#Ben x fem!reader

[maddie0101]

❤︎ that damn skirt ❤︎

summary: ben can’t resist the sight of you in a mini skirt, so he bends you over in the bathroom, taking what he wants.

tags/warnings: smut (mdni), established relationship, p in v, rough sex, slight degradation, slight choking, tension, literally just smut, possessive!ben.

word count: 705 (drabble)

note: my hormones are out of control, so here’s another smut piece I’ve written :) (I’ve had to restrain myself to not continue this and keep it a drabble, lmfao)

You probably should’ve thought twice about wearing that skirt. Not because it wasn’t appropriate, but because of him.

The evening had started off casually enough. You’d invited a few friends over, a laid-back dinner to unwind, a little too much wine flowing. Ben had been tolerable at first, leaning against the kitchen island, keeping to himself, but then you walked in.

That damn skirt.

You’d put it on just to look cute, nothing too special, just your favorite, flowy skirt that hit mid-thigh. But Ben? His eyes never left you. He clocked you immediately. His eyes dragged down your legs, lingered at your hips, and he never really looked away again.

You were teasing him, you knew it. You were enjoying it too—the way his eyes would linger when you bent over to grab something from the counter, the way his hand would grip his drink a little too tightly whenever you laughed. The little glances, the way he clenched his fists.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just a low murmur under his breath every now and then, but you could feel the tension building. And when the laughter started dying down, when your friends were getting tipsy and the music slowed, you felt his gaze grow heavier, hungrier—more possessive.

You finally excused yourself to go to the bathroom, needing a moment to breathe, maybe to escape the palpable tension that was slowly simmering between you. But as soon as you entered, you realized you weren’t alone.

The door slammed shut behind you with a thud, and before you could turn around, Ben stalked in like a man possessed, like he’d been holding back all night and finally lost his grip.

“You think this shit’s funny?” he growled, backing you into the counter. “Wearing that little fuckin’ thing, strutting around like I’m not gonna lose my fuckin’ mind?”

You opened your mouth to say something but his hands were already on you, spinning you around and bending you over the counter before you could get a word out. “Ben—”

“No, baby,” he growled, cutting you off. “Fuckin’ knew what you were doing,” he muttered, dragging your skirt up roughly, bunching it around your waist .“You don’t get to act all innocent now.”

His hands slid down the backs of your thighs, rough palms gripping tight, fingers finding the waistband of your panties and yanking them down without hesitation. You gasped, the cold air hitting your skin, your pulse racing.

“You’ve been teasing me all fuckin’ night,” he said, his fingers brushed between your folds, already slick from the tension that had been building all night.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

Before you could respond, he was there, thick and hard, rubbing against you with the kind of control that made your head spin. And then he pushed into you, rough and sudden, the shock of it making you gasp as he filled you completely. You let out a cry, hands scrambling for purchase on the counter.

“Fuck, baby,” Ben groaned, gripping your hips like he was afraid you might disappear. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

He started moving, his pace brutal from the start, no buildup, no mercy. Just raw, pent-up frustration and need. Your body rocked with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the bathroom.

“You like this, huh?” he grunted. “Me fucking you like this? Bent over the fuckin’ counter with your little skirt still on?”

You moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the sink as he fucked you harder and Ben laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He was relentless, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs, his pace not slowing, only increasing. You could barely keep your eyes open as he fucked you, every inch of you consumed by him.

He leaned over you, chest against your back, hand snaking up to wrap around your throat. Not choking, just holding. “Next time,” he rasped, lips brushing your ear, “I’m not waiting, baby. I don’t give a fuck who’s around. I’ll take you wherever I want. Right in front of everyone if I have to.”

You moaned again, and he growled deep in his throat, fucking into you harder.

author’s note:

It took everything in me not to make this a oneshot or continue the fic 😅 I debated on continuing it or coming up with a better plot but this is how I’m going to leave it. I hope you guys like this one! my hormones are raging rn so I’ve been working on a lot of smut lately 😈

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[slaytheusurper]

⭑ The ballad of the raven and the dragon ⭑

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A/N: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!! PLEASE KIERAN BURTON ONE CHANCE JUST ONE!!!!!!!!

Pairing: Benjicot ("Davos") Blackwood x targ!princess!reader

Summary: Being the only daughter of queen Rhaenrya and the heir to the throne is not easy, after convincing your mother to let you patrol near the riverlands you come across a battle where you meet the infamous Bloody Ben.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, smut, burning brackens, making out, dry humping, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), wine play, vaginal sex.

It was another grey and windy morning at Dragon Stone. The sea waves crashing against the cliffs, dragons roaring in the sky. War was brewing and so was the tension at Dragon Stone. Being heir to the iron throne was heavier than you thought, the meetings with the black council were getting more dreadful and your mother, the queen, more protective of you and your brothers by the day. Ever since Ser Arryks intrusion she had more guards on watch and you were rarely allowed to leave, especially because you are the queen's only daughter and heir. 

However this morning after begging her to let you patrol the lands, she finally gave in, only for a short while. So your handmaiden quickly helped you change and put your hair up for the flight. Practically running towards the cave, you could barely pace yourself to get to your dragon. She was big for her age and almost as fierce as Caraxes. After getting on her, she felt your excitement and quickly flew out. After a while of flying around Dragon Stone you decided to go a bit further, near the riverlands. 

When you were getting closer high in the sky, you spotted some people near cow fields and a mill, so to take a closer look you descended down enough so you could see them better. Just to check if you didn’t come across the greens knights. Now being lower you could hear some yelling, and then their clothes became more apparent. Around four or so in yellow and brown and the other 4 in black and red, which in the riverlands only meant one thing. Brackens and Blackwoods. However they did not seem to notice you, too caught up in the argument. You were debating on landing out of curiosity but quickly made your decision when swords were drawn and a fight broke out. 

Then you noticed that more Brackens turned up, you knew they declared for Aegon and even though your mother told you not to engage, you never turned away from a fight. You quickly descended with your dragon and she let out a shrieking roar. The faces of the men looked up but there was no time for the Brackens to run as you commanded, “Dracarys!”. Your dragon incinerated a good half of the brackens, the other now starting to run. You quickly turned the two of you around to get on their heels and burn the remaining of them. Your body filled with adrenaline and you dragon roaring with triumph and excitement herself you heard the victorious chants of the Blackwood men down below. 

So deciding to officially meet your allies you landed near them, seemingly their commander already heading towards you. As you stood on the ground you met him halfway and could barely hold in your smile at the sight of him. Never had you seen someone as fierce, unique and handsome looking as him. “My princess, thank the gods for you and your dragon. You saved us many men.” He greeted you with a grin. “It was my pleasure, any green I see I’ll turn black.” He laughed at that, took a step closer and gave you a soft bow with his head. 

“However exciting I find to burn my enemies, this was still unnecessary my lord. I don’t remember my mother giving out orders to kill Brackens.” You lectured, your tone a bit more serious now. Even though it was thrilling, your mother would surely hear of this and get upset. “I understand your grace but those cunts deserve death, anyone who stands with the usurper does.” The fearsome lord gritted out. “But I do apologise, I meant no offence to her grace the queen…or the beautiful princess.” He said that last part softer and with a smile. 

You felt like a little girl again, blushing at his words. “I know you didn't, my lord.” He smiled again and you felt your skin heat up beneath your clothes, there was just something about him...a certain mischief. “Raventree Hall is not too far your grace, I would like to offer you some wine and food for your troubles.” He petitioned. “It was no trouble my lord but I’ll take that offer. I assume you’re on horseback?” You smiled. “Yes your grace, you could ride with me if it pleases you.” He offered. “Have you ever flown on a dragon my lord?” The words left your lips before you could even think about them. The lord of house Blackwood made you say and do things you never thought you would for a man. 

“I haven’t your grace, what are you suggesting?” He looked at you with a mix of curiosity and nervousness on his face. “Fly with me, it’s faster and more fun.” Your words surprised him and he seemed to debate on whether he should. But Benjicot Blackwood was a brave man and at this moment he would do anything to please the princess, even risking his life on a dragon's back. His men cheered behind him and one of them even pushed him in your direction. “Even if I didn’t want to, it looks like I have no choice.” He chuckled. 

“Well let’s go then.” You walked over to your dragon who didn’t seem to love the idea but always did as you commanded anyway. When you were seated, you asked your dragon to lower herself a bit for Lord Blackwood “Ivestragī zirȳla va.” and she did, almost with a grunt.  He climbed on behind you in the saddle as you scootched a bit forward to make room for the tall man. “Ready?” You asked him, grabbing the reins, his men moving out of the way before you. “I think so.” He said, holding on to your waist, which totally didn’t make your heart skip a beat. “Sōvēs.” The second the word left your lips, your dragon started to move, taking some steps before rising into the sky, wings flapping. You could hear the men below you gasp and cheer and felt the lord's hands holding on tighter to your waist. 

After some time of soaring through the skies, Raventree Hall finally came into view. With a loud thump your dragon landed on the ground and you showed lord Blackwood on how to get off, after he got off as well he grinned and led you to the gates of Raventree Hall, the tall weirwood tree looming not too far away. Following Lord Blackwood through his home you were greeted by the guards and servants roaming the place, all with a polite bow or curtsy and a soft “your grace” or “princess”. When you arrived in the big dining hall, it was empty except for you two and some guards. 

Sitting opposite to each other at the table he had a servant fetch some wine, bread, cheese and fruits. “Do you have a favourite fruit or cheese princess?” He asked while removing his gloves. “I wouldn’t want your servants to go out of their way, really anything is fine.” You smiled, cautiously observing his handsome face and veiny hands. He still had some blood on his face, which somehow made him even more alluring. When the food and wine arrived he sent the few guards and servants away and poured you some wine himself. “Thank you my lord.” You said politely, hands in your lap as you watched his tall figure looming over you behind your seat, putting the goblet in front of you. Pouring himself some too he sat back down.

“My princess you needn't call me ‘my lord’, please call me Ben.” His request surprised you but you gave him a smile and nod nonetheless. “Alright... I will.” He took a sip of his wine and looked at you shamelessly. Normally you hated men looking at you like that, but him doing it- made you hot and flushed. “I know it has been a year already but I still wanted to say how sorry I was to hear of your father. I didn’t know him well but I knew he was fierce on the battlefield.” You spoke softly. “Thank you, I must admit that seeing those Brackens today triggered some grief I still had left.” He looked down as he spoke. “I’m so sorry, I know how it feels to have your father taken by the stranger. It will get better, if there is anything I can do for you.” 

He looked at you with kind eyes. “You are too kind, and quite fierce on the battlefield yourself.” He complimented you, now with his mischievous smile back on his face. “Thank you.” You glanced around the empty room before you spoke again. “Do you- have a wife?” You almost stumbled over your words, the question wasn’t disgraceful... but how it was perceived could be. “No, the war and finding my place as new lord of Raventree Hall have kept me busy. It gives me space to...explore and experience, I guess.” He said looking at you once again- did he just look at your chest? “I see. A man is lucky enough to do that, many even continue to explore and experience well into marriage.” You said with a certain jealousy behind it. You seemed to both understand the meaning behind your words, the impure meaning. 

The winds blowing through the cold Raventree Hall made the room cool your heated conversation down a bit but your want for him couldn’t be blown away. Your eyes met each other and you couldn’t help but notice a certain change in demeanour from him. “Have you had the opportunity to explore or experience much in life yet princess?” The way he said the words, low and almost raspy, made your breath catch in your throat. “No.” You said soft and meek. He paused before he dared speak his next words. “Have you ever wondered what it’s like…” His tone was still low and soft. “Yes-” You answered quickly, you wanted nothing more than his touch. 

Before you could protest he rose from his seat, walked to the hall doors and opened them. You thought you had perhaps scared him off but then you heard him speak to the guards outside the door. “The princess has a delicate matter to discuss with me, so take your leave for the night. Make sure no servants pass here.” You could hear a hushed ‘yes my lord’ and footsteps leaving as he closed the doors again. On instinct you stood up and he walked over to you. Looking at each other's eyes and lips once more he surged forward and crashed his lips against yours. His strong grip on your waist and lips moving against yours made a soft moan escape your lips. He moved you tighter against him and your arms were holding on to his back.

His veiny hands moving down to your ass and gripping it tightly caused your clothed pussy and his hardening cock to grind on each other making him groan against your lips. Pausing the kiss for a moment you begged him to do it again. “I have a better idea.” He mumbled against your lips, giving you a chaste kiss as he moved you towards the table. With your ass now touching the edge of the table his hands moved to knead your breasts before lifting you up on the table and standing between your legs. He held onto you before kissing you again, your own hands moving to his dark hair. 

Bringing you close again he started to grind his hard on right against your clothed cunt, making you moan and whine into his mouth. He left your lips to kiss along your jaw, sucking on your neck next. “Please- harder...feels so good.” You pleaded. “Fuck-” He muttered against your neck, now full on humping you like a dog, panting and cussing underneath his ragged breaths. The table was croaking and scratching the floor from the movements. Your hands held on tighter in your hair as you felt your orgasm wash over you, sudden and unknown but you never felt this amount of pleasure. As the pleasure overtook you you held your breath, his moans now becoming louder as well. “Feels good- doesn’t it pretty princess? Just wait until I fuck you on my cock.” His dirty words made you gasp and whine in response before he sadly stopped his movements. Instead he started removing your clothes, you quickly helped, once left in your undergarments and chemise he started to remove his own clothes as well, leaving him in just his breeches, the thin fabric gave you a full view of the big tent that his hard cock created. 

You couldn’t stop your hand from wanting to touch his cock, his breath hitched as your fingers touched his tip. “Does that feel good?” You asked in a seductive tone, you knew what you were doing and this newfound sinful power made you wonder what else you could do to him. “Ohh yesss.” He shuddered, “Just like that-” Your hand now fully grasped his cock moving the skin over his tip underneath the cloth. “S-stop, fuck, before you make me cum already.” Ben said with a breathy chuckle. Setting you back on the table he removed the remainder of your clothes, at the sight of your breasts he paused and couldn’t help but stare. Throwing the rest of your clothes on the floor he reached behind you and grabbed the goblet of half filled wine. “Shall we make this memorable?” He smiled mischievously. You could only nod and look at him with slight confusion, but it all became clear when he tipped the goblet over by your left breast, wine trickling down your nipple before Ben moved to lick it up and suck on the skin. You inhaled at the sensation. 

Moving to your right nipple he once again let some wine flow down your breast before he licked it up again. He kissed you once more. Then he licked your lips and sank to his knees. Your brows furrowed in confusion but you were excited for what he was about to do next. He started to kiss up your legs, kneading your thighs and hips. Your eyes rolled back at the sight before you. His head now moved between your thighs, moving the cup right above your already wet cunt he tipped it over again letting wine spill over your pussy and again he didn’t fail to lick it up. 

But this time it felt a thousand times better than your breasts. A gasp and moan left your mouth and you grabbed his head for support when he repeated the action, however this time he started to suck, lick and devour you. Putting the wine on the ground he grabbed your hips to hold you still as he went in like you were his dinner. “Gods- please- Ben!” You could never keep quiet with the way his tongue was fucking you now. And due to your sensitivity from your previous orgasm, you came undone in a matter of seconds, coating his face in your arousal. 

“Thats a good fucking girl.” He smiled leaving soft kisses on your mound before rising again. “Please, please take me. Bend me over the table and take me Ben.” You breathlessly begged. With a look of pure lust on his face he did as his princess told. Moving you off the table and turning you around he bended you over, your breasts pressing against the hard table. Hurriedly removing his breeches, he lined up his hard cock with your entrance. Using his tip to spread around your juices. “Seven hells-” He groaned as he let his tip slip inside you. You moaned and gripped the table for support as he now slowly sank into you. 

“You okay? Can I move?” He asked breathlessly. “Yes- please I’m fine- just fuck me already-” He wasted no time and grabbed your ass cheeks as he fucked into you. Gaspes, pants and moans filled the room as he pounded harder into you. He couldn’t help but slap your ass and grip it harder making you roll your eyes back in ecstasy. The table shook underneath you and now you understand why he even sent the guards outside away. 

The noises of sweaty skin slapping against each other, the moans, the cusses, the pleading, panting and creaking of the table spurred Benjicot on even more. Lifting your right leg so your knee was resting on the table as well allowed in to fuck you even deeper. His cock now fully hitting your cervix. He had to remind himself who he was fucking and that he couldn’t fill you with his cum. That became an even more difficult task as he could feel the walls of your pussy clenching around him tighter making him moan your name with each pound into you. 

Moving his fingers to your clit while thrusting into you, moaning your name against your shoulder you came with a moan of his name. Benji quickly pulled out and you turned around “On your knees.” He commanded, and you did. You had a feeling of what he wanted and opened your mouth, with a smile Ben put his leaking cock in your mouth as you started sucking. His moans became louder again and he filled your mouth, cussing as he came too, swallowing his cum he caressed your cheek before helping you up. Heavy breaths filled the room and breathy laughs from you both. He pulled you closer and you held each other for a bit.

Until you had to break the silence. “No one can know Ben.” You spoke resting your chin on his chest when you looked at him. “I know.” You shared a solemn smile before you pulled away from him reaching for your chemise on the ground. “Let me keep it.” He stammered. “Why would-” He took it from you. “Because, when you leave I’ll have something of you. And when I am lonely at night...I could relive the memory of my cock deep in your cunt.” He spoke lowly. “Okay.” You smiled, giving him a light kiss before getting dressed. Anxiety filled you as your mother must be worried by now. “I do have to leave now.” You said after Ben got dressed as well. “I know.” You kissed each other one last time before you left with your dragon, soaring through the sky as your heart hurt at the thought of not being with him.

[mahi-wayy]

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐬

pairing : soldier boy x fem!reader

summary : you're ben's sweet little lamb.

warnings : age gap ( he's 105, reader is mid 20s ) unprotected p in v ( wrap up it people! ) creampie, dirty talk mixed with praise, ben being gentle ( kind of ? ) size kink, daddy kink, !reader cries during sex, whining. NOT PROOFREAD !!

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Ben is a big man. Standing at a six foot-one with broad shoulders and bulk of a man that comes from both compound V and his workout with you.

Compared to him you're tiny with your atleat a head shorter frame and tiny pinched waist and lean muscle that came from your actual workout.

That's why he calls you little lamb.

His sweet, soft kind little lamb with bright smiles and freaky mind and such cute sounds. He loves it how you can bring out a side he doesn't usually have around anyone, how your smaller softer hands makes him so fucking careful whenever he's around you of both his behavior and his physical force.

Which much to his own surprise carries over in bed.

"Fuck little lamb always so tight for me." He grunts, his much larger over looming over your much smaller trembling form.

Your hair a mess against the sheets, hands grasping the sheets and other clawing at his shoulder. You're always pretty to but goddammit this is favorite sight.

"Ben...Ben...too much...fuck too much..."

It's adorable how you never seem to be able take it - take him - shaking and whining and sobbing in your own words yet your body does.

Your walls all gumy and warm and soft like it was made for his cock, you always take him. It just seems to overwhelm her.

He grunts, keeping the pace steady along side her sobbing moans as he peppers kisses around her muttering how good you are, how well you're taking him when it slips your mouth.

"Daddy...please..."

It's a whimper, your voice trembling as you hold on for dear life.

His brain short circuits so quicks it would've have been funny if not for the situations because right now it has only made his hips thrust harder and faster.

"Daddy's sweet little lamb..." He groans. "Doing so good for me sweethear', taking my cock so well in this tight cunt. Fuck baby, you're prefect for me."

You whine out louder, nails racking down his shoulders and back.

"Daddy...please...slow too much..."

And fuck every time your shaking voice calls him that it goes straight to his cock. One of his muscular arms wraps around your waist, hiking you up on the mattress before his pace shifts.

Going from hard and fast to slower and deeper.

Ben doesn't usually go soft, not his style, not his taste but the sound you let out, the way your much smaller fragile body moves with each of his thrust makes it totally worth it.

"Daddy..."

The whine stretches out louder and it makes him growl his pace picking up just a bit. Fuck you're such a site under, all moans and sobs, desperately holding on either to him or the sheets. Pretty.

"I'm...I'm....daddy I'm-"

Your body practically goes on lockdown, walls clamping down on his cock, thighs trembling and nails scratching whatever expanse of his unbreakable skin they can reach as your orgasm crashes through you.

The sight of it and the way your walls squeeze him make his own orgasm wash over, his cock painting your insides white, marking his territory.

He groans letting himself fall over your exhausted petite form like oversized, overweighted blanket.

"Sweetest lamb." He mutters almost smushing his face in your breats. "You did good."

a/n : what inspired this? .....I'm 5'0. Jensen is 6'1 :)

tags : @bluemerakis @deansbeer @daylighted @soldiersgirl @h8aaz @titsout4jackles @bejeweledinterludes @littlesoulshine @mostlymarvelgirl @jmoonk @yawnzshit @bittersweetfig let me know if I forgot you or you want to be added or removed!!

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ MINORS DNI 18+

SOLDIER BOY’s tattooing “daddy’s girl” on you himself and he’s pressing way too hard so he has to hold you down to make you take it. after he’s finished n you’re wiping your tears away, you can feel your heartbeat pulse in the letters as it angrily aches. if he’s fucking you and you’re not cooperating he gives it a good old smack with those thick callused fingers to make you, “shape up.”

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Hands on Me

Benjicot Blackwood x Fem!Reader x Aeron Bracken

Warnings: threesome, this is just pure smut, fingering, oral (male recieving) probably ooc because we don't see much of them

Summary: Aeron and Benji have a difficult time sharing.

a/n: this is my second time ever writing smut, so don't come at me lol. @lovebabe18 @cypherpt5fttaehyung

The hot air in the tent was shared by three naked bodies.

You lay between the two men — Benji to your left and Aeron to your right. Benjicot’s lips were on yours, muffling your moans, while Aeron’s were on your breast, sucking on the hardened nipple. One of each man’s hands were between your thighs, rubbing at and finger fucking into your wet cunt.

Their hands accidentally overlapped each other's many times as they attempted to pleasure you.

Benji released your lips. “Back off, Bracken,” he practically growled the words out. His pale face was flushed and you couldn’t tell if it was because of his usual shyness or because of the fact he was sharing a girl with his sworn enemy.

Aeron let out a small grunt as he reluctantly looked over at Benjicot, his hand now resting on your thigh.

“You back off, Blackwood.” You knew Aeron was trying to be intimidating, but his soft voice was not aiding him in doing so.

You had this peculiar arrangement with the two boys. During times of sexual need, the boys would come to you for help and you to one of them. Neither were fond of their enemy fucking the object of their desires, but you were not ready to commit yourself to anyone. And besides, you liked the drama.

You let out a small, annoyed whine. “Must you two argue right now?”

“Blackwood started it.”

Benji scoffed. “Me? You were the one getting your fat hand everywhere and hogging her.”

You roll your eyes and rest your weight on your elbows so you can get a clear look at Benjicot and Aeron.

“You two are acting like children,” you say, perhaps regretting this scheme of yours. When you had sex with Benji, it felt pleasurable, and the same could be said for when you fucked with Aeron. You had thought it would feel even better with the both of them, but you were beginning to feel impatient. You’d not finished once!

Aeron and Benji opened their mouths to form a rebuttal, but you beat them to it. “Perhaps, I should find another man to help me finish, if you two won’t.”

Instantly, Benji flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. You let out a pleased grunt in return and rested on your hands and knees.

“I think something ought to be done about that sharp tongue of yours,” Aeron says, situating himself in front of you.

Ben grabs your thighs and spreads them to fit his body between your legs. One of his hands held onto your hip as the other grabbed his cock, rubbing it against your slit. He let out a small moan, feeling how wet you are. “Fuck.”

You lean forward and take the tip of Aeron’s cock in your mouth. The Bracken lets out a moan as he shuts his eyes, focusing on the way your tongue feels on his cock. Aeron reaches one hand out and digs his fingers into your scalp, tugging on the strands of your hair.

Suddenly, you feel Benji thrust his cock into your cunt, forcing you to fully take in Aeron. They both whisper profanities as you gag on Aeron’s dick. Benicot gives you a moment to get used to the feeling of his dick in you before moving in and out.

Your upper body is delightfully pushed towards Aeron in time with Benji’s thrusts. You try not to neglect the man in front of you by focusing on the sparks of pleasure shooting through you because of Benji, and instead focus on Aeron.

As best as you can, you hollow your mouth and swirl your tongue around Aeron’s cock, sucking him off. He lets out small moans and — when he can form them — words of praise. “Just like that,” he gasps out.

You move your head back and forth on Aeron’s dick, helping him face fuck you. You rest one of your hands on his thigh for stability as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth.

You moan when you feel Benji’s fingers rubbing circles on your clitoris, bringing you closer to ecstasy. Your sounds of pleasure eventually lead Aeron to his release first. You feel him tense before finally cumming. The salty liquid invades your mouth and you sputter. It dribbles down your chin and onto the ground underneath you. Slowly, he moves out of your mouth.

You and Benji are quick to follow Aeron in finishing. Your cry out in pleasure as you cum, Benji’s fingers and cock bringing you to completion. You can feel Ben’s balls slap against you and the sound of his heavy breathing. You grind against Benji’s cock and pelvis before he finally releases. He quickly pulls out of your hole and paints your ass and thighs in his cum.

You slump forward and lay down on your stomach, mind hazy from everything that’s just happened.

Someone’s hand wraps around your shoulder and tugs you toward their chest. Your eyes flutter open and see that it’s Aeron. Suddenly, Benji’s hand wraps around your waist and pulls you towards him, trying to force you away from Aeron.

You could already hear the argument that was about to begin.

[captainreecejames]

So Long, London || My Ex is a Footballer MV1

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summary sometimes your childhood sweatheart doens't work out, and that leads you to your true love.

pairings ex!ben chilwell x reader, max verstappen x reader faceclaim danielle campbell

warnings cursing, j*s mentioned, some hate

notes I love this so much I hope you guys like it too. Also this is now going to get a written version because I need to write the angst of ben x reader and how we got to max x reader

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ynusername thank you to redbullracing for having me in the garage! always love visiting the paddock

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redbullracing we loved having you for the weekend! stop by soon

username1 what did you get maxplained about? ↳ ynusername huh? ↳ username1 it's when max traps people into conversations cause he can't stop explaining stuff to them ↳ ynusername ooohh lol I just asked him about sim racing ↳ username1 NOO girl got roped into simracing

username2 Ben in the likes 😭😭😭

username3 benjamin come get your girl!! She's being rizzed up by a vroom vroom man

redbullracing send us those pictures you took of max on the podium 🙏 ↳ ynusername I gotchu!

maxverstappen1 loved having you! ↳ schecoperez yes yn! Visit again soon 👍 ↳ ynusername if you two insist ☺️

scuderiaferrari stop by our garage again, we have the good gelato ↳ ynusername don't threaten me with a good time

username4 yn tifosi real? ↳ ynusername well I can't argue with the goat Sebastian vettel so 🤷‍♀️ ↳ redbullracing yeah but we had him first

mercedesamgf1 yn we have another goat if you want to hang out with us ↳ username5 yn really has f1 admins fighting over her in the comment section

chelseafc don't forget your first love yn ↳ leicestercity she won't. we love and miss you yn 💙 ↳ username5 no now she has football team admins here 😭

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max emilian charles, is alex going to the jeddah gp?

charles perceval dude, he's driving

max emilian you know that's not what i meant

charles perceval ooooohhh yes, she's going

max emilian cool can we introduce her to yn

charles perceval is yn making her debut as a wag

max emilian you know i hate that word

charles perceval oop yeah, we can introduce them

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ynusername not how I expected our relationship to be revealed but okay here goes nothing, everyone meet my boyfriend max

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username6 charles is not beating the lestappen allegations, why did he like this so fast? ↳ username3 especially on post just of max

username7 why yn making max kinda...? ↳ username8 i was not a max girlie but now I see it

username9 how am I f1 girlie now?? yn you've bewitched me ↳ username10 the vampire diaries to f1 pipeline ↳ username9 don't forget the pit stop at chelsea fc

username11 yn is making me a fan of sports by dating these men, stop that

redbullracing new max verstappen fan account?? ❤️ by ynusername

scuderiaferrari I guess we won't get you in the garage anytime soon? ↳ ynusername can I still get some good gelato? ↳ scuderiaferrari we guess ↳ ynusername ❤️

maxverstappen1 schatje 😒 ↳ ynusername love you babe 💙❤️

username12 yn... you were supposed to get him away from the skinny jeans, not wear them as well ↳ ynusername oops! 😅

username14 clocking in to start my shift as yn's biggest defender

username13 moving on real fast ↳ username14 I know you're not saying that 18 months is fast

username15 homie hopper ↳ username14 bitch? max and ben aren't friends, they barely even know each other

carlossainzjr no mention for the race winner? ↳ landonorris or me? ↳ ynusername i mean, congrats? 😅

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maxverstappen1 why those pictures? ↳ ynusername cause you're my cutie pie

charles_leclerc thank you yn! see you in montreal

username21 yn feeding us max girls with the boyfriend content

masonmount missed you yn! save me a ticket at silverstone ↳ ynusername ill see what i can swing mase 😂

username22 did you see what ben said about you? ↳ username23 girl she literally talked to him, of course she knows what he said

username26 not ben and max fighting over our girl yn ↳ username14 they're not fighting, max already won

username30 cause of death? that last slide

benchilwell tough race for red bull, but good to see you yn! ↳ ynusername thanks ben ↳ username26 she used to call him benny or chilly or b, never ben 😭😭 ↳ username14 tough shit, she's with max now

username27 the difference between her comment to mason and to ben, bring our family back together please

username28 congratulates charles on the win but not carlos in australia, she really is part of the lecfosi ↳ ynusername I've versed myself in the fan terms since mexico, sorry to disappoint but I'm just happy for the hometown hero ↳ charles_leclerc I'm not sneaking you anymore gelato ↳ ynusername booooo 👎🏻👎🏻

[gay-dorito-dust]

Benji Blackwood fic idea: apparently he’s a shy, honourable nobleman but an absolute unhinged feral warrior in battle. I can just imagine him being super sweet with his spouse but unleashing hell to the people that hurt her?

I live for protective characters ahaha

Taglist: @pearldaisy

You didn’t know what to think of Benjicot Blackwood, you really didn’t. All you knew of the man was the stories told of how much of a rabid dog he was in the heat of battle, that the moment he gets going he’s an ruthless and unstoppable force who smiled in the face of death.

The definition of a monster on the battlefield.

So when you finally met him you were confused, for Benjicot was anything unlike the terrifying man in the stories you’ve been told, but an awkward and somewhat shy man who’s kind smile had you feeling a light floating sensation within your chest. Benjicot Blackwood had to be the sweetest, most kindest nobleman you have ever had the pleasure to meet in the Riverlands. It also didn’t help that he was a handsome man on top of that too, with his beautiful eyes and well structured face, which helped somewhat but wasn’t the most important thing to you in any regard and merely an added attribute.

‘I had a feeling your feet would have you wandered off here.’ He says with a smile that reached his eyes before making himself at home by taking up the space beside you.

‘And a good morrow to you my lord.’ You greet him as you press a soft kiss to his cheek, making your head comfortable against his shoulder, glad that it was him who had found you rather than some wandering stranger. Ben sighs as he feels himself relax beneath your sweet affection, resting his head atop of yours as his hand reaches to intertwined with yours, a reminder that this was real and that you were real because to Ben you felt more of a dream then anything on most days and he didn’t wish to wake from this dream if it meant being by your side. ‘How many times have I told you to just call me Ben.’ Ben asks you softly, pressing a kiss to your head, already knowing the answer but just wanted an excuse to hear your voice.

You shifted to look him in the eyes and smile. ‘Too many to count?’

‘Too many to count indeed.’ Ben echoed in a lighthearted tone. ‘I swear you do this just to provoke me my darling.’ He adds as he looks at you just as the light catches his eye from between the leaves of the tree you sought shade under, making him appear more beautiful than he already was as you felt his calloused hand gently caress the back of your hand. It was strange, knowing that the man of the many stories and had the rough hands that further proved those stories of his unkept rage in battle true, could ever hold something or someone as gently and as softly as he did you.

You kiss his cheek again, finding it increasingly difficult to not grasp his face and kiss him on those plush lips of his, your silently cursed Ben for making you feel like that as you found yourself pressed further into his side, looking at him as though he had hung the stars in the sky in your honour. ‘Why would you say such a thing my lord?’ You said innocently enough but the spark of desire within Ben’s eyes were evident as he moved to rest his head against yours while he whispers huskily.

‘For you are well aware enough of the effect it has over me when it’s coming from your lips specifically.’

Before you could say anything in response a group of Brackens had came out of seemingly nowhere, snickering, and the sweet Benjicot Blackwood you had come to fall for was pushed aside for the man you’ve heard tales of as he moved to stand up in response of seeing his house rival.

‘Mind fucking off back home Bracken.’ Ben practically spat the name as though it were poison in his mouth.

‘Why? So you and your little beloved can have a little moment of privacy?’ The man in Bracken house colours said humourlessly as he looked over Ben’s shoulder to look at you. ‘Why ain’t you a pretty thing, Blackwood here is lucky to have you warm his bed I’m sure of it.’ You fought back the urge to smack the vile looking grin off of his face that brought forth a rage you didn’t know you had.

Ben must’ve felt your anger from where he stood as he moved himself so that he was in the Bracken’s line of sight, staring him down with a glare that contrasted the softness that was seemingly only reserved for your eyes only, or anyone that wasn’t a Bracken that was. ‘Keep my lady’s name out your fucking mouth.’ He seethed, jaw tense as his clenched his fists, readying himself for the inevitable fight that was about to come.

The dirty blonde haired man looked at Ben as though asking with his eyes if he was being serious and almost burst out laughing when he saw the look of pure rage encompass his entire face. ‘Oh, oh you’re being serious? Is Blackwood getting mad that his lady might have wandering eyes?’ Ben took a sharp inhale at the thought of this cunt being anywhere near you, his most dearest. The man was trying to get under his skin and he was succeeding, he knew he was in the way Ben looked more and more like a man on the verge of snapping.

Testing his luck, the dirty blonde from house Bracken took a step closer towards Ben but before his foot could touch ground or his words leave his mouth, Ben already had him tackled to the ground within a heartbeat and punching the absolute shit out of him; all the while as his little friends ran away scared that they’d be next in line, uncaring that their leader was pleading for them to help him.

The fight was severely on sided from what you could see, Ben had already broken the man’s nose and his knuckles were bruised, but in the midst of the all the adrenaline he was feeling in that moment the pain was forgotten as he kept punching the dirty blonde Bracken with the foul mouth, only until he was satisfied with his work and that the Bracken was rendered unconscious.

You didn’t move or say anything as Ben stood over the beaten and bloodied man with a crazed look in his eye, unsure of how to feel, before he looking back at you with that softness and care you came to adore. ‘Are you okay?’ He asks. It wasn’t until now did you see that the Bracken did manage to clip Ben on the mouth with something sharp, causing it to spit the skin and made him bleed, but you couldn’t help but find the sight of Ben in the aftermath of a fight oddly attractive; his chest was heaving, his hair disheveled and his knuckles both bruised and bloodied.

Your silence didn’t sit right with Ben as his brows furrowed and a lump in his throat formed as he crossed over to you, holding your face in his hands, snapping you out of your daze as you found yourself distributing your face between his beautiful eyes and his busted lip. ‘I didn’t scare you did I?’ He asks, worried of what you’ll say but when you placed your hands over his own, keeping him there as a soft smile graced your lips.

‘Scared? No, oh my gods no Benjicot, you didn’t scare me.’ You reassured him, looking him over in pride and utter adoration, ‘my god you’re anything but scary, my darling you are simply Devine.’ You add sincerely and that was enough for Ben to press his lips to yours despite the cut, licking at your lower lip to deepen the kiss as you happily complied, melting into him as he held you protectively in his arms where nothing could bring you harm.

[bennyboyfics]

Instagram live || Ben Shelton x gf!reader

Summary: You and Ben have kept your relationship a secret for 4 years now until one morning when you decide to do an Instagram live

Wc: 1,535

Warnings: slightly suggestive content if u squint

MASTERLIST

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You stir slightly in your sleep, faintly aware of light kisses peppering your arm. The warmth of Ben’s lips against your skin coaxes a smile from you before you’ve even opened your eyes. “Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his morning voice low and husky, sending a comforting warmth through you.

You turn to face him, the sight of his tousled curls and sleepy grin making your heart flutter. Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on his cheek. His lips stretch into a smile, the dimple in his left cheek making an appearance. Without hesitation, his strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest. Neither of you wants to leave the cocoon of warmth you’ve built together, tangled under the covers.

“I’m going to shower,” you whisper against the curve of his neck, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. His hands move to rest on your hips, his thumbs gently massaging the soft fabric of your pyjamas. “Can I join?” he teases, his tone playful but filled with intent. His grin widens, and you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

“I fear if you do, we won’t make it out of the bathroom anytime soon,” you reply, smirking as you push yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed. Ben groans dramatically, flopping back onto the pillows as you walk away. His hand catches yours before you get too far, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I wouldn’t mind,” he calls out, his laughter chasing you as you flip him off over your shoulder, not even bothering to turn around before you close the bathroom door.

The warm spray of water eases you into full wakefulness as you let it cascade over your skin. Wrapping yourself in a fluffy white towel, you squeeze the excess water from your hair and begin brushing your teeth. You’re mid-thought when you hear the bathroom door creak open.

Turning your head slightly, you see Ben saunter in wearing nothing but boxers, his curly hair even messier than before. He smirks as he approaches you, his arms immediately wrapping around your towel-clad body. You lean back into him, tilting your head to meet his gaze in the mirror. “Morning breath and all,” you joke, your mouth frothy with toothpaste, making him chuckle.

“You’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says softly, kissing the side of your temple. Rolling your eyes with a smile, you bend over to spit out the toothpaste, but Ben takes the opportunity to jokingly grind against you. “Ben!” you gasp, bursting into laughter as you straighten up.“What? I couldn’t resist,” he says innocently, though his mischievous grin gives him away.

You swat at his chest, but his boyish laugh is contagious, and soon you’re both grinning like idiots. Standing on your tiptoes, you loop your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours feels like home, and when you pull away, you place one last peck on the corner of his mouth. “I feel like making pancakes,” you muse, applying lip balm as he turns on the shower. “Blueberries or chocolate chips?”

“Chocolate chips, obviously,” he says with a grin, his dimples deepening. “Good choice,” you reply, giving him a thumbs-up before heading back to the bedroom to get dressed. Pulling back the curtains, you’re greeted by the sight of dark, moody clouds hanging over the Brooklyn skyline. A cosy smile spreads across your face at the thought of spending a lazy day indoors, cuddled up with Ben and rewatching Harry Potter movies for the hundredth time.

Once downstairs, an idea sparks in your mind. It’s been a while since you’ve gone live on Instagram, and a cosy morning like this feels like the perfect time. Setting your phone against the fruit bowl, you start the livestream. “Hey, guys!” you greet, your smile lighting up the screen as thousands of viewers quickly join. Chatting with your fans, you start gathering ingredients for pancakes, casually answering questions as you work.

Minutes later, you hear Ben’s footsteps descending the stairs. Clad in just grey sweatpant, he spots you immediately. Your back is to him, and you’re mid-sentence, animatedly chatting about the gloomy weather. Always one for surprises, Ben sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let out a startled yelp, jumping slightly.

“Fucks sake, Ben, you scared me!” you exclaim, spinning around to glare at him. His face is split into a grin, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans down to pepper kisses along your cheek and jaw. Your hands instinctively come up to rest on his forearms, but then it hits you—you’re still live. “Oh, shit,” you mutter under your breath, freezing in place. “What?” Ben asks, confused by your sudden stillness.

You glance toward your phone, silently cursing yourself when you see the camera pointed directly at you two. Thousands of people are watching. “I’m live on Insta,” you whisper, tilting your head up to meet Ben’s wide-eyed stare. He turns his head to the screen, realising he’s been caught. “Oh. Uh, hey…” he says awkwardly, waving at the camera as a flush creeps up his neck.

You burst into laughter, unable to hold it back. “Smooth, Shelton,” you tease as he runs a hand through his curls.“I’m gonna put on a shirt,” he says, quickly retreating up the stairs. Left alone, you turn back to the camera, the comments exploding with excitement. Fans are frantically asking about Ben, with many joking about his deer-in-headlights expression.

A minute later, Ben returns, now wearing a hoodie, looking a little more put-together. “Well, I guess the secret’s out,” he says with a sheepish grin, taking your hand as he reads through the comments. “How long have you two been together?” he reads aloud, glancing at you for confirmation. “Three years now, right?” you say, smiling as he nods. “Yep. Four this September,” he adds, his voice filled with quiet pride.

You lean against him, resting your head on his bicep as you scroll through the comments. One comment catches your attention: “The way he looks at you, though!” Looking up, you find Ben staring down at you with a soft, adoring smile. “What?” you ask, laughing shyly. “Nothing,” he replies, shaking his head as he picks up the spatula to take over the pancake-making.

Eventually, the pancakes are ready, and you prepare to end the live. “Alright, guys, we’re gonna eat now. Thanks for hanging out with us! Bye!” As you end the stream, you and Ben share a knowing look before bursting into laughter. He pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

“At least we don’t have to keep hiding anymore,” he murmurs, and you nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Yeah,” you agree, leaning into him. “It feels good to just be us.”

[rayesgenesis]

hush! — b.f

summary: you and ben are together, which your friends predicted would happen except, tonight was not the night you would prove them right. who? ben florian x fem!reader a/n: someone stop me from putting ben in secret relationships all the damn timeee

y/n?? it’s jane!!

“what-” ben muttered under his breath, barely breaking away from your mouth as he glanced towards the door.

there you were, lying on your bed in the midst of a passionate make-out session when unexpected knocks echoed through the room, causing both of you to freeze. you broke away from each other, startled by the interruption.

“just shut up and hide under the bed, now!” you whisper-yelled to order him.

ben looked at you, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

“under the bed? seriously-” he was ready to protest but the authority in your eyes made him realize that this wasn’t debate.

he quickly nodded and made sure he was out of sight and under the bed while you scrambled to hide any sign of his presence here, like the sweater he took off during your heated encounter a moment ago.

as jane kept on knocking, you quickly composed yourself and turned towards the door. you plastered on a wide smile, hoping that she wouldn’t notice your semi-disheveled look.

her smile widened as you opened the door, a sheepish expression on her face. she was clearly unaware of the situation she had interrupted, you thought.

“hey, can i come in for a second?”

she let herself in while your focus remained on appearing normal. “uh, sure, what did you want to talk about?”

“you know, girl stuff.” you stiffened as she was about to take a seat on your bed.

immediately, you lunged for the bed and took her by the arm to go sit on the window seat with you. slight confusion colored her face then, and you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any questions. thankfully, she let it go.

“it’s about carlos.” she whispered, as if she was sharing a secret. whatever it was, she seemed really eager to tell you about it.

“okay..” your eyes glanced back to your bed’s foot, still worried about your boyfriend down there.

“so.. you know how things have been going well between us? like really well?” her voice got progressively higher as she got closer to what she wanted to say.

you tried to focus but the wait made it impossible to. a few minutes ago, ben was kissing your face off for god’s sake. the come down was quite hard and thankfully, jane hadn’t noticed anything yet. however, you didn’t have time to fix yourself properly.

using your finger, you tried to wipe your mouth off and jane stopped.

“are you okay? because we can talk about this another time if you want.”

she didn’t know how great that would be. but she looked so happy coming in here, you might as well hear her out now.

you hummed, “i’m fine! you were telling me about you and carlos.” you said with a soft playful tone.

“yes, so today he asked me something,” she paused, building up the suspense, “he asked me, to be his girlfriend.” she blushed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“oh, my god, jane!!” you extended your arms and hugged her, congratulating her, when you were caught off guard by a loud bang coming from underneath your bed.

jane pulled away from the hug to look around before looking back at you, puzzled by the cause of the disturbance.

“what was that?”

you took a long minute to come up with something believable before you decided to rush her into a hug again, keeping her head away with your hand.

“nothing, nothing! this is just awesome news jane, i’m so excited for you!”

despite being disoriented by the unexplained noise, jane was quickly distracted by your enthusiasm. she was grinning again, totally oblivious to the fact that you were trying to keep her gaze away from the bed.

“thank you, i mean i never thought i’d find someone like carlos. he’s so sweet, and we just click, you know?”

you genuinely smiled. “yeah, i know. you guys are really cute together.”

you thought about what you also shared with ben and- ben. he was still hiding under your bed for god’s sake. you cleared your throat, snapping out of your daze.

“jane, i am so sorry, i have a big day tomorrow and i’m exhausted, why don’t we talk about it more then, mmh? over lunch, sounds good?” you suggested while hurrying her to the door.

“yeah! uhm, totally, sounds good!”

“okay, bye, goodnight jane!” you pushed her out of the dorm, shutting the door behind.

resting your back against it, you exhaled. the silence that started to settle in was broken by ben’s voice, under the bed.

“thought she’d never leave.”

you snorted as he came out of his hiding place, his hair slightly tousled from being underneath furniture, “shut up, she was excited.”

“i could tell, she didn’t even notice me down there.” he chuckled, clearly finding the situation amusing.

“almost” you pointed out, “what was all of this noise about?” you joked while his hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“oh, that was just me trying to find a comfortable position under there.” you lightly slapped his chest as he feigned innocence. he laughed and you couldn’t hold in your own chuckle.

“thank god she was too busy talking about carlos to notice anything, otherwise she wouldn’t have let us hear the end of it.”

ben’s smile only widened, visibly picturing the scenario in his mind.

“i think it’s time for me to leave, too.”

“what?” your smile fell, your hands gripping his forearms. “why?”

ben’s eyes met yours as you looked back up at him. he recognized the disappointment in your tone and felt bad.

“i don’t think we want your roommates to find us like jane almost did.”

you remembered how you kept your relationship a secret, so your friends wouldn’t know they were right after they spent the past year pointing out how obvious it was that you liked eachother. you were 2 months in already, and it got harder each day.

“mmh, you’re right.” you muttered, your sad eyes leaving his.

his hand tucked a hair strand behind your ear, causing you to look up again, “maybe we should just tell our friends. they’d be happy, you know.”

“i know, i just really hate being wrong.” you wrapped your arms around his back and he reciprocated the action, his head resting on top of yours.

you pulled away and stood up on your tiptoes to meet his lips.

“for the road.” you whispered close to his lips.

ben smiled against your lips as you went for another kiss, savoring every second of it. his fingers trailed up your back before he reluctantly pulled away completely, clearly not wanting to leave your side yet.

“okay we should go before they catch us red-handed” you warned him playfully.

ben’s eyebrows rose, “we? you’re coming with me?”

“you really thought i was about to sleep in my dorm alone tonight? after the day we’ve had?” you scoffed, “just open the door already.” he laughed and took your hand in his while leaving your dorm.

as you ran around the school’s hallways, trying not to get caught, you thought about how you would gladly let your friends win this one argument. for once, you were really thankful that they were right.

[reveluving]

Hello how are you? 😊 I have something in mind for the movie triple frontier 

Like imagine Ben Miller x girlfriend shy reader and both your infant son is a mommy boy, waiting Ben after the MMA fights, being both his good luck charms

a/n: Baby, I've been busy. But overall? Pretty swell, thank you for asking! And this ask? A Benny ask with a shy!reader? With a child??? FAWK, it made my entire WEEK(S), so I cannot thank you enough! 😭❤️ Hope you don't mind me making them husband & wife instead, and take care!

warnings: lovestruck benny, fluffy family-focused, brief mma-level violence & explicit language!

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

“Alright, alright, make way, comin’ through.” Frankie demanded, with him on the left and Santiago on the right as they kept you in the middle.

The two stayed vigilant, ensuring no one was close enough to bump into you, let alone your bundle of joy slung to your chest. When one did stand too close, despite accidentally, Santiago hissed, “Watch it.”

You chuckled, already used to their rugged behaviour because it was all to keep you unharmed.

Completely unharmed.

Despite the curious eyes that weighed on you, yours remained on his—Bubba’s, rubbing his back and making silly faces at him, with him none the wiser of anything beyond his mother’s presence, given the baby earmuffs on him. Instead, he reacted to your attention excitedly, displaying his gummy smile.

Will was already at the front row seats when you arrived, giving you a side hug and asking you about your and Bubba’s wellbeing like the protective brother-in-law he was.

“Hey, lil’ man, you hangin’ in there?” Will smiled at his nephew. Despite the earmuffs, he immediately recognized his uncle and squirmed against your chest, gurgling. Will, letting out a deep and hearty laugh, gently ruffled Bubba’s baby hair before offering to hold him, “C’mon.”

You loosened the carrier, and Will took Bubba into his arms, and as if on cue, in came the boisterous announcement on the microphone, “I bring you, Ben Miller!”

Many cheered, some booed, but you? You just couldn’t wipe the lovestruck smile on your face, watching him enter the arena, carrying himself with sheer confidence that whether one was a fan or not, they couldn’t deny the aura he exuded. 

If anything, Benny basked in the jeers, because his wins, many in a row, said it all. Plus, he was the lucky son of a gun blessed with a wife to die for, a son he couldn’t be any prouder of, and the best ride-or-die group in his circle. He couldn’t ask for more than that.

He looked past the crowd’s outstretched hands for taps and middle fingers of his rivals’ fans, searching for the eyes that would hold so much love for him, like he had hung the moon for her—for you—which he found amusing because he would stare at you the same way, though, bolder than your bashfulness could muster.

It wouldn’t take long to find you, kudos to his brother for saving the front-row seats way earlier, and he made sure to keep his eyes on you as he took off his shirt. Tossing the fabric onto the seats near you, he immediately pulled you into his chest, his smile widening upon watching a shy one gracing your lips, even more so as the spectators whooped at the mushy display.

He greeted you with that flirty tone of his, “You taken, pretty girl?”

Benny’s smile morphed into a grin, pumped up like the tournament was nothing more than another typical Tuesday to conquer and bring home victory to his beloved family. 

The uncontrollable bundle of excitement in his brother’s arms caught his eye, and Benny was quick to scoop his son into his arms. 

Benny couldn't be any happier, being in his element with the people he truly cared for. With his son in one arm, the other around you. He let Bubba tap his little pudgy hands on his stubbled face, his babbles of ‘ma ma ma’ soothing like a balm, before kissing his forehead, then turned his attention to you.

“Watch me.” He whispered in your ear.

“Always.” You replied, kissing his cheek, and Benny quickly closed the gap between you for a kiss. Benny, with his bulky boxing glove, had the courtesy to block the view of where your lips touched from the crowd, giving you some sense of privacy, despite the knowing cheers from the onlookers.

He couldn't help with his own amusement, seeing you press your face into his shoulder before planting a little kiss on his son's forehead, and just like that, his good luck charm, despite already being activated from the moment you walked in with Bubba, was now cranked to the max.

Ever the charmer, Benny flexed his muscles for you, even as he ascended the steps and into the cage backwards, and even then, even as he faced his rival, the smile never left his face. Just more… evil. More sinister, like he had already seen the outcome of the fight, and as he delivered the first sharp swing, Benny knew, like usual, his good luck charm has never, and will never fail him.

His focus only strayed during the one-minute breaks, looking over to see you holding Bubba, his little tiger, giving him reassuring smiles and mouthing ‘I love you’s and ‘you can do it’s, and he believed you. 

He always does.

And Bubba? Oh, Bubba, watching the little man bounce on your lap like there was no tomorrow, not only having his sweet mother holding him close but also watching his father being cool. Who cares about a bunch of guys heckling him beyond the cage when he had his son’s support?

Before he knew it, with determination coursing through his veins, plus his rival’s attempts to embarrass him for being a softie before the fight rang in his head, the announcer hailed Benny as the winner and raised his arm, prompting the spectators to go wild the same way they did when he knocked his opponent out. 

And even with his weary muscles and bones, he sought after you, just like you did him, Carelessly throwing the towel he used to wipe his sweat to the side to meet you in the middle for a kiss. He sighed as he pulled you against him, only breaking the kiss when Frankie and Pope approached, plus Will with Bubba before passing him to his brother.

Bubba giggled as Benny rubbed his forehead against his, then made grabby hands for you. Benny chuckled, “Always wants his mama, just like his old man.”

You smiled warmly, picking Bubba up before snuggling into your husband’s side and partially hiding from the crowd, “Clingy boys.”

“Your clingy boys.” He corrected with a grin before leaning in for another kiss.

Benny could have all the wins he could want, if and only if he did it all for you.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

a/n: I enjoyed making this so, so, so, so damn much, it only took me a day HEHE! Don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

[maddie0101]

say you’re mine

summary: ben's not happy when he finds out you have a date. you’re just fuck buddies—no strings attached, right? but that doesn’t matter to him. he makes it clear, real fast—that you’re only his, and no one else gets to touch you.

tags/warnings: smut (mdni.ᐟᅟ), basically porn with little plot, filthy language, possessive!ben, angry!ben, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, slight humiliation kink?, teasing, ben ripping clothes, fluff if you squint?

word count: 2.5k (short but worth it, I promise:)

notes: ahh my first sb fic and it’s absolutely filthy 🤭 hope you guys enjoy!

The room smelled like whiskey and sex. Your skin was still humming from the last time he had you—his hands gripping your hips, his mouth on your throat, your name a growl on his lips. But that was all it was. That was all it had ever been.

Just sex. No feelings. No strings. That was the deal.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your dress.

It was nothing fancy—just something nice, something that made you feel good. It hugged your body just right, showing off enough skin to tease but not enough to be obvious. Your makeup was simple, your hair just the way you liked it. You looked good and you felt good.

But you had no fucking clue why your hands were shaking.

Maybe because, deep down, you knew this wasn’t just about the date. It was about the way Ben had been looking at you lately.

The way he’d been touching you—not just with hunger, but with something deeper, something dangerous. It was about the way your heart fucking stuttered every time he smirked at you like you were his.

And you weren’t. Not really. It had been made very clear.

So this...date—was proof. Right? Proof that you weren’t waiting around for a man who didn’t do relationships. Proof that he wasn’t the only one who could make you feel wanted.

The sound of the door slamming shut behind you made your stomach drop. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“The fuck is this?” His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, laced with something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You met his gaze in the mirror. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, his green eyes dark and unreadable. His hair was a little messy, like he’d just run his hands through it and he was still in his usual gear, dog tags resting against his collarbone.

“It’s called getting ready for a date.” You forced your voice to stay steady, even as your pulse kicked up.

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “With who?”

You turned around, crossing your arms. “None of your business.”

His eyes dragged over you slowly, like he was memorizing every inch of you. Like he was pissed that someone else was about to get the view he thought belonged to him.

Ben paused for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Take it off.” He said, the command sharp, and left no room for argument. The tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine and you had to subtly squeeze your thighs together.

Your stomach tightened, but you lifted your chin. “Excuse me?”

He pushed off the doorframe, taking slow steps toward you. “I said, take it off.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You don’t get to do this. We had a deal. No strings, remember?”

His hand shot out, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him. His grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm, possessive. “Yeah? That what you really think, babydoll?” His voice was low, almost mocking. “That this is just some casual fuck to me?”

Your breath caught. “You’re not my fucking boyfriend, Soldier boy." You used his supe name on purpose. As reminder. A fucking barrier. But It didn’t work.

His eyes darkened, his lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smirk. “That right?”

His grip loosened, only for his hands to slide down to your waist, tugging you flush against him. His body was hot, solid, his scent wrapping around you like a damn vice. “Then tell me,” he murmured, lips brushing against your ear, “why you let me ruin you for every other man?”

Your breath hitched. That fucking bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing.

His hands slid down, fingers curling around the hem of your dress, bunching it up slightly. “Tell me you’re really gonna let some other guy put his hands on you. Kiss you. Fuck you.”

Your fingers curled into his suit, but you didn’t push him away. You couldn’t.

Because he was right.

No one else had ever made you feel like this. No one had ever made your body react the way he did—with just a touch, just a look.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own burning. “You really think I’m gonna let that happen?”

You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

He let out a low chuckle, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah? Then why the fuck aren’t you stopping me?”

The silence was deafening. Thick and electric. But before you could defend yourself from his accusation, his lips crashed against yours.

It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was claiming. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him, and you gasped into his mouth. His tongue slid against yours, demanding, consuming, leaving you breathless. His fingers dug into your skin like he was making damn sure you felt this. Like he was branding himself into you.

You moaned into the kiss, your body betraying you completely. Your fingers twisted in his suit, tugging him closer, and he growled against your lips, walking you backward until your back hit the dresser.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his breathing heavy, his pupils blown wide. “You’re mine,” he murmured, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. “Say it.”

You swallowed, your heart slamming against your ribs. You should have fought it. Should have pushed him away. But you didn’t. Because the truth was, you were his. You had been from the first fucking moment he touched you.

Your voice was shaky, but honest. “I’m yours.”

His lips curved into something satisfied, something dangerous. “Damn right you are.” And then he kissed you again, and this time, there was no room for argument. His mouth crashed back onto yours, his kiss hot and desperate like he couldn’t get close enough, like he needed you more than his next breath.

His fingers pushed the fabric of your dress up, slowly baring your hips—revealing smooth skin and nothing else.

No panties.

The realization hit him hard. The thought of you going out with another man like that, so exposed, so damn tempting, made something wild snap inside of him.

“You naughty girl…you were really about to go on a date with nothing on under that dress?” Ben growled, low and dangerous, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

Jealousy burned through him like gasoline on fire, tightening every muscle in his body. The image of another man’s hands on you—touching what only he should, sent white-hot rage pulsing through his veins. It wasn’t just anger; it was fucking possessive, primal fury.

You were his, and the idea of anyone else getting so much as a taste made him want to tear the world apart.

Ben let out a low, dark laugh before sliding two fingers deep into your soaked core. Your gasp hit the air, sharp and breathless, but he swallowed it the second his mouth crashed into yours. You moved your hips, grinding against his hand, desperate for more—more friction, more of him.

His fingers kept a steady rhythm, gliding in and out of you. The only sounds between you were the slick, sinful wetness of your body and the soft, breathy moans spilling from your lips.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Ben murmured, voice thick with lust. “Bet that fuck-face can’t make you come just from his fingers like this, huh?”

You whimpered, hips twitching as the pressure built deep in your core, tight, desperate, unbearable. Ben’s filthy words only spurred you on. But just as your head fell back, lost in the sensation, his free hand grabbed the thin fabric of your dress and tore it clean off with one brutal yank.

The sound of it ripping filled the air, and suddenly you were bare, completely naked beneath him. No bra either. The sight made his jaw clench, something dark flashing in his eyes. That tiny little dress, nothing underneath… it only pissed him off more.

He didn’t say a word, just crashed his lips back onto yours, hungry and rough. You moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled as his free hand, the one not buried between your thighs, came up to grab a handful of your breast.

His fingers sank into the soft flesh, kneading it hard before rolling your nipple between his fingertips, sending a jolt straight to your core.

All the while, he never let up, his fingers still working you open, steady and relentless, drinking in every desperate sound you made like he couldn’t get enough.

“Ben—” you moaned, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer, just as that familiar coil deep in your core began to tighten, winding hotter and tighter with every stroke.

“Be a good girl and come for me, baby,” Ben rasped, his gaze heavy with hunger as he watched you. He pulled just enough away, his eyes locked on yours, eager to witness every moment as you unraveled, coming undone all over his fingers.

Your body trembled as the orgasm tore through you, the wave of pleasure leaving you breathless. “Ben…” His name spilled from your lips, caught somewhere between a prayer and a moan. The sound was pure music to Ben’s ears, and he didn’t stop—pushing you through the high, helping you ride it out until your body was trembling.

Your eyes flew open, wide with surprise, as Ben moved without hesitation, lifting you off the dresser like you weighed nothing.

In one swift motion, he snatched something from beside you, then tossed you onto the bed, climbing over you with a look that said he wasn’t done with you yet.

He made quick work of his pants, popping the button open with urgency before kicking off his shoes. His suit was gone a second later, yanked over his head and tossed aside—no patience, no hesitation, just raw, desperate need.

He crashed his lips against yours, the kiss rough, desperate, and full of hunger. “Your pussy is fucking mine, only for me. Got that?” Ben pants as he drags his cock against your slick folds, teasing you.

A soft whimper escaped your lips, your body aching with need, desperate for him to finally be inside you. “Ben, please,” you breathed, voice trembling. “I need you… now.”

Ben smirked at your desperate plea, eyes dark with satisfaction as he took in the sight of you—gorgeous, breathless, and begging for him.

But just as you thought he’d finally give in, he paused. His hand reached to the side, grabbing something lying on the bed.

Your phone.

“Call him.” Ben’s voice was low, commanding, his dark gaze locking onto yours with intensity.

Your brows knit together in confusion, lips parting slightly as you stared up at him. “What?”

"Cancel the date." Ben smirked, slowly trailing the tip up and down, teasing you. "You want my cock? Then call him."

You swallowed hard, a lump tightening in your throat as you took the phone from his hand. A soft whimper slipped past your lips, your body already trembling as he kept teasing you—slow and relentless, while you scrolled through your contacts, finally landing on the number.

You waited, nerves buzzing under your skin, until finally Damon’s voice came through the line. “Hey, I was just about to call you, beautiful. We still good for six?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but a sharp gasp caught in your throat as Ben sank into you, slow and deep, a smug smirk on his face. You slapped a hand over your mouth, barely stifling the moan that threatened to spill out.

Your brain scrambled for words, trying to tell the poor guy on the other end that tonight wasn’t happening—but nothing came out.

Not with Ben thrusting in and out of you, each movement stealing your breath and breaking your focus all over again.

“Hello? You still there?” Damon’s voice called out from the phone, your name laced with concern. But before you could even think of answering, another moan threatened to escape—and this time, Ben wasn’t letting you muffle it.

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, eyes locked on yours as he slammed into you harder, deeper. The moan tore from your throat, raw and loud, echoing through the room.

There was no way Damon didn’t hear it.

As if things couldn’t get worse, Ben shifted, pinning both your wrists with one hand. With the other, he quickly snatched your phone from the bed, a smirk playing on his lips as he held it up to his ear.

"She can't come to the phone right now." Ben's eyes met yours as he slammed into you again, watching you writhe underneath him and let out another load moan. "Don't ever call her again you fucking ballguzzler. Hear that? Me fucking her?" Ben held the phone up to you before bringing it back to his ear. "She's mine."

He quickly ended the call, throwing the phone somewhere behind his shoulders but Ben didn't care as he continued driving in and out of you. "Like that, don't you babydoll?" Ben's hips snapped, sending a shock of electricity through your body. The coil in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap at any second.

"Ben-"

"Just like that, sweetheart." Ben panted, "Come around my cock, baby. Let me feel your sweet little pussy tighten around me."

He moved his lips to your neck sucking and kissing, definitely leaving marks to claim you as his. You panted and started to whimper Ben's name, feeling that coil within your stomach tighten. He drives into you one more time, sending you over the edge. You thread your fingers through Ben's hair, pulling him closer to you as he rides you through your high.

Nothing but your moans and wet slapping noises fill the air as you cum so hard your vision goes blurry. His name slips past your lips like a prayer, repeating over and over again as your body starts to shake.

"S' fuckin beautiful when you cum, God fucking look at you, baby." Ben lets out a deep groan, driving into you a few more desperate times before his hips stutter, spilling into you with a shudder. He buries his face in your neck, releasing one final thrust as he finishes, breath hot against your skin.

Your breathing gradually steadies, each inhale a little less shaky than the last. Your body still trembles, the aftermath of everything that had just unfolded leaving your limbs weak and your skin flushed. A warm blush crept up your cheeks as Ben slowly lifted his head and met your eyes.

“You’re mine, baby. Don’t forget it.” Ben murmured with a playful glint in his eyes as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

author’s note:

soooo???? first sb fic??? 🤭 don’t know whether to feel ashamed or proud tbh.

yeahhh, I was honestly giggling and kicking my feet writing this one. the whole phone thing definitely seemed like something he would do :) hehe, hope you guys liked this one! I will be writing for soldier boy a lot more now >:)

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[slaytheusurper]

⭑ House of The Dragon Masterlist ⭑

𐙚 Smut - ☾ Angst - ✧ Fluff

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Aemond Targaryen

Name day celebrations 𐙚 Summary: Your name day could only be a big celebration as your brother the king loved you so much. And both him and your husband made it their mission to give you a night to never forget.

Our sweet sister 𐙚 Summary: Aemond has been waiting for years to marry his favourite sister, Aegon agreed it was the only way of keeping her close of making sure she only belonged to them. But her being given away to a dornish prince changes everything.

In the middle of the night 𐙚 ☾ Summary: Being married to Aegon brought you no pleasure, especially when it comes to the bedroom and you were still without an heir. However your sweet brother Aemond is willing to help you out.

Under the eyes of the seven 𐙚 Summary: After years of leaving King's Landing, you go back to fight for your brothers inheritance, but the tense energy grows stronger when you meet you uncle again. So what will happen when your mother Rhaenyra betrothes you to him?

Between the pages 𐙚☾ Summary: Both you and your brother are restless, comforting words are spoken, inappropriate questions are asked, arousal hangs thick in the air and Aemond finally claims what is rightfully his.

Heartache ☾ Summary: Once best friends now turned against each other, will their betrothal mend their rift?

Ānogar ānograro 𐙚 Summary: Aemond was obsessed with his niece, and now she was officially his, his to breed, his to claim and the entire Red Keep gets to enjoy it too!

Family secrets 𐙚 Summary: Aemond finds it hard to control his sick desires for his niece and can't help but play with her.

Rybas 𐙚 Summary: Due to an argument that ocurred between you and your betrothed before the feast, he chooses to ignore you. There is only one way to make his attention turn back to you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Aegon Targaryen

Name day celebrations 𐙚 Summary: Your name day could only be a big celebration as your brother the king loved you so much. And both him and your husband made it their mission to give you a night to never forget.

Our sweet sister 𐙚 Summary: Aemond has been waiting for years to marry his favourite sister, Aegon agreed it was the only way of keeping her close of making sure she only belonged to them. But her being given away to a dornish prince changes everything.

The prince of pleasure 𐙚 Summary: You and your uncle always had fun growing up and when you see each other years later, he knows just where to take your for some real fun.

Redamancy 𐙚 Summary: During a brief walk at night you catch your eldest brother in a comprimising position with one of the servants. He obviously has to be a good brother and show you what that pleasure feels like.

Better when you're here 𐙚 ☾ Summary: Sad and needy Aegon just needs mummy to make him feel better :((((

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Jacaerys Velaryon

My dear betrothed 𐙚 Summary: After years of not seeing each other, you are to be wed to your cousin Jace, but can you hold off your desires for each other before the wedding?

I am yours and you are mine, whatever may come 𐙚 Summary: After your mother Rhaenyra ascended the iron throne you were finally able to wed your betrothed. But with a royal wedding comes a bedding ceremony.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Daemon Targaryen

The dragon and the princess 𐙚 Summary: Your name day was celebrated lavishly and after you and your uncle have a heated conversation, so you try to get off when you are finally alone in your bedchamber, or so you thought.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Benjicot ("Davos") Blackwood

The ballad of the raven and the dragon 𐙚 Summary: Being the only daughter of queen Rhaenrya and the heir to the throne is not easy, after convincing your mother to let you patrol near the riverlands you come across a battle where you meet the infamous Bloody Ben.

This is more than a sick love story (Pt. 2 Tbotratd) 𐙚✧ Summary: Returning home after that evening was harder than you thought, the risky letters don't help either. Would it really hurt to meet again?

[deansbeer]

ꕀ ﹑ ﾞೀ ♥︎ introducing the . . . TERROR ✸ TWINS .ᐟ

twin theboys/bigsky au created by millie && kari. ⓘ parental advisory explicit content.

ambiverts. heavy chain smokers. twins. deceased father. absent mother. car mechanic. car dealerships. bruised & bloodied knuckles. business degrees. serious. responsible. charming. reckless.

the terror twins .ᐟ

BEAU ARLEN the older twin by thirty minutes, and you'd think it was thirty years with the way he acts. serious, responsible, always trying to clean up whatever mess ben leaves behind.

BEN ARLEN? ben's the wild one. the charming, reckless, absolutely exhausting force of nature. he's got a grin that gets him out of trouble and fists that get him right back into it.

they love each other, obviously. but they also fight like it's a sport. screaming matches that shake the walls, usually ending in one storming out and the other slamming a door.

the only thing that makes them stop fighting? someone else trying to come between them. beau might threaten to kill ben at least once a week, but let someone else take a swing at his brother? he's throwing hands without hesitation.

their family history .ᐟ

their dad was a drunk and mean as hell. died when they were teens. nobody cried.

their mom checked out long before that. stopped really seeing them after they got older — said they looked too much like him. started calling them "boys" instead of their names. sometimes forgot birthdays. didn't come to graduation.

they learned early that family wasn't about blood — it was about who showed up. and most times, it was just the two of them.

their school years .ᐟ

both of them were smart as hell. scary smart. but BEN ARLEN couldn't sit still long enough to care, and BEAU ARLEN couldn't rest until he got it all right.

BEAU ARLEN did the full four years of college. business degree. he liked structure. liked knowing what came next. liked rules because rules made sense.

BEN ARLEN made it two years. got bored. got into fights. got out. he says it was a waste of time. beau still says it was a waste of potential.

despite the chaos, they were a team. if BEN ARLEN got into it with someone — football players, frat boys, townies — BEAU ARLEN would show up, jaw clenched, fists ready. not because ben needed help, but because he hated seeing his twin bleed.

afterwards? he'd drag ben home, sit him on a chair, and ice his face in silence. ben would smirk the whole time. beau would mutter "you're a fucking idiot" under his breath like a prayer.

their adulthood & work .ᐟ

after college, BEAU ARLEN chased that "build something from nothing" dream like it was religion. long nights, tight budgets, early mornings. now? he's got his own car dealership. big glass windows, polished floors, high-end cars, and his name on the sign.

he's got a staff, a secretary, a sleek suit, and a watch that costs more than ben's entire apartment. but he earned every bit of it, and he's proud of that.

ben? BEN ARLEN works with his hands. grease under his nails, oil on his shirt, music blasting in the garage. he's a mechanic — a damn good one. it keeps him grounded. keeps the anger out of his fists and into something productive.

BEAU ARLEN got him the shop gig. told him he needed something steady. ben rolled his eyes, but he took it. and he stayed.

every time ben crashes a car — and he crashes a lot — beau replaces it without hesitation. ben always fixes the old one anyway. "you already bought me a new one, dumbass." "and you're already fixing the one you wrecked, dumbass."

it's a cycle. but it works for them. always has.

their dynamics .ᐟ

BEAU ARLEN is logic. he plans everything, thinks five steps ahead, worries himself sick. he's got a good job, pays his bills on time, has a coffee order and a bedtime routine.

BEN ARLEN is chaos. he drives too fast, drinks too much, never answers his phone. he picks fights with strangers, flirts with danger, and lives like he's got nothing to lose.

they don't always talk. sometimes they go weeks without seeing each other. but when shit hits the fan? when something really goes wrong? ben shows up at beau's door, busted lip and bruised ribs, and beau lets him in without a word.

terror twins extras .ᐟ

BEN ARLEN always calls him "big brother" when he wants to piss him off. beau rolls his eyes but secretly likes it.

BEAU ARLEN keeps a box of first-aid stuff in his kitchen just for ben. doesn't let anyone else touch it.

ben once punched a guy in a bar for saying beau was "too uptight." beau bailed him out and said thank you through gritted teeth, though, ben didn't need to do it.

they never say "i love you." they say "you're an idiot" and "don't do that again" and "text me when you get home." it means the same thing.

⟡ TRY TO KEEP UP WITH THEIR CHAOS .ᐟ ֹ ִ ꒱

¹ prove it in bed.

⌗ kari notes. millie @soldiersgirl and i are super duper excited to share with u all, our beloved terror twins !!! we came up with the idea two weeks ago (insane) and cannot stop talking about it. we hope u love them as much as we do! <3

@ deansbeer is tagging you .ᐟ @titsout4jackles @daylighted @bluemerakis @deanswidow @beausling @jensenacklesballsack @h8aaz @bluestrd @ultravi0lence14 @blue-d @stereotypicalbarbie @bluestrd @fuckedupfate @bejeweledinterludes @blossomingorchids @tinas111 @0ccvltism @bruisedfig @deanswifeyy @dollyfiles @cupidzbunny @kamisobsessed @pieandflannel @faiszt @acaibcwl @americanvenom13 @reluctanthalfwayoptimism @mahi-wayy @samslovebug @angelicjackles @sl33pylilbunny ╱ wanna be added? join my taglist <3

[hanasnx]

Oh god Ben is so dad. I’d give up a toe (even one of the important ones!) for that man to baby me. Like please please please I’ve been good, I deserve it!!!

BABYING — s.boy

“ lookin’ at you, make me wanna fuck for life ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | the boys. NOTES. it’s hard to figure out what babying is for ben. WARNINGS. fem reader ノ established relationship ノ sexual content towards the end ノ size difference ノ age gap ノ degradation: calls you a kid ノ daddy kink: dad ノ finger sucking (m receiving) ノ features alcohol.

SOLDIER BOY treats you like a kid. it’s not loving or kind usually, it has a fair amount of condescension and you’ve heard, “the grown-ups are talking.” more times than you can count. however, there are some days—rare and few—when ben gets a little soft. maybe it’s the change of the season, maybe his team won a game, but soldier boy calls you baby and means it sweetly. “c’mere, baby,” he’ll croon, hooking his finger under your knee to guide your body over to straddle his hips on the bed. callused thumbs stroke your thighs as he looks up at you with a certain contentedness in his eyes, the subtlest upturn to the corners of his lips. “let me look at’cha.” those proud green eyes drink you in while his rough hands slide up to get under the hem of your sleep shorts.

when he’s in a good mood and he wants something from you, the point of his nose tucks under your hair, gruff voice talks in your ear, “how’s about we get outta here, pretty thing? hm?” he purrs, and you swallow down the urge to visibly shudder, meeting his gaze when he pulls away to stand at his full height with that knee-buckling smile of his. you bite your lip, nodding your head while he stoops to catch your hand, leading you out of the room to go take care of you.

usually when you’re feeling real bratty—and you take it out on anything that dares move—ben’s right there to shove you back into your place even if it means sending you on your ass. it’s effective, and he uses any means necessary. but he plays it differently on occasion, letting you get it out of your system even if it means banging your little fists on his chest until you tucker yourself out. he’ll raise his brows, “you done?” you don’t give him an audible answer, instead replying with the tired hang of your arms and your hard pant. breaking the eye contact when he rolls his, a warm palm cups the back of your neck to guide you over, and pliantly you follow his lead to a table at the wall. you recognize the bourbon he always drinks, and your nose scrunches involuntarily at the smell once the cap pops off. he sticks his pinky into the hole of the glass, tips the bottle, wetting the tip of his finger. you feel his body start to close in on you, tucking you under his arm and into his side. it feels safer here, calmer. and when his hand comes to your mouth, your lips part instinctually to suck the alcohol off his pinky finger. “there. that’s it. s’all you needed was a little attention.”

the best babying he does by far involves getting you into his bed. ushering you away to privacy with his huge frame, corralling you until he can press your back to his front. he uses tricks like big hands running up and down your arms n sides, kissing on your cheek n jaw and neck. hooking your tanktop strap down and off your shoulder one by one. slow and steady movements lull you into that sense of security, all the way until you spread your legs for him, already swollen folds opening right up to show him how wet you are. “dad?” you ask uneasily while he’s settling between your legs.

holding himself over you with one hand, he guides his cock at the base with the other. “shh, shh, baby.” he coos, “keep those legs open nice n wide f’me.”

@HANASNX 2025 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[tryingtofindava]

i saw the tyler fic u did where instead of him being impale, it was his gf! do you think u could do that but with aiden’s gf and the ceiling? 🫶

── SHE HIT THE FLOOR! NEXT THING YOU KNOW!

{[AIDEN CLARK X FEM! READER]}

A/N: is the title lyrics from Low by Flo Rida? Yes. Do I think I’m hilarious for this? Also yes.

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

Covering Ashlyn’s ears with your own shaking hands as she trembles from the crazily loud bangs coming from Taylor’s shotgun.

Watching as she shoots the ever loving fuck out of the creepy massive centipede. “… Yeah, uh- Tay, it stopped moving.” Aiden nodded with an uncomfortably big smile, though his semi assuring words fell upon deaf ears.

Giving her a thumbs up as he’s crouched right beside you while you help Ash, having a hand on your shoulder and giving you light squeezes to comfort you or himself, you couldn’t tell.

Taylor upon taking notice that creature is in fact dead…. Hopefully… She lowers the gun as Logan comes up behind her, grabbing her shaking hand soothingly. “We need to hurry in case it recovers.” He spoke reassuringly to the panting Taylor.

Watching the others rummage around the small office while you stood watch at the doorway, was a stressful experience having to keep watch to make sure no phantoms got in while also keeping an eye on Tyler (who was getting his bandages changed again by Ben.)

No one could find the keys… “Where are they?!” Taylor seethed, slamming shut another keyless drawer. “Coach must’ve moved them again!” The brunette complained while starting to rummage through another drawer.

“Does he move them often?” Ashlyn questions quietly, doing her own searching.

“Yeah, because idiots like Jay and Conner keep messing with them!” She scoffed. You would’ve giggled at Taylor being so frustrated for what seems like the first time ever if it wasn’t for your current situation.

You were leaning against Aiden who was fiddling with his army knife, flicking the blade out and flicking it back. “I feel a minor sense of Deja-vu.” He murmured in your ear while smiling to himself. It never failed to amaze you how your boyfriend could always smile no matter what was going on around him. “We have 3 minutes left,..” Logan called out to inform the group.

Ashlyn perked up at a certain sound her super hearing picked up on, she looked over at you and Aiden. “Guys, there’s a straggler.” Carrot-top warned.

Aiden sniggers, nudging you “Yeah, I can hear it running.” And with that he stabbed the smiling demon monster right in the face, making you cringe at the disgusting squelching noise it made as he pulled the knife out of the phantoms face.

“Got it!” Aiden hummed enthusiastically, skipping over to Ash to show her the black substance it left on his knife.

She of course rolled her eyes, ignoring the bleached blondes antics, her eyes falling back to you. “Is there anymore, Y/n?” She quipped in curiosity, still hearing phantom noises.

You peaked out the door, looking left and then right. “Uhhh… nope, we’re good.” You answered, looking over your shoulder at her.

The walls and ground shook, “Huh…?” You murmur to yourself in confusion. “EVERYONE GET UNDER SOMETHING!” You heard someone yell, you were too busy keeping yourself balanced to register anything else in the moment.

POP

The last thing you saw was Aiden reaching out to you, before the ceiling collapsed. “Y/N!” He shrieked, racing towards you.

That’s when it all went black.

“C’mon! Get her under the table!” Taylor helped Aiden carry you to the table, everyone crawling under it. Logan, Ben and Tyler hiding under the desk on the other side of the room.

Aiden cradled your body in his arms, rocking back and fourth with he was staring at your face in horror. Blood was leaking from your forehead, and it was also trickling from your nose.

Taylor, Ashlyn, Aiden and you all huddled together under the desk, everything was shaking violently. Aiden was on the verge of tears as Ash wiped the blood from your nose with her sleeve gently while her other hand was clasped tightly over her ear, that’s when he noticed your eyes were wide open and an unsettling grin stretched across your face.

In the real world Aiden shoots up from his sleeping spot, looking around the room until his eyes fell on your shaking form. “Y/N!” He yelled out again. Which caught the attention from the adults in the room over, including your parents/parental figure.

Before he could even get to you, the adults were already surrounding you. Trying to assist your violently thrashing form.

You coughed and wheezed, “I’m okay! I’m fine!” You assured the adults pushing hands away, while also trying to calm your heart and and breathing. “…I’m okay, really…!”

Aiden pounced on you, hugging you tightly, muttering incoherent words while pressing small pecks to your hair and forehead. You leaned into his touch, tears welling up in your own eyes just like his own.

“Don’t scare me like that again.” It was the first time you’ve ever heard him sound so serious…

[strawberriesandhotmen]

Shameless

a/n: Hello my lovelies. This scenario has been hiding in the back rooms for some time, so I thought I’d go ahead and get it out there. It’s a little shorter, but a beauty if I do say so myself. 

pairing: CEO!Billy Russo x fem!secretary!reader

CW +18 smut: swearing, tension, hickeys, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 2.5k

“Mr. Russo is not available right now, I’ll have him get back to you.” You sighed as you hung up the phone; that was their third call today. Couldn’t people take a hint? Your boss had been stressed beyond belief in recent days, and you, being the fantastic secretary you are, had been doing everything in your power to be sure he remained unbothered. This task had, however, proven harder than anticipated.

Your boss was a very attractive man; quite the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Those dark eyes of his rendered you unquestioningly obedient, yet not to a fault. You never failed to set him straight if you thought he was acting too rashly, and he always managed to complain about it. It was a strange relationship between the two of you.

“I need to see you in my office.” The sudden buzz of the intercom startled you, but you ignored the racing of your heart to tend to Mr. Russo’s needs. After all, that is what you’re paid for. Upon standing, you smoothed out your black pencil skirt and fixed the collar of your white button up, the click-clacking of your stilettos echoing around the marbled office building. With a quick knock, you entered Mr. Russo’s office, closing the door behind you.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” His head laid in his hands, lifting to face you only when you spoke. A heavy sigh escaped him, and he gestured to the chair opposite his own. You sat, rather hesitant internally, crossing your ankles and waiting for instructions.

“I need you to remind me of my meeting schedule for the day.” ‘Please’ was a word you had never heard the man utter, so you had come to stop expecting it. You didn’t mind, really, it was understandable to a point.

“Only one meeting today, sir, with the president of that prospective merger you’ve been considering.” He muttered a string of curses under his breath, clearly not looking forward to that appointment.

“Time?” Your eyes flickered to your lap as the answer appeared in your head.

“Fifteen minutes, sir.” He closed his eyes, seeming to be swallowing back a scolding. You hadn’t actually done anything wrong; in fact, you had reminded him of the meeting just yesterday, but you should’ve anticipated his anxious forgetfulness. “Shall I let you know when he arrives?” He merely nodded, leaving the room in silence once again. You took this as your cue to leave, making your way back to your desk once again.

After letting Mr. Russo know that the president of that merger had arrived, you decided to take your lunch break. Since the couch you ate at was sat quite close to Mr. Russo’s office, you could practically hear their whole conversation (not that the legal jargon was making much sense). It was only when you noticed your boss’s tone turning more agitated that you decided to step in.

With a swift knock, you cracked open the door and stuck your head in.

“Mr. Russo, sir, you’re needed upstairs.” He wasn’t needed, of course, but you thought a break might be helpful. You sensed a flash of relief behind his agitation, but he maintained his previously apparent expression for the benefit and ignorance of the merger president.

“Excuse me, John.” He muttered lowly, sliding on his suit jacket as he made his way to the elevator. You decided to do something to…relieve his tension, and followed behind him. Mr. Russo furrowed his brow in confusion as the doors slid shut and he saw you standing beside him; yep, definitely caught him off guard with this one.

“Don’t you have work to do, Miss-” You shook your head, interrupting his assumption. It wasn’t entirely incorrect, but it was an assumption.

“I’m on break, sir.” You clarified politely, subtly batting your lashes as you peered up at him. Billy’s eyes flickered over your face, taking in your appearance. He couldn’t deny that he was attracted to you, you were beautiful. But he tried his best not to show it, keeping his facial expression stoic.

“Ah, I see.”  He said simply, looking away from you and focusing on the elevator doors in front of them. The elevator began to move, the silence in the small space between you palpable. Billy remained painfully aware of your presence beside him.

“You seem stressed, sir.” You stepped closer, speaking in a quiet tone in an attempt to relax and soothe his anxiousness. It seemed to do the opposite, however, as Billy’s eyes widened slightly as you stepped closer, his gaze involuntarily sweeping down your figure. He took in the sight of your skirt and button up, the outfit hugging your curves perfectly. Despite his best efforts to remain indifferent, he couldn’t help the way his heart thumped slightly faster in his chest. He cleared his throat and looked away, his mind racing. 

“I’m fine.” In his attempt to sound casual, his voice wavered, betraying the facade he displayed to everyone else.

“Are you sure, Mr. Russo?” You prodded gently, placing a manicured hand on his forearm. The feeling of your hand on his arm sent sparks through his body. Your touch was intoxicating, it was driving him insane. He took a deep breath, still avoiding eye contact. He tried to keep his voice steady, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. 

“I said I’m fine.” He repeated, his tone a bit brusque. You pulled your hand away, momentarily questioning your original goal. The absence of your touch was like a jolt to his system. He missed the warmth of your hand on his arm. Despite his better judgement, he found himself wanting to pull you back towards him, to feel your touch again. But he resisted the urge, keeping his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“You don’t have to pretend, you know.” You pointed out, sharply breaking the tense silence. Billy closed his eyes, sighing deeply. He knew you were right, he shouldn't be pretending. But he had always been good at putting up a front, and he had never been good at letting people in. He opened his eyes again and looked at you, his expression softer than before. 

“I’m just…tired. I’ve been working non-stop and I feel like I’m about to snap.” He admitted softly. He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, letting his head fall back against the cool surface. He was exhausted. He had been pushing himself too hard, trying to juggle everything on his own. But he was so used to doing things alone, he didn’t know how to ask for help. Luckily, you could think of just the thing.

“Maybe you need to do something to...relax you.” You took a step toward him, fluttering your lashes again. You would get him this time. Billy raised an eyebrow at you, intrigued by your suggestion despite himself. He was well aware of the innuendo behind your words, and he surprisingly didn’t mind it.

“And what exactly do you suggest?” He asked, an uncharacteristic and playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Well, I am on break, sir…” I began, matching his expression. Billy’s smirk grew as he looked you up and down, taking in the sight of you in your short, tight skirt. He was getting more and more tempted by the second. He knew he should resist, it would be highly unprofessional. But he found it increasingly difficult to care about that fact.

“I suppose you are…” He said, his voice lowering to a huskier tone. He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you. He was so close that you could feel his minty breath on your face as he let his gaze wander over your figure, taking in every curve and contour. He brought a hand up to your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles against your waist. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“You know, the elevator is currently stuck between floors.” He whispered, reaching back to push the ‘stop’ button as his fingers traced the edge of your skirt. You merely hummed in response, enjoying this.

“How unfortunate for us.” Yeah, very unfortunate. Billy chuckled softly, the raspy sound sending a wave of heat straight to your core. He brought his lips to your neck, peppering light kisses along your skin.

“What ever shall we do to pass the time?” He teased, his hand slowly trailing up your thigh.

“It seems to me like you have a few ideas, Mr. Russo.” You tilted your head to the side, granting him better access as you continued the arbitrary banter. Billy smirked against your neck, kissing his way up to your jawline. He brought up his other hand, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to look at him.

“Oh, I have plenty of ideas, darling.” He said with a low growl, his eyes darkening further with desire. Billy's gaze shifted even more as he took in the sight of you, your sultry look driving him wild. He couldn’t resist you any longer. With one swift move, he scooped you up into his arms and pressed you against the wall of the elevator, his lean body pinning you in place. He buried his face in your neck, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing up your skirt and exposing more of your skin.

As his lips trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone. His hands continued to explore your body, roaming over every inch of you. He cupped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he pressed himself closer to you. He could feel your breath hitch, which only fueled his desire even more.

“God, you’re stunning.” He murmured against your skin, his hands moving up to unbutton your blouse. You hummed, biting your lip as you assisted him in the removal of your top, leaving you in a white lacy bra. Kissing his neck, you rolled your hips into his, his prominent bulge poking into your hip. A low growl escaped him at the feel of you grinding against him, his lips returning to your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. He moved his hands back to the hem of your skirt, gathering up the material in his hands and tugging it up higher.

“You’re a lovely fucking woman, darling.” He rasped out, his voice gruff. You let out a gasp as he kneeled before you, the look in his eyes feral as he tugged the skirt above your hips. Now, the wet puddle between your legs would be quite clear to him. He tsked once or twice, rather feignedly condescendingly, shaking his head.

“Oh, love, you’ve ruined these already. They’ll have to go.” He didn’t wait for a response before virtually ripping off your poor panties, tossing them behind him somewhere. Cursing under his breath, he tugged your legs apart and began placing wet kisses along your inner thighs. You let out a deep sigh of contentment, threading your fingers through his hair and grasping onto it for stability. Without another word, Billy brought his mouth to your dripping center, his lips gently placing a kiss there. A low, appreciative moan left his lips before he looked back up at you.

“Fuck, princess, you taste divine.” He breathed against your throbbing pussy, his tongue slipping out to lick a long stripe up through your folds. A whimper of his name left your lips at the sensation, and your hold on his hair tightened. A strand of his perfectly gelled locks had fallen over his forehead, making him look impossibly more heavenly. 

He groaned against you as the taste of you hit his tongue, his head moving back and forth as he tried to get more of you. His hands gripped tighter at your hips, holding you firmly in place as his tongue worked to bring you ever closer to that edge, that high. You were almost to the point of dripping onto the floor, which would be quite embarrassing, but you found yourself not caring in the slightest as Billy continued to work you over with his expert tongue.

He took his time with you, not rushing in his actions. He wanted to take all the time in the world to savor you as best he could, his tongue and lips working to memorize every sensitive spot, figuring out what made you gasp and what made you moan. His hands gripped and caressed every inch of bare skin he could reach as his tongue fucked you mercilessly, shamelessly. A rather desperate-sounding groan left his lips, vibrating against your quivering folds as you felt another drop of cum leak out of your hole.

“Billy, m’close.” You moaned, fighting to keep your knees from buckling as the knot in your stomach grew with each lap of his tongue. The lewd sounds of Billy making out with your sopping cunt filled the small, confined space, drawing you that much closer to the edge. He didn’t even bother to respond with words, merely speeding up his actions, displaying how desperate he was to have your cum fill his mouth. His nose bumped your clit every so often, and when you decided you wanted more, you let your own hand travel downward to place small circles over the swollen bud. When Billy noticed this, he drew your hand away and replaced it with his own, demonstrating just how much better he was at this than you. You couldn’t contain your moans now, whimpering and gasping incessantly as you came to your peak.

“B-Billy, m’cumming, m’cumming…” You cried out, although you were sure he knew with the way his ministrations increased in urgency. He groaned lowly as your cum poured out of you, grasping your thighs tightly to keep you supported. Lapping up every last drop of your arousal, he gingerly worked you through your high, standing only when your breath slowed.

“You did so well f’me, princess.” He mumbled against your neck, placing a kiss or two down the side. “So fuckin’ pretty when you come.” You breathed deeply as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly as you looked into his eyes appreciatively.

“That was quite shameless of you, you know that?” You smirked as you teased him, absently dragging your nails along the nape of his neck. He snorted out an amused chuckle, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to your temple.“

What can I say? You bring out the worst in me.”