vainilladollie

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me after a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 episode ( i was crying bc im not a nepo baby

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good habits

since you became the wife of amazing fucking benny cross his life changed, for the better, you took your good habits with you. Decorating the house in an adorable way without losing the benny touch, fresh baked bread for breakfast. So good that Benny has dreamed more than once how lovely it would be to have you pregnant, a little baby of you both, oh but back to the care! everyone loved Benny cross's hair who wouldn't? so shiny, fluffy, soft to the eye, extra soft to the touch! and that required his pretty wife sitting up in the mornings molding Benny's hair perfectly, his shirts ironed and floral scented that now every day appeared clean. Out dirty bike! that ended in a fun afternoon, you with one of his shirts soaked as well as him, making out on the porch while his harley shined on the side. Ignoring the stares of the neighbors who watched as it all escalated and ended with a slammed door. Can we talk about Benny's hands? you had saved up and bought an exemplary manicure kit and now Benny had his nails clean, nice and pretty to look at, his hands carefully exfoliated after a hard day of riding, not to mention how you made sure to put sunscreen around his face, neck and ears, or heal wound by wound on his sore but perfect face;( But don't worry everything had its reward, some new Elvis vinyls made it into your collection, new ingredients and lingerie and maybe some hickeys that spoke of what a good wife you were, but it all ended with Benny's hand gently tapping your hip before starting something new, oh he was a damn cute baby and that's why you all love him so much, and he loves you too and he makes you sure with a sincere I love you from his soft lips with and perfect voice. This is what Jhonny meant by the good female hand.

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symster

when Benny let you in to his life you became his baby, his everything. And when you let him in, he literally became addicted to it. His hands running down your bare little back, wet kisses down your tummy before burying his face in his sweet new fantasy. Your hands squeezing his hair, thighs squeezing his face as your pelvis moved for more, kisses down your neck sucking delicately as he traced your figure like brush to canvas, his eyes watching only with adoration your tears, your hand shyly covering your lips as soft sounds came from there, trailing compliments that will always be sincere, his eager hands loosening his belt, your lips around him. And him pushing himself inside you ;( as his head tilts but he struggles to maintain contact with your deer eyes, his hand squeezing your cheek as the other parted your legs, your body was on him too many times, your hands squeezing his shoulders as you moved in ways you never thought you'd accomplish, your babbles mingling with his. And by the time he was done in there it would feel like the first time, because for Benny everything with you feels new and special.

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reach that pick, baby!

you never but never felt that way about a boy, sure you had given awkward little kisses to boys playing with an empty coke bottle at some gathering, but not this, maybe it was because he acted like a man, not like a little boy who only thinks about being between your legs. With Benny you squeezed your thighs, frowning as that soft warm feeling in your core and that strange wetness appeared in your panties, it started months ago, it confused you a lot, it made you desire and feel things you didn't know how to explain, yet when your stomach felt that emptiness as from a corner you watched Benny accept any squeaky voice that stuck to him you knew you didn't like them, and you didn't like that crazy feeling. Your pillow between your legs as you sobbed uncomfortably for not ending up feeling that peak that always comes and never arrives, thinking about how he moved his hand further up your thigh as he carried you home, how he settled you on his thigh waving his foot unconsciously and that ended up leaving a clear spot on his thigh, your lips nibbling as you tried to stop the sensation and swore you were about to cry from how good it felt until his foot stopped once the cold coke was slid in your direction. Letting him sleep at home was a bad idea, you watched him curl up between the lacy cotton blanket while he were so sloomy from the summer heat on your couch, as you watched him from the hallway with a little grin, but it happened again, your head against the pillow with sweat and tears fumbling down your face the pillow between your legs, that didn't take away that ache and desperation between his thighs. Fluttering your wet eyelashes, you let go of the pillow between your thighs, awkwardly climbing out of your innocent bed, could Benny help? you needed him, don't understand what's wrong. Running barefoot down the stairs, shaking Benny's shoulder on the verge of tears, and he, oh he was an angel! his face contorted in pure concern before he heard the problem and hated himself, hated himself for smiling softly, hated himself for moving so fast, hated himself for knowing he couldn't ignore you when you were there, following him down the hall. Benny was so beautiful and caring his hands even shook as he unbuckled his belt ;( and you just knew your face ended up buried in the pillow, and you reached that peak.

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tristful.

benny was about to cry ;( had he done something wrong? no, he wouldn't even be in bed if he had. He had arrived at 4:30 in the afternoon with bags of groceries, because he decided to make them, and another one with your favourite desserts from that expensive bakery where he was almost beaten out of there if it wasn't for the fact that you got along with the staff, and they knew him well enough to know he wasn't there to cause trouble...maybe not today. Benny was observant so the minute one when you weren’t standing at the door with a shy smile ready to greet him he knew something was wrong, and then he found you in bed with your nightgown to sleep in and a thousand tissues strewn across your side of the room you were hugging his pillow with all your might, cry baby. And now here you were, your sticky, sweaty cheek against Benny's bare chest as you sobbed ;( he didn't ask anything he just walked in carefully, his clothes went into the laundry basket and he even saw the moment you peeked out a little to see him, he carefully lit the scented candles that soothed you and turned off the light, now that you two were cuddled up, he didn't ask what was bothering you he just give you a big hug and comforted you; benny was a protective thing that made you feel safe and whole, maybe later they would talk about what happened but now he just wanted you to feel a little love and calm down. As you had taught him, it is not bad to be sad.

tristful; (adj) deeply yet romantically melancholy

edit! thank you so much for all the support, it makes me happy to know that you like what I do and write.

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NO.1 ; a taken man is off limits.

You weren't going to let Benny go; you couldn't, you had heard among your friends that stupid trick of marking territory? if that's what they were talking about. You thought maybe it was over the top and provocative. You thought it, but then you started biting your nails nervously, turning your head while sitting on Benny's lap, you saw that. You saw the looks on the faces of those eager girls who wished they were in your place, but you'd earned it, it wasn't fair for someone to try to sabotage you. So you did it, totally discreetly, didn't you? Well yes, you started leaving things at Benny's house, among his things, his clothes and on his motorbike. You took advantage of that summer afternoon when you were both sweating body to body on his motorbike to complain about your scarf, say no more! it ended up tied on one of Benny's bike handles, your scarf lasted a long time there, curious looks from the vandals. It was a long time before Benny paid attention to your nervous look traveling all over his bike. "It's ‘kay, it makes me look more harmless" he said to you before kissing your soft lips. Your hair bows were also another story, tying them in his vandal jacket to keep them from ending up misplaced and lying in some corner, dirty. He wanted to take care of you, and everything to do with you, your hair scrunchies around his wrist, your hair clips around his belt fastened or your coat folded in his lap while you talked to the other girls! oh wow...quickly Benny Cross was crossed off the list of single vandals.

giggling so bad!

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crystal tears

You know I loved to see Benny crying, he IS my weakness.

When you met Benny, you knew something; he was a very difficult book to read, the kind you have to read the same page about five times to try to find some detail or understand something. But you wanted to get inside, to know what every gesture or movement meant. It didn't scare you when you saw his beautiful wet eyelashes and little crystalline tears trickling down his flushed cheeks ;( His soft lips trembled and you knew he was yours, that you could finally start the book. You used to hug Benny tightly. You didn't know if you were afraid he would leave or you just felt safe (probably both), but Benny couldn't do it, no. His eyes watered at the thought of leaving you. You had done so much for him, you used to whisper pretty cute things to him, noticing that little reddish detail coming out of his soft skin, and you ran your fingers into his beard, stroking it as if he were something precious. He deserved that, he deserved to be loved, and Benny's crystal tears began to appear more often. Not because of something bad, no, Benny learned to open up, to trust, to know that crying wasn't wrong and never would be.

oh ;(

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PLEASE AUSTIN FIC, i love u Lottie

mr. Butler is an expert at stealing kisses.

I giggle and move my feet once I see Austin, he should just be ILLEGAL. Austin is definitely a shy guy, he doesn't want to neglect you in between his rise to fame, no, he doesn't. So he'll take you wherever he can, holding hands to go for coffee, paparazzi photos of him following you around Ikea as you look at things for your new apartment, which the two of you have recently bought and chosen with a glimpse of a future together ;( although he has already promised you a big dream house with mini copies of the two of you running around, and he intends to keep it, he's the kind of boyfriend who will bend down to fix loose shoelaces yes or yes, he loves you with all his heart, I don't doubt that Austin is a GOOD kisser, if that's what he is Austin will kiss you whenever he can, he'll bend down and kiss you, he'll pull you and kiss you, he'll hug you and kiss you. He doesn't care who's watching or what you're doing. He just wants to show you how much he cares for you, it's a cute hip grab that ends with your butt clinging to him, neck kisses. Yes, all in all, Mr Butler loves to kiss you.

this was so cute to write, i love you too bby ;(

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im going crazy with all that benny stuff

I imagine what Benny might be like teaching you how to ride a bike, I don't know... him holding your hips so you feel comfortable, not slipping or hurting yourself with a heavy part of the mechanism o the seat itself and explaining things he knows you'll forget in the next ten minutes. I even think of Benny talking to you enthusiastically about motorbikes and you can only nod in confusion as you tend to his wounds. I'M NOT OKAY.

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I CAN’T ANYMORE, i need him.

Jacob Elordi