#shelton

[midnightcowb0ys]

“The Maples” photographed by Stephen A. Sheer, Shelton Connecticut, 1979

[charlieluver]

Physiotherapy

(Ben Shelton × physiofem!reader) Word count: 740 Warning: lil steamy, suggestive

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Shifting from being a physiotherapist for women tennis player to men's was a big change. Change in necessity, massage movement, pressure points, sexual tension.

So when you were appointed as Ben Shelton's physiotherapist, not to mention the only female on his team, you were a little nervous.

You are around Ben's age, to make it more easier awkward for you. You stuck to your professionalism while Ben stuck to making you feel flustered. He loved how you squirmed at every flirtatious remark, how your eyes would go wide when his sigh during massage of the thigh almost sounded like a moan, how your face reddens when he asks you if he is hot. Everything about you drove him crazy.

But what he also noticed was your dazed face when you saw him shirtless, the lip bites you would do when you thought he wasn't watching, the way your hands will slide up a little higher along his thigh during sessions. The unspoken sexual tension was thick, and both of you knew it.

And it was bound to snap.

A gruelling 5 setter semi final was finally over in Ben's favour. He required a comparatively longer session with you, to prevent injuries from the 4 hour match. You started the usual stretches, along his back, shoulders, his toned biceps in the physio room. You stopped yourself from blushing when you faced towards him on the bench, massaging his arms, as his gaze held on your face. "You look pretty like this", he spoke, his voice low. "Like what?" "You in between my legs," he whispered in your ears, faces inches away. "Ben," you look at him, nose almost brushing against his. "How bad would it be if I kissed you now?" his brown eyes stared into yours, his breath falling on your lips. "I-I could lose my job, its against my contract, and-" "So you don't oppose the idea of us making out? he chuckles, hand now resting on your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "Ben, i-its wrong" "Why so? No-one needs to know about this." "Ben," You look at him, lips parted, your heart racing. "Fuck this" , he grabs your face with his hands and smashes his lip on yours. He puts his yearning and pent-up frustration into the kiss, his hands travelling to your thighs, as he grabs it. You melt under his touch, hands sneaking up behind his neck, fingers pulling his locks. Lips moving against each other, the air filled with his gasps and your whimpers. He grabs your hips, tracing his fingers over your flimsy skirt as he puts his flexed thigh against your core. A gasp left your lips even before you realised what happened, hips bucking involuntarily. Ben smirks. "You like that? You like grinding on my thigh? Knowing that anyone can walk up on us right now?" Your thighs tighten around his, your core throbbing from the pressure Ben's thigh applies on your clit. You let out a moan, your hand trying to cover your mouth. You hear him groan. He lets you grind on him, flexing his thighs further, hands trailing under your shirt to your chest, kneading your breasts through your bra. You hold his shoulder for support, whimpering. "Knew you weren't so innocent" Ben smirks against your skin, his lips prepping kisses down your neck. Your movements are desperate , grinding faster and Ben senses that you are close to your high. He captures your lips into a rough kiss as his hand finds your clothed clit. His touch makes you quiver, you moan into the kiss. His fingers toy with your clit, making you moan louder with every flick he does. "Ben I'm close-" "I got you." his raspy voice was the last straw. The orgasm washes over you, heart pounding your chest, blood rushing to your ears. Your arousal glistened on his thighs. Ben caresses your hip till your breathing becomes normal. He was mesmerised by the sight in front of him, you on his thigh, your cheek flushed, lips swollen and red from the kiss. A knock on the door flinches both of you.

"Are you both done?" his manager says, behind the door. "Y-yeah just a minute, last set left" You yell back, barely steadying your voice. "Wrap it up quickly." You hear footsteps becoming fainter. You look back at Ben, who is staring at your face. "What?" you ask. "Still care about the contract?"

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my first steamy ish fic 😬 (he is so cvnty with the tongue sticking out welp)

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[orofeaiel]

View from the High Steel Bridge | Mason County, WA

[unteriors]

Dasher Drive, Shelton, Washington.

[tri-ciclo]

Along the Road Mark Steinmetz, Shelton, Connecticut, 1985

[cctvarchive]

SHELTON, CONNECTICUT, UNITED STATES.

[somelikeitbrugh]

Jonny Brugh characters as emojis. 😜

[federer7]

Shelton, Connecticut. 1985

Photo: Mark Steinmetz

[deaconsleatherpants]

welcome to the brughiverse 👀✨

[bevanne46]

365 Things To Do In Scenic Washington State

#333 - It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas in Shelton aka Christmas Town, WA. In 2019 Shelton won the Guinness World Record for most lit Christmas trees (797) that were formed into a maze for the community to enjoy. This year, the festive season kicks off this Friday and Saturday, December 1-2 with the Festival of the Firs. As dusk falls on Friday, the streets will be alive with activity and the annual tree lighting. Get photos with Santa, celebrate the tree lighting and block party, take a stroll through the fresh Christmas tree maze and soak in the holiday spirit in Christmastown! (Photos via Christmas Town, WA)

Explore Hood Canal

[charlieluver]

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(Ben Shelton × fem!reader) Word count: 720 Warnings: none

Ben loved tennis. His passion for tennis is beyond any possible level you could ever imagine. And he loved you. So when both of the things he loved coincided, Ben was the happiest man ever. This is the reason why at 8 am on a Sunday morning, Ben dragged you out of bed for a play date. "Ben seriously? You couldn't sleep in one Sunday that you get off?" "Babe please, I love seeing you play cmonn imma teach you some cool stuff alright? I even picked a cute fit for you, lets go."

The warmup that Ben makes you do before playing is killing you. "Ben babe please let me drink a sip of water." "Nuh uh, its not good for you," he says as he hands you the racquet. "But babe-" you pout, giving him puppy eyes. "tsk, fine have one sip. You really know how to persuade me." he rolls his eyes playfully.

Your back touches his hard chest, his hand holding yours as he is guiding you on how to serve. "You eyes should always be on the ball, the hand eye coordination is very important..." His words drown as you feel his heartbeat, his breath tickling your neck. You could only concentrate on his cologne, how it makes you feel so calm and safe. His embrace makes your heart beat a little faster. "Y/n, why aren't you moving your arms? I'm holding you just to guide you, you gotta do all the work, ok hon?" Confused as he got no reply from you, he spins you around and you yelp. "Baby, you feelin ok ? Your face is red. If we want we can-" "H-huh what Ben?" Ben notices your face how your eyes are blown and you look dazed, your eyes lingering over his muscles a little bit longer, until you meet his eyes. "Yeah I was teaching you how to serve and well, you were thinkin about something else." he smirks at you. You blush deepens, "N-no I was paying attention, ok?" "Sure y/n" You dismiss his teasing and try to focus on the next set of tips he is trying to tell you. He laughs at your flustered reaction. "Cute" he mumbled to himself

The rally you both start playing goes smoothly, with every shot you return, Ben encouraging you, "Thats a good forehand!" "Woah, thats a clean down the line shot y/n." "Come on, no way you haven't played tennis before," he says, laughing as he walks to the net. "Oh please", you say, panting as you reach the net. "Just because I'm your girlfriend doesn't mean you have to butter me up." "But babe you played amazing, and look amazing," he flashes you with his gummy smile as he sits on the bench. "Sure." You take a sip of water, sitting beside him. His hands reach out and pat your head. "You did a great job today, seriously" he whispers, filled with sincerity. And this simple gesture makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"My legs are dead I can't walk ." You let out a tired sigh, after changing your sweaty clothes in the locker room. "Will you give me a piggy ride back home please?" Ben look at you, his gaze softening. His hands cupped your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "Sure, not even a question." After dropping off the racquets, he picks you up effortlessly. Your arms around his neck and his hands holding your legs, firmly , but not strong enough to hurt you. He starts walking, his curly hair bouncing with every step. You have a sudden urge to kiss his hair. You plant a kiss on his head. "I love your hair so much Ben." "Hmm, nothing else?" He asks you, voice full of playfulness. "Let me see.....I love your muscles" You laughed, squeezing his bicep with one of your hands. "Anything else?" "Well, I love your cheeks too, they're kinda cute," you tilt your head to give him a kiss on his cheek. He laughs, the sound resonating in your heart. "Girl, cmon.." he giggles. "Ok Ok I love you the most, for who you are Ben" "I love you so much y/n ". Your heart flutters. You hug him a little tighter, just to let him know you would never leave him, ever.

welp ben's been on my mind these days

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[unteriors]

B Street, Shelton, Nebraska.

[christianpulisic10]

Fair play to Shelton he held on well against Djokovic pity he didn’t win tho

[mascrapping]

2022: Old Red - Blake Shelton

As part of our day trip to Tishomingo, Oklahoma during Spring Break 2022 we ate at Blake Shelton’s restaurant, Ole Red. We got there right when it opened so we had no wait and enjoyed some amazing food and good music. This spread was really fun to put together and I used Cricut Design Space and my Cricut machine to their fullest potential. I selected a patriotic background paper which…

[roughridingrednecks]

Shelton

[somelikeitbrugh]

Jonny Brugh through the years. ⭐️