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Guilty as Sin - Benny Cross

Warnings: I found this buried in my drafts, slightly nsfw.

Synopsis: you have a secret relationship with Benny

His body is heavenly, a canvas for you to mark up how you want behind locked doors and under sheets. His voice is yours alone to hear at night, singing your praises as he touches you, calloused, broken hands running over every inch of your skin he can find. Benny isn't in love, but he sure is close to it. Or maybe it's just lust. Lust for your body, your fingers in his hair, nails scratching down his back. God, he wants you to feel powerful waves of pleasure. Ones strong enough for you to dig your nails into him and leave scars.

He wants to be unforgettable to you. He wants to know he's the best you've ever had while you're wrapped around him, helpless under his touch. Benny isn't in love, but he adores the way you call out his name, damn near scream it. Benny, Benny, Benny. The sound of you makes his eyes roll back. Benny wants to take his time, be precise. He wants to break you and put you back together. He wants to go deeper and deeper, as hard and fast as he can, too. He wants you in every way possible.

You might be in love. The way he pins you to the bed, towers above you, and lays below you. The way you can feel him even when he's miles away from how good he's had you days before. The look of him on his knees, bowed down to you like a servant to a queen, treating you just so. The way he seems to enjoy it, revealing in the ways he can make you yelp, moan and scream. His tongue, so skilled as it runs over you in ways you never thought it could.

"D'you think we should stop?" Your words comes softly one morning, the sun only just peeking through the curtains as you find your cheek pressed to Benny's chest. Last night had been one of the best you'd ever had, each time you tangle with each other a new chance to learn a bit more about what makes the other tick.

"No," Benny's voice is a rough, early morning growl. "maybe. Probably." he doesn't want to stop taking these moments with you, but god you've been close to getting caught so many times. Johnny kept your secret well enough, and only because he loves Benny more than his own damn kids. But if anyone else knew what you were doing here, if your brother found out, you don't know what would happen.

The entire club had made a promise when you first showed up, not to lay a hand on you. No one was to touch you, love you, want you. It became one of the only rules the boys all followed, and you feared if the others found out Benny broke that rule all hell would break loose. You worried they might think you 'easy' or a slut. That they could have you just because Benny got his chance. And Benny was kept up at night with those same thoughts, but for more selfish reasons. He has never wanted something to be just his so badly. But you, oh he wants your body in his hands only.

Benny's fingers run over your bare shoulder, down your arm. "You wanna stop?"

There's a beat of quiet, then you sigh, "No."

"Good." Benny almost sounds relieved, like he wouldn't have known what to do had you answered differently. "Need you keeping me company at night, yeah?" It's not really a question, but you answer anyway.

"Yeah." You want his company all the time, but you don't say it. He knows.

But still, he doesn't mention it. He kisses the top of your head and stares at the blank ceiling above him. And so do you. Maybe next time it will be different. Maybe next time you'll stop.

~ ♤

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The Bikerider and The Nurse

A/N: Hi guys! I'm here with a new fic. I wanted to keep the first chapter short but don't worry, it's gonna be a long ass fic with smut in the future! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Love you xxx

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Warnings: Injury but not detailed so don't worry.

Chapter One

‘’It’s gonna be a long ass night.’’ Elena complained, they were wearing their uniforms for their night shift, Y/N loved the nights, she loved helping people and usually the nights were calm but this night was different. There was a bar fight, the rumor reached before the patients. She wore her white long dress uniform and white pumps, when she quickly tied her hair and placed the white cap she ran out of the lounge. She was the right hand of an old doctor, no one usually liked him because he was grumpy but Y/N admired him because he worked in the army during the WW2 and his knowledge of medicine was beyond anyone she had ever met. Dr. Smith didn’t like most of his colleges because they kept complaining but Y/N was different, she turned up out of nowhere one day and showed her determination for the job and that’s why the old man kept her by his side during any complicated surgeries or important cases. He kept mentioning that she should go back to school and become a doctor but Y/N kindly smiled and said she was happy being a  nurse, he knew she could do it, she had the capacity unlike these morons he had to see every day. Dr. Smith wasn’t a stupid man, whenever he asked her a personal question such as her hometown, her parents etc. she was perfectly giving diplomatic answers and then disappearing. No one knew where she was from or anything personal about Y/N but for Dr. Smith as long as she was useful he didn’t mind her back story.

Elena was her friend, over the months they had bounded but Y/N was smart enough to keep her distance, Elena kept inviting her to this bar she and her husband were regulars or the picnics they were having with their friends.. Y/N kept kindly declining the offers but Elena never felt sad or angry. She was few years older than Y/N and she knew that this young woman had a tragic past, she could feel it in her bones so Elena decided to be gentle and never take things personal.

As they were running to the emergency wing Dr. Smith called for Y/N, there was a patient from the bar fight and his condition was more severe than the others so she followed the old man.

‘’Caucasian male, in his late 20s, other than bruises he has a damaged ankle..’’ the other nurse was explaining the situation when Y/N was startled for a second. There was man laying on the hospital bed with his dirty clothes, his dirty blonde hair and mustache was the first details she had noticed, even though he was unconscious he had a stern look on his face, his jaw and high cheeks were sharp looking, he had this thick jacket that one of his ringed hands were holding tight, as she got closer she heard that he was mumbling something… Y/N  got closer and bend over the bed to hear him clearly,

‘’Don’t,’’ he was saying, ‘’Don’t take the jacket off.’’

Y/N looked at Dr. Smith, ‘’He doesn’t want us to take the jacket off.’’ She said calmly, ‘’I don’t care about the damn jacket, this man needs surgery right now or he is about to lose his foot!’’ he was right, Y/N knew that she would be in the surgery room assisting the doctor so they took him immediately in. Before the surgery Y/N took his jacket off and put it in her locker, she decided to give it to him once he wakes up.

After the surgery she had found out that the man was Elena’s husband’s friend from some motorcycle club. Elena thanked her for taking care of him and she said that four of them should hang out once he gets better, after Elena hugged her thankfully Y/N held her arm before she left, it was dawn and theit shift had ended, ‘’What’s..’’ she began and cleared her throat, ‘’What’s his name? I didn’t look at the papers so I don’t-‘’

Elena laughed with her signature laugh, she was a cheerful woman,

 ‘’His name is Benny, Benny Cross.’’

Before she left work she didn’t forget to get his jacket from the locker, she wanted to wash it at home and bring it to the hospital, she had another shift starting in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, the jacket was clean and dry, and she was marching to the hospital. After wearing her uniform she learned which room they took him and she directly walked there. Her plan was to put the jacket there and leave to her surprise he was awake. When she walked in they locked eyes, he was laying there, dark circles under his deep blue eyes, he looked tired. There was a white cast on his ankle and covering his foot. She brought the jacket and put it on the chair next to his bed, no words were exchanged. She gently smiled after that and turned to leave before she heard him.

‘’Thank you.’’ His raspy voice was low, she stopped at the threshold and turned to him, ‘’You’re welcome.’’ She replied shortly and walked out of the room. She loved helping people and it wasn’t the first time she did something for a patient but she felt strange. There was a heavy feeling on her chest, she had to ignore it and get to work. She had to ignore because the last time she had given in to those feelings she had to leave her home and family behind and start fresh. There was a reason why no one knew anything personal about her and she had to keep it that way.

Days passed, she woke up, went to work, did her best and got home. She was used to this routine but Elena had a problem with it. She kept begging to Y/N, inviting her everywhere. They were in the lounge when Elena cornered her, ‘’You only have morning shift right?’’ she questioned her with her deep eyes, ‘’Yes.’’ Was Y/N’s answer. ‘’Then you’re coming with us this evening.’’ There she was, inviting her again, this time Y/N was silent for a while, usually her immediate response was ‘’Sorry but I have other things to do.’’ But this time she considered her options. She was a young woman and she deserved to be sociable in life, she couldn’t always be scared and look back. Y/N said she would be there and she just needed the address, there was a bar Elena and her husband were regulars of. She laughed when she saw Elena’s eyes got bigger by shock, ‘’Really? You are coming?’’ her mouth was open. Y/N laughed again, ‘’Yes. I would love to hang out with you and your husband, he seems like a nice guy.’’ It was about time she faced her fears. She was safe now, no one could harm her, not anymore. Elena gave her the address of the bar.

During the day she helped Dr. Smith, attended small surgeries, she was usually at the Emergency wing. At 5pm her shift ended so she went home, ate and took a shower.

She found herself in front of her bedroom mirror, she wore a dark red blouse and beige jeans with flat shoes, her hair was loose and she did a light make up. She looked at her finished look, it had been while since she went out and she felt powerful, finally her life was stable and she was saving money, making new friends. She looked very happy. She got her back, even gave herself a wink on the mirror and locked her door. She took the bus to the bar.

There were so many bikes outside of the bar she was startled, Elena had mentioned that her husband belonged to a motorcycle club and they would hang out together, the wives and girlfriends, they would have Sunday picnics as well. The door of the bar was wide open and people were coming and going, mostly men. She approached slowly, like a cat. There were some men wearing the same jacket she washed and cleaned for her patient last week, he must be a member of this club. These men were laughing really hard and drinking, she could see shadows through the windows and she found herself taking a step back, should she go in? It would be rude not to, Elena would be very upset… but she could lie to Elena and make up an excuse.. as she was having a mental breakdown a tall man walked passed her, he was limping a bit. He had dirty blonde hair, he was walking slowly to the bar with one of his hands holding his cigarette. She could only see his back but he looked familiar. When he reached the threshold  he stopped and turned to look at her, and that’s when she realized who was this young man. He was her patient from last week, Benny Cross. His blue eyes found her, they shared a brief moment of acknowledging each other, she swore she saw a faint smile on his face and then he walked in.

She noticed that she had been standing there for almost 7 minutes, people started to notice so she looked back at the road and then looked at the bar, a sudden feeling of courage washed over her entire body and her feet took her to the open door.

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Benny Cross and his wife against the neighbourhood Karen that thinks they are trouble. Maybe some kids that Karen is convinced that benny and reader are raising wrong. Love your writing ❤️

sorry this is so late! I've been in a slump lately and I'm just coming back to writing. I hope you like it! This is girl!dad Benny heavy also slightly ooc benny bc i'm rusty

Neighborhood - Benny Cross

At first the woman hadn't been a problem. She'd moved in a few months after you and Benny, and you'd treated her kindly when she arrived. You smiled at her when you were both out on your respective driveways, and gave her a wave when you were on the porch with your daughter. But soon she became an irritating voice in your lives. Benny was sick of her by week three. When she found out Benny was a part of the vandals, her kindness towards your family vanished, and she began making complaints at every turn.

It started small. Noise complaints about Benny's bike or when the other vandals came over for a few drinks. But to Benny it soon became personal, when Linda from next door, began making complaints about your daughter. How she played in the yard, and wrote with chalk on the driveway. How she cried when she fell off the tire swing Benny had set up for her.

You and Benny are in the kitchen when it happens. You are perched near the kitchen bench, keeping an eye on your daughter in the yard from the window, while Benny sits at the table, bent over and tying his laces.

"D'you think we should get her a new coat?" your voice comes soft as you keep an eye out for your baby, and Benny glances up at you, eyes full of affection and interest. "Winter's coming, you think she'll need it?"

Benny thinks this over, straightening up. "She'll be fine with the old one," he starts, standing slowly. "I don't think you can convince her to give it up anyway. It's pink remember."

Sparing a glance at him you nod. You're daughter got attached to her favorite items easily. It was hard enough trying to put her teddies in the wash, let alone making her part with her pink princess coat.

"She's stubborn, like you." you mutter as Benny steps up between your legs. His hands find your waist, so gentle despite being calloused and hard.

"I think she just knows what she likes." he places a kiss on your lips, a little less gentle than his hands. He can't help it. When he pulls back, glancing over your shoulder and out the window, his expression hardens and his hands leave you quicker than lightning.

"Fucking bitch." Benny mutters, before dashing outside. You just have time to glance out the window and see what the fuss is about, before you run to the door yourself.

By the time you make it outside Benny has already swept your daughter behind him, her little hands gripping the back of his leg as she cowers. Benny is yelling at the top of his lungs at the woman over the fence, and she is yelling right back.

"Your child is out of control!" she cries in distress, as if you hadn't just caught her shouting at your child moments before.

You stumble into the yard, and call your daughters name. She turns to look at you, her pigtails swinging before she dashes to your side. "You okay hon?" you run a hand over her tear stained cheek as you crouch beside her small figure, flinching as Benny and the neighbor continue to argue.

"The evil witch," Your baby mutters, pointing back in the direction of the neighbor. "She hit me."

"She did what?" your voice is too loud when you say it, and you have to pull yourself together for mere seconds to calm your daughter down. But you're seething inside. "Go inside, honey. Mommy and Daddy will fix it."

She listens, and runs past you into the house. Then you stand, and cover the distance to the fence in seconds. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Benny grabs your arm, to stop you from leaping over the fence at the woman. She doesn't look sorry at all, old fashioned and cruel. Maybe your daughter was right. Maybe she is a witch.

"Nothing is wrong with me! You're child is the devil!" the woman claims, hand over her chest like she might just faint from the statement. Benny bares his teeth like a dog, and you're not sure if you should try and hold him back too, or let him loose.

"You stay away from my girl, you hear me?" Benny is seeing red, and though the woman over the fence acts unphased, you see her take a step back. "You stay away from her."

You think that's the end of it. The woman is silent, and Benny steps back, ready to head inside before he blows off steam in a more dangerous form. He places a hand on the small of your back, ready to lead you away, even as you're practically vibrating with rage. Before the woman speaks again.

"You need to discipline your child." she scolds, venom in her voice damn near spat at you, and all of a sudden you are lunging toward the fence.

"Discipline?" You can feel Benny's hands on your shoulders, though he doesn't pull you away. "You hit my baby! For what? What did she do to you, huh?" Your hands a curled into fists at your sides, if only to stop yourself from slapping the woman across the face

The woman scoffs, looking to the sky as if for divine intervention. Or to ask someone up there 'Are you seeing this?'

"You're child called me a witch." she states, as if it's some ancient law not to call anyone names. As if a child with an imagination is a crime.

You run a hand over your face in disbelief, looking over your shoulder at Benny for a moment, his eyes locking with yours. When you turn back to the woman, your voice is steady, though it's clear in your expression that you are anything but calm.

"You hit my baby, for calling you a name?" You can't quite believe it's that simple, but here you are, asking anyway.

"It's not just a name—"

"She's a child!" you don't let her finish, you won't. You turn and grab Benny's arm, ready to head back inside. You're daughter is more important right now, and you need to be with her. "Don't lay a hand on my child again." It's the final thing you'll say to her, she's not worth more of your time.

You turn to leave, even as she shouts back at you. "People like you shouldn't be mothers!"

You don't turn to give her the satisfaction of your expression. You keep walking, until you disappear inside the house.

Benny stays in the yard, eyeing up the lady across from him. He shouldn't say anything, he should follow you in. But he can't help himself.

"You leave my girls alone. Both of 'em. I don't wanna hear a word from you. Not a good morning, nothing. Don't talk to 'em, don't look at 'em. Got that?"

It's the most he's said to anyone other than you or Johnny in weeks. And he doesn't need to say more. One look at the woman and Benny knows she understands. There's a fire in the eyes of Benny Cross, and it's one you don't try and walk through.

He makes his way inside, and finds his girls in the living room. Your brows are furrowed in concern as you sit on the floor with your daughter. She sniffles, but her eyes light up when she sees Benny, her great protector.

Benny crouches down to her height, smiling at the tiny girl with his eyes. "You alright babygirl?" his voice is soft as she stumbles over to him.

"Yup." she mumbles, though it's clear she's still a little shaken.

"You were pretty brave." his whispers to her, his nose brushing hers as he leans down. "I think you scared her off for good."

"think so?" she asks, her little hands fiddling nervously.

Benny smiles, and scoops your daughter up, making her laugh. "I know so."

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[mayfieldss]

Benny Cross x teacher!reader where he is put in charge of picking up Johnny’s kids from school.

The teacher is wearing a long green dress, it flows in the gentle breeze, her hair down and doing the same. And it’s instantly the best thing Benny has ever seen. Johnny’s kids are waiting at her side, backpacks on and ready to go, but Benny doesn’t want to leave just yet.

“Hello,” he says, and the woman smiles cautiously.

“Are you Mr Cross?” She had been tasked with waiting with the kids until Johnny’s friend came to get them. She was given a name, but not a face to put to it and she certainly wasn’t expecting Benny Cross to look like this.

His Vandals jacket matches the one Johnny sometimes wears to school pick up, and his jeans have certainly seen better days, but that face.

He’s gorgeous, and it’s hard to keep professional when her jaw is getting heavier with the need to drop.

“I am.” Benny responds to her previous question, winking at the kids that stand beside her. The kids seem to recognise him, and they send him awkward smiles. The kind you give to family acquaintances when your parents don’t tell you much about them.

“Can I see some ID?” She has to ask, just to make sure. “School policy, I have to check just in case.” She hopes it doesn’t offend the man in front of her, but he just pulls out his license and hands it over, his fingers grazing hers for mere moments. The teacher looks down at it briefly and nods, before handing it back. She leans down to the kids then, and says goodbye to each of them as they walk to Benny’s side.

But he doesn’t leave. Not yet.

“I hope I’m not overstepping,” he starts, running hand through his hair. “But you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He can’t help himself, he has to shoot his shot.

A blush creeps onto the teachers face. She’s flustered in an instant, and that makes Benny feral.

“Thank you Mr Cross.”

“Benny,” he corrects, “you can call me Benny.”

She smiles, and God Benny’s body feels like it’s on fire.

“Well, thank you Benny.”

His name from her lips is like a drug, and he can’t wait to hear it again. He’s waiting, hoping she’ll say it. But he’s out of luck.

“I’ve got to get back in there, papers to mark, but I hope you and the kids get home safe.” She says, looking over her shoulder toward the schools front gates. “But maybe I’ll see you around?”

She’s so polite and Benny would give anything to break that professionalism. “I sure hope so, ma’am.” He winks and she waves him goodbye before heading back inside.

Benny takes the kids to the car he’s borrowed, and hops in himself. But he’s distracted as he drives, the green dress and the woman in it consuming his thoughts. When he drops the kids off and heads home, his thoughts will climb their way back to her, lingering there. And when he gets up the next day, he sure as hell hopes Johnny asks him for another favour.

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Just go with it - Benny Cross

synopsis: Benny's night takes a strange turn when you show up and use him as a distraction.

The start of Benny's night had been nothing to brag about. He'd been sitting at the bar after a long day of riding, with some of the other vandals surrounding him, and he was so fucking tired. The conversation was bland, only because the boys seemed to talk about the same shit every night, and it was starting to get dull. Benny had thought of calling it a night until you showed up.

You burst through the door of the bar, hair disheveled and whipped from wind. You looked out of breath, but there was a determined look in your eye when Benny saw you, and a shiver went up his spine as you made eye contact with him. And suddenly, you were heading his way.

Your steps were deliberate and you weren't deterred at all by the state of the men in the bar. Or of the matching jackets that suggested you'd walked into the center of a bikers club. A bikers club full of drunk and rowdy men. You were looking Benny right in the eye, and it wasn't long before you reached him and stool where he sat.

Glancing over your shoulder once, it was as though you were calculating something in your head. Weighing up the risk of Benny compared to whatever else had brought you in here.

It was only when the door to the bar swung open again and two cops set foot in the bar that you turned back to Benny, tugged him off his stool and apologized.

"I'm sorry about this. Just go with it. Please." your hands grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and you pressed your lips to his before he could respond. As confused as Benny was, he played along just fine. After all, a gorgeous girl was kissing him. What else was he supposed to do other than kiss back?

His hands found purchase on your waist, and pulled your forward until your body was pressed to his. It was the most exciting thing to happen to Benny in weeks, and god your lip gloss tasted sweet. Like cherries and roses. You felt like something holy in his grasp and he couldn't help bringing a hand up to your hair, burying his fingers within it as he deepened the kiss. Your nose knocked with his, and his breath blended with yours as you panted for air between presses of his lips to yours. God, it was the best fucking kiss Benny had ever had.

And just when Benny thought he was going to drown in you—in this stranger that had her body on his—you pulled away. You looked over your shoulder again and the two cops had disappeared. Benny was smart enough to know the kiss was a strategy to hide from them, but he couldn't help but wish you'd kiss him again even though the cops were gone. You turn back to him, and the look is your eyes is one of relief and gratitude.

"Thank you, so much." you run a hand through his hair and down his face, grazing your fingers over the stubble on his cheeks. It makes Benny a little feral—your gentle touch on his skin. You push yourself up once more, and press a kiss to his lips again, soft, slow and way too short for Benny's liking. The kiss is like a thank you note, and as you pull away Benny is absolutely lost for words. "keep up the good work, handsome." you say, before backing away. You wink at him as you head for the door, hair messier than when you came in, the reminder of Benny's fingers tangled in the locks.

When you're finally gone, it feels as though Benny made the whole thing up. You felt to him, like a fever dream, and if it weren't for the hooting and hollering of the other boys around him he would have thought you never happened at all.

"The fuck was that?" Johnny asks, taking a swig of the beer he'd been nursing for an hour. But Benny has no idea how to answer. Because he doesn't even know your name.

"I have no fucking clue." he mutters, partially as an answer for himself rather than the leader of the vandals.

Before he can stop himself he finds his boots pounding their way across the floor, and he's halfway across the bar in seconds. He can't help opening the door and stepping out into the cool night, hoping to catch a glimpse of you somewhere nearby. You can't have gone far, you were just saying goodbye moments before. But as he looks around, the space before him lit up by the yellow glow of streetlamps, there isn't a trace of you to be found.

Benny can feel his heart pounding at the thought of you. Of your voice and your taste. But he'll be damned if he can believe you ever really existed. The street is empty apart from his figure in the middle of it. And maybe, just maybe, the girl he kissed tonight was nothing but a fantasy.

~ ♤

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benny cross head cannons [the bikeriders]

summary; random benjamin cross head cannons.

warnings; brief mentions of blood at the end; other than that, just fluff

author's note: enjoy! header/divider does not belong to me.

🏍Silence is Golden.🏍

~Benny's most attractive moments are during the times when he's not talking; when he's batting those baby blue eyes at you in hopes you can telepathically understand what he's trying to say. Of course, you're always at a loss because you're convinced that there's not a single thought behind those eyes (unless it involves you or motorcycles). He's a terrible verbal flirt—coming off a bit too strong when he tries to woo you with ridiculous pet names he picked up from around the bar. Fortunately, his actions speak louder—and better— than his words do.

When he wants you next to him, he'll slide your chair towards him so your knees are touching. If he wants to send a message to the other guys that you're with him, he'll sling an arm around your shoulder and tug you close to his side or rest a hand on your knee.

🏍What's in a name?🏍

~Benny calls you his sweetheart. It slips right off his tongue so naturally, you get butterflies every time he says it. When he calls you 'sweetheart', it's normally when he's concerned about your safety. "Sit next to me, sweetheart. I gotta keep my eye on you," or "hold onto me, sweetheart. Can't have you fallin' off the bike, now can we?" It's endearing and makes you smile every time.

🏍Like a boomerang

~As much as you love Benny and Benny loves you, things aren't always perfect. After a week or so of being together, you realize he's threatening to leave for good every other week. It's a cycle—one that took you a long time to get used to. He'd say he's leaving, you'd plead for him to stop breaking your heart, he leaves for a day or two, and before you know it you find him sitting out on your front porch waiting for you to open the door and invite him back in again. "I promise I would never leave you for good," he'd mumble into your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist. It isn't until he leaves the biker gang behind that you believe him.

🏍Life could be a breeze🏍

~Being with Benny is a reckless whirlwind of chaos day in and day out. On top of him leaving every other week, he's always throwing himself into pointless fights...and he's losing most of the time. He's in constant pain—of which you're always nagging him is of his own doing. If it's not his leg, it's his ribs. if it's not his ribs, it's his hand.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. It's just a scratch. He had what was coming to 'em," he says while you're wiping blood from his cheek.

You sigh and turn to leave him be, but he's quickly got you by the wrist and already pulling you in for a quick peck on the lips. "You forgive me?" He asks and you roll your eyes.

"No, Benjamin Cross. I don't."

But he's already batting those baby blues at you and silently, you're forgiving him all over again as he pulls you closer for a longer kiss.

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Danny x reader insert—The Bikeriders

summary; in which your perception about Danny begins to change.

warning(s); none just fluff

author's note: thanks for voting in my last poll! expect more fics to come!

The first punch was thrown about an hour after the picnic started.

Of course a little blood and a couple of loose teeth on the ground didn't bother you when you were watching the Vandals from a distance alongside their wives.

Unfortunately, you were a little too close for comfort this time when the first punch was thrown and Kathy, Gail, and Betty were nowhere in sight.

Scrambling from the wooden picnic table, you sidestepped two drunken bikers tussling with Johnny on the ground. The two assailants wore colors you didn't recognize.

"You dumb pieces of—"

A breeze of nicotine rushed past you, making you stumble. His slew of insults got lost in the sound of violent grunts that took place behind you.

You opened your mouth to tell Benny to watch it, but you quickly shut up, knowing that your words would get lost in the wind as he headed straight for Johnny's rescue.

You couldn't have been more grateful for leaving your secluded spot at the picnic table just in time for Benny to tackle one of the bikers on top of Johnny, and throw him onto the wooden surface. Thankfully, you turned your head just in time to hear Benny's knuckles crack against the man's nose.

"Y/N!"

You lifted your head upwards, narrowly missing Wahoo and Corky as they drunkenly ran past you to help Benny—who was most likely getting himself killed because of his recklessness. You shielded your eyes from the sun and sprinted towards the voice that called out your name.

By the time you reached the pickup truck, Danny had his hand extended towards you. You took it, and he carefully pulled you up onto the bed of the truck, sweat sprinkling his forehead. Once he was sure you caught your footing, he released your hand and you took a seat on the blanket that was sprawled beneath you.

"I didn't know you liked seeing 'em fight up close," Danny joked, readjusting the strap of his camera around his neck. He pointed the silver lens at the mob that was now forming around the area where you were once sitting.

"I don't," you said, eyes going to the side of his face and then to the commotion from afar. You brushed the dirt and loose pieces of grass from your palms before sitting on the side of your knees folded under you.

Although you didn't care much for any of those Vandals, you only stuck around because the Wives were the only friends you truly had. The only thing setting you apart from them was the fact that you weren't married to one of those brutes in a matching leather jacket. (You weren't married at all, to be frank.) But this fact didn't bother you. In fact, you had no intention of ever wanting to marry a Vandal for the sake of them either getting killed on their bike or cut by somebody's knife. You simply enjoyed their company because it was must better than being alone.

But your dislike for some of the Vandals didn't outweigh your distrust for Danny.

Perhaps it was his probing questions towards you and your friends, or that invasive rectangular box with a lens that hung around his neck. Regardless, you didn't trust him fully. Either that, or he intrigued you and you didn't want to admit it entirely to yourself.

"How come you're not out there helpin' them?" You asked in between the clicks of his camera. "Don't know how to fight?"

You knew the answer to this, but you just wanted to shake off the embarrassment of nearly getting in the middle of a breakout fight.

"I'm not much of a fighter," he said with a chuckle, a look of amusement passing over his features. "I prefer to be behind the camera instead of in front of it."

"Well, I prefer there not be a camera in the first place."

"Is that why you won't let me take a picture of you, Y/N?"

You turned to look at him, your cheeks getting warmer than the sun beating down on you both. He was looking straight ahead, seemingly satisfied with the pictures of sweaty, bloody men rolling around in the dirt. He grinned when he finally looked at you. "You're camera shy. Is that why you won't let me take your picture?"

"I'm not shy. I just don't like my picture taken, that's all," you said, defensively.

"Well, do you like taking the pictures?" He got off his knees and sat next to you, removing the camera from around his neck.

You shuffled, putting a bit of distance between you. "I've never tried." You shrugged carelessly, finding this conversation to be pointless and ridiculous.

"Maybe you'll like being behind the camera, then."

Before you could respond, Danny placed his camera in your lap. "You look through that little square there," he said, pointing to the back of the camera, "and make sure it aligns just right. Then you pull this lever back and press that button at the top to take the picture."

You looked down at the camera in your hands before looking at Danny with a lifted brow.

He chuckled softly. "Come on, try it." He took the strap of the camera and carefully draped it around your neck, his fingers lightly brushing the little hairs there. Quietly, he demonstrated on how to hold it up to your face and you reluctantly mimicked his movements. "Now, just find something interesting."

You took a breath and let your eyes sweep over the picnic. The fight had settled down and the boys were separating to their own corners. Some went to wrap their arms around their wives as if they had won the battle. The beers were flying left and right and the bikes were roaring in the distance. Perceptively, you panned the camera all the way around until you landed on the photographer himself. He was busy tinkering with his portable microphone.

At the sound of the click, he looked up as if surprised to be the subject of your aperture.

"How does it feel to be the one in front of the camera?" You grinned, playfully.

"Still nothing compared to being behind it," He smiled back before hopping off the bed of the truck. "But since you took my picture, you know what that means, right?"

He offered his hand to help you down. He slid off the truck with his ease and released his hand before smoothing out your shirt.

"What?" you asked, removing the camera from around your neck and handing it to him.

"That I get to take a picture of you" he insisted, kindly. "Just one, I promise. If that's okay."

You crossed your arms as if to mull it over before rolling your eyes. "Fine. Just one. But I don't know how to pose or anything."

"Just be you," he said, setting down his portable microphone. He put the camera around his neck and lifted it up to his face, waiting to take your picture.

You sighed and hoisted yourself on the tail-end of the bed of the truck. You crossed your legs and set your hands in your lap. Just as you were about to look directly at the camera, Betty had called your name from afar, waving you over. The camera clicked as you looked over Danny's shoulder as the group migrated to a small bonfire.

"Perfect," Danny said, looking down at his camera. He glanced behind him as the group formed before looking back at you. "You look great."

You hopped off the truck. "But I wasn't ready," you said with a slight laugh, knowing he had caught you off guard just as you had done him. "I wasn't even looking."

"The most beautiful pictures are the candid ones, Y/N." His smile lingered before he bent down and picked up his equipment. Slowly he turned to join the rest of the group surrounding a small fire.

It took you a moment as the butterflies in your stomach began to flutter about. The smile on your face stuck like glue and all of sudden you were unsure of what to do with your hands.

That Danny...he sure was somethin'.

[shegatsby]

The Bikerider and The Nurse

Prologue

She had to run and find a shelter in a place where she had never been before, starting again was never easy but she was determined.

He was a troublemaker with a good heart and one day he found himself in the gentle hands of a pretty nurse.

A/N: Hi guys!!!!! I have been thinking about writing Benny x nurse reader for so long and im finally doing it. I cannot wait to share the chapters with you. Stay tuned. Let me know if you want to be tagged. This will be a mini series FYI.

[iridescentprose]

corky head cannons [the bikeriders]

summary; random corky head cannons.

warnings; just fluff

author's note: enjoy!

🏍Trial by error.🏍

One day at the bar, Corky had the guts to ask you if you wanted a smoke. When you told him you didn't smoke, he offered you a drink instead. When you told him you had somewhere to be, he asked if he could get you anything at all.

"How 'bout you gimme ten feet, Corky?" You're shuffling backwards and crossing your arms, looking for your friend or the nearest exit—whichever came first. The last thing you wanted was for him to think he was winning you over.

"How about one?" He takes a big step towards you and his face is, more accurately, inches from yours. Before he has a chance to kiss you, he pulls back and lightly tilts your chin upwards before strutting over to his buddies, who are all laughing in the corner. He's fully convinced that this move alone—his attempt at almost kissing you— finally has you flustered. But little did he know, you had had a crush on him since the first day you've met.

🏍Going down the highway.🏍

Being with Corky felt like going down a highway at full speed without a care in a world. You both were always laughing; living in your own little world while everyone seemed to be passing by. There wasn't a moment that went by where your boyfriend wasn't close to you in some way. He wasn't afraid to pull you to his side or even you have you sit in his lap when everyone was enjoying each other's company. You both are always in the corner of the room snickering at everyone else or something the other said.

🏍He thinks you're pretty.🏍

Corky calls you an assortment of pet names that are not limited to some variation of doll, doll face, pretty, baby, sugar. You told him you weren't a fan of pet names, so he stuck with 'doll face' just to tease you. Your harmless glare only made him laugh.

He was often joking around with you—sometimes too much for his own good. When he knows he's truly gotten under your skin, he'll surrender and wrap his arms around you from behind, apologizing like there's no tomorrow for teasing you so much. He knows he hasn't earned your forgiveness until you struggle to keep a straight face. It is this expression that gives him the greenlight to steal a kiss from your cheek.