#* ⸻ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ben .

[dcrknesshums]

for some reason , dakota felt frustration pricking her eyes in the form of salt , her otherwise lucid gaze turned marbled as she twisted her lips . the bar didn't give to the force of her back pressing against it , much to her dispair , so as ben closed her in him with his arms ( and his scent , the stain of booze on his breath ) she felt more trapped than she ever had in past circumstances . the ones where she had been locked in a closet or bound with ropes — even that one time she was chained to a bathtub . dakota's eyes averted themselves , looking down at the crook of his elbow , trying to keep her overwhelming emotions at bay . she had been stupid - RECKLESS - agreeing to this. without even putting up a fight .

however , her head snapped up at the mention of her window , a deep flush crawling up her neck as venom dampened her tongue . " perv , " the curse came whisked between clamped teeth , but it didn't hold nearly as much bite as she thought it would . . . in fact , it almost came off humorous . meeting his gaze , lowered to hers , dakota narrowed her cobalt stare into thin slits ; " you gotta get the gun from your holster to hold behind my back as you walk me out before we leave , or , is your plan to keep imprisoned against this bar until we get kicked out for loitering ?? "

The look on her face certainly wasn't lost to Ben, he'd studied her features long enough to know when she was upset by something. Not that she had to know that. The less she knew about their surveillance, the better, but it did give him some insight into Dakota that others might not have had. "Hey," he mumbled softly, as though there was some concern behind the word, while he stepped closer, placing his arms on either side of her as she leaned back against the bar. He chuckled at the attempt of a jab, even though she was right. They knew quite a lot more than they should have. "Yeah, the gate code and that the third window on the east side of the second floor should have it's curtains pulled over it more often than it does." Not that Ben had been complaining about the view while gathering intel.

[barkovsasha]

“ben? do you think we could hang out in the hideout for a while?” there’s only a few days before they all start leaving and she needs to make sure that she talks to ben before that happens. they’re all split up and trying their best to make things work as well as they can but bev doesn’t have a minute to even check on them whilst she’s worrying about her own way of dealing with it. “just the two of us,” she adds on, to be clear. / @fervour​

[lithelusts]

@fierytragedy asked: 11b bev & ben.

it’s the closest to heaven he’s ever going to get, until he dies most presumably and even then he hopes it’s filled with this. his tongue teases her tight hole, his digits pumping endlessly and desperately into her cunt, thumb brushing along her clit. the aim is to overstimulate her. make her feel like she’s in heaven, or at least pretty closed to it. “fuck--you taste so fucking good, princess.” he whines out breathless as his tongue continues, flicking against her puckered hole; sucking for good measure, needing to taste every inch of her; now and always. “does it feel good, huh? you like how daddy’s tongue and fingers feel, baby?”

[fervour]

he’s an idiot, but at least he’s self-aware enough to recognise it. making this moment of weakness up to bev was so important to him, even if he knew that she’d be understanding to a certain extent. he didn’t deserve that, was certain of it. he wanders towards her home with no hesitance whatsoever, far too eager to see his girlfriend, to know everything was going to be okay. knocking at the door; he leans back on his heels over and over again; anxiety blossoming even bigger now that he’s there. / @fierytragedy​

[lithelusts]

closed starter for @fierytragedy​

“how you feeling?” his arm rests idly against the table as he watches her intently. it was easy enough to display a semblance of professionalism when in the presence of others, but everyone knew they were together and had been for what felt like forever. his smile grows, fondness overwhelming his expression. for as long as he’d known bev, she’d inspired him, and he’d vowed never to work on anything without her by his side. plenty had sour words to say about that, but he paid them no mind. she was a talented and incredible actress, and it wasn’t just their relationship that made him adamant to make her a part of every project he worked on. “you like this one as much as the others?” her validation meant more to him than anyone elses, that was a given.

[barkovsasha]

@fervour asked: 7 for bevan x ben ( a very nsfw prompt )

once he’s naked, bevan climbs onto the bed, looking back at ben over his shoulder with a sly smile. it’s intoxicating to watch ben remove his clothes, unable to look away as he reveals more and more of his skin. bevan bites on his lower lip, cock aching between his thighs as he lays down against the bed, making sure to push his ass back enough that ben can’t focus on anything else. he flexes his muscles, grinning as he presses his cheek against the bedspread. “come on, ben. don’t waste our time. i know you want to fuck me so bad,” he groans, spreading his thighs so that ben can have a far better view of his ass and his dick from the position he’s laying in. all he wants is for ben to take exactly what he wants from him and take it hard.

[lithelusts]

closed starter for @fierytragedy​

“oh, you can take my seat, i think i’m going to leave now anyway.”

[guiltysinner]

stepping back, humiliation ripe in her features, she blinked at Ben and couldn't find words for a moment. dakota then returned distance between them as she moved back to lean against the bar one more. unexpected. she had to be losing it; she was losing it, right ?? doubt and concern whirred in her stomach , an anxiety creeping back in, wondering why she wasn't seeing the waving red flag fluttering right in front of her. dakota was normally cautious, aware, vigilante — yet, here she was, trying to deepen a kiss with a man who was doing this all for display. doing this all to ruin her father. ruin her entire family. her expression soured, and she rolled her eyes, setting her drink back on the bar before folding her arms across her chest. " just take me home , ben." dakota replied, her words thick and her eyes downturned. the knife in her purse was burning a hole, she could practically smell the burning of leather. she had to be derranged — thinking there was any silver lining to this. leaning into it. enjoying his attention. it was fucking pathetic. " i'm assuming you don't need my address , since i'm sure you already know it. you know the gate code, too ?? "

Ben wasn't sure why Dakota kissed him back the way she did, but he wasn't going to think about that too much. No reason to dwell when the woman you were blackmailing into betraying her father was playing along so nicely. "Well, that was unexpected, but I have a feeling your friends will be talking about that for a while to come. Apologies if they think less of you for ditching them for someone like me." Which he had to imagine was what the guys were currently trying to convince them of, whatever they could do to make it seem like a flirtationship that had ended up going nowhere...unless of course a couple of them hit it off, Ben wasn't going to stop that from happening. But that wasn't his focus right now. "So, do you want another drink, or do you want me to take you home? Or some third option that I'm not thinking of."

[guiltysinner]

she watched his gaze at it wandered, her brows scrunching before her own shifted in the direction in which he was granting his momentary attention. she noticed her friends being corralled out of the bar like a heard of sheep, and a sharp longing to go run after them pinched her nerves and made her momentarily tense. they knew it was a risk — being affiliated with her . . . and often, points were made that they didn't always like going out with her because she was a danger. her name alone could strike the wrong chord with the wrong person and get them all killed. maybe it was for the best, her being left her alone with this random, handsome stranger who was asking her to betray her father. her life hung in the balance of it all, she was aware of that, and in that moment dakota had accepted that she would die one way or another - it would all come down to who was pulling the trigger. feeling ben's lips as they came down to meet her, dakota sighed through her nostrils, craning her neck to meet his affections with her own. he tasted like whiskey and mint, like poison, and the hand on the back of his neck threaded up and into his hair, tightening around the short locks and holding on as if letting go would result in her falling down a bottomless pit she'd never recover from.

"I'm sure you think so, Ms. Sanderlin." Ben replied, entertained at least by how strong she tried to make herself seem, how unaffected by what was happening that they could have this conversation, an almost flirtatious one, and perhaps actually mean it. Perhaps in the life she was used to, her words held true, but this was a completely different game and now that she'd agreed to be a part of it, the rules were changing for her. It would be a privilege to see how she handled it. His eyes shifted toward the door where a couple of his guys were finally escorting her friends out and, in order to sell their story, he leaned in to kiss her, making sure they had a perfect view. If Ben was going to be her boyfriend and have anyone believe it, the first people who needed to be on board were her friends. If there was one thing to be said about Ben, it was that he was thorough when it came to a plan. Their success relied on Dakota selling that he was nothing more than a relationship and drawing no more attention to him than a boyfriend would get.

[guiltysinner]

" mhmmm, " dakota hummed. a flicker of worry shook her ribcage as her heart skipped a beat, something about the way those words felt like a promise sending a serpent of adrenaline slithering down her sternum before plunging into her liquor-soaked belly. she smiled limply, waving the feeling away. she should just get the target always painted on her back tattooed at this point - her daddy made it a point to hold his darling daughter on a pedestal and then wondered why people tried to shoot her off of it. she was born to be the damsel, the prize to be a taken, the thread to be cut; the easiest way to her father. as ben's hands found the rounds of her cheeks, his touch feathering rouged skin, she almost was able to forget what kind of encounter this was. then again, dakota had accused anyone who ever made an advance at her at being the enemy in her mind . . . it felt nice, for a change, to have had someone be honest about that up front so she could move past the anxiety and lean fully into . . . whatever this was. if she was going to be part of some elaborate scheme to take down her father, might as well get something out of it. " is that so ?? " dakota cooed, still nursing her drink, stepping forward to press her body to his. " i'm a big girl. i can handle a lot more than you think. "

"Really? A casket?" Ben repeated curiously, putting on a little show of committing that to memory. "I'll keep that in mind when we figure out what to do with you." There was a chance this went south and, in the rare case that it did, there was no version of reality in which Dakota was left alive. Unfortunate. But that was why it had to go well. There was a momentary glint in her eye of defiance, something that intrigued Ben but then it was gone. One moment there, the next gone, and he couldn't help but think whatever decision was made might have been one that saved her life. Yet, there was something about that defiance that Ben liked, was drawn to even, as it was more refreshing than the usual people he was intimidating. Those eyes were always devoid of hope. Lifting his hands, he placed them on either side of her face, almost in a loving gesture if anyone were to see it, thumbs brushing against the soft skin of her cheek. "Baby, if you want me to tie you up, I'll do it happily. But you better think about what you're asking for, you have no idea what I'm into."

[guiltysinner]

as he stepped gloser, the darling fake-label rolling off his tongue as she clicked her own against her teeth. the hand not nursing her drink came to press on his chest, feeding into the role she had been assigned, feeling warmth radiating from his chest as it singed her palm. he was strong, like stone, and he smelt masculine. like heard leather and mahogany, notes of citrus making her lashes flutter as she cocked her head. " i'd feel safer in a casket, " she purred, walking manicured nails leisurely up his sternum. dakota's head cocked, ceruleans seeming to sparkle as she lifted her chin. she lowered her voice then, a brow lifting, before a mischievous laugh tumbled from her lips. " no fun, " she hummed, fingers now dancing over the curve of his shoulder, feathering along the side of his neck. she thought about the knife in her purse she carried around for self defense, a moment of contemplation as she traced along one of the veins that resided there before it disappeared up into his hairline, but then she let the idea fall away as she returned her gaze to his. " what ?? you don't wanna tie me up ?? "

Ben didn't buy that reaction for a second but he knew the need to play off everything like it didn't bother you. Like water rolling off of your back. It took a lot of trauma and wall building to get to that point and he had to wonder for a second if he was actually doing her a favor. Giving her a way out. What a twisted way to think about this whole thing but that was how his brain worked. "I am a gentleman." Ben confirmed with a nod, stepping closer into her space. "And I can't let anything happen to my new girlfriend, now can I? Even if that means delivering to your front door. Or kitchen or bed or wherever you feel safest." That's what doting boyfriends did after all. His eyebrows rose at the unexpected compliment, a genuine smirk on his face this time, not just to convince everyone around them that they were into each other. "I hope you aren't considering this being held for ransom, no money is going to be exchanged and you aren't being tied up so, technically speaking, I don't think this counts as a kidnapping."

[guiltysinner]

" boo, " dakota replied with a pout, eyes rolling, not doubting he was telling the truth but not having the energy within herself to care. her life had been threatened so many times at this point, it was almost comical, and with her dad breathing down her neck all the time . . . it felt good to have come to a decision on her own about her safety. about her allegiance. if she complied, he'd be fine — she'd be fine . . . everything would be FINE. " until you need to see me again , " dakota echoed, clarifying her understanding for him as she gave him an almost bored look. she then stitched a smile upon her lips, sipping contentedly on her cocktail, leaning her weight the rest of the way forward so she was pressed against his side. " how kind of you to ensure they get home unharmed, so gentlemanly . . . " she cooed, tilting her head back to look up at him, murky blues taking in his features and noticing that he wasn't ugly. " at least your handsome, " dakota spoke her thoughts aloud, humming her approval. " the last guy that used me to get to my father was hideous. i got to the point where i was begging him to put his gun in my mouth and pull the trigger. being held for ransom is horrible in its own right but , at least let me be captured by someone that's nice to look at. "

He scoffed himself at that, the idea she wouldn't have done anything knowing her friends were in danger was an unbelievable one, even if she wanted to pretend otherwise. "Then they'd be dead and so would you." It was stated matter-of-factly, no hesitation or bluff behind it. There wouldn't have been another option if Dakota wasn't useful. It was either they worked together, or they used her as bait for her father and she didn't have to be alive for that. They just had to pretend she was. But that wasn't the choice she had made and, whether or not she knew it, that had saved her life. "Right now, we're going to have another drink, laugh and have a good time together and then, yes. I'll bring you home like a doting boyfriend would, try to get invited inside and then chivalrously take my leave until I need to see you again." They needed people to see them and if they saw them, they needed to believe that they had an incredible meet cute and couldn't get enough of each other. "I have a table, come with me. And don't worry about your friends, they're going to get home safely."

[guiltysinner]

dakota's brows lifted in surprise before a sound that almost resembled a scoff left her lips. her head shook, eyes rolling as she poked at her lower lip with the top-end of her straw, gaze shifting to her friends who were over in the far corner, trying to gain their bearings. dakota thought she had gotten used to being her father's daughter, but sometimes, a curve ball was thrown and she had to adjust her play . . . though she was doing a very bad job at it now, given how little of a fight she had put up save for trying to give him a fake name. " — and what if i hadn't given a shit about you taking them ?? " she asked curiously, cerulean gaze finding his as she turned to face him once more, though her face remained nearly stoic and unmoved ; putting up the appearance that she was unmoved by the whole ordeal. dakota had seen it all — okay, maybe not it all but a fuck load of it and taking her friends ?? it seemed harmless in comparison. like taking a child's blanket. she perked at the moniker being put into play, smile finally returning, the kind of upwards curve one would give a toddler when they finally followed simple directions. " i'm sure you were, " she scoffed with a shake of her head, leaning the small of her back into the edge of the bar, boredom resuming it's stance on her expression. " so now what, mr. tough guy ?? you got my compliance , the plan is in motion . . . what next ?? you gonna take me home by curfew ?? daddy likes me home by one am at the latest."

"Baby it is." Ben nodded, tucking away that piece of info to keep in mind for the perfect situation to use it. Were the moments he thought of mature? Absolutely not. But that didn't stop him from imagining a dinner with the man and calling his daughter his nickname for her, something to remember later on. They were toeing the line of dangerous territory of flirtation, at least on his side, and he knew better than to get overly comfortable with a mark. And that's what Dakota was. She was a means to an end, but he couldn't help himself from smirking at the very obvious once over she gave him. "I did." He admitted with a nod as though it was a very normal thing for someone to do. "If you weren't so amicable to the proposal, I needed something to persuade you with. Thankfully, it didn't have to come to that." Not that it would have weighed on his mind if they'd had to do something with them in order to show her that they were serious. "No need to thank me, baby, I was happy to do it." Ben smirked, trying out the pet name and realizing it came a lot easier than he thought it would.