#Benny is a woman

[blep-23]

Sometimes you gotta work on a different fanfic and use it as a pallet cleanser. Get ready everyone, I have thoughts for Benny.

[donteverchxnge]

Dean had more romantic relationships with men than women on the show. Can we just. Can we just think about that for a second

[starsaparilla]

forever impressed with how new vegas fan artists manage to make characters look something akin to greek statues in terms of attractiveness meanwhile in game they look like this:

[briarberrythornedhart]

Heart’s Desire

Eddie Munson X gal!Reader, Fluff, Kissing, reference to sex acts, Eddie being a fluffy romantic, 1633 words

🦇 🚐 🦇

It had been almost two months since you started seeing each other. Today you both had off work and you were hanging out in his van to have a little more privacy.

Eddie had a way of starting out dates on a playful note. Teasing, tickling, even rough-housing with you.

As if he thought he needed to trick you into paying attention to him or getting close to him.

As if you weren’t totally enthralled with him and didn’t always want to be all over him. Which you did.

Anyway, after some amount of silliness he’d get more intense. Giving you hot and deep kisses, bringing his hands to the sides of your face, or cupping the back of your neck to keep you close, or grabbing a handful of the side of your shirt - and kissing you like the world depended on it before getting naked with you.

He suddenly stopped in the middle of a kiss that had been getting quite serious and asked you, “What do you want for your birthday?”

“Wha...Um… I’m not s-sure?” You were breathless. And your birthday was months away and you were very much feeling grounded in the here and now with Eddie and his kisses and his wandering hands and the heat of his body pressed to yours.

“I just want to give you the best day, on that day, you know.” He huffed and smiled wryly, leaning his head down to the side - kissing you just under your left eye. “Also... I don’t know when your birthday is yet, so I thought this would be a good time to ask.” He shrugged, grinned.

That made you chuckle. “That info wasn’t in ‘the dossier’ from Dustin?”

Dustin had given Eddie a great deal of intel on you. Dustin loved playing cupid - and this time it actually worked.

Eddie shook his head ‘no’ and his curls flew around dramatically, “Uh-uh, he was shockingly not forthcoming on your birth date! Now, your birth Year, I already know. And your star sign. But that’s a wide window of dates.” Eddie gestured broadly with his arms to show how wide - but then his hands came to rest on your hips again as if a magnet pulled them there.

You told him your birthday. He smiled. “Good. Then, I’ve got time to plan.” He leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him.

“When is yours?” You asked him.

He looked down. Pulled a lock of of his curly hair between his lips. “Today.”

“What!!!?” You stiffened in his arms from the surprise. “Why didn’t you say??”

“I just did?” Eddie looked innocent with those big pretty eyes, but there was a glint of something decidedly non-innocent in them.

“No, I mean, when you called me, instead of saying ‘do you wanna hang out or something?’ you could have said, ‘hey come over and bring birthday-boy treats’ or something??!”

Eddie’s smile was irrepressible. “What are ‘birthday boy treats’?”

You may have made an exasperated noise, you weren’t really upset, though. “C’mon. We need to really celebrate!” You dismounted his lap and grabbed for his hand.

“I thought you said you liked it back here!” Eddie gestured at all the effort he’d put into making the space cozy. Blankets, pillows, the cushion from a papasan chair laid out like a (too-small) mattress, battery powered christmas/fairy lights strung up on the ceiling. It was nice. “Anyway, I donwanna stop fooling around, just....” He pouted playfully. He curled one arm around your waist and pulled you close, burying his face against you. Whatever he said next was too muffled by your sweater to understand.

“Eddie...” you sang his name softly into the top of his head. “Let me spoil you.”

He looked up with that mischievous look in his eyes again, he licked his upper lip. “Spoil me how???”

“I will grant you three wishes.”

“Hmmm... that never ends well in stories. It always goes all.... monkey’s paw....” Eddie brought your hand to his lips and flipped it palm up, kissing the center under your palm’s heart line. Then he bit lightly between your thumb and forefinger making you gasp.

“Not if the wishes are your heart's desire. Heart's Desire is sacrosanct.” You said this with unearned confidence and tugged down the neck of your sweater to tap your heart’s general area and exposing more skin. His eyes widened and his fingers flexed. He made a noise not unlike a growl.

The key to arguing with Eddie (and winning) is projecting confidence, and flashing him your tits.

“So... let’s have it? What do you desire?” you said.

“I, Edward Munson, get my heart’s desire TODAY, and it’s only date 13??!” Eddie laughed. “Knowing that, I woulda taken you on twice as many dates...to level up faster.”

“Today is Date 14.” You stated.

“You don’t ... count the Laundry incident as a date do you?” Eddie’s nose wrinkled.

“Of course I do. You don’t??” You kissed his neck - tentatively licked over his adam's apple making him hum a happy noise. Then you sat up. “Wait, why do you call it the Laundry Incident?”

“If you have to put everyone’s clothes in the wash, it is officially an Incident, but, we’re getting off topic, Sweetheart.” Eddie pushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“Quite right. You were distracting me. What is your first heart’s desire, Eddie, on this very special day.”

Eddie looked down, turned a little pink along his cheeks and jaw, he whispered. “S’not that special. Just another day...”

“The day you came into the world is the most special to me.” You lifted his chin so his eyes would meet yours. “Tell me your first wish.”

“Promise you won’t laugh.” Eddie’s forehead was creased in a line that led down to his nose.

“I swear, I will not, not even a little.”

“Come to the mall with me, just ta’ walk around... holding my hand.” He frowned and watched your face intently.

“That’s all?” Honestly you were expecting something sexual in nature.

“Most of my exes... didn’t want to be seen in public with me. I know you aren’t like... ashamed of me or anything, you’ve introduced me to your parents, and you hang out with me in groups... but, at the mall it’s...”

You interrupted...“Extra Public? May I hang all over you? And maybe....do everything just shy of getting us kicked out for excessive PDA.”

Eddie grinned again, “That’s the general idea.”

One shared USS Butterscotch, one thorough combing through the sale bin at Sam Goody, quite a ton of necking and groping, and one piggy-back ride to Eddie’s van later, you asked Eddie for his second wish.

He winced as he started up the van. “Will you play a game with me? A board game.”

“Of course. But I’d play a game with you like any day, I kinda feel like you are squandering your wishes...” You teased.

Eddie sighed and his shoulders dropped. “Gareth says I’m... unreasonable when I play tabletop games. That it is no fun to play with me. He says I’m good as a Dungeon Master because I have a measure of control but he says no one would put up with my BS in a non role-playing game.”

“Sounds like Gareth has lots of opinions.” You said dryly. Gareth was an okay kid but grumpy, and you’d bet money he was a sore loser.

“I have Talisman, Battleship, Risk and Twixt.” Eddie said this new-york fast and then was biting his lips together.

“Can we play Talisman?” You asked.

Eddie smiled and it was like the sun rising over lover’s lake. “I’ll set it up.”

Eddie got really REALLY into the game, but he didn’t smack-talk you or make fun of your choices and he was a gracious winner. He didn’t do any number of things that make a person unpleasant to game with. You pronounced Gareth: full of shit.

“What is your third wish?” you asked.

“Are you prepared to take our relationship to the next level?” Eddie asked. He pulled out his old metal lunchbox from beside his bed.

“What kinda level would that be?” you purred back. Finally, this had to be a sex thing.

Eddie took out a pair of Handcuffs (!) Standard police issue handcuffs.

Oh. Your heart beat wildly in your chest. Not scared... he did have that handcuff belt buckle after all, just, bondage hadn’t come up at all yet. If anything Eddie was REALLY into missionary with hand holding and 69ing for as long as possible.

He swung them around on his finger. “So...I wanna go to Benny’s Diner, you know Benny’s?”

“Isn’t Benny’s closed? Like condemned??”

“Behind Benny’s.” Eddie said.

Okay - you thought... he wants to have bondage-y sex outside the closed diner... strange but not OFF the table for you. After some discussion of hard limits and things you might be into that. Eddie could, after all, be very persuasive when he put his mind to it. And he was very generous.

“Which of us is gonna be wearing the cuffs?” You asked.

Eddie sputtered. “Oh - I - I - didn’t mean like... uh, maybe when it’s not so cold out we could... but this is because... there is a love-lock fence behind Benny's. People put their initials on a lock or - like - I put ours into these cuffs and we could lock it to the fence...” He showed you that he’d gotten ‘forever E M’ on one cuff and your initials and a heart on the other. “It’s like... a vow. Unless that’s too much or... too fast.”

You may have jumped into his arms. You may have kissed him like he had made you the happiest person in the world.

Because he had.

[emmcfrxst]

this is high school benny miller as the captain of the football team 🫡

[xobloodletter]

Something that appeals to my lesbian sensibilities [clears throat]

[hookechoes]

last scene of the bikeriders is absolutely fascinating me rn bc

it became even more clear to me on second watch that kathy is not necessarily a reliable narrator all of the time because she states outright, in the 1973 interview, that benny has no feelings and never ever cries, not ever. and then you see it happen when he comes home in 71; you see him sobbing in her arms after johnny dies, and she just doesn't tell danny. you could say she's protective of benny's pride, and i think that may be true, but she had no problem being honest about every other part of her relationship with him. i mean god bless the woman, i think she's still jealous of johnny even after he's gone. she's so possessive of benny that even after johnny dies, she still won't admit to anyone, including herself, that benny loved him back, that johnny's death brought him home, that losing johnny made him weep like he'd lost a spouse (which recalls to mind kathy speaking about only seeing her father cry twice, once when his wife nearly died), that he completely quit riding after that, the one thing it had always been clear that he loved doing, and never looked back.

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

don’t listen to “good luck babe!” and picture kathy lying awake in the middle of a hot summer night with benny by her side, and thinking back on you all those years ago.

she relives the day that she chose to stay with benny in chicago to be his wife, and had shut you down when asking her to ride back home with you to california.

that was the last time she ever saw you.

now years later, tears swelling in her eyes, head in her hands, and ring cold against her warm face, she couldn’t believe that you were right.

face to face with ‘i told you so’

*kathy x california biker fem!reader OH MY GOD PLEASE SAVE ME*

[thepunkmuppet]

I know basically nothing about rowena, but I now finally get what people mean about shipping things aesthetically. because what do you MEAN love of my life sam winchester, 6”4, deeply damaged but lovely straight white dude-man, has a cute, interesting and disgustingly tragic relationship with A TINY GINGER SCOTTISH WITCH WHO’S THE MOTHER OF A RECURRING VILLAIN AND PLAYED BY AN ACTRESS WHO’S OLDER THAN HIM????? WHAT??? I NEED THAT IN MY LIFE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

like what is this. I love it. I’m obsessed. enemies to friends to lovers, height difference, age difference, and just generally UNCONVENTIONAL AS FUCK for a straight ship??? spectacular gimme fourteen of em right now

[youokaybucky]

Oh yeah 😎 we all know smoking is very bad for you, but if bad why is it hot? Like I don't smoke, but fuck do I wanna share a cigarette with benny cross. Either before or after he takes me for a spin on his harley. And even more so after... well, what the prompt says 🤭😂

And this shot is probably my favourite shot of austin in a movie or tv show EVER:

How he be walking while lighting that cigarette on his way to his motorbike �� I need to lie down 🫠

And can we all appreciate how his lips pout around the cigarette?? PRINCESS behavior

[drabbles-mc]

The Depths

Benny Cross x Kathy Cross

Warnings: 18+, canon compliant (aka: Contains Spoilers), angst with a happy-ish ending, hints of benny/johnny if you squint

Word Count: 1k

A/N: went and saw The Bikeriders again. i hope Kathy knows that i love her

It wasn’t until he was back home and the shock wore off. Wasn’t until the sadness and the ache of it all finally started to dull around the edges. It wasn’t until he felt like he could finally take a full breath again that Benny realized how lucky he was.

He’d gone so many years thoroughly convinced that the only thing he really cared about was being able to throw his leg over his bike, to have that denim and patch on his back. He believed it, believed that nothing else really mattered to him. That’s why he never asked anyone for anything—he didn’t believe that he could ever be capable of giving anything back. A person needed a certain layer of depth to them for that, and he didn’t think that the well in his chest went down far enough.

The news that man so casually dropped on him in the middle of some dive bar in Indiana kicked clean through the floorboards in his chest and revealed miles and miles of depth he hadn’t let himself feel in far too long. He thought it all would’ve filled in by then, become overgrown, really left him shallow. That’s how he felt most days, anyhow. Especially after he left Chicago behind. What people saw was exactly what they got—that was all he had to offer.

Johnny��s death reminded him that there was an entire man living underneath all that leather and denim. A man who, underneath the patches, and the grease, and the cigarette smoke, was too stubborn to let people count on him. So stubborn, in fact, that he left his whole life behind without offering anyone a real goodbye.

He couldn’t see it in the moment, the first trace of luck in the loss. It wasn’t until some time had passed and his eyes had finally run dry. When he parked his bike on the street right in front of Kathy’s house, he didn’t feel at all like a lucky man. He felt broken. Lost. But it was the only place he could think of, the only place that had a semblance of home about it. He didn’t even think to knock on the door.

Not everyone would’ve been so lucky as to have that. Not just a place to go, but a woman who would open the door for them. Who would sit on the porch step in the chilly Chicago air after a year of silence and hold them while they cried. Who wouldn’t ask any questions. Who wouldn’t say a damn thing until it was all over with.

He’d been lucky for all of his time with Johnny. But Johnny wasn’t the one whose fingers were running through his hair and down the slope of his neck as his body gave into the wracking sobs that had been rattling the bars in Benny’s chest for the countless miles he’d been riding to get back home. It wasn’t Johnny’s lips pressing tender, comforting kisses to the crown of his head. That wasn’t his hand running up and down Benny’s back, pressure rippling over the patch that landed them all in this mess to begin with. It wasn’t Johnny. It never could’ve been.

Benny collapsed into her. Clung to her for all that he was worth, which in the moment didn’t feel like much. His blunt fingernails dug their way into the threading of her sweater, forehead pressed against her chest so that he could feel her heartbeat. Through the choked breaths he could smell the traces of cigarette smoke and laundry detergent. Everything had changed and yet nothing had. She was still there. She was still holding him. She was still getting him right again. Just like last time. Just like always.

Kathy had waited for years to see the bottom of the well, to see the depths of Benny that existed underneath all that armor. She hadn’t ever found the right thing to say. She’d never figured out how to crack the code. But when she felt the dampness of Benny’s tears soaking through her sweater, she knew that she had more of him in that moment than she’d ever had before. Maybe she had Johnny to thank for that. Maybe she had him to thank for a lot of things, not that she could tell him any of that now.

In those first few days back home, the self-destructive piece of Benny wanted to ask her why she’d let him back in. After everything that he’d done, everything he put her, through, how could she hold him and mean it? He wanted to ask but he couldn’t make himself speak—he was lucky for that too.

The first time he thought about it was when he woke up in the middle of the night. Kathy was curled into his chest the way that she always was when she slept. He felt each soft, warm exhale of her breath against the skin of his chest. He shut his eyes and soaked it in, and that’s when it hit him for the first time, but certainly not the last, that he might’ve been the luckiest one out of all of them.

He hadn’t given it a second thought, turning back up on her steps. He could’ve gone to the bar, could’ve gone to one of the guys, but he didn’t. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. When the rug got pulled out from underneath him, when his chest caved in on itself into a seemingly endless abyss, she was the only person he thought to go to. And she held him. Without hesitation and without question. All those times he threatened to leave. Taking off in the middle of the night with no goodbye. A year of silence. She’d carried all of that on her shoulders alone and was still strong enough to hold him tight when he came back around.

Now it was his turn, as he wrapped his arms around her. She didn’t wake up, hardly even stirred, but even in her sleep she allowed herself to be pulled into him without a fight. He thought about the warmth of her body pressed against his under the sheets. The same warmth he’d felt sitting out in front of the house when he came home. He pulled in a deep breath—cigarettes and laundry detergent. He let each sensation fill him up, needing all his newfound depth to be good for something.

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[ratatatastic]

lmaoooo maffhew wanting the knot immediately and having to wait for sasha to catch up with that is so deeply funny like. this omega is not subtle and you’re not a stupid alpha babe! can only imagine what benny has to say to maffhew about it once he catches on and stops banging his head against a wall

idiots to lovers is always great but especially when its two people who would be hitched with 10 kids by now if they stopped being dumb for a single second like its that easy and yet...

to me they very much fall around the same time (infatuation at first scent if you will) just that sasha takes some time to get there not because he's dumb (okay he's a little dumb) but in the sense that its like "this person is very interested in me, i can see and recognise that but theres so much cognitive dissonance in my brain right now between knowing that intrinsically and finding that hard to believe so i unintentionally play dumb because obviously i'm reading too much into things it cant be me they're interested in haha that'd crazy but they're being awfully touchy and flirty with me wow"

but also it takes two to tango and we have to acknowledge that and this is when i would love to bring up the ways in which this man decides is the best way to go about that because he is a catholic school girlie... there's so much hilarity to be had here especially because his flirting is very uh how you say... a little ass backwards if you will especially considering dynamics

"I make it a point to keep the door closed when we're alone in a room together! That's basically a clear invitation that I'm down to fuck!!! Im basically asking to be ragdolled on his knot!!!"

and Benny just pinches the bridge of his nose like "I don't know how to explain to you in a way you'll understand that not everyone went to Catholic school."

But saying that Sasha does side-eye the door knob heavily when Maffhew goes over to close it the first time and he starts sweating like he just got dragged into a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven he did not sign up for and he's 13 again and oh god he got paired with a really cute girl, and he hasn't even had his first real kiss yet and-

And then absolutely nothing happens because Maffhew is just waiting with a polite expectant smile (because his work here is done, he did the heavy lifting know it's Sasha's turn) and this is when Sasha's dynamic classes training kicks in and he basically scolds himself for even assuming in the first place because this is clearly a show of trust (correct) not an invitation for extra circular activities (incorrect buzzer noise) and it basically becomes "This Omega really trusts me, I'm honoured especially as Pack Leader that I'm able to be so accepted into such a private space with the inherent knowledge that I will not encroach their boundaries whatsoever because consent is verbal, this is not in any way an invitation to take advantage of them this is deep platonic trust I will guard with my life :]"

and if you listen closely you can hear the lovely sounds of Maffhew bashing his head into a wall about how much of a gentleman Sasha is but also COME ONNNNNN... you know... once Maffhew realises what's happening which (looks at my watch) is not due for another few months really

Battle of wills: unstoppable force (maffhews catholic school understanding of dynamic interactions) vs immovable object (overseas alpha cotillion classes)

And if you think it's an Oh! An overseas dynamic thing! It's not. The Euros are watching the horrible car crash in front of them and doing absolutely nothing about it because it's none of their business, but they will stare at it... maybe judge it a bit but definitely are observing from the tall grass.

and I'm also not saying that luosty lundy forsy and bobby have a current running bet of how long it'll take for maffhew to break sasha in but i'm also not not saying that... luosty goaded lundy in the midst of a gossip session ("It has to be 3 months, right?) forsy happened to be around so lundy turned to him for advice ("7 months.") and maybeeee bobby overheard from all the way over from his stall and puts in his two cents for what it's worth ("6. Captain nice but not that nice. Very impatient." "So 3!" "No. Impatience makes him double the time, and wait longer. 6 months.") (lundy finally settles on a good 5 months because he's indecisive)

And Sasha does eventually pick up everything maffhew is throwing down... eventually... and when he does it becomes more so I want to court this omega the way they deserve I will take this slow and romance them sweetly :) *smash cut to maffhew caterwauling like a cat in heat*

but also once again its not like maffhew is helping sasha in any way this is idiot4idiot and benny would like to enjoy the car crash with the euros but unfortunately that's his soulmate, thats his bestie, his littermate from birth who has been weaned on the same teat as they climbed over each other to get to it, the first girl you kissed in your childhood bedroom because somehow you started play fighting on the bed because she was like i could totally pin you down easy and then she does and you always noticed how beautiful she was but shes even more gorgeous when she's pinning your wrists to your hannnah montana duvet you promised yourself youd changed out before she came over but you forget and well she teased you about it and you cant help but giggle about how perfect this all is and it seems that the natural conclusion to this is to taste the strawberry lipgloss of her lips because whats a kiss between besties huh its tacky and sticky and it tastes like summer and just other apt metaphors to put here about the inherent -isms of their relationship that i nearly cant put to words properly other than girls having fun (they are fucking)

and well anyways benny is watching and he has a lot of things to say about how its been proceeding so far

"You should really use your words."

"I am!"

"Right because smelling like a fucking perfume shop in the middle of October is using your words."

"This usually works with most Alphas okay!"

"Sasha isn't most Alphas."

"Tell me about it." Matthew grouses before he peeks over to Sam, looking up from beneath his eyelashes—the exact way he knows both endears him to Sam but also absolutely miffs him all the same, "Worked on you, didn't it?"

"Oh, is that what we're doing right now? We're calling getting a lapful of a preening O in preheat in the middle of a roadie a normal way to go about these things."

"It worked didn't it?" Matthew reiterates.

"It would work better if you use—"

"Okay! Alright!! I get it!!!" He does not.

like benny here is unfortunately an active listening participant in the going ons of the fuckery if not because hes involved by proxy because of maffhew because who else will hold his hair back as he calls him a dumb bitch you know

[ladyy--lazarus]

The interview fit. Sleepy but confident 💅🏼

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

[ghoulhusband]

i’m obviously incredibly biased but i do think it’s kinda more interesting if the courier isn’t mad that benny shot them. for whatever reason! but especially if they come from similar backgrounds where it’s like “well it was respectful. he clearly didn’t want to kill me specifically it was business. and he basically threw me a funeral while i was still alive” and then their bigger issue is figuring out what to do now that they’re not dead. do they get revenge out of principle, do they try to solve the mystery of it all, do they hunt him down just to ask him to apologize, do they get roped into it by victor, or just general events? idk i obviously understand the revenge angle is very motivating, i just think a courier who doesn’t hate benny is really interesting and fun to play with. and not just because he’s my favorite guy and i could never hold it against him

[sgftxtinajb]

[bendoodle]

If one more man in my workplace tries to ask me out i will set the whole place on fire, i don't care anymore. I can't keep doing this over and over. These fucking idiots want to get into the pants of a fucking NPC, the person they work with isn't REAL! THAT'S A MIRROR MADE TO BOUNCE BACK WHATEVER YOU THROW AT IT IN HOPE TO END THE INTERACTION SWIFTLY AND WITHOUT ANY ISSUE. THAT SIMULACRUM OF ME IS THERE TO MAKE MONEY AND THAT'S ALL! NO friendship! NO relationship! You DON'T get to know anything about me! you get a COWORKER! and that's IT!