#Benny Miller imagine

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Sooooo…….how do you think Benny boi would handle being caught half-naked from out the shower by his darling?? He’s showering after winning his match-up she thought he was finished but to her surprise…….. this scenario has been stuck in my brain 💀💀

Adrenaline.

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"Ben? You in here?"

You walk through the locker room, looking for your partner as you go. Eventually, when you reach the showers, you hear the water running.

"Babe?" Benny yells from behind the curtain. "That you?"

You pull it back and pop your head around, trying to keep your eyes on his.

"It's me. I'll just wait for you on the bench out here."

Before you can blink, a strong hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into the shower, water drenching you immediately. You shriek, swatting at his chest to try and escape.

His palms find your hips, plastering your bodies together.

"Need you," he murmurs into your ear, brushing your hair away from your face. "Can't wait until we get home."

"I'm soaked," you whine.

"You will be."

"Asshole," you laugh, resting your forehead on his sternum. "I like this dress. Dry."

"Stop worrying," he soothes, rucking the material up and over your head, throwing it onto the tiled floor. "Let me take your mind off it, hmm?"

He pulls your underwear down your legs, chuckling when you step out of them willingly.

Benny places your hands on the wall, kicking your feet apart. Pressing kisses down your spine, he sighs softly, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he goes.

"Fuck, this is what I needed. You, all pretty and pliant for me. So good, baby. Such a good girl."

Benny lines himself up and slides home in one smooth movement, both of you gasping in unison.

"That's it," he coos. "Take it, baby. Like you know you can. Like you were made for it."

You drop your head onto your arm and let him mould you however he likes, clearly needing the outlet. He gets like this, after his fights. He vibrates with the energy of it, looking for a release in any way he can get it.

You've become his favourite solution.

"Ben," you whine. "Fuck, babe."

"Yeah, honey. Keep saying my name just like that, please."

Benny's rhythm is frantic, frazzled, rushed, but he still manages to hit exactly the right spots. He knows your body like the back of his hand, that much is clear.

"Close," you choke out, trying not to swallow the water that still beats down. "Benny."

"Come for me, pretty girl. Give me all you've got. Please. I want it baby, that's it."

His honeyed words send you over the edge, muscles tensing and eyes rolling back. Benny joins you, groaning lowly against the wet skin of your back.

You both try to catch your breath for a moment, Ben reaching over to turn off the water. You spin and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"Better?"

"So much better," he chuckles.

You're about to respond when you hear the locker room door open, the sounds of multiple heavy footsteps filling the room.

"Benny! Champion! Where you at?"

You look at him with wide eyes, both of you realising the hilarity of the situation. Benny reaches out of the curtain to grab his dry shirt from the bench, tossing it to you and wrapping a towel around his waist. You throw it on and follow him out towards the boys sheepishly, knowing you're not about to get away with what you've just done.

"There you are!"

The boys look between you and Benny, putting the pieces together.

"You two are ridiculous," Frankie laughs.

Santiago winks at you as you bury your head in Benny's shoulder, laughter bouncing off the lockers around the room.

[touchtheinvisiblestars]

Imagine Benny when you come to him for help

"Ben?" You call out, rapping your knuckles on the door frame. You held your other arm flush to your chest, trying to ignore the searing pain coming from your shoulder.

Knocking on the door again. You didn't know if he was home or out with the guys. You just knew where his house was and that you needed help.

"Hang on a damn minute!" He yelled from inside. Clearly irritated at the disturbance at such a late hour. You breathed a sigh of relief that he was home.

"Benny please let me in." You called, glancing out into the night behind you.

"Y/N?" His heavy footsteps picked up in speed and he yanked open the door.

Practically barging past him, you stumble into the entrance way of the house.

"I'm so sorry Ben. I didn't have anywhere else to go?"

"How about a hospital? What the fuck happened to you." He looked you over, taking note of the cuts on your face and the way you held your arm.

"Don't want to talk about it."

"Fair enough. Why did you come here? Frankies' is closest to you."

"You told me I could come here if I needed to. For safety."

"Yeah but that was about- oh. Wait he did this to you?" The realisation dawned on him and he felt a wave of anger roll over him.

"I'm sorry. I just needed to get away from him, and he doesn't know where you live. Among other reasons. I would have gone to Frankie but Sam's not even a month old yet, and you don't have a baby."

"He's looking for you? To what? Have another go at beating you senseless."

"His exact words were a little more colourful and descriptive."

"Right... You need to sit down so I can clean you up. And then start over and tell me exactly what happened."

You took a seat on the very comfortable sofa. Perching yourself on the edge of the cushion. Not wanting to stain them with any dirt or blood.

Benny came back with his well stocked first aid kit. Constantly in use from his training and fighting injuries.

"Start from the top. I'm all ears." Benny prompted you as he took a seat on the footstool and started taking out some antiseptic wipes.

"There really isn't all that much to explain. I came home from work. Showered and the next thing I know he's on me like I've just told him I fucked someone in our bed. Which I hadn't by the way. Apparently some of his buddies saw me at your fight yesterday. Made up something about it and played into his jealousy about it. Nothing I could say way going to make it better."

"Fuckin' knew it. I told Will this would happen. Tell me you're not going back to him."

"Do I look brain damaged Ben? I'm not the girl that going to 'fix' him. The second he put his hands on me I was done. There's no going back from this."

A comfortable silence followed, only cut by the occasional sharp intake of breath from you as Benny cleaned you up.

"Good. 'Kay, I've cleaned up that busted eyebrow and your lip. You're lucky you don't need stitches for your hand. Can you move your shoulder or are taking a trip to the ER?"

"Ben I can't afford it. But it fuckin' hurts. I can move my wrist?" You offered, hoping it was helpful information.

Letting out a sigh, he placed down the cloth he had, "Ive fixed a fair few dislocated shoulders but if it's broken were going to have to. Can I see?"

You nodded, shifting to face him side on. He moved your hoodie to the side and his fingers prodded along you collarbone. Whimpering as he got to a particularly sore spot.

"What's the verdict nurse Miller?" You teased.

"I don't think it's broken, how this that happen exactly."

"He uh, kicked it."

Ben let out a puff of air, signaling his disgust, but continued feeling along your shoulder, "yep that's dislocated. I can put it back but I need to do it properly and quickly."

You nodded, Benny moved so he was sat behind you. Wrapping an arm around yours, he took hold of your upper arm. "Okay, what do I need to do, can you give me-"

With a sickening pop, he jolted your shoulder back into place. Letting out a horror movie worthy scream. You lurched away from him and blinked at him in shock.

"I'm sorry. It's best to just do it, warning makes it worse."

"Holy shit, that fucking hurt." You puffed out breaths of air trying to slow your heart. "But thank you."

"Try not to move it too much."

"Okay. Ben I'm sorry for just turning up here."

"None of that thank you very much. I'm just flattered you felt safe enough to come to me. I meant what I said."

"Of course I feel safe with you. You've always looked after me like I'm yours."

There was a tense silence for a moment after that as you both started at each other. Ben cleared his throat and shifted himself off the sofa.

"I'm going to grab you some painkillers. I bet you're starting to ache now."

He was right, you felt like you'd been put through a hydraulic press six different ways. Returning with a glass and a hand outstretched with a few pills in it. You gratefully took them. Downing the pills and the water easily.

"If you just drugged me I'm going to be so mad."

He let out a chuckle, "come on. If I was like that I wouldn't have wasted a good first aid kit on you. That shits expensive."

"The way you go through them yeah I bet they are." You both chuckled at the thought.

"Okay I sho-" You started to say but we're cut off by the sound a car pulling up and the engine turning off.

You heard a car door close outside. Making you freeze.

"Go upstairs now. Don't come back down until I say it's clear." Benny whisper shouted. He quickly tidied up the first aid kit and shoved it under a blanket on the sofa.

"Now!" He urged you when you didn't move.

Jumping into action you, ran upstairs, hovering on the landing.

Four sharp thumps to the front door had your blood running cold. How the fuck had he found you here?

"Will? What the hell do you want this late?"

"Is Y/N here?"

"Why?"

"I'll take that as a yes then."

"It's okay Y/N it's just Will." Benny called up to you.

Tentatively you came back downstairs. Seeing the two brothers stood side by side.

When Will locked eyes on you, he strode over and pulled you into a hug. He had always been the less affectionate of the two. So it surprised you as he rubbed your back.

"Thank god you're okay. He's been down the bar bragging about what he did to you."

"What? She's lucky she didn't have to go to the hospital." Benny seethed, "man I really want to go down there."

"Bet he missed out some bits. He was cradling his balls as I ran off."

The two of them snorted in unison, "you better have."

"Of course I did. He wouldn't have stopped. Fucker was trying to kill me."

"Well he's never gonna get the chance to again." Benny affirmed, gritting his teeth.

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'Call your man by his first name and see his reaction' trend with triple frontier boys

a/n: aka them being your baby™

genre: fluff

paring: triple frontier boys x fem! reader; established relationship

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Santi

"Hey, Santiago, can I have a cup too?"

You ask him for a cup of coffee when you see him in the kitchen making some.

"Who?"

"You"

"You never call me that," he looks at you half offended, half in disbelief.

"It's your name," you move closer to him.

"No"

"Can I have some coffee now?"

"No"

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"Coffee is only for the woman who does not call me 'Santiago,'" he stresses the 'not'. "You didn't call me 'baby."

You suck in your lips to stop you from laughing. "Aw, baby, are you mad?" you reduce the distance between you two and place a hand on his chest.

He leans down, and buries his face on the crook of your neck.

You smile and rest your hand on the nape of his neck, and trace his scar with your fingers.

He sighs in content, and pulls back after a moment and looks into your eyes with anticipation.

You lean closer to him, and then reach out your hand past him to grab the coffee cup on the kitchen counter and turn around.

"Really?" he shakes his head.

You take a sip, smiling to yourself. "Coffee is great, thanks, baby"

"Really?!" he shouts, watching you walk away from him with a teasing smirk on your lips.

"I love you!"

Your peaceful moment with his your coffee doesn't last long as he grabs you and flings you over his shoulder.

"Babe!"

He smacks your ass playfully, and carries you to bedroom making you laugh.

Frankie

"Francisco, cuddle me?" you look up from the couch, extending your arms at him in an invite.

"Am I in trouble?"

"Why would you be, Francisco?"

"I thought I was your 'honey', " He gives you his soft, puppy eyes, "your 'baby'."

Did he forget an errand or any important event?

"Am I in trouble? seriously?" he is confused, but he complies your request and lies down on the couch next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

"No, baby," you snuggle to his side, and bury your face into his chest. "I love you."

You smile when you feel a kiss on the top of your head.

"Te amo."

Benny

He was on a quick grocery shopping run. You were in your shared bedroom, sitting on the bed comfortably, telling him what else you needed.

"Benjamin, don't forget the chees-"

"What'd you just call me?"

"Benjamin"

"Why would you call me that?" he looks so offended.

"It's your name."

"It's not my name.." he lips parts open. The disrespect..."My name is 'baby'," he states as if it's the most obvious fact. He tackles you in a jump hug, pinning you to the bed and falling on top of you.

"You are crushing me, you, goof," you speak, smiling and still pinned underneath him. "Benjamin, get off me," you laugh.

Nope, try again. He doesn't even bulge.

You stifle a laugh, "Baby?"

"Yes, darlin'?"

"Baby, get off me," you giggle.

"That's better," he pretends to get off you, then grabs your face, and presses his lips on the side of your face, giving you a loud, sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. He then gets off you, and walks out of the bedroom.

"Ben!"

"I'm baby!" he yells, making you laugh.

Will

"Hey, William. How was work?"

He just came home from work. You had arrived home two hours before.

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"No, William."

"Why'd you say that?" he looks at you like you had just shot him. "What did I do?"

"Nothing."

"Sweetheart..." he follows you around the living room, "Speak to me, what did I do?" his voice is soft. He gives you the kicked puppy look, instantly making you feel bit bad.

"Nothing, baby. I'm sorry, how was work?" you soften your tone, and snake your arms around his neck. You stroke the back of his head with your left hand, and move your right hand forward to cup his cheek.

He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch.

You kiss his lips with tenderness and assure him you are not mad.

[flightlessangelwings]

My Boys

Frankie Morales x fem!reader x Benny Miller (Messy Pile of Affection universe)

Word count- 1.9k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), mmf threesome, established relationship, pegging, anal, fingering, oral (m receiving, hint at f receiving), soft dom reader, sub!Frankie, praise, pet names (babe, baby), fluff, feelings, no use of y/n

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“Shit…” you breathed as you soaked in the sight before you, “You guys look so fucking hot right now.”

Benny looked up from where he concentrated on Frankie in front of him and smirked at you, “So do you, babe,” he winked.

You bit your lip as you grinned back at one of your boyfriends. The way his gaze bore into you made your skin tingle. Absentmindedly, you ran your hand down the front of your body, testing Benny with a squeeze of your breast before you grabbed the dildo that sat snugly in the harness you wore- the only thing on your body. Benny let out a soft moan at the show you put on as his cock twitched just against Frankie’s face.

Between you and Benny, Frankie was positioned on his hands and knees, just as bare as both of you. His skin glistened from sweat from the fingering you just gave him, and generous amounts of lube dripped from between his asscheeks. Benny had watched as you prepped Frankie for your dildo, his hand stroking his cock the entire time as he enjoyed the show the two of you put on.

“You alright, Frankie?” you murmured as you caressed his back, running your hand up and down his spine.

“Great, babe,” Frankie smirked as he looked over his shoulder, “Fuck you do look hot with that strap!”

Heat rose in your skin as your tone dropped, “I like you on your hands and knees too, baby.”

“Fuck, me too!” Benny interjected enthuastically.

Frankie turned back and looked up at Benny with his mouth open. His mouth watered at the sight of his cock, so beautiful and yet just out of reach of his lips. “Ben…” he breathed. 

In a rare display of soft tenderness, Benny cupped Frankie’s face, running his thumb across the soft stubble as they locked eyes. From behind, you still ran your hands up and down Frankie’s sides in a soothing manner. Heavy breaths filled the room as the three of you stayed hypnotized by each other. Hands roamed all over, touching and caressing wherever you all could reach.

It was you who finally broke the silence, “You ready, Frankie babe?” you asked in a hushed tone, yet one that still held all the need you felt as the tip of your dildo tickled the skin of his ass.

He let out a low groan, “Yes,” he replied to you as he adjusted himself slightly, “Fuck me, baby.”

Benny let out a low groan of his own as you coated the dildo once more in lube and positioned yourself. “She’s gonna fuck you so good, Fish,” he moaned, knowing first hand just how proficient you were with your strap.

You glanced up for a moment and gave Benny a knowing smirk before you turned all your attention on the toy that you had poking at Frankie’s entrance. Before he could come up with a clever comeback to Benny’s comment, you pushed the tip in, causing any thought he might have had to vanish from his mind.

As Frankie moaned loudly, all he could think about was how good the stretch of your cock felt as you slowly pushed into him. You kneaded and spread his ass as you watched the toy disappear into him inch by inch until your hips met his ass. Benny too watched in awe, frozen in captivation.

“You doing ok, Frankie?” you asked in a whisper as you gave him a moment to adjust.

“Y-yeah,” he whimpered as his arms trembled to keep him up. He then looked up to meet Benny’s piercing gaze, “Your turn, Ben.”

“Fuck…” he breathed as Frankie’s mouth dropped open for him in an invitation.

Without a word, you gave your hips a thrust, catching Frankie and Benny both by surprise. And the sound that Frankie let out went right to your core and made you clench around nothing. “Fuck,” you echoed Benny’s curse under your breath as you thrust again, pushing Frankie forward this time.

As he lurched forward, Frankie aimed himself right at Benny’s hard cock, and the moment he was close enough, he wrapped his lips around it. Benny gasped as the warmth of Frankie’s mouth engulfed him, and he grabbed his shoulders to make sure he didn’t let go.

Together, you and Benny found a rhythm on either side of Frankie. The slow thrust of your hips made a squelching echo in the room as Frankie’s moans were muffled by Benny’s cock in his mouth. Benny, however, moaned loudly as he felt Frankie’s tongue along his length. And you couldn’t help but moan as you watched your boys in front of you.

Picking up your pace, you felt the room warm as the need grew exponentially. Overwhelmed with emotions, you reeled your hand back and slapped Frankie’s ass hard as you thrust even deeper into him. The moan he let out, while muffled, still filled the room as Frankie jolted forward in surprise. Benny’s eyes widened as he watched you rock your hips harder and faster into your shared boyfriend.

“Shit baby,” Benny groaned, “Do that again.”

“You like that, huh?” you purred as you did exactly that. Slapping Frankie’s ass again, both men groaned and you felt dizzy from how hot it was. “Yeah… I think both my boys like that,” you added as you slapped Frankie once more, squeezing it hard this time.

“Fuck…” Benny growled as his own hips stuttered into Frankie’s mouth, driving his cock down his throat.

Frankie had never been so helpless in his life. And he had never been more turned on. Though his own groans and moans were muffled by Benny’s cock in his mouth, he knew you both could tell he was enjoying this. The muscles in his ass clenched as he squeezed your dildo as you thrust into him over and over again, mirroring the way both he and Benny would fuck you.

Benny could feel Frankie’s moans around his length, and it sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. “Shit…” he groaned as his mind went blank too. Normally Benny had a lot to say during sex, but tonight he was speechless. Watching you fuck Frankie while his own cock was deep down his throat was almost too much in the best way possible. 

“My boys are so fucking good for me,” you cooed as you grabbed Frankie’s hips to angle yourself differently. As you gave one harsh thrust, Frankie’s mouth dropped open, allowing a cry to spill out unmuffled. “That’s it,” you purred as you started rocking your hips back and forth again, “That’s my Frankie baby.”

“Fuck, baby,” Benny’s eyes started to roll back into his head as he felt his climax start to build, “I’m the luckiest fuckin’ guy to get you two… Ahh… Fuck….” The way Frankie groaned into his cock sent wave and wave of pleasure up Benny’s spine. And Benny couldn’t help but thrust his hips into his mouth in time with your thrusts. “Fuck I’m gonna cum…”

That was the only warning Frankie got before Benny’s cock exploded in his mouth. He gagged for a moment until he closed his lips around his cock and sucked hard, letting his boyfriend ride out his orgasm in his mouth. He was rocked back and forth by your pounding on the other end, but Frankie concentrated hard on swallowing every last drop, not wanting anything to go to waste.

“That’s it, Frankie baby,” Benny cooed as he gave one last thrust. 

You stilled yourself for a moment, burying your dildo deep inside Frankie as Benny slowly pulled out of his mouth. You allowed him to take one deep breath as he tasted fresh air for the first time, but then you started up again. “Let us see you cum now, Frankie,” you murmured as you reached around and wrapped your hand around his cock.

Frankie’s moan filled the room as he was able to voice his pleasure for the first time that night. He leaned forward, resting his hard on Benny’s chest as he listened to the sweet nothing’s he whispered in his ear as you pounded into him. 

Pumping his cock at the same time, you let out a moan of your own as you listened to the chorus of your boys together. Even after having cum, Benny wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it lazily, sending chills up his spine and overstimulating himself. And you couldn't help but notice.

“Fuck…” you breathed as you clenched your jaw and sped up your pace.

“Fuck!” Frankie cried out as the sensations almost got too much for him, but in the best way, “Baby…”

“Cum, Frankie.”

That was all it took to send him over the edge. Gripping into Benny for dear life, Frankie came hard with a loud groan. He saw stars as you thrust into his sweet spot over and over again while you worked his cock with your hand. And feeling Benny as an anchor only added to the emotions. Frankie made a mess between their bodies as his seed splashed them both. 

With a final grunt, you thrust fully into Frankie once last time, pumping his cock to squeeze every last ounce of orgasm from him before you knew he had enough. Heavy breaths filled the room as you leaned forward, resting against Benny as well.

“I’ve got you, babes,” Benny murmured as he wrapped his arms around you both, awkwardly holding his boyfriend and his girlfriend in his arms, “Fuck that was so hot,” he added in a whisper.

“Fuck yeah it was,” Frankie replied with an exhausted laugh.

You just hummed with a smile on your face as you enjoyed the feeling of Frankie under you. It was almost as if you could feel the cock inside of him, much like the way they each liked to stay inside of you for several moments before pulling out.

Benny was the first to open his eyes, taking in the sight of the two loves of his life in his arms, “I love you guys,” he blurted out.

“I love you too,” you blinked your eyes open.

“I love you guys too,” Frankie groaned as he pushed himself up, causing your strap to pull out of him in the process of adjusting to see you both. 

He turned to you first, cupping your face and placing a deep, passionate kiss on your lips. He swallowed the moan you let out, and savored the taste of you on his tongue. Then, Frankie broke away with a gasp for breath before he turned to Benny and kissed him the same way. Hand roamed all over each other as you leaned in and joined in on the kiss. The three of you became a puddle of lips and tongues as you all tried to kiss each other at the same time, emotions overpowering the fact that it was awkward and messy. But that was perfect for how the three of you always were.

This time, it was Frankie who broke the silence as he turned to you, “Now how about Ben and I eat your sweet pussy until you can’t fuckin’ think anymore, baby.”

You whimpered in response as your skin tingled and warmed. In the heat of the moment, you almost forgot that your own needs weren’t taken care of. 

“Shit I love when you talk like that, Frankie,” Benny groaned, “But I am starved so…”

[thirsty-flygirl]

Good With Their Mouths

My fave fictional men have some very specific talents in the bedroom.

A/N: Back from the dead, put me in horny jail, whatever. I thought about it and I wrote it. Also, if you have any other Oscar/Pedro, Triple Frontier/Ted Lasso characters to add, let me know - this was way more fun that it should have been.

Spicy times ahead - minors DNI

Frankie Morales

We all know what Frankie is good at, and it’s keeping his idiotic buddies in line and eating pussy. That man has memorized every single sound and movement that you make during sex and he uses it to his advantage when he’s DTF. Which is all the time. He’s a tease, kissing down your body, stopping at all the hot zones from your lips to the apex of your thighs. He’ll nip at your mouth, slide down to circle his talented tongue around your nipple, then slowly make his way down your torso. He loves sucking a mark on your hip bone, marking you as his in a way that no other person can, but keeping it discreet because the man does not kiss and tell. Once he gets to your thighs, he will pepper the insides with kisses and nips while you whine and press your hips toward his generous mouth. After you’re nearly insane with arousal, he will gently suck at your clit, almost igniting your fuse right away. But again, this man knows exactly how to prolong your pleasure, so he will pull back just before the point of no return. You might bitch for a second, but the man dives in, tongue fucking your cunt and moaning so loudly your neighbors can hear him. He will alternate for an hour, sucking you off and licking up the taste of your slick until he finally lets you cum. You, of course, almost blackout from the sensation, but he doesn’t let up, working you even higher. You quickly cum again, squirting, and Frankie will swallow down everything you give him, then clean you up and ask for more two hours later. 

Jamie Tartt

Jamie doesn’t always eat pussy, but when he does you can count on cumming hard.  While his favorite thing in bed is to fuck you from behind while staring in a mirror at the way your tits swing and the face you make when you shatter around his (very impressive) dick, he will gladly eat you out if he has the time and he’s not too exhausted. What he lacks in finesse, he makes up for in effort. Jamie eats you out like he plays football - with one goal in mind. He wants to make you forget every name but his and, damn him, it works every time. He knows exactly what gets you off and will get right down to business when given the chance. He talks just as much in bed as he does on the pitch and holy shit, can this boy talk dirty to you. “Fuck, love, your pussy was made for eatin’,” he grins up at you as he swipes his tongue through your folds, blue eyes crinkling because he knows you’re just dying for it. “Mmmm, c’mon, you can do better than that,” he says while you beg him to let you cum, “tell me what you want, and you know I’ll give it to you . . “ All you can do is moan incoherently, which makes him absolutely smug because he knows exactly what you want and exactly how to give it to you. He spends his time between your legs sucking your clit the way you like and telling you what a good girl you are, how your cunt was made for him to fuck, that you taste so fucking good right now that he might cum before he can even sink his cock into you.. . . yeah. Jamie Tartt eats pussy. 

Benny Miller

It’s hard for Benny to slow down, but when he does it’s literally the best you’ve ever had. He takes his time, stripping you down to your panties and breathing you in before he ever thinks about touching you. Your quiet whimpers whenever his lips brush against your most sensitive spots, still covered by your soaked panties, drives him wild. But he is a trained soldier and he knows how to wait out his target, so he’ll wait until you’re absolutely begging him to put his mouth on you. Once he does, it takes you about 30 seconds to reach your peak, but that’s okay, because your boy will spend as much time down there as he needs to make you come at least two more times before getting his dick wet. The second one is a slow burn, lots of kisses pressed against your clit and gentle pressure as he sucks on your folds. He loves to stroke his tongue inside you, following it up with his fingers, as many as you can take. Once you give in to him and cum for the second time, he will ramp it up, relentlessly licking and biting at you until you flood his mouth with your arousal. He will quickly move up to kiss you hard, fucking your mouth with his tongue so that you can taste yourself while sliding his thick cock inside you. 

Santiago Garcia

We all know Santi fucks. Like, one look at this guy and you know he’s down for it any time, any place. He will turn that baseball cap around as soon as you give him the go sign and he’s on his knees ready to send you to heaven. He’s made a career out of paying attention to minute details and scanning for possible weaknesses, and making you cum is, in his mind, another mission. He has every sound, every breath cataloged. He knows when it’s too much and when it’s not enough, and he uses your body the way he knows you like it best. That said, he eats your pussy when he wants to eat your pussy, not the other way around. Luckily for you, he wants it almost every fucking day. It’s usually a surprise attack from Santi; you never know where or when, but he makes you so hot that the minute he initiates something you want it now. Something as innocent as washing dishes turns into a fuckfest; he’ll dip his hands in the warm, soapy water, flinging a little onto your white t-shirt so he can see your bra clearly underneath. As your nipples harden, he will stand behind you and massage your tits, pressing against you so you can feel his cock harden. His fingers will trail down your body, slipping underneath your shirt to softly stroke the curve of your belly before gently pulling your shorts down, kneeling on the floor despite his shitty joints because when he’s got your sweet pussy this close to his face, nothing hurts.He will begin from the back because he’s a goddamn KING, spreading your ass cheeks and letting his tongue lazily lick your hole(s). He’s a talker, but it’s more in quiet groans and whispers against your skin than actual words: “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wet . . . let me take care of you . . . ‘s that all for me? . . .” Once you’re trembling and gripping the sink to stay standing, he will lead you to a more comfortable location for the main event. 

Roy Kent

Okay. Okay. OKAY. Roy gives Pussy Eating King Frankie Morales a run for his money. This man serves cunt and eats it too. He will give it to you any way you want it. You want it slow, romantic? Roy Kent will gently lick your clit until you feel like you might explode from the sheer pleasure his mouth can bring you. The man doesn’t miss a spot, softly sucking and kissing your clit, your lips, the skin of your thighs, and everywhere in between. But the way you moan his name, like you’re on another plane of existence and he is the singular thing keeping you tied to Earth? Drives him absolutely feral. He can turn on a dime, eating your pussy like a starving man eating his first meal in a month. His groans are absolutely filthy, his big hands wrapping around your thighs so he can keep you right where he wants you. He’ll press his hips into the mattress, just to relieve some of the pressure on his cock, and he’ll cum, just like that, and be hard again for you in less time than it takes to get through halftime on match day. Once he’s completely wrung the pleasure from your body, he will grip himself and look you in the fucking eye as he slides into you. The intensity in his gaze and way he says, “Fuck, you’re incredible,” makes you nearly cum again. 

Javier Pena

One of my OG fictional boyfriends, Javi doesn’t eat pussy. Okay, he does, but it’s definitely not his favorite thing to do. Thing is, the man is so fucking good at it, he deserves a medal and a membership card, or something. Everything about him screams sexy, from his swagger to the way those big brown eyes just need to give you a look (yeah, you know the one, where he eye fucks you from head to toe and then just licks that pouty bottom lip) to get you wet. He’s a little like Santiago Garcia, the way he will eat your pussy when he wants to, not when you want it. Once he’s down there, though, he savors you. He’s not a chump and if he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna do it well. He pays attention to the things you like, and will nibble and suck your clit in alternating rhythms, slow and fast, to get you off. The one thing that sets Javi apart is the way he uses those thick fingers to help push you over the edge. While his lips and tongue are working your clit, he thrusts his fingers inside you, stretching you so good. Curling his fingers up until he finds the spot that makes you explode, Javi will work you until you’re almost there, pulling back before he can taste your sweet cum. Instead, he’ll trail those wet fingers down to your ass, slowly working them against your skin and dipping inside you, watching your pussy clench around nothing. Eventually he’ll finish the job, but not until you’re a sweaty, teary mess on his bed and swearing you’ll do anything for him if he’ll just let you cum. 

Poe Dameron

Poe, my baby, my true love, and the one that got away (yes, I’m delusional). This man does not have a lot of time, so most of your sexual liaisons are a bit rushed and there’s not enough time or space to really get down to business. BUT. When you both have a few unoccupied hours to yourselves? You will be absolutely torn apart, put back together, and shattered again. Poe Dameron loves you. He loves every. Single. Part of you. Every curve, dimple, roll; the hard places and the soft places and the places that you hate - Poe finds you absolutely stunning and would gladly spend hours worshiping every inch of your body if your little whines and breathy moans didn’t make him want to get right to the main event. His sexy, panty-melting smirk as he runs his tongue down your body floods your core to the point where you would feel embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good. And Poe loves how wet you get for him. He gently tugs your underwear down your legs, eyes glued to the heaven between your thighs. He’s almost reverent at this moment, settling down on the mattress and letting his thumbs pull you apart - just a little - so he can see your slit leaking. You hear a shaky breath, and those brown doe eyes will just stare into yours. In that moment, you can see how badly he wants you, and you feel beautiful under him. “I love how wet you get for me,” he mumbles, eyes never leaving you as he dips his head and licks up a taste with the tip of his tongue. Just the smallest touch makes your hips jump and he spreads that warm hand flat on your belly to keep you grounded. “Shhh, sweetheart, I’ll make you feel good,” he says and you believe it with everything inside you. Poe gets messy when he eats you out, using every part of his mouth to make you feel good. He loves it, really, the scent and the taste and the sight of you, coming undone on his bed. When you cum, it’s a long, rolling orgasm that just won’t stop, one right into the second, and maybe a third if you have the time. When he’s sure you’re satisfied, he’ll lick his lips and kiss back up your body, taking your mouth with his and letting his tongue swipe against yours as he urges his thick cock inside your wet heat. Eyes rolling back, Poe will let out the most satisfied groan as he begins thrusting, bringing you both quickly to release. When the two of you cum together, he’ll rest his forehead against yours and give you a soft kiss, the ring he always wears resting between your breasts on its chain.

[brewsterispunkk]

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

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

Ooo I LOVE this.

sunshine state

“I DON’T CARE”

pairing: benny miller x f!honey!reader,

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

WC: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, babe.”

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

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

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

“I swear, I didn’t mean to—”

“I know you didn’t, babe.”

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

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

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

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

He sniffed and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Pope thinks Ev is gonna leave.”

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

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

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

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

Benny’s lip wobbled a bit before he spoke.

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

Your stomach plummeted.

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

“Honey, I’m sorry—”

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

“Honey…”

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

- - - -

You did talk. For almost two hours.

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

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

“Honey I know–”

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

“Baby–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, honey. I promise.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” You asked incredulously.

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

“Benny, stop it.”

“I’m sorry baby. You deserve—”

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

“It was millions, baby.”

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

“Still—”

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

“Guess not,” he chuckled.

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

“God, I love you.”

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

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

[reveluving]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anywhere but the one place you needed him most.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded profusely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hm?" 

"Are you okay?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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Feral!Benny: Better - Benny Miller x Reader

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Companion Piece to baby, this is getting serious and Blue Lace

Benny doesn’t know why he leaves.

He doesn’t know why every time he starts to settle, he feels the urge to bolt.

All he knows is that he always ends up in the same shitty bar, drinking the same shitty drinks in an attempt to drown out the same shitty noise in his head.

He doesn’t deserve you. He knows that, he’s known it from the moment he met you. You’re too good, too pure for a man who has spent the majority of his adult life killing people.  He thinks that’s why he feels that itch underneath his skin when he starts to feel content, why he starts to dream about Tom, about the bullet snapping back his head before he tumbles onto the rocks. Those are the nights that he wakes up fighting for breath, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he struggles to untangle himself from the sheets.

He knows there’s something fundamentally broken inside of him, it feeds into the violence that he feels claw at his insides. It’s the reason he kicks the shit out of other men for money, he used to use MMA to channel some of that restlessness, but he hasn’t stopped by the gym since Tom. If he scrutinises it enough it’ll all come back to his childhood, an abusive drunk of a dad and an absentee mother. Vulnerability was a weakness in that house. You were punished either through ridicule or fists, most times both.

It's always been just him and Will, he thought it always would be. Then you came along, with a smile that rivals the sunrise and a compassion that he’s never found in anyone else. You shine so fucking bright, and he hates the thought of being the one that brings darkness into your world.

You’ve seen the nightmares, experienced them with him. Each and every single one leaves him raw and ruined, he fucking hates it because you see everything. All of his messiness, his anxiety, his terror. You see it all and that’s not the way it’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be the strong one, the one you depend on, instead he finds himself cradled in your arms, your lips smoothing over his hairline as you whisper the sweetest words into his ear. He both loves it and hates it.

It’s Benny that starts the fight.

A guy knocks into him on the way to the john and he lashes out. He knows he could just let it go but the violence it acts like a vent. All that hate he has for himself, that fucking rage he feels because he’s screwing shit up, he throws it behind that first punch. The switch flips when his fist connects, the impact of bone upon bone, the splitting of skin. The soldier takes over completely, and he doesn’t have to worry about feelings, instead he focuses on the physicality, the beauty in the movement, the release in the agony.

It’s the bartender that calls Will.

Ryan knows Benny, knows that he’s a vet. He thinks that Benny must be suffering from some sort of PTSD. He comes in here every couple of months and either drinks himself into a stupor or starts a fight, Ryan usually lets it slide because Will is so good about paying for the damages. He’s tried talking to him a couple of times, mentioned counselling, but it’s like talking to a plank of wood, Benny doesn’t even seem hear him.

It's Will that eventually knocks some sense into this brother. The two of them sit in his truck outside your house while Benny clutches an icepack to the left side of his face.

“You can’t keep doing this.”  Will tells him, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white. “To me, to yourself, to her. It’s not fair.”

Benny leans back against the headrest and exhales.

“I know.” He says, tilting his head towards the window and squinting at the light you’ve left on the porch. “You should have just taken me home.”

“Benny…” Will murmurs, raising your eyes skyward.  “This is home, not that shitty little room you have above the Chinese place. You have a woman who loves you…”

“I don’t need you to fucking tell me that.”

“Then why are you trying to fuck it up?” Will snaps at him. “Why do we keep ending up here, over and over and over again?”

“Do you know what happens when she realises I’m a fuck up?” Benny asks softly as he stares out of the window, watching the rain patter on the glass.

“Oh, I think we are way past that.” Will tells him, undoing his seatbelt and angling his body towards his brother. “She’s still here and this is what…” he uses his fingers to count. “…the fourth time you’ve bolted.”

“I don’t know why I do it.” Benny admits, resting his forehead against the pane of glass. It feels cool against his skin as he closes his eyes. “It’s like as soon as I start to get comfortable a switch flicks and I just can’t stand to be here, I have to go back to what I know, the drinking, the fighting.”

“What about the women?” Will asks and Benny shakes his head.

“I tried once.” Benny tells him, shame creeping up inside of him. He can never keep a secret from Will, he’s surprised he’s managed to hold onto it for this long. “But I just couldn’t fucking do it.”

“The heart wants what the heart wants.” Will states, leaning back in his seat as he reviews his brother.  “And your heart wants her even though you keep trying to fuck shit up.”

“Yea.” Benny says quietly.

Will listens to the spatter of rain on the roof of the truck for a second before he breaks the silence.

“You know you need to get help right?”

Benny swallows hard about the ache in his chest. It sits like a weight, compacting his lungs until the air rushes out. He knows Will has had counselling for PTSD, he knows that it helped him after he tried to strangle that guy in the middle of the supermarket for refusing to move his trolley. It should embolden him, but instead it makes him want to shrink back and hide, because going to therapy means admitting that somethings wrong and he scared that he can’t be fixed.

“Benny.” Will says forcefully. “I’m serious.”

He can tell by the tone in Will’s voice that he’s worried, and he resents it. He shouldn’t be putting either of you through this shit time and time again, but he does. It’s like a bad habit ingrained into him, he doesn’t know how to shake it. He doesn’t want to be like this. He wants to be the man who stays, the one that you can rely on, he wants to be someone you can be proud of.  He realises that he needs to tell you that, because right now all you see is him spiralling.

“Yea. I know.” He tells his brother, his hand gripping the door handle. There’s an urgency inside of him now, he can feel it rushing through his veins. He needs to get out of the car, to assure you that he’s gonna try, he’s gonna do everything he can to beat this thing. “I’ll call the VA first thing.”

“Benny…”

“I promise I will.” Benny tells Will, kicking open the door with the bottom of his boot and slipping from the seat. “Right now, I just wanna go and see my girl.”

“Benny…” Will says, his gaze meeting Benny’s before he can slam the door closed. “You deserve to be happy.”

Benny says nothing. The truth is he wants to believe it, he really does but there’s this nagging voice in his head that sounds like Tom, telling him that he doesn’t get to have a happy ending. He closes the door before following the path leading up to the front of the house. He has a key, he has for months, but he still raps his knuckles on the surface of the door.

When you open it, you’re standing there in one of his shirts and a pair of black leggings. He expects to see disappointment but instead he sees relief, relief that he’s here, relief that he isn’t dead or arrested or in a hospital somewhere. He looks down at your feet and he realises you’re wearing a pair of his socks. For some reason that’s the thing that breaks him, you in his clothes, concern etched into your features. He hurtles into your arms, pressing his face into the curve of your neck as he gathers you up, holding you close. You are the best thing he has in his life right now and he can tell he's one wrong move away from losing you.

“I’m gonna try alright?” He whispers the words into your skin, his eyes fucking stinging. The tears leak down his cheeks as he breathes in the comforting scent of fresh linen clinging to your clothes.  “I promise I’m gonna try to get better.”

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Hi! Congrats on reaching 5k followers!

Could I request a blurb where Benny Miller find out that the reader has a crush on him by accidentally finding a love letter they wrote?

Drunk Poetry.

benny miller x female reader

warnings - cursing. alcohol mention.

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“That’s the third time you’ve tried to kill me this week.”

You’re both laughing so hard you’re wheezing, clutching at your sides as happy tears drip down your faces.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. “I don’t do it on purpose, I swear.”

Benny wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in, holding you close as you rest your head on his chest. Both of you calm down, enjoying being plastered together for the moment.

Friends don’t do this stuff.

You know this.

But when it feels so right, so easy, so natural… who are you to put a stop to it?

Aggression seems to be his love language. It’s how you ended up where you were five minutes ago - you, nursing a blooming bruise on your thigh where Benny had accidentally punched it much too hard seconds earlier. Will says it’s how he shows people he likes them. He’s boisterous, a little clumsy, but so loving.

You’d been play fighting, beating each other up as per usual. The two of you were instantly bored watching a movie Frankie recommended, instead choosing to make your own entertainment.

“We need booze,” he says now, into your hair. “Just a little. Then we can dance.”

You chuckle, nodding into his shirt.

“There’s a bottle of tequila under my bed. Don’t ask.”

He laughs, and the sound rumbles through you lowly. Placing you on the couch gently, he gets up to go and find the alcohol while you stand up and grab some glasses. After a couple of minutes, you return to the living room to see him stood in the doorway, holding a pink piece of paper.

“You’re in love with me.”

Your heart drops out of your chest when you realise what he has in his hand.

“Ben, I can explain.”

His jaw is dropped, eyes wide as he looks at you. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, and it’s making you anxious.

“I, uh - I read somewhere a while ago that if you write stuff down, you can get it out of your mind. And you… you were on my mind a lot, I guess. So I started writing these letters - obviously I was never gonna send them or anything - to get stuff off my chest. You were never meant to see them, Ben. I’m sorry.”

“You’re… sorry?”

“Y-yeah. I’m sorry.”

“For the letters? Or loving me?”

You take a deep breath, holding onto the doorframe.

“Neither, actually. Yeah, neither. I’m not sorry for the letters - I’m kind of sorry that you found them, though. But I’m not sorry for loving you. Never have been.”

He strides across the room, wrapping his arms around your back as he kisses you with so much passion it almost knocks you over. You kiss him back eagerly, hands tangled in his hair as you pull him closer.

“I love you too,” he whispers against your mouth. “I thought that much was obvious.”

“Yeah?” you grin, raking your nails across the back of his neck. “You do?”

“The guys have been on my back about it for like a year.”

“A year? Sucker,” you tease, leaning in to kiss him again.

He breaks away to laugh, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks towards your bedroom.

“Let’s find that fucking tequila and get this party started, huh?”

You can’t say no to an offer like that.

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Imagine Benny when you run into your ex

Part 2 of Imagine Benny when you come to him for help. This ran away with me a bit. Hope you enjoy!

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The crowd cheered him on. As he did a victory lap of the ring. Arm held up signaling he had won the fight. Fourth match in a row, he was on fire.

As he slowed to a stop he saw you, clapping your hands and cheering him on. The biggest smile on your face.

You couldn't believe it. He was on the best winning streak. On such a high that the last match he won, he'd found you in the crowd and pulled you in for the most intense kiss of your life. Leaving you breathless and suitably rosy in the cheeks.

Blowing you a kiss, you reached out a caught it. Placing a hand over your heart.

Months had passed since you came to him at that ungodly hour and fixed you up. Bruises had faded and aches long since disappeared, as you now had a warm fuzzy feeling that followed you around daily. Paired with the ocean eyes and strong arms that were continually showing you how you were supposed to be treated.

The sound in the room was deafening, a cacophany of cheers and celebration. As bets were won and drinks were shared.

Grinning over at Benny you watched as he was awarded his trophy.

"You know he says he's winning cause of you" His brother leaned down and shouted over the noise.

"Really?"

"Yeah, says you're his good luck charm."

You smiled at the thought.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink. Did you want one?"

"I'm good, driving remember?"

Will nodded and disappeared into the crowd.

Someone tapped you on the arm and you turned to see who it was. Your smile dropped instantly as you saw who it was.

"Adam." Your blood ran cold and you froze.

"Good to see you Y/N. Having fun are we?"

"I-"

You felt your adrenaline spike and you began to tremble, totally on edge trying to figure out how this was going to play out.

You stole a glance to the ring to see Benny deep in conversation with his opponent. Smiles on their faces as they conversed.

"Not got anything to say? That's rich. You always had so much to answer back with before."

"That's before you turned into a raging psycho and tried to kill me."

"Watch your fucking mouth. I'm not afraid of him. You think I'm put off by the fact he knows how to throw a punch?"

"What do you want?"

"Haven't decided yet. I'm just waiting for him to notice me right now."

"I'm not playing this game with you, I know what you're doing." You went to walk away but we're yanked back by an eye watering grip on your wrist.

"I told you to watch your mouth." He snarled in your ear.

Shuddering at the feeling, you tried to tug your arm out of Adams grip. Him just squeezing harder at your struggle.

"Let me-" You started but two large hands ripped him away from you and you jumped at the sudden action. Benny grabbed hold of his collar and slammed him into the side of the ring. Pinning him in place. Placing himself in between the two of you. Frozen in shock you didn't move for a moment.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Don't you ever touch her again. I swear to god." Benny yelled.

The room fell silent. All eyes on Benny and Adam.

Adam just laughed, "sure go ahead. Ruin your career right here and now."

You rushed over to them, grabbing onto Benny.

"He's not worth it Ben. Let go." You pleaded your voice hushed. Hand wrapped around his tense bicep. "Don't do this now. Don't throw everything you've worked for away. He knows what he's doing. That's why he came here."

"Benny!" Will shouted, appearing behind you in an instant, he grabbed onto Ben and yanked him off Adam.

You stood in front of Benny, trying to get his attention as he stared Adam down.

Looking back at Adam who had barely moved, a smug grin on his face, "Ben, I'm okay. Please lets get out of here."

Snapping out of it, Benny shook Will off him, "I'm good. I'm not going to touch him."

He grabbed your hand and you walked with him. Weaving through the crowd that had been captivated by the scene. Down into the backroom area, where the locker rooms were.

"Ben you can't just do that. I won't have you fuck up your career just because of him." You spoke up as you followed him into the locker room.

"Y/Ns right. Benny that could have gone so wrong." Will backed you up.

"I know! I just saw him with his hands on you and I saw red."

"Wait, what? What happened? I walked back in and just saw you grabbing him." Will questioned you both.

"He came over to me as you walked away to get a drink. We had a very short conversation and I told him I wasn't going to play the game he wants to and tried to walk away."

"That's when I saw him, he like yanked her back to him and I just saw red. He has no right to be near you, let alone touch you like that." Benny took over while he unwrapped his knuckles.

"He did it on purpose in a room full of people to try and get you to fuck up. Sneaky fucking bastard." Will growled, slamming a locker door. The sound echoed around you.

Benny hadn't taken his eyes off you. "Are you okay?"

"No I'm not. No one saw it but you. So it's my word against his. My wrist hurts. I don't know what to do cause I don't think he's not going to stop."

Bennys shoulders visibly relaxed at your panicked rambling. Dropping the wraps in his duffel bag, he moved towards you. Pulling you to him and hugging you. Knowing you needed his comfort more than his protection right now.

"Benny, I'm going to go wait by the truck. I'll see you guys in a bit."

You felt him nod against you, and you heard the sound of Wills boots fade as he walked down towards the car park.

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Dragon's Triple Frontier Masterlist

** = smut * = no smut, but suggestive themes

Will "Ironhead" Miller x Reader

Series

No Turning Back - Coming Soon! After a bad breakup with nowhere else to go, you move into the bedroom in Will's house that Benny has recently vacated. Little do either of the Miller brothers know, you've been holding a candle for Will off and on for a long time, and now he's your new roommate. Will he figure out your feelings for him and ever return them - or will both your pasts catch up with you and shatter the peace of your new home?

One Shots & Drabbles

Superbowls, Beers, and Fears -> After a year of budding chemistry, will Will finally work up the courage to ask you out at a Superbowl party?

Avalanche -> Will you and the rest of the team survive the infamous helicopter crash, and how far will Will’s over-protectiveness go? (DeltaForce!Reader)

Headcanons

Dating Will

How Will Acts with a Crush

Soft Will

~***~

Will "Ironhead" Miller & Benny Miller x Reader (no incest)

One Shots & Drabbles

Movie Night with the Millers** -> You've been down lately, so Will and Benny make it their mission to cheer you up (poly and plus size reader).

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Preferences

Taking the boys to a cat cafe

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Where Were You? Part 2

F!Reader x Benny Miller series

Summary: following her father's death, Clara Davis returns home to Florida in an attempt to bring some normalcy back to her life. Yet, the people she's been avoiding for five years just might be the people she's been needing to be around all along.

Warnings: mentions of death, smoking, language, drinking, mentions of abuse (vague), age gap.

Part 1

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It has been a week since the run in at the bar with the guys. You haven’t seen them since but life hasn’t been any easier. In fact, it seems to be worse. When you returned to Florida, the only place you knew to go was back to your mom’s house. She wasn’t too happy upon your unexpected arrival but she was understanding enough to let you back into the house. You agreed that you’d take the guest bedroom and pay for a portion of your rent.

While it was nice to have a roof over your head, that didn’t mean that you mom made your life enjoyable. She made sure you knew how tough it was on her to welcome her adult daughter back into the house after not hearing a peep from you for five years. Arguments happened frequently and sometimes you went days without talking to one another, even at the dinner table.

Then, after a long shift at the bar, everything boiled over. The argument was the same as always but this time, she managed to really get under your skin.

She had caught you smoking a cigarette on the back porch. You knew she wouldn’t appreciate it but after your shift, you needed something to take the edge off.

“I can’t believe you!” She yelled. “Cigarettes? Really? What’s next, drinking a six pack a day? Turning into a drunk? You gonna turn out just like your father.”

And that’s what did it for you. She went there, whether she meant it or not, those words stung you worse than a bee sting.

“Oh my gosh, mom.” You retort. “You did not just say that to me.”

“Is this what you did all these years?” She continues to yell. “Waste your life away for something so worthless? You’re just like Tom.”

You knew she was mad when she said ‘Tom’ instead of ‘your father’. She was pissed at you and you were pissed at her. Infuriated even.

Wanting to listen no further to her you get up and run to your car and start the engine. You weren’t sure where you were going but you sure as hell weren’t going to listen to your irate mom lecture you for another minute.

You drove until you found yourself parked in the driveway of a house. A house that your muscle memory brought you to. Or maybe, it was just your memory that brought you here.

Your feet guided your body to the front door of the house before ringing the doorbell. An action you regretted as soon as your fingers had pressed the button. An internal battle played out in your mind. Part of you wanted to hop back in your car and leave. But the other part of you just desperately needed to see a familiar face.

A moment passed before the door opened.

Frankie’s smile dropped as soon as he saw you standing on the front patio. His eyes searching for a clue as to what brought you here.

“What’s wrong?” He asked stepping out onto the patio to join you.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. How embarrassing. You started to cry as you tried to formulate words.

“Mom and I got into it again.” You said between sobs. “And she- she-”

You couldn’t even get the rest of your sentence out before the sobs took over again. Frankie hesitated for a second then pulled you in for a gentle hug.

“I’m sorry, Clara.” He says soothingly, trying to get you to calm down just a little.

“Would you like to come in?” He gestures towards the door. “The guys are over tonight to watch the game but you can stay in the kitchen if you’d like? I can get you some tea started?”

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t know you had them over tonight. I can leave.”

“No, it’s alright, we don’t mind.” Frankie says reassuringly.

He guides you inside the house. The house you had been to countless times before with dad when you were a teenager. Many fond memories of game nights with the guys flooded your mind as you walked in.

The moment the guys saw you and your tear stained face, the living room fell silent. Frankie ushers you quietly to the kitchen and begins to boil a kettle of water for tea. You take a seat at the kitchen table. The same one you had won countless Monopoly games and worked on homework at. The kitchen was all too familiar to you, as was the rest of the house.

Frankie stands at the stove, his mind working on what to say, if anything. He knows you’re in a delicate position right now and he knows how desperately you need someone. But he knows that just like your dad, you can shut off once a wrong word is spoken.

So, you both remain in a comfortable silence. The guys in the living room return to speaking, but at a whisper. Everyone is now walking on eggshells, unsure of what to do next. You’re here and you’re not running away, even though part of you still wants to.

Once the water boils, Frankie pours the water in a mug with a sachet of your favorite lemon ginger tea.

He remembered.

He sets the mug down in front of you and places honey and a spoon down next to the tea. He senses that you just need some space to settle down. So, he quietly returns to the living room.

An hour must have gone by before the guys’ voices return to normal and the conversations continue. You still sit in silence mulling over the events of today.

If only dad were here you think as you finish off the tea. He’d know what to do.

The air feels thick all of a sudden so you decide to go out back to the deck for a breather. You quietly open the door, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, and you slip out back unnoticed.

You sit on a chair and pull out a cigarette and lighter. You know Frankie wouldn’t mind.

As you smoke and look up at the sky and notice how clear the night sky is. You can see all the stars and they seem brighter than you remembered. Minutes pass by before the door creaks open. Your alone time interrupted.

It’s Benny.

He sits next to you and waits a few moments before speaking up.

“You got an extra?” He asks.

Your head whips to the side to look at him. Your brain not immediately registering that he’s asking for a cigarette. You nod and hand him the pack. He pulls out a cigarette and grabs your lighter that you laid on the side table.

He takes a couple drags before you take your turn to speak.

“I didn’t think you were supposed to smoke with your training and all.” You say wondering why an MMA fighter like him would smoke.

“One won’t hurt,” he begins “as long as you don’t tell Will.”

He chuckles. Will has always been very proactive in making sure Benny was in tip-top shape when it came to fighting. He made sure Benny always had a balanced diet, exercised well and kept his body clean from anything unnecessary, like cigarettes.

You offer Benny a small smile and then look back up at the sky. He does the same.

“I never noticed how bright the stars were at night.” He says mesmerized by the night.

“Me neither. It was never this clear in South Carolina.” As soon as those words leave your mouth, you realize you slipped up.

Benny straightens in his chair after hearing this.

“So that’s where you were.” He says.

Shit. What happened to keeping your cards close to your chest?

Silence fills the void again. You wish you could take back the last minute and let it never happen. Alas, here you are.

“Why’d you leave, Clara?” Benny asks.

You weigh your options of what to do next before speaking.

“I didn’t know what else to do, Benny.” You say plainly.

“What do you mean?” He responds. “We were all here.”

“I was scared, okay?”

“We were too, especially when you left.” He says stomping out his cigarette.

“You were scared? How do you think I felt?” You say taking offense to Benny acting like he was a victim.

“What?” He’s confused.

“My dad died.” You say.

His expression turns flat.

“I didn’t-”

“My dad died. While on a trip. With you.” You pointedly say. “What else was I supposed to believe?”

“We told you we didn’t kill him.”

“I was sixteen, Benny. Sixteen!” Your voice begins to rise a little as you continue to speak. “One week my dad is telling me that when he gets back he’ll take me prom dress shopping. And all that week I’m waiting for him to come back only for you guys to return without him.”

Tears start to fall down your face the more you recount the painful memories.

“He goes on a trip with you guys, he dies with you guys. I didn’t know what else to think!”

Benny sits silently allowing you to continue speaking, knowing better than to interrupt you now that you’ve finally opened up just a little.

“You know, the only dress I got to buy was a black one for his funeral. I missed my prom because I refused to buy a dress without him. He promised me that and I never got that.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Benny finally says.

“Of course you didn’t. Nobody cared to then.” You say sourly.

“But why did you just up and leave?”

“I was hurt… by everyone. I didn’t know who to trust. It hurt to be here.” You respond.

“So where did you go?”

“South Carolina.” You opened the can of worms now. You’ve got to tell him.

“I didn't know who was with me or against me so I figured, I could just start fresh. I missed my high school graduation. The minute I turned seventeen, I signed up for the army. I went to basic training and cut everyone off. Well, almost everyone.” The story flows out of you before you have a chance to think about what you’re saying.

“I thought that maybe joining the Army would help me feel closure about losing dad. Or at least it would be a way to honor him. I don’t know what I was thinking but that was the answer, at least for a little while.”

As you talk, Benny listens intently, genuinely listening to your life story.

“So I joined the army and went to basic in South Carolina. I made a few friends there but… I don’t know. It was good for a while. But then two months in everything became too much. Everything reminded me of dad. I couldn’t do it. Almost everyday I had panic attacks and I kept thinking of how he died and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d go the same way. Would this be by demise?”

As you talk Benny just nods.

“Soon enough my sergeant suggested I leave while I can. That hurt to hear. Cause it’s almost like they’re saying ‘you’re too weak to be here’ and that’s how I felt. I felt weaker than ever. So, I left.”

As you finish the story you go to grab another cigarette but Benny snatches up the pack before you can get one. He gives you a look as if he’s saying you need to lay off the smoking. He’s not wrong.

“But that was only a couple months” he starts “what happened then? How’d you end up back here?”

You sigh heavily, the next part a thorn in your side and something you haven’t told anyone. Not even your mom.

“Well, I said I made friends, right? There was this one guy I met in basic. We became close, more than friends. When I left, he left too. And when we left, we moved in together and shared an apartment because we both had nothing. We got jobs and started working for a future together. About a year in, he said he wanted to marry me. I wanted to marry him too. So, he proposed. But we knew a wedding wasn’t in our budget for at least another year or two.” You stare blankly ahead as you dish out your ugly past to Benny.

“I worked odd jobs here and there in South Carolina. Bartending was the only thing that I enjoyed, I don’t know why. He picked up jobs here and there too. But soon those jobs turned into other girls. I guess I got so focused on affording a wedding that I didn’t let that bother me too much.”

You try to end the story there not wanting to talk aloud about the next part. But Benny being curious and concerned he asks “Why did you leave?”

“Oh boy, I’ve never told anyone this.” Here goes nothing you think.

“As soon as he started getting with other girls, things turned sour between him and I. Like, really sour.” All of a sudden you feel a lump in your throat and your hands feel really clammy.

“I guess it was worse than I thought because whenever people saw me at work they always gave me a pitiful smile when they saw my arms or legs or neck. I guess the bruises were worse than I imagined. One day it got to be too much so I packed all my stuff up and drove. I didn’t have a plan of where but I ended up here.”

As you let out the breath you had been holding in, you look at Benny, who’s already looking at you. His eyes searching your face for emotion, your stoicism making it hard for him to decipher.

“I’m so sorry, Clara.” He finally says still trying to find the right words to say. “We tried to reach out but none of us ever got through.”

“Frankie did.” You say. “He was the only one who actually tried. I never answered him but for five years he tried.” Your mood turning suddenly bitter.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats.

“I know.” You say simply. “I know.”

“So… the bar. How’d you land that?” Benny asks trying to find a conclusion to your story.

“It was the first place I stopped in when I came back. Larry knew me immediately when I walked through the door. I guess he knew me because of dad. I asked if he was hiring and he gave me a position and said I could work as many hours as I needed.”

“And your mom?”

The mention of your mom shifts your mood and Benny realizes that. A sore topic but a necessary piece to the plot.

“She wasn’t happy that I showed up on her doorstep unannounced but she was happy I was still alive, I guess. I’m barely her daughter anymore because she treats me like a tenant.” You say.

You don’t need to say anymore about mom because Benny seems to understand everything when you say that.

“I’m sorry we weren’t there for you when you needed us most. That’s such a dick move on our end.” Benny says.

You purse your lips into a small smile in acknowledgment of Benny’s apology.

“And I’m sorry we didn’t know about… him.” Benny says referring to your ex fiancé.

“You had no way of knowing.”

“But still. You’re our little Clara. We’re supposed to protect you.” He says.

You grimace at being called ‘Little Clara’, a nickname you hadn’t heard since you were a teenager. But the sentiment was what mattered. Benny saw the way you reacted to the nickname.

“And I know you’re not ‘little’ anymore but you’re still Tom’s daughter and part of us.” He said trying to convey his care for you without sounding too over protective.

“We were so worried about all those years and it tore us up not being able to get in touch with you just to know you’re alive. Frankie took it the hardest out of us all, I think.” He continued.

“When we couldn’t find you, it felt like I- or we failed you. The one person Tom cared about most we couldn’t find.” He shakes his head as if he’s shaking off the memories.

“I’m sorry I acted the way I did at the bar.” You say. “It was wrong of me to be so cold.”

“Don’t apologize, Clara.” Benny said. “I would’ve done the same if I were in your shoes.”

You nod and softly smile at him, grateful that he understood your feelings, even just a little bit.

After a few moments, the back door creaks open and Will pops his head out. He quickly analyzes the scene in front of him before saying “The game’s over Benny.”

In an attempt to not rush any breakthrough that had happened between Benny and you, Will quickly ducks back inside.

You check your watch and see how late it is and realize how long you and Benny had spent outside talking.

“Well, I better head out.” Benny says as he stands up from his chair. He looks back at the sky then back to you.

“Please don’t be a stranger, Clara. We really are here for you, whenever. I mean it.” He says looking at you deep in your eyes. He’s sincere. You feel it and it’s something you haven’t felt in a long time.

You offer Benny a small ‘thank you’ as he makes his way to the door, leaving you alone on the deck again.

The heart-to-heart you just shared with Benny left you feeling satisfied and something else, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear Frankie open the door and walk towards you until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to leave, but it is getting cold out and late.” He said. “There’s a blanket and some pillows on the couch.”

You stood up from your seat and faced Frankie. You hug him. He’s surprised a little but hugs you back.

“Thank you.” You say.

“Anytime, C.”

Gosh, you hadn’t heard that nickname for a long time. It was Frankie’s special nickname for you ever since you could remember. You felt at peace hearing it again.

After a long day of events, you turned in for the night and took up Frankie’s offer for the couch. Sleep took you over as soon as your head hit the pillow.

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A/N: My requests are open for blurbs and imagines!

[wysteria-clad]

Dating Will Miller would include:

paring: Will Miller x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: mentions of sex but nothing explicit, pregnancy, kids.

If marriage, babies & children aren't your thing, keep scrolling.

a/n: I'm highkey soft for the Miller brothers. I'm in love, your honor.

Will

- Will is 10/10 the guy to give you his shoes if you say your feet hurts after wearing heels all day. He would even carry you in his arms after teasing you a bit playfully.

- He is so good at cuddling. His hugs are the best. He completely wraps you in his arms, shielding you from anything hurting you figuratively and literally, making you feel loved, safe and warm.

- He is a gentleman. He opens doors for you.

- Kisses on the side of your head, lots of it—as a goodbye, a greeting, a reminder of his sweet love. He is soft for you <3

- His terms of endearment for you—sweetheart, honey, sweetie usually. If he is feeling really tender/trying to calm you down, he calls you, 'Baby'

- He is not the jealous type, but he is really protective of you.

- He is attentive, he notices your cues if you are in a bad mood/ pms-ing. He knows exactly what to do to comfort you. And he will give you space to cool down if you prefer that.

- Daddy af

- He is the dom, but would be down to switch for you if you want to try it.

- He is always gentle with you. But he is rough af when you want it that way, but still he checks to make sure you are alright.

- He gives you anything you desire—Hot passionate sex? Yes. Soft vanilla sex? Yes. You just want to be held by him and kissed and cuddled sweetly? Yes.

- He is the big spoon. You tried to spoon him once, but you looked like koala bear clinging to him. You both laughed it off. He doesn't mind as long you are next to him. But you hook your leg over his hip in sleep and he loves it.

- He is not big on pda, but he would never turn down your kisses. He holds your hands when you go out.

- And when you go shopping, he actually pays attention to the outfits you pick out when you try it on for him. He doesn't zone out and scroll his phone mindlessly.

- He is patient af. He would wait for you till you choose without complaining.

"You look beautiful in everything, sweetheart."

To him you can wear nothing but a huge baggy t-shirt, and be the most beautiful women on the entire planet.

"You are not helping," you laugh lightly holding all five outfits you tried.

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Flattery would get you anything, Miller," you add, smiling. You ended up buying all five outfits.

- He would carry your bags. No way he want his baby to carry stuff when he is around. Not in a controlling, macho way, more like, 'Let me treat you like the Queen you are, baby.'

- His primary love languages are quality time and acts of service.

- He is a girl dad™

- You have two daughters with him. (If you wanna see soft! Dad! Will, here ya go)

- They are daddy's girls without a single doubt. You joke about how your girls 'betrayed you'

- He tries to leave for work before your daughters are up, cause he cannot resist their faces when they cling to him. Your youngest refuses to leave his arms, while your oldest clings to his legs and cry for him not to leave. "Daddy, don't leave me alone!'' (You don't count, mommy 😂)

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Dating Benny Miller would include

paring: Benny Miller x fem! reader; established relationship

- Let's say you did something great/achieved something in academics/career. Benny is the type of boyfriend to yell, "That's my girlfriend!", publicly. You are embarrassed, but deadass love it.

- He is a proud boyfriend and he loves to show you off to his friends.

- Santi, Frankie and Will thought it would tone down after he married you, but no. It only changed to 'That's my wife!', after the marriage.

Frankie casually mentions how his wife is the best, and of course, Benny has to go on and on about how wonderful you are until they cut him off, grumbling.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. Your girl is the best."

"My wife," he corrects with a not so subtle grin on his face.

- Benny loves your cuddles. He would just lay his head between your breasts or bury his head on the crook of your neck. Mans just loves your touch. He is your personal weighted blanket. He cannot keep his hands off you.

- He melts into you like a puddle when you thread your fingers into his hair, and play with his hair while cuddling.

- His terms of endearment for you—baby, babe, darling, sweetness, babygirl. And he would call you more cheeky names.

- Constant teasing and playful banters.

- Palm kisses are his thing <3

- He is the kind of boyfriend that would rest his chin on your palm/kiss your palm if you do the 'hold out your palm to your lover and see what they do' challenge.

- He is your golden retriever puppy. His mere presence lights up your entire day.

- He gets jealous and is a little insecure at times.

- Always knows what to do and what to say to make you smile and laugh.

- Switch af

- Down to try new things with you, but impact play is not his thing.

- kinky sex, giggling goofy sex, passionate sex.

- He loves and enjoys cuddling you after sex.

- He usually spoons you, but would not hesitate to ask you adorably, "Baby, can I be the little spoon now?". He is your six feet tall baby <3

- He knows how goddamn handsome and hot he is, yet he would blush whenever you compliment him, especially his pretty eyes.

- You want piggyback rides from him? You got it.

- pda. pda. pda

Always has his arm around you shoulder/waist/thigh when you are out. And he can't stop kissing you any chance he gets.

- His primary love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

- He is great with kids. He is 'the fun uncle' to his nieces and his friends' kids.

- You have a son and a daughter with him.

- Highkey cries on your kids' first day of pre-school, and won't hide it.

(a/n: I can go on & on about these cuties, let's save that for later)