#garrett hedlund fanfiction

[rhoorl]

Delta Landscaping Extra: After

Pairing: Benny x OFC Vanessa

Word Count: 1k

Masterlist | Delta Landscaping Masterlist | Benny Miller Masterlist

Summary: This little extra immediately follows the events of Chapter 16 of Delta Landscaping. We learn how Benny and Vanessa spent the rest of their night following their first kiss. We also get a little glimpse at Lucille’s party.

Warnings: Yearning; masturbation (m and f); mention of drinking; alternating POVs; David comes with his own warning (iykyk).

A/N: This is probably the shortest thing I’ve ever written. And also the quickest I’ve gone from “I’m writing something” to “I’m posting it” lol. With that being said, it is lightly edited.

Marcus felt a buzz in his pocket. Setting his drink down, he fished out his phone from his back pocket. He had a notification from his Ring camera after it sensed movement on the front porch. He figured it was just Vanessa returning home, but he clicked to see the live feed just to be sure, smiling when he saw Vanessa’s back to the camera and Benny standing in front of her with his head thrown back in laughter. 

“What’re you looking at babe,” Victoria came up next to her husband, peering over his shoulder at his phone. “Oh my gosh! Look at the way he’s looking at her!” She squealed.

“The way who is looking at who?” David asked as he came up on the other side of Marcus. “Ohhh shit, are they about to kiss? Have they kissed yet?”

The commotion caught Will’s attention and soon everyone was huddled around Marcus’ phone as they watched Benny nervously approach Vanessa, running a hand through his hair and biting his bottom lip as he looked at her. As he walked up closer to her everyone got quiet.

“C’mon, Ben, just do it,” Will whispered to himself. 

When Benny brought his hand up to cup Vanessa’s face, his thumb caressing her cheek, David gasped loudly, prompting Ty to shush him. Victoria’s grip tightened on Marcus’ bicep as she saw Benny wet his bottom lip and bring his face closer to Vanessa. When their lips finally touched everyone erupted in cheers, clinking bottles and glasses together.

“He finally did it!” Will smirked.

“We should probably leave them alone, don’t you think babe?” Victoria winked.

David left and quickly returned to the group, a bottle of rum in hand, “Shots to celebrate anyone?”

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Vanessa couldn’t fall asleep as she lay on her bed, her mind spinning and her stomach still full of butterflies. Kissing Benny was everything she hoped it would be. It was soft, romantic, and sweet, but there was a little edge there too, like if they truly had time and privacy it would have quickly escalated to more. And the notion of “more” suddenly floods her thoughts….thinking of how he would feel, how gentle he would be until she told him not to be.

She unlocked her phone, scrolling through photos from the party, stopping at one David took of her and Benny. She pinched the screen, making Benny a bit larger so she could appreciate all of the details. His hair, his smile, his bright blue eyes, the way the short sleeves of his button-down hugged his biceps. She worked her way to his chest, taking in all the undone buttons, revealing his tanned chest underneath, the little patch of hair, and the pendant from his chain nestled neatly on top. Her pulse quickened and she took a deep breath as she looked further down, noticing how his hand gripped her waist. She wished she could feel him now, feel how his fingers would dig into her flesh.

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Benny unbuttoned his shirt, his jeans quickly following suit as he slipped into bed. His face hurt from grinning something he hadn’t stopped doing from the moment Vanessa closed the door. It felt like he was floating on a cloud as he walked home.

 As he lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, he started to replay the night, remembering how Vanessa smelled, how beautiful she looked when she smiled, how comfortable she felt in his arms, how soft her lips felt when they finally kissed. Turning on his side and feeling a cold spot next to him on the bed, he wished she was there next to him. Suddenly, his mind replayed her soft moans as he remembered how she trembled when he kissed down her neck. He wished he could have kept going. 

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It had been longer than Vanessa cared to remember since she had given herself time and permission to chase her release. But Benny had unlocked something in her. Something that she hadn’t felt in years – beautiful, appreciated, and seen. It all made her so giddy…and a bit feral too. For far too long she swore off sex, too damaged from letting herself get hurt over and over again by a self-sabotaging brown-eyed man. But Benny was different. She wanted him and her body wanted him too. As her hand descended under the waistband of her underwear and further down, she closed her eyes and arched her back slightly as she felt how wet she was. 

She remembered the way his stubble felt against her neck as he trailed kisses down, how he licked across her collarbone. She covered her mouth with her other hand to stifle her whimper, wishing it was Benny’s hand teasing her folds and circling her clit instead. She thought of his mouth descending, making its way down her body, finding its home between her legs. She longed to tug on his hair, hearing how he’d react. Her breath quickened as she felt that coil tighten, knowing she was close to that feeling she loved so much, forgetting how much she craved it. It wasn’t much longer until she reached that pinnacle, gasping for breath as she came down from the high. A smile lingered on her face as she drifted off to sleep.

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Earlier in the night, Benny struggled to keep himself together. Pressed up against Vanessa, his hands trailing down her sides, resisting the urge to squeeze her ass, he willed himself to not get too excited. But now, finally alone in his room, in his bed, it didn’t take long enough for him to get rock hard. He spat into his hand, his breath shaky as he dragged his hand up and down his length, wishing it was Vanessa’s hand instead…or her mouth…or…something else he really wanted.

He had been so keyed up all night, that he knew it wouldn’t take long. He unlocked his phone, scrolling back to a photo of Vanessa from the bar they went to after their bowling date. Seeing her and how she looked at him was what he needed. He grunted as he drained his spend across his stomach, taking deep breaths as he relaxed. He cleaned himself off and rolled over his mind finally calmed down enough for him to fall asleep as he looked forward to seeing her tomorrow.

#benny miller fanfiction #benny miller #ben miller #miller monday #garrett hedlund fanfiction #delta landscaping #triple frontier

[dameronscopilot]

filled

benny miller x f!reader

word count: 700+

content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, mutual masturbation, reference to oral sex, praise kink, a hint of spit kink, benny miller's dirty mouth, messy creampie

a/n: this is quite literally nothing but plotless filth based on this post, because @theewokingdead requested elaboration on the matter ✨

Benny’s gaze is hooded as he turns his head toward where you’re sitting tucked into the corner of the couch, intently watching while you slide your middle finger through your slick folds. Feet planted on the cushions, your thighs fall open wider as you play with your slit, back arching at the sensation, and the corner of Benny’s mouth quirks upward. Biting his bottom lip, he rolls his hips, groaning roughly as he switches from lazily stroking his cock to fucking his fist with fervor.  

His head falls back against the couch, and you clench at the sight of the defined muscles in his thighs tensing up with each firm, jerking thrust. Sticky arousal drips from your cunt and onto the cushion below while you slide two fingers into your tight entrance, eyes falling shut at the thought the way it feels when Benny fucks your needy hole like that while you bounce in his lap—hands tightly digging into your sides, his mouth latched onto your tits, balls slapping against skin with each snap of his hips. His deep, raspy tone when he murmurs, “That’s my fucking girl,” when the taut band within you finally snaps, fucking you through the tidal wave of your orgasm as you gush on his cock.

Your eyes fly back open immediately at the distinct sound of Benny spitting, and a wave of desperation crawls up your spine, the Pavlovian response making your pussy ache with need. The wet squelch of your digits in your plush heat meets the sounds of Benny’s saliva-soaked palm furiously pumping up and down his length, and suddenly, your fingers aren’t enough.

Not that they ever are compared to the feeling of Benny’s fat dick splitting you open.

“Put one more in for me, baby,” Benny instructs, watching you with rapt attention as a small whine escapes your throat while you stretch yourself open with a third finger.

All you can think of is crawling toward him across the couch on your hands and knees, arousal dripping down your thighs as you part your lips for him. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of his shaft, dribbling over his fingers, and your mouth waters at the sight of his thick, flushed cock, his balls tight and aching for release. You want to feel him pulsing between your hollowed cheeks as he comes down your throat so hard you nearly choke on it. 

He’ll flip you onto your back afterward, hands grasping your ass as he laps broad, messy strokes along your sex until you’re a trembling, whimpering mess. 

Knowing Benny, he’ll probably lay there between your spread legs, softly groaning and mouthing at your soaked, overstimulated cunt until his cock is hard again—hard enough to fuck you stupid.

—but right now, he clearly has other plans.

Benny quickly changes positions, shifting so that he’s leaning over you, one hand braced on the back of the couch as he strokes his cock over your stomach. And as he looks down at you, chest heaving, blonde hair mussed and sticking up in every direction, all it takes is one stray thought of how he’s about to come all over your tits for the dam of pleasure swirling in your abdomen to burst open. His lips slot against yours as you ride out your orgasm, swallowing down each and every one of your breathy moans. 

“Take your fingers out,” Benny instructs, dick still heavy against his palm as he continues to jerk himself off.

The moment you pull your sticky digits from your cunt, they’re immediately replaced by the thick stretch of Benny’s cock plunging inside of you right to the hilt the moment it begins to pulse with his climax. 

“This is where my cum belongs,” he groans, kissing you again. “Right in this pretty little pussy.”

And you can’t help but press harder into him at his words, your clit beginning to throb again at the feeling of his cum spilling inside of you. 

“Gonna come for me again, baby? Right on my dick?”

Benny swiftly reaches between your bodies, rubbing circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves until another orgasm wracks through your limbs. The sounds are downright obscene as you whine and moan while you rock into him, inner thighs soaked with the egregious amount of cum dripping from your hole.

“Fuck,” Benny breathes out, voice rough as he kisses you hard. “That’s my good girl.”

#benny miller x reader #benny miller #ben miller x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #garrett hedlund fanfiction

[rayslittlekitten]

Want It

A/N: Don't look at me. This spilled out of me. This takes place before the movie, even before Annie. Not beta'd.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 3,913

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Campbell x Student F! Reader (she is 18)

Plot: Your dream of confessing your feelings to your tutor turns out to be a nightmare.

WARNINGS: non-con/rape, dubcon/coercion, obsession/stalker vibes, age gap, power dynamics/imbalance, mindfuck/gaslighting, blackmail, assault, degradation/humiliation, name-calling, praising, creampie, non-consensual photos, restraint, faceslapping, unprotected PiV, oral sex (F receiving)

DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT

GIF by @giveintogarrett

Today's the day. You can't wait to tell your tutor the great news and while on the way home from school, you were so nervous and excited. You also decided today is the day you're going to confess your feelings for him since it's your last session. Knowing that the house would be empty during this time, you took advantage of the opportunity. After checking yourself in the mirror, you head downstairs to the sitting room where he's looking through his notes.

"Hi, Ethan. Sorry, just had to freshen up a bit," you apologize as you walk over to him with an extra pep in your step.

"It's no problem," he smiles politely.

You sit down next to him and he scoots over to accommodate you.

"So how was school?" he asks, shifting his attention to you.

"It was great," you smile at him.

"Oh, yeah?" he starts, adjusting his glasses and looking at you expectantly. "So...?"

You both stare at each other for a few moments until you finally break the suspense lingering.

"I passed! I'm graduating!" You squeal in excitement, bouncing in your seat.

"That's amazing!" Ethan reacts with equal excitement. "Congratulations!" 

His arms spread wide open as he stands up and you do the same, stepping into his space and wrapping your arms around his torso for a full body hug. You hold him a bit tighter and longer, smelling his chest.  

"I knew you could do it, kiddo."

With your arms still around him, you pull back to look up at him. He curiously tilts his head looking back at you.

"What is it?" he asks, a bit concerned.

"There's... there's also something else I want to tell you."

"Okay," he nods, releasing you. "Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, of course," you sputter, letting your arms fall to the side and shifting your weight from one leg to the other. "Um..."

You look down at your loafers trying to conjure up the courage to tell him.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I won't judge you," he says.

You look up at his sincere and comforting face and flash him a tight-lipped smile. Glancing behind you, you shuffle over back to the couch to sit down and Ethan follows. With his hands folded on his lap, he waits patiently. You take a deep breath and sit up straight, puffing out your chest.

"Ethan, I like you," you finally tell him, letting out a breath of relief, but you hold your breath again when he doesn't respond. 

He looks back at you with a blank expression and slight tilt to the head.

"Well, I like you too, kiddo. You're one of my best students," he says casually, relaxing into the couch. 

You try to read his face and body language and realize he misunderstood you.

"N-no, I mean... like like."

Ethan stiffens.

"I've always thought you were so cute and handsome and kind and sweet. You always listen and know the right things to say," you smile, and turn your face away suddenly feeling shy. 

You've had a crush on him since you first met him in the beginning of the school year. He's older than you. Not in an “old enough to be your father” kind of way, but his beard, brow rim glasses and slicked back hair makes him appear older than he is, which you prefer. He's so attentive to you and makes you feel special. Biting your lower lip, you gaze up at him from under your lashes. Ethan adjusts himself on the couch and clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. You frown when he doesn't react in a way you had hoped.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable--" you start to apologize.

"N-no!" Ethan cuts in. "I just... wasn't expecting this."

Feeling brave, you scoot closer to him and cautiously put your hand on his knee. He looks down at your hand and then back up at your face. 

"You're not like the boys at school, not like Ben. You know how to treat a lady."

His attention shifts back down to your hand when it slowly slides up his thigh.

"Ben? Your boyfriend?" Ethan asks.

"Ex," you shake your head and continue to inch higher, but he doesn't budge.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm overstepping." Feeling dejected, you pull your hand away and stand up to walk away.

"Wait!" 

You feel Ethan's long, thick fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back down. You look back at him and notice a flicker in his eyes.

"I have a confession too," he starts and you give him your undivided attention. "I like you too," he flashes a warm smile. "Like like."

Your face lights up and you give him a smile so wide, it hurts your face.

"I think you're cute too," he compliments. "You're smart, always so eager and excited to learn. You have this bubbly personality with this infectious laugh, yet also so adorably shy and innocent." 

He scoots closer to you and your heart beats faster. He brings a hand up and caresses your cheek with his thumb. Your face gets hot at his touch and you look away again.

"I'm not that innocent." You look back at him coyly, now knowing the feelings are mutual.

Ethan is caught off guard when you climb onto his lap, straddling him and then pressing your lips over his. He freezes up for a moment but then you feel him kissing you back. You smile against his lips and deepen it. His muscles relax as he continues to make out with you. You flinch when you feel Ethan's hand grabbing your ass under your skirt so with your hands, you move his to your waist without breaking contact. His hands wander again and you shift uncomfortably on his lap, but then you feel him slide his hand to your front under your skirt and you flinch again.

"Wait, Ethan, s-slow down," you breathe out and then put your hands on his chest to try to put a little distance between you two, but he pushes you down onto the couch and smashes his mouth against yours.

His hand reaches between your legs again and you try to push his hand away.

"Ethan-"  you let out a nervous chuckle and try to squirm away, but he follows you.

“Don’t be shy,” he tells you, reaching under your skirt again.

“Okay, Ethan, stop.” You push away from him again, more firmly this time, but he pins your hands above your head and your body against the couch, feeling his erection poking you.

"Stop being a fucking tease," Ethan growls, hovering his face above yours.

You freeze, staring back up at him, shocked at his aggression.

"Don't be all coy now. You think I don't notice when you purposely crossing and uncrossing your legs, flashing me your panties, showing what you're wearing underneath your rolled up uniform skirt?" With one large hand holding down your wrists, the other hand caresses the top of your thigh under your skirt.

"Or how about dropping something in front of me and bending over so I can see your ass and the outline of your pussy lips under that tight thong? Hm?"

You don't respond. You simply look away, dodging his uncomfortable gaze when he leans into you but his face follows yours, forcing you to acknowledge him. 

"Just the other day, you tripped and fell on my lap."

"T-that was an accident," you quickly explain.

"Yeah, sure it was," he jabs. "Was it also an accident when you rubbed your ass against my crotch?"

"I-I was trying to get off of you. I was in an awkward position--"

You stiffen and your thighs clamp together tight when you feel his hand forcing his way up until his fingertips brush against the front of your underwear.

"Fuck, are you wet already?" he asks, impressed. 

Your body is still tense and he senses it.

"Don't be nervous. I promise to be gentle," he assures you, planting a tender kiss on your cheek.

You feel his fingers start rubbing you and you buckle your knees when he runs them over your clit.

"You like how that feels?" he asks, drawing lazy circles around your clit, making your hips twitch.

You're conflicted. You did want to go all the way with Ethan, but after seeing this side of him, you're not so sure anymore. You have dreamt about this day many many times, but this is not how you ever imagined it. 

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I know you're enjoying this. Why else would your panties be so soaked?" he says as he continues to tease you. "You're right about not being so innocent."

"I-I'm a virgin," you quickly throw out, hoping maybe he'll ease up.

"Don't fucking lie to me," he spits out and you recoil. "I know you're not a virgin. I saw you and that boy - was that Ben? - in your bedroom on your 18th birthday party, which frankly, I wasn't sure why I was even invited in the first place but now I know. I don't know if you purposely left the door ajar or you were careless, but I saw you bent over on your bed getting fucked so hard and..." A guttural noise emits from his throat. "I'll admit, I got so jealous, but since then, every night I've jerked off to you, imagining how tight and soft your pussy probably feels."    

You swallow hard as you stare back at him in complete fear. You're hoping someone comes home soon, but you know it wouldn't be for at least another hour and unfortunately, Ethan probably does too. He knows the schedule and it's been consistent for the last ten months. 

"I bet your mouth is soft too," he adds, his gaze landing on your mouth. You gasp when he uses his knee to shove your leg apart and then cups your pussy, rubbing you harder through your underwear. 

"Gosh, you're just getting wetter by the minute," he says. "I wanna taste you."

Ethan releases your wrists and as he moves down your body, you scramble away, but he quickly grabs your ankle and pulls you back in under his body and holds you down.

"The more you resist, the more rough I'll have to get. It's up to you how you want it. It makes no difference to me, but I do have to admit that the struggling makes it a little more fun," he smirks. "You're a good girl, right?"

"P-please don't hurt me," you plead.

"Shh, shh, no, I'm not gonna hurt you," he consoles you, nudging his nose against your temple, placing butterfly kisses on your face. "I promise you're gonna like it. Now stay put or I'm gonna have to restrain you."

You stay still as he makes his way down your body again. You look away when he lifts up your pleated skirt. He grabs each side of your soaked thong and peels it off of you, then down over your hips and legs.

"Well, look at that. No fuzz at all. Did you shave your pussy just for me?" he looks up at you, flattered. "Or are you always this pretty?"

You ignore his questions and focus on something, anything in the room to distract you as he spreads your thighs, your knee high socks and shoes dangling on each side of his shoulders. Your body betrays you when you let out a moan, feeling his mouth on you. His tongue expertly plays with your folds and alternately darts the tip inside you. Your hips buck when he starts sucking on your clit. You look down between your legs and make eye contact with Ethan. His darkened eyes frighten you. His whole mouth is latched on to you and his beard tickles your smooth lips and inner thighs.

"You taste so sweet," he says. "Just like you."

He plants a kiss on your pussy and then slides his middle finger inside you. You squirm but he lays his forearm across your hips to hold you down and insert a second finger. He pumps them in and out of you and goes back to using his mouth, lapping at your juices. His fingers dig deep, stroking you in places that are turning you on more, especially with the combination of the pressure of his soft tongue on your sensitive clit. You look away again and try to think about something else, something to block out what's being done to you, but you can't ignore the warm coil in your belly. You were told to always trust your gut but the knots you're feeling are a combination of fear and arousal and you don't know what to make of it.

Your back arches off the couch when you feel your g-spot getting stroked and the coil quickly tightening.

"Ethan!" You look down at him. "S-stop!"

But he ignores you and continues to jam his fingers into you while licking your clit, watching you thrash about. You reach down and shove his face away as you wiggle back. He adjusts his glasses as he looks back at you. Bracing yourself, expecting him to blow up on you, but instead you're met with a wide smile. 

"So you're gonna make me work for it, huh?"

You both stare at each other for a few beats, unmoved, watching to see who will make the next move. Taking your chances, you suddenly leap off the couch and head for an escape, but Ethan quickly launches himself at you and you barely take three steps.

"Ah ah! Where do you think you're going?" 

Ethan hooks his arms around your torso, lifting you up as you kick and scream.

"You like the teasing and the chase, don't you?" He grunts into your ear. "Just like a slut!"

He throws you back down on the couch and straddles your hips.

"You feel this?" He grabs your hand and places it over his crotch where you can feel his erection.

You try to pull your hand back but he grips you tighter, forcing you to touch him. 

"You did this.  And every time you fighter back harder, it just makes me want to fuck you even more. So you're only doing this to yourself, sweetheart. You wanted this," he states.

Your chin starts trembling as a tear leaks out from the corner of your eye.

"Shh, no, don't cry. I promise I'm gonna take care of you."

He reaches down to caress your face, wiping the tears away. You slap his hand away and try to hit him, but he pushes your wrists away and then backhands you across the face.

"Look what you made me do!" His jaw twitches. "I don't want to hurt you, okay? But you're leaving me no choice." 

He forcefully turns you over and you cry out when he yanks your arms behind your back. While holding your wrists together with one hand, the other starts undoing his belt. When he successfully gets it off, he binds you with it. He then positions you on your belly and pulls your hips back so you're on your knees with your ass up and face down.

"Would you look at that?" he says in awe.

You cringe when he lets out a groan of pleasure. You hear him moving behind you and your eyes get wide hearing a zipper.

"You don't have to do this," you tell him. 

"Oh, yes I do. You wanted this."

"No!" you cry out when he shoves himself inside you.

He hisses as he takes a moment to get used to you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grits.

He starts thrusting in and out of you, going faster and harder with each stroke.

"God, you feel so fucking good. This is better than I imagined." 

"It hurts!" you cry out.

"Relax, sweetheart. If you relax, it won't hurt," he tells you.

"Please..." you beg. "Ow!"

He moans as he pounds into you from behind, holding your bound arms for leverage. Your skirt bounces, flashing the curve of your ass with every push. You feel the uncomfortable pressure of his cock against your cervix each time he goes in, but the sensation starts to evolve to pleasure with each stroke. Your hips stutter when Ethan's fingertips start playing with your clit again.

"You're so. fucking. wet!" He punctuates each word with a deep thrust and that warm coil returns, making you rock your hips back a little. 

You're now confused at how your body is reacting because it doesn't align with how you're feeling right now. Each time he pushes in, you feel so delightfully full and crave more, but at the same time, you feel so disgusted and terrified. Maybe he's right. Maybe you do want this and did ask for it. You were the one who initiated this whole thing after all. You baited him, teased him, even climbed onto his lap like a desperate whore. And you're enjoying every second of it. Why else would his cock feel so good inside of you? Why else would you feel an orgasm building?

You arch your back a little more, stick your ass out a little higher, spread yourself a little wider for him. Feeling your body relax under his hands, he kneads your hips.

"That's it, take it like a good girl. You know you love it. You've been wanting this for so long." 

You flinch when he spanks your hip. 

"Get on your back," he commands after pulling out. He grips your upper arms to turn you over. 

"You're hurting me!" you tell him, feeling his fingers digging so firmly into your arm, you're sure it'll leave bruises.

"Then do what you're told," he snarls.

You try to throw your weight to get on your back while he helps. The buckle from the belt binding your wrists together digs into your back and you squirm to try to get into a more comfortable position. You look up at him with a tear-stained face. 

"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone--" you plead with him again.

"No, you're not because if you do, I'm going to release the pictures I have of you and Ben fucking," he threatens.

"W-what?" Your face drops.

"Yeah, on your knees, sucking dick. Spread out, getting ate out," he tells you as he starts unbuttoning your blouse. "Have you in so many positions."

A new dread forms in you..

"You'll be the slut who seduced her tutor. Saying you had it coming, that you asked for it. I mean well, you did. You came on to me first," he points out.

"And I really don't want to have to share your pretty pussy with the world." He reaches his hands inside your bra and cups both breasts, massaging them and flicking his thumbs over your nipples. "I wanna be the only one to jerk off to those pictures."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Tears stream down your face as you sob.

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused. "You asked for this," he repeats. 

"No, I didn't," you shake your head as you continue to cry.

"Fuck, your tits are so soft." Ignoring your protest, he leans down and pops one of your nipples into his mouth.

The sensation shoots down your body, below your waist. You try to shimmy to get away from him, but with your arms tied behind you and his weight on you, you're limited. He moves on to your other nipple and swirls his tongue around it. You feel a throbbing between your legs.

Ethan finally pulls back and grasps his heavy cock in his hand to guide it to your pussy. He pushes your skirt up to your waist and teases your slick lips and clit with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down. Your hips jerk.

Finally he pushes himself into you, filling you up to the hilt. He moans and you gasp. He then pushes your knees up to your chest and starts pumping into you with short and shallow strokes. You yelp when he drives into you hard and fast.

"Shhhh...." He clamps his hand over your mouth and you scream into it while he slams himself into you over and over again, causing the buckle to dig deeper into your back.

"Shh, it's almost over,” he comforts you.

More tears stream down your face. 

“You like that don't you?" Ethan pants, his breathing getting labored. "You like getting fucked by a man?" 

You do, right? Afterall, it’s what you wanted, right? At this point, you don’t fight it anymore and just let him have his way with you. Like he said, it’s almost over. You might as well try to enjoy it.

His pacing picks up, his hips pistoning against yours so hard, his glasses start sliding down his nose. You feel that coil in your gut close to snapping. A few more thrusts and your eyes roll back. You moan into his hand and your hips thrash as you cum all over him. 

“There you go,” Ethan praises. “Fuck, you’re so slippery. I can feel you cumming on my cock. I’m gonna cum too.”

With all his might, he drives into you until he empties himself inside you. You can feel him pulsating inside you as he presses the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream but his hand is still silencing you. He finally releases your mouth and pulls out of you. 

“You got what you wanted. Can you please let me go? I promise I won’t tell anyone,” you ramble.

“One more thing,” he says. “Don’t move.” 

With a relaxed smile, he leans in to give you a tender kiss but you flinch and turn your face away so he misses and catches the corner of your lips instead. You notice his expression subtly hardens for a flash of a moment and then he pulls back, tucking himself back in before digging through his bag. He pulls out his camera and aims it at you.

Feeling vulnerable, you close your legs and turn your face away from the camera, but Ethan forces your legs open.

“You don’t have to smile for me, but I wanna see your pussy with my cum dripping out of you,” he clarifies, groaning as it leaks out of you.

You’re tired and worn down. What’s another photo?

He snaps away, taking various angles of you in your state. When he’s satisfied, he helps you up and releases your wrists.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” he apologizes as he examines your face.

You recoil from his touch and move away from him as you fix yourself to cover yourself and look presentable again. 

“I can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he says so casually like he’s talking about the weather.

“There won’t be a next time,” you warn him.

“Your parents agreed that you could use some college prep work before your first semester starts,” he explains. “I was already just excited to prepare you for success before I knew how you felt about me. And now? I look forward to spending time with you even more.” 

Ethan affectionately touches your cheek, but you don’t flinch. Instead, you stare into the nothingness as you process this new information.

“So, are you ready to get started on that, kiddo?”

#Ethan campbell #dark!Ethan campbell #the tutor #Ethan campbell fanfiction #the tutor fanfiction #Ethan campbell x f! reader #non con #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #Garrett hedlund #garrett hedlund fanfiction

[theewokingdead]

The Best One - Benny Miller x f!Reader

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!Reader Summary: You and Benny are best friends, but one night together changed everything. Protecting your own heart, you decided it's best to forget. Problem is, Benny doesn't want to - and truthfully, neither do you. Word Count: 3.5k Rating: Explicit Content: Language, Santi is an asshole, idiots in love, friends to lovers, PiV sex, public sex A/N: I listen to "Best Ones" by Garrett Hedlund way too much, sparking this idea. I present...my first Benny Miller smut. Enjoy!

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“Then she took my dick in both her hands and sucked the soul out of my body.”

Benny rolls his eyes and shifts in the booth, arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. He cannot bear to look at Santi, but he is stuck here, listening to his nonstop blabbering about his recent sexcapade. His eyes drift upwards to the light fixtures in the ceiling as he desperately tries to focus on anything other than Santi and his stories. But one thought springs into Benny's mind before he can push it away: her…down on her knees. It's a memory he had vowed to bury and never uncover again, but that hasn't stopped him from thinking about it - especially now.

She broke their hungry kiss by pushing against his chest. He tried to pull her back, but she shook her head and slowly dropped to her knees, keeping her gaze locked on his. She was too impatient to do more than tug his jeans down far enough to get what she wanted. His cock sprung free and she wrapped her delicate hands around the base before rubbing the head across her luscious lips. Fuck, she looked so beautiful. When she opened her mouth and took him in, he groaned with pleasure, her cheeks hollowing as she hungrily sucked him. He threaded his fingers through her hair and fucked her greedy little mouth, her name the only thing on his lips as he-

“What about you, Ben?”

Benny is pulled from his memory by the sound of his name. He looks to Santi, realizing he was asked a question.

“What about me?” he asks, feigning ignorance, not really in the mood to satisfy his curiosity.

“You gotten laid lately?” Santi asks.

“Well, no… I mean, yes. I mean, I’ve gotten some,” he stutters, his face going red as the words escape his mouth. He realizes he sounds like a teenager lying to his friends about having had sex.

“Oh, really?” the older man questions, his brows raising in surprise. “When’s the last time you got laid?”

“A few weeks ago, I guess,” Benny says, shrugging his shoulders.             

First, he had Santi’s curiosity. Now, he has his full attention. The man sits back in his seat, watching him with interest, as if he doesn't believe him. “Does she have a name?”

Of course, she has a name. Her name is the perfect complement to her delicate beauty, sweet and gentle. He wishes he could speak it aloud now - the sound of her name on anyone's lips is music, a beautiful melody that sends shivers down his spine.

But he can't.

Nobody at the table knows a thing about his secret encounter with her, and he promised himself that he wouldn’t tell anyone what happened between them. Not even Will. If anyone has their suspicions, Benny is oblivious to it. Besides, there’s nothing to talk about. It had been a single night of passion fueled by alcohol and desire that now belonged in the past, best left as it. She had made it clear that she wanted nothing more. In fact, it sounded like she regretted that anything even happened.

"I'm sorry, Benny. Just forget this ever happened."

Perhaps it would be easier that way; it’s already been several weeks, and it seem she has moved on. He realizes how much he had overestimated her feelings for him. She's always flirted with him, but maybe it was just innocent. That realization kills him. To him, she is everything, but to her, he's just a man – a friend.

Maybe it's best if he moves on and never speaks, never even thinks, of the night again.

But it's impossible - especially when she walks through the door right then.

You slip into the bar and look around, hoping to easily find the boys somewhere in the crowd. As expected, they’re sitting in their usual booth, beers in front of them as they seem to engage in some sort of conversation. A smile spreads across your face as you move toward them.

A warmth floods you when you notice Benny looking at you, his blue eyes shining even in the dim lighting of the bar. You bite your lip and push the memory of the night the two of you shared away. You can’t think of that right now. You can't think about that ever. You can’t think about the way his hands felt on your body, holding your wrists down…and you definitely can’t think about the way his lips felt against yours as his cock shoved every thought out of your head.

You break your gaze and push the thought out of your mind as you walk to the table, forcing yourself to remember that there will never be anything between the two of you, that you two are friends – that you’ll never be anything more than just friends.

“Hello boys,” you say, slipping into the booth next to Frankie, careful to avoid catching Benny’s eyes again. “What did I miss?”

“Benjamin here was just about to tell us about his latest encounter with some saucy señorita,” Santi informs you.

Your heart sinks as you think about Benny with another woman. All color drains from your face and your stomach twists. You know he doesn't have feelings for you, but did he really move on from that night with you that quickly?

“Oh,” you say, feigning interest, trying to keep your best poker face.

“Negative,” Benny replies harshly. “And I sure as hell ain’t about to allow this conversation go any further with a lady present.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. Sure, Benny isn't one to strut around like a peacock - that's more of Santi's thing - but he's also not one to keep tight-lipped.

Santi laughs. “A lady? Her mouth is just as filthy as yours, Ben. So, go on. Tell us more of your adventures. I’m sure she’d love to hear them."

Benny rises from his seat quicker than you’ve ever seen him move, not even in the ring, his face flushed and angry as he glares at Santi. “Back off or I swear-” he growls, tone hard and threatening

Will stands between the two men, looking at his younger brother, holding up a hand to stop him from advancing further towards the other man. “Don’t finish that sentence."

“Can we drop whatever this is, please?” you suggest. Things have been awkward enough lately. The last thing this group needs is strife between Benny and Pope too.

You watch Benny's chest rise and fall with every measured breath. You ache to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin. He catches your eye and you quickly look away, feeling embarrassed and allowing your hands to sink into your lap.

“There's no story to tell,” he says, and you feel his glance on you before turning and walking away.

“Fuck,” Santi sighs, breaking the silence before raising the bottle in front of him and taking a sip. “He needs to save that shit for fight night.”

Frankie gives Santi a sharp whack on the back of his head, making the latter sputter out out his beer.

“Cabrón!" Frankie hisses. "No es obvio, o estás ciego?”

Fortunately, you don't catch the words. Otherwise, it would become obvious that everyone but Santi has picked up on the awkwardness between you and Benny. It really shouldn’t be a surprise that Will and Frankie suspect something happened between you two. You both have been quieter than usual lately, talk to and about each other less, and whenever your eyes meet, you both quickly look away, a telltale sign that something is amiss.

“Excuse me,” you utter before rising from the booth, moving to follow Benny outside. You open the door and search for him, spotting him making a beeline towards his car.

“What the hell was that?” you demand, trailing close behind him.

“Nothing that concerns you,” he replies harshly without losing stride.

“Really, Benny? How can that not be my concern?"

“It’s not your concern because it’s none of your business,” he snaps, whipping around to face you.

You're taken aback by his sudden hostility toward you. “How can you say that?” you question, stepping toward him. “You’re my fiend, which means you're my business."

Benny rolls his eyes, which sets a fire in you.

"You’re my god damned business, Benny," you reiterate. "You always have been. I know you better than anyone, and I can tell when you’re upset. So, talk to me.”

His eyes are filled with a mixture of emotions, his face an expression that is a cross between exhaustion, hurt, anger. “I can’t talk to you about something that never happened. I mean, that’s what you want, right? To pretend it never happened?"

You freeze, his words striking you like a punch to the gut. The realization stings you, the reality of what he’s saying finally clicking in your mind. The reason he didn't want to talk about his last sexual encounter was because it was with you.

“I didn't mean it like that,” you reply, crossing your arms protectively.

“Then, can you tell me what you meant? Because clearly, I'm confused.”

You hesitate before speaking, unsure why you said the things you said the morning after. It’s clear that you can’t forget what happened, and you don't want to, but you also don't want to risk ruining your relationship with him and the others, even though it appears that you have already made a complete mess of things.

"Benny, our friendship means a lot to me and I don't want to-"

Benny snorts. “Friendship? Does this look like a friendship?" He's referring to the way things have been the last few weeks. "Our friendship changed the moment you kissed me...and it was destroyed when you ran away, my come still dripping from between your legs.”

Your mouth falls open, Benny’s harsh words hitting you like a slap across the face. You’re not sure if he’s ashamed of what happened, or upset that you’ve been denying it. Either way, you know he’s right: your friendship is fucked.

"I was scared," you confess, tears forming in your eyes. "Terrified that it would ruin us. I had to be the one to put a stop to it, to set boundaries for our friendship, because if you'd been the one to say we should just be friends, it would've broken me.” You take a breath, trying to maintain some control of your emotions. “I'm sorry, Ben. I know things will never be the same between us. If I could go back and change what happened, I would. Please. Can we at least try to move on from this?”

"No," Benny ultimately answers after a moment of silence. His voice is choked with emotion, the gravity of his words heavy in the air.

You look away from him, trying to hide your hurt, but it's too late - the tears streaming down your face speak for you.

"That night was…,” Benny begins. “It's been playing in my head every single day since then, like a movie I can't stop watching." His breathing is ragged as he continues, the intensity in his eyes growing with each passing seconds. "I know I should forget about it, and I know you want me to forget-"

"Ben, that's not-"

"But I’d kill to live that night just one more time," he speaks, his eyes wet and filled with emotion.

Your lips part in surprise as Benny's admission sinks in, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him. The way he’s looking at you though makes you feel like the most wanted woman in the world. It's making it impossible for you to keep your walls up. You’ve wanted him for so long, it’s hard to tell how you could ever turn him away. But you were so afraid that he didn't feel the same way you do.

When you shared that one night together, you told yourself it was the alcohol, the adrenaline, the emotion of the night that pushed you into it. You told yourself a thousand different excuses for why he hooked up with you. You told yourself you both were just caught up in the moment. You told yourself it wasn’t real. You told yourself that Benny could have any woman that he wants - there was no reason for him to choose you. But now, standing before him, watching him stare at you, seeing the look in his eyes, hearing the tone of his voice, you wonder if you’ve been blind to the truth all along.

Despite all the fear and uncertainty between you two, there was something real that happened that night - something neither of you can ignore or deny any longer.

“What are you saying?” you whisper, needing to hear him speak his true feelings, plain and clear.

“I want you,” he tells you. “I’ve always wanted you. You’re beautiful and smart and funny…and you drive me fucking insane. I can’t be in the same room with you without feeling like I am seconds away from taking you right there. I can’t think about anyone else. You are it for me. You are my person…and it fucking kills me that I’m not yours.”

As you look at him, perplexed, it dawns on you that the two of you are both harboring strong feelings for one another, yet completely oblivious to that fact. Has it been this way the whole time? The flirting, the touching, the constant need to be near one another. All these years of friendship...

Laughter bubbles up within you in disbelief, spilling over and out into a fit of giggles.

“What’s so damn funny?” he questions, staring at you like you're crazy - and maybe you are.

“Don't you understand, Benny? You are mine,” you reveal, wiping your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself.

“Bullshit.”

“I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember,” you reveal. “Apparently we’re both too damn stupid to see what’s been right in front of us all along.”

Benny's eyes widen as he looks at you, processing your words. You can almost see the sense of relief wash over him, knowing that his feelings are reciprocated. A smile spreads across his face.

He takes a step forward, the softness in his eyes quickly turning dark. He’s standing mere inches in front of you, the heat from his body taking you by surprise as it washes over you. My stomach whooshes, and I ache as I wait for him to kiss me, but no kiss comes.

“Say it,” he commands. "I need to hear it. Please."

You take a step closer to Benny, your eyes never leaving his. You grab hold of his button-up shirt, pulling him toward you. Meanwhile, his hands fall to your hips, as if by instinct.

“I love you.”

Benny pulls you closer to him, his lips finally meeting yours. A fire sparks inside of you and you open your mouth to meet his tongue. You’re positive that you only imagined the way his mouth felt on you before, but it can’t be anything like this. It’s like your lips remember him, yearning for him even though several weeks have passed. You moan against his mouth as you cling to him, your body desperate for his touch.

A low growl escapes Benny's lips as his mouth grazes your neck. You lean against his car, feeling intoxicated from the sensations in your body, as your hands explore his shoulders. You feel a giddy thrill, unlike anything you've ever experienced before. His kisses move from your neck to your shoulder, and his hands wander lower. But before things get too carried away, Benny pulls away suddenly and stares into your eyes. He then reaches behind him and opens the back door of his SUV.

“Get in.”

You smile, biting your lip as you slide into the back seat, Benny close behind. As soon as he closes the door, he pulls you onto his lap, and kiss you soft yet urgent. His hands journey down your body, lightly tracing down your arms, across your thighs, over your shirt. He doesn't unclothe you; instead, his palms rest on the curve of your ass as your hands push up against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. You grind against him, pressing yourself down onto his lap as you feel for his arousal. A groan escapes between his lips, and it turns more primal when he clasps your butt tighter. Your mouth moves hungrily against his for several bewitching seconds.

You take the initiative, starting to open his jeans. Your fingers fumble with the button and zipper before you pull down his boxer briefs and free his cock. Benny tilts his head back in pleasure as soon as a hand wraps around it, and he looks down for a moment to watch you stroke him before looking back up at you as your lips press against his. Benny whimpers into your kiss as he reaches out to find the center of your legs, caressing you through the fabric of your pants.

“Baby, please,” he begs.

You lift up and pull your pants down, just enough to expose yourself. Benny follows suit, pushing his jeans down until they are around his ankles. He wastes no time, running a finger through the folds between your legs before you can sink down on him.

“Benny!” you gasp, clutching onto his shirt.

“Now who’s the fucking tease?” he asks before sinking two fingers into you, eliciting a gasp from you. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.”

“Benny,” you plead, leaning your head forward until your forehead touches the top of his hat, the texture of its fabric rough against your skin.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me.”

He nods and grins. “Alright. I’m going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

His straightforwardness causes you to gasp. You can feel yourself dripping for him in anticipation. How could he possibly fuck you better than he did before?

"Then I’m taking you home. We'll spend the night together, make love until we pass out. When sunrise comes, I won't let you go. In fact, I plan on making love to you all over again. Got it?"

You nod vigorously, your mind whirling. Somehow, you manage a reply. “Okay.” It’s simple, but a promise that you'll never leave him again.

Benny pulls his fingers away then positions himself at your entrance. He eases himself into you, your eyes rolling back for a moment before finding his. His lips meet yours again as he slowly pushes deeper into you. You moan against his lips. His movements are smooth and slow, gentle but still raw and powerful.

Your movements match his, rising and falling, your breath in sync. You moan, Benny’s lips finding your neck. He buries his face against you, laying desperate kisses all along your skin as you ride him, faster and faster, letting the intensity build.

“You’re mine,” he rasps before nipping your ear.

“I’m yours.”

He slides a hand up your body, lifting your shirt and your bra with it, exposing your breasts. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. You gasp, feeling your body tense. You feel that familiar tingling sensation start to consume you.

Benny unlatches then looks down at where your bodies join before looking back up at your face. "Look at you," Benny says, his voice low. "Look at you taking my cock. You're gorgeous."

You can't see yourself, but you don't have to. His gaze is burning into you, and it’s like he can see every inch of you. His eyes devour you with hunger, desire, and admiration. You feel beautiful in that moment; dirtier than anything you thought possible.

“I want to watch you come on my cock,” he tells you.

“I’m s-so close.”

Seeming to sense what you need, he moves a hand between your legs, his thumb finding the spot where you’re pulsing.

As you rock on top of him, his eyes never leave you, and the intensity of his gaze is nearly enough to send you over the edge. You can feel yourself getting closer, the anticipation building up inside you until it explodes in a shuddering climax that almost makes you forget who you are or where you are. You cry out, your breath coming in pants.

Benny presses his lips against yours as he slows his movements, and draws out your pleasure until you collapse against him, utterly spent.

You feel the heat of his body, pressed against yours, and the pleasant sense of fullness with his cock still buried inside of you. The air is filled with the smell of sex and sweat as the two of you stay there together in blissful silence for several moments before Benny speaks.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he says softly. “You're incredible. You’re perfect. We just…we have to work on our communication a bit. if we want this to work.”

You chuckle, snuggling against his chest with a contented sigh. This is what happiness feels like - warm and comforting, completely enveloping the two of you in its embrace.

As Benny's breathing begins to settle, he tightens his grip around your body slightly and whispers into your hair:

“In case it wasn’t clear… I love you too.”

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[giowritess]

fortnight [4]

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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 | making out, mention of certain body parts and i think thats all? word count | 1,4k author's note | im SO sorry that i took so long to post this!! my 3rd year (from 4!! almost over) of college has recently started and besides that i spent a full week from dusk till dawn on an archaeological expedition and i was so tired that i completely forgot that i already had this piece all done and ready. i particularly liked this piece very much heheh this series is slowly reaching its end, i think we'll have 2 or 3 more pieces at least. after that, i'm planning on some rick flag, bucky barnes and will miller one-shots for the future, so if you enjoy my writing, be sure to stick around, maybe activate notifications, send asks, anything! and in case you're wondering: yes i do take requests thank you very much. a sweetheart also known as @igotmajordaddyissues asked if i had a taglist and i don't, but here you are, one just for you. <3 as always, english isn't my first language and this wasn't proofread. anyway, i hope you enjoy it. kisses from gio! part three | masterlist | main masterlist

You didn't mean to. Truly, you hadn't meant at all to do that. But that was how you wake up: face pressed against his naked chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso and both your legs tangled together.

Sleep had caught up so quickly on you last night that you had no recollection of him going to bed.

“Don't even think about getting up,” Bemy grumbled from where his head was tucked on top of your head. “Too damn early.”

True. From the closed blinds you could barely see the first glimpses of the day sky trying to infiltrate the room.

“How'd y'know I was awake?” You asked. He wasn't even looking at you.

“Because when you were asleep you weren't so stiff in my arms,” he replied, moving a bit so he could look at you, and damn. The moment his eyes found yours, it was as if someone had punched all air out of your lungs.

How was it possible for him to look even prettier like this, fresh from sleep, with glossy eyes and tousled hair? It wasn't fair. At all.

Him looking like that made you start to imagine things. Things like how he'd look after a long night of fucking. How his hair would look after hours of your fingers running through it, tugging at his roots.

“Why’d'you run away from me last night?”

That was the last thing you expected him to ask.

"I didn't run away from you,” you quickly replied, averting your eyes when his gaze got too heavy. “I was just tired.”

He didn't buy it, and you knew.

Benny chuckled, his voice still hoarse from sleep. “Yeah, right,” he murmured.

The truth was, you didn't know, either. Everything was so damn confusing that you had to constantly remind yourself it was all a farce. But maybe it was time to say to Hell with it and let loose. You looked at him again and found his eyes already on you.

“We're having fun, right?” Benny asked. Was that... concern in his voice? Or even, if you squinted, a tiny bit of insecurity?

How on Earth could you not be in love with him?

Yeah. To Hell with it.

“Yeah. Course we are,” you replied, smiling at him, and he smiled back. “Now shut up, 'cus we still got a few hours of sleep.”

He chuckled, apparently content with your answer, and resumed his previous position, tucking his head on top of yours and tugging you even closer.

Dying suffocated in Benny Miller's chest would be a lovely death.

***

It was close to half nine when you woke up again. Benny was still sound asleep, but you fought with teeth and nails against the temptation to snuggle closer to him and got up, earning a grunt from him in answer when you escaped his arms.

You were in dire need of a run. Your exercise routine was sacred—exercising was what kept you sane. Now, in this situation with Benny, you needed it more than ever. You loved running; it helped to clear your head and put your thoughts in order. There was nothing that a run couldn't fix.

That was the spirit you were in by the time you got back, drenched in sweat, with hair sticking to your forehead and your sports bra glued to your body like a second skin. Indeed, your head never felt clearer.

It wasn't bad, either, that Benny was the first thing you saw when you got back to the house—nevermind that he was talking to Samantha. He saw you first, and his sour expression changed instantly, opening a big grin.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist, and you pressed a kiss against his lips. His finger tightened on your waist.

You turned to Samantha and smirked.

“Sorry, Pam. Gotta steal my man,” you said, grabbing his hand and steering him away from her.

He offered no resistance at all, unlacing his fingers with yours and happily letting you pull him wherever you wanted to. You had no place in mind, however, the only goal was to make her jealous, so you dragged him to the kitchen and pulled him to the side, out of her sight. He stood with his back to the wall and you in front of him. Still hand in hand.

“You definitely made her mad now,” he said, laughing.

“That was the intention,” you replied, a smirk still on your lips.

Silence installed itself between you two, reality downing. You were completely alone in the kitchen. There was no need to keep the act on, but you couldn't bring yourself to let go of his hand. You saw as he glanced at your lips, going back to meet your eyes. You knew damn well what he was seeing in them—lust. And you could almost swear that was what you were seeing in his, too. You felt a tug on your hand—he was tugging you closer, and you let him, until your body was pressed flush against his. You could barely breathe.

Holy shit. This was really happening.

His hand left yours, going to your waist. The skin on your midriff was searing hot; you could say it was because of the exertion from the run, but you both knew it was because of his touch.

You didn't dare speak, afraid to break whatever spell you were in. You didn't dare blink, either, wanting to commit to memory every trace, every inch of his beautiful face. You'd never noticed that his left eye was full of small brown dots. It all fit so perfectly.

“Benny?” You whispered.

His left hand made its way to the back of your neck. You suddenly couldn't care less that your body was drenched in sweat, because all that mattered now was that his hands were on your body.

And then his lips were on yours, attacking, conquering and domineering every inch he could. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and he pulled you impossibly closer. Were he shirtless, you'd feel every trace and nook of his abs. His touch was urgent, needy—almost as if he'd missed you. Well, you sure did—for two years you dreamt of anything like this happening again. It felt like heaven; every touch of his lips sent shockwaves through your body, heat pooling at your core, making you feel all tingly and electric. Despite his shirt being in the way, you could still feel the traces of his sculpted chest; you were holding yourself back from slipping your hands under his shirt and wandering. Instead, you held yourself back and slipped your hands to his neck, one hand tugging at his hair–which was in the perfect length to be pulled at–and the other scraping your nails through his scalp, eliciting a groan from him.

“Fuck, Gracie,” he murmured against your mouth.

As if in response, one of his hands slipped to your ass and squeezed, hard. The thinness of the sports shorts you were wearing meant that it feet almost as if there was nothing between his hand and your skin. You wished there wasn't.

It was your turn to moan against his mouth.

There were no thoughts in your head. Just Benny, his hands, his mouth and his cock, that you could feel rock hard, straining against his shorts and pressing against you.

The loud clang of metal pans hitting the floor took you both out of the spell you were in, making you jump away from Benny, heart racing, almost as if you were both kids caught doing something wrong.

A chuckle came from behind you. “Sorry, lovebirds,” Elisa's voice came from behind, Luke's girlfriend.

You took one look at Benny, puffy red lips, chest heaving, and, like a coward, sprinted to the shower. _

By the end of the second day, you were slightly more accustomed to the role of Benny's girlfriend. He played the role dutifully, always close to you when he wasn't doing something, his hands always finding an excuse to touch you. You couldn't deny that it felt good. The kiss, however, was't discussed once, and you were thankful for that. You weren't really sure that you wanted to discuss it.

When you proposed this charade to Benny, you mentioned his ex and your ex as reasons. Now, you couldn't care less about your ex. To be honest, he hadn't even crossed your mind once in the last few hours. Benny was all that occupied your thoughts—and the occasional glares from Samantha, which you thought funny as fuck.

Again you went to bed before him. But by the time you woke up the next day, you were happy to be wrapped around Benny.

by @reveriesources

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[albertasunrise]

Only You - When Benny Met...

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Summary: Having spent most of your life in relationships that went nowhere. You struggled to trust that this man… this ray of sunshine… wouldn’t leave you eventually. (18+)

Relationships: Reader x Ben Miller

Warnings:Like AO3, I choose to give none. Read at your own risk. (So bit of a short chapter but I promise they'll get longer... enjoy 🙊)

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"Stitch!... I know you're about to clock out but we got a 40-year-old male in bay six, laceration to left arm. Dude's lucky, just missed his Brachial Artery... Guy apparently hit on the guys wife, couldn't take no for an answer." 

"Why can't you do it?" You sighed as you threw your colleague a sideways glare. 

"We all know you're the best at stitching folks up. I have a tone of patients I need to see and you'd be doing me a solid if you could stitch him up and get him on his way." 

"Spencer I-" 

"He's got a cute friend with him." Your colleague pushed and you rolled your eyes.

"Because that's the way to convince me." 

"Come on Stitch... Please!" Spencer pleaded, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and you sighed, snatching the patient file away.

"Fine but you owe me!" You grumbled, pointing a finger at him in a warning manner. 

"One hundred per cent!" Spencer replied, hands together like he was in prayer. 

"Let's go see what the damage is then hmm?" 

...

"You doing okay there Fish?" Ben asked as he gave his friend's uninjured arm a squeeze. 

"They got me on the good shit so all things considered... Not too bad." The pilot chuckled, giving his brother-in-arms a dopey smile as he looked up at the blonde. 

"Glad to hear it Fishsticks." Ben replied, head darting up as the privacy curtain of Frankie's cubicle was pulled back. 

You weren't what Ben was expecting. 

You smiled at him as you entered, eyes sparkling under the fluorescent light. He couldn't help but be captivated by you. Your soft features and striking eyes instantly enchanted him. 

"Dr Sheppard... You got awful pretty since we last saw you." Benny flirted, grinning at the amused eye roll you gave him. 

"Dr Spencer has asked me to use my fine Stitching skills and help your friend." You replied, holding out your hand then to introduce yourself "Mr Morales, how are we feeling?" 

"We're feeling goooood." He drawled, eliciting a grin from you and Ben. 

"Feeling a little high are we?" You chuckled before pulling back the bandage that covered his injury 'Yikes... They got you good huh?" 

"Should have seen the other guy" Frankie grumbled and you chuckled.

"You got him good Fish." Benny assured his friend, giving him a firm nod before returning his attention to you "He got a few punches him before the guy sliced him." 

"I don't condone violence." You warned and Ben grimaced. 

"I won't tell you what I do for a living then." 

"What you beat people up?" 

"That's exactly what he does." Frankie replied as he attempted to big up his friend, only to chuckle after. 

"I'm an MMA fighter." Ben clarified "Special forces before that." 

"Explains Fish." You chuckled as you pulled on your gloves and started to prep what you needed to stitch Frankie up. 

You administered some general, noting the flinch on Ben's face when you pierced his friend's flesh.

"If you hate needles... I don't recommend you watch the next part." You chuckled as you readied the needle. 

"I'll be fine." Ben replied, eyes going wide as brought the needle to Frankie's flesh. 

That was the last thing he said before he blacked out.

Six months later...

"Hey, Princessa." You gushed as you welcomed baby Lila with open arms. 

"I thought that was my nickname." Benny pouted as he gave you a friendly nudge. 

"Oh, you're just, Princess!" You teased "Princessa is reserved for this little angel." 

"How you doing Stitch?" Frankie asked as he sat down beside its wife "Work still hell?" 

"It's A&E Fish... It's always hell." You chuckled, eyed flitting up to the pilot before returning to the smiley baby in your arms "How's this little one sleeping?" 

"Believe it or not but she sleeps right through." Replied Maria as she laid her head on her husband's shoulder "Pretty sure we've got a trick baby on our hands." 

"Got so many friends who ended up having another baby because their first one was perfect!" You giggled "But, it could just be that you two are acing this parenting shit." 

"Definitely the latter." Pipped up Ben and you smiled at him sweetly.

"Suck up." Piped up Will, eliciting a hearty laugh from everyone but Ben. 

You had never expected, after meeting Ben and Frankie all those months ago, that you would have gained such amazing friends. Ben had practically begged you for your number and you had given in. You'd not been able to resist his kind eyes and you'd found yourself excited at the prospect of going out with him. Turned out he just wanted to be friends. 

Or at least, that's what you thought. 

Ben had been over the moon that you'd given him your number. He'd spent that whole evening trying to plan the perfect date. Fancy restaurant, followed by a romantic walk on the beach and a kiss under the stars. But nerves got the better of him and he'd suggested going for a drink. It was safer. If things went bad you both had an easy out. Then as the night had come around, he'd ended up inviting the guys last minute and that's how you'd ended up becoming part of his circle. 

Just not his girlfriend. 

Now six months down the line, he was still kicking himself for not acting when he should have. 

“Hey, babe… Sorry, I’m late. Got stuck on a call that I thought was never going to end.” 

Ben watched as the guy who had, had the spine to act kissed you sweetly and his stomach twisted at the smile you gave the man as he pulled away. 

“Well look who you have.” He gushed as he stroked little Lila’s cheek “You’ve gotten so big, little lady.”

“She’s growing like a weed!” Maria gushed “Already in 3-6 months clothes!” 

“You’re still so cute n’ little though!” You cooed as you cuddled the baby closer, smiling when she gave you a gummy yawn and nuzzled in closer. 

“Suits you.” Said Mike as he leaned in closer to kiss you. 

“What does?” You asked, giving him a bemused look. 

“The baby!” 

His reply took you by surprise. 

You had been dating Mike for a little over four months. You'd met him on one of your many nights out with the guys and had been swept away by his brown eyes and easy smile. You had found yourself settling into an easy relationship with Mike. It wasn't exciting like the ones you read about in your erotic novels but it was safe. Warm and cosy. He made you feel beautiful and that was more than you'd ever hoped for. 

Ben felt his heart shatter when he heard Mike's statement. He watched the two of you as you smiled and giggled whilst fawning over the tiny person sleeping soundly in your arms, hating that it wasn't him. He knew he was to blame for how things had turned out. He'd lost his nerve. He had never felt like this about anyone before. It was love at first sight for him. Something that up until that day in the hospital, he'd never believed in. 

Then you walked in. Soft smiles and kind eyes and he'd fallen for you instantly. 

Standing abruptly he made his way over to the bar, oblivious to the concerned look Frankie threw his way. 

"I'll be back in a sec." The pilot said, kissing his wife's cheek before following the younger Miller over to the bar. 

"Another beer please." Ben called out to the barman, ignoring the presence that had appeared beside him. 

He knew who it was and he knew what the man wanted to talk about but he wasn't in the mood. He just wanted to get drunk. Numb himself from the pain he was feeling at seeing you so happy with someone else. 

"Ben..."

"Don't!" The younger man warned but Frank was having none of it. 

"You need to tell her how you feel." 

"And what is that gonna achieve?" Ben spat "She's got him now." 

"Maybe if she knew the truth, she might-"

"Leave him?" Ben scoffed "Leave the bigshot restaurant owner for the MME fighter that's just recently moved out of his Brother's basement?... Yeah, I'm a real catch!" 

"Ben-"

"She's better off not knowing." Ben choked "At least I can have her as a friend. Telling her would only fuck that up." 

"You should give yourself some credit brother." Frankie sighed as he gave his friend's arm a reassuring squeeze "You're too hard on yourself." 

"I'm just being realistic." Ben growled "I had my chance and I blew it!" He sobbed "Now she's with a guy that can give her everything she deserves." 

"But so can you!" Frank argued, pulling a scoff from Ben "And I'd argue that you'd make her way happier than that Mike ever could." 

"I don't know Fish..." 

"Just tell her!... What have you got to lose?" 

"Everything." 

Frankie's words echoed in his head for the rest of the evening. He knew his friend was right but he didn't know if he could risk losing you. You had become such an integral part of his life. You had become so close. Best friends one might say and he didn't want to lose what he had. He would get over you eventually, he couldn't remain in love with you forever... right?

This would pass. 

This pain would pass.

So as he’d laid in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling as images of your face flashed in front of his eyes he decided that it was best to just bury his feelings. Having you as a friend was better than not having you at all. So the weeks and months that followed played out like the ones that came before them. You and Ben would have your movie nights. Evenings at the bar with the guys and gossip over WhatsApp like two grandmas at Bingo. 

But the pain Benny felt didn't fade. 

He watched you fall harder and harder for Mike. Listen to you gush about the expensive restaurants and flash bars he took you to. The presents he showered you with. Ben hated that this man was able to give you everything he wanted to give you. He couldn't help but feel like Mike was showering you with all this because he was hiding something. 

That something came in the form of a busty blonde that nine months into your relationship, you'd found playing tonsil tennis with the man you'd thought was the man you were going to marry. 

How wrong you'd been. 

"How could I have been so blind?" You sobbed, spooning a ridiculously large scoop of ice cream into your mouth.

"You weren't blind Stitch... He's an asshole!" Benny growled before pulling your closer "Guy clearly didn't realise what he had!" 

You scoffed at Ben's statement. 

"What?" 

"This is just how things go for me, Ben." You sobbed "I meet a guy... fall in love with him and then he either leaves me or cheats on me." 

You ate a few more spoonfuls of ice cream before dumping the tub onto your coffee table and scrubbing a hand over your tear-streaked face. 

"Maybe I should just quit." 

"Quit what?" Ben pushed and you groaned. 

"Men!" You expelled "I mean... I'm not the sort of girl destined for marriage and kids." 

"What the hell makes you think that?" 

"I don't have a flat stomach, my thighs don't have a gap and my arms aren't toned." You scoffed "I'm the girl a guy dates to make him look like he's not shallow... Date a fat girl for a while and you'll look like you're deep... See past flaws-"

"Okay, I gotta stop you there." Ben snapped "You are not fat." He started, pointing at you "You are one of the most beautiful women I know... Inside and out." 

"Ben-" 

"Mike was a fucking idiot for letting you slip through his fingers and if he-"

Ben was interrupted by knocking at your front door. 

"I can get it if you want." 

"No, it's fine." You replied, pushing yourself to your feet "Probably just Mrs Bell in need of sugar again." 

When you opened the door and saw Mike standing there the air was stolen from your lungs. His eyes were red and puffy. Almost like he'd been crying. 

"What do you want Mike?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady. 

"I wanted to talk." He said, almost pleadingly "Explain." 

"Explain why you cheated?" Ben growled as he stepped up behind you. 

"Of course, you're here." Mike growled and you sighed at the remark. 

"What?" Ben snapped, stepping forward only to be stopped by your hand on his chest.

"I mean that you seem to always be here when I'm not." Mike growled "Can't accept that you missed your chance." 

"Mike." You warned and the man backed down "Ben, I need to talk to Mike alone." You stated as you turned to look at the man standing behind you. 

"But you'll-" 

"I'll be fine." You assured him "Best get going. You got your fight later." 

"You sure?" Ben asked and you nodded sweetly at him. 

"I'm sure." 

Ben walked back into your apartment to grab his coat before leaving, hugging you tightly on his way out. 

"Call me if you need anything." 

"I will." You assured him, giving him a small smile before watching him leave. 

Ben didn't like the idea of leaving you alone with that man. He knew Mike had a hold over you and he worried that he'd manage to worm his way back into your life again. 

If only he'd just taken you on that date. 

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[winniethewife]

Just sees what he wants to see

(Benjamin "Benny" Miller x Gn!Reader)

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A/N: For the Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon.

“Wait what?” they asked bewildered by the statement that just came out of Ben’s mouth.

“Where’s the Capybara I adopted?” He repeated as he held a stuffed animal in his hand with a confused look on his face. He’s standing in the doorway of their shared bedroom, where they are folding the laundry. They realized in that moment he resembled a golden retriever puppy who just got tricked into chasing a ball that was still in your hand.

“You…what? I don’t understand, you adopted a Capybara?” They try to get a clarification while holding a clean t-shirt in their hands as they look inquisitively at him.

“I thought I did…But all that came in the mail was this…and some papers” Benny pouted slightly. With just the slightest shimmer of sadness in their boyfriends eyes they immediately went into “fix it” mode, tossing the t-shirt back into the laundry pile to go look into what on earth he was talking about. As they walked into the kitchen they saw the papers in question. On the top was the familiar panda bear symbol of the World Wildlife Fund, and they started to laugh.

“Whats so funny?” Benny asks and cocks his head to the side.

“Babe, this was a symbolic adoption. You donated money to a fund to save endangered animals. You didn’t actually adopt a Capybara.” They look at him with amused affection. Sometimes they wondered if Ben had been dropped as a baby, something to ask Will later. They put a hand on his shoulder for support as they nearly fall over laughing, while handing him the paper. As he reads it carefully his eyes widen in surprise and then he flushes from embarrassment.

“Oh, that makes sense…I was wondering how they could only charge 60 bucks for a whole animal.” He chuckles slightly, looking over at his partner as they started laughing harder clutching to benny for dear life.

“60 Bucks! For a capybara? Benny, baby, where would we even keep it?” They managed to say between laughs. Benny smiled his killawatt smile at them and wraps his arms around them.

“Uh, I donno, Maybe the bath tub?” He suggests with a wiggle of his eyebrows. They shake their head before taking a deep breath.

“Benny, I swear, sometimes I think your brain is off in nowhere land.” They smile. Putting their hands on his chest as they laugh together.

“Oh c’mon it can’t be that bad…” He leaves a wet kiss on their cheek, giving them that big goofy grin of his. As they look into his baby blue eyes they can’t help but agree.

“Nah, its not that bad...” They say as they look at the stuffed Capybara sitting on the counter, and find themselves grateful that Benny didn’t adopt an actual animal to live in their bath tub.

~

If you would like to Symbolically adopt an animal please look into the World Wildlife Fund's Website

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[marmie-noir]

Bar Top Goodbyes

I struggled with this and idk why. This scene was what inspired the whole thing in my brain while watching the show the first time. I've given up on editing and double checking, so I am throwing this out and running away. If there are mistakes please forgive me!

TW: Smut. MxF smut, no protection, dirty talk, Mitch Keller.

“M’sorry, could you say that again darlin’?” Mitch asked, half asleep next to me at the small kitchen table. He was cute like this, sleep clinging to him like a warm blanket, making his movements a little slower and his voice full of that gravel that made butterflies go crazy in my lower stomach. His hair was still a bit mussed as well, falling over his forehead instead of held back by his usual hat. 

“I wanna say goodbye to the bar today.” I repeated, watching him slowly process what I was saying. 

He blinked before scratching his jaw, his other hand wrapped around a steaming cup of fresh coffee that he apparently badly needed. “Sunny,” He hummed, a little amused. “The bar isn’t going anywhere.” 

“No,” I agreed, giving a little one shoulder shrug as he sipped at his coffee. “The building isn’t. But after the renovation it’s going to be different. Which isn’t bad, but I wanna say goodbye to it before men with sledgehammers go at her. Plus, we need to grab our pictures.” Last night at closing Mitch had informed everyone that Bred-2-Buck was going to be temporarily closed for renovations. He wasn’t sure how long, but he intended to pay everyone’s salary still, and our jobs would still be there upon the bar’s reopening. 

Unlike the others I knew the bar wasn’t just closing for the renovations, that this went far deeper than slapping a new coat of paint on the walls and fixing that leaky faucet that drove us all crazy. That motorcycle gang was getting antsy, it was escalating, and Mitch wasn’t going to risk anyone getting hurt in any crossfire. 

He let out another little hum, finishing off his coffee, the caffeine ever so slowly brightening his eyes and making him perk up. He worked late so it wasn’t a surprise that he wasn’t exactly a morning person, but I did appreciate how long it took him to actually wake up. 

“That is a good idea, better grab some stuff before we forget.” He said, deep voice rumbling in the kitchen. “We can swing by Maureen’s Diner on the way home and get more of those muffins you like.” “A perfect plan.” I grinned, pressing a kiss to his temple as I got up to go check on Pops and get ready for the day. 

A little over an hour later Mitch was unlocking the back door to the bar, keeping his truck parked out back so it couldn’t be seen from the road. The large sign out front stated in big bold letters that it was closed for renovations, not another soul around. 

I went towards the front as Mitch ducked into his office, flicking the lights on as he did so. I had the jukebox start playing on shuffle, wanting a little background noise, the volume low and the crooning of old country stars comforting with how familiar these songs had become since I started working here. 

Busying myself with collecting our pictures and newspaper clippings I made a neat little pile on the bartop, not wanting to damage any memories. They would go back up after the reno, Mitch had promised as much. 

In truth I had another reason for asking Mitch to bring me to the bar this morning. I hadn’t lied, I wanted to say goodbye to the place that had changed my life, but probably not in the way Mitch thought. 

Tucking teh photos away into an envelope I pulled myself up to perch on the bar, glancing at my own reflection in the back wall mirror, the rows of liquor bottles not really obscuring anything. Because I wasn’t working I had opted to wear the other sundress I had bought while shopping with Ann but hadn’t had a chance to wear yet. This one was a cream color with a lilac print, delicate spaghetti straps holding it up, the skirt landing about mid-thigh. It made me feel pretty, and I need the boost of confidence. 

Smoothing the soft fabric over my thighs I steeled myself. Yes, I had come to say goodbye to the bar, but I had also come here to finally seduce Mitch in the very spot we first met. 

It wasn’t as though we didn’t know one another intimately at this point, but we had never gotten around to actual sex. At first I felt self conscious about that fact. Did he not want to, had I done something wrong? 

Ann had been the one to reassure me. “Sugar, the way that man looks at you? I don’t think you could do something wrong. He’s a patient man, probably wants to make sure you are sure.” 

And god was I sure. Since I met Mitch all I could do was fall more and more in love with him every single day. I had boyfriends before, even an ex-fiance under my belt, but no one even came close to making me feel how I did around him. No one could touch how happy I was falling asleep and waking up in his arms, cuddled up together all cozy and warm. Not to mention the way he touched me. 

Mitch Keller touched me with a reverence that made me almost shy. His big hands on my skin while praise left his sinful lips. Pretty girl, good girl, his girl. So good for him, so perfect. 

He rarely let me focus on his pleasure either, insisting on making me fall apart under him, on his lap, touching me in a way that made me see stars and had every thought flying out of my head. I was more than ready for this, my want for him bleeding more into a need weeks ago. 

Shifting slightly where I was perched, already a little hot and bothered, I smoothed my hair one last time before deciding to just go for it. Pushing down the little anxious demon whispering in the back of my mind that there was a reason we hadn’t had sex yet I cleared my throat before calling out to him. “Mitch, could you come here please?” With only the jukebox quietly playing I knew he could hear me, reassured at the sound of his bots on the floor drawing closer. He appeared around the corner and flashed me a smile that I couldn’t help but return. He was carrying a box which he sat on the bartop, walking over to stand directly in front of me instead. 

Mitch looked as handsome as ever, in one of those back t-shirts that hugged his biceps just right and showed off his broad shoulders. He had on dark jeans with his usual large belt buckle and boots. 

He seemed to be in a good mood. I was worried maybe being in the bar would have made his nostalgic and a little sad but he seemed eager to upgrade the bar. With a familiar shine in his dark blue eyes his hands rested on my knees before sliding up the sides of my thighs, stopping just below the edge of my panties and rubbing reassuring little circles against the skin there. 

“Have I mentioned how pretty you look in this dress?” He asked, leaning in and looking down at me with an obvious appreciation. 

I tilted my chin up to meet his eyes, grinning. “Just nine times in the last hour.” I teased even though I probably wasn’t far off on the count. The moment I had stepped out of our room in the dress he had started to lay it on, giving me a little whistle. “Mm, can’t have that. Better make it a good, even number.” Mitch said with that little half smile on his lips, leaning down and brushing a few kisses down my neck before pulling back just enough to meet my eyes once more. “My girl, so pretty.” I was blushing but my grin never fell. Reaching out I hooked my index fingers into his belt loops and pulled him closer, chin tilted up in an obvious ask for kisses.He let me pull him closer, my legs parting to let him slot between my thighs. Giving me a teasing look with a raised brow Mitch didn’t say anything. He did reach up though, one of his big hands weaving into my hair and giving it a gentle tug, making me tilt my head up just a bit more before capturing my lips in a heated kiss. 

Apparently he was taking advantage of our alone time, leaning into me a bit more as he kissed me breathless. His free hand slid from my thigh to my lower back, pushing gently to bring me completely to the edge of the bar, pressing our bodies together with a pleased hum in his throat. He felt so good, warm and solid, the smell of his cologne and tobacco making me whimper. 

Breaking the kiss we looked at one another, both a little breathless. His hand in my hair moved down to cup the back of my neck, his thumb slowly brushing against the sensitive skin there. 

“Did my pretty girl need something?” He asked in that honey tone, a ghost of a smile on his lips when he saw how much the kiss had gotten to me.  

I blinked up at him for a few moments just taking in the way the low bar lights made him look. I had known meeting Mitch at this very spot not that long ago that he would become special, I just hadn’t been sure how. My fingers unhooked from his belt loops and instead a few of them brushed against that big silver belt buckle he always wore, one from when he used to ride. Glancing down at it a moment I wet my lower lip. 

“I need you.” I said quietly, chin tipping back up to meet his gaze head on. 

There was a moment of surprise before it melted into a heated satisfaction. “Me, honey?” He asked, voice low, head ducking down to brush our noses together as his lips ghosted over mine. “You need me?”

I nodded, eyes fluttering closed as I felt his lips trail along my jaw. The brush of his facial hair and his warm lips was a mix that had me sighing happily, one of my hands sliding under his t-shirt to brush my fingertips against the dark trail of hair that disappeared into his pants. “Please, Mitch.” “How can I say no when you ask so pretty?” He murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing over my jumping pulse as he’d now made it down the side of my neck. His hands came up, looping under the thin straps of my dress and slowly sliding them off my shoulders, the dress falling to expose more cleavage but not falling away entirely. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, duck lower still as his lips and teeth found my collarbone. 

I leaned back slightly, one hand behind me on the bar to steady myself while the other grabbed his hat, setting it aside on the bar top before returning to weave into his hair. He liked that, sucking a mark on my upper breast as he continued to trail further and further down until he hit the fabric of where my dress was still covering me. 

“Been thinkin’ about this, pretty girl?” He hummed, pulling the dress gently. The one small tug was enough to have the fabric pooling around my waist, leaving my upper body bare before him. Mitch didn’t wait for my response, ducking his head and capturing one of my nipples in his warm mouth. I gasped, thighs squeezing his hips and his nipped and sucked at my breasts, his hands sliding back up my sides to cup them and squeeze gently. “Mhm.” I whined out, biting at my bottom lip as I tightened my hand in his hair. Mitch continued to kiss down my stomach towards where my dress was pooled, his hands sliding up my thighs now to push the skirts up. I pulled on his hair, hard enough that he lifted his head, surprise clear in his eyes as I’d rarely stopped him from going down on me.  

“Everything okay, darlin’?” He asked, leaning up to steal a few chaste kisses from my lips. “Don’t want your mouth, Mitch.” I murmured, nipping at his bottom lip. My hands worked on undoing his belt as I lured him in for more sweet kisses, one working on sliding the leather through the buckle and the other palming him over the top of his pants. He was half hard already, the press of him against the denim and my hand making me smile against his lips. “What do you want?” Mitch asked between teasing kisses, both of us tasting one another, his hips pressing forward as I touched him. “I want you to fuck me on top of the bar.” 

He groaned at my blunt words, his hands that had been slipping up my thighs grabbing at the sides of my panties. “Up.” I stopped touching him a moment to have both my palms flat on the bar top, using the leverage to lift my hips so he could pull my underwear off and into his pocket per usual. Immediately his hand was on me, two thick fingers pressing into me without any warning. I gasped, arms shaking, eyes going wide as I looked up at him. He gave me that heart stopping smile, thumb finding my clit and circling as his fingers pumped in and out of me slowly. The cool press of his rings against me had me gasping, back arching slightly at the mix of sensations. “So wet already.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss me again. I moaned against his lips, my own hands moving back to his waist. His belt finally was undone, the jingle of the buckle loud between us. It was hard to think when he was knuckle deep inside of me, those thick fingers curling just right, pulling out and thrusting back in with wet noises that would be embarrassing if I had enough brain cells functioning to form thoughts. But every push, every time his thumb circled my clit, had the new thoughts flying from me until all I could think of was Mitch. My hands were clumsy but I was determined. I undid his pants and he made no move to stop me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and sliding against mine. He tasted like sugary sweets from breakfast and minty toothpaste, a combination that had my hands pausing for just a moment before I was working his zipper down. I didn’t even tease, feeling a little desperate at this point. My hand slid into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and giving him a firm stroke. He moaned, low and quiet against my lips, and the sound had a shiver racing down my spine. My thighs tightened around his hips, heels pressing to his lower back, trying to pull him closer with a whimper as I slowly stroked him from blunt head to thick base. “Please.” I asked against his lips, the two of us stealing the other’s breath. His hand never paused between my legs, instead he sped up, forehead pressing to mine. “I need you to cum before I can fuck you, pretty girl. You are so fucking tight, don’t wanna hurt you.” I had no words, a desperate noise leaving me as the wet sound of his fingers fuckign into me filled the space around us, the low tones of the jukebox melting away as I looked up into his pretty blue eyes. My hand paused on his cock but he didn’t care. His pupils had nearly swallowed the iris, his hair a little messy from my hands early, lips parted as he watched me. 

“C’mon baby, just one, and then I’ll fuck you on the bartop. You asked so nice.” He said, voice low and honeyed, making me tighten around him. Mitch knew I liked when he talked, the rumble of his words over my skin was the best. “Such a good girl for me, c’mon.” His thumb rubbed at my clit a little faster and I was done for. 

I cried out as I came on his fingers, thighs shaking against his hips, my hands finding purchase against his shirt. He made a pleased humming sound, leaning down to press kisses against my neck and cheeks, pulsing around his index and middle finger with breathless moans and whimpers.  

When I blinked my eyes open I found my back against the bar, looking up at the old ceiling tiles and panting. Mitch was leaned over me slightly, pressing kisses to my chest and throat, murmuring praise as I came back. My hands lifted to weave into his hair and he let out a quiet laugh that was pure male satisfaction.

“You okay, darlin’?” He asked, looking up at me with a little smile. 

I pushed myself up, albeit a little shaky. Mitch didn’t poke fun, instead he helped, a large hand spanning my mid-back and helping me. I looped an arm around his neck, my other hand tugging at his shirt. “Off.” “Yes, ma’am.” He said, his smile immediate. I took my hands off him as he pulled his shirt off, leaving him in a pair of unzipped jeans, the imprint of his hard cock obvious against his boxers. I bit my bottom lip, excitement and impatience mixing with my blood. I looked up at him, legs hooked around his hips, pulling him closer in an obvious ask. 

“I know darlin’, I know, I’ve got you.” He said, his hands pushing the skirt of my dress up so it was pooled around my waist and looking down at where I was wet for him. He kept one hand on my thigh, grabbing hard enough that my skin was indented slightly between his fingers, his other hand reaching down to push his boxers down. 

Mitch Keller had a pretty cock. There was no other way to say it. Long enough to make my mouth water, thick with veins that I knew I would be able to feel. My lips parted, eyes lifting up to find him watching my expression. He moved me closer, perching me right on the edge of the bar, my legs around him. He rocked his hips, the length of him grinding against me and making me gasp, grabbing at his upper arms to steady myself. “Oh my god.” “You okay?” He asked, hand tightening on my thigh as he rolled his hips once more before pausing, giving me a moment to let my brain come back online. My lips parted when he moved but I took a deep breath when he paused, gathering myself before giving a small nod. “M’sure. Please, don’t stop.” I said, looking up at him. 

Mitch leaned down and captured my lips in another kiss. This one seemed needier, as if my plea did something to him, his kisses almost hungry now. At the same time his hips pulled back, no longer grinding against me, instead lining himself up to slowly thrust into me. I gasped against his lips as he pushed forward, pushing in, the stretch more than his fingers even with how wet I was and how he had prepped me. 

He took advantage of my gasp and kissed me deeper, sinking deeper at the same time, every thick inch stretching me in a way that had me clinging to him. Mitch kissed me like I was the air he needed, teeth and tongue tasting and teasing me, his breath warm and his lips soft. I felt his hands slide around my body to reach down and grab my ass, his chest pushing me further down on the bar top as he pulled out only to thrust back in hard enough to make me moan. 

“Fuuuuck, my perfect fucking girl.” He ground out, teeth finding me neck as he started to fuck me against the bar, body half pinning me down, completely in control of every movement we made 

All I could do was hang on and take it. One of my hands remained woven into his hair and my other found his back, nails biting into the warm skin of his shoulder blade as we both panted against one another. His own hands remained on my ass, tilting my pelvis slightly, ensuring he slid as deep as possible. I felt like I could taste him on the back of my tongue, my legs wrapping around his hips, heels pressing against his lower back as I felt each thrust hit deeper and deeper as I saw stars. 

The wet sound of skin on skin filled the bar and I moaned, back arching off the cold hardwood, my dress stuck around my waist as his hips kept up their relentless pace. “Mitch- fuck, oh fuck please.” “There we go, I’ve got you honey.” He gritted out, voice taking a growly undertone that did something to me. Mitch saw that, he noticed every little reaction my body had, adjusting his angle slightly to ensure the blunt head of his cock hit my g-spot while his pelvis ground against my clit every time he bottomed out. “That’s it. Perfect fucking pussy, perfect fucking girl.” 

He pulled back slightly to look down at me, his eyes dark with lust and unspoken affection, each thrust and his hips slamming into mine making my body jump slightly on the waxed surface. But he kept a firm hold of me, possessive even, hands tightening to the point of near pain that mixed with the pleasure and had me whimpering and moaning. 

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, already sensitive from when he got me off with his fingers. My noises grew in pitch, eyes growing wide as I looked up at him. “M-mitch-” “Gonna cum? Good girl, give it to me. Wanna feel you.” Mitch’s voice nearly a growl at me, looking down the lines of my bodies where his cock disappeared inside of me, each thrust having the most desperate noises fly from my mouth. It was one of the most sinful things I’d ever seen in my life, the image burned into my brain for the rest of my life. One of his hands shifted to my thigh and then under my knee, pushing my leg up a bit more to adjust the position, pushing deeper. 

He leaned back down and kissed along my jaw, unbothered as my nails bit into his back or when my hand tightened in his hair. “Where do you want me, Sunny?” My lips parted in a moan, balancing on the blade’s edge of an orgasm. My brain felt stuffed with cotton, skin warm and the feeling of our sweat slicked bodies moving together almost overwhelming with how good it was. I blinked up at him, eyes hazed, and he repeated his question with a deep grind, my thighs shaking around his hips. “Inside, please. Please, fuck please.” I gasped, the idea of him pulling out sounding like the worst possible thing I could ever imagine at this moment. 

He apparently liked that answer, his pace picking up, the slap of skin on skin and our panting breaths mixing together. It didn’t take much longer before I cried out, face pressing to the crook of his neck as I reached my peak. 

It felt like someone had set off sparklers under my skin, the pleasure a wave of tingling euphoria that had me moaning against his skin as I clung to him. Mitch was true to his word though, he had me, his chest against mine as he leaned over me and smothered my neck and jaw with kisses as he fucked me through it with soft praise on his lips. 

“So good, sweet girl, I’ve got you- that’s it.” All of his words sounded far off but still comforting as I clenched around him, thighs shaking against his hips and back bowed off the bartop. 

He wasn’t far behind either, his pace picking up a bit before going sloppy, each thrust grinding deep and making me gasp. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” Mitch groaned, each word punctuated with a thrust, his hands tightening on my body to hold me in place until I felt his cock twitch inside of me, a warmth blooming deep inside. He moaned, low and sinful, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he came, grinding deep in a way that had us both gasping. 

The come down was warm, his body hot against mine as he relaxed and put a little more weight on me. His hand holding my leg up gently hooked it around his hip instead, rubbing at the joint to make sure any ache I felt wasn’t permanent. It was the brush of his facial hair against my jaw though that had me humming, arms looping lazily around his neck as I cuddled against him. 

His arms wrapped around my middle to keep me as close as possible, skin to skin comforting as we both worked on catching our breaths. I made a content little sound and nuzzled against his neck. “You okay?” He asked, voice low and a little breathless, but sounding warm and pleased. I nodded, knowing he’d get me some water in a little bit. “Mhmm.” I hummed, feeling a little boneless. “All according to plan.” I said, voice a little dreamy as I pressed a kiss to his pulse. 

Mitch let out a surprised laugh, leaning back and taking me with him. I didn’t tense up, trusting him as he lifted me up off the hard bar top, one arm around my middle and the other grabbing my thigh to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere. “C’mon darlin’, let’s get you cleaned up and take a quick nap on the couch in the office and then we will go get those muffins from the diner you like.” 

I looked up at him as he carried me towards the office, taking in his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. I was sweaty and sticky and satiated, and the idea of a nap sounded like heaven right now. I didn’t respond but did lean up, pressing my lips to his for a soft kiss, pleased that my plan had worked.  

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Sweat now, shine later

Benny Miller x f!reader (no pronouns) Word count 2,1k Warnings Awkward flirting, a chance of a gym accident (nothing bad happens) Summary: Late night at the gym and an extra ten on the bench press might turn into a big, big mistake. Thankfully a mysterious stranger is there to help. A/N: I got forwarded this prompt from the lovely @musings-of-a-rose, thank you so so much for giving me a chance to write this! ❤️ I had fun with this one and it turned a little bit spicy, but I'd still say it's quite tame. I hope you and the original requestor enjoy it!

Original request: Benny x reader: meet in the gym. Reader is lifting and struggling after so many reps. Benny sees and runs over to her but instead of getting behind her head (someone standing there let's say, back to the reader) he hops over and straddles her, helping her lift. This came from a tiktok video. Unfortunately, the link to the original video isn't there anymore, but I hope I did it justice somehow.

The last set was a mistake.

You could feel your muscles strain and tremble under the weight of the bar when you tried to lift your arms up. It wasn’t the weight itself - you’d done this weight before - but adding an extra 10 at the end of your normal 30 reps was costing you big time and you now realized that not having a spotter was an even bigger mistake. 

Normally your friend Charlie spotted you, but going on an impromptu gym session late at night meant you were alone in a gym full of gym bros and weight bunnies, unnoticed by others. After all, you’d chosen this bench for exactly that reason; being unseen by the Instagram posers and accidentally ending up as a background for a flexing photo. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you focused your wandering mind and tried to push the bar up enough to get it back on its hinges. You needed this one last push and then you’d be home free. You gritted your teeth so hard you were sure your lips had lost all their color. Your arms shook harder and at that moment, you realized with horror that you didn’t have enough strength to push it up. The bar felt a thousand times heavier than it had before and any second now your muscles would give out and the bar would drop down. Right on top of you and with your luck, it would crush your larynx or something equally horrible. 

The morbid ideas flashed in your mind and you kept struggling with the bar, not raising it but fighting tooth and nail for it not to drop. Desperate to find a way out, you began to tip the bar behind you in a last-second attempt to either dislocate your shoulder or push the bar somewhere beyond your throat. 

Suddenly there was an unfamiliar weight on your stomach. A small puff of air left your mouth in surprise at the contact. What? Did someone just sit on you? Why? You didn’t have time to understand when in the next second, the too-heavy bar got lighter and a mysterious help aided your hands until the metal of the bar clanged against support metal. 

The sound finally registered in your humming ears and you let your arms drop, feeling the lactic acid and burn spread all across you. It felt painful but simultaneously the best feeling in the world. You didn’t dare to open your eyes yet, choosing instead to let your mouth fall lax and heavy pants leave your chest. Relief flooded your nervous system, you were okay and not harmed.  

“Hey beautiful, you good?” 

You yerked at the sound, but only your legs moved as you realized your upper body and stomach were still held in place by the mysterious weight on top of you. Your eyes popped open, taking a second to adjust to the bright gym lights, before focusing on a black waistband of shorts and a bare stomach glistening in a light sheen of sweat. Glancing up and up and up, you finally locked gazes with a gorgeous man sitting on you, straddling you and grinning widely. 

His legs were spread wide, stretching the fabric of his shorts and his muscles alone told you the man trained not only to look good but to work with his muscles. And the boyish grin, the one that promised sin was something you’d gladly get lost in for hours and hours. He was almost too gorgeous for his own good but somehow it didn’t look fake, but real. He was real and he was still waiting on your answer. You tried to scramble for an answer but found none that could be said out loud. So you let out the most ineloquent sound leave you.   

“Huh?” 

The man in question chuckled, his legs shaking lightly against your sides. “I asked, are you good beautiful? That was a close one.” He bumped his chin toward the bar on top of you and your eyes flashed to it before returning to him and his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling at you. 

“Yeah, yeah… thank you. Thank you,” you pushed the words out, feeling winded for a completely different reason. The man was perfect, a God incarnated, and he was still sitting on top of you, his weight a comfort and an aphrodisiac. As seconds passed, your greedy eyes took him. You could see the definition of his eight-pack from a mile away but it was his wide smile and kind eyes that had you utterly captivated. You could see him measure you in equal interest, something sparking between you. 

“Why?” 

The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it and the man hummed softly, his hands now on his knees, still pressed against you. If he moved either thumb even an inch, they’d be likely to brush against the underside of your breasts and the mere idea made your belly flutter with welcome nerves. 

“Why what, beautiful?” 

“Why… why sit on top of me?” 

“Oh! I couldn’t get behind you quick enough,” he lifted his eyes, beckoning you to follow. You let your gaze rise, elongating your neck to see behind you. He was right, there was a woman behind your station working with the free weights, blocking the path to your bench. You returned your eyes back, warmth filling you when you noticed his blue eyes had grown darker, a little hungrier at the sight of your bare neck. 

“This was the quickest and safest way,” he continued, his eyes returning to their normal azure hue and a wide smile spreading on his lips. “Couldn’t let a beautiful creature like yourself get hurt.” 

The compliment spread inside you like wildfire, even though this was the third time he’d called you beautiful. “Oh,” your own voice sounded breathy even to your own ears. “Thank you for saving me…” you let the sentence hang, hoping he’d fill it with his name.

“Benny. Call me Benny,” Catching on quickly, the man offered his name and you answered him with your own. He repeated it, rolling it on his tongue and nodding. “It fits you, but I’d rather call you beautiful if that’s okay.” Benny winked, the flirt strong in his voice but it felt sincere at the same time. 

“You can call me whatever you want, gorgeous.” Where your courage came from, you had no clue, but you grasped it with both hands. You let your eyes fall down to his thighs and back up again, shamelessly checking him out. He truly was gorgeous, all strong lines and strength just begging to be let out. You wanted to see him go feral, showcase just what that body could do. 

“Good,” Benny mumbled, his eyes flashing darker and something hardening against your stomach. It was hot and heavy and even if you couldn’t really discern his full length from this position, it felt so good. The tiniest moan escaped you as his stomach flexed and the hardness jumped slightly inside his pant. You bit your lip to hide it, but it was too late. 

His eyes snapped to your lips and his hand moved, his thumb brushing the thin fabric separating your skin from his touch. “As much as I enjoy you under me…” Benny whispered, leaning forward to trap his erection between you and hiding it from outsiders. How a man built from a wall of muscles like his was able to be bendy enough to reach your ear, you had no idea and wanted desperately to find out. You wanted to find out everything about Benny. One of his hands dropped to support right next to your other ear and he leaned impossibly close. 

“… I think I’d prefer you on top. What do you say beautiful, switch places with me?” 

His plush lips were inches from yours but Benny didn’t close the distance. And neither did you, enjoying the electric cloud of anticipation between you far too much. His breath was warm and the weight trapping you between powerful thighs was intoxicating and you found you quite liked how it restricted your movements. He made you feel safe, made you feel desired, and made you feel unhinged with just this and you wanted to explore it more.

Explore him more. You wanted to find out what made him tick, what made him lose control, and just how much of you he could press. You had a feeling Benny could toss you around without any problems. The way your thoughts traveled, painting images of beds, and sweat born from different kinds of activities made your head spin.  

“Mmm, what if I prefer being under you?” You purred and he groaned, his hips grinding down and letting you have another teaser of what was hiding between his legs. His hand abandoned the featherlike teasing up and down touch, gripping your middle fully and letting you feel just how wide it spanned on your body. Your eyes fluttered closed, another tiny moan leaving your lips. 

“Beautiful, you can be on top of me, under me, next to me, I don’t fucking care. You’ve captivated me, beautiful and I am at your mercy. This is far too forward of me and I don’t normally do this, but something pulls me to you and…” 

“I feel the same,” you hurried to reassure him, something in you wanting to erase any trace of doubt in him. The answering grin on his lips lit up the entire room.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow. Okay,” Benny lifted up a little and ran his hand through his hair, mussing the dark blonde locks falling over his forehead and you wanted to follow, feel the silky strands between your fingers. “Okay,” he repeated and his eyes twinkled with a promise. 

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

With your agreeing nod, he lifted his body off yours, making you miss his weight immediately. It also seemed the feeling was mutual since he tugged you up quickly, his hand at your lower back in a flash and he pressed your bodies together. You could feel all of him completely, just how hot and heavy and thick he was for you and it wasn’t just the shift in position that made your head swim. 

His other free hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head upwards and with a final non-verbal confirmation, Benny finally closed the distance between your lips. 

The world fell away, taking away the smell of the gym and the murmurs of the people around it. It was only Benny, his lips devouring you like you were the sun, the moon, and the stars of his life. He kissed you like you were the answer to every question in his mind and he wanted to know them all at the same time. A kiss you had never felt before, but were instantly addicted to. 

His lips were warm and gentle, the underlying hunger creeping closer until it consumed you both and you matched his vigor with equal strength. Your hands and arms, no longer burning and hurting, gripped his back and crawled upward, feeling the strands of his hair in your fingertips just like you had envisioned. You let your fingers scrape at his scalp and the resulting groan told you the man enjoyed a little sting with his passion. 

Benny’s tongue peeked up, begging for entrance and you granted it happily, letting the heat of the kiss amp up. He owned you, you owned him and the colors were a blur around you. You never wanted to stop kissing him and from the way he moved his lips in tandem, neither did he. 

All too soon, the kiss had to end because you could no longer feel any air in your lungs. You held out off as long as you could but when the black spots appears and you swayed in his arms, you broke the connection. You leaned back, letting Benny chase your lips with a growl when you moved too far away for his liking. 

“Dinner?” You whispered hurriedly before he swept you away again, his kiss salvation and damnation all at one. Benny grinned wolfishly, his hand a possessive warmth on your ass. He squeezed the muscle gently, nipping down to the slope of your neck. His gentle bite vibrated on your skin, letting the liquid heat spread and pool in the apex of your thighs. Before it got too much, he released your pulse point and pinned you down with the intensity in his eyes, the earlier playfulness in his eyes now raw fire. 

“Dinner and breakfast, beautiful. And I know what’s for dessert.” 

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Strike a Pose

Pairing: Benny Miller x OFC Vanessa (Delta Landscaping Universe)

Word Count: 3.3k | AO3 Link

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Summary: Benny and Vanessa go on their first date. 

Warning: Benny Miller. That’s it. That’s the warning. No, but seriously, I think this is pretty fluffy. Vanessa has some insecurities about her body and a previous bad relationship.

A/N: This is an extended version of a scene from Chapter 15 of Delta Landscaping, but I think it could be read as a standalone. Big thank you to @trulybetty for answering a series of random questions mad libs style - I’ll share more at the end! Also to those reading Delta Landscaping, this does count towards our little bingo board…I hope you enjoy the latest Easter egg 😉

The drive over to the bowling alley was pleasant. Chatting with Benny was so easy and he constantly made me laugh. When I wasn’t laughing I was trying hard to not just stare at the guy – he looked so good. At one point, we stopped at a red light and he casually turned his hat backward and my breath hitched. I coughed to try and play it off. 

Saturday night at a popular bowling alley made for a packed parking lot and an even busier lobby. We walked up to check in and the woman at the counter told me that I didn’t have a reservation. I could have sworn I set it up, but I couldn’t find a confirmation email anywhere in my inbox. To make matters worse, she was giving me a pretty snotty attitude saying it would be at least a two-hour wait. 

I was so annoyed with myself, I’m usually better about stuff like this. Lord knows I love a plan. But Benny didn’t even bat an eye, he just told me to “Stay here darlin’” as he waltzed back over to the attendant who so rudely turned me away a few moments ago. He leaned against the counter and flashed a smile and some puppy dog eyes. It’s no wonder she folded and gave him whatever he wanted – shit, I would too.

He motioned for me to come over, “What size you got doll?”

“Ah, um….8 and a half if you have it?” I asked the woman, confused as to how they miraculously found us a lane.

The attendant gave me an up-and-down and looked at Benny before she turned around and plopped two pairs of shoes onto the counter. “Lane 22.” She said with a deadpan expression.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Benny winked. “C’mon, darlin’ let’s go,” Benny lightly laid his hand on the small of my back which sent goosebumps up my spine. 

“How’d you manage to find us a lane?”

“Well, you always catch more bees with honey,” he looked over with a smirk. 

“So a nice smile is honey now huh?” I quipped, the words coming out before I could think it through. 

“Oh I have a nice smile don’t I?” Benny chuckled. I averted my eyes, hoping that the warmth I was feeling in my cheeks wasn’t too apparent. “Here we go, lane 22. After you.”

We went to pick our bowling balls. I opted for a bright pink one pretty quickly, while Benny had to test several out. There’s a method to my madness he told me as he picked up ball after ball. I don’t know what came over me but watching his fingers slot into each…nevermind, I can’t think about that.

He eventually found one he liked and we started our game. It’s been years since I’ve done this but it was fun, even though I was playing with a ringer. I had more gutterballs than pins I knocked down, but Benny didn’t make me feel bad. It was sweet, actually. He tried to help me a couple of times, standing behind me, one hand lightly on my hip as he directed me where to aim. I honestly had no idea what he was saying, feeling his breath close to my ear it was a miracle I was still standing. 

We finished the first game just as our food arrived. Not only was it impressive that he bowled a perfect game, he did it with mostly trick shots. It was cute how he seemed to get excited trying to impress me. 

“Are you serious?” I shook my head. It was unfair, he wasn’t even looking at his last shot. His back was to the lane and he just let the ball fly behind him. He sauntered over to me with a big grin and a swagger that made me take an extra few sips of my water.

“Ooo yay, the food is here,” he rubbed his hands together, looking at the spread. I was a little self-conscious about ordering so much food, but he mentioned how training was making him hungry. 

“Wait wait!” I needed to take advantage and grab some photos. “Sorry, I um…one sec,” I bit my bottom lip as I pulled out my phone and started to rearrange the plates. I could see Benny out of the corner of my eye looking confused as I started taking photos. “Sorry…I am one of those people, annoying I know, but I figured tonight was a good excuse to start up my account again,” I finished my little impromptu photoshoot with a couple of quick videos to use for my stories. “Phone eats first,” I winked motioning that the coast was clear.

“What kind of account you have?”

“Oh, it’s just on Instagram…I started it a few years back…it’s a fun way to explore the food scene and…sorry this is all boring I’ll stop,” I laughed to myself.

“No, no, it’s not boring, I like it. I like food, clearly,” he motioned to the four plates in front of him which made me snort. “Lemme see, I wanna follow.” He motioned toward my phone with his chin.

I reluctantly handed him the phone and watched as he scrolled my account. My heart was racing wondering if he was going to think this was a stupid little hobby like Luce did. I saw his forehead scrunch and I felt a pit in my stomach, ready for the impending snide comment.

“What? I know I don’t always have the best lighting, I’ve been meaning to buy myself a little light thing and  - “

“No, hey,” he put his hand on my forearm, which sent an electric pulse up my body. I suddenly realized my sister was right and it was probably too warm for me to be wearing this flannel after all. “No this is great, these photos are beautiful…I just was wondering where you were.”

“What?”

“I don’t see you in any of these photos. Maybe your hands every once in a while, but how come you’re not in these?” He shook the phone as he turned it back to me.

There was a reason for that. It started off innocently enough, with one random troll making a comment about how I should spend less time going out to eat and more time on the treadmill. I could shake it off, one comment wasn’t going to bring me down. But as my account grew, the more of these I got – mostly from blank profiles. They didn’t even have the decency to show themselves, just letting their keyboards sling harmful words. So, I deleted every photo I was in, but eventually, that wasn’t enough so I just put a pause on the account. 

“Oh…I…um…I dunno I guess I’d rather have the focus be on the food,” I looked down, playing with the straw of her water. 

“Hmm…” Benny nodded, handing back my phone. He pulled his out and started typing. My eyes narrowed trying to figure out what he was up to. “There, you have a new follower,” he winked.

I saw the notification pop up and I had to steady my breath as I saw his profile picture because he looked so hot. It was a black and white photo of him in a white tank top and the same black hat he had on tonight. I clicked on his profile and almost choked seeing how many followers he had. “Holy shit, are you like an influencer or something?!”

He looked a bit sheepish, “I started the account when I got into fighting…a way to promote them…and then I just kept posting gym stuff and it grew from there.”

“Well, you have a lot of very loyal fans it seems,” I smirked, scrolling past some very thirsty comments. 

I’ve been down this road before. A pretty boy who has women throwing themselves at him. I nearly wrote men off completely after Lucien, but thanks to Vic and Marcus I realized that he was a very unique breed. I hadn’t known him long at all but I knew Benny was different. He obviously knew he was a good-looking guy, but there was something sweet and endearing about him. And no, this isn’t just me being mesmerized by his eyes…which also was happening.

“Pope used to date a girl who did social media stuff for her job so she set it up for me. I don’t post a ton, but it’s there. I’m mostly on there to help keep an eye on my niece, lord knows her dad is a lost cause when it comes to anything on his phone that’s more than making a call,” he chuckled to himself. “But now I’m excited to see your food stuff on my feed,” he smiled.

“Well thanks…I started the account when I lived in Charlotte…gave me an excuse to get around and explore,” I gave a tight smile as I bit into a slider.

“Maybe we can explore some stuff…together?” his hopeful eyes made me slow down my chewing. 

“Um…ok, yeah sure, that’d be fun,” I smiled back, trying to hide how giddy I was. “Although you may regret what you’re signing yourself up for,” I winked.

He looked at me with a lopsided grin and leaned in. “Oh, I don’t think I’m gonna regret it at all, boss lady.”

We snacked on the rest of the food as we bowled another game. I managed to knock down a few more pins this time and Benny, again, bowled a perfect game. As the time expired on our lane, a bittersweet feeling came over me. I had a lot of fun tonight, laughing and getting a chance to forget about things for a while. I honestly didn’t want it to end. 

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As he opened the passenger side door for me he stopped, biting his lip and digging his hand into his pocket. “I…uh…d’you wanna go somewhere else? Or if you need to get home that’s ok too, I just figured maybe we can-”

“No, that's fine. I don’t have a curfew.” That comment made him laugh, which was like music to my ears. It was so pure. 

“Nice. Uh, wanna go get a drink somewhere? Is there a place you want to check out for your account?”

“Umm yeah, maybe here let me scroll through some stuff I saved.”

“Get in, we can figure it out,” he opened the door for me.

Within a few minutes, we settled on a new bar that was pretty close by. It was a casual place, which I was thankful for considering how both of us were dressed. 

Walking in, I noticed Benny scan the room. Now that I thought of it, he did the same thing earlier when we walked into the bowling alley. If I didn't know any better it seemed like he was trying to get a handle on where all the exits were or something.

We found a booth tucked in the back and I was surprised when he followed to sit on the same side of the booth as me. He sat close, our legs touching as we shared a menu. 

“So…what're you thinking?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Hmm…I'm not sure, everything looks so good. Kinda thinking of this espresso martini. What about you?”

“Espresso this late?” He chuckled.

“I'm Cuban, Bun. I've been drinking espresso since I was like four. You build up a tolerance,” I winked.

He licked his bottom lip as he looked down and laughed. “Ah makes sense. Is there a drink you think would make for a good picture? I can order that.”

I could have melted right there. In just a couple of hours he'd shown more support for this account than my ex had shown in years. 

“Aww that's sweet, but seriously, order whatever you want. Everything here looks awesome.”

He twisted his mouth to the side as he read through the menu again. “Hmm ok, I'm thinking this smoked Old Fashioned then.”

I had to laugh at myself when the drinks arrived. I could hear Marcus in my head making some comment about how they both looked “Insta-worthy.” The Old Fashioned Benny ordered came with a beautiful presentation. I was able to capture the smoke billowing out of the glass container as they unveiled the drink. My creative juices were flowing and I couldn't wait to edit and post some of these photos. 

“Hey, can I try and take some photos?” Benny asked with a lopsided grin. 

My eyes narrowed wondering what he was up to, but I was intrigued so I handed over my phone. He started off innocently enough taking some photos of the drinks and the bar, but the next thing I knew he flipped the camera around and wrapped his arm around me to snap a few photos of the two of us. I brought my hand to my mouth as I laughed, turning into his neck to hide. Being this close to him made my brain short-circuit a bit.

“There, some for your personal collection,” he said softly. He still kept his arm around me and I swear it felt like he was rubbing his thumb up and down my shoulder. 

I turned to look at him and the hustle and bustle of the bar faded away and it was just the two of us sitting on a bench. His eyes looked even more blue up close and the smell of his cologne filled my nostrils. If he kissed me right there I would have been more than ok with it. 

The waitress coming back to check on us pulled us both back to the present. It was getting late so Benny asked for the check and paid, even though I was more than willing to. He'd taken care of everything this evening. I wanted to split things but he would tsk and say “no ma'am” and pull out his card instead. 

___________________

He walked close to me as we made our way back to his car side-by-side. It felt like his hand brushed against mine a few times, but I thought maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me. The drive home was a bit quieter. I was running through different ways I thought the night may end…trying to not get my hopes up for how I wanted it to end.

“Right, well Mari will be happy to know I got you home safe,” Benny said with a tight smile as he parked the car.

“Yeah, don’t want to get on her bad side. Although I don’t think you could do anything to get on her bad side, she’s pretty taken with you,” I laughed as I undid my seatbelt and grabbed my crossbody. 

“Here, ah…let me walk you to the door.” He quickly turned off the car and unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out before I could object. He waited for me to come around the front of the car, again lightly placing his hand on the small of my back as we walked up the walkway to the porch. 

“Thanks for tonight, I had a lot of fun,” I smiled as I started looking for my keys.

Benny put a hand in each of his pockets and rocked slightly forwards and backward. “I…ah…I had a lot of fun too…even if I kicked your ass in bowling,” he chuckled.

I feigned offense, “Hey now! I didn’t know I was up against a professional.”

“It’s not my fault I’m good at that stuff,” he said with a sheepish grin. 

“What other stuff are you good at?” I asked, not realizing I was biting my lip.

The energy changed and I think Benny must have felt it too with the way he sucked in a breath. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he closed the distance between us. Everything felt like it was simultaneously happening at warped speed but also in slow motion. As he got closer to me, the front door opened. Marcus. Marcus stood there with a garbage bag in his hand.

“Oh…ah…shoot, sorry,” he winced. “I was cleaning up a bit and I um…’scuse me,” he walked in between us giving me an apologetic look.

Benny rubbed the back of his neck, “Right well, I’ll get going. Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

I nodded, trying to catch my breath since my heart felt like it was beating in my throat. “Um, yeah. That’d be n-nice. I’d like that.”

Marcus walked back up, wringing his hands together as he approached us. “Hey, I ah…I don’t want to impose or anything, but um…Vic and I are celebrating our anniversary on Friday…10 years…we were planning on taking the day off together. I have a few things planned. But, we were talking and Benny if you want to help Vandy you guys can take the kids to the zoo or aquarium or something.”

“Marcus, you can’t just ask him to spend the day with two little kids…” I shook my head.

“N-no, it’s ok. Congrats by the way. I…uh…I like kids. The guys say it’s because I’m just a big kid myself,” Benny chuckled to himself. 

“You really don’t have to Benny….Marcus,” I gave him a look that said we’re talking about this later. 

“I really don’t mind. Besides, you’re going to tell Mariella that she could have spent a whole day with me and you said no,” he waggled his eyebrows at me with a grin. 

“She’s the boss around here you know,” Marcus added.

“We can talk about it…don’t feel like you have to make a commitment or anything tonight. I’ll um…I’ll see you later Benny. Thanks again.” I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck for a hug. 

He wrapped both arms around me, squeezing me tight. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” he whispered in my ear, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “Have a good night Marcus.” He said with a small wave as he backed his way off the porch and walked back to his car. 

“I can’t believe you,” I hissed at Marcus as we walked through the door.

“Shoot I’m sorry Vandy,” he scratched his head. “I was listening to music as I was cleaning up, I didn’t hear you all pull up. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.”

I inhaled through my nose, counting to five so I didn’t freak out on him. “It’s fine, Buck.”

“So…how’d it go?” He followed me into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as I poured myself a glass of water. 

“Good. Really good. He’s a nice guy and we had a lot of fun.”

He pushed himself off the counter and came over wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “That makes me happy, you deserve it.” He kissed my forehead and I hugged him back.

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As I lay in bed, I started going through my photos from the night, trying to decide which ones I would post. I came across the photos Benny took. I hadn’t looked at them at the time but now I was able to see the way he looked at me in those photos. I didn’t even spend time picking apart how I looked. My eyes were zoned in on him – on the way his eyes crinkled or the big smile across his face. It gave me butterflies.

I had enough photos to split things up over a few posts, so I decided to go with a photo of Benny’s Old Fashioned from tonight. I was pretty pleased with myself at how I was able to capture the smoke. I didn’t know what to put for the caption but landed on “Great drinks. Better company.” and posted it. Within 30 seconds I heard my phone buzz. And then a few seconds later it buzzed again.

I had two Instagram notifications – both from Benny – a like on the post and a comment.

thatbmiller: Better company indeed.

The biggest grin came across my face and I had to cover my mouth to stop from squealing. I liked the comment and then felt another buzz, this time it was a text.

Benny: I had fun tonight. 

Vanessa: Me too. Thanks for liking my photo

Benny: Of course. 

Benny: So, I was thinking….aquarium?

Vanessa: Yeah, I’d like that.

A/N: That meddling Marcus 😆 for as much as he’s helped these two get together he’s also inadvertently cockblocked them too. Ok, so earlier I mentioned how @trulybetty answered some random questions I threw in her inbox one day… here’s what I asked, what her answer was, and how I used it in the story.

Pick a color: Pink (the bowling ball Vanessa chose)

Pick a number between 18-25; 22 (the lane they got)

Yes or No This was going to be whether or not they sat on the same side at the booth at the bar, so because she said yes, that’s why Benny went ahead and tucked himself into the same side of the booth.

A drink: Espresso martini (the drink Vanessa ordered at the bar)

Phrase: “You catch more bees with honey” (what Benny says after he sweet-talked his way to getting them a lane after Vanessa was initially turned away).

I hope you enjoyed this. I’m excited to share more about Benny and Vanessa in DL and beyond. Some of it may or may not already be written…. 😉

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[dameronscopilot]

* = contains smut

// SERIES

I'll Be Your Bright Side* - Benny Miller is your best friend. But as time goes on, it’s becoming more and more difficult to differentiate between the rapidly blurring lines of friendship and something more—the far deeper feelings that keep you up at night.

// ONESHOTS

i'd be home with you - Leave it to Benny Miller to finally kiss you after five years of dancing around one another, only to turn tail and run, disappearing for weeks without a goddamn trace.

spinning on that dizzy edge - While there’s not a single doubt that you and Benny Miller have shared a heady, distracting mutual attraction from the day that the two of you met, the timing has just never been right.

tides & heat* - Flirting with Benny Miller every chance you get while simultaneously deflecting his advances is all fun and games until you find yourself stuck at his bar in the middle of a tropical storm.

Reflections* - You think mirrored closet doors are the perfect solution for making your small bedroom feel a bit less tiny. Benny, on the other hand, has other ideas about what exactly they’re good for.

Wrapped up in You* - You’re downright exhausted after running a marathon, so Benny does what he does best: he takes care of you.

Dealer's Choice - Another night at the casino means another night of watching Benny and Santiago fail miserably at poker.

Determined* - Once you start talking about the future, Benny takes his mission to knock you up very seriously.

All I Need* - Holidays are always difficult when Benny can’t take leave from his deployment. But this year, unbeknownst to you, he will be home for Christmas.

wanton intonation* - Benny realizes just how much the sound of his deep voice affects you one morning.

good form* - Benny’s self-control only goes so far, especially when he’s trying to teach you how to do squats.

// THREESOMES

a proposition* (Santiago Garcia x f!reader x Benny Miller) - Santiago thinks that maybe it’s time for the two of you to change things up in the bedroom. Because if he’s going to share you with anyone, it’s most certainly going to be Benjamin Miller.

A Helping Hand* (Benny Miller x f!reader x Frankie Morales) - You and Benny are no good at being quiet, not even when you’re staying in Frankie’s guest room.

The Feeling’s Mutual* (Santiago Garcia x f!reader x Benny Miller) - Sometimes, maybe, the best way to tell two of your closest friends that you want to sleep with them is to accidentally watch porn together.

// HEADCANONS/DRABBLES/MISC.

▸ Autumn with Benny ▸ Confessing feelings/dating ▸ Wound care ▸ Cuddling ▸ Dad!Benny ▸ Benny's terms of endearment ▸ Kissing Benny ▸ Meeting Benny at a bar 1 & 2 ▸ Stealing Benny's clothes ▸ Cuddling on the back porch ▸ Soft Benny during your period ▸ How Benny lost his virginity

NSFW* ▸ Benny's kinks* ▸ Cuddling* ▸ Spicy thots* ▸ Jealous Benny Miller* ▸ Stained: period sex with Benny* ▸ Patience: or, Benny fails at cockwarming* ▸ Quickies with Benny* ▸ Hands to Yourself: Benny watches you masturbate* ▸ Keep the Gloves On: glove kink* ▸ Excess adrenaline* ▸ Benny + cuddle sex* ▸ Benny + shower sex* ▸ Benny + voice kink, dirty talk* ▸ Benny, blindfolded* ▸ Benny takes care of you when you're sick* ▸ Filled: creampies, baby!*

// ADDITIONAL

Benny x reader x Santiago

▸ Benny & Santi help you sleep* ▸ Benny & Santi make a bad day better* ▸ Rainy days with Benny & Santi* ▸ Consensual voyeurism with Benny & Santi* ▸ Spicy thots with Benny & Santi* ▸ Benny & Santiago distract you ▸ Comfort after a nightmare with Benny & Santi ▸ Under the Weather with Benny & Santi ▸ Intertwined: cuddling on a cold night with Benny & Santi ▸ Casual conversation* ▸ Phone sex*

Benny x reader vs. Santiago x reader

▸ Types of affection with Benny vs. Santiago ▸ No Nut November: Benny vs. Santiago* ▸ Dating Benny vs. Santiago ▸ Domesticity with Benny vs. Santiago ▸ Favorite Body Parts: Benny vs. Santiago* ▸ Stamina and Sex Drive: Benny vs. Santiago*

Benny, Santiago, Frankie, & Will

▸ Sending the boys candle shopping ▸ A night at the fair with the boys ▸ Dirty talk with the boys* ▸ The boys meet your friends ▸ The boys rescue you at the bar ▸ Party tricks with the boys ▸ Thanksgiving with the boys ▸ The boys vs. the lube snail ▸ The boys & their caffeinated weapons of choice ▸ The boys vs. Just Dance ▸ The boys vs. cursed underwear

// GIFSETS

▸ Benny + yelling ▸ Benny + smiling ▸ Benny + Santi ▸ Benny's MMA intro

// OTHER

Santiago x Benny (no reader)

focus - (Santiago Garcia x Benny Miller) In which Santiago can’t help but give in to the urge to distract Benny while he’s busy reading.

▸ Benny & Santi kissing

various spicy Benny ramblings: #benny thots

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[rayslittlekitten]

Heavyweight

A/N: Okay so I've had this idea floating around for a long while. This is inspired by Commitment Issues written by the lovely @coweye. I'm not a Benny person but this series really got me hooked. If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend it. This was also inspired by "Emily" by James Arthur (YT link below) and this whole music video formulated in my head but I really wanted to write this so the challenge was to translate this music video in my head into a fic. The music video, I imagined more like intercuts and no dialogue at all. Basically a montage of key parts of the fight and also him warming up and getting ready for the fight and slo mo shots. I can go on and on about how I imagined this music video so let me stop there lol, but I hope this also gives the same feel that I've been going for. Also, thanks to @musings-of-a-rose for beta reading this for me! Enjoy!

Rating: T? (for violence)

Word Count: 1517

Plot: Benny has a lot weighing on him.

Contains: mild violence? (MMA fighting), a little blood, mentions of pregnancy and birthing

Benny keeps his head down, focusing on his hands as his brother carefully wraps them.

"How does that feel?" Will asks.

Benny forms a fist and then opens his hand back up, flexing it back and forth to test the tightness and comfortability.

"Feels good," Benny nods.

While waiting for his fight, Benny warms up to keep himself distracted. After some stretching and doing some mitt work with Will, he jumps rope for a bit while trying to keep his mind clear, counting each jump as he makes it. Counting is a method Will uses to stay grounded and focused. It’s never worked for Benny but he’ll try just about anything right now.

Minutes before it's time for him to walk out, he takes a few moments to himself. Will leaves him alone with just his thoughts and there are more of them than usual. He pulls out a sonogram out of his locker and looks at it. He silently makes a little prayer and finishes just in time when Will interrupts.

"Hey, you're up."

Benny turns to look back at his brother and nods before kissing the picture and putting it away.

"You ready for this?" Will asks, grabbing both sides of his face.

"Hell yeah," Benny nods.

Will lays a gentle slap on Ben's face before gripping his shoulders.

"Hell yeah, you got this. Come on!"

The brothers walk down the wide empty hallway. The plain white walls and overhead fluorescent lighting makes it look sterile. As they continue making their way, they pass under a flickering bulb.

"From Red Feather Lakes, Colorado, standing six foot three, weighing in at 195 pounds... Ben Miller!"

When they enter the venue, the crowd goes crazy. Rock music fills the space and bright lights flash. The venue is sold out and "Benny" can be heard chanting. Ben's chest puffs out and his stance tall as his eyes are only focused on the octagon while he makes his way inside the cage. He's even tuned out all the noise and staying in fight mode.

When he gets inside the cage, he loosens up his limbs while waiting for his opponent. Will says something to him from his corner and he nods while staring down the guy on the opposite side of the ring. Ben makes his way to the center where the ref is. After quickly reciting the rules, they bump gloves and the bell goes off.

Round 1:

The men start dancing around each other, feeling each other out. They both take turns testing out their jabs, seeing how the other would react. The crowd roars when Benny gets the first hit. Benny catches a hook and stumbles back before falling. His face hits the mat and his opponent gets right on top of him. Before he can react, another blow hits his cheek.

"Arms up, Benny! Protect your head!" Will shouts.

Benny blocks the next hit when he finally brings his arms up. He curls up on his side while also protecting his midsection.

“Don’t give him your back!”

Benny is able to turn over onto his back but his opponent tries to mount him. Benny uses his legs to put some distance between them, preventing his opponent from getting the advantage. The opponent swoops for a hook but Benny is able to quickly roll away and get back on his feet. The crowd cheers at his recovery.

The two are back dancing.

Round 2:

Benny catches a kick and with his height advantage, brings up the leg and makes his opponent lose balance. His opponent hops on one leg trying to stay up as he swings at Benny, eating a jab or two but he’s unaffected.

The leg gets yanked from under Benny’s arm and he gets push kicked, causing him to take a few steps back. Both now have their hands up, anticipating each other's next move. His opponent throws a few jabs, testing his reach as Benny dodges them.

"Come on, Benny! Stop fucking around!" Will screams.

Benny cautiously inches closer to the man in front of him and gets a jab in. Feeling more confident, Benny takes another step and throws a cross which gets dodged. Feeling bold, Benny charges at him, wrapping his arms around his hips and trying to take him down. His opponent throws hammer fists at his back trying to get him off. Instead, Benny lifts him up and throws him down on the mat. Whistles and applause emerge from the crowd.

Round 3:

Benny's gloves are over his head and face as he gets plummeted with punches. He finds his back against the cage. As he tries to get away, his opponent's right fist collides with his face right as the bell rings, making Benny stumble back, almost completely losing his footing if it wasn't for the support behind him. By the look of the offender's face, his advances didn't produce the result he was hoping for. He was sure that would knock Benny out, especially after the countless blows. Will isn't the only one with a hard noggin.

"Fuck!" Benny shouts and then makes his way back to his corner with clenched fists and jaw.

"Fuck!" he echoes as Will wipes his bruised and bloodied face down with a towel.

"Hey," Will starts.

Benny is staring down the man on the opposite side as Will cleans up the new cut on his cheek and continues to coach him. His opponent looks back just as intensely as both of their chests rapidly rise and fall.

"Benny! Are you listening?" Will smacks his face.

"Yeah, stay on the ground."

"Look at me," Will says.

"Hey, look at me!" he repeats and forces his brother to make eye contact. "You got this, okay? I know you have a lot going on in here-" he says pointing to the top of his head. "And a lot going on here too," now pointing to his heart.

"But don't worry about that," Will continues. "Because she's gonna know her daddy is a contender. You owe yourself this last fight to go out like the fucking champ that you are. Do you hear me?"

Benny nods.

"You got this," Will reminds him. "Now finish this!"

Round 4:

Benny nods again, but with more assurance behind it. He then lets out a roaring scream while punching his gloves together. He jumps up and puts his fists up, ready and charged up to continue the fight. Bobbing and weaving, bouncing side to side, he makes his way closer to his opponent. After touching gloves, the bell rings immediately and he instinctively dodges the jab thrown at him and counters one with his own, hitting his opponent in the ribs, quickly followed by a hook to his liver. His opponent stumbles before falling.

Benny jumps on top of him, successfully mounting him and then rains punches down his face and head. His opponent curls in as he protects himself, allowing Benny an opportunity to slip behind him. With Benny's long legs wrapped around his opponent's waist, he's able to slip an arm around his neck after a few attempts.

"Yes! You got this!" Will shouts while shaking the cage.

After successfully putting the man in a headlock, Benny arches back, holding his torso down while pulling back on his head, stretching the opponent out. The crowd goes wild.

"BEN-NY! BEN-NY!"

The chanting encourages Benny and he uses all his might to keep his opponent straightened out as he continues to put more pressure on his neck. The thrashing continues in his arms.

"Put him to sleep!" Will yells.

Benny grunts and gives a little more squeeze, keeping his opponent in place and holding on for his life.  Finally, he feels tapping and the ref's hands on him, trying to pull him away. Benny instantly releases his defeated opponent and gets to his feet. Deafening cheers erupt and he roars as he bounces around the ring, throwing his fists in the air.

When Will jumps into the cage to celebrate his brother's win, Benny collides with him, wrapping his arms around his best corner man. A man who will eventually become the godfather to his unborn child.

***

Benny walks as fast as he can down the hallway with Will behind him trying to catch up, the white light above illuminating him more as he passes under them. Their pacing picks up and they're practically running at this point.

In the room, Benny is holding onto his girlfriend’s hand and coaching her through the birthing. She cries when she sees the baby, holding her against her body.

Benny cradles the wrapped newborn baby in his arms, being very careful. He stares down at her, studying every little part of her. Her eyes are barely open and her face is so small and squishy. He brings his pointer finger up and gently nudges his daughter’s fist. He smiles when she grabs onto his large finger, barely able to wrap her hand around it.

“Your daddy may have had his last fight, but I promise to never stop fighting for you.”

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[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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