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[musings-of-a-rose]

I got an idea for a soul mate type thing with Benny and a girl who works at a coffee shop, as for the soul mate part, maybe every time one person is injured the injury appears on the other person’s in the same spot but as flowers. Oh! With Benny being an MMA fighter he gets punched a lot and it affects his soul mate, so when he goes to her place to tell her about his fight, he sees her covered in flowers that are similar to the bruises on him and it turns inti the soul mate thing dawning on him and him apologizing profusely and her telling him that it wasn’t his fault . Maybe just a tad fluffy at the end

(I also really like your one shots, they’re very good. Thank you

SoulMMAtes

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1865

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Sorry this took so long to get to! I've never written a soulmate au and then I wrote it but we all got sick! I hope this is what you're looking for.

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“Cappucino for Keith!” I project out at the handful of people waiting, a middle aged man coming forward, phone glued to his ear as he snaps his fingers at me, yanking the coffee from my hand and leaving without a word to me. 

“You’re welcome,” I mutter under my breath, moving to take the next order. 

I glance at the ticket and look for what I need, only to find the container empty. I sigh internally and head to the back room, my eyes scanning the shelf to locate the right syrup bottle. Which happens to be on the top shelf. I reach up to grab the bottle, my coworker, Amy, coming in behind me. 

“More flowers?” She points to where my shirt had ridden up, the bottom of a bloom of flowers just visible under the hem. I grab the syrup bottle and stand straight, lifting my shirt slightly to show her the rest. “Your soulmate is either clumsy as fuck or really loves to get beat up.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, that would be my luck.”

“Still no idea who it is?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“Do they hurt still?”

I shrug. “They used to. Now I guess I’m used to it.”

I remember being told about soul mates and our attachment to each other, any pain the other receives will show up on their mate’s bodies in the form of beautiful flower tattoos. They did not mention that pain often comes with it. The first time they appeared, it was my right eye. I missed class and called out of work for a few days. Supposedly, the flowers are to give you a clue as to who your mate is. How it helps, I’m not entirely sure, since I still haven’t found my soulmate yet. 

I follow Amy out of the backroom, bottle of syrup in hand, swapping it out with the old one. Some time passes, and then I hear my favorite regular’s voice placing his order. I look up just as Benny walks to my end of the counter, all blue eyes and a big smile. 

“Hey, sweetheart! Do you ever go home?”

I smile, looking away from the intensity of his gaze for a moment. “Nah. I sleep in the back on top of the bags of beans.”

Benny chuckles and my stomach flips. “Is that why your coffee tastes the best?”

Fuck. Why can’t he be my soulmate?

“I sneak hard core drugs into yours so you’ll keep coming back for more.”

A smile stretches across his face, his eyes darkening slightly. “I’ll come for you anytime.”

I can feel the heat in my cheeks, spreading across my face. I turn, trying to hide it and the smirk on my face as I busy myself with his regular order. I feel a small tug at my heart, a yearning for this man that I know I’m not matched with. I school my face and turn back, handing him his coffee. 

“Well that’s good to know. It’ll save me money. But my dealer may not be happy.”

Benny laughs, his eyes twinkling as he opens his mouth to say something. But then another blonde man walks up to him, punching him lightly in the shoulder. “You ready to go, Ben?”

Is it just me or does Benny look a little…sad? He turns towards the man and nods. “Yeah. Oh, Will. This my favorite barista in the world. This is my brother, Will.” 

He sticks his hand out and I take it briefly, noting the firm grip. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

Will turns to Benny, tossing a thumb over his shoulder. “We gotta go now or you’re gonna be late.” 

Benny glances at his watch. “Shit. Yeah, ok.” He looks at me, a little sadness in his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I feel like my heart is in a wrench. Get over yourself. He’s not even your soulmate. I plaster on a smile that I hope seems genuine. “I’ll be here!”

—----

That night was one of the worst nights in a while. I just barely make it home before the pains start, first across my ribs, then a knee, my cheek, and my eye. The pain is more intense than it has been, and I throw my bag down, kicking off my shoes just to drop my body onto my bed. Smaller flower tattoos erupt across my body for next few minutes, the pain eventually fading into the background as I curl in the fetal position, wondering what the hell my soulmate is doing. Eventually, somehow, I fall asleep.

—----

The morning sun shines through the blinds on my face and I blink awake, stretching my cramped limbs. It’s a moment before I remember why I was in this position. I drag myself into the bathroom, shedding off all my clothes and step in front of the mirror to assess the marks. There are small, lighter ones scattered around my body, mostly on my torso, with the one on my ribs bright and beautiful. Thankfully, the flowers on my face have faded, for the most part. Gently, I touch them, a tear slowly falling down my cheek, thinking about what might have happened to my soulmate. 

I reach for my phone and call my manager, explaining that I can’t come in today. They weren’t having it though, telling me that I’m closing and they’ll see me tonight. Sighing, I hang up the phone and try my best to cover up the gorgeous marks, wondering and hoping that my soulmate is ok. 

—----

The only thing that was getting me through my shift was the thought of maybe seeing Benny. The doors open and close, people coming and going, none of whom are the man I want to see. I shouldn’t want to see him, but I do. About 10 minutes from closing, the last of the customers file out, one of the men laughing loudly and punching his friend in the arm as the door closes behind them. I sigh, moving to start the closing routine, especially since I’m alone. It was so slow, I let the other employee go home early to be with her kid. The door opens as I’m about to dump the remaining coffee. I turn and am met with familiar bright blue eyes, sweaty hair plastered to his face.

“Did I make it?” Benny is trying hard to make it look like he isn’t breathing heavy.

I’m happy to see him, but also worried. “Yeah but..are you ok?”

He nods, slight pain in his eyes that he desperately tries to bury. “ ‘m good.”

There’s silence for a few moments as I watch him try to fight for his life with the breathing. “I’d make you our usual, but honestly that coffee has been sitting a while. You should probably have a decaf tea anyway.”

Benny nods. “Sounds good.”

I turn away from him, hearing him suck some air quickly through his teeth. A little sharp jab in my side reminds me that I’m nearly overdue for another round of pain killers. I head towards our tea shelf. 

“Slow night?” Benny asks.

“Yeah. It’s never busy on these nights.”

I scan the jars on the counter, naturally finding the chamomile on the highest shelf. Sighing, I stand on my tip toes, my arm outstretched to reach the box. My fingertips graze it when I hear Benny move, his shoes thudding across the floor as he comes around the counter. 

“What is that?” He asks, suddenly behind me and the closest he’s ever been. Fuck he smells so good. 

I glance back over my shoulder, tea bag in hand as I mange to turn in place. “Uh…what?”

Benny points to my back, where my shirt had ridden up while reaching for the tea. “The marks.”

My cheeks flush and I look away from him. “Oh, it’s uh…a tatt…too?” Great. That sounded convincing. 

“Show me.” It wasn’t a demand, but it didn’t feel like a request. I swallow the lump in my throat. I know that once he sees the marks, he won’t come back. Why would he waste his time when he could be finding his soul mate?

“It’s nothing, really. A dumb idea when I was younger.”

His eyes soften slightly, his eyebrows pulling together to do that stupid look that makes me go weak. “Can I see?”

We watch each other for a long moment before I nod, turning my back towards him and raising my shirt to show off the beautiful flowers that bloom across my ribs. His fingertips brush against the marks and my body tingles, shivers shooting through ever nerve in my body, my stomach feeling like it’s full of butterflies. 

“I…I am so sorry, sweetheart.”

I turn back to him as he takes a step back, my heart clenching at his movement. “Sorry for what?”

“I didn’t fucking think about…I didn’t realize…holy shit but yeah of course! Oh fuck this makes sense!” The concern is battling with a dawning realization on his face.

“Benny, what-” He grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, his chest bare. 

And covered in bruises and nicks. 

My eyes widen as I see the darkest and most prominent bruise, splayed across his ribs exactly where my flower marks are. As my eyes roam across his torso, my hands touch places on my body where the marks are, each one of them identical to the bruises on Benny. 

“You?” I whisper, my eyes finally landing on his. 

He nods, a smile tugging at his lips. “Me.” He holds a hand up, palm facing me and I press my hand to his. The same feeling shoots back through me, my nerves alight, butterflies bursting from my stomach, but also a sense of coming home, being safe, warm, and loved. Benny steps closer to me, lightly gripping my ribs and pulling me close to him. With his other hand, he brushes some stray hair from my face, tipping my chin up to him as he places the softest kiss on my lips. Everything slides into place - the way I always felt drawn to him, why my body was physically reacting to him in more ways than one, why I couldn’t stop thinking about him once I’d seen him. His embrace feels exactly where I belong. 

I pull back, his eyes searching mine. 

“Are you a terrible ninja or something?”

Benny laughs, his whole body shaking with it. “Nothing cool like that. Just MMA.”

“Are you terrible or?” My eyebrow cocks up and he smirks. 

“I win every fight. I just know how to take a punch.”

“Well could you maybe take a few less from now on?”

Benny smiles. “No need, sweetheart. I’ll quit. I don’t want you in pain for my stupid mistakes.”

He presses his lips to mine again, moaning slightly into the kiss. But then he inhales sharply, hissing out. I feel the twinge in my ribs and I know he’s hurting. 

“Ok, let me clean this place up and then I’m taking care of you. Got it?”

Benny smirks, his eyes twinkling. “Yes ma’am.”

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[wetpussyju1ce]

But baby, I want you.

+18 mdni

Jack Mercer x fem!reader w curly hair (aka "Curly")

2.2k words

summary: Jack misses his girlfriend, he wants her, bad.

tags: Fluff, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Making Out, Dry Humping, Heavy Petting, AU - Canon Divergence, Dom/sub Undertones, Sub/Switch Jack Mercer, Nipple Sucking, Cockblock Angel Mercer, Canon-Typical Behavior, Praise Kink, Manhandling, Come Swallowing

a/n: teehee my first ever Jack mercer smut! yay!!!

"Hey, music boyfriend," Curly greeted as she stepped inside Jack's childhood bedroom, slowly closing the door behind her. Jack was laying on his bed, his guitar resting on his chest, strumming the strings as he hummed, a notebook open near his feet, a pencil resting on it. He was wearing a black tank top with his ripped, washed out jeans.

He looked up, smiling, "Hey, music girlfriend,"

Jack put his guitar down, resting it against the bed, on the floor. Curly sat down next to him, squeezing his thigh, "Whatcha doing?"

Jack bit his lower lip, looking at his girlfriend over. Today she was wearing a camisole with flowers on it, the colours of the sunset, the fabric soft and thin, letting her arms and her neck naked, showing the pretty tattoos etched on her skin. She was also wearing a jeans skirt, made out of one of Jack's old pairs of jeans. He was going to throw them out when she decided they'd make a great skirt, so he gave them to her. And boy was he glad, she managed to sew and make it fit like a glove, the thing sitting on her hips like sin, leaving her thighs and legs naked for his viewing pleasure. Well, it was hot too, but Jack likes to pretend she's wearing it for him, he was too shy to ask her to confirm his theory.

Her curls were held up by a little red scarf, secured by a knot at the front, her curls peeking out from the top, falling a little over her forehead. "That's pretty," He hummed, wrapping a curl around his finger and pulling a little, making her giggle, "Camille tied the scarf for me,"

"It looks really nice on you," He compliments with a smile, leaving her hair alone and dragging his hand to her neck, cupping the side of it and thumbing at the skin, then pulling her in, Curly letting herself be led, a smile to her lips as Jack gently kissed her. His lips were soft and plush, her eyes fluttered shut and her hands held onto his chest as he wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled.

Curly ended up on top of him, chest to chest, as Jack gently nipped at her plump lips, tasting her sweet lip-balm on his tongue. "Did you miss me?" She asked, smiling and Jack grinned, kissing her one last time and pulling away, "Hm, yeah,"

"Oh, you baby," She cooed, cupping his cheeks and squeezing, he snorted, "Hey!"

She kept making silly noises at his face until he started laughing, trying to tell her to quit, voice naturally deep, all strong arms and long legs. He didn't look like a baby, he really doesn't, no matter how much she tells him he does. When he got enough of her making kissy faces at him, he grabbed her shoulders and turned them around, her back hitting his mattress with a gasp.

"You were hanging out with everyone except me; your boyfriend,"

"Are you jealous?" She raised a brow and instead of answering, he grunted and buried his face in the crook of her neck, resting half of his body weight on her, after all, he didn't want to squish her.

Curly sighed and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, scratching his back over his tank top. Jack made a satisfied noise, sighing in relief the more she scratched his back. With his face in the crook of her neck, he was able to smell her favourite perfume and lingering hints of her soap, flowery and clean. Her skin was so soft and warm that Jack couldn't help but part his lips, pressing his tongue flat on a patch of skin and sucking. His girlfriend gasped, "Jack!"

She grabbed his shoulders and tried prying him off her neck, while he nipped at her skin, trying to leave a mark as she squirmed under him, "Jack, stop it,"

"I'm not doing anything," He hummed, pulling away and kissing her chin, then the corner of her mouth. She looked flushed under him, her eyes a little glassy, just like how they get when she wants something from him, usually with as little clothes as possible.

Jack smirked a little, feeling her heart beat fast against his own chest. He was starting to get a little hot glued to her like this, especially with the door closed, but he would rather break his right hand than pull away. "Talk to me," Jack encouraged, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

Curly looked a little shy under him, and way too pretty for her own good. She kept staring at him with big eyes, her breath coming out faster than usual, especially when Jack decided to drag his fingers down her leg, then back up, shoving his hand between her warm thighs, pushing her skirt up a little. She gasped, tongue finally untied, "Jackie, they'll hear—"

"Then make sure to be quiet," Jack bit his lower lip, thoroughly enjoying this as he grazed the soft fabric of her underwear with the tip of his index finger. She clamped a hand on his wrist, her legs trying to clamp shut on his hand, "I'm not— I'm not letting you touch me in a full house, especially with your family, Jack."

"Hm, but I miss you, baby," Jack pouted then grinned when he saw her gulp. "Here," He grabbed her hand and crawled further up the bed, on top of her, and pressed her hand right on the tent in his jeans. "You want it?" He taunted, his smile quickly fading when she squeezed the weight in her hand, and a moan tumbled out of his mouth without permission, catching himself on both arms, face flushing pink.

"Don't come in your pants now," She smirked, Jack glaring at her, no real heat behind it, "Shut up,"

Curly grabbed Jack's face in her hand, squishing his cheeks a little, "How about this; tomorrow you borrow Bobby or Evelyn's car and tell them you're taking me sightseeing, then we'll get a motel room for a day, and baby I'll you bend me over in every way you want,"

Jack's breath came out shaky, "Fuck—"

"And when we're done, we'll go have pizza, okay?" Curly smiled, Jack lightly humping her leg, trying to be discreet about it. His eyebrows were scrunched up, eyes closed, and jaw tense, and when he didn't answer her, she shook his face a little, "Okay, Jackie?"

"Uhuh—" He groaned, the rolls of hips getting more purposeful and precise.

Curly gulped, watching him slowly lose it on top of her. She stared at his devastatingly soft wet lips, and his tongue peeking out, heat high on his cheeks and his red ears. She then lifted her head, looking over his shoulder and looking at the doorknob, a keyhole right under it, with a key in it, yellow-ish and old.

"Get off," She made up her mind, pushing Jack off by his shoulder. He whined, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and frustration. When he finally lifted himself off her, she quickly got off the bed, going straight for the lock and slowly turned the key, turning the lock on with as little noise as possible. When she grabbed the doorknob and pushed it down, pulling and pushing at the door, the thing refusing to budge, she turned around.

"That's all you're getting, and the motel thing is still happening," She said and when Jack's mind finally caught on to what was going to happen, he cursed and fumbled with his jeans, unzipping it and pushing it down his hips, below his ass, his grey boxers following. He sat on the edge of the bed, his feet on the soft carpet, spreading his legs a little to accommodate his girlfriend by his feet, on her knees, her hands on his thighs.

"Spit," She stuck her hand out in front of him, Jack shuddered, his red cock giving a twitch against his happy trail. He held onto her wrist and spat in the middle of her palm.

"Be quiet," Was the only warning he got right before she grabbed his cock in her hand, slicking it up with his spit, then leaning forward and spitting right on his head. Jack's moan getting muffled by his fist in his mouth, trying very hard to be as quiet as possible as she jerked him off and sucked the head of his cock. He felt himself get too close too fast, and he soon lost all strength in his upper body, falling backwards on his bed and snatching his pillow to muffle his shout, coming hard inside her mouth.

When she got up, she placed both hands on the bed, leaning down to check up on her boyfriend. Jack threw the pillow on the floor and cracked one eye open, looking at her as he panted, a thin sheet of sweat covering his forehead. "You okay, baby?" She asked and Jack nodded, cracking a smile.

"You did well," Curly whispered, leaning down to kiss him on his cheek when Jack grabbed her face and pressed his mouth to hers, shamelessly coaxing her lips open and snaking his tongue inside. A breathy moan escaping her as he kissed her absolutely filthy, dick out and everything. Too much tongue and spit, like Jack was trying to suck the remains of his spend from her mouth, knowing she already swallowed. He wasn't letting up, and her arms were getting tired supporting her weight so she tried lowering her body slowly on shaky arms and Jack took the opportunity to gather her in his arms and lift her in his arms, hands under her ass.

"Oh shit—" She gasped against his hot mouth, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall, out of breath, not because of her weight in his arms, but because his dick was already chubbing up, all of his blood rushing south, leaving him stupid up there. "Baby, please, let me- I'll be quick, I swear," Jack panted against her mouth, taking one hand away from her ass and grabbing her camisole, lifting it over her chest with ease, Jack moaned and dived in, latching onto one of her nipples and sucking, making her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"Jack! Curly! Stop bumping uglies and come eat!" Angel shouts and bangs on the door, breaking the spell.

Jack pulls away from her nipple, a thin string of spit connection his lower lip to the nub and he looks beyond irritated at being interrupted. So he gently lowers his girl back on her feet as she fixes her top and he shoves himself back in his jeans, zipping himself back up and unlocking the door, swinging it open, "What's your problem?"

Angel's shiteating grin falls right then at Jack's glare, he glances behind Jack and sees Curly, who's picking up some clothes from the floor and folding them, face flushed, her little scarf on her head askew and trying not to pant. "Calm down, man, I didn't think you were actually getting into it," Angel raises his hands in the air and Jack runs a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead, "We're coming down in a minute,"

"Oh, I'm sure you did," Angel smirks and ducks when Jack tries to punch him in the jaw. Jack tries again and Angel steps back, dodging the hits but his shoulder still gets hit and he hisses, tackling Jack and holding him in a headlock, "I'm sorry, man!" Angel grits.

Curly rolls her eyes and goes outside to see the two brothers on the ground, "Angel, let him go, please,"

"Should I let your punk ass go? Hm?" Angel taunts Jack, his legs wrapped around his, preventing him from kicking him. Jack doesn't say anything and instead taps Angel's arm three times, the man pushing him off himself, getting back on his feet.

Jack gets back up, a hand rubbing his neck as he glares at his brother.

"Angel," Curly says.

"What?" Angel looks at her, fixing his shirt.

"I know you won't go tattling, you're a good man so you'll keep this just between us," She says, stepping closer and looking at him with big honest eyes. Angel nodded, "Yeah, of course,"

"But just in case you get the urge; you know those muffins I made yesterday?" Curly asked and Jack wiped his nose with the back of his hand, going back in his room.

"Yeah?" Angel said.

"I won't make them again in this house, ever," She threatened and Angel's expression fell, "You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can!"

"I don't care, anyway, they're shit,"

"You had nine!!"

"Okay, I won't say shit to anyone! Jesus Christ!"

When they finally fix themselves up and go downstairs to eat lunch with everyone, Jack and Curly don't sit next to each other, instead, Curly sits next to Sofi and Jerry, and Jack sits next to Daniela and Bobby. Curly interacts throughout the lunch, acting as if nothing happened while Jack is much more quiet, he's not usually that talkative, but still, Evelyn noticed and kept looking at him throughout lunch.

When they're done, Evelyn follows Jack in the kitchen to check on him, but when she sees him hugging his girlfriend from the back while she's washing the dishes with Jerry, she smiles a little and leaves them be.

[theewokingdead]

Stick to the Script - Benny Miller x f!Reader

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!Reader Summary: A struggling romance writer finds herself stuck on a steamy scene—until her charming, infuriatingly gorgeous roommate, Benny, offers an unconventional solution: roleplaying. What starts as a hilarious, over-the-top reenactment quickly turns into something neither of them expected. Word Count: 1.6k Rating: Mature Content: Language, Comedy, Roommates to Lovers, Banter, Slow Burn, Teasing, Benny being goofy AF A/N: Absolutely inspired by @musings-of-a-rose’s writing tactics.

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I am one deleted paragraph away from throwing my laptop out the window.

I groan and rub my temples, glaring at the half-finished chapter on my screen. The scene isn’t working. The chemistry is flat. Here I am, a self-proclaimed romance writer, yet I can’t describe two people having sex without it sounding mechanical and awkward. Maybe I’m not cut out for this after all.

“Everything okay?”

Sighing, I push my chair back and swivel toward the door. There stands Benny, my roommate, casually leaning against the doorframe with an effortless grace he always seems to have. His tousled hair catches the light just right, and his eyes sparkle with amusement. Damn, he's gorgeous.

I manage a weak smile then offer a quick shrug. “Just battling my inner critic. You know, the usual.”

Benny steps inside, his gaze landing on the papers scattered across my desk. “Anything I can help with?”

I stiffen as he picks up one of the sheets. It’s too late to stop him now. His eyes widen as he takes in my ridiculous brainstorming method – stick figure drawings, rough and rudimentary, illustrating the erotic scene I’m trying to write.

"Are these...stick figures?" he asks, his voice quivering with suppressed laughter. He tilts the page, studying my atrocious attempt at anatomy.

“It helps me visualize!”

He snorts. “Visualize what? A very confusing game of Twister?” He holds up the page like it’s a prized trophy, and I can’t help but feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Are they…hugging? It looks like a really enthusiastic hug.”

I lunge to snatch the paper, but he jerks it out of reach. "I swear, if you don't put that down..." I warn, half-jokingly.

“Is this a penis or a third arm? Because holy hell that thing could break someone.”

I manage to snatch the paper from his hand. I stick my tongue out at him before plopping back down into my chair.

 “I think you need to rethink your approach,” Benny says, still sporting an amused grin. “Maybe consider less... stickiness?”

“It’s a romance novel, Benny,” I say dryly, shoving the paper under the others. “There’s going to be a lot of stickiness.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Fair point.”

I sigh and lean back in my chair.

Benny flops onto my bed, arms crossed behind his head like he’s about to deliver some great wisdom. “Maybe you should try something different.”

“Something different?” I eye him warily. “If you’re just going to suggest I watch porn, I’m throwing you out with my laptop. I’ve already seen more than my fair share.”

“I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last bit and say no, that's not what I was thinking. I was thinking more like…roleplaying.”

I blink. “Roleplaying? You mean act out the scene?”

“Exactly!” He sits up, suddenly animated. “Get into character, feel it out. Maybe it’ll help with the writing. I can be your very willing participant." He shoots me an exaggerated wink.

“Benny…,” I say slowly. God, the things his half-broken wink does to me. It makes me unable to think.

“Clothing stays on, obviously, and if you become too uncomfortable, we stop. I just want to help you figure out how to make things flow naturally." As if his words haven't already tugged at my heart enough, he adds, "I know how much finishing this book means to you.”

I stare at him, searching for any trace of mockery, but all I found is that annoying, irresistible confidence. The idea is absurd. And yet…my stomach flutters. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Maybe it's the fact I’ve been harboring feelings for Benny for months, and the thought of getting this close to him, touching him, sends my mind spiraling. Somehow, I find myself nodding.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

Benny's eyebrows lift in surprise. He quickly recovers, standing up with a smirk. "Alright. Set the scene for me."

I grab my notes, cheeks burning. “Uh…They’re in her living room.”

"Perfect.” He takes my hand, his grip warm and reassuring, and guides me towards the living room. The soft glow from the streetlights outside casts shadows on the walls. My pulse quickens.

"Now what?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“They’re sitting on the couch, but he pulls her to him and they start out making out. Like… really intensely.”

Benny sinks into the couch and effortlessly pulling me onto his lap. My heart pounds. His fingers lightly trace patterns on my arm, the touch light and teasing, as if we're just two friends sharing a moment. But my skin tingles with an electric charge, my breath catching as if this simple gesture holds a deeper meaning. For me, it does.

"Okay," he murmurs, tilting his head with a slow, deliberate motion. The air thickens with the anticipation of a kiss that never comes. Benny abruptly breaks the tension with a dramatic, “Mwah, mwah, mwah.” Pretend kisses.

Laughter bursts from me. Relief and longing war in my chest.

"What else?" he asks.

I lift my hand to his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble. His jaw tightens under my touch. His hands slide over my hips with a deliberate slowness, his fingers lightly brushing against the fabric at the edge of my shirt. My breath hitches in my throat. He has no idea what he is doing to me.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Um... hands. A lot of hands. Touching, I mean."

"Alright. Touch me then. Wherever you want, sweetheart."

Fuck. Me.

“And now?” he asks, voice huskier now.

I hesitate. "He grinds against her.”

Benny smirks mischievously. "Like this?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with playful intent. He suddenly gyrates beneath me with the enthusiasm of a ridiculous TikTok dance.

I burst into laughter. “No! Not like – Oh my God! Stop it!”

“Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that,” he fake-pants. “You’re gonna make me finish in my pants before I can give you the best weinering of your life.”

I smack his chest, still laughing uncontrollably. “You’re ruining the scene!”

He stops, then gasps melodramatically. “How dare you? I am method acting!”

“Method acting? For the sake of your lovers, I pray you aren't this bad in bed."

He sits up straight, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know I’m an excellent lover.”

"Then fucking act like it!"

“Fine. For the sake of art, I will take my role seriously.”

“Good. Because next, he pins her down.”

Benny immediately flips me onto the couch, looming over me. He makes a show of dramatically swooning over me. “Oh, fair maiden, I must ravish thee!” He starts mock-humping, making the worst over-the-top groaning sounds I’ve ever heard.

I wheeze. “Benny, I swear to God-”

“Shh,” he says, placing a finger over my lips to shush me. “Who’s Benny? I am the handsome, broody High Fae king.”

I lose it. Where the hell did he get the idea that I’m writing fantasy? Or does he just know what I’ve been reading lately? “This is a contemporary romance!”

Benny pauses. “Oh. Then I’m the morally gray kidnapper. And you can only call me Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ!” I burst into laughter again, then push him away. “That’s not what’s supposed to happen! Stick to the fucking script!”

He raises his hands defensively, the laughter still dancing in his eyes. “There isn’t a fucking script! I thought we were just winging this.”

I cross my arms, feigning frustration. “Fine. You’re right. Like you said, I need to see where things would naturally go.”

“Just tell me what to do.”

“Well, what would you do with a girl in this situation?”

Benny shrugs casually. “I’d make her beg.”

My breath hitches at his words, a rush of heat flooding my cheeks. “Beg?” I can hardly manage to keep my voice steady. “Beg, yeah. Begging’s good. Make me – her - beg.”

Benny flashes a devilish grin, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Ohhh, I can do that," he says, his voice dripping with confidence. He waggles his eyebrows playfully, and I start to wonder how on earth I found myself in this situation. He leans in, breath warm against my skin. In a deep, ridiculous voice, he purrs, "Say my name, baby."

I snort. “No.”

“Say it.” God, he sounds like a demon, and not a sexy one. He bumps his hips against mine in an exaggerated motion.

I shake my head, trying to keep a straight face. “Absolutely not.”

Benny pouts. “Then I shall hump until morale improves.”

I dissolved into laughter as he returns to his theatrical dry-humping, adding in an exaggerated “Ohhh yeah” like he’s in a bad ‘80s movie.

“Who the hell says ‘shall’?” I gasp.

“Dare you question my dramatic prowess? This is the language of the brooding Fae kings!”

“I’m going to kill you,” I say with a laugh, the words tumbling out between chuckles.

"Oooh. Enemies to lovers?" he teases. There’s a playful glint in his eyes before his movements slow, his grip on my hips tightening just slightly. He inches closer, his breath brushing softly against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I was hoping for roommates to lovers.”

Something shifts. The laughter fades. He’s still close, his hands firm on my hips. His smirk falters for just a second.

The air thickens. My pulse thunders. I’ve spent so long pretending I don’t feel this way, covering it with sarcasm and teasing. But right now, there’s no hiding.

Heart hammering, I grab his face and kiss him.

He freezes, eyes wide.

I smirk, though my heart races. “Do you want to keep pretending?”

His voice is low, gravelly. “No. Unless it means I get more of that.”

I bite my lip. “Are you serious?”

He nods slowly, a soft smile teasing the corners of his mouth. "I’ve always wanted to know what it’d be like to kiss you.”

I let out a shaky breath. “You’re not just saying that for the sake of the scene, are you?”

Benny leans in closer, his forehead almost touching mine. “Nope.”

And then he kisses me for real.

[jks1uv]

𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 ; benjamin (ben) “benny” miller | one-shot |

summary: the morning after you intoxicatingly confessed your crush on the man (& what he says after).

pairing: introvert!fem!reader x ben miller

trope: best friends to lovers.

genre: fluff + mild angst.

warnings‼️: feelings of low self-esteem & insecurity (reader).

word count: 2,374.

random disclaimerrr: a continuation of this one-shot! i have garrett headlund brainrot & i’ve read that oneshot as a bedtime story for like 5 nights straight… happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

Ben’s making breakfast: chocolate chip pancakes with some syrup, whipped cream, and some freshly cut fruit on top.

He also made you some coffee.

A good breakfast isn’t something you indulge in as often as you’d like but he knows what you need.

He always does.

He walks in with the plate and cutlery wrapped in napkins in his pockets, gripping the coffee mug carefully.

He sets them down as quiet as he can on your bedside table and checks up on you.

Your body temperature has returned to normal and your vitals are still good since you only consumed half of the drink, thankfully.

Ben’s instinct to protect is always amped up by a thousand around you.

He was hot-blooded, wanting nothing more than to just bash that demented motherfucker’s skull in. But he didn’t, he couldn’t. Not when he had you there. Not when he had to take care of you.

You, with your soft heart and voice. You with your beautiful smile and clever mind.

He sits down on the side of your mattress, admiring you.

The golden rays slip between the cracks of your blinds and cast an ethereal glow onto you.

It’s a bit comical how the only space that is occupied by light is casted onto you, in an ethereal glow no less.

Your face is like a mountain he once scouted while on a dangerous mission in South America. The slope of your nose reminds him of a pathway that leads down, into the plush forest that are your lips. The delicate curve of your jaw juxtaposed with your collarbones are the parallel channels of water he crossed stealthily.

Everything ultimately leads back to you.

Turning on your side, you deeply inhale and exhale: the early tells of your awakening.

Your blink rapidly for your eyes to adjust and once you notice him, you self-consciously tap around your mouth to get any drool you may have produced overnight.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty.” He cheekily smiles.

You smile with your eyes. “Hi.” Your voice raspy as you lift the duvet to cover your mouth.

“Made you breakfast.”

You smell it before you see it, a great plate of your favorite breakfast main course and coffee.

You gasp with excitement. “Aw, Ben. You shouldn’t have.”

He smiles at your happiness. You still have that light from when he first met you all those years ago.

“Of course! Gotta keep my best girl fed.” He winks.

His girl. His best girl at that.

You blush at his words, heat crawling up your neck and spreading over your cheeks.

“I’ll just be outside.” He swiftly adds, knowing you’d wanna get ready before eating.

You nod and he’s out the door, shutting it gently.

You bring the duvet over your face and breathily giggle, lightly squealing in giddiness.

There's an opposite reaction outside.

Ben facepalms himself and sighs in frustration. “My girl? Really? Why do I always do this shit.” He shakes his head and rubs his face, hoping you don’t mind.

Quite the contrary, actually. You mind it a lot but not in an offensive way. More like in an “I can't stop thinking about it” way.

You try to recall last night's events but it's a weird blur for you, a haze of bits and pieces that don't quite connect yet.

You remember walking in and meeting his friends. You think they're nice. You went off to get a drink at the bar, Will came and chatted with you for a moment, what else?

You squint your eyes as you clasp your bottom lip between your index and middle fingers.

There was a shifty guy who wouldn't stop talking your ear off... and then he insisted on getting you a drink.

But what after that? How'd you get home?

You sigh and get up to freshen up, maybe your mind will freshen up as well.

In the meantime, Ben is gushing and blushing.

He smiles cheesily as he hears your words ring in his ear, your flushed face and sparkly eyes cloud his mind and you're all he's thinking about.

Actually, you're all he's ever thought about. You're constantly on his mind, 24/7 and he didn't even know it.

He'll be eating dinner late at times and think, Did she eat today? She probably did. When? I hope not as late as me.

Ben thinks about you when he's out doing some shopping, whether it be for clothes, decor, or any other random things.

He'll stop by the candle aisle and think about which candles you'd like, which ones smell like you, which scents remind him of you.

“She'd like this.” He'd say as he held up some room decor and imagined how it’d look in your place.

He’s been so enamored by you all these years. His heart has always called out your name.

If Ben has any shot at making this real, he has to do this right.

Should he plan a romantic candlelit dinner? At home or at your favorite restaurant? You’d like a carnival date as well! He could win you anything you’d like and then y’all could go to the photo booth and immortalize the whole day.

So many choices, so little time.

There’s no doubt in his mind that your confession was said in a moment of clarity and not in a state of delirium.

“Hey, you’re still here.” You smile warmly and he's keens on the sight.

Your hair slightly frizzy and damp from your hotter-than-hell shower, skin glowing, and eyes still retaining that same sparkle from last night.

He can feel his heart skip a beat as you laugh. Are you laughing at him?

“Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” You say with an airy lilt in your words.

So you are.

“Like what?”

You walk back to grab your plate and get seated at the dining table, a cute grin on your face still.

“I dunno, kinda like a kid being told to move his clip back from red to green.”

Ben guffaws at this. You always did have such a way with words.

“A guy can’t just be happy now?” He asks as he takes a seat beside you.

His knee touches yours and you don’t move away. He doesn’t either.

You shrug, taking a bite of your pancakes and closing your eyes to savor the taste. You set down your utensils and point at the plate repeatedly, chewing before you speak as you’re no animal.

“This is so good.. Five stars, seriously.”

Your praise for his culinary skills aren’t rare but they aren’t common either.

What kind of chef can you a expect military man who survived on food packs to be?

Ben rests his chin on his palm, his lips in a slanted smile as he observes you in your natural state.

You’re calm, cool, collected. You’re in your comfiest clothes and fall into a rhythm not many people get to witness.

He also notes that you’re very happy but food tends to do that to you anyway.

There’s just one thing: you’re still abashed when he watches you eat. It’s just the one thing you can’t get over with people regardless of how close you may be or how long you’ve known them.

He knows that, that cheeky little shit. It’s the thrill of poking fun at someone who won’t let it get under their skin that makes him want to do it all the more.

“Please, stop staring.” You ask softly before taking a sip of your coffee.

He moves his head left then right, then left and right again.

Your tongue pokes your cheek in a feeble attempt at trying not to smile and / or burst out laughing.

“I wanna keep doing this.”

You lick your coffee stained teeth and your eyes dart to him due to his sudden comment.

“Keep doing what?”

Ben's confidence has always been his stellar quality, the best thing about him. Though, it dwindles as you stare at him expectantly to continue his train of thought.

His nervousness is afoot and he hopes it's not as noticeable to you as it is for him.

“I, uhh... I mean I wanna still, like...” He trails off and shakes his head, a shy smile growing on his almost-flushed face.

“Nevermind. It's not important.”

He tries to pass it off but you dismiss the notion.

“What? No! You can't do that!” You deny with a laugh. “Now I wanna know— have to know, actually.”

Ben bites his lip in contemplation. Should I say it now? Is it the right time?

Regardless of what his heart is telling him, his mind overrules it and he shakes his head once more.

“Nothin’, it's nothin’. I promise, I was just...” And he trails off again, a short laugh interrupting his string of words.

You tilt your head and blink, your hand coming to rest on his. “It's not unimportant, not to me.”

That makes him hold his breath. You really give a damn, don't you?

“But if you still don't want to then I won't force you. Just know that you can always talk to me, always tell me anything.” You smile sweetly and he’s left staring.

“No pressure.” You say lastly before drinking some more of your coffee.

Oh but the pressure's on.

He can feel an odd squeeze at his lungs and is reminded to breathe again, the feeling going away once he exhales deeply.

“You wanna go out with me?”

He couldn't have picked worst timing.

You choke on your drink and explode into a fit of coughs, almost spilling it on yourself as you set it down with a semi-loud thunk.

The man next to you immediately sprints into action by placing one hand on your back, rubbing it and occasionally giving it a pat.

“Jesus, Y/n! You okay?”

You clear your throat and just sit for a minute, catching your breath.

“Yeah, yeah… I-I'm good.”

Your softly pant as he sits back down, both hands in his lap now as he observes you.

For the first time, he can't read you. Ben can't seem to figure out what's going on that pretty, little head of yours and that starts to freak him out a little bit.

He doesn't show it though, obviously. You shouldn't have to cater to his feelings when you have your own to cater to.

You clear your throat gingerly and catch his attention, his blue eyes intently observing you.

“Do you really mean that?” Your voice comes out small.

He blinks, confused by your comment. “Yeah..? Of course I do.”

You nod, looking down at your unfinished breakfast.

You don’t know what to say. The better part of your life has been filled with an undisclosed secret, a longing for him.

He’s your best friend, your confidant. He’s also the one that knows you inside and out, the one that loves seeing you content more than anything.

You’re so elated yet conflicted.

A sharp breath enters your lungs and gives you the courage to raise your most important concerns.

“Are you sure?”

He’s clearly taken aback. “What?” He laughs incredulously.

You blink once, twice. Licking your lips, you ask again. “I mean, are you sure that’s how you feel?”

Ben’s stumped. This was not the reaction he calculated at all. “Where exactly is this coming from?”

Oh boy.

If he’s gonna take it there then you might as well go ahead.

“Okay, Ben... I know what I said last night and I’m really, really sorry.”

He can’t believe this. You’re apologizing for having a crush on him?

“It was honestly, probably the most embarrassing moment of my life so far,” A pitiful chuckle escapes the confines of your mouth before you can reel it in. “…But please don’t think you have to return the feelings.”

Your eyes are beautifully tragic. They’re filled with a glimmering sadness that runs deeper than he’ll ever understand.

You’re baring your soul to the man who has the privilege of being the object of your affection, he sees that much.

Ben feels so badly for you. He doesn’t know how you can think of him as a man who’d take pity on you for something you revealed in confidence, albeit under the influence given the circumstances.

“Y/n,” He husks and doesn’t let you look away from him.

He ducks his head down to meet your flinching gaze and you hesitantly look.

His steely eyes are unwavering and raw, always revealing his inner machinations to you. Even now.

“I’m not… doing you a favor or whatever it is you’re implying.”

You blink as unshed tears border on the horizon of your eyes.

“I like you a lot, actually. As in I wanna be with you.”

A shaky sigh from you, a breath of confidence from him.

“And I’ve felt this way for a long, long time, alright? I would never lie to you and you know that.”

You don’t hold yourself back anymore. You lurch forward and anchor yourself against him, both arms around his neck and your chin in the crevice of his shoulder.

The fabric of his denim button-up is now marked forever by your tears of joy.

“Do you know how long you’ve kept me waiting, Miller?” You sniffle.

Ben smiles but doesn’t dare show it.

“Do you know how long I’ve been holding on to that secret?” He playfully retorts.

You lean back just until your noses are a hair away from each other.

He stills, absorbing every detail your presence has to offer.

The tear tracks on your cheeks are rubbed away by his thumb and your lashes flutter from his tender touch.

“Seriously though. I’m sorry it took me so long, I dunno what I was thinking.”

You shake your head lightly. “I’ve kept you waiting long enough, too.”

Ben nudges himself closer, carefully entering your space as his knee touches yours once more. A rough and calloused hand comes to caress your head as he coaxes you to lean in a bit.

As he plants a feathery kiss onto your forehead, you think about all the ones that came before this fateful day and the many to follow in the near future.

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there is nothing wrong with these kinds of fics/fanworks, but please, no one should have to block 50+ tags per fandom. at this point it's downright inhumane the work folks have to do, if they don't want to see this content. it is literally all folks are asking for - simple tags included like #x reader & #x self insert, et cetera.

it is everyone's individual responsibility to curate their own space; but no one can do that if folks aren't willing to tag things accurately and accessibly.

be kind, rewind tag accessibly!

[crowandmousewritingco]

Pair: Benny Miller x trans!reader

Words: 824

Summary: Benny indulges your new kink.

Author: Mod Mouse

Warnings: Masculine words for genitalia (cock/dick, slit, and hole), blindfolds, slight edging, countdown, praise. I might have missed a few, but this is a 18+ fic so MDNI.

“That’s it baby boy,” Benny cooed as he drifted the soft material of the feather down your naked body. Of course you couldn’t hear him. Headphones played a curated playlist made by Benny with the most sexual of songs wafting through your ears. His cock twitched at the sight of you straining against your restraints. How handsome you looked all tied up with that blindfold you picked up at the sex shop on a whim. 

That same night you told your boyfriend that sensory deprivation was something you really wanted to try, and who was Benny to deny his handsome boyfriend his kinks. And oh boy was it worth it. He loved the way that the simplest touches set your body moving. 

“Such a handsome boy,” He praised as the feather trailed down your chest touching the scars that graced your chest. Benny loved those scars and at every opportunity did he stroke them. Up and down did the feather tip tickle the scar tissue making your giggle softly. The feather was followed by Benny’s tongue, lapping at the salty skin sending shivers through your body. 

“F-Fuck,” You whispered as Benny gently kissed down your torso making sure every inch was covered by his affections. 

“Patience babe,” He chuckled and stopped kissing right before his mouth touched your cock. Whimpers of frustration emitted throughout the bedroom as Benny sat up once again. A pout formed on your plump lips. You craved his touch even more and were desperate for it again. Benny gave you a warning smack on your thigh. Your hips bucked at the impact and you moaned. Gently he rubbed the spot with his hand, letting his fingers drag up your leg until he stopped right before your cock.  

“B-Benny,” You whimpered as he rolled his fingers just how you liked it, dipping his fingers down your folds and teasing your hole. Your hips bucked and the most delicious moans escaped your lips. 

Benny chuckled as he dipped his finger into your dripping hole, rolling his fingers tips against your sensitive bud. “Good boy. Just a little bit longer and I’ll let you have your reward.” 

“Please please please Benny,” You squirmed as the pressure slowly started to build inside of you. Your body craved the high and you were desperate to have it soon. 

He gave your thighs another warning smack this time with a little more force. “Not. Yet,” He commanded, punctuating his words as he pulled out his fingers. You pulled on your restraints in frustration just wanting a touch more of pleasure. 

Benny’s fingers dragged through your folds teasing just dancing around the areas you so desperately wanted him to touch. As he continued to edge you, he leaned over and pulled the headphones off one of your ears. 

“If you can make it to the count of ten then I’ll let you cum baby boy. Can you do that for me baby?” He asked as he kissed your forehead. 

“Yes Benny,” You moaned and Benny gently removed the headphones. 

Benny kissed your neck as his fingers dipped back inside of you. You moaned loudly and you clenched around his fingers. 

“10,” He started and his fingers began pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. 

“9.” He grinned as you squirmed underneath him clearly enjoying your desperate moans. 

“8.” You kissed his neck as your breathing increased as Benny’s thumb worked your cock as he fingered you. 

“7. Doing so well hun.” He praised panting into your skin. 

“6.” Benny picked up his pace slightly. His fingers hitting that bundle of nerves inside of you once again. 

“5. That’s it baby, halfway there.” 

“4.” The pressure in your belly began to crescendo and your legs began to shake. 

“3 not yet baby,” He warned as he bit your neck. 

“2.” His quickly pumped inside of you hitting just right. 

“1. Now baby cum for me,” He moaned in your ear as you obeyed. You came hard, clenching around his fingers. Anyone in the vicinity could hear your moans as you rode your high, rubbing yourself on Benny’s palm. Benny didn’t let up on your fingers and led you down from your high with slower and slower thrusts. 

“Good boy baby. That was perfect,” He cooed as he slowly pulled his fingers out with a squelch. 

You whimpered at the loss, but Benny gently kissed your head. “Shhh I’m still here baby.” He reassured you as he quickly undid your restraints. Gently he massaged your limbs and guiding them back to your side making sure they were feeling okay. Then he removed your blindfold and smiled down at you when he saw your eyes again. 

“Been missing those,” He smiled, kissing your forehead. 

“Me too,” You replied tiredly as Benny pulled you into his warm chest. After a minute you spoke again. “We’re doing that again.” 

Benny chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Anything for you cutie.”

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[artemiseamoon]

Garrett week turns into two! In which I am getting around to films I have not seen yet.

Two nights ago I watched the Tutor, what tf was with his hair????? 😂 it was so distracting. Tho at the end my darkfic girlie mind was like oh😍 minus the hair.

Last night I watched The Marsh King’s Daughter. I enjoyed that much more than the Tutor. Plus as a Ben M fan it is always a treat to watch him on screen.

In other Garrett related news…

I still have much editing to do for The Lonesome ending ( we can thank a cold for halting those plans days ago). (Now complete!)

I’d say loose eta is later this weekend, or early next week. I have set up grounds for a sequel (via epilogue) incase I want to do one around Halloween, for Arte’s Frightfest.

Not Garrett specific but…Oscar’s character Jack is coming back!

Mojave AU news, the seeds for What’s the Price for a Soul? Have been set. The fics are not in the same universe, so if Tom appears it will be separate from the Lonesome universe. And i would space them apart.

It’s funny because I don’t love the movie. I get the premise but it could have been executed better. But i am endlessly inspired by the world within it.

In other WIP news i’m working on some updates for two other stories, all things on A03. All things that will be updated along the coming weeks. 💜

Ps: Queen of Poisons my baby, my love, has been removed from here, and the next week or so is your last chance to read it and get werewolf Ezra & Nyx before I take it off A03 too.

[nerdieforpedro]

In chatting with @megamindsecretlair and her sweet comments on how I write my version of Javier Peña, it has me thinking about how I write Peña in general and then I thought about if I should make a headcannon Masterlist describing how I approach different Pedro Pascal, Oscar Isaac, Garrett Hedlund, Gabriel Luna and other characters. 🤔

[stealfromthedevil]

Tulsa King is doing me wrong with this Mitch Keller content. Like, 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[backtothefanfiction]

All The Good Girls Go To Hell Moodboard

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So I made small talk, bumped a couple of lines and downed the complimentary bottles of bubbly that kept being brought to her booth and over all, tried to block out the mind numbing monotony of the whole situation. I only started dancing on the table to give myself something to do- but then my new buddy and his friends walked in. Gods he was more handsome and mysterious under the cover of night- and his friends weren’t bad looking either.

They all wore some version of an all black uniform; casual suits with half open button downs, black T-shirts and leather jackets. I didn’t know which one I wanted to sink my newly single teeth into first, because let’s face it, I’d happily fuck each and every one of them… maybe even twice… or maybe even more than one of them at the same time.

It’s clear the biggest guy wants me too, the way he stands staring, his tongue practically lolling out of his mouth as he salivates, his eyes taking me in like I’m already his favorite meal and he can’t wait to chow down. No doubt he’d take me for the ride of my life, if I let him, but it’d be too easy. I love a challenge and the way Pope has his eyes on me, I really can’t resist.

As he ushers them to move on, taking the lead as they make their way towards a VIP booth up a couple steps over to the far left of the DJ booth, giving them the perfect view to survey their goods, my mind begins to whir as quickly as my limbs swing around the pole in my hands. I watch tentatively from a distance, taking mental notes of every little thing he does. The way he runs his hands back through his tight curls when he becomes stressed. The way he struggles to relax, always sitting further forward, reaching for his phone or something on the table, or if that fails, fiddling with the buttons of his open blazer as his fist rests against his hip.

He’s uptight that’s for sure. Typical business type who likes to be in control and run the show. If I’m gonna wear him down, it’s gonna take time and not just on the side lines working in this club, but I have to penetrate his inner circle. As I slump back down next to Lucy in the booth, I slowly realize what I have to do. It’s just like in the olden days, if you wanted to bed the King, you had to get yourself in with someone lower down in his court and work your way up- and I knew just who to start with.

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The Past Is Never Dead

Russel Gaines x Sarah Magee

On A03 soon

A series of connected one-shots inspired by the film Desperation Road (2023)

The Past is Never Dead (A03)

Moodboards to come…

[musings-of-a-rose]

Could I request Benny x female reader where they engage in mutual masturbation and they make out throughout?

Touch

Pairing: Benny Miller x best friend f!reader

Word Count: 1900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Listen. This was a hot ask. I'll admit, I had to think on this one a bit (and that was mostly staring at the wall). A huge thanks to @mermaidxatxheart as usual for listening to my Ted Talks and insecurities.

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“The date went bad I take it?” Benny’s eyebrows are raised as he motions for me to come inside his apartment. He closes the door behind me as I huff.

“He kept taking out his phone and texting. His mom. He was giving her a play by play of our date.”

Benny chuckled. “What? During your date?”

I kick off my heels and set them on his shoe mat. “I’m all for strong family bonds, but maybe wait until after the date? I could barely talk to him. It was literally every 2 minutes.”

Benny chuckled again. “Well I’m sorry it sucked. You’re welcome to come finish this terrible movie I’m watching.”

I follow Benny to his couch, plopping down next to him. We’d been best friends for years. He was always someone I could count on to be there for me, good or bad. He never judged or questioned me, but somehow always seemed to have an answer to my problems. He hands me a drink and offers me some popcorn from the giant bowl in his lap. I grab a handful and watch whatever b horror movie is on the tv. 

“Ugh even the ugly ass monster in this bad movie is getting laid why can’t I?”

Benny coughs, choking a little on his popcorn. “What?”

Fuck, I said that out loud. 

“I uh…nothing.”

He takes a swig from his drink, clearing the last of the popcorn. “Afraid no one will touch you again?”

I groan, but I’m also desperate for advice. “No. Well…maybe. It’s not even sex. I just want someone to touch me again. Someone that’s not me or Henry Cavill.”

Benny laughs, his head flying back. “You know Henry Cavill?”

I can feel the heat on my cheeks, but I’ve already said it. “That’s…that’s the name of my vibrator.” His laughter is contagious and I can’t stop myself from smiling. He makes some quips about it and then something happens in the movie that captures our attention. 

“I can help you with that if you’d like.”

My head snaps in his direction. “What?” Did he just offer to…surely not.

He turns his head, his bright blue eyes boring into mine, a sparkle in them. “I can help you with your problem.”

Heat burns my cheeks and I’m grasping at words. Surely he doesn’t mean…he can’t…without thinking, I glance down at his hands, the grip on his bottle, and how small it looks in them. I swallow hard.

“Ben, be serious.”

He leans forward, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly as he places his bottle on the coffee table before sitting back, casually laying an arm across the back of the couch as if he didn’t just suggest shoving his hand down my pants. 

“I’m serious, sweetheart. Look, you’ve had a really rough go of it. And I would make sure you were taken care of. You’re too pent up. Let some steam out.”

I shift slightly in my seat, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. It’s not that I’ve never thought about it. Benny is extremely attractive. I just never would ever think he’d be ok with that with me. For me? I can’t even think. 

“Ben…I can’t lose your friendship. That would break me.”

He extends a long finger from the hand that’s across the back of the couch and pokes my head. “Do you think I’d ever let that happen?”

I swat at his hand out of reflex. “Is that something we could control though?”

He thinks for a moment. “It’s us. We’re best friends. We take care of each other. I think we’d be fine.”

“But what if it changes everything?”

He takes my hand in his large one, completely engulfing me. He looks into my eyes and does that thing where his eyebrows pull together and makes me melt. “I promise to not let it change the way I feel about you. Do you promise?”

Could I make that promise? The not-so-minor crush I’ve harbored for him for years is begging. Your feelings won’t change because you already like him. 

“How would…I mean, what would you…”

Benny shifts to face me better. “I’d touch you however you need me to. Maybe make out a little bit if you need to be distracted.”

I press my thighs together, hoping that he didn’t notice. But judging by the way he shifts and his eyes darken slightly, I think he very much noticed. Pressing my thighs together did nothing to quell the heat, my body begging me to just let me be touched. I feel safe with Benny and I know he’d never cross a line. My skin is hot thinking about it and I finally cave, promising myself that we’d still be friends. Just friends that gave each other a hand sometimes. 

Before I can talk myself out of it, I nod, moving to undo the button on my pants. Benny reaches out and stills my hand with his own and I look up at him.

“I need you to say it out loud, sweetheart.”

I swallow hard, trying my best to give him eye contact. Were his eyes always so blue? 

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what? I need specifics.”

I let out a huff and this fucker chuckles. “Touch me, Benny. I..want you to touch me.”

Benny scoots closer to me on the couch, his leg pressed against mine. His large hand cups my cheek as he dips his head close to mine, his breath puffing out over my face, fanning the anticipatory fire between my thighs. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers. 

“Yes.” 

I barely get it out before his lips are on mine, soft but guiding, his tongue gently probing at my lips. I open them and his tongue slides inside my mouth, gracefully dancing with my own as he moans slightly into me. Both of his hands are on my face now, cupping my cheeks as he continues to kiss me. Then one moves to the back of my head, slightly gripping my hair as he tips my head back, exposing my neck to him. I gasp as his teeth skirt along my skin, gently nipping and kissing along my pulse point. The hand that isn’t entangled in my hair starts to glide down my body, barely even fumbling as he unbuttons my pants. But he doesn’t touch me. Not yet. Over my jeans, he caresses my inner thighs as I spread my legs, tracing the line where my underwear sits, up and down, up and down, driving me mad. My heart is racing, pounding against my ears. I feel him pause just above my mound and I want to cry. 

“Can you slide your pants off for me?” He breathes into my ear. My hands fumble as I try to shove and kick my pants off, ignoring the smirk on Benny’s face as the pants land somewhere across the room. 

“Panties too. Promise I won’t look.” He covers his face, a large gap between his fingers where his eye is obviously looking out. 

“Don’t you need to see?”

He closes the gap in his fingers but keeps his eyes covered. “Nope. Your sounds will guide me to where I need to be.”

Fuck. Me.

I toss my underwear somewhere by my pants. “Ok I’m-”

I have no time to think because he’s back on me, kissing me hard, like he’s never needed anything so bad. My fingers tangle in his hair, the cool air from his apartment hitting my bare skin, but I don’t care. Benny’s large hand is on my inner thighs again, tracing circles, but also pushing them open. I keep them where he leaves them, my body practically shaking with anticipation.

One long finger slides down me and I jolt, my thighs trying to close, but he pushes them back open before resuming his touch. He slides all the way down to my entrance, gently tracing circles there and I gasp, my eyes still closed as I let myself get lost in his touch. Our foreheads are pressed together, his own breaths coming out a little more ragged as he drags his dampened finger back up me, pausing when my legs jump. He takes his time at this spot, small circles across my clit, fast and slow, fast and slow, my breaths coming out in small, fast pants. 

He slows his movements, gently pushing a finger inside me. I moan, louder as he pulls out and adds a second finger, curling them inside of me as he moves them in and out. One spot has me gasping his name and that’s where he stays, curling and rubbing inside of me as his thumb resumes circling my clit, slow and fast, gentle and harder, the pressure building quick and fast. I grip his wrist and he stills. 

“Can I touch you? I want you to come with me.”

He nods and I move my hand over and undo his button, sliding his zipper down gently. He’s already hard, straining against his boxers. I lower them enough for him to spring free and he grunts. I grip his wrist again and pull his hand out of me with a whimper, but then slide him back in and out, fucking myself with his hand a few times as he moans in my ear. Then I take his wet hand and rub it against my palm, dropping his hand back on me before gripping him with my slicked hand. He whimpers, swearing under his breath before he pushes his fingers inside me again, immediately resuming the slow curling and rubbing, his thumb pressing gently on my clit. I slowly work him up and down, squeezing harder and softer, matching my pace to his. He kisses me hard but then breaks it, our foreheads pressed together as we pant and moan. 

In some super move, he pushes me onto my back, his hand still firmly working me over, my legs spread wide as he settles between them, fucking his hips into my hand. His arm strains next to me as he holds himself up, curling his fingers a little deeper, swirling a little more and I can’t hold back anymore. I cum, his name tumbling from my lips in praise, my legs twitching as I pulse around his fingers. Another few presses of his hips and Benny grunts, small pants coming from him as he spills himself over my stomach, my shirt hiked up to my chest. We stay like that for several long moments, both of us trying to catch our breaths. His eyes open and meet mine, holding my gaze for a moment before he blinks, pulling his hand from me as he sits up. He tucks himself back in as he looks around, shrugs, then reaches behind him and pulls his shirt up and over his head. He drops his shirt on my cunt, using the sleeve to clean off my stomach, to hold up his promise of not looking. He glances down and picks up my underwear and pants, handing them to me as he turns his head away. I make sure I’m cleaned off before getting dressed, sitting back down on the couch, the movie still playing on in the background. Minutes pass in silence between us, my stomach twisting in knots with every passing second. 

Benny clears his throat. “So…are we never talking about this again or can I finally take you on a date?”

My eyes snap up to him, his already on me. There’s no pressure here, he’d be ok if I said we’re never talking about it again. But that’s not what I want. 

“Just so long as we can have dessert at home.”

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I scream, You scream, Gimme That Ice-Cream!

Jack Mercer x fem!reader w curly hair

2.6k words

tags: Fluff, Humor, Domestic Fluff, Banter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jack Lives, Evelyn Lives, Not Beta Read, Family Reunions, Canon-Typical Behavior

summary: Bobby, Jack's older brother, takes his gf 'Curly' to go get ice-cream because he's scared she'll get mugged considering she's not from Detroit but NYC where she met Jack. They sort of bond.

a/n: eeeeeeek i did it! I wrote for my handsome boy jackie! I looovvee him, he's so cute!!!! this fic is sort of bobby & reader centric w the focus being Jack throughout the whole time they're outside, until she gets home obvie and jackie is there to welcome her back from her small trip & they mess w bobby hehe.

this is for you my darling @reveluving, i watched it just cuz of garrett and i know he's your husband so this is kinda of a gift for you! I also did a little smthing special w the title, I hope you recognise its origin <3 enjoy!!!! <3

It was July in Detroit and it was warm and pleasant. The snow has melted and the weather seemed to be pretty consistent these past few days, so it was safe to go out in short sleeves and shorts without fearing being rained on. It was also then that the Mercer brothers were back at home for a short break. So Evelyn's house was constantly busy with her sons and their partners.

Evelyn, Jerry, his wife Camille and their daughters were out in the garden, watching the girls play while enjoying the sunshine. Angel and his girlfriend Sofi were in the kitchen doing God knows what, Jack was nowhere in sight and his girlfriend was by the door, applying her lip-balm in front of the mirror on the wall.

Bobby was slumped on the couch, watching TV when she caught his attention, he saw her handbag on her shoulder and frowned, "Where do you think you're going, Curly?"

She turned around, smacking her shiny lips and shoving her lip-balm in her handbag, "To get ice-cream,"

Bobby glared at her, well, maybe he didn't, but he did have a glare permanently stuck to his ugly mug, so it doesn't make that much difference, "Alone?"

"Yeah?"

Bobby stared at her, looked at the cropped t-shirt she was wearing, her little bracelets, her jean shorts, red converse, the sunglasses perched on her head, keeping her curls away from her face and her stupid, pretty face. Maybe not stupid, but she clearly looked like she wasn't from around here and Bobby doesn't want to imagine what sorts of bad things could happen to her out there alone, so he leans forward on the couch and says, "Yeah, no way, JACK!-"

"He's taking a shower!" She says, baffled.

"You're going out alone like that is like asking to be mugged," Bobby scoffed.

"Like what? My clothes are fine??!" She gasps, staring down at herself then back up at Booby. He was just being a jerk for no reason, she'll be fine, the shop is not even 10 minute away on foot! And it was daylight for God-sake!

Bobby tries calling for Jack again so she huffs, turning around and swinging the door open, "I'm going to get ice-cream!"

She steps out, closing the door behind her while Bobby calls after her, telling her how dumb she was being, she wasn't from around here and that she should wait for Jack to be done showering so he can go with her. But she doesn't wait, she's a big girl, she can take care of herself just fine.

Curly holds tight on her handbag as she takes off, quickly walking down the street when she hears the sound of a door slamming and cursing, she turns around and her eyes widen when she sees Bobby running in her direction her. She feels fear lick at her spine and can't help the squeal that leaves her lips when the Michigan Mauler catches up to her and grabs her arm, "Bobby!"

She fully expects him to drag her back home, or throw her over his shoulder like an animal but he doesn't, he just keeps hold of her arm as he drags her closer to his side, "Are you stupid? I told you it was dangerous for you!"

"I'm fine!"

"No, you're not, Missy. It don't look like it but these streets are filled with dickbags looking to mug someone, especially when school's closed," Bobby hissed in her face, all condescending asshole and annoying big brother like.

She glares at him, "Are you gonna take me to get ice-cream or not?"

"You're- The things I do for that little shit," Bobby groans and links her arm with his, shoving his hands in his pockets and resuming their walk to the shop, Bobby's strut fast and a little aggressive.

"So you're doing what I want for Jack?" She asked, looking at him as they walked.

"Yes, for Jack," Bobby rolled his eyes. She was about to open her mouth to ask him more questions but chose against it. She tried not to grin but failed. When Bobby noticed, he scrunched his nose, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing,"

As much as Bobby behaves like a downright asshole, he's great deep down. Since the day she met him, she knew that he'd be intense, intimidating and a real character from all the stories Jack has told her. But he wasn't evil. Bobby can be really mean and straight up terrifying when you're asking for it, but as much as he gives her shit about liking Britney Spears, dating his twerp of a baby brother or ganging up on him with Sofi, he's never hurt her or made her feel bad. After all, he has to be nice, for Evelyn, and for his brother Jack, and he loves him a lot, so that means taking care of the girl Jack loves.

When they get to the shop, Bobby opens the door and she goes in first, looking around for the freezer.

"Hello, Bobby!" Samir greets, sitting behind the counter. "Hey," He gives the man a nod and when his eyes land on Curly, looking at some drinks, he smirks, "Have you met my brother's girlfriend, yet?"

Samir looks a little confused, "Sofi?"

"No, Curly get your tiny ass over here-" Bobby grabs her by the arms and drags her to his side, she tries to wiggle away but he holds firm, "Samir, this is Curly, Jack's new sweetheart." Samir smiles awkwardly and waves at the young woman, "Curly, this is Samir, he can hook you up with anything you want,"

"Well, not anything, Bobby," Samir scratches the back of his neck.

"Yeah, right," Bobby winks at the guy and Samir looks baffled, "I'm serious! Don't believe him!" Samir looks at Curly, begging her to believe him, that he's totally innocent and doesn't dabble in whatever Bobby is insinuating.

Curly knows that Bobby is messing with him, so she smiles, "Okay then, do you have ice-cream?"

Samir relaxes then, "Yes, it's right there, behind that shelf,"

"Thank you," Curly smiles, walking over to where he pointed, Bobby following her with his hands in his pockets. "Bobby, get a basket,"

Bobby turns around to go grab one while she slides the freezer's door open, she looks over at the options and picks two chocolate milk and almond magnum ice-creams for herself, then a cookies and cream one for Jack. Bobby comes over with the basket and she throws the three items in there, "Which one do you want?" Instead of answering, Bobby dives in and takes out a Twister with three flavours, putting it in the basket.

"Can you pick some for the rest?" She asks and he goes straight to work, knowing what his brothers, mum, his sister in law, nieces and Sofi like by heart, even though he'd never admit it. Once he's done, he closes the freezer and looks at her, "Are we done?"

"There should be eleven in here, can you check?" She asks him and he frowns, "We're 10 people,"

"I know, I took two," She says and counts herself instead, nodding when it's all there.

"Greedy," He mutters under his breath and she glares at him, "It's my money,"

"It's mY MonEy- Give me the basket," He makes fun of her and snatches the thing when she takes a million years to walk back to the counter with it on her arm. Bobby puts the thing in front of Samir who takes out a bag and gets to work, scanning one item at a time. "That'll be $21.89, please. Cash or card?" Samir looks up at them and Bobby looks at her, "Cash, just give me a minute," She says, opening her bag and digging in, looking for her wallet, when nothing happens in that 20 seconds of her looking inside her bag, Bobby huffs and she finally looks up, "I can't find my wallet! I must've left it in Jack's room!"

"Oh, really? That's okay, we can come back tomorrow," Bobby coos, sarcastic.

"I'm serious, Bobby, I really left it at home," She looks at him with big shiny eyes and his heart does that thing that's called, uhhh, guilt?

He sighs, shoving his hand in his pocket and taking out his wallet, "How much, Samir?"

"$21.89,"

"I'm sorry, Bobby," She whispers as he nods, handing Samir notes and taking back his change.

"It's funny," He takes his receipt and the bag, turning around, "Jack does the exact same thing,"

"What?"

"Bye Bobby, Bye Curly!" Samir calls after them.

"See ya!" Bobby raises his hand and steps outside in the sun. Curly still looks a little guilty, biting her lower lip and clutching her bag with both hands. Bobby looks at her, "Jack comes out with us and always forgets his wallet, but he doesn't just say it, no," He laughs, Jack's stupid face forming in his head clear as day. "He has to act it out, he looks for his wallet, flips his pockets inside out and does that thing where he looks like he's a sad kicked puppy,"

Curly listens, the two standing in front of the shop as a bunch of rowdy kids pass by on their bikes and scooters.

"The both of you, sneaky bastards," He points at her and squints his eyes and she pouts, "But I didn't mean to!"

"I believe you," He doesn't.

Bobby turns around and starts walking back home, "I'll pay you back, I swear!"

The eldest Mercer ignores her and she huffs, running to his side and shoving her hand in the bag. He frowns when she takes out her ice cream, vanilla flavoured, coated in chocolate milk and bits of crunchy almonds. She rips the packaging open, and shoves it back inside the bag, licking her lower lip before taking a bite, the chocolate cracking open to reveal the sweet vanilla flavoured centre.

Curly happily hums by his side, now skipping and chewing on her treat. She then turns to Booby, "Want a bite?"

He's about to decline when he remembers that $21.89 and covers her hand in his, leaning forward and taking the biggest bite ever. Curly screams, scandalised as Bobby tries to chew half of the ice cream in his mouth, too cold and too much at the same time. But he was petty, so he chewed fast and hard while his tongue slowly became numb at the cold.

"What the hell? What are you?! A Camel????" Curly squeals and he snorts, bits of spit flying everywhere and he almost chokes as he tries to swallow, a hand over his mouth, when he swallows half of his mouthful he glares at her, "Shut the fuck up,"

When Curly sees his watering eyes, the bits of vanilla ice cream on the corner of his mouth and full cheeks, she starts to laugh, loudly. Hand on her heart and head thrown back as Bobby struggles to swallow flipping Antarctica.

The whole way back home Curly is giggling and Bobby is coughing. At some point he starts to laugh too, threatening to kick her ass if she tells anyone what happened and Curly sticks out her tongue.

As soon as they open the door and get inside, Curly calls out, "WHO WANTS ICE-CREAM?"

Daniela and Amelia come running first, shouting ice-cream and jumping up and down. They rush to Bobby as he's the one holding the bag. He's grinning, holding the plastic bag above his head, "Alright, calm down," He laughs and makes the girls calm down before he gives them theirs. They jump in excitement, their braids and colourful beads swinging in all directions, "Thank you, uncle Bobby!"

"You're welcome," He chuckles, patting their little heads as they run off.

Evelyn comes in next, smiling at them, "Did you two go get ice-cream for everyone?"

"Yes," Curly nods, and Evelyn pinches her cheek, "How nice of you!"

"I paid!" Bobby adds and Evelyn laughs as she takes her ice cream from his hand, "Of course you did, thank you, Bobby," She grabs his hand and pulls him down so she can plant a kiss to his cheek. He smiles, looking down, trying to act cool, "It's okay, Ma,"

Curly watches him as he walks around his mum and goes straight to the kitchen, hollering for Angel and Jerry to come get theirs.

Jack comes down the stairs, jumping when he gets to the last bottom three steps and engulfs his girlfriend in a big hug. Evelyn shakes her head fondly and goes to the kitchen after Bobby, opening her treat in the way. "Did you go out with Bobby?" Jack asks and she nods, "Yeah, I wanted to buy ice-cream for everyone but I forgot my wallet in your room so Bobby paid,"

"He did?" Jack raised a brow.

"Yeah, and he ate half of my ice cream in one bite and almost choked on the side-walk!" She complained, waving the little wooden stick in the air. Jack laughed and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the living room where everyone was, "Is it true, Bobby? Did you almost choke to death after eating ice-cream?"

Bobby immediately whipped his head at Curly, glaring, "You snitch!"

"You should've seen his face! His eyes watered and he turned red!" Curly said, hiding behind Jack's shoulder, still holding his hand as he laughed loudly, Angel joining in and Jerry giving his brother the side-eye. "Aw, Bobby," Angel started, Sofi next to him on the sofa, one leg over his thigh as she enjoyed her pink lemonade Magnum. "Gag reflex too strong?" Angel cooed, making Bobby glare at him.

"Gag reflex? My-" Bobby started, and as soon as he pointed at Jack, him and his girlfriend pounced, not giving him a chance to finish his sentence as they jumped him. They got him on both sides, Jack with his hands wrapped around his throat and Curly around his arm, pulling him down so he'd lose his balance and fall over.

Bobby wheezed, "Let go!"

"Bite his ass, Curly!" Sofi cheered on and Angel cackled when Curly looked up at Bobby, deviously smiling, flashing her pretty white teeth at him and slowly opening her mouth, her breath fanning over his naked bicep.

"Oh, hell nah-" Bobby grunted and managed to wrestle both Jack and Curly off, wrapping his arms around them both and throwing them on the sofa, the two screaming and bouncing off the sofa on impact, landing on the floor instead. "Ouch, you dick!" Curly whined, rubbing her hip as Jack panted by her side, laying on the floor on his back.

Bobby ignored the two, taking out his own ice cream and sitting on the couch, crossing his feet over the coffee table and immediately taking them off when Evelyn came in.

"What are you two doing on the floor?" She asked, sitting down next to Bobby.

"Yoga," Curly answered, lifting herself off the ground when Jack grabbed her hand, "What did you get me?"

"Oh, Cookies & Cream," She said, holding his hand with both hands and pulling him off the floor. When he got to his feet, he planted a kiss on the side of her head and grabbed his from the bag on the coffee table, then sat on the floor, in front of the TV. Curly joined him, crossing her legs and watching the football game going on. She wasn't necessarily into football, but just sitting next to Jack, their legs and thighs touching, with his family surrounding them, made her heart slow down and mind quieten. It was nice, mundane, domestic. And when she started to zone out, Jack leaned close and whispered, "Thank you,"

"You're welcome," She smiled and turned her head to look at him, grinning. It's then that Bobby groans and tells them not to smooch in front of his salad and go upstairs. Jack snatches the little wooden stick from her hand and chucks it at Bobby's head, everyone laughing when Bobby throws his hands in the air, "What the hell?"

[theewokingdead]

The Best One - Benny Miller x f!Reader

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

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

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

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

“What about you, Ben?”

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

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

“You gotten laid lately?” Santi asks.

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

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

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

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

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

But he can't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ben, that's not-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bullshit.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

“Get in.”

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

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

“Baby, please,” he begs.

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

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

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

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

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m yours.”

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

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

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

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

“I’m s-so close.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[veryinactiveartist]

Thinking about getting my coochie stretched by triple fronter boys again

EHM, Who said that!?!?

[bubuslutty]

okay that was so stupid cute. I love the bit where his older brother laughs at him, like, yeah, that's you! he's literally you.

I have to rewatch triple frontier ☺️💙

You inspired some Benny thoughts……..I imagine the Bubba is as possessive over momma as Benny. Everytime Benny touches you or kisses or gets close he gets angry babble or cry from the baby. How do you think Ben would handle it?? 🤪

a/n: ARIA. How DARE you continue the hubby Benny saga with this masterpiece of an idea! I imagine Bubba.... being what Benny was like as a kid HAHA Enjoyed the hell outta this one ('cause who doesn't love pouty Benny!!). Thank you, thank you for sticking 'round, Aria baby !😭

warnings: hubby benny both loves and is jealous of his son (but really they act the same), family-focused fluff!

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Now, Bubba? His little boy? His little Benjamin Miller Jr.?

That was his kid right there, his blood without a doubt. 

But damn, if he wasn’t the biggest mama’s boy he’s ever seen–

He knew it wasn’t a coincidence anymore, the man even wrote down the times where it was too good to be one.

The most significant one was two months ago, when he was playing with Bubba in the playpen with you. Benny had the day off, the television was playing at a low volume and the house, overall, had good vibes, as it always did. Upon noticing the time on the clock, you stood up.

“I gotta get the laundry upstairs real quick,” You told Benny, playfully adding, “I better not see your boxing shorts from three days ago in the basket.”

He pouted, “You’re breaking my heart, pretty girl, you know I’d get it washed as soon as I got home.”

You knew that, and he knew that you knew, and it was obvious when the two of you shared a soft laugh before kissing the crown of his head.

“Okay, dummy,” You smiled before waving at Bubba who stared up at you since you stood up, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

You only took a few steps away from the playpen and towards the stairs when Bubba began crying. Halting, you immediately came back, and even as Benny was already holding him, Bubba wasn’t calming down.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, mama’s just going upstairs,” Your husband cooed and rocked the toddler, “She’ll come back and play again. Your old man’s here, too.”

Nothing, Bubba still wailed pitifully. Unable to fight your maternal instincts, you offered to hold him. Benny didn’t want to, he wanted you to have the time for yourself, even if you were just doing a bit of laundry, but he didn’t want to stress you about worrying for both the kid and the dirty clothes either, so, he gently passed Bubba to you.

As soon as you cooed at your son, he stopped crying. Tears staining his smooth cheeks as he looked up at you, “Hi, you! I’m here, don’t worry. Don’t you worry.”

He wasn’t in the happy-go-lucky mood like he was before, but he most definitely wasn’t in the worst one either, so, you were thankful for that.

Benny whistled, standing side to side so he could look at his son with you, “Little rascal, ain’t ya’?”

Bubba just smacked his lips, all snug in your arms.

You snorted, “I know where he got that from,”

Looking up at Benny, you added guiltily, “But I gotta go get the laundry…”

Say no more.

“I’ll do it,” Benny reassured, wrapping one of his arms around you and murmuring into your temple, “I’ll do it.”

But the sweet, fleeting moment was interrupted when Bubba bopped his father in the head with the soft, fabric teether—did he have that in his hand before?

Even so, Benny pretended to feel hurt, letting out an ‘ow!’ as he held his head, and just like he expected, it made his boy laugh.

So, his son found amusement in his pain. Who knew?

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” Benny sighed, but it was all lighthearted, just like his eyeroll. He gently pinched his son’s cheek before turning to you to steal a kiss. The boxer was able to swiftly dodge his son’s teether toy attack for stealing his mother’s attention, playfully adding as he went up the stairs, “Don’t be hogging your mom’s attention while I’m gone!”

And that was one of the many instances.

Bubba saying ‘mama’ over ‘papa’ first.

The constant bonks with soft toys whenever he’d see you and Benny kiss or hug.

When Bubba preferred to be with you physically while you stirred the pot with your free hand, even if Benny was standing hip to hip with you.

Hell, even a night or three, when Benny had you on your back in bed, just about to tug your nightwear down, Bubba cried, and the two of you immediately rushed out to his crib.

Make no mistake, he was grateful to have a kid at all, the best, proudest dad there is, but goodness, if it didn’t make him pout just a little bit, much to your amusement.

One day, when Benny hung out with his brother, telling him how he may or may not have learnt that his boy was a mama’s boy, and for reason, expected a teeny bit of sympathy, the older Miller laughed in his face.

Laughed.

“He’s you,” Will shrugged, “You were literally like that as a kid.”

Benny blinked. Come to think of it–

He did kind of remember bopping his brother on the head with a toy after picking him up from his mother’s arms, and unlike the soft teether toy Bubba used him at the time, Benny used a plastic toy.

Like a truck toy-plastic or a transformer toy-plastic.

As in, he may or may not have remembered the sound of it when it collided with his older brother’s head.

The longer he recalled more memories when he was almost like Bubba in his time as a child, Benny pursed his lips and nodded slowly, Will knew he was starting to remember more than a handful.

Okay, yeah, the blood does run deep, more than he realized it.

But, despite it all, he knew his son loved him, too. Immensely, just as he did. To be cheered on by the little kid whenever he was in the ring, to be offered a toy or ‘num nums’ whenever he somehow knew his father was feeling under the weather, or to be ‘defended’ in the midst of a banter with Frankie by pulling his godfather’s moustache, and many more. 

His son’s antics were enough to make him laugh, his eyes rolled in amusement because, at the end of the day, Bubba knew who his father was, always giving him the same gummy smile as he does with you.

Turning back to the framed photo in the living room, the one taken during Bubba’s first winter and Christmas with the three of you, he smiled to himself as he rocked the same toddler in his arms, one of the little days where he rested well with his father even when he knew his mother was in the house.

At the end of the day, it was still the three of you against the world.

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a/n: Hey, you. Yeah, you you Garrett lover. Have I told you how much I love you for showing him and my content so much love? Don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ