalistic; slamming you down onto his cock like the pretty little ragdoll that you were. With your walls fluttering around him, you gasped out before shaking in his arms as your orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t stop, however, fucking through your high and chasing his own release before ending with a final buck of his hips. Using his strength, he clung to you, letting your body jerk as his cum shot deep inside you.

You tried to catch your breath, with Benny in no rush as he, too, needed a bit of time, feeling himself twitch.

Seconds passed, and you tried to move a little, slightly dizzy at the position you were in. 

"Hang on," He tapped you on the knee, taking a deep breath before pulling out slowly, your mewls just barely over his soft huff. He maneuvered you to a position similar to when he first sat you down on the bench. One of his arms remained around your stomach, stopping you from slumping to the side. 

Both of you watched as his cum began to dribble out of you.

"Fuck," He chuckled, prompting you to follow as his heaving chest caused you to bounce a little. Your laughs only grew as he planted kisses across your shoulder blades, exaggerating the sounds of his smooches. The best you could do was to squirm in his arms, unable to move from both his arms and your shaky legs. Eventually, he stopped, laying his head back on the bench to ease the kink in his neck and asked, "You okay?" 

"Mhm," You interlaced your fingers through his, "I've never felt better." 

"Good," He replied, wanting nothing more than to continue hugging you like his own personal teddy bear, "That's good." 

The two of you stayed like that, content to be in each other's arms even for just a moment. 

But it was only in character of him to tell you the first thing that came to his mind. 

"Wanna get waffles?" He piped up, "I'm thinking Pop's."

"Pop's?" You glanced at the clock, "Benny, it's getting pretty late."

Not that you had anything against the diner, and then again, breakfast for dinner sounded pretty good.

"And? C'mon, you told me you were craving waffles the other day. Pop's doesn't close until another, what, three hours? And you haven't had dinner either." He then begged, "Please?" 

You huffed in amusement as he dragged his plea, You were also slightly touched that he brought up your cravings. You didn't think he'd remember that. 

"Whatever you want, handsome," You felt him smile against you, though he remained silent after, "Benny?" 

"Hm?" 

"Are you okay?" 

He paused for a moment—why wouldn't he be okay? He's flourishing in his career, albeit a smaller one. He has been doing better since he finished his time in the Special Forces and now, he's happily married to his best friend. 

He wouldn't want to have it any other way.

"Never been better." He sighed in relief, sounding content before raising his head, "C'mon." He moved off the bench, helping you move your legs to one side before sliding his arms under your knees. Your arms encircled his neck, only to be caught by surprise as he gave you a gentle peck on the nose. 

The two of you shared a moment of laughter before he carried you to the showers, committed to taking care of you now that he doesn't have to worry about another match until later on. 

Not that he wouldn't if he did have one though, he's just extra determined, now that he gets to have you all to himself.

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» a/n: I just thought about whether or not public changing rooms can be locked so um. Let's just say for this piece's sake, it can be locked okay <3

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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[growup-thatbeautiful]

I love all your fics!!!! I wondering if I could please request imagine (Triple Frontier) Ben Miller x shy girlfriend reader and both your infant son is mommy boy. Pretty adorable like every single day walking around the building, waiting for Ben or after the MMA fights, being both his good luck charms 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

A/n: you’re a genius, lovely! this is post-canon so i don’t have to deal with tom :) also, i spent so much time choosing the gif because i kept getting distracted about how pretty they are (the tf boys and the gifs)

Warnings: none :) reader has a kid, so if that’s not your thing don’t read!

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Good Luck Charm

The brick wall of the gym hallway is cool against your shoulder from where you’re leaning against it. The smell of clean linoleum and the hum of the fluorescents above you provide a timeless cocoon for the sleeping bundle in your arms to nuzzle in closer to your chest.

“Good morning, Jules,” you coo softly when the bundle opens his eyes. “Have a good nap?” You get a bleary-eyed stare in response. Julian, named after Benny’s mom Julia, slowly blinks at you before spitting out his pacifier, spit following behind.

“Baby, why’d you do that?” you ask him. “You want your paci.” Sure enough, his face starts to turn red and you see his throat work up an upset whimper. Before he can start to fuss to much, though, you press the pacifier back into his mouth. Contentment settles on his face and his eyes slide back closed.

Distantly, you can hear the yelling crowd from the gym, and you don’t know how Jules is sleeping at all. The crowd is larger than normal on account of the sizable opponent Benny is fighting, hence the reason you’re waiting in the hallway instead of watching the fight.

You used to watch all of his matches when you where dating- you couldn’t get enough of the thrill of watching your Benny up on that platform, fighting with all of his strength to win. But, as you got more attached to him, it got harder to watch him take punches, especially when you had Julian.

Even if you aren’t in the room, it doesn’t stop you from thinking about Benny. The fight hasn’t started yet, which means that he’s probably in the locker room down the hall getting hyped up by the guys. As clear as if he was right in front of you, you see him wrap his hands carefully with bandages and gloves, his wedding band around a cord on his neck that holds his dog tags.

Will’s probably giving him some sort of pep talk with Santiago tagging on any information he deems helpful, which usually isn’t. Frankie, quiet and composed, os sitting on the bench, sizing up the opponent and searching for any weaknesses. They make quiet the group of men together. All there for Benny, even though none of them have to do this anymore.

When the crowd’s cheers grow louder, you know Benny’s made his way into the gym. Your husband’s always been a town favorite, and tonight there’s some sort of special opponent that he’s facing. You try not to learn all of the details- they usually make you too nervous. Benny knows not to tell you anything the same way you know not to ask questions when you patch him up. Blood, after being with him for so long, isn’t a problem for you anymore.

From somewhere down the hall, a voice calls your name. You could recognize that voice from anywhere, and if that wasn’t a dead giveaway then the loud, expletive-filled Spanish greeting gives him away before you can turn around and tell him that Julian’s asleep. Santiago wraps his arms around you, careful of Julian, and greets you warmly. “Hola, mija. How’s the kid?”

“Trying to sleep,” you respond without any malice at all. “No thanks to you.” He at least looks a little bit ashamed, but that clears away from his face as soon as Frankie steps next to him.

“Jesus, Pope, could you be any louder?” Frankie says, patting you roughly on the shoulder with a grin. “You think you would learn how to be around kids after all this time, ¿eh cabròn?”

“Thanks, Frank.” Santi’s voice is dripping with its usual sarcasm and sass, but all of you are used to it by now. 99% of what Santi says can be taken with a grain of salt.

In the gym, Benny’s name is announced over the loudspeaker and the lights start flashing rapidly. “I guess that’s your que to go,” you say. “Wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”

“Can we convince you to join us?” Frankie asks. Because it’s Frankie, you know he means the offer. If you asked him, he would take care of Julian while you went to see Benny, and you would trust him fully to do so. After two of his own kids, Frankie knows how to take care of all kinds of disasters, and you know his gentleness applies to anyone he considers family.

But you just don’t think that you watching is a good idea. “Nah, it’s okay, Frankie. Maybe next time.” Both of you know you’ll say the exact same thing next time too, but you always appreciate the offer.

With a knowing look, Frankie nods and leads Santiago down the hall with him into the crowded, hazy gym. You turn your attention back to Julian, who looks content in his dinosaur onesie. It was a gift from Will, and Benny wanted Julian to show support for his uncles.

The rest of the fight passes in a the crowds oohs and aahs and you can only pay so much attention to it before it starts to make you too anxious. Realistically, you know Benny can handle whoever it is he’s fighting. You heard accidentally that there’s a pound difference between them, but Benny’s fast for someone his size and you know that he can his own. Plus, he’s got a hearty amount of backup in case something goes wrong. The worst you’ve ever had to patch up in a long is a bloody nose or bruised ribs, and even then Benny usually knows how to take care of himself more than you do.

Eventually, you hear the triumphant roars reach a crescendo and the announcer calls out Benny as the winner. Pride fills your chest as you whisper to Julian. “Daddy won his fight, Jules. Just like we told him to.” Julian, waking up due to the raised noise levels, looks at you through squinted blue eyes just like his father’s.

As people trickle past you through the back exit, you make your way into the locker room where you know Benny and the guys will be as soon as Benny’s cleared by the unofficial doctor on site. It must not have been close at all because they show up after only a few minutes, cheering and yelling their way through the door.

When Benny sees you, a grin lights up his face, as if it’s a surprise to see you there. Like you would ever miss a fight.

With one strong arm wrapped around your waist, he pulls you in to a bruising kiss. “Honey,” he mutters against your lips, “I think you might be my good luck charm.”

Even after all these years, your heart still swells at his words, at the idea of Benny being just as enamored with you as you are with him. “I think Julian might be part of it too.”

With a grin, Benny looks down at the baby between you. “Hey, bud,” he greets, two sandy blond-haired heads looking at each other. While you’re the one who can seemingly always get Jules to sleep, Benny always wakes him up. Luckily, though, Julian is usually happy when he sees Benny. You can’t blame him. “How was your day with mama?”

“He had a rough day at school,” you explain softly to Benny, looking at Julian. “Apparently he was fussy.”

Benny scoffs and carefully takes Julian when you offer him. If it was anyone else covered in sweat and blood, you would say no, but you know Benny’s at least washed his hands. “My baby? Never. He’s an angel.”

“Sure, honey,” you respond, happy to see the twinkle in Benny’s eye. He may not agree, but you know there’s nothing that makes him in a better mood than winning and having his family there. “How was the fight?”

Benny’s grin spreads across his face and takes on a confidence that you usually don’t see outside of your home. “Not even close. He didn’t see a fuckin’ thing coming.”

“Benny,” you sigh, gesturing to Julian. “I’ll let it slide because you just won.”

“Good luck getting Pope to stop. His favorite words aren’t appropriate for kids,” Benny says in return, but you know he’s trying. His language is already better than it used to be. “Isn’t that right, Jules?”

Jules responds with a happy noise, one that just makes Benny’s grin even wider. You can’t help but appreciate the sight before you; your two beaming boys with each other, your family together.

Yeah, you’re going to keep coming to his fights. Maybe your his good luck charm, maybe you’re not, but nothing could possibly stop you from seeing Benny like this.

Happy. Content. Loved.

“Come here, honey,” Benny calls to you, and who are you to say no. Carefully, you let yourself be wrapped in Benny’s arms, your head on the warm muscle of his shoulder. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course,” you whisper. “We’re your good luck charms, right?”

“Absolutely,” he agrees. You ignore the whistling and cheering of Santi and Frankie and the over-exaggerated gagging of Will. “Nothin’ like you, sweetheart. Or you-” he looks down at Julia “-bud.”

You can’t help but agree.

#i’ve been talking with my friends about how much i want kids recently so this is perfect nonnie <3 #nova answers #this is adorable #triple frontier #benny miller #benjamin miller #ben miller #benny miller fanfic #benny miller x female reader #benny miller fic #benny miller x reader #benny miller fanfiction #benny miller x you #benny miller x y/n #benjamin miller x you #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #triple frontier boys

[theewokingdead]

F My...Tonsils? - Benny Miller x wife!Reader

Pairing: Benny Miller x wife!Reader (1st Person POV; Benergy Universe) Summary: Benny is attractive despite the ridiculous things that come out of his mouth. Word Count: 600+ Rating: No rating but my blog is 18+ Warnings: 1st person POV, Language, Allusions to oral Notes: Things were changed, but this was inspired by a legitimate exchange between me and my husband. As always, Benergy is a collection of one-shots so this can be read without having read anything else.

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“Boom!” Benny leaps to his feet as he slams his last Uno card onto the table. “Suck my dick!” He gestures to the area in case I’ve forgotten where his dick resides, despite the fact that the two children sleeping above should make it clear I know.

Typical Benny.

I pretend to be annoyed, rolling my eyes while I gather the pile of cards, seeming to ignore the fact that he’s now strutting around the dining room like a peacock showing off his plumage. Secretly, I watch him out of the corner of my eye, trying to hide the smile that's creeping up on my face as I realize how much I enjoy his playful antics.

“You wish,” I mumble. I shuffle the deck, waiting for him to settle down to see if he wants to continue or call it a night. We've been playing games for hours while eating snacks, chatting, and joking around – our little date night with kids when we don't have a sitter. It's not always easy balancing parenthood and romance, but nights like these make it all worth it. We share many laughs, teasing and taunting each other, just having fun and enjoying each other’s company.

“No, you wish,” Benny retorts, and I raise an eyebrow in response, curious as to where he’s going to take this conversation. He places his hands on the table and leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You wish I was touching your tonsils right now.”

My face twists in shock, unable to believe he just said that. I don’t know if I’m more stunned by his words or the fact he thinks it’s even possible.

Fuck…why is the thought of that so hot? Benny deep in my throat…chocking on his-

I try to compose myself and respond, “You know I don’t have tonsils, right?” But deep down, I can feel my cheeks burning and my heart racing. As much as I try to deny it, there's something about Benny that I can never resist. Maybe it's his sense of humor or his confidence, but I find myself drawn to him more and more each day.  

Benny isn’t thrown off by my response. He simply smirks and says, “That’s how deep I’d be. I’d touch the ghost of your tonsils.”

Jesus Christ. I can’t help but pinch the bridge of my nose and, for a moment, reconsider all of my life choices. My mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Part of me thinks he is such an idiot while another part of me is so incredibly turned on by him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Before I can fully process my thoughts, Benny walks to where I’m sitting, tips my chin up, and kisses me, sending a rush of desire through my body. I melt into the kiss, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck as I pull him closer. It's like every nerve in my body is on fire, and I can't get enough of him. But as quickly as the kiss started, it ends, and Benny pulls away with a smirk on his face.

“I knew you couldn't resist me," he says, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

Once more, I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that he’s right.

“You're insufferable,” I reply, but there's a hint of laughter in my voice. I rise from my chair and push past him, heading toward the stairs that lead to our bedroom.

“Where are you going?” he questions, and I feel his gaze following me.

“Upstairs to perform a séance to see if the ghosts of my tonsils want to get fucked tonight.” I stop and turn to look down at him, seeing that he hasn't moved. "You coming or not?"

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[brewsterispunkk]

Hello!!! Could you write an angsty drabble about Benny returning without the money after the events of Triple Frontier?

“Benny, I don’t care about the money. You think I’m with an MMA fighter for the money?”

Ooo I LOVE this.

sunshine state

“I DON’T CARE”

pairing: benny miller x f!honey!reader,

summary: set after the events of sunshine state, when Benny returns from Colombia. (can be read as standalone, but better if you’ve read sunshine state first!)

WC: 1.3k

He’d been in the shower for nearly forty minutes, something nearly unheard of for Benny.

In your three years together, you’d never known him to take showers that surpassed twenty minutes long. In fact, he often chastised you for taking too long and “racking up the water bill,” as he so lovingly put it.

This wasn’t like him. Something was wrong—you knew it the minute he’d walked through the front door.

It’d been the early hours of the morning when he’d pulled in the driveway in the old pick-up that just wouldn’t die. He’d told you when he’d called you nearly twelve hours before from Bogota that you didn’t have to wait up for him, but he knew you better than to think you wouldn't. Especially after the hell that had been the last week.

It was supposed to be the usual: a quick in-and-out mission in Colombia that promised millions—much more than Pope’s little stints had provided before.

You hadn't liked it, obviously. After the last mission Benny had gone on about a year ago in which he narrowly missed a bullet to the head, you’d made him promise he’d never do it again. This, according to him, was the exception.

“A chance,” he’d called it. “A chance for us to really make it. We could finally move to the city where you could get the big museum job, honey.”

What he didn’t know was that you were content with your nine to five and the little duplex you had and your old cat and big dog and him. You didn’t need anything else. But Benny was Benny. He had a big heart but was stubborn as hell, and once he’d made his mind up about something, there was no going back.

When you’d gotten the phone call after nearly five days of radio silence, you’d sobbed with relief; You never cried.

He’d explained how the job had gone sideways, how they’d all gotten out alive, barely. That he’d be home in twelve hours. You’d been numb until you saw him walk through the door, all disheveled and travel-worn. The two of you barely talked before he excused himself to shower.

“Ben?” You called, seated on the bed you shared.

The sound of the shower faucet greeted you, with no words from him.

You shook your head.

Hell no, you thought. He was not going to push you away–you wouldn’t let him.

You opened the door to the bathroom, letting the steam calm you. You were sure to make enough noise so as to not surprise him. The last thing you needed was to trigger something.

Wordlessly, you stripped off your shirt and underwear–your pajamas– and pulled aside the curtain to join him under the stream of water.

Benny’s head was hung as you entered, the water running down his broad shoulders. His back was to you, and he said nothing at your entrance.

You ignored the shiver that went down your spine at the temperature change as you yourself stepped under the stream.

“Hey,” you began softly, wrapping your arms around his middle from behind. You rested your forehead on his spine, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. “You washed your hair yet, baby?”

Turning to you, Benny shook his head. As he faced you, you saw his chin wobble, his eyes wet with something other than tap water. His brows furrowed as his eyes met yours.

“Oh, babe.”

You pulled him to your chest, and when you did, he broke down, chest heaving a heavy sob. His arms wrapped around your waist, his face pressing into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” he sniffed, voice warbly. “I’m so—”

“Shh, shh,” you raked your fingers through his hair. “I know. I know, baby.”

“I swear, I didn’t mean to—”

“I know you didn’t, babe.”

“I should’ve listened to you, I’m so stupid. Please don’t leave me–”

“Stop it, Ben, breathe.” You raked your nails over his scalp. “That’s it, deep breaths.”

He stopped for a moment and squeezed you harder, like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“Where is this coming from, Ben?” You asked after a minute. “Why would I ever leave you?”

He sniffed and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Pope thinks Ev is gonna leave.”

“What?” You pulled back to look Benny in the eyes.

After their wedding a year ago, you thought absolutely nothing could pull Everett and Santi apart. You knew Everett was done with Santi’s “business” overseas, but you didn’t know he was this done with it.

“He said he thought he’d pushed him too far, right before we left Colombia.”

“Fuck,” you breathed. “How bad was it, Ben?”

Benny’s lip wobbled a bit before he spoke.

“Bad, honey.” He looked down. “Real bad.”

Your stomach plummeted.

How much danger had he been in? You weren't sure you wanted to know. What if he hadn’t come back? Tears filled your eyes at the thought.

“Honey, I’m sorry—”

“Let’s talk about this later,” you whispered. “C’mon, we gotta wash that hair.”

“Honey…”

“Ben, I’m not going anywhere. Now please, hand me the shampoo.”

- - - -

You did talk. For almost two hours.

For the most part, you raised the issue of “how he could put himself in danger like that?” Also, what that meant for you.

“Benny, do you know what would happen to me if you’d died out there?” You asked. His face crumpled.

“Honey I know–”

“No you don’t,” you said. “Obviously, you don’t or you wouldn't have even risked it.”

“Baby–”

“What if it had been me out there, almost dying halfway across the world?” You asked. Bennt just stared at the floor. “Or me who had a bullet graze their head last year in Bolivia? Huh? What would you do?”

“You know what I would do, honey.” Benny’s voice was gravely. “I’d tear the world apart to get you home.”

“So what makes you think I’d do anything less to save your life?” Your hands were on your hips as you stood in front of where he was sitting on the side of the bed. “Imagine how fucking helpless I felt here, waiting to hear if you were alive or dead.”

He was quiet for a moment, head in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” he said finally, and it was perhaps the most sincere you’d heard those words spoken.

“Don’t ever put me through that again, Benny.” You said, voice stony. “Or I swear to god, I will kill you myself.”

“Okay, honey. I promise.”

Now, as you laid beside him in bed, you couldn’t help but feel that something was still off.

To begin, there was a good six inches of space between you. Usually, as soon as Benny’s head hit the pillow, he was reaching for you, pulling you to his side or his chest.

Secondly, he hadn’t said a word, and you knew for a fact that he was awake.

Finally, you decided you couldn’t handle the silence.

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” You tried to sound nonchalant.

“I’m sorry about the money.” He said sullenly. His voice sounded shot, dejected. You started.

“What?” You asked incredulously.

“I promised you millions,” he said softly. “It was the only reason you were even a little okay with me going back out there, and I came back with nothing—”

“Benny, stop it.”

“I’m sorry baby. You deserve—”

“Do you really think I give a shit about the money?” You turned over suddenly to face him in bed. Your voice was hostile, you knew it, but you needed to get your point across.

“It was millions, baby.”

“Benny, I thought you were dead,” your voice strained. You reached out a hand to palm his face in the dark. “Anything more than that is a blessing by my count.”

“Still—”

“I don’t care about the money,” you pressed your forehead, trying to get the point through his thick skull. “You think I’m with an MMA fighter for the money?”

“Guess not,” he chuckled.

You pressed a deep, long kiss to his lips. He tasted like mint and cigarettes. He must’ve taken up smoking again in Colombia. Pulling back, you smoothed his hair from his forehead.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you,” you whispered. “Now sleep.”

He kissed your nose and pulled you closer, before drifting to sleep.

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[crazyk-imagine]

Gym Crush

Pairing: Benny Miller x Gym crush!reader

Characters: Benny Miller, William "Ironhead" Miller, Francisco "Catfish" "Frankie" Morales, Santiago "Pope" Garcia, Gym Crush!reader, Samantha (reader's friend)

Warnings: Fluff, cursing (briefly), gym, gym things, reader is a trainer and trains with her friend, I'm sad, I know gym things because of work, Benny is like horny but also not, Frankie is a tired old man, Santi a big flirty hoe, I feel like Will feels like he has no personality :(

Word Count: 1,959

A/N: Not gonna lie, while writing this... I had a thought. This is the first part of the non-official series/ universe for the TF boys called (in my mind) "Gym World"

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The boys, Will, Santiago, and Frankie have always known when something’s up with the baby of the bunch. It’s hard not to.

It consumes him until he barely has anything left to offer. That’s why they knew this was something different.

Instead of running to the woman (he deems to be the woman of his dreams) he, instead, runs from her. Or, in better words, avoids her entirely.

Ever since they came home after their last mission, they’ve been living their lives the way they want to… or at least Frankie and Santiago are.

Will is slowly working a little more on himself, not wanting to scare off anyone else in his life like he did with his ex-fiancée.

And now, Benny’s life mainly consists of working out, preparing for his fights while working at his annoying side job as a convenient store clerk.

Today was no different for him, train and then go out for a celebratory drink.

Usually with the way he acts when he sees you, none of the guys want to come with him anymore and it makes sense since he’ll either stare while you work out and he thinks you don’t notice (you do) or glance in your direction and check to see if you’re getting closer, wanting to try and ask you out (never happens).

Will shakes his head, “you’re shameless.”

Benny hangs from the pull bar, smirking at his brother. “Better to be shameless.”

“Then?” Frankie chimes, finding himself intrigued.

“Nothing, just better to be shameless.”

-

"He's back." You move your headphones over your ear to hear your friend, Samantha better. "What'd you say?"

She purses her lips, "you know exactly what I said."

You smirk, "no I don't."

She groans and throws her head back. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"Next is the rower."

Your cheeky attitude quickly falls from your face.

Samantha points at your fallen expression and starts laughing.

Benny hides his humor when he sees you stomping over towards the rower.

You pout, strapping your feet in, “I hate this!”

She smirks, “I know! But we’re gonna do,” Samantha pauses, thinking about how bad she should torture you. “Three reps for five minutes with wall sits as your forty second break.”

Your eyes widen at her words. “No.” You shake your head, “nuh uh. No way.” You start to remove the straps.

“I have four back-to-back clients in an hour, and I need to be able to crawl and not walk.”

-

He drops down from the bar, wiping himself dry with the towel he keeps nearby (curtesy of Will).

Frankie nods to the older Miller, “you go get him, I’ll deal with Benny.”

Will sighs and runs after Santiago who’s trying to flirt with some of the other girls around. They’re not going for it, and he doesn’t want to have to talk to another security guard because his friends an idiot.

The younger Miller takes a step forward only to be stopped. “Ben, your fights in three hours we need to go.”

“I-” he sighs, glancing back at you. “Yeah, alright. Let’s go.”

-

The next couple of days are quiet and you don't see much of “your” mystery guy, it makes you a little sad to be honest.

And then, there he is, as if he was reading your mind, he shows up with the other guys he’s almost always with.

"Guess who's back to cure you of your depression?"

You roll your eyes and shake your head, shoving Samantha away from you. “Stop it.”

She chuckles as you head out of the employee office, grabbing your phone on the way out. “I’m going to work out while I wait for my next client to arrive.”

She nods before heading out.

‘Maybe today’s the day.’ You can feel his eyes on you. You continue to think about what to do while stretching. You catch his gaze in the mirror and a decision’s been made.

Santiago smacks Frankie’s shoulder when he sees you coming closer. “What?”

The latter turns, “oh shit.”

“What’s going on with you two?” Will asks, glancing between the two of them, waiting for an answer.

Santiago points to the space in front of Benny.

He doesn’t see you there at first, focusing on finishing his last set before getting off the machine he was using. “Oh shi-”

You chuckle, crossing your arms. “Hey, there.”

“Hey.”

“I noticed you’ve been staring at me for a bit. You got something you want to say?”

If he were a cartoon, his eyes would be as wide as his head followed by a nosebleed. “It’s- it’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?” You cross your arms. “I’m thinking you’re planning something hinky and quite frankly it worries me-”

His eyes widen even more. “No, no. I mean- I just- I didn’t mean to…” He pauses when he sees the way you try to hide your laughter. “Oh, you’re messing with me. Awesome.”

“Sorry, it was just too easy not to. But seriously, about the staring. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I- you’re really,” he gulps, “good.”

You raise a brow.

“I’m just saying, I don’t normally see people pushing themselves as hard as you do… or when your friend does.”

You chuckle, “that’s true. But it’s not really anything worth admiring, it’s your average trainer workout”

“Well, I can tell you that you do a damn good job. I’m impressed.”

“Well, consider me flattered. A handsome guy like yourself, commenting on my workouts, kind of makes a girl want to ask said guy for his number and make him her workout partner.”

He glances behind him before pointing at himself, earning a nod from you. “You’re serious?”

“I don’t joke about these kinds of things,” you pull yourself up on the pullup bar, something you’ve noticed he goes on more than anything here. “Which is something you’ll learn about, the more we talk.”

He’s never pulled his phone out of his pocket faster than he did right now. “You want to hand me your phone?”

“You’re gonna do this one handed?”

“No, I just wanted to try and impress you.” You jump down and smile at him.

He is more than willing to offer his phone to you. “I sent a text to my phone so now you have my number.”

“Great.”

“If I don’t hear from you before nine tonight, I can’t promise I’ll be as speedy with my responses.”

“So, I should text you now?” He jokes.

You shrug, “whatever you think is the smartest decision.”

The dopey smile on his face never leaves even after Santiago starts teasing him again. “Wow, I never thought you’d ever talk to her and look at you, you didn’t burst into a puddle of desperation.”

“Can I hit him?”

“No,” Will shakes his head, “you can’t, Ben. You know that.”

“She’s coming back.”

“What?” He whips around and almost bumps into you. “Hey, you’re back.”

“I am. I’m impatient and I want to go out with you.”

He owlishly blinks, trying to get his brain to move faster so he can understand. “Really?”

“Yeah. My friend would say I’m acting desperate and insane for asking the weird guy with a staring problem out.”

He scratches the back of his head, “you guys caught that, huh?”

You pinch your fingers together. “Little bit.”

“And you still want to go out with me?”

“Don’t read too much into it. Text me when you’re done here and when you’re free later.”

You turn around and walk away, leaving the Miller, Santiago, and Frankie speechless.

“I never thought I’d say this this,” Santiago pats the younger Miller’s shoulder. “Can you teach me how you- show me your ways, wise one.”

Benny shrugs him off, pushing him away from him. “Shut up.”

“Guess we’re done here?”

Frankie glances at Will. “What makes you say that?”

“He’s going home to shower and then call her so he can finally go out with her.”

Santiago shrugs, “I mean, I guess.”

“He’s right. If you two aren’t done, you’re on your own.” Benny throws his bag over his shoulder. “Come on, Will.”

-

You hit the call button, “Sammy!”

“What?”

“I did it.”

“I know you did; I was there.”

“I don’t know what outfit to pick you bitch.”

“How do you even know he’s going to call? Stupid question, I know. Moving on. Do you want to look slutty or a little conservative?”

“What makes me look better? Slutty or not slutty?”

“Where’s he taking you?”

“I don’t know.”

“How am I supposed to help you pick an outfit when you don’t even know where you’re going. I’m hanging up.”

“Wait- no.” You groan and are about to toss your phone down onto your bed when you get a text from Benny.

Hot Gym Guy

‘Wear something comfortable I don’t know if I already told you where I plan on taking you it's not gonna be some anything too crazy’ 4:36pm Sent Read

You smile holding your phone just a little closer to you.

Eye Candy

‘It’s like you knew what I was thinking’ 4:38pm Sent Read

‘Makes sense seeing as you’ve been watching me over the last few months every time you were in the gym’ 4:38pm Sent Read

He chuckles hoping this is going to be a good start to the date. He’s happy he kicked Santiago and Frankie out of the house now and thankfully Will had other plans.

Now he's debating calling you to invite you over or take you out to a restaurant followed by you coming over, not for anything that would be normal for his past self (as the other guys would say).

Hot Gym Guy

‘Would you rather do something fun and casual at my place or something new and different at a restaurant?’ 4:41pm Sent Read

You don’t think he has an ulterior motive because you know that he’s being genuine and asking you so you’re not uncomfortable.

Eye Candy

‘Are you a good cook because if not I think should go to a restaurant’ 4:43pm Sent Read

‘Not to offend you, I’d like to not have food poisoning tonight’ 4:44pm Sent Read

‘We should*’ 4:45pm Sent Read

Hot Gym Guy

‘I could whip up something decent and if it’s not up to your standards then we can either go out to a restaurant or have something delivered’ 4:46pm Sent Read

‘It’s up to you.’ 4:46pm Sent Read

You shake your head, even though Sammy really thought that he was creepy; turns out he’s really the sweetest guy you've ever talked to.

Eye Candy

‘Send me your address and I’ll tell you in person’ 4:51pm Sent Read

You knock on the door and wait.

The door opens less than a minute later. “Hey.”

You smile. “Hey.”

“Have you,” he clears his throat. “Have you made a decision?”

“I hope you're as good a cook as you are handsome.”

“Oh, baby. You have no idea.”

-

And let’s just say the next time you guys went to the gym (together, of course) everyone you knew was thanking all the gods that you two finally got together, until they realized that your guy's fawning was going to be ten million times worse because you’re together.

"Another day of him staring at her," Frankie comments, watching you two.

"How long are we going to see this?" Will asks, working on his bicep curls.

“I don't want to see him drool again; I'm going over towards the smoothie bar." Santiago walks away.

“I don’t know but I think we need to go back and grab Santi before he does something stupid,” the ex-pilot tells the older Miller.

“For fucks sake,” Will grumbles, putting the weights back in its place. “Let’s go.”

-

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It's Miller Time

Original ask from @boogerpresleyonthemeanguitar84: would you, could you, write some smut with benny and will ofc not incest i mean with a female reader (me lol)? I love your work and like i mentioned in the comment i just found your work! Impressive!

It’s Miller Time

Pairing: Benny Miller, Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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"I never do anything like this!" I'm nervous, excited energy rushing through my body, my fingers tingling and shaking slightly. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll take good care of you."

I went out to the bar tonight, intending on having a quick drink at the end of a long work week. But instead I found myself the center of attention for not one but two incredibly hot men, Benny and Will, who happen to be brothers. And here I am, following them inside their shared home, giddy with the prospect of having these 2 touch me.

Will takes my coat and bag, hanging them on the coat rack by the door as Benny guides me to the living room, gesturing towards the couch for me to sit. I do, smoothing my dress down my thighs and he sits next to me, extending his arm behind me, settling it on the top of the couch. He cups my face with his other hand, his warmth burning my cheek as he turns me to face him, his bright blue eyes staring into me. 

“Are you sure, sweetheart? Things can get a little rough. You can say no and there’s no hard feelings.”

“N-no, I’m sure. I just…I’ve never…” I gesture between the two of them. “...done this before?”

Benny smiles and it calms me. “Don’t worry about that. You just feel good. We can guide you.”

I nod, my nerves emboldening me as I kiss Benny. He responds immediately, the hand on my face sliding around the back of my head and holding me to him. His lips are soft and warm, inviting me to part mine and I do, moaning a little when he slides his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me for a few moments, my head feeling light when he slides his thumb under my chin and breaks the kiss, tipping my head back and gently sucking on my neck. I left out a gasp and his hand settles on my hip, gently sliding up to reach into my dress, grabbing my boob and squeezing a little, thumb brushing over my nipple. God does this feel good. So good, I nearly forget about Will, sitting somewhere behind me just watching. 

I push him back slightly and straddle his hips, his concern vanishing from his face when I start to grind on him, fingers tangled in his hair as he buries his face in my chest, pulling down the top of my dress to suck a nipple in his mouth.

“Oh God that feels good,” I pant, rocking my hips a little faster. 

“Arms up.”

I comply, my arms raising as he grips my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it across the room. He quickly undoes my bra, tossing it in the same direction as my dress as I toss my panties somewhere in that same area. Benny’s eyes rake over me, drinking me in as I straddle his hips again, whimpering when his clothed erection rubs at me. I start to kiss Benny again when I feel a different set of hands on my hips, fingers digging into the skin to pull my hips up. I don’t stop kissing Benny until Will’s finger slides through me, groaning at how wet I am. He says nothing, swirling that same finger around my entrance and pushing it in. 

“Fuck,” I whisper into Benny’s mouth as Will adds another finger, slowly fucking me with them. Will pulls his fingers from me and I whine, frustrated at the lack of contact. There’s some shuffling behind me, Benny shifting under me and then Will’s fingers grip my hips again, angling them a certain way. But before I can ask if he needs me to move, his tongue is there, licking at me like his life depends on it. I cry out, Benny’s hands finding my boobs and pinching my nipples as he watches my face, loving the way it changes expression when Will pushes his tongue inside of me for a moment. A particularly hard flick over my nipple pushes me over the edge, heat and pleasure rolling over me as I cum, Will moaning into my cunt, which makes my orgasm last longer. 

“You taste amazing, darlin,” Will stands from behind me, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. I sit up, legs shaking slightly as I turn around to face him. “I wonder if you taste just as amazing.” I reach for his pants, undoing his button but he grips my chin and turns my head up to his. “Not yet, pretty girl. I'll watch you a bit first.”

Benny’s hands are on my hips, pulling me back on his lap, his hard dick pushing against the top of my ass, which is when I realize he had gotten undressed, clothes tossed somewhere in the room. And the fact that he’s long, or longer than I’ve ever had at least. He pulls my back against his chest, his hands hooking under my knees and spreading my legs wide. He shifts his hips, pushing himself through my wet folds and I whimper. He feels so fucking good like this. After a few moments of this, he sits me up, pushing himself slowly into me and I look down, watching him disappear inside of me. 

“Fuck! You feel so..ugh!” Once he’s fully inside, he pulls my back down on his chest again, hoisting my legs up and wide, on full display for Will, who was seated in a chair across from us, stroking himself. Benny starts at a slower pace, gliding lazily against my g spot before he growls in my ear. “Hold your legs.” I do as he says, his fingers immediately moving between my legs, rubbing circles where I need him most, his other hand pinching a nipple as he quickens his pace, fucking me as fast and hard as he can from this angle, launching me over the edge, screaming his name as he continues to rail into me, chasing his own high. He cums, biting my shoulder as he fills me, still stroking me as my thighs twitch. We stay like that for a moment, heavy breathing, sweat sticking to our skin as Benny nibbles on my earlobe, his dick twitching slightly inside of me. 

Will crosses the room and extends a hand to me, helping me up when I accept it, Benny grunting when he slides from me. What do I do now? Surely I have to clean up or something? But Will gives me no time to think about that as he bends me over the side of the chair he was sitting on, his pants hitting the floor as he brings a hand down to smack on my ass, watching it jiggle as I cry, a smile at the corner of my lips. I didn’t know I liked that but I also have no time to linger on it as Will thrusts into me fairly rough, fingers digging into my hips, pulling me back on him. My hands scramble for purchase as I cry his name, Will setting a rough pace as he winds his fingers into my hair, gripping it tight and holding me down. Damn he fucks so good, my toes slipping slightly on the floor from the height difference. 

“Yeah you like that? You good little slut? Lettin’ me fuck you like this?” Will’s voice is strained, like he’s trying to last. His hand reaches around between my legs, gently rubbing me in stark contrast to the way he’s fucking me and I come without warning, crying his name into the chair as I squeeze him, my fingers digging into the fabric as Will snaps his hips impossibly harder, finally coming himself as he grunts into me, leaking down my legs. He pulls himself from me with a hiss, helping me up and turning me to look at him, all trace of the moment on pause.

“Are you ok, darlin’? I know I can be rough and I know you didn’t use the safe word-”

I have no words. Instead, I pull him to me, kissing him finally, his beard scratching at my skin. He holds me to him, fingers light on my skin, like he’s cherishing me. He cups my face and pulls back, looking into my eyes like he’s making sure I’m really ok. I smile. I know I have to look fucked out by this point, but somehow, I’m not done. 

“Can I have a minute?” I ask. Will nods and points to the bathroom. I take a few moments to clean myself out, drying off before finally getting a good look in the mirror. I was right - I do look fucked out of my mind, a small smile playing on my lips. I return to the living room and they look at me, both of their eyes scanning my body, eyes darkening with every second. 

“You doin’ ok, sweetheart?” Benny asks, his eyebrows pinching together and making him look like a damn puppy. 

“So fucking good.”

They smile and Benny stands, already hard again as he takes my hand. “Good. Follow me.”

He guides me to his bedroom, spinning me around with a smile and motioning for me to lay down. I do, scooting up the bed, which is apparently not where he wanted me, as he grips my ankles and pulls me down to the edge fo the bed in one swift movement, my boobs bouncing as I giggle. He kneels between my legs, pushing them apart as he stares down at me, already wet for more. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I didn’t get to look before.” He lowers his head and darts his tongue out, a quick little tap at my clit and my legs jerk. He does this a few more times, chuckling darkly when my legs continue to twitch before he finally licks up the center of me, sucking lightly on my clit. My chest is heaving, my fingers fly to his hair, gripping his golden locks as he slides his nose through me, fucking me on his tongue. 

“Oh God, Benny!” My thighs slam against his head as I cum, gripping his hair tightly, holding him to me as I chant his name. While I come down, he softly turns my body so my head is now at the edge. He moves back between my thighs, sliding his dick through me again, watching me twich and moan under him. He pushes in slowly, watching me for any sign of discomfort. My mouth flies open, breathing heavily as he bottoms out. He pulls one of my legs up onto his hip before gripping my wrists and pushing them into the bed on either side of my head. He slowly pulls out and pushes in, loving the way I contort under him. 

I feel movement behind my head and that’s when I notice Will, standing off to the side of the room, watching Benny fuck me. On his next thrust, my head moves a little off the edge of the bed and suddenly Will is there, holding my head as he stands over me, his dick hard again. I know what he wants and I want to give it to him, immediately opening my mouth. He looks at my eyes, like he’s waiting for a final consent. “I want to taste you, Will.”

That’s all the permission he needs. He pushes in, much slower than he did before, making sure to stop when I can’t take anymore. I lick and suck as he guides me, his little moans and affirmations spurring me on, my own moans from Benny sliding in and out of me muffled by Will. Benny releases my wrists, taking a boob in each hand and squeezing them, pinching my nipples as Will leans over, rubbing circles into my clit. The overstimulation of everything, the idea that these 2 gorgeous men are not only turned on by me, but also doing everything they can to make sure I feel fucking orgasmically blissful. My thighs shake, my body tensing as I start to come, Benny’s voice muffled by the ringing in my ear, Will quickly pulling from my mouth to let me cry out their names, my eyes watering from all the stimulation. I can feel Benny holding back, trying to give me a moment. 

“Fuck me, Benny!”

“Yes, ma’am.” His hips snap against mine, hitting deeper than he’s done so far. My mouth hangs open and I gesture at Will, who pushes himself into my mouth, holding onto my head as he fucks into me, matching Benny’s thrusts. Benny takes one of my hands, lacing his fingers with mine as I reach behind my head with the other, fingers digging into Will’s thigh. He pants my name, cumming down my throat as Benny grunts out my name, hips sputtering into mine. Will comes to first, quickly pulling himself out of my mouth, a trail of spit still connecting us. He dabs at my mouth, moving towards the bathroom, the sound of running water a few moments later. Benny is still inside of me, his head on my chest as his breath finally levels out, humming as I card my fingers through his hair. 

Will comes back into the room and like teamwork, they take care of me, helping me into the bathtub, washing me up and making me feel clean and cared for. After, they offer me some soft boxers and a shirt, in case I didn’t feel like putting on my dress. They help me into it, bringing me a glass of water and finally listening when I turn down their offer of food for the 5th time. I sit on the bed for a moment, looking between them both. 

“This…this was…well…fucking amazing. I’ve never…I’m not the one who…just… thank you. For a fucking good time.”

They smile at me. “It doesn’t have to end, darlin’.”

“I-what?”

Benny takes my hand, rubbing little circles into the back of it. “Do you wanna stay for the weekend?”

I have never agreed to anything so fast in my life.

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[anitalenia]

━━ 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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RATINGS — s , smut | f , fluff | a , angst | d , dark content

˖⁺ ⊹୨ by the lakeside ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( s, f, a ) ━━ ben miller was a reckless man at times, always taking on more than he could chew just to prove himself more than he already has. after he got shot on a simple recon mission, and didn’t even acknowledge the possible consequence of his actions, you were sent into a tizzy. it wasn’t until you were taking a relaxing bath in the lake did ben come to you to reconcile, taking you in the water to prove to you he’d never leave. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ started: May 22 published: May 26 edited: yes ୨୧ 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་

˖⁺ ⊹୨ eyes on fire ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( s, f, a ) ━━ benny miller was jealous of your bunk mate, some random guy who stared a little too long at you and laughed a little too loud at your jokes. you were the only woman around, there was bound to be some trouble with the other guys. still, benny needed a little reassurance that he was the only one you wanted. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ started: published: edited: yes ୨୧ 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་

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˖⁺ ⊹୨ ergo dum me diligis ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( s-implied ) ━━ the frontier boys as random tropes. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 2- Floor Sex

Benny Miller x afab!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, established relationship

Notes- Benny is so fun to write smut for cause he can be playful or hot and desperate and it’s both so sexy! Kinktober list provided by @the-purity-pen​

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“Hey baby I’m home,” Benny shouted into the home the two of you shared as he kicked off his shoes and chucked his bag on the floor.

“In here,” you called back from the kitchen.

“Shit baby, you wouldn’t believe the asshole at the gym toda…” Benny’s thoughts trailed off when he walked into the kitchen and saw you.

You were just finishing with the dishes when he got home, but it wasn’t the cleanness of the space that caught Benny’s eye. It was you. You were dressed down in comfortable clothes, and his eyes went right to the tiny shorts you wore that barely covered you. The old tank top you had on barely covered you too, and Benny’s eyes widened when he saw your nipples peek out through the thin fabric.

“Fuuuuck,” he breathed before he lept at you like a leopard on the hunt.

“Ben…? What…?”

In a flash, you suddenly found yourself on your back on the floor with your boyfriend on top of you. All the breath was pushed out of your lungs and the cool tile was a stark contrast to your warm skin. But the weight of Benny over you was a comfort, and the way he immediately latched onto your neck with his lips made you moan softly.

“Sorry baby,” he mumbled against your skin with a smirk, “You look so fucking hot in that I can’t help myself.”

“Benny…” you sighed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He groaned as he kissed his way up the muscle in your neck until he took your lips with his in a heated kiss. Benny bucked his hips against yours as his cock stiffened more. From the moment he laid eyes on you, a rush of emotions went right to his dick, and Benny knew he couldn’t hold himself back.

Benny’s hands roamed all over your body, reaching for your breasts as he palmed them though the fabric of your shirt. You instinctively arched your back into his touch, desperate for more. Benny always knew how to make you feel so good, and you craved his touch just as much as he craved you.

You rocked your hips in time with his, the need within you growing rapidly. Benny grunted as he rubbed your nipples through the fabric and latched onto your neck once more. You cried out in pleasure as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter by the second.

“Fuck, Benny…” you moaned as you buried a hand in his hair and tugged firmly.

A low groan escaped from deep within his chest as he released your neck. Benny pushed himself up onto his elbows to look down at you for a moment. Lust burned in his eyes as you kept your grip on his hair; you knew how much he liked it when you pulled on his scalp like that.

“Shit baby,” he echoed you as he felt a fresh wave of desperation crash over him.

Too impatient to fully remove anything, Benny yanked your shirt down so that your breasts popped free over the hem and dove into you. He licked and sucked and kissed all over your soft mounds until he took your nipple in his mouth. You cried out loudly as you tugged at his hair once again, and you felt his rock hard length against your thigh as he rocked against you.

While he worked on your breasts with his mouth, Benny reached down with one hand and fumbled with the zipper of his pants. He lost some of his coordination while focusing on your pleasure, but he managed to free his cock from his pants without needing to break away from you.

Benny gave your nipple one last nibble before he relinquished his hold on your breast. You laid still as you waited for his next move, looking up at him with wanton need the entire time. Your hands dropped down to hold onto his arms and you felt the tension he held there as he stared back at you. His eyes roamed all over your figure as he took in the alluring sight before him. Your legs parted for him as he settled between them, and Benny took a moment and ran his hands up and down your inner thighs intu he reached your core.

“Fuck baby,” Benny murmured as locks of his hair fell into his eyes, “You look so fucking pretty like this.”

Too eager to strip you completely, Benny hooked his fingers onto your shorts and pushed them aside to reveal your dripping pussy. His breath hitched in his throat as he marveled at how ready and eager you were for him and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as he leaned forward and nudged the tip of his length against your entrance.

“Oh God,” you cried out at the familiar stretch, “Ben…”

“I know baby, I know,” he murmured as he thrust himself into you a little too quickly.

You let out a loud cry, and Benny was worried he hurt you until you clung to his back and wrapped your legs around his waist. He peppered your skin with kisses wherever he could reach as he rocked in and out of you in a fast and heated rhythm.

A string of praises and curses left both your lips as Benny fucked you right there on the kitchen floor. Everything else in the world melted away as he thrust into you over and over again. All that mattered to you two was each other, and the feeling of being engulfed by the other was pure pleasure.

Benny snapped his hips harder against you, and the sounds of your moans only spurred him on more. And he knew he hit that perfect spot inside you when you screamed his name and tugged hard on his shirt.

“Fuck, fuck… Benny…”

He groaned your name as he sped up his thrusts until heat and ecstasy washed over you both. At the same time, you and Benny cied out as your climaxes hit simultaneously. Sweat lined your bodies as he pumped hismelf into you while you gripped him tightly with your inner muscles. Both of you clung to each other in desperate need for as much contact as you could get while you rode out your highs together.

When he was completely spent, Benny collapsed down on top of you and covered you completely. Together, you laid out in the middle of the kitchen floor, both too tired to move. Heavy breaths filled the air as you stocked his hair and he kissed the exposed skin of your shoulders.

“Should we get takeout?” you broke the comfortable silence, “I’m too tired now to make anything.”

“Benny laughed as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, “As long as I can have you for dessert,” he winked.

You slapped his face playfully as you laughed, “You are a menace, Ben Miller.”

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[giowritess]

fortnight [1]

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pairing | Benny Miller x female!reader [Grace Stratford]summary | you somehow end up pretending to be Benny's girlfriend for two whole weeks. is your heart going to survive that? probably not. warnings | mentions of sex, alcohol, mentions of cheating by a third character word count | 1.7k author's note | so. happy new year! i deeply apologize for not showing my face here for the last two years lol things have been complicated and i haven't found the time to write. i've recently fell in love again with the miller brothers from triple frontier and this came up completely random, it's gonna be a small series and i'll post as soon as i write them. future smut. no mentions of y/n; grace's name is only mentioned once. english is my second language and this wasn't proofread so i apologize for any mistakes. hope you enjoy it. xx masterlist | main masterlist

fortnight

"Meaning: 14 days; fort·​night ˈfȯrt-ˌnīt : a period of 14 days : two weeks."

Pretending to be Benny Miller's girlfriend for two whole weeks wasn't how you planned to spend your days off, but here you were.

After working so hard for so long, you finally had your well-reserved month off, plus a few days more. You spent a few days with your family and now were all set to enjoy two weeks of summer bliss at a friend's super fancy summer house, along with lots of other friends and others not so much, as you soon found out.

The moment you got there, you could hear the laughter coming from the house—a mansion, one could say—even from your car. The moment Will showed up at the doorway, Maddie, your best friend and his girlfriend, jumped out of the car to run to him and you rolled your eyes. They saw each other yesterday. But then Benny showed up at the door, shirtless, laughing as Will picked Maddie off the ground, and you sighed. 

Yeah, you had it bad, and he was completely oblivious to it.

While you and Maddie made the trip there, she filled you in on a lot of things. The house belonged to Luke's parents, Luke being an Army buddy of the boys and your long time friend since high school. What a small world, right? Besides him and the three in front of you, you couldn't say you were “friends” with that many other people there. At best, “acquaintance” was the most appropriate word, but you didn't mind, you were there to enjoy the summer, the Fourth of July and Luke's birthday. But the thing is, Maddie also told you some other rather interesting things. Benny was pissed for two reasons: one, he was the only single guy there, and two, his ex-girlfriend was there with her new boyfriend. His ex that, according to Maddie, was the one who broke things up and he still had a thing for. His ex that Maddie hated because she was a typical Regina George—nevermind being almost thirty.

The idea started to form in your head the moment Maddie told you all that, but you still weren't so sure of it.

The thing was, your relationship with Benny was weird. Since Maddie was your soul sister and you were always around when you weren't deployed, he was basically a brother-in-law to you. You two had always been friends, got along just fine; there was, however, one alcohol-filled event two years ago that changed the trajectory of your relationship. 

You still remembered it as if it had happened yesterday. You'd just gotten back from deployment, happy to be home at the beginning of summer, your favorite season. Maddie and Will were in the early stage of their romance, lots of longing glances and unsaid words, so you were starting to be around Will and Benny more frequently. The thing was—you had a thing for Benny since, well, ever. You just couldn't help it, guys who knew how to make you laugh were your downfall, and it was only a bonus that he was handsome as fuck and had eyes that made your parties drop. Suffice to say, Benny Miller was your dream guy, but he never made a move on you as seemed interested in you. It wasn't that you weren't brave enough to go for it—you just couldn't bear the possibility of being rejected by him, so you accepted your fate of liking him from afar. 

That night in particular, your first night back, the four of you were at your favorite bar to celebrate your Captain promotion—after four whole years in the Air Force, you finally had a helicopter to call your own. To say you were happy was to say the least; you were estatic. Your little brother would be proud of you. All drinks that night were on Maddie and the boys; you weren't a heavy drinker, but that night you let loose and really enjoyed yourself. And shit, you could swear Benny had never looked as good as he did that day. It didn't help that you hadn't had sex in a million years and he was basically sex on legs, nor did the fact that the trash bag of your ex, who cheated and dumped you through a phone call while you were overseas, had just walked in with his brand new girlfriend, the one who he cheated with. It served only to make you want Benny even more—he was so much more man than your ex, and you'd bet an arm that he was better at sex, too. You were sure of it, even though the only place he'd been recently (every night) was in your dreams. 

You were both drunk, you more than him. Maddie and Will had abandoned you already. You weren't sure how—maybe because of your sex deprived and lust-filled mind—, but the subject turned to sex, asking each other what sort of crazy things you'd already done. The thing in question was 69, which you'd never done, and Benny surprised you when he denied it, too.

And then, maybe it was the alcohol running through your veins, fogging your brain. Or how close he was and how good his perfume smelled. Or maybe you'd just had enough, so you said, taking a sip of your beer:

“I bet you know how to properly eat a girl out.”

You saw the moment his eyes darkened, one of his eyebrows raising up. He slowly placed his beer on the table. You didn’t breathe, feeling as if you were about to die while waiting for his reply. 

“Wanna find out, Captain Stratford?”

You were bracing yourself for a rejection, for him to say he wasn’t interested in you that way, anything but that. You definitely weren’t expecting that. He didn't ask, but you'd never had sex in a car before. Or had three orgasms on the same occasion that weren't self-induced before. But yeah, he was way better than your ex, and your dreams. 

But then it got awkward between you two afterwards. Sure, it was the best sex of your entire life, and sure, you'd love for it to happen again, but you weren't really sure how to treat Benny. So you tried to act as natural as possible and so did he, almost as if pretending that nothing had happened. Except it had, and every time you looked at him, you remembered it. Everytime you looked at his hands, you remembered how well he worked you up with those long fingers. Everytime you looked at his face, you remembered his beard glistening with your juices after he made you come twice with his lips alone. Whenever you saw him holding something, you remembered how good it felt to have those fingers wrapped around your throat while his cook hit every right spot, again and again. Safe to say, you were having a hard time focusing whenever he was around, and it made you wonder if the remembered it, too, when he looked at you, because sometimes you could swear he looked like he did. And sometimes... sometimes he looked at you the same way he did that very same might when he asked you that question. But then it faded as quickly as it came. So you tried to treat him like you used to, but for the past two years it seemed to have an elephant in the room with you, and you just didn't know what to do about it.

Truly, you'd already accepted that nothing would ever happen between you two again. But the moment Maddie told you all that, the gears in your brain started working. It was risky—what if he didn't like it? And honestly, why? It wasn't as if you really wanted him to get back with his ex... yeah, there was no rational motive you could come up with. At least no motives that weren't selfish. But then, still sitting at the driver’s seat in your car, you glimpsed your ex, wrapped around his current girlfriend—a new one, who looked suspiciously like you—by the pool, and that gave you the courage to go ahead with your plan. So that was how you found yourself in your current predicament. Exactly when Benny was awkwardly talking with his ex, still by the door, you called out his name and went to him, the surprise evident in his face. And then you kissed him.

This was the defining moment. You were scared of his reaction—and then he kissed you back, way more fiercely than you expected, his tongue slipping into your mouth, until the girl in front of you cleared her throat.

“And you are?” She asked, and the tone of her voice made you want to strangle her.

Instead, you took the jealousy and anger cursing through you and transformed into confidence, and you gave her your best smile.

“I'm Grace,” you replied, and you felt Benny's eyes on you. “Benny’s girlfriend.”

You didn't know what surprised you more: the giant scowl in her face, or one of his hands going around your body. 

“I'm sorry, what is it again? Pam, Tam?” You asked before she said a thing.

You knew damn well what her name was.

“Sam,” she replied through gritted teeth.

“Oh, that's right. Lovely to meet you.” You turned to him, dismissing her entirely. “Help with the bags?”

He nodded and gave her an apologetic look, before grabbing your hand (another surprise) and following you to your car. The moment you opened the trunk, he let go of your hand and you already missed the contact.

“What's going on?” He asked, confusion clouding his beautiful features.

You glanced around to make sure you were alone and tugged him closer.

“Look,” you whispered, “both our exes are here, and according to Maddie, you still like her. This way, you make her jealous, maybe win her back, and I rub it in his face that I landed someone way better than him.” His lips tugged up in the slightest shadow of a smirk. “What do you say?”

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until he replied.

“Huh. That's really smart,” he said, surprising you once again.

You expected him to say something more, but then he grabbed the bags and walked back towards the house.

And that was how you found yourself pretending to be Benny Miller's girlfriend for two weeks.

Would your heart survive those two weeks? Probably not.

by @reveriesources

➜ part two

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[reveluving]

so many amazing thots in my inbox, including a bunch for benny!! before I go into depth tho, can I just leave you guys with a quick one of my own 👉🏼👈🏼

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just imagine using your phone while laying on your stomach on the bed, occasionally talking and laughing with benny as he walks in and out of the bathroom to get ready for bed.

only, he's not necessarily ready to go to sleep.

your feel the bed dip at the foot of your bed, and as soon as you turn around, you're met with the sight of benny straddling your body, his frame easily hovering over yours with no issue.

"what're you watching, angel?"

"I... cat videos?" there was no way you could've responded without stuttering. he'd chuckle, nuzzling into your shoulder and letting out a sound of content like a feline of your own.

he'd place a hand on your back, not letting you turn your body around before whispering in your ear, "just keep watching."

like hell you could, but he wasn't going to continue unless you followed his orders, and so you did as you were told, though barely able to focus on the cute video or even the words on the screen.

he'd hold himself up with one arm, perched just beside your head while the other slowly slides under the hem of your shirt, feeling his smirk against your neck when his cold fingertips meet your body, undeniably heating up. he's already move your shirt up halfway, his hands alternating between rubbing your back and your sides.

his pesky hand couldn't deny moving further, not when he could feel the curve of your breast calling out to him. he eventually teases your nipple by flicking them, tutting when your arch your back before giving you what you want with a soft pinch.

but listen, this man's self control can only go so far, his limit finally reached when he hears your heavy breaths, too shy to ask him for more and instead, squirming and being the good girl you are. though, he'd rather lose to a lightweight than letting you come undone on the sheets.

knowing you're no longer focused on your phone, he'd turn it off, placing it on the nightstand before caging you to the mattress by your wrists, his lustful state finally taking over when he licks a stripe up your shoulder.

"let's play, angel."

#— reve's reverie 🌹 #this is hubby!benny obv #bcuz doting husband >>> #benny miller #benny miller x reader #benny miller x you #benny miller fanfic #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier #garrett hedlund #i love this man #so much 🧍🏻‍♀️

[growup-thatbeautiful]

where you go, i go

Tags: Benny Miller x Reader, Mentions of Trauma, Light Angst, Sleepy Mornings, Cuddles, Mentions of Violence, Clingy Reader

A/n: I missed Benny. thanks @princessmermaid1289 for the request!

Word Count: 1.5k

~*~

The thing is, Benny doesn’t always make it easy to leave for work in the morning. He works on his schedule at the gym, so he’s never in as much of a hurry as you are in the mornings. Which leads to its own problems.

Firstly, Benny is absolutely incorrigible in the mornings. He’s used to waking up early and getting ready to go, which can be fun when you’re prepared for it. You never would have thought that you would like having a boyfriend so full of energy and sunshine in the morning, but you’ve come to love how a grin lights up Benny’s face every morning that he sees you. It’s like he is always surprised to see you there like you might slip away in the night if he doesn’t hold you tight enough.

Secondly, Benny does absolutely nothing to discourage you in the mornings. So, when you wake up and don’t want to get out of bed, he’ll happily keep you beside him as long as he can. From whispered conversations in white bedsheets and morning breath-leaden kisses, Benny can’t seem to help you along with your morning routine. And if you do make it out of bed, he’s even worse. He’ll sneak up behind you and plant kisses along your neck exactly where he knows will make you weak, and that alone costs you at least 10 minutes.

Lastly, you have no desire to separate from him. Benny is comfort, safety, and home. It’s a wonder that you’re ever able to make it out of the house when his arms are so secure around you.

This morning specifically, though, it isn’t Benny’s fault that you’re running late. No, you can confidently say that you got yourself into the mess. You know better than to let Benny kiss you good morning with his hair tousled like that. His hands trace idle patterns into your skin, the chill of the air around you is nothing compared to the heat coming from Benny. You should know that once he starts, you melt for him, and then you’re stuck in his magnetism.

You’re right next to him while he brushes his teeth, leaning on his strong frame for support. When he finishes and makes his way into your tiny kitchen, you’re right behind him again, his calloused hand in yours. While he makes breakfast, scrambled eggs and toast, you make coffee, working silently in tandem. You know he likes sugar and milk in his coffee and he knows you need extra pepper in your eggs.

You can’t help but tug him close to you when you hand him his coffee, his hand automatically settling on the skin of your waist underneath the army t-shirt of his that you’re wearing. If it was anyone else, you would feel self-conscious, but that faded around Benny a long time ago. He kisses you again, his breath tasting like mint toothpaste, his free hand moving to cup your face gently. The sigh you let out into his mouth tells him just how deeply you want to be with him all day.

Benny grins at you when he pulls away, and he lightly sets the coffee mug down on the counter beside you. “Honey,” he laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist before tilting your face up to face him. “Why don’t you stay home?”

“I can’t just skip work every time I want to hang out with you,” you protest, leaning into his warmth easily. “As good as it sounds.”

“Why not?” Benny’s low voice resonates against your cheek as he pulls you in closer, his hand smoothing over your hair gently. “You could come to the gym with me and watch me train.” The usual cockiness is in his voice, but you know it’s a genuine offer. Plus, you would be a fool to give up a chance to watch him train.

“I can’t,” you say again, if only for argument's sake. Really, it never takes much convincing for you to stay with Benny. Not when he’s looking at you with those eyes.

“Then I’ll come to work with you,” he offers. “Cathy always says she wants to see more of me.” The boyish twinkle in his eyes is so hard to respond to without agreeing to everything he says.

“Cathy’s in love with you,” you bluntly state. “And she’s got claws to grab hold of you.”

“I’ll be careful,” he solemnly replies, trying to hide his grin unsuccessfully. “Where you go, I go.” Despite his grin, you can feel the gravity of his words. You know the weight of them; they’re more than an empty promise. When you first met Benny, he was a shadow of the man he is today. You don’t know all the details- he’ll tell you when he’s ready- but you know that something bad happened on a job he went on with Frankie, Santi, and Will. They came back without Tom and without anything to show for his death except for a trust fund and a starburst scar through Benny’s stomach.

But you also know that Benny made a promise to the guys. He lived a great part of his life sprinting to catch up to the space behind Will’s shadow. His whole life, he’s been following Will, the ever-devoted little brother.

First, he followed him onto the high-school football team. For years, the Miller name dominated their small town’s talk. Little Benny Miller was just as talented as his brother, a force on the field, and a gentleman too.

Then, he followed Will into the army. Head first, head down, headstrong. Benny, you know, didn’t think twice before signing his name on those papers so that he could do unspeakable, secret things in dark places of the world. Benny doesn’t talk about it a lot, and you don’t ever ask him to, but you know from the sleepless nights and the nightmare-ridden ones that the scars lining Benny’s body go deeper than the skin.

And though you’re sure it won’t be the last time, Benny finally followed Will into the jungle on that goddamn trip. They all lost things there, but from what you’ve heard from Frankie and Santi when Benny and Will go off together and come back with red eyes Benny lost a little bit of his light on that trip. He was- and still is- the most optimistic, selfless person you know. He’s always the first to crack a joke or give an easy smile, but there’s less behind his smile than there use to be sometimes. Maybe it can’t be fixed, maybe this is something that he has to go through on his own, but you’re not going to let him wander without something holding him to the ground and guiding him back home.

So when he says that he’ll go where you go, you know that it’s his way of telling you that today he needs you to be that person for him. Benny can’t simply ask for help when he needs it, it’s against his hardwiring. This is as close as he’s going to get, but you know him well enough to know to take the offering that he’s given you.

There are only so many people that Benny will follow. You don’t know if it’s coincidence or some deeper connection that made you feel how you feel on a day when Benny needs you, but you thank whatever it is.

“Okay,” you agree, running your hands along his arms. “I’ll stay home today. But you get to be the one to call my boss and tell her I’m sick.” It breaks your heart a little bit to see the surprised smile that fights its way to Benny’s face. For how long you’ve been dating, Benny doesn’t ever seem to think that you’ll stay when things get hard. You’ll just have to keep showing him.

“I’ll make it sound believable,” Benny promises. “And if I reach Cathy I’ll make sure to tell her hi.”

“You better not,” you warn, placing your hand on his cheek and tapping lightly. “Do you want me to call Will and the boys over?”

There’s no one else who knows Benny as well as you do. They’ve all been through hell together, so they can bring Benny out of anything.

Benny hums in consideration and grabs his quickly cooling coffee, taking a sip before he answers. “Make ‘em sweat. I’ll take some time with my girl before those assholes come and make a mess of it.”

“Okay,” you agree. “You have a phone call to make.”

“I guess I do.” Benny doesn’t seem quite convinced to let you go yet, and you can’t help but savor the moment. His arms around you, words whispered into the crown of your hair, the smell of his cologne filling your senses.

“Beny?” you mumble against his chest, and he looks at you, his expression honest and pure and everything that he is. “I think the eggs are burning.”

“I’ll make you some more,” he says, laugh lines around his eyes become more prominent. “Let’s just stay like this for a little while.”

You could never say no to that. For however many mornings you’re late to work, you think it’s worth it to have Benny there for you.

To be there for each other.

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[theewokingdead]

The Wiener of My Heart - Benjamin "Benny" Miller x Reader

Pairing: Benny x Reader (1st POV, no descriptions) Rating: T (blog is 18+) Summary: You and Benny are brought together by your mutual love of dogs. Word Count: 1.4k+ Warnings: Some cringe-worthy puns and innuendos, but it’s Benny so are you really surprised? Language. A/N: I saw a decal on a car in a grocery store parking lot that read “Sometimes I trip over my wiener.” I immediately thought “Benny would 100% have that on his car.” This is pure chaos, and I’m not sorry. Hopefully this doesn’t get lost in translation for anyone, but wiener = wiener dog = dachshund.

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I fucking hate grocery shopping. It’s one of those things I can’t seem to bring myself to do until I absolutely have to. There’s something about wandering through the endless aisles, searching for the things I need, finding the best price of those things, all while avoiding small talk that I find frustrating. It’s just not worth the hassle, the time, or the stress.

Today’s trip has been a nightmare; there are people everywhere, obstructing every turn and moving in all directions, and the shelves are being emptied as if the end of the world has just been announced.  I will not be surprised if I immediately hear the national alert system going off when I turn on my car.

God, please, if the world is ending let them be The Walking Dead zombies and not the fucking infected from The Last of Us.

I am on edge until I step out the doors and take a deep breath, the heavy, muggy air of Tampa somehow easier to breathe in than the air inside the stuffy store. I made it out alive, and so far, there aren’t any signs of any impending doom. I mean, no more than usual, considering Florida is a dumpster fire on a normal day.

I push the cart to my car, unlock the trunk, and rapidly load the groceries, eager to get home and pour myself a glass of much-deserved wine. I’m only halfway through when I turn and happen to catch sight of the most striking man walk out of the store, several grocery bags in each hand. He is tall, with broad shoulders and strong arms that seem to effortlessly carry the weight of the groceries. The sleeves of his jacket are rolled up enough to see his forearms flex with each step he takes. Something about him oozes rugged charm, and it’s impossible to not be captivated by him.

Fuck, he’s cute.

The man moves in my direction, and I quickly shift my focus and get back to loading my car. I watch out of the corner of my eye as the man approaches the Jeep parked beside me, shifting his bags to unlock it and and lift up the back window. My heart beats a million miles a minute, but I try to ignore it, figuring he’s too far out of my league.

He’s probably a douche anyway, I tell myself, trying to keep from being disappointed when he doesn’t even acknowledge my existence.

Unexpectedly, I hear a deep, quiet laugh, then a smooth, sultry voice speaks, “I’d rather be playing with my wiener too.”

My stomach twists, making me feel sick. The fuck did he just say?

“Excuse me?” I question, whipping toward the stranger faster than I thought humanly possible. My nose scrunches with disgust. The fucking audacity of this man. He’s not just a douche, but a fucking creep - which is a shame because up close this man is gorgeous. His blue eyes are like two pools of sapphire, glistening in the sunlight. A pair of sunglasses hang on the neck of his shirt, pulling it down just enough to reveal hair on his chest. Strands of blond hair peek out from underneath his hat, which he’s sporting backwards – a telltale sign of being a total douche.

I should’ve known.

However, the man seems to immediately regret what he said, his growing wide, cheeks as red as a traffic light.

“Oh shit! I-I didn’t mean it like that,” he exclaims, tripping over every word. “I meant…” He gestures toward my rear passenger window, which I know has a decal featuring the words “I’d rather be playing with my wiener” along with the silhouette of a dachshund. “I have one too,” he clarifies, pointing to his bumper, a sticker with a similar picture and the words “I trip over my wiener.”

My cheeks warm as realization settles over me. “Oh!” I exclaim, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. “I am so sorry! I thought you were-”

“An asshole?” he finishes for me, to which I breath out a “Yeah” with a small giggle. He chuckles awkwardly, reaching to grab the bill of his hat and pulling it off his head. While running his fingers through his tussled hair, he flips his hat around then puts it back on. “Yeah… Sorry. I didn’t exactly think that one through. Not my finest conversation starter.”

“It’s okay,” I assure him, offering him a genuine smile. “Don’t worry about it, uh-” I suddenly remember that I don’t know his name.

“Benny,” he replies, offering his hand to me.

“Benny,” I reply, repeating his name aloud once while it plays in my head like a beautiful song. I give him my own name, and as I shake his large hand, my mind immediately drifts to how his touch would feel on other parts of my skin. The thought of his hands exploring every inch of my body sends shivers down my spine. As I reluctantly release his hand, I can’t help but long for a moment when his touch could be more than just a fleeting gesture.

“Do you think maybe I could see your wiener?” Though my voice sounds meet, the sly smile spreading across my face shows that I’m well aware of what I’m doing.

“Right here? Right now?” Benny questions, pretending to be appalled by the notion, clearly playing along.

“Right now,” you demand. “Show me see your wiener.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a smile.

Fuck, the things those two words make me feel.

After reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he whips out his phone and swipes across the screen with his thumb. Within seconds, he’s showing me a picture of a beautiful black and brown dog, sporting short legs and a long torso.

“This is Beanie.”

My eyes flick up to him. “Beanie the Weenie?”

“Sir Beanie the Weenie of House Teenie, actually,” he clarifies, trying to sound so matter-of-fact.

“Oh,” I gasp, trying to sound impressed. “I had no idea you know the star of Game of Bones.”

Benny lets out a boisterous laugh, sparkles in his eyes, seeming both shocked and thrilled by my parody. “Fuck! Yes! That’s exactly what I was going for!”

Smiling, I look back at his screen, watching as he swipes to another picture, then another.

“You know, I don’t show just anyone my wiener,” Benny admits after several moments of silence. “I hope he doesn’t disappoint.”

I snort. “Not at all. He’s very cute.”

Chuckling, he tucks his phone back into his pocket, then gestures to me. “I showed you mine, so why don’t you show me yours?”

“It’s only fair,” I reply, reaching for my phone. Happily, I show him a photo of my brown long-haired dachshund. “Her name is Leia”

“Like from Star Wars?” he questions, a hint of excitement in his tone.

“Well, actually…” I pull my phone back and quickly find a photo from last Halloween. I show him the picture of my dog in a Leia costume, fake buns and all, which causes Benny to bust out in a fit of laughter.

“Okay. You win! Your wiener is way cooler than mine.”

I shrug nonchalantly. “A princess does outrank a knight, so…”

He chuckles, and a giggle escapes my lips.

“Maybe we can set up a playdate?” I suggest.

“Yeah, absolutely,” Benny replies. “Maybe we can set one up for the dogs too?” He looks up from my screen to meet my gaze, the corner of his lips rising into a small smile. Fuck, his eyes are mesmerizing. They’re the kind that make you feel like you’re the only person in the room, as if he’s seeing into my soul and understanding me without even uttering a word. I could stare into them for hours, lost in their piercing blue beauty.

I smile, feeling my cheeks warm once again. “I’d like that.”

We exchange numbers and part with the promise that we’ll be in touch soon. While walking toward my car door, I feel a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold. Grabbing a hold of the handle, I pause, then look over at Benny as he climbs into his seat. Looking at him makes me feel calm, as if all my worries melt away in his presence. I almost don’t want to let him leave.

“Hey,” I call, grabbing his attention before he can close the door of his Jeep. “Make sure you play with your wiener for me when you get home.” Casting him a wink, I climb into my seat, satisfied by the pink that’s rising in his cheeks as he casts a shy smile.

I’m pretty sure a stranger just stole my heart in a Publix parking lot. But what can I say? Benny has one incredible-looking wiener, and that makes me weak.

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[brewsterispunkk]

sunshine state

EPILOGUE

pairing: benny miller x f!reader

WC: 1.4k

summary: the end.

A/N: thank you so much for being here. ily.

EPILOGUE

You took a nervous breath, smoothing your hands down the satin fabric falling over your legs.

The dress was long—longer than you normally would like. But, it was a wedding, after all.

You fisted the smooth fabric in your hands, willing your heart rate to slow. It was ridiculous that the nerves were getting to you like this. Then again, you never liked being the center of attention.

Across the room, in front of the large vanity, you heard Everett’s booming laugh from where he stood with the rest of the bridal party.

You smiled to yourself, Everett’s carefree mood lifting your own.

You could do this, you thought to yourself.

Your palms felt sticky and clammy. You hated that you were second-guessing this. It was the easiest “yes” you’d ever given in your life. You’d barely even thought when he’d asked you. And now, you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Hey,” Everett’s smiling face pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Just a little nervous.”

“A little?” He raised an eyebrow.

“A lot nervous.” You relented.

“Why?” He laughed.

“I don’t know,” You scratched the skin of your wrist, not liking the way his eyes saw right through you. “I just don’t like the idea of everyone’s eyes on me.”

“You’ll be fine,” he squeezed your shoulder. “It’s a cake-walk. Just do what you did at the rehearsal.”

“You mean when I almost threw up all over Benny’s shoes?”

It hadn’t been pretty; You were pretty sure Pope almost had a heart-attack when he saw how nervous you’d gotten. He’d practically planned the whole wedding.

“You were fine,” Everett rolled his eyes. “Just do what Will told you.”

“To picture everyone naked?”

“No,” Everett shook your shoulders slightly. “Just look at Benny.”

You hummed, still not feeling sure.

“Or better yet, look at me,” he winked at you. “I have to finish getting ready. We got, like, thirty minutes.”

You nodded, turning to the mirror.

It was about five minutes later when you heard the quiet tap on the door to the back-room in the church.

“Who is it?”

You heard the shuffling of feet on the other side and smirked to yourself, already knowing who it was.

“Ben, is that you?”

“...Maybe.”

“Is that Ben?” Everett called from over his shoulder. “Tell him to get the hell out! It’s bad luck!”

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Ev.” Benny called through the door.

You giggled.

“I don’t care. Tradition is tradition.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Everett, who tossed you an obstinate look.

“What do you need, babe?” You asked through the door.

“Hey baby,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice. Even after all this time, it made your stomach flip.

“Oh, save it!” Everett called. “Why are you here?”

“Uh, about that,” Benny coughed. “I need help with my tie.”

You snorted to yourself.

“The same tie you told me you could handle yourself this morning when I tried to help you?”

Benny sighed from the other side of the door.

“Yeah.”

Everett sighed and came to stand beside you.

“I don’t care, Miller! You aren’t coming in here.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll do it. I’ll tie it in the hallway.”

“But–”

“He won’t step foot in here. I’ll be two seconds. It’s fine.”

Everett sighed, placated.

“Fine. But you get five minutes.”

“I’ll be less than that. I promise.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, before crossing back to the others on the other side of the room. You smiled, opening the door and slipping out. You quietly shut the door, before jumping at the presence in front of you.

You bumped into the hard wall of muscle that was Benny Miller nearly as soon as you set foot out the door. You hadn’t been expecting him to be that close.

You stumbled backwards, nearly hitting your head on the door, before Benny’s warm hands caught you around the waist and pulled you until your front was pressed to his.

“Woah, sorry.” you breathed, hands finding his biceps.

His cologne invaded your senses and you felt nearly every seed of anxiety from before melt away.

“Holy,” Benny sounded reverent and your eyes snapped to his.

His blue-green eyes were wide and his lips were parted as he ran his eyes up your figure. His tie hung untied around his neck, the rest of his tux buttoned and ironed to perfection. He looked perfect, your boy.

Your boy. No matter how much time had passed, your heart still leapt at being able to call him that.

“What?” You asked at his dumbstruck expression, eyebrows jumping to your hairline. “Do I have something on my—”

You were cut off by Benny’s lips on yours.

You gasped, and his tongue dipped into your mouth, parting your lips as he kissed you deeper. His hands slid down from your waist to your ass, grabbing. You bent into him, sighing. Though you’d only been apart for a few hours, it was still too long.

After a moment, Everett’s muffled voice from inside broke you apart. He was speaking to one of the photographers. Suddenly, you remembered what you were supposed to be doing.

“Mm,” you mumbled as you broke apart. “Benny, I’m supposed to be helping you with your tie–”

“Everyday I wake up and wonder how I got so lucky.” The words were breathless as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You smiled fondly, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Hmm, where’s this coming from?”

He shook his head against yours, before sighing and pulling back. He pressed his lips in between your brows and kissed you there.

“You look stunning.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“God, I love you so much.”

You threw your head back and laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his body to yours in a hug. You swayed there for a minute.

“Feeling sentimental, Mr. Miller?”

He hummed against your neck, before a pounding to the door made you both jump.

“Hurry up! We’ve got twenty minutes!”

You sighed, brushing his hair away from his forehead.

“Here, let me.”

You busied yourself with his tie while his eyes remained firmly on you.

“You look rather dashing today yourself, Mr. Miller.”

“That so?” He smirked at you and you felt yourself get giddy. He could get you to do anything when he smiled at you like that.

“Mmmhmm.” you hummed, pulling him to you with his tie. He closed his eyes, expecting a kiss, but instead you just whispered, “see you out there.”

Before he knew what was happening, you were back inside the room, the door shutting in his face.

- - - -

“I do,” Everett smiled through his tears as the priest pronounced him and Santi as husbands.

You brushed a stray tear away from your own cheek as you watched them: two of your best friends, your found family, pledge their lives to each other.

On Santi’s side of the aisle stood his groomsmen: Everett’s two brothers, Will, Frankie, and, of course, Benny. You’d wept when Everett had asked you to be one of his bridesmaids—or, groomsmaids as he called you.

Your eyes caught Benny’s through the crowd’s applause at the new couple.

He was blinking away tears of his own through his smile.

The two of you swayed slowly in the crowded dance hall.

Your face was pressed to his shoulder, the cotton of his button-up soft against your cheek. Benny had long since ditched his tux jacket and had since rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. His arms were wrapped around your waist as you swayed.

Over his shoulder, Frankie and Mari danced, their foreheads pressed together as they whispered to themselves. To your side, Everett danced with his mother, and beside him, Santi danced with Alma, who had just turned three and was their flower girl. She giggled into her uncle’s shoulder as he spun her. Everett looked upon them with a placated smile.

Suddenly, the ring on your left ring finger felt heavier than ever. You couldn’t wait to walk down the aisle to him. Your whole life, you’d been terrified of making the wrong choice in a life partner. You’d been scared you’d choose wrong, or worse: you’d settle. Looking at Benny now, you knew that wasn’t possible.

He was it for you—he always had been.

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