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There may already be one but if not pls can someone write a lando x reader maybe it includes some insta posts ? where they’ve been together for awhile and finally come out online and to the public

The girls stunning but people think she’s a gold digger call her the typical names :( but it’s funny because turns out after some digging people find out she’s from a rich rich richhhh family like insanely wealthy and the jokes turn into landos the one digging in a funny way😂🫶🏽

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Benny Cross the Bikeriders Fantasy Part 4

Label Mature 18+

Chapter 4 Till Death

🔗 chapter 1 🔗 chapter 2 🔗 chapter 3

Summary You and Benny tie the knot in a biker-style wedding, surrounded by your closest friends and his Vandal club members. The celebration is filled with love and support for your whirlwind romance.

As newlyweds, you take full advantage of your time enjoying every moment together. Little by little, small cracks begin to surface in Benny's gentle behavior.

You initially brush it off as the stress of Benny adjusting from biker life to married life, until his charming personality completely falls revealing a side of him you've never seen before.

The turning point comes when the illusion shatters completely. The love you once felt is replaced by heartbreak, leaving you to pick up the broken pieces and face the painful reality of who Benny really is.

♠️ Passionate Smut ♠️ morning sex •fingering • sex on a counter • claiming • dirty talk•size kink•oral on female •squirting • cum eating • nipple play • foreplay •wedding night sex• multiple cream pies •multiple orgasms •extreme after care

Proof Readers 📖@purejasmine @burnthheparaphilia Smut Consultant 🫦@butdaddyilovehim99

Heavily Inspired by the Bikeriders Movie 🩸Mentions of blood (Benny gets into a fight)

🏍️ Inspo: anonymous requests combined 🏍️ •Marrying Benny cross full detail •Benny can’t stop thinking about you at all times •Benny turns overly protective seeing you get hurt •Benny claims you before and after the wedding •You and Benny have sex out doors •Benny breaks your heart

Til Death

You awaken in the morning, still basking in the afterglow of your engagement party. As you stretch with a contented smile, you hear the sound of running water as Benny washes his face and brushes his teeth.

The sunlight begins filtering softly through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room as Benny finishes and quickly climbs back into bed with you.

His warm body presses against yours and he wraps his muscular arms around you, pulling you close. His smile is infectious as you lay staring into each other’s eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says his voice still rough from sleep.

“Good morning, handsome,” you say in return, your fingers trailing along his jawline as he smiles.

“Last night was something else, hm?” he asks, his fingertips caressing along your shoulder.

“I still can’t believe we’re engaged, Benny,” you reveal warmly.

“I believe it,” he grins softly, resting his hand on your cheek. “I’ve never been this happy before.”

“I’ve never felt this way either, Benny,” you confess, your eyes filled with affection.

 Benny smiles warmly, brushing his thumb gently across your chin. 

“You’re everything I ever wanted,” he reveals, his voice soft and tender as he gazes deeply into your eyes.

“And I’m lucky,” he continues, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw with a featherlight touch, “because I get to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.” He says and the intensity of his eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

You feel the familiar blush creeping up your cheeks and you lower your gaze. But Benny doesn’t let you shy from him and gently tilts your chin, guiding you to look back at him.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a deeply passionate kiss. His soft, plush lips moving against yours as his fingertips trail down the curves of your waist.

He pulls your thigh closer, lifting your leg over his waist and pressing his firm cock against you. The intimate contact makes you gasp, your body responding with a surge of anticipation.

“Need to be inside you, baby,” he whispers with desire, as he tilts your head back pressing soft kisses along your throat.

“Y-yes, Benny…” you pant, your voice trembling with need as you surrender. His movements are deliberate a he takes his time kissing and sucking the sensitive skin of your neck.

The firmness of his body presses against yours as he glides his hard cock your through wetness, slicking your arousal along his shaft with every pass. The sensation is euphoric, making your breath catch as your body reacts.

“You’re so wet for me” he says gently pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. He pauses just long enough to let the moment linger before he pushes his large cock into you, inch by inch with a slow insistent thrust.

His gaze is locked on yours, watching every pleasurable emotion on your face as you feel him guiding deeper inside.

“You feel…so good, baby,” he rasps, his voice filled with raw desire as your walls tighten around his cock drawing him in . “I’m going to take you all the way.” He promises, claiming you completely.

“Yes, Benny,” you moan, your body arching against him as he fills you entirely. Each thrust heightens your pleasure as Benny holds you steady guiding his large cock through your tight walls.

You start to move in rhythm with him, your leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper. His breath comes out in a heated sigh as he feels you moving with him.

“Feels so good …when you push on me, baby,” he rasps, his voice a blend of awe and affection as he feels the tightness of your walls on each thrust. “Keep …that up for me,” he breathes his voice strained in pleasure.

“I won’t stop, Benny,” you promise, your voice breathless as you push your hips in time with his, meeting each of his deliberate thrusts. You gaze into each other’s eyes, feeling the endless pleasure as you moan in unison your bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Benny captures your lips in a searing kiss, the passion between you intensifying with each thrust. You melt into him, your bodies moving as one. The feel of him against you and the taste of him on your tongue make you surrender completely, letting Benny consume you entirely.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with a burning devotion that makes your heart race. “I love you,” he breathes, his voice heavy with emotion.

“I love you too, Benny,” you reply, your voice trembling with sincerity sending a thrill through him. His face shifts to one of pure surrender as his love for you overwhelms him.

His muscles tense as he pushes harder driving his cock deeper into you with every thrust. The sound of your soft cries mingles with his ragged breaths, as you surrender to his relentless pace.

Each stroke is raw and possessive, his thrusts harder and faster leaving you gasping for air. His muscles flex with each powerful movement, every shift aimed at bringing you to the peak of ecstasy.

“Your gonna come for aren’t you baby?” he asks, feeling your walls tighten around his thrusting cock.

“Yes, Benny!” you cry out, your voice trembling with the intensity of pleasure building inside your body.

“I’m close,” he rasps, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he feels you tightening around him, driving him closer to his own release. “I want to feel you come with me, baby,” he whispers, his voice filled with anticipation, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your moans grow more frantic as you nod, and he thrusts into you with relentless force. His cock sliding in and out with of you with an intensity that pushes you to the edge.

His guttural groans blend with your cries of pleasure. The sensation of his hips clapping against you makes your walls flutter until you can’t hold back.

“Benny I——!” you cry out, your voice breaking as the overwhelming orgasm crashes over you, your walls tightening around his cock as you moan in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, his pace faltering as he watches you feeling the intense pleasure of his cock. “I’m gonna come,” he yells, his voice strained with effort.

With a final thrust , he releases deep inside of you, his cock throbbing as it pulses rope after rope of cum, each surge sending a new wave of pleasure coursing through your body.

The world falls away as you orgasm together, his guttural groans and your loud cries filling the air. The intensity of your orgasms leaving you both breathless, lost in the shared ecstasy of the moment.

He shudders heavily, his entire body trembling with the force of his release and he holds you close, his grip almost desperate as he begins to roughly kiss you, his lips capturing yours holding on to the connection you just shared.

He moves back from the kiss and you remain entwined, hearts pounding in unison until the room fills with the soft sounds of your mingled breaths. As the aftershocks of pleasure fade Benny holds you close as you stare at him in awe.

“I’m so in love with you Benny,” you reveal the words escaping your lips.

His eyes wander over your face, remembering every detail as you give your heart to him and he slowly smiles softly stroking your cheek with his  thumb.

“I’m so in love with you too,” he responds, his voice sincere and filled with tenderness. He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle, loving kiss, and you close your eyes, savoring the intimacy of the moment, feeling the depth of his love for you.

You both rest a moment longer, your bodies intertwined in the afterglow of the passion you just shared. Fully satisfied, he begins to carefully pull out of you. The gradual withdrawal of his large cock sends a final shiver of pleasure through your body, making you gasp softly.

He rolls onto his back and pulls you close to his chest, his fingers gently weaving through your hair as he savors the intimacy of the moment.

You gaze up at him, your eyes soft and loving as you admire his handsome features. His strong jawline softened by stubble, his vibrant blue eyes holding a depth that makes your heart flutter. The curve of his full lips, resting in a confident, teasing smile. You adore Benny and can’t help but smile to yourself, feeling a surge of love and contentment being his fiancé.

“Come shower with me, Benny,” you whisper, as he almost sleeps in the warmth of your embrace.

“I’d like that,” he grins becoming more alert, savoring any intimate moment he can share with you. He releases you from his embrace, and you both slowly untangle from the sheets. The cool morning air brushes against your warm skin as you head to the bathroom ready to start your day together.

As you turn on the water, letting it warm up, Benny looks over your naked form, his hand slowly trailing down your back,“Your irresistible baby,” he says, squeezing your hip.

“And you’re insatiable Benny,” you tease, stepping under the shower and pulling him in with you. The water cascades over your bodies as you lean into him.

“You bring it out of me,” he says gently, brushing your wet hair back with one hand while the other cradles your face. You gaze up at him, and his lips meet yours in a soft, affectionate kiss that radiates warmth and love.

You wrap your arms around his neck, savoring the moment as steam rises around you, feeling both the heat of the water and the warmth of his kiss. You take turns washing each other’s bodies, enjoying the closeness and intimacy with the excitement of being engaged lingering between you.

After you dry off and head to the bedroom Benny slips on his jeans and a beige shirt while you choose a comfortable button up summer dress. You both move in sync, exchanging occasional smiles and touches as you prepare for the day an once ready, you head downstairs together.

In the kitchen, you make a simple breakfast, eggs, toast, and tea then sit at the counter together, sharing bites and light conversation about the excitement of your party last night. After breakfast you pull the calendar from the refrigerator, returning to sit next to him.

With the engagement successfully announced, you and Benny have an even bigger task ahead; planning the wedding.

“What date would you like for the big day?” you ask, flipping through the pages for the following months.

“Tomorrow,” Benny says with a sly grin.

You give him a playful look. “Benny, we can’t possibly do it tomorrow.”.

“End of the week,” he confirms without hesitation as he walks away to put the dishes in the sink.

“Benny, that’s too soon,” you protest.

He walks back to you, his eyes softening as he approaches. He wraps his strong arms around you from behind, his embrace warm and reassuring as you sit at the counter. 

He plants a kiss on your temple, then glances over the dates flipping back to the current month.

“I want to marry you as soon as possible” he says gently against your ear. “I don’t want to wait a moment longer,” he says with a depth of emotion.

You sigh, hearing the dedication in his words and feeling the same. “Maybe we can do it end of this week if the wedding is really small,” you suggest with a hopeful smile.

“The wedding will be big well included the entire club of Vandals,” he confirms with a grin,  excited to share the momentous occasion with his brotherhood.

When you look to him unsure he smiles holding you tighter into his embrace. “I’ll call Johnny and Betty they were already planning to help anyway, they’d love to do this for us.” He reveals m.

You smile, feeling a sense of relief and excitement. “They would do that?” you ask in surprise, and after a moment of thought Benny nods.

“Yea they know everyone, and this is a big deal for us. They’ve always had my back” he says reassuringly.

“What about the venue?” you ask, trying to think of a location in town.

Benny smiles, already knowing the answer. “We’ll do it right, hire a pastor and get married at the lake,” he says softly. You look over your shoulder, trying to hold your resolve at his sentiment, and he holds you tighter, seeing your pleased expression.

“That sounds wonderful Benny,” you confirm and place your hands on his forearms as he holds you.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispers, his voice filled with love and anticipation.

You smile, your heart swelling with love in return. “I can’t wait to marry you either Benny” you respond and he smiles his eyes filled with affection as he plants a kiss on your lips.

You and Benny spend the rest of the afternoon making various calls to set the arrangements for the upcoming weekend.

As word gets around the Vandals and your friends excitedly offer their help in various ways to be part of the spontaneous celebration.

Benny chooses Johnny as his Best Man with Brusy and Cal as his groomsmen and you Chose Sarah as your Maid of Honor with Donna and Emily as your brides maids.

Benny, not being traditional chooses to wear his colors for the wedding proving his loyalty to the Vandals, and for your dress, you already have the most sentimental gown imaginable.

Wedding Jitters

The next day, you invite your maid of honor and bridesmaids over, ensuring Benny will be out with Johnny, working on the beverage order for the afternoon.

As your friends arrive, you share greetings and offer them glasses of wine in the kitchen, exchanging pleasantries before bringing them into your mother’s sitting room.

The space is cozy and nostalgic, with a large window facing the garden. A plush, floral-patterned sofa sits against one wall, complementing the room’s warm, inviting colors. Directly across from the sofa is your mother’s well-loved sewing machine. A full-length mirror stands in one corner next to a changing partition, and in the center of the room is a mannequin proudly displaying your mother’s wedding dress.

The gown is a stunning satin white, its fabric smooth and lustrous, with delicate straps that gracefully frame the shoulders, leading to a low-cut neckline. The bodice is fitted, accentuating the waist before flaring out into a full, flowing skirt that sweeps the floor.

When Emily and Sarah see your mother’s gown upon entering the room, they quickly become emotional, their eyes welling up with tears. The sight moves you deeply, and you find yourself tearing up with them. The four of you hold each other, sharing a heartfelt moment as you look over the gown together.

“It’s perfect,” Sarah says, wiping away happy tears. “Try it on for us,” Emily requests, and you nod in agreement. They each take a seat on the sofa, wines in hand, ready to see you wear the dress.

Though you’ve tried it on after pulling it from the trunk in the attic, something about wearing it in front of your friends makes it feel real. You nervously unbutton the silk gown from the mannequin, your hands trembling slightly as you struggle, and Sarah immediately gets up to help you.

“I’ve got it for you,” she says, taking over. Once she has the dress down, you step behind the partition to remove your clothing, and she hands the dress to you.

When you emerge, the dress fits you perfectly. Emily and Donna gasp, their eyes shining with emotion. Sarah helps you button up the back and delicately fastens the veil in your hair. She steps back, and they all admire you, their faces reflecting a mix of awe and affection.

“You’re going to be such a beautiful bride,” Sarah says, her voice full of admiration.

You smile, looking at yourself in the full-length mirror, feeling the weight of the moment and the significance of wearing your mother’s dress for your special day. The reality of your upcoming wedding sinks in, filling you with an overwhelming blend of excitement and longing.

“I wish they were here,” you blurt out, suddenly overcome with emotion. You kneel down, trying to hold back your sobs. Emily and Sarah immediately rush to your side, wrapping their arms around you in a comforting embrace, offering their support and understanding.

“Oh, sweetie,” Emily whispers, her voice filled with empathy. “They are here with you, in spirit and in your heart.”

“Your mom would be so proud of you,” Sarah adds supportively. “You look absolutely beautiful, and she’s watching over you, smiling.”

Donna softly strokes your back. “We’ll make sure your day is perfect, just like you deserve,” she confirms.

“We love you so much,” Sarah says, squeezing you tightly. “We know your parents would have loved to see you in this dress, marrying the man you love.”

They all look to you with supportive smiles. Donna steps away momentarily before coming forward and nudging you gently with your glass of wine. “Drink all of this down,” she orders, lightening the mood and as you laugh, you all lift your glasses for a toast.

“To love and friendship,” Donna says, her voice warm and reassuring.

“To marrying the love of your life,” Sarah adds, smiling through her tears.

“To the most beautiful bride,” Emily chimes in, her eyes shining with affection.

You all clink your glasses together, cheering in celebration.

During the week, you hand Benny several checks and envelopes of cash, which he distributes to cover all the expenses, making everything flow smoothly.

With the final detail of a local pastor confirmed, Benny looks at you with a triumphant grin. “I think we did it,” he says, pulling you into a tight embrace. “We’re getting married this weekend!” He says excitedly.

You smile, feeling joy and anticipation rising inside of you. “I can’t believe we made it happen, Benny,” you say, excitement surging as you tiptoe up and

press an appreciative kiss on his lips. Benny grins warmly and pulls you closer. “You’re gonna be my wife, baby,” he says affectionately.

One Night of Fun

The day before the wedding is filled with excitement and a flurry of activity. Betty and the older ladies meet with your maid of honor and bridesmaids to plan a surprise for you, while Johnny and the Vandals do the same for Benny.

You and Benny spend the day running last minute errands, making sure everything is ready for the next day.

As evening arrives, you begin to feel the wedding jitters setting in and decide to calm your nerves by cooking dinner together, a comforting ritual you both enjoy.

“Do you think we’ve forgotten anything?” you ask, perfectly browning a chicken breast in the skillet.

Benny stands beside you, chopping vegetables at the kitchen counter. “I don’t think so. I double-checked the list this morning,” he replies, concentrating on his task. “But if we did forget something, I’m sure it’ll work out.” He reassures you with calm confidence.

You nod, taking a deep breath. “You’re right, Benny. I guess it’s just the nerves talking,” you admit, feeling a bit anxious.

Benny leans over, smiling, and gently kisses your forehead. “We’re going to have an amazing day, baby. Everything will be perfect,” he says. His voice is steady and calming, and you smile, appreciating the way he grounds you.

Once dinner is ready, you sit down at the table together, trying to focus on the moment rather than the whirlwind of thoughts in your head.

“The chicken is amazing,” Benny says as he takes another bite, looking up at you affectionately.

You smile, finding comfort in the familiar routine of having dinner together. “I’m so glad, Benny,” you say, feeling a surge of emotion. “I want to do this with you forever.”

He gives you a look filled with understanding, getting up and walking around the table to kneel beside you. His eyes filled with warmth and love as he gazes into yours. “I want you forever,” he says softly, his voice full of sincerity, and leans placing a kiss on your lips and sealing his promise.

After dinner, you decide to relax on the couch together watching a show to distract your minds and calm your nerves. You settle in, nestled against Benny’s side, as the television flickers softly in the living room.

Benny’s holds you around your shoulders, his thumb gently stroking your arm in a soothing rhythm. The warmth of his body and the steady rise and fall of his chest easing your nerves.

Neither of you really pays attention to the show playing in the background. Instead, you sit in thoughtful silence, your minds drifting through the anticipation of tomorrow.

Occasionally, Benny leans over to plant a soft kiss on your temple or cheek, grounding you in the moment with his gentle affection. His fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your thigh, the touch both calming and reassuring.

“Tomorrow’s the big day,” he finally says, voicing what’s on both of your minds as he looks down at you with a warm smile.

You tilt your head to meet his gaze. “It feels like a dream, Benny,” you say softly.

He smiles deepens as he rests his head gently against yours. “It’s a dream come true,” he says warmly.

You both lapse back into a comfortable silence, the only sound in the room the show on the television. Being together in your shared space bringing a sense of peace.

Suddenly, the phone rings, breaking the tranquility, and you sit up. “I wonder who that could be at this hour,” you say, rising from the couch.

You answer the phone to hear the familiar voice of Johnny.

“How you doing, sweetheart?” he asks with genuine curiosity, and you feel your nerves begin to rise again.

“I’m fine, Johnny,” you say quickly.

“Put Benny on for me, would ya?” he asks.

“Of course,” you reply, handing the call to Benny. He takes the phone and gently squeezes your hand before you leave to give him privacy.

Once Benny finishes talking, he hangs up and finds you in the kitchen. “Hey, um,” he says, scratching the back of his head, “The guys want to take me out tonight,” he says with a sly grin.

You bite your lip to contain your smile. You are well aware of the kind of night they have planned for him. His cheeks flush as he realizes you know, and you head to your purse in the kitchen to hand him a small stack of bills.

“Have fun,” you say, walking past him in a playfully dismissive manner, but he grabs your wrist, holding you in place as he pockets the money.

“What do you mean, ‘have fun’?” he grins, pulling you back to him. “You’re my fun,” he says, pressing a kiss to your ear. “I want to have fun with you right now,” he whispers, nudging his nose against your cheek.

“Benny, go,” you say, trying to sound serious through your smile.

“No, I want you now,” he says, his voice lower tinged with desire as he guides his large hands down your body. “I want you satisfied while I’m out,” he whispers, reaching his hand between your legs and squeezing gently.

You gasp at his insistence, your heart fluttering with anticipation. “Try to behave yourself tonig—” Benny leans in, kissing you deeply, savoring the warmth of your mouth and cutting off your words before you can finish the thought.

His kiss is all consuming, his lips moving against yours with an insatiable hunger and you melt into him, losing yourself in the moment, his touch and presence enveloping you completely.

He pulls back, his eyes dark with desire as they wander your body. “I’m going to misbehave right now,” he promises, unfastening his belt.

“Oh god, Benny,” you gasp, feeling chills at his intensity.

He holds your waist and lifts you onto the counter’s edge, kissing you hard as he unbuttons your top. He unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the tiled surface as his large hands grab your breasts, kneading and squeezing them as his tongue explores your mouth.

Your thighs instinctively tighten around his waist, your arousal pooling from his touch as you feel him becoming hard between your legs.

“Gonna make you feel so good baby,” he promises and you feel the heat of his breath as he kisses down your neck, the warmth of his mouth sucking, licking, and leaving a trail of sensation as you pant above him.

“Please, Benny,” you sigh, your fingertips running through his hair as his lips move lower, licking and kissing across your hardened nipples. He takes one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak before sucking it hard, drawing it in deeply. The pressure of his warmth tonge makes you moan, your wetness increasing with every pull of his mouth.

“Benny..that feels so good,” you moan, your walls clenching around nothing as he releases your nipple with a wet pop.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers as his hands gently cup your breasts and his warm mouth returns, softly licking and firmly sucking each nipple. The sensations are overwhelming, each flick of his tongue and squeeze of his hands drawing a moan from your lips.

“I need you Benny,” you say breathlessly, your body aching for his touch. He responds by reaching his hand between your legs, sliding his fingers against your panties feeling them soaked through.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he breathes, the heat of his words matching the intensity of his touch. His eyes lock onto yours as his fingers trace soft circles on your clit through the fabric.

Your hips push instinctively into his hand, and he slides your panties aside, his fingers gliding through your wetness, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you moan.

He teases your entrance with gentle circles and firm strokes, the sensation are overwhelming leaving you breathless. “Benny, please…” you whisper, spreading your legs wider, silently begging to be filled.

“You want more, baby?” he asks seductively.

“Y-yes, Benny,” you whisper.

“I’ll always give you more,” he promises and glides his fingers through your slickness before pushing them all the way inside of you.

“Oh God, Benny,” you gasp, your body trembling as he curls them upward pressing against a sensitive ridge. The sensation is exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure through your body as he moves his fingers in and out.

“Does it feel good baby?” he asks low and teasing.

“Yes, Benny!” you moan, “Please don’t stop,” you cry out with desperate need.

“I won’t stop until you’re satisfied,” he vows.

His other hand begins to knead your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple in time with his fingers thrusting below, creating a symphony of sensations that makes you cry out his name.

“Benny, yes,” you moan as he plunges his fingers deeper curling them expertly against a a soft ridge that has you seeing stars

He returns his warm mouth to your breast, sucking and licking with intensity. The combination of his skilled fingers and the suction of his warm mouth pushes you to the brink, your body arching as you cry out his name.

“Benny....-I’m going to come,” you cry, the pleasure becoming so great you can no longer withstand it. Your body trembles with force as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching around his fingers as waves of ecstasy ripple through your core.

He releases your nipple with a wet pop, and his eyes lock onto yours as he watches you come.

The slick sound of your wetness increases as his fingers thrust faster and harder making your cheeks flush a deep pink. Your breaths come in ragged gasps as the sensation intensifies, the euphoria overwhelming as you become lightheaded.

Benny slows his fingers as your thighs quiver against his hand and watches with a satisfied grin as you come down from your high.

Once you regain your breath, he removes his fingers from you bringing them to his mouth and tasting you with a satisfied hum.

His eyes roam over you as he decides what he wants to do next, finally locking his intense gaze with yours making your heart race.

His expression darkens with a mix of pride and hunger. “I need more,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “I want to taste you, until you come in my mouth.”

A shiver runs through you at his words and your heart races as he places his hand on your chest, gently guiding down to lay on the counter.

You let out a soft, breathy moan as you settle onto the cool tiles, the reality of his promise sinking in. Your skin tingles with anticipation as he prepares you for what’s next, tracing his fingers lightly over your skin.

“I want this off” he says and you feel a surge of excitement as his hands slide lower to your hips, tugging your skirt down and slipping off your panties. With you fully naked before him his gaze lingers on your curves, taking in every detail with a look of appreciation and desire.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands, his voice tinged with pride and admiration as you do, his eyes locking onto the glistening arousal between them. He reaches out, his fingers grazing the slickness, savoring the effect he has on you.

“So wet for me” he praises with a smile and his hands slowly push your thighs wider apart. He lowers his face between them, and you shiver at the heat of his breath fanning against your skin.

He slowly traces his tongue along your wetness, savoring your taste, each stroke deliberate and intense as he enjoys every moment.

“Benny!” you gasp, your body tensing and releasing as the motions of his tongue become faster, your breath hitching as the pleasure radiates through your core. He flicks his tongue against your clit with an intensity that has you moan into the air.

“Benny, god!” you cry, your body arching toward his mouth and he grips your thighs, thrusting his tongue in and out of your entrance. The wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth fill the room as your hips begin to move of their own accord, each plunge of his tongue sending shockwaves through your core.

Your breaths come in ragged gasps as he works his tongue deeper, your moans unending as he consumes you. He groans against in passion and the vibration intensify your pleasure, spreading it from your core outward, tingling along your skin and making your thighs tighten around his head.

His hands grip your thighs and gently pull them apart, keeping you in place as you surrender to every exquisite sensation of his mouth devouring you.

“Benny I’m gonna come !” You moan your walls tightening on the brink of release. He maintains the perfect rhythm the sensation dizzying, each thrust and flick of his tongue drawing you closer to climax. Your hands grip the counter, desperate for something to hold onto as you feel yourself about to come.

When the tension snaps, you cry out in euphoria as another powerful orgasm crashes over you, the sheer intensity of your release leaving you utterly at his mercy.

Benny continues sloppily kissing and licking you as you come, determined to drive you beyond the edge of ecstasy.

Desperate cries escape your lips as he firmly slips two fingers inside of your sensitive walls, thrusting hard, creating an intense dull ache that builds, coiling tighter and tighter with every deep stroke.

“Benny, oh god!” you whimper as he thrusts faster, making the pressure build until you feel a demanding need for release.

You cry out as you reach the brink, and he slips his fingers from you, circling them against your clit. The sudden shift in sensation causes your body to respond with a powerful release, warm liquid squirting freely from your core with each stroke of his fingers.

Benny leans in, capturing your release with his mouth, his tongue eagerly lapping in as you push against his face. Your moans are unending as you come, completely overwhelmed by Benny.

Your body gives out, going limp as you lay flat on the counter, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

The overwhelming pleasure leaves you dazed and blissfully exhausted as you bask in the afterglow of your earth shattering orgasm. Benny stands with a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with his handiwork, and slowly licks the taste of you from his lips.

“I love to make you come like that,” he grins at you in satisfaction.

You weakly smile, your mind clouded in complete euphoria. “I… I love it too,” you manage to say, unable to form an another thought.

He watches you with a contented smile, his touch lingering softly on your thighs as you come down from the high, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through your body.

His eyes are filled with admiration as he takes in your blissful state, his thumbs gently stroking your skin, grounding you in the moment as you slowly regain your composure.

“I want to satisfy you even more,” he says, tightly gripping your hips and pulling you to the edge of the counter. “Need to feel you tight around me” he rasps “I want to thrust until I can’t hold back anymore,” he reveals his voice rough with need.

“Oh god Benny,” you softly moan, your eyes pleading for him.

He unzips his jeans, lowering them as his large, hard cock springs free. You watch as he wraps one hand firmly around the base, his other hand resting on your hip to hold you in place.

He presses the tip against your entrance, sliding it through the slick wetness of your arousal and the sensation causes waves of intense pleasure to course through your already overstimulated body.

“I want you so much,” he whispers as he aligns himself with you. “Do you feel how hard you make me, baby?” he asks, gripping both of your hips possessively.

You moan feeling the heat of his tip press into you, and with a deliberate, steady push, he thrusts himself inside. Your body arches as he penetrates, your walls throbbing as he stretches you around his size.

He places his large hand across your pelvis, holding you in place as he sinks deeper, the sensation drawing moans from you both as he bottoms out, filling you completely.

“You feel so good on me,” he groans softly, his voice thick with desire.

You gaze into his eyes, completely consumed by the size of his cock. “Benny…you’re so deep” you whine, the fullness so intense that you can’t move.

“Every inch of me belongs inside of you,” he confirms, holding you steady as he begins to thrust, his head immediately tilting back in pure bliss as he enjoys in the tightness of your walls squeezing him.

You whimper and moan beneath him, your sounds mingling with the wet, rhythmic slickness of his cock as he roughly pushes into you, each firm stroke accompanied by his grunts and pants.

Your fingers grasp desperately at the edge of the counter, the only thing to brace yourself felling every inch of him pushing deeper, the fullness and pressure sending shockwaves to your core.

He glances down at you, captivated by the sight of your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as you take him.

“Look at me, baby,” he says affectionately and when your eyes meet, the intensity of your gaze sends a jolt of desire through him as his cock twitch inside your walls.

“You’re all I’m going to be thinking about tonight,” he confesses, his words a promise as he drives his cock into you with a newfound intensity.

You respond eagerly to his words, your moans growing louder and more desperate as you feel yourself spiraling toward another climax. The tension coils tighter within you, your body straining toward release, every thrust reinforcing the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Oh god Benny!” You finally cry as his pace increases to a dangerous rate, thrusting faster, driving deeper and holding you in place. He begin to pounds into your walls with a relentless rhythm. His groans fill your ears as your pelvic muscles contract around his large cock squeezing it tightly.

“S-so good,” he stammers, losing his ability to think, the sounds of your wetness mingling with the slaps of his skin, driving him insane as he nears release.

Your walls begin to flutter, drawing him in deeper with every thrust, and you feel the familiar tightness building within as you gasp, and moan reaching your peak of your pleasure.

“Don’t come yet, baby,” Benny rasps, his voice commanding and filled with control.

You strain not to come and he presses his hand down firmly on your pelvis, the force sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core as he thrusts intensifying the sensation beyond your limits.

Your hips buck up against him, your cries of his name spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer.

“Benny, god Benny please!” you moan incoherently, your voice trembling with desperation.

“Fuck,” he gasps, he falters, nearly losing control, but he quickly recovers, determined to give you an earth shattering orgasm. “Not yet, baby,” he commands, holding you firmly in place as he begins flicking his thumb over your clit.

Your cries are foreign to your ears as he relentlessly thrusts and sweetly tortures your clit. The combination drives you to the brink, your body instinctively pushing against him, completely overwhelmed and overstimulated.

Your orgasm crashes over you with full force, your vision blurring as waves of pleasure radiate through your core. Your walls spasm around his cock, and you moan his name, feeling the warmth of your release coating his cock as he continues to glide in and out of you.

He groans as the rush of warm liquid makes his thrusts sloppier and more desperate. He falters slightly, the pleasure all consuming. “I’m gonna come,” he relents, keeping his hand in place, feeling himself thrusting harder under his palm as he chases his own high.

He lets out a guttural moan, his body tensing as his cock pulses inside of you. The sensation of his warm cum filling you makes you moan beneath him. His cock throbs in sync with the contractions of your walls and the intensity of your orgasms leaves you both breathless and satisfied.

He waits as the throbbing of your walls subsides, savoring the feeling of being completely connected to you.

He brushes soft touches along your sides, his eyes taking in your blissfully surrendered form. “You’re incredible,” he says with a soft smile as his fingers trace gently over your delicate skin.

You manage a weak smile in return, still overwhelmed from the intensity of the moment . “I’ve never felt anything like that, Benny,” you admit, your voice filled with awe.

He smiles, a look of satisfaction in his eyes. “I want to make you feel like that always,” he says softly, his hand gently guiding down your leg.

With your bodies calmed he places a hand on your thigh bracing himself and carefully pulls out of you. The sensation of his large cock withdrawing leaves you feeling both empty and relieved as a warmth spreads through your core.

He takes your wrists and gently pulls you up to him, guiding your arms around his neck as he wraps his strong arms around your waist, holding you close.

He gazes into your eyes, a playful grin on his lips. “What if I don’t go?” he asks, his voice teasing with a hint of genuine reluctance.

You smile, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. “Go play with your boys,” you whisper against his mouth, knowing full well he’ll be thinking of you the entire time. The connection between you is undeniable, and you both linger in the moment, unwilling to let it end.

Suddenly there is a loud knock at the front door startling you both due to the hour.

“Who could that be?” you ask, glancing at Benny.

“I don’t know,” he replies, quickly helping you off the counter. You scramble to get dressed, pulling on your top and buttoning it up, while he tucks himself away, adjusting his jeans. He collects your skirt, kneeling to help you step into it.

Once you are both dressed, Benny heads to answer the front door.

He pulls it open to find all the old ladies from the club, along with your friends, waiting in anticipation. Their faces flushed with excitement as they yell and cheer. Bennys eyes widen in shock at the sudden visit and they scream and catcall at him, clearly there to celebrate. With a mix of surprise and amusement, he steps aside, inviting them all in.

They pour into the entryway, each one touching and patting his firm arms and chest as they pass him by.

“What are you still doing here, Benny? You’re supposed to be at the club!” Gale yells with a grin.

“This is girls’ night!” Donna teases as their laughter and chatter filling the house with infectious energy.

They make their way to the kitchen, and feeling exposed, you quickly try to compose yourself but Gale spots your bra on the counter, picking it up with a sly grin.

“Looks like this is why Benny hasn’t left yet,” she teases, waving your bra playfully around making you and Benny turn bright red as he enters the kitchen seeing what she’s discovered.

Despite the teasing, Benny walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace.

The girls gather around, intensifying the moment as Benny cups your jaw in his hand, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. “I love you” he says tenderly, his eyes locking with yours as he smiles.

“I love you too,” you reply softly, feeling shy under the gaze of your friends as they catcall and cheer around you.

Benny then pulls on his jacket, turning to the group with a grin. “Take good care of her tonight,” he says, his tone a mix of affection and humor as he waves goodbye.

The girls respond with playful teasing and laughter, filling the room with their vibrant energy as Benny finally heads out the front door. The noise and energy in the room continue to buzz as your friends settle in, ready to celebrate the night away before your big day.

You usher everyone into the living room, with their bottles and glasses in hand, heading over to the record player. You carefully select a popular record, gently sliding it out of its sleeve. Placing it on the turntable, you set the needle down with precision, hearing the soft crackle as it finds the groove.

The music fills the room, and you and your friends begin to dance and drink singing along to the entire record, the atmosphere buzzing with energy and joy bringing you all closer together.As the record comes to an end, the energy begins to wind down, and everyone gathers around to start handing out the traditional bridal gifts for your wedding.

Betty is the first to step forward, presenting you with something borrowed, a Vandals biker patch. The old ladies of the club grow sentimental as she places it in your palm and you trace your thumb along the familiar stitching, recognizing the symbol that means so much to Benny.

“You’re one of us now,” Betty says, her voice heavy with emotion as she pulls you into a tight embrace. Her words, filled with deep meaning, make your friends feel a touch out of place, but they smile warmly, sharing in the moment.

Next, Sarah approaches, her excitement barely contained as she hands you something new, a large, ribboned box with ‘Lily of France’ written across the front. You can’t help but gasp as you open it to reveal a stunning white lingerie set, complete with garter belts and fasteners. The women around you clap and cheer, their eyes sparkling with delight.

“That’ll get you pregnant faster than a horse in heat!” Gale shouts, and the room erupts into fits of laughter. You blush deeply, and carefully place the lingerie back into its box, nodding your appreciation to Sarah, who beams with pride.

Emily steps forward next, holding a tiny bag in her hands. You open it to find a small, gold-engraved black box, and inside, nestled on a bed of satin, are a pair of exquisite sapphire earrings.

The room falls silent for a moment as everyone admires their delicate beauty. “Something blue,” Emily says softly, her voice shy but filled with warmth. A lump forms in your throat as you smile at her, deeply touched by the thoughtful gesture. “They’re beautiful, thank you,” you say, your voice catching slightly.

“Thank you all so much,” you say to the gathered women, suddenly tearful as you feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the love and support surrounding you. Donna begins refilling everyone’s glasses. “Let’s do a toast,” she says once everyone is holding a full glass.

“Wait!” Sandy says, running to her purse and retrieving her camera. “Everyone gather in front of the fireplace around the future bride!” she says excitedly, and all the women surround you as Sandy prepares to take the photo.

“Everyone cheers to the future bride!” Sandy yells, and the camera flashes, capturing you and all of your friends for the wonderful memory.

The night continues with laughter and stories, the warmth of friendship surrounding you as you celebrate the eve of your wedding day.

Den of Wolves

Benny arrives at the Vandals’ biker club, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He’s seen his fair share of wild nights with the boys, but tonight feels different he knows they’ve got it in for him. He sucks in a deep breath to prepare himself for the inevitable mauling by the den of wolves waiting inside.

Benny pushes open the doors to the sound of Blues blaring from the jukebox, as soon as he steps inside, the crowd of bikers turns their attention to him and rush to greet him. “Benny!” some yell out as they playfully assault him with rough pats on the back and ruffle his hair.

Cal, wraps an arm around Benny, pulling him into a side hug. “Here he is, the man of the hour!” he yells triumph making Benny laugh as he ushered into the club.

Johnny grins from the bar and yells  out, “Glad you decided to show up Benny ! Trouble with the Mrs?” He says pointing at the clock above the bar.

“No, quite the opposite,” Benny yells, flashing a grin.

Then men erupt into laughter and Wahoo grabs Benny by the shoulders . “That poor delicate woman Benny, your gonna break her if you can’t stop being such a dog” he yells and the men erupt  into a fit of laughter as Benny pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to contain his bashful smile of embarrassment.

“Get this man drunk and quick!” Corky shouts, and the men all cheer in agreement, raising their glasses in a toast.

They settle into the familiar routine of playing pool and smoking, the camaraderie easing Benny’s nerves. As he chats with Cal, enjoying the normalcy of the night, he finally begins to relax.

Suddenly, Wahoo and Corky grab Benny by the arms, pulling him backward and landing him in a chair. Benny laughs, playfully fighting to get up, but Corky yells, “Hold him down! I paid good money for this!” and the other bikers join in, holding Benny in place despite his protest.

“C’mon, guys, don’t,” Benny pleads, but his words fall on deaf ears as Wahoo folds a rag and blindfolds him.

“It’s not cheating if you can’t see it,” Wahoo says with a cackle, drawing laughter from the crowd. “Touching’s free, looking will cost ya!” Corky adds, and the bikers laugh at his clear misinterpretation.

Benny, unable to move, relents knowing that whatever they have planned, it’s all in good fun.

The men begin to whistle, and Benny hears the distinct sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor. His heart rate increases, and his blood runs cold as he realizes it’s real—they’ve in fact hired a stripper.

“Who’s the one getting treated here?” she asks with a sultry voice, trailing her hand up his leg as the room erupts in cheers and laughter “Benny” they yell in unison.

She lifts the hem of his shirt, taking a peek at his abs. “Tsk, tsk, tsk Benny what a lucky woman,” she says, leaning in close enough for him smell her perfume. “Too bad we’re going to ruin all that for a night of fun,” she teases.

On her cue, a rock song starts playing, and Benny can hear the men lower their chattering with growing excitement as she begins to dance.

They begin whistling as she strips down to her bra and panties and walks closer quickly straddling Benny’s lap. Her hips rolls against him to the rhythm of the music and the bikers can’t contain their excitement, hooting and hollering at the spectacle.

She runs her fingers through Benny’s hair and down his chest, her touch light but teasing. Benny keeps his composure, though inside he feels a wave of humiliation setting in as his face flushes. Seeing this, the men around him grow rowdier, egging her on to do more.

“Relax, for me handsome,” she whispers in his ear, her lips grazing his skin. “I promise I don’t bite—unless you want me to.” She teases

Benny finally chuckles, his face turning bright red from the sheer embarrassment of the ordeal. “I’m good, thanks,” he replies, keeping his voice light.

“Are you sure?” she asks playfully and removes his blindfold. As the cloth falls away, she is the one stunned, seeing his handsome face. “What a looker,” she says, flashing him a mischievous grin. “Let’s make sure you have an extra good time tonight.” She winks.

With that, she begins to dance on him with practiced ease, her movements fluid and confident. She holds his knees her body moving  with the rhythm of the music, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as she leans back maintaining eye contact with Benny, her smile playful and teasing. The bikers continue to cheer, tossing dollar bills at her in every direction, the room filled with hoots and laughter.

“C’mon, Benny, enjoy the show I paid good for this!” Wahoo yells, raising his beer to celebrate and the men erupt into more laughter and encouragement, adding to the wild atmosphere.

Benny endures the lap dance, grateful for his friends’ enthusiasm but relieved when the routine finally comes to an end.

“Thanks for playing along, handsome,” she says with a teasing smile. With a smooth, practiced motion, she climbs off Benny’s lap, gathering the scattered bills into a neat stack. As she struts across the room, she glances over her shoulder at Benny, flashing him a flirtatious smile and blowing him a kiss before disappearing into the crowd.

The bikers erupt into applause, slapping Benny on the back and congratulating him on surviving the spectacle and  Benny relaxes, grateful that the unexpected show is over.

As the men let Benny up, he sighs in relief, shaking his head as they continue to tease him.

More girls enter the bar, and Benny groans, thinking the night isn’t over yet and Johnny chimes in seeing his dismay “Nah, nah, Benny, you’ve had your fun. This is for the boys.” He yells and the room erupts into cheers as the women begin selecting their bikers, each one pulling her chosen man along with playful gestures and flirtatious smiles. A brief scuffle breaks out over one of the girls, but it’s quickly broken up by the others, who laugh it off and return to the festivities.

As the party continues, Benny sneaks out front to have a smoke, needing a moment of peace. The only thing on his mind is you and what you’re doing tonight without him. He knows he won’t see you until tomorrow, and the thought tugs at him.

He leans against his bike, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag, the smoke curling into the night air as he stands deep in thought.

Johnny steps outside, spotting Benny resting against his bike. “There ya are! I’ve been looking all over for ya,” he says, pulling out a cigarette of his own and lighting it as he joins Benny.

They stay in complete silence for a moment as they smoke, the only sounds being distant laughter and music from inside.

Johnny pulls a drag and exhales, finally glancing over at Benny. “What’s going on in that head of yours kid?” He asks.

Benny exhales slowly, watching the smoke dissipate. “Just thinking about her. She’s all I can ever think about, even with all this going on.” He admits.

Johnny nods, understanding. “She’s special, Benny. You’re lucky to have found someone like her. Don’t let anything muck that up.”

Benny smiles weakly, appreciating the sentiment. “I know. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I just worry, you know?”

Johnny claps him on the shoulder. “We all worry. But you can be a good man Benny. Just be that for her and everything else will fall into place.”

Benny takes another drag of his cigarette, mulling  over Johnnys  words as he exhales. “Thanks, Johnny.” He says appreciatively.

Johnny grins, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground. “Anytime, kid. Now, let’s get back inside before they send out a search party.”

Benny grins and with a final nod, they head back inside, ready to rejoin the chaos of the night.

‘Til Death 

The day of the wedding unfolds under a perfect sky, the sun shining brightly as a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the towering trees surrounding the serene lake. The setting is idyllic, the grand expanse of water providing a stunning backdrop to the ceremony, its calm surface reflecting the lush greenery and the clear blue sky.

A beautifully decorated flowered awning stands at the center of the ceremony space, its arch adorned with cascading white blooms. The delicate flowers exude a subtle fragrance that mingles with the fresh scent of the lake, enhancing the romantic atmosphere.

The guests are seated in rows of white chairs, all facing the flowered awning. The excitement in the air is undeniable , everyone chatting quietly as they await the start of the ceremony. The guests are a diverse mix of your friends and their families, with dates, and the Vandals with their families and partners. All of the vandals are dressed in their club colors, adding a unique dedicated touch to the gathering.

An elegant runner, lined with petals, stretches from the entrance of the ceremony space to the pastor standing beneath the archway.

Benny stands at the forefront of his groomsmen on the left of the archway, all donned in their Vandals colors. His heart is pounding in his chest with excitement and anticipation as he prepares to marry the love of his life. His mind only focused on seeing you again as he looks out into the crowd of gathered guests, feeling the significance of the ceremony.

A guitarist begins to play a soft melody, the gentle notes floating through the air and the music sets the perfect tone for the ceremony, its soothing rhythm adding to the peaceful ambiance.

As the music continues, the excitement builds. All eyes turn expectantly toward the start of the aisle, awaiting the bride’s entrance.

In the curtained bridal tent, the air is filled with excitement and nervous energy.

You glance at your self in the mirror as Betty stands beside you, giving you a last minute look over. She gently adjusts your veil, ensuring it drapes perfectly over your shoulders, and steps back as she and Gale admire her handiwork.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Betty  says with a warm smile, her eyes shining with pride. 

“Benny’s a lucky man, and he knows it.” Gail adds 

Their words fill you with warmth and reassurance, helping to calm your nerves. You take a deep breath looking to Betty. “Thank you for everything,” you say sincerely, grateful for her arrangements and planning.

Betty smiles warmly and hands you your bouquet, a beautiful arrangement of flowers that perfectly complements your dress. “Go get him sweetie,” she says with an encouraging wink.

She and Gail hold open the curtains of the tent, and you step out from the secluded area surrounded by towering oak leaf hydrangeas.

Your heart swells with emotion as you reach the clearing, pausing for a moment to take in the breathtaking scene at the lake before you. 

Your eyes are immediately drawn to Benny standing at the archway, looking as handsome as ever in his Vandal colors.

Your heart races with a blend of excitement and love as you see Benny waiting for you in front of all the wedding guests.

The moment he smiles at you, a surge of confidence and happiness fills your heart, and you begin your walk down the aisle, the significance of the day washing over you with every step. As you approach, Benny’s nervousness melts away, replaced by a radiant smile that spreads across his lips, his love for you evident in every glance.

Johnny nudges him gently, whispering with a grin, “Damn, Benny, she’s gorgeous.”

Benny, unable to take his eyes off you, nods. “I know, Johnny. I can’t believe she’s mine.”

Johnny chuckles softly, leaning in closer. “You’d better take good care of her, or the whole club’ll be on your ass,” he teases.

Benny grins, his gaze never leaving you as you approach. “I will, Johnny. She’s my everything.”

You look ethereal, a vision in white as your eyes lock onto Benny’s. The members of the club, their faces usually hardened by years of rough living, soften as they watch you. Johnny Cal,and Brusy stand proudly as his groomsmen, their leather cuts a stark contrast to the delicate flowers decorating the awning. 

As you walk down the aisle, the old ladies of the club’s eyes glisten with a mix of pride and nostalgia. They have seen Benny through his darkest times, and now they are witnessing a moment of pure joy, seeing him truly in love. You nod to Sara, Emily, and Donna as you reach your place in front of the archway, their faces barely able to contain their emotions.

Standing before Benny, you marvel at how handsome he looks, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. As his lips curve into a tender smile, you see the depth of his emotions, reflecting the profound commitment you’re both about to make,and your heart swells with love and anticipation for soon being his wife.

The pastor stands between you, his presence a comforting anchor in the profound moment of your commitment. His voice is calm and reassuring as he begins the ceremony, guiding you through each step with a gentle authority.

Benny takes your hands in his, squeezing them lightly, sending a rush of warmth and joy through you. As he speaks, his voice is steady and filled with affection, making the moment feel incredibly intimate and profound.

“I promise to stand by you through every adventure and challenge,” he says, his eyes locked on yours, filled with gratitude and sincerity.

“I vow to love and cherish you every day of our lives, to protect and support you, and to be your partner in all things.” His voice continues, filled with emotion and passion. “You are my heart, my true love, and I will cherish every moment we share. I promise to be faithfully yours now and forever.”

As Benny finishes, his eyes glisten with excitement barely contained. He takes a deep breath, smiling widely, his whole being radiating warmth and love. He squeezes your hands gently, drawing you closer.

His emotional vows touch you deeply, and you can feel tears well up in your eyes and train your focus on the feel of his hands in yours swallowing hard to compose yourself.

You take a deep breath, feeling a rush of emotions as you prepare to say your vows in return.

“I promise to love you with all my heart,” you begin, your voice gentle yet firm. “To be by your side in everything, sharing our joys and facing any challenges together. I vow to fill our lives with devotion and love.”

You take a moment to gather your emotions, your voice shaking slightly as you continue,

“I promise to support your dreams and encourage you every step of the way, to create a home filled with warmth and understanding.” You pause, your heart full as you look at him. Taking another deep breath, steadying yourself as you finish “I will be your confidant and your partner. And I promise to be faithfully yours now and always.”

Benny’s eyes, usually confident and steady, are visibly touched by your heartfelt vows. As he gazes at you, his eyes soften, reflecting the deep blend of love and admiration he holds for you.

He gently squeezes your hands, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles, offering a silent affirmation of his love and gratitude.

Your guests, bearing witness, exchange knowing smiles filled with admiration and approval. A few shed tears, touched by the sincerity and love in your shared words.

With the vows exchanged, the pastor nods and gestures toward the small velvet box held by the best man, Johnny, who opens it to reveal the ring. Benny takes your ring, a delicate handmade band he created that matches his own.

“Benny,” the pastor prompts gently, “please place the ring on her finger and repeat after me.”

Benny slides the ring onto your finger, his touch warm and sure. “With this ring, I thee wed,” he says, his voice filled with emotion. “I give you this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness.”

You feel the cool metal settle against your skin, a tangible reminder of the bond you now share. Then it’s your turn. Sarah, as maid of honor, opens the velvet box she’s holding, revealing a simple band that matches yours. You take Benny’s ring, feeling its reassuring weight in your palm.

“Please place the ring on his finger and repeat after me,” the pastor instructs.

You slide the ring onto Benny’s finger, your hand steady despite the excitement fluttering in your chest. “With this ring, I thee wed,” you repeat, your voice filled with sincerity and love. “I give you this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness.”

With the rings in place, you both take a moment to admire the symbols of your commitment, feeling the significance of the exchange settle in your hearts. The pastor smiles warmly, sealing the moment with a nod of approval.

“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife,” the pastor asks Benny, “to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

Benny looks into your eyes, his voice steady and filled with emotion as he responds, “I do.”

The pastor then turns to you. “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

You meet Benny’s gaze, your heart full of love and certainty. “I do,” you reply, your voice clear and strong.

With the vows exchanged, the pastor smiles warmly and says, “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Benny’s eyes are filled with joy and excitement as he steps closer, lifting your veil with a mix of tenderness and urgency.

His hands cradle your jaw as he leans in and kisses you, his lips moving against yours in perfect harmony, reflecting the love and commitment you’ve just vowed to each other. The kiss is full of passion and promise, and the crowd erupts into cheers and applause around you.

As you and Benny gently part from the kiss, everyone stands, celebrating the beautiful moment with enthusiastic applause.

Benny looks at you with a beautiful smile, feeling elated and deeply in love. He takes your hand, squeezing it gently as you both turn to face your cheering friends.

You see Sandy capturing the moment with a quick flash of the camera, and Johnny gives Benny a playful clap on the back. “Welcome to married life, kid,” he says, grinning.

Sarah rushes over to you, caught up in the excitement. “I’m so happy for you two!” she exclaims, looking at you and Benny, her eyes glistening with tears of joy.

The pastor then steps forward to complete the ceremony and announces.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Cross.”

Benny holds your hand firmly as you exchange elated smiles walking down the aisle together for the first time as husband and wife. The crowd erupts into cheers, the air charged with excitement and joy as your friends surround you, celebrating your new life together.

After the ceremony, the festivities move to the outdoor dance floor set up under twinkling string lights. The live band strikes up a tune that fills the air with rhythm. Guests mingle around the tables their laughter and chatter adding to the joyful atmosphere.

The first dance is a magical moment. As the sun sets behind the lake Benny leads you onto the dance floor as the band plays a slow, romantic song.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you sway together, lost in each other’s eyes. The world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you in bliss. Your friends surround the dance floor, watching with smiles and snapping photos to capture the beautiful moment.

After the dance, Johnny takes to the stage delivering a speech. His words are filled with humor and heartfelt sincerity, making everyone laugh and tear up as he finishes. “Benny, you’ve found yourself a real gem,” he says, raising his glass. “May your life together be full of love, laughter, and endless adventures.”

Every one raises and clinks their glasses in cheers. Johnny takes a drink before he continues with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“And Benny,” he adds, pausing to let the crowd settle down. “Now that you’ve got yourself a wife, you need to remember just one thing—”

The bikers, anticipating his line, all join in with a loud chorus: “Always ride her harder than your Harley!”

The entire crowd erupts into laughter and cheers as the bikers pound their fists on the tables in unison. Benny lifts his glass of whiskey high, grinning from ear to ear. “To my beautiful wife!” he calls out and the crowd echoes with cheers as you look to each other unable to contain the immense happiness you feel for one another.

Sarah follows with her emotional speech, sharing stories of your childhood friendship and expressing how happy she is and how proud your parents would be to see you so in love. By the end, she’s tearing up, wiping her eyes as she finishes with a toast, “You two amazing people are even better together and I’m so glad you found each other,” she says her voice shaking with emotion as she smiles.

You nod to her, overwhelmed with gratitude, and Benny gently places his arm around you, seeing you become emotional. As you begin to tremble, he hands you a handkerchief, comfortingly caressing your arm.

Your tears well up as you wipe your eyes, feeling the warmth of the moment. “I love you, Sarah!” you yell out, your voice filled with affection and appreciation.”

She smiles warmly, making her way to your table to give you a quick hug. “I love you too,” she whispers “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make is cry “ she says smiling through happy tears as she helps you pat dry the makeup under your eyes with a gentle touch.

When the food is served, the guests enjoy the meal, mingling and sharing stories as they eat. The mix of bikers and locals creates a vibrant and unique atmosphere, with laughter and conversation flowing freely.

Later, as it’s time to cut the cake, you and Benny approach the tiered confection, adorned with flowers that match your bouquet. With laughter and playful banter, you cut the first slice together, feeding each other big bites earning cheers and applause from the crowd. The guests look on, delighted by the sweet and lighthearted moment, capturing the joy and love shared between you and Benny.

As the night goes on, the bouquet toss becomes a highlight. You gather the single women onto the dance floor and turn your back to them, tossing the bouquet over your shoulder. Donna is the one who catches it and laughs, holding it up triumphantly as everyone bursts into applause.

The festivities continue, with guests dancing and enjoying themselves until they’re thoroughly tipsy, most of the Vandals already drunk, as the band plays energetic songs and the dance floor fills with people letting loose and celebrating.

With the evening drawing to a close, the Vandals prepare for a biker send-off. They line up near the dance floor, engines rumbling, as Benny climbs onto his bike, kick-starting it with a roar.

He offers his hand to you, and you carefully gather your wedding dress climbing onto the back. You can’t help but admire how valiant Benny looks, sitting tall and confident on his bike. His strength and presence fill you with satisfaction, and as you wrap your arms around him tightly , feeling utterly devoted and completely in love with him.

A “Just Married” sign is attached to the back of his bike, and a corsage of roses decorates the wheel mount, adding a romantic touch to his rugged Harley. Emily stands ready with her camera, capturing the moment as you wave goodbye to your guests and everyone cheers.

You ride down the line of roaring engines, your veil blowing in the wind, the cool night air filled with excitement and promise as you and Benny ride off into the night, ready to begin your new adventurous life together.

Honey Moon Phase 

As you ride home from your wedding on the back of Benny’s bike, the engine roars beneath you, the feeling vibrating through your body. You hold onto him tightly, your arms wrapped around his waist, feeling the thrill of the ride and the wind rushing past.

The excitement of being married to Benny is overwhelming, and you let out a scream of pure joy, unable to contain your exhilaration any longer.

Benny laughs hearing your excitement, “I love you baby” he yells over the wind and you lean against him closer “I love you too Benny” you say loudly as you cling onto him tighter.

He speeds up weaving through traffic with the precision of a seasoned rider. Some cars honk as they spot the “Just Married” sign on the back of the bike, their drivers waving and cheering as you pass by.

As you reach the streets near your home, it’s well into the night. Benny slows the bike, the roar of the engine fading to a gentle purr as he parks in front of your home. He helps you off the bike, and instead of letting you stand, he lifts you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms.

“Mrs. Cross, we’re home now,” he says with a handsome grin, and you giggle in his embrace, feeling a thrill as he carries you in his strong arms. “I’m your wife now, Benny,” you smile, and as he smiles in return, you see the warmth in his eyes deepen.

He carries you to the front door, shifting you slightly in his arms as he pulls out his key and unlocks it. With a smooth motion, he carries you over the threshold and sets you down gently inside with hands around your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tender kiss before softly pulling away. “I can’t believe we’re finally married, Benny. It feels incredible,” you say, gazing into the depths of his blue eyes.

He affectionately touches your veil then smiles gently as he caresses your cheek. “It is incredible,” he says, his eyes filled with warmth. “And I’m so glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you,” he adds, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You gaze up at him, your eyes filled with admiration, before lowering your gaze to his lips, your mind racing with anticipation.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, searching your eyes with a playful curiosity.

“I have a surprise for you, Benny,” you reply, looking up at him through your lashes with a seductive smile.

“Show me,” he whispers, his voice filled with desire, his eyes locked onto yours with anticipation.

You take his hand and lead him upstairs, feeling the excitement building between you two. He gathers your dress as you walk, careful not to let it drag. Once in the bedroom, you click on the lights and turn your back to him so he can unbutton your gown, holding the front to keep it from falling once he does.

After he finishes, you turn to him with a playful smile. “Take off your clothing and wait for me on the bed, Benny,” you gently command, your eyes filled with desire as you point to the bed.

Benny grins, catching the hint of naughtiness in your expression, and readily complies, starting by eagerly taking off his boots.

You walk to the closet as he undresses, pulling the Lily of France box from its place on the shelf. With the box in hand, you head to the bathroom, eager to slip into the lingerie within.

Just as you reach the door, you let your wedding dress glide down to the floor, revealing your body adorned in nothing but a pair of delicate lace panties.

Glancing back, you see Benny already watching you intently, his eyes filled with desire as he takes you in. He slips off his jacket, sliding it over his broad shoulders, then lifts the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head to reveal his toned chest and abs. He tosses it aside, his gaze never leaving you, his expression hungry and filled with longing, making it clear how much he wants you.

You smile at him seductively, enjoying the effect you have on him, then slip inside the bathroom, locking the door behind you to ensure he won’t ruin his surprise.

You take a moment to collect yourself, the anticipation heightening the thrill of the what you have in store for him.

As you open the box, you feel a rush of excitement upon seeing the beautiful lingerie set inside again. You run your fingers over the delicate lace and silk, imagining the look on Benny’s face when you reveal yourself wearing it. The thought makes your heart race with anticipation.

After quickly rinsing off and slipping into the lingerie, you take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, feeling both confident and excited. The set fits perfectly, accentuating your curves and adding a touch of elegance and allure.

With a deep breath, you unlock the bathroom door and step out, ready to surprise Benny. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you, appreciation and desire clearly written on his face.

“Wow,” he breathes, sitting up on the bed, his eyes traveling over you appreciatively. “You look incredible,” he says, his voice filled with genuine awe.

You smile, feeling both nervous and empowered by his reaction. “I wanted our first night as husband and wife to be special.” You admit biting your lip and sliding your hands down your curves.

Benny reaches out to you, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. “It already is. Come here.” He says eagerly

You step toward him, your eyes drawn to the sheet draped loosely around his waist, barely concealing the size of his large cock. The sight sends a thrill through you, and as soon as you’re within reach, he gently takes hold of you, his hands warm against your skin as he lays you down on the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he compliments, his voice filled with admirations as his hands caress down your body, feeling the delicate lace under his fingertips.

His full lips press onto yours, kissing you softly at first, then deepening the connection you’ve both been longing for. The anticipation of the night melts away, leaving only the shared intimacy that draws you closer together.

His lips trail down to your collarbone, then up the side of your neck. He cups your breast, his hand resting on the delicate silk as he pauses, his breath warm against your ear. “I want you to wear this while I’m inside of you,” he whispers, his voice low and thick and you nod in feeling the intensity of the moment.

Benny takes his time, tracing over every curve as his fingertips glide over the lace. He kisses along your neck and shoulders, his lips trailing down to the swell of your breasts, teasing and tasting as he goes, drawing soft moans from your lips.

His eyes wander over your body, appreciating every curve in the delicate silk. Then gently rests his hand on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath his fingertips, his blue eyes softening as he looks into your eyes.

“I knew from our first night together that I wanted you forever,” he reveals, his touch becoming more intimate as his hand caresses your skin. “Now that you’re mine, I’m going to fulfill you in every way possible,” he promises, his words resonating deeply in your heart.

A soft smile spreads across your lips gazing back at him. “I want you forever too Benny” you reply staring into the depths of his blue eyes.

Your response makes him smile as his eyes darken with desire. “I’m going to make good on my word ,” he vows.

You breathe a soft sigh as his fingers lower the lace of your bra, exposing your soft nipples to the cool air. He takes one into his mouth, lightly sucking as his tongue gently circles the sensitive skin.

His hand kneads the soft flesh of your other breast in his large palm, squeezing gently and drawing a gasp from your lips.

His warm tongue continues to trace circles and flick your nipple until it is wet and sensitive then he releases it with a soft pull.

You moan as he cups and squeezes your breast making your nipple more pronounced.

He quickly gives equal attention to the other, breast, every swirl of his tongue and pull off his warm mouth sending pleasure directly to your core.

He releases both of your nipples, each glistening with wetness, and squeezes your breasts firmly in his hands making you moan before continuing to kiss down your body, leaving a trail of warmth and anticipation in his wake.

His hands trace the curve of your sides as his lips brush lightly against your ribs, his touch slow and deliberate, teasing you as his hands glide down your sides, trailing his fingertips along your soft skin.

Reaching your hips, his hands spread wide, his thumbs gently stroking the delicate curve of your waist as his lips press tender kisses down your navel.

He moves lower down to your panty line and your breath catches in anticipation as he pauses, savoring the moment.

His tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive skin just above your panties, drawing a soft moan from your lips as your body responds to the exquisite torment, craving more.

His fingers skim along your inner thighs, knowing exactly where your skin is most sensitive and a gasp escapes your lips.

He brushes his thumb lightly across the front of your panties and you clench in response, the anticipation making you moan.

He leans in closer, his warm breath caressing your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

“You’re so special to me,” he whispers breathlessly, his voice thick with emotion as he presses soft, lingering kisses to your inner thighs, savoring every inch of your delicate skin.

“I want to worship every part of you,” he praises, his voice becoming more hushed as he kisses higher, closer to your core.

His tongue traces a line of heat up to your panties, his breath warm and heavy against your skin and the sensation leaves you breathless.

Your sighs of pleasure are like music to his ears as he gently sucks the tender flesh of your inner thigh into his mouth.

The gentle suction of his mouth, paired with the softness of his lips, contrasts sharply with the rough scrape of his stubble.

His teeth graze your sensitive skin, just enough to make your inner muscles clench in anticipation as a soft moan escapes your lips.

“Benny, please,” you whisper, your voice breathy and filled with need, the warmth of his breath and the lingering sensations from his teeth driving you wild with desire.

He hums in satisfaction, savoring your reaction and softly releases his bite. “I’m always going to satisfy you, baby,” he promises, sliding his hand between your legs.

His fingers press against the silk of your panties, feeling the wetness seeping through.

You gasp as he finds your clit, deliberately flicking it through the soft fabric. His touch sends waves of pleasure rippling through your core as you moan, your voice trembling with need.

“Benny… please, more,” you beg, your voice barely a whisper and he responds instantly, quickening his pace, flicking his fingertips faster on your clit. The increasing pressure sends surges of pleasure jolting through your core.

Your moans grow endless with the sound of your wetness squishing as he teases you.your panties soaking through until they are drenched.

“Is this what you want baby? He asks but he has built the tension so high that you’re sent spiraling into a state of overstimulation.

Your hips roll as if he is inside of you, and your inner walls rhythmically clench around nothing, desperately needing to be filled.

“Benny, please, I need you inside me,” you beg loudly your voice almost breaking. Your hips lift from the bed, your body aching with an overwhelming force, desperate for his penetration.

With a confident smile, Benny pauses and repositions himself above you, his intense desire reflected in his gaze. “I’ve got you,” he assures you and captures your lips in a searing kiss fulfilling his promise and slipping your panties aside pushing his fingers deeply within you as you moan into his mouth.

He curls his fingers expertly, finding the perfect spot within, and your moans of pleasure are swallowed by his kiss as waves of ecstasy radiate through your body. The precise movement of his fingers leaving you trembling.

Feeling how soaked you are, he grins and leans down to whisper in your ear, “You want more, don’t you, baby?” His voice is teasing yet full of promise.

You nod, your breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps and he feels your need as every inch of his fingers thrusts in and out of you. He intensifies the sensation, adding his thumb to circle your clit and the relentless teasing drives you wild, keeping you hovering on the brink of release.

“… Benny please,” you cry out, your voice filled with desperation and pleasure, his name spilling from your lips as you struggle to hold on under the merciless assault of his touch.

Then, just as you begin to gasp and moan, pushing your hips in time with his hand, he withdraws his fingers with an agonizing slowness.

“Benny, you can’t!,” you cry, your voice breathy and filled with need as the sensation of him slipping his fingers out leaves you aching and quivering with desire.

“I know, baby,” he soothes, positioning his hard throbbing cock to your entrance. “I’ll always give you what you need,” he promises.

He places his hand firmly on your hip, guiding his tip into your entrance and then with a deliberate heavy thrust, he begins gliding the rest of his large shaft inside.

The warmth and hardness of his cock eagerly push into your sensitive walls, drawing moans of pleasure from your lips. His eyes are locked onto yours, revealing just how much he’s savoring the moment as he fills you slowly, claiming you with his size.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, his fingers digging into your hip as he pushes a little deeper. “You’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice thick with desire.

“Y-yes, Benny” you moan, your voice trembling with need as you feel every inch of him stretching and filling your walls tight around his cock.

“Good girl,” he groans and pushes deeper, pressing his hips firmly between your legs as his cock fills you entirely. “Feel every inch of me,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire

He begins to thrust slow and steady each movement hard and powerful, driving his cock deeply inside of you as his muscles tense.

Your eyes lock onto each other, the connection deepening with each precise thrust of his hips. The sensation of him filling you completely leaves you breathless, your body straining to accommodate his size.

“Tell me… how good I make you feel,” he whispers against your lips, his breath warm and tantalizing on your skin.

“Benny…you feel incredible!” you moan, the depth of your pleasure unmistakable.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his hand slipping between your bodies. His thumb expertly finding your clit, circling it in a perfect rhythm with each thrust.

The dual sensations cause your body to arch against his as he moves within you, his relentless pace on your clit sending you spiraling toward the brink of ecstasy.

His gaze softens with admiration as he locks eyes with you, drinking in the sight of you moaning in pleasure.

“There’s nothing better than this,” he breathes, his voice thick with raw passion, “nothing better than feeling you like this, knowing you’re mine.” He whispers

You respond with a breathless moan, your body trembling with the intensity as your fingers tangle in his hair.

Every powerful thrust pushes you both closer to the edge, the overwhelming pleasure amplifying with every deep stroke of his cock.

“You gonna come, baby?” he rasps, his voice thick with urgency as he thrusts harder.

“Yes, Benny,” you cry out, your voice filled with desperation and need.

Benny thrusts falter and he almost loses control his breath hitching as he feels himself about to come.

A low groan escapes him, the intensity almost too much to bear and he suddenly withdraws his cock out of you completely.

“Benny!!” you cry out in disbelief , the loss leaving you breathless, your core aching for him desperately.

He lowers himself between your legs, his breath hot against your inner thighs. “Let me taste you, as you come in my mouth. Then I’ll be back inside you, giving you everything you need.” He promises

He rolls his thumb around your clit, stroking it with expert precision, making you arch from the bed and latches his mouth onto your folds, flicking and circling his tongue with an intensity that sends you spiraling over the edge.

“Benny, oh god!” you moan, your hips pushing against his mouth as he plunges his tongue deep inside you. He explores with a firm, rhythmic motion, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your core. Your vision blurs from the intensity as you let go completely, crying out his name in pure ecstasy.

Benny holds you steady as you come, your warm release squirting directly in his mouth as he eagerly laps up every drop continuing to savors your taste with his tongue. His hands squeeze your hips holding you steady as you ride out the aftershocks of pleasure.

When you begin to catch your breath, Benny climbs back up your satisfied body, his lips brushing softly against yours. “I’m going to make you feel that pleasure all over again,” he promises, his voice rough with arousal.

A soft cry escapes your lips as he grips your hips and firmly pushes into you with one powerful stroke. The penetration of his large cock glides into your eager walls, and you gasp in pleasure as he begins to thrust deep and deliberate, each motion driving you closer to the edge once more.

The sound of his hips rhythmically clapping against you begin filling the room, echoing loudly with each powerful thrust. The bed creaks beneath you as his forceful movements push you both to the edge of control. His grip on your hips tightens, guiding you to meet each thrust of his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“Take it all, baby,” he urges, his pace unrelenting, his hands hold your hips steady as he drives into you again and again.

His grunts mingle with your cries of pleasure and you feel yourself spiraling toward another climax, the intensity building until you can’t hold back any longer.

“Benny!” you scream in ecstasy, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your muscles clench his cock as you reach your peak, the sensation overwhelming. “Yes, Benny, yes!” you cry out, your voice trembling and filled with sheer pleasure as you orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, his voice rough with satisfaction. He shudders against you, reaching his own peak as your bodies collide in the throes of passion.

“You’re gonna make me come so hard,” he rasps, his eyes filled with desperation and desire as he looks at you.

With a deep, guttural groan, his cock throbs inside you, his entire body tensing with each pulse of his release. His grip on your hips tightens as the warmth of his cum fills you, each surge sending waves of heat through your body.

You both moan together as he continues to thrust slowly, prolonging every last moment riding out the waves of pleasure, unwilling to let it end.

As he slows his movements even more, he gazes into your eyes feeling the deep connection between you both, cherishing every second.

With his body completely weakened from the powerful orgasm, he carefully lays down on top of you his body heavy with exhaustion.

His breaths of exertion brush against your face as he leans in, capturing your lips in an erotic kiss, savoring every ounce of passion you just shared.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders, holding him steady as you both come down from your incredible high.

Benny rests his forehead against yours, and his eyes close, as you simply breathe together. The intimacy of the moment is profound and he pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes soft and filled with emotion.

“I love you,” he says gazing into your eyes, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “And I’m going to make sure you know that every day for the rest of our lives,” he promises, the intensity of his words making your heart swell.

“I love you too, Benny,” you reply, your voice full of sincerity as your fingertips gently trace his jawline.

Your touch lingers as he caresses your cheek with his thumb, and he leans his head against your hand letting you cradle his face in your palm. A warm smile spreads across your lips, feeling the deepening connection between you both.

He moves in gently and kisses you slowly, sliding his large cock from your warmth. As he pulls out, a soft sigh escapes your lips, his absence leaving a subtle ache. His hands move skillfully down as he takes off your lingerie, tugging at the waistband of your panties, gently working with the straps and fasteners to slip all of the delicate fabric from your skin.

Once you are completely naked he gently lays back on top of you, his body a warm comforting weight. You stroke his hair, your fingers running through the soft strands as he lays his head on your chest and his heartbeat is a steady rhythm against yours, as you feel the warmth of his skin.

His hand rests on your hip, his thumb lightly drawing slow, soothing circles as he savors the closeness. “I could stay like this forever,” he murmurs againt your skin, as his eyes drift shut with a contented smile.

You gently pull your fingers though his hair as you warmly smile. “Me too, Benny,” you say, feeling the profound sense of peace and love in the moment

The exhaustion from the wedding and the exertion from your intimacy finally take hold. You both begin to drift into a deep and peaceful sleep, the world fading away, leaving only the warmth of Bennys against you wrapped in your loving embrace.

Honeymoon Phase

The weeks following your ceremony are pure wedded bliss. You and Benny spend every waking moment together, cooking, planning, riding, passionately love making whenever the mood strikes. The devotion between you two increasing every day, creating a world where it seems to be just the two of you.

As the weeks pass, Benny slowly begins to accept that this is his home too, and with your permission, he transforms your father’s garage into his true biker’s haven.

Benny fills the workspace with bike parts. He buys toolboxes and creates a lowered workbench so he can work conveniently alongside his motorcycle. He inherently becomes another mechanic just like Cal, often fixing bikes for members of the Vandals.

The garage becomes a testament to his love for motorcycles, each corner filled with tools and parts that reflect his passion and skill.

When you check on him from time to time, he is always surrounded by the scent of oil and metal, with the low hum of rock and roll softly playing on the radio in the background.

Whenever he sees you, his eyes light up, and that radiant, beautiful smile of his spreads across his face, always expressing his appreciation and gratitude for being able to work in his element. You can tell how much it means to him to have a space that’s truly his own, where he can hone his skills and pursue his passions. It fills your heart with happiness, knowing that you and Benny are creating a home where both of you can fully be yourselves.

One day, feeling sentimental, you finally ask Benny the question you’ve been holding back. You ask if he would like to come with you to pay respects to your parents. Benny readily agrees, throwing on his jacket and riding out with you to the hillside cemetery.

As you stand before the headstones, there’s a moment of quiet reflection, Benny feels a deep ache in his heart for you, imagining what it must be like to have parents who loved and cared so much only to be taken away.

He learns for the first time that your parents passed away in a car crash, the revelation leaves him reeling. As you step forward to place flowers on their graves, he quickly collects you in his arms as you step back, pulling you into his comforting embrace.

He wraps his arms around you with a fierce protectiveness, holding you so close that it’s as though he’s trying to shield you from the pain.

“Your parents ..were …real nice folks,” he says gently,and his hands grip you so tightly it makes you look over at him, seeing him struggle to find his words.

“Benny, it’s alright,” you say, gently patting his hand, noticing the stress etched on his face. You can see him caught between his instinct to protect you and his uncertainty about how to help.

“I’m alright, really Benny” you assure him, squeezing his hand and he breathes a sigh of relief, unsure of how to comfort you.

“My mother and father would’ve loved you, Benny,” you reveal with a warm smile. “Especially you being into repairing your own bike. My dad would’ve enjoyed your company greatly.” You assure him.

Benny, still at a loss for words, offers a light smile as he holds you close, his hand gently stroking your arm in a comforting gesture.

Together, you pay your respects in silence, a shared understanding forming between you two. After everything else in this world the teo of you will only have each other.

Domesticated

One afternoon, during a ride back into town with the Vandals, Benny feels a confidence to invite the crew to his home. The house quickly fills with laughter and the clinking of beer bottles as the group admires Benny’s surprisingly affluent living conditions.

When you arrive home from the grocers and see all the bikes parked haphazardly on the lawn, you blink in disbelief.

As you step inside, balancing the bags of groceries in your arms, the sight of so many unfamiliar faces becomes intimidating.

“Benny?“ you call out warily as the bikers step aside allowing you to reach the kitchen, but it is Johnny who sees you first. Noticing the bags in your hand snaps his fingers and whistles.

Without hesitation the guys the guys jump to action rushing over to help, taking the bags quickly from your arms. They bring all of the groceries inside, not letting you lift a finger, and you step back, smiling at the unexpected show of enthusiasm in your kitchen.

Benny soon joins you, beer in hands. He takes a swig watching as the bikers bustle about, putting away groceries and making themselves useful.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he says with a sly grin as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“We all just came from a long ride, and our house was on the way back. We’ve got plenty of beer, and I wanted the guys to see where I live.”he says candidly.

You look up at him, touched by his excitement. “Of course, I don’t mind, Benny. This is your home too,” you reply warmly, resting a hand on his chest.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close looking over with a sense of pride. Johnny walks over to the two of you as the kitchen activity begins to wind down.

“These guys, huh?” he says, jerking his thumb.” All of a sudden they got manners.” he jokes making you and Benny smile.

“I know you two lovebirds are building a nice little nest here, but it’d mean a lot if you both could make it to the rally next week,” Johnny requests, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine invitation.

Benny looks to you, awaiting your response with a hopeful look on his face.

“It’d mean a lot to Betty and the old ladies to see you again,” Johnny adds with a grin seeing your reservation.

You look to Benny and seeing the anticipation in his eyes you readily confirm. “We’ll be there,” placing a reassuring hand on Bennys arm. He smiles, taking a sip of his beer, clearly pleased with your decision.

“Good,” Johnny says, nodding in approval. “It wouldn’t be the same without you,” he says, directing his words more at Benny, with a knowing look.

As the afternoon continues, you start the laundry. The bikers’ rough presence is a stark contrast to your quaint house, and as you walk by the living room carrying the hamper, you notice eight bikers scattered throughout the room, their imposing figures making your home appear even more delicate by comparison..

They drunkenly banter and aggressively play fight, occasionally knocking into a bookshelf or a lamp, their laughter and booming voices filling the space add adding a rowdy energy to your home the unsettled you.

Knowing they must he hungry you head to the kitchen and decide to bake two batches of cornbread as a light snack for them. Once the batch is done, you carefully remove the pan from the oven and brush the golden top with melted butter. You cut the cornbread into generous squares, arranging them neatly on a large serving tray.

With the tray in hand, you walk to the dining room, seeing Benny and Johnny already sitting at the table as you approach. Wahoo picks out one of the teacups from the China cabinet with an exaggerated delicacy, holding it with his pinky finger outstretched as he smirks.

“Look at you, Benny! A real kept man now, huh? Living the high life with these fancy dishes,” Wahoo teases, eliciting a chorus of laughter from the others.

Corky leans in, sniffing dramatically at Benny’s shoulder. “Yep, I can smell it on him—the scent of domestication!” he declares with mock seriousness.

Benny rubs the back of his neck, a bashful grin spreading across his face. “Aw, come on, guys. It’s not like that,” he protests, though there is no denying the blush creeping up his cheeks.

Observing the banter, you enter the room with the tray of freshly baked cornbread, “Are you boys hungry?” you ask, placing the cornbread in front of them with a warm smile.

Cal’s eyes light up as he quick reaches for a piece. “Now, this is what I’m talking about!” he exclaims, taking a big bite. “Benny, you’ve got it too good, my friend,” he says as he chews.

Johnny looks up at you with a grin. “Don’t let these hooligans get to you, Benny. None of them even know what it’s like.”

Corky nods in agreement, his mouth full of cornbread. “Yeah, man, if this is what domestication tastes like, count me in!” he adds, drawing more laughter from the group.

Benny shoots you a grateful look, his embarrassment giving way to appreciation. “Thanks, baby,” he says, reaching out for you. As you take his hand, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close as he sits and his thumb gently caresses your hip. You feel a warm sense of belonging among his friends, who you realize are like Benny’s family. The teasing banter continues, but all in good fun, a testament to the strong bonds that define Benny’s world.

Thrill Ride

During week, Benny decides to take you out to one of his favorite spots in the countryside and make a day of it. You happily agree, getting swept up in his excitement, knowing how enthusiastic he is to share his biker lifestyle with you.

The ride starts off like any other, the sun shining brightly and a gentle breeze cooling your skin as you and Benny head out of town. The roads are familiar, and you relax into the rhythm of the bike beneath you, enjoying the scenery as it flashes by.

As you reach the outskirts of town, Benny turns his head slightly and shouts over his shoulder, “Hang on tight!”

Without hesitation, you squeeze him tightly, your arms wrapped around his waist. Suddenly, Benny accelerates, speeding through a red light, the thrill of the moment taking you by surprise. You hear the blaring of a horn as a car screeches to a halt.

“Benny!” you chastise him, your voice a mix of exasperation and concern as you glance back at the car continuing through the intersection.

He laughs, the sound full of mischief and excitement. “Did you like that?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with adventure.

You can’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through you. “I don’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified Benny!” you reply, your heart racing from his unexpected actions.

Benny grins, clearly enjoying the excitement . “I like things like that,” he admits, his voice filled with the thrill of pushing boundaries.

“They make me feel alive”

Benny has been waiting to drive the bike as fast as it will go with you, something that sends a thrill through him. He’s been eager to share this experience with you for quite some time, knowing how much you’ve grown to love the freedom of the open road.

Now that you’ve become accustomed to his bike and settled into your role as his riding partner, he feels that his favorite stretch of road is the perfect place to exhilarate you. The countryside opens up before you, a long path that promises excitement and adventure.

As the landscape rushes past, a blur of green fields and blue skies, you can’t help but feel a surge of adrenaline as he pushes the bike faster.

“Do you trust me, baby?” he shouts over the roar of the engine, turning his head slightly so you can hear him.

“Yes, Benny,” you say, the wind catching your voice and carrying it away. His question seems odd, but there’s an underlying seriousness that makes your heart skip a beat.

“With your life?” he asks, and you feel a flutter in your stomach, a momentary pause as the reality of his question sinks in. Still, you nod, your voice firm. “Yes, Benny.”

He reaches back, pulling your hands tighter around his chest. “We’re maxing the bike,” he announces, and you can feel the excitement in his voice. Your heart races with a mix of thrill and light panic as you cling to him.

“Don’t let go of me,” he commands, making sure your hands are securely in place. “You have to promise me,” he says, squeezing your hand reassuringly before returning his to the handlebars.

“I won’t let go, Benny, I promise,” you say, trying to quell the anxiety rising in you.

As Benny accelerates, the bike roars to life, the engine’s growl deepening as you pick up speed. The world around you blurs, the scenery transforming into streaks of color as you surge forward. The wind lashes against your face, tearing at your clothes and hair with an intensity that steals your breath away.

You rest your cheek against his shoulder, but the sensation of speed is still overwhelming. The bike vibrates beneath you with a powerful force. The sound of the engine is deafening, a constant roar that drowns out all other noise, leaving only the rush of adrenaline and the pounding of your heart in your ears.

As you reach an incredible speed, everything changes. The world becomes a tunnel, a narrow corridor of motion and sound. Your grip on Benny tightens, your fingers digging into his sides as you fight against the fear rising within you. The wind is relentless, an invisible wall that presses against your body, threatening to unseat you with every gust.

Your hands grow cold despite the heat of the sun, the chill of fear seeping into your bones. Tears well in your eyes, not from emotion but from the sheer force of the wind, blurring your vision and making it difficult to see.

“Benny!” you call out, frightened, but your voice is inaudible over the roar of the engine. Benny howls with exhilaration, and you can feel his body tense with excitement, a stark contrast to your own tension and fear.

The bike sways slightly, each movement now amplified by your speed, and you cling to him with more desperation, squeezing your eyes shut tight, your entire body rigid with the effort of staying on as your heart pounds in your chest like a drum.

In that moment, caught between fear and trust, you realize the risk and the danger—the sheer recklessness of it all, and it is terrifying. As the speed levels out, the world slowly begins to reassemble itself. The blur sharpens back into fields and sky, and you find yourself breathless but alive, heart pounding with a mix of terror and exhilaration.

The roar of the engine diminishes, replaced by the softer hum of the bike as Benny eases off the throttle. Your breath is ragged, each inhale a struggle as you try to calm your racing heart and steady your trembling hands.

“Oh my God, Benny, I couldn’t breathe,” you gasp, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Your voice is shaky, a mix of exhilaration and fear as you hold onto him, your body still pressed tightly against his.

Benny chuckles, a sound full of thrill and satisfaction. “I love that feeling,” he says, his voice filled with an undeniable passion for the experience.

“How often do you do that?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. Beneath your curiosity is concern, realizing this wild ride is more than just a one time thrill for him.

“Whenever I can,” he replies casually, the words sending a chill down your spine. His nonchalance worrying, a testament to his love for living life on the edge.

You swallow hard, processing his answer. “Benny, that’s dangerous,” you say, the concern in your voice unmistakable. “The thrill of the ride is exciting , but the risk is something  that you can’t ignore.” You say with concern.

He turns his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours. “I know, baby, but it’s what makes me feel alive,” he admits, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. The truth of his words hangs in the air, a reminder of the thrill seeking nature that drew you to him in the first place.

Your heart aches with a mix of love and worry, understanding that this part of him is something you have to accept. It’s a side of Benny that both excites and frightens you, a reflection of the wild, untamed spirit you fell in love with.

As Benny slows the bike to a stop under the shade of a large oak tree, the world seems to exhale with you. The fields around you are a sea of yellow, stretching far and wide, their beauty softened by the afternoon light. Benny dismounts with ease, his movements fluid and confident, while you feel almost frozen in place, still processing the adrenaline and fear from the ride.

Benny grins turning to help you off the bike, his hands gentle and reassuring. You feel weaker than expected, your legs shaky as you dismount. Instead of jumping into action as you usually would, you sink down beneath the tree, resting your back against its sturdy trunk, lost in contemplation.

Benny busies himself with setting up, rolling out a blanket on the grass and arranging a small picnic. He nudges you with a bottle of beer, his expression a mix of concern and playful energy. “Hey, you did great,” he says, trying to lighten the mood.

You take the bottle, grateful for the chance to ground yourself. “That was intense, Benny,” you reply, your voice still catching in your throat.

He sits beside you, stretching out his legs. “One of the best feeling in the world.” He says smiling to himself. You glance at him, your heart torn in frustration.

“Benny It’s too dangerous, I don’t want to lose you to something like that.”

His eyes meet yours, and there’s a flicker of surprise. “I know it’s risky, but that’s part of the thrill, baby,” he tries to explain again.

You sigh, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down. “Benny, I love you so much. I’ve already lost people I care about, and I can’t go through anything like that again,” you reveal your voice cracks slightly, and he fully understands the unspoken truth behind your words. The loss of your parents still echoes in your heart.

Benny’s expression softens, guilt and understanding washing over him. “Come here baby.” he murmurs and holds your waist pulling you into his lap. He wraps his strong arms around you pulling you close, burying his face into your neck. “Im so sorry” he whispers.

The warmth of his touch, the strength of his embrace, calms you and you rest your head onto his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent of leather and wind.

“I’ll never leave you,” he whispers, his voice firm and sincere. “I promise. I’ll be more careful next time, okay baby?”

His words, and the reassurance in his tone, calm the storm within and you close your eyes, letting the sound of his heartbeat steady your own. The fear and adrenaline gradually fade, replaced by a profound sense of love and connection as his hands gently stroke your back.

You tilt your head up after a moment of quiet reflection and meet his gaze. “Thank you, Benny,” you say softly and press a kiss to his plush lips.

It’s a kiss full of love and forgiveness, and before you can pull away he deepens it, his hand cradling your jaw holding you in place as his lips move over yours with a tenderness that melts all the remnants of your fear away.

He gently breaks the kiss as he holds your gaze. “I’ll make you forget all about it,” he says, his voice a soothing promise.

His hands wander down your body, gentle and familiar, slipping between your legs with a teasing touch. The intensity of the ride fades into the background as a new thrill takes its place. “Some part of you likes it,” he says with a smirk, his fingers circling your wetness, and you respond by leaning close and biting his lower lip, giving him a playful look that feigns disapproval.

“Maybe just a little bit,” you tease, and he slips your panties aside pushing his fingers deeply within of you. The sudden sensation makes you moan as a jolt of pleasure courses your body and you realize just how aroused you are, the tension melting away as you cup his jaw kissing him deeply, letting your desire take over.

He continues to thrust his fingers within, feeling your walls tighten against them as your breaths become short uneven gasps against his lips.

He savors every moment watching you moan and kiss his lips as he fulfills you with desire

His cock grows harder in his tightening jeans the sensation causing him to palm himself to relieve the tensions.

“You need me baby?” he asks, his voice low and full of desire.

“Yes Benny always ” you breathe, your words a strong admission.

“I need you, too” he says suddenly slowing his fingers inside you.

His gaze is intense as he sits back, ready to give you everything you desire.

“Take me out,” he commands, and as you undo his jeans, he leans forward, kissing you and deeply thrusting his fingers within you at a steady pace.

The sensation makes you moan in his mouths feeling the jolts of pleasure course through your body.

As you finally free his erect cock from its confines, he guides your hand to his hard shaft, letting you feel the warmth and smoothness of his skin. His hand covers yours, urging you to grasp him firmly, and together you begin to stroke his large cock. The sensation of his shaft pulsing and gliding through your palm

Intensifies with every stroke as lose yourselves to the overwhelming desire of pleasuring each other. Your breaths come in quick gasps as you attempt to kiss each other trying to maintain the rhythm drawing both of you closer to the edge. His fingers push against the delicate ridge inside making your hips buck and you stroke him harder, feeling his cock twitch in your hand.

You begin moaning into each others mouths on the verge of release and he pulls back, locking eyes with you, his gaze intense and filled with desire.

“I want you to ride me, baby,” he says, his voice breathless and filled with need. You nod and he slowly, slips his fingers from you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

He grips your hips, guiding you onto your knees as you straddle his lap.

“Ride me hard,” he commands, his voice low and full of intent. His eyes lock onto yours, seeking confirmation as he slips your panties aside.

“I will benny,” you promise your skin flushing with heat as the overwhelming need to feel him inside you takes over.

Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging in slightly as you slowly lower yourself onto him. Your wetness allows him to fill you inch by inch until the stretch makes you gasp, your heart racing.

“I’ve got you baby “ Benny’s says taking over. He places his hands firmly around your waist, guiding you down onto his cock and stretching your walls to their limit until he’s fully seated inside you.

A deep moan of pleasure escapes your lips as you settle into his lap, feeling every inch of him. “Benny… you feel so good,” you praise, your voice trembling with desire as the size of his cock makes your walls pulse with anticipation.

Benny groans beneath you, the sound deep and primal, echoing the intensity of your connection. His eyes roam over your body as his hands quickly move to unbutton your sundress.

“I want this off,” he demands, his voice tense with desire as he tugs the fabric “I want to see all of you,” he says, sliding the dress from your shoulders, revealing your soft skin beneath. His eyes wander your body with awe and reverence as he cups your breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

His hands grasp them firmly and he uses them to guide you against him as you a find rhythm that makes both of you moan with pleasure at every push of your hips. Benny looks at you in pure bliss savoring every sensation of you riding him. His eyes never leave yours, filled with a deep, tender love that makes your heart swell.

Each movement of your hips is met with a gentle, encouraging squeeze of your breasts in his hands, guiding you with care as you find your rhythm.

“Faster, baby,” he urges, his voice strained with pleasure.

“Yes, Benny,” you pant, moving your hips in a quicker rhythm, pushing down on him with a newfound intensity. The sound of your bodies moving together, wet and slick, fills the air, with your shared pleasurable moans.

“Harder,” he breathes, his voice a mix of authority and desperate need. His hands tighten on your breasts, guiding you to ride him deeper, until you find the perfect angle that makes you both cry out.

“Just like that,” Benny groans, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You feel so good on my cock“ he praises as you ride him.

The intimacy between you deepens as his hands move to caress your back, his moans loud and desperate vibrating through his chest as he watches you glide up and down on him. His lips are parted and his pupils are blown wide with desire as his hands move up to cradle your face.

His thumbs tenderly brush across your cheeks as he leans in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His lips move against yours in a rhythm that intensifies with each passing moment, deepening the connection between you.

His hands move to your breasts as he kisses you. His fingers skillfully pinching each nipple, tugging gently as his thumbs sweep across, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

Your moans grow louder against his mouth as you feel the tension coiling tighter inside of you, drawing you closer to the edge with every thrust of your hips. “Benny, I’m close,” you breathe, your voice trembling with need. “I’m gonna come.”

Benny feels you begin to tighten around him, and he can’t hold back his own desperation. “Come for me, baby,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

His words push you beyond our limits and you ride him hard. The force of your movements is so intense it causes your breasts to bounce with each jolt. Benny groans, pulling you tight against him, his breath hot and ragged against your skin as his cock throbs within you. The rhythm between you is relentless, your body grinding down on him with a wild, untamed need the pressure building to an unbearable peak.

Benny’s hand slips between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in time with your hips, pushing taking over the edge.

“Benny, oh god, I’m coming!” you scream, your body tensing with overwhelming pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you.

Benny feels your walls fluttering around him, as a desperate moan escapes his lips. His hips begin bucking against you involuntarily as his cock surges, emptying himself deep inside, filling you with his warm cum. Each pulse of his release intensifies your own pleasure, drawing moans of ecstasy from you.

“Fuck, I love you,” Benny breathes, his voice raw with emotion as he pulls you close, his body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he holds you tightly, grounding himself in the intimacy of the moment.

As your breaths mingle, the closeness brings a sense of calm, your heartbeats gradually slowing as the pulsing and throbbing of your joined bodies begin to subside.

As you try to lift yourself from his lap, Benny’s hands tighten around your waist, holding you in place. “Stay with me,” he whispers, his voice filled with longing as his eyes look onto yours with a deep unspoken need.

His hands move to gently cradle your face, his thumbs tenderly brushing over your cheeks memorizing every curve and detail of your beautiful face.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, his voice heavy with emotion as his blue eyes lock onto yours. The weight of his words settles between you, and he draws you into a deeply passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into it. He holds you protectively in his embrace as he kisses you possessively never wanting to let you go.

You and Me Kid

The morning of the rally arrives, and it’s a momentous occasion. You have the honor of riding for the first time in the pack of Vandals with Benny. You ride out from the Vandals’ clubhouse holding tightly to Benny on the back of his Harley. Your heart pounds with excitement as you look around at all the familiar faces you’ve come to know in his club.

Leading the pack is Johnny, with Betty holding onto him tightly. Brusy rides a pace back alongside him, Gail’s arms wrapped securely around his waist. Just behind you is Cal, with Sandy clutching him closely.

Benny rides at the head of the pack alongside Johnny, his presence powerful and commanding. You can feel the pride emanating from him, not just for the Vandals, but for having you there with him in this moment.

As you hold Benny tightly, his hand reaches back to give your thigh a gentle squeeze. The simple gesture sends a thrill racing through you, the blend of excitement and intimacy making your heart race even faster.

The biker group is so large that locals stop to stare as the vast number of riders rumble past. The sound of the bikes creates a symphony of power and freedom, a deep, thunderous roar that vibrates through the air, commanding attention and respect.

The sheer power and presence of the pack creates a spectacle as you finally arrive at the rally. The display of strength and unity from the Vandals commands attention, showcasing their bond and dominance within the community.

Several other biker and car enthusiasts are in attendance, and the edge in the air is amplified as they scowl upon the arrival of the Vandals.

The crew rolls in and parks their rides, kicking down stands and dismounting with practiced ease. Engines cut, and the air is thick with the scent of exhaust and the low rumble of idling machines. The Vandals spread out, claiming their spot for the day, laying out blankets, setting up coolers, and popping the tops off beers.

The usual dogs are sizzling on the grill, the smell of charred meat mixing with the tang of motor oil as the Vandals settle in. Some of the brothers wander off, checking out the iron lined up by the other clubs, nodding in respect at the rides that catch their eye. They swap tales of the road and close calls,the kind of trouble only bikers understand easing the tension in the air.

As the afternoon wears on, the men get sloppily drunk, their laughter echoing through the park rally as they share even wilder stories.

Zipco, the most adventurous Vandal , has everyone entertained with the most captivating stories of all. While the men gather around, hanging on Zipco’s every word, you and Benny sit a short distance away at a picnic table, enjoying a quiet moment together. When Benny finishes his hot dog, you smile at him affectionately and stand to get him another beer.

Just then, Corky, caught up in a wild game of keep away, crashes into you as he snatches Wahoo’s lighter out of the air. The collision makes you fall and clip your chin directly onto the edge of the park bench with a sharp, jarring pain.

The impact renders you senseless, and you fall to the ground in a daze. The laughter and noise around you evaporates into a stunned silence as everyone stares, startled by the sudden turn of events. But no one is more shaken than Benny, who leaps to his feet in a fury. “You didn’t see her?” he yells at Corky, his voice cracking with rage.

Corky stands stunned knowing he’s made a cardinal mistake and Bennys eyes blaze with anger as he shoves him out of the way and rushes to your side.

Panic overtakes Benny as he kneels beside you, watching you struggle to breathe. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice trembling with desperation as he searches your eyes frantically for a sign of reassurance.

“Benny, I’m fine,” you try to reassure him, your voice shaky feeling the disoriention and as you sit up and that’s when he sees the small cut on your chin with a thin line of blood beginning to drip. He clenches his fists in a silent rage, his eyes flashing with such a dark intensity l it startles you.

Without warning Benny gets up approaching Corky and snatching him by the collar, yanking him down to your level. “Look what you did!” Benny yells, his voice seething with fury.

Corky stammers his apologies in vain, his eyes widening in fear as he sees the cut on your chin. “I’m sorry, Benny, I’m so sorry!” he repeats desperately and Benny shoves Corky away feeling despair and anger you were hurt so badly from such a careless mistake

Benny, focused solely on your recovery, remains by your side, pulling his riding rag from his back pocket. He gently wipes the blood from your neck, his hand trembling slightly as he moves up to your chin.

When he reaches the bruise already forming, he bites his lip, his heart sinking as he realizes how deep the cut is, knowing it will leave a permanent scar on your beautiful face.

The thought fills him with a simmering fury, barely contained beneath the surface. By then, most of the Vandals have gathered around, drawn by the commotion, their concerned gazes fixed on you both.

Betty steps in to defuse the situation seeing Benny hovering over you unable to let go.

“Benny, let me see if she’s alright,” she asks gently, trying to calm him. But Benny’s demeanor changes suddenly, his eyes filling with guilt. “It’s all my fault! Fuck!” he curses, his voice breaking as he holds your chin, staring in disbelief at the blood that continues to seep from the cut.

You manage a small smile, trying to comfort him, seeing his worry. “Benny, I’m fine,” you insist, reaching out to touch his wrist. With the dizziness subsiding, you only feel a throbbing pain on the bone of your chin.

“Let the girl breathe, Benny,” Gail says softly, seeing his desperation and takes Benny’s arm pulling him back a little. “Let Betty get her cleaned up. It was just a knock to the chin. She’ll be alright,” she reassures him.

Betty helps you to your feet and guides you away from the crowd to tend to your cut. As she cleans the would Benny watches anxiously as you wince in pain. His guilt is undeniable as he paces back and forth, refusing to leave the area as Gail tries to console him.

You offer Benny a reassuring smile to let him know you’re alright, but there’s an unsettling look in his eyes you haven’t seen before, and it doesn’t fade.

“Good as new,” Betty says once the bleeding stops and she places a bandage carefully over the cut.

“You’re gonna have a really funny story to go with that scar,” she says to lighten the mood but Benny is not amused. As Betty steps aside he rushes in checking your chin.

“How do you feel baby?” He asks softly and you smile at him. “ It hurts now Benny but I’ll feel better later” you answer and his jaw clenches,as his expression remains tense. Betty noticing Bennys unchanged demeanor immediately goes to get Johnny’s attention.

“Come with me” Benny says taking your hand and helping you up from the picnic table. He leads you away from the others without saying another word.

Once you’re out of earshot, Benny pulls out a cigarette, his hands trembling slightly as he tries to light it. His brow furrows in frustration, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he clicks the lighter several times, each attempt ending in failure.

“Fuck!” he yells, his voice strained, his eyes flashing with anger when the flame refuses to catch.

“Benny, it’s alright,” you say softly, trying to soothe his aggravation. But he shakes his head, his frustration boiling over. “It’s not alright… This whole thing…” he mutters, his voice tense with regret. “Bringing you here…”

He bites his lip, his fists clenching as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. “I’m supposed to protect you… I’m supposed to keep you safe…” His voice trails off, and you realize Benny is still battling with the guilt over your injury, unable to shake the feeling that he’s failed you.

“Benny, it’s alright,” you say again softly, trying to soothe him.

“It’s not alright!” he snaps, his voice sharp and trembling with anger. “You’re gonna have a fucking scar because of this shit! I never should’ve brought you here!” he yells, his eyes darkening with rage as the frustration pours out of him.

Benny’s voice carries with intensity, drawing the attention of all the nearby Vandals who exchange knowing looks seeing Benny temper.

“Hey, Benny!” Johnny finally calls out, his voice steady as he arrives with Betty at his side. “Come here kid” he says, gesturing for Benny to join him, his tone firm, leaving no room for argument.

Benny hesitates, his anger still simmering beneath the surface as his eyes flicker between you and Johnny, his protectiveness over you is unrelenting.

Betty slowly steps forward her presence a soothing contrast to Benny’s fiery demeanor and she gently takes your arm “Come with me, sweetheart,” she says softly. Her eyes looking to Benny “I’ll keep her safe. You guys talk,” she says to him with confidence.

Benny’s jaw tightens, his hesitation evident as he watches Betty lead you away. His eyes follow you, brow furrowed with concern, before he finally exhales, forcing himself to let go as he walks over to Johnny.

As you walk away with Betty, she tries to reassure you. “I haven’t seen Benny like that in a very long time,” she confides quietly. “You’ve been the best thing for him, honestly. I think he just needs a moment to cool down.” Her words are meant to put you at ease, but you can sense a hint of worry in her voice

Johnny takes Benny aside, giving him a knowing look. “What’s up, kid?” he asks, pulling out his lighter and offering it to Benny. Benny takes it and finally lights a cigarette. “Nothin,” he says flatly, but Johnny raises his eyebrows, unconvinced.

“Come on, kid, I know that look,” Johnny says, taking a drag from his cigarette. “This isn’t just about today, is it?”

Benny takes a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling into the air as he exhales slowly. “It’s just… I feel like I’m failing her already,” he admits quietly, the tension in his voice softening. “She shouldn’t have to deal with this kind of shit.”

Johnny nods, understanding the weight of Benny’s words. “You care about her a lot, and that’s good. But accidents happen. You can’t control everything kid” he says, his tone steady and reassuring.

Benny shifts uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to the ground as he kicks at the dirt with his boot. “I know, but it’s hard. She deserves to be happy and safe, and, y’know… after a while with me everything just …” His voice trails off.

Johnny takes a final drag from his cigarette, flicking the butt to the ground before putting it out. “She’s happy with you Benny. She’s tough, and she loves you. Give yourself a break,” he says, placing a reassuring hand on Benny’s shoulder, giving it a firm, grounding squeeze. Benny stares at the ground, still unsettled.

“Come on, let’s go listen to one of Zipco’s wild ass stories. That’ll take your mind off everything.” Johnny grins and Benny looks up reluctantly following Johnny over to the group of Vandals still sitting around Zipco.

Johnny hands Benny a beer and they lean against a truck to listen in as Zipco speaks, but Benny’s mind keeps drifting back to you.

The words of the conversation around him fade into the background, his eyes drifting over to you, sitting with the old ladies.

Your usual lively smile is gone, replaced by a distant, hollow expression as you gently touch your chin. The sight of you, subdued and vulnerable, sends a fresh wave of anger and guilt crashing through him. The bruise is already darkening on your skin and the permanent scar that will be left behind, refuels all of Benny’s anger.

He clenches his jaw, the muscles twitching with suppressed rage as he chugs down the last of his beer, consumed by frustration and guilt.

“I’m gonna go take a piss,” Benny angrily mutters, tossing his empty beer bottle, which shatters on the ground. Johnny watches him walk off, sensing the turmoil that’s raging inside of him.

Just as Benny steps away, Cal and Cockroach walk back to the group, followed by an irate set of bikers from another club who are hurling insults. “You scratched my bike shit head !” one of them yells at Cal who vehemently denies it.

“I looked at the piece of shit, and I guarantee I couldn’t do any more damage.” Cal says with sarcasm.

Hearing Cals insult the biker Without warning, he shoves Cal hard, the force of the push sending him back a step. “The fuck you say?” he says stepping up.

“You wanna get salty, motherfucker? I’ll get salty,” Cal snaps back, his voice dripping with venom as he squares up to the biker, his fists clenched and ready for a fight.

The other Vandals, noticing the commotion, start to stand up one by one, their expressions darkening as they prepare to back Cal up. The bikers from the rival gang respond in kind, their own members stepping forward, ready to throw down.

Zipco and the others circle around, the atmosphere thick with tension, as both groups face off, a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

Just as things seem about to boil over, Johnny steps in, pushing Cal back with a firm hand. “Nah, nah, nah, none of this,” Johnny says, his voice calm but authoritative as he places himself between the two groups.

He turns to the other biker, trying to diffuse the situation. “Where you from?” he asks, his tone steady as he looks the biker in the eye.

“Gary,” the biker responds, his voice still edged with anger, but the directness of Johnny’s approach seems to catch him off guard.

Johnny nods, his expression softening just a fraction. “You know a guy around there named Shitty Pete?” he asks, a hint of familiarity in his voice.

The biker blinks, the tension in his stance easing slightly. “Everyone knows Shitty Pete,” he replies, some of the aggression fading as recognition flickers in his eyes.

“What’s your crew called?” Johnny continues, keeping the conversation going, his voice steady as he works to keep things from escalating.

“The Gary Rouges,” the biker answers, his voice losing some of its earlier hostility.

As Johnny and the leader of the other gang begin to bond, Benny returns with a fresh beer, immediately noticing the way everyone is facing off sensing a fight about to ensue.

Gail, observing the tension, chuckles near him, trying to lighten the mood. “You leave for one second, and your boyfriend’s getting in trouble,” she quips. But her words have the opposite effect on Benny, intensifying the rage that’s been building inside him all day. Without hesitation, Benny, fueled by his unrelenting anger, immediately darts to the confrontation.

Jonny and the leader of the Gary Rouges continue to talk out, almost calming things to be cordial.

“How many are in your crew?” Johnny asks with a hint of recruiting curiosity. But before the conversation can go any further, Benny rushes in and socks the Gary Rouges biker directly in the jaw dropping him instantly to the ground fueled by unchecked rage.

“Guess not enough,” Johnny chuckles, and an all out brawl erupts between the biker clubs.

Benny unleashes all of his aggression, fighting with a ferocity that even two bikers struggle to contain. He barrels through them, his fists flying with brutal precision. As one biker throws a punch, Benny deflects it with a sharp twist, slamming his own fist into the man’s jaw, sending him crashing into a parked truck. The impact reverberates through the air, but Benny doesn’t stop.

He grabs the second biker by the collar, slamming him against the truck’s door with a force that dents the metal. Without hesitation, Benny begins to pummel the man’s chest and gut with relentless blows, each punch landing with a sickening thud. The biker’s eyes widen in terror as he realizes Benny’s intent. Desperation kicks in, and he barely dodges as Benny aims a devastating punch at his face.

The force of Benny’s missed punch shatters the driver’s side window, sending shards of glass scattering. The crash of glass is so loud and jarring that even the other bikers, still locked in their own fights, pause in shock.

Benny doesn’t flinch instead he pulls his fist back, now dripping with blood his knuckles pierced through with a large shard of glass. With adrenaline surging through his veins, Benny yanks the glass from his knuckles without a second thought, his eyes locked on the opposing biker.

The man’s fear is undeniable and Benny’s rage is all consuming. Benny rushes forward, tackling the biker to the ground with a slam, his bloodied fist delivering blow after bone crushing blow. The intensity in Benny’s eyes leaves no doubt, he’s a man possessed, unwilling to stop until he’s unleashed every ounce of his fury.

You watch the fight unfold in horror with the old ladies, frozen at first, then suddenly standing from the picnic bench, your face a picture of shock as you witness Benny’s brutal assault.

Instinctively, you begin to rush toward him, desperate to stop the violence, but Betty and Sandy grab you, holding you back with firm grips.

“Oh no you don’t,” Sandy says urgently, struggling to keep you in place.

“He’s hurt! I have to help him” you cry out, your voice trembling with fear and desperation.

“They’re men!” Betty tells you, her voice a mix of urgency and concern. “They’ll handle it. You’re the one whose gonna get hurt ”

But Benny doesn’t stop. His fist continues to beating the biker’s face in, each punch snapping the man’s head back with a sickening force. The man’s gurgles turn into silence as he goes limp, but Benny lost in his fury, is oblivious to everything except the need to keep striking.

The sight makes you feel sick to your stomach, dread pooling in your chest as the only sound left is the sickening snap of Benny’s fist against the man’s bloodied face.

The blood splattered across Benny’s own face makes him look deranged, as his features express his uncontrollable rage.

Seeing Benny about to commit murder Johnny springs into action. He tackles Benny off the biker, wrestling him to the ground holding him back with all his strength. But even held down, Benny doesn’t stop. His legs kick out wildly, his arms thrashing, attempting to break free from Johnny’s grip. His eyes, are wild and unseeing completely lost in the rage that consumes him.

As you get closer, Johnny looks up at you, his voice sharp and commanding. “Get back!” he yells, his tone sharp and hostile. You feel a terrible wrench in your gut, seeing Benny so out of control.

“Betty!” Johnny shouts, seeing you unable to snap you out of your shock and she rushes in, pulling you away as tears of frustration and fear well up in your eyes.

Betty and Sandy hold you tightly, guiding you away from the chaos, while Johnny struggles to keep Benny restrained.

As they take you back, you catch one last glimpse of Benny, just as Johnny finally manages to calm him, releasing his grip and patting him on the chest in a gesture of reassurance.

Your heart breaks for the man you love, seeing the raw pain and turmoil etched in his features. You know that beneath the anger and violence, he’s hurting, grappling with something far deeper.

The sight of him like this, so lost and vulnerable, leaves you feeling helpless, knowing there’s nothing you can do to ease his suffering in this moment.

The fight ends as quickly as it began, with the Vandals and the Gary Rouges’s pulling back, settling down to tend to their wounds. Despite the chaos, a sense of friendship begins to form between the two groups, their shared ordeal forging an unexpected bond.

As the adrenaline fades, Johnny pulls Benny aside from the club and they sit a distance away on the grass feeling the soreness from the fight settling in. Without a word, they light up their cigarettes, taking a moment to breathe as the smoke curls into the evening air.

Johnnys expression is curious yet concerned as he hands Benny a bandage for his bloodied knuckles. “What were you thinking back there, kid?” He asks, his voice carrying a hint of reprimand.

Benny takes the bandage, wrapping it around his hand in frustration. “Nothin. I saw you squaring off with those guys—what more was there to think about?” he mutters.

Johnny shakes his head offering Benny a bottle of whiskey. “You and me both, kid,” he chuckles.

Johnnys eyes remain sharp on Benny studying him as he nods and takes a swig from the bottle before handing it back.

“What about the Mrs.?” Johnny asks, his tone firmer. “You think she needed to see that?” he gestures before taking a swig of the whiskey.

Benny’s jaw tightens, and he looks away feeling the weight of Johnny’s words sinking in. “I didn’t think,” Benny admits, his voice quieter.

Johnny places a firm hand on Benny’s shoulder. “I get it, kid, but you gotta remember, you’ve got more than just the club to think about now. You’ve got her, and she needs you whole, not broken. You gotta learn to keep it together, for her sake.”

Benny nods, the weight of Johnny’s words pressing down on him. “I can’t let anything happen to her… but I’m scared I’m gonna lose her.” His voice tightens as he picks at the bandage on his injured hand. “It’s like there’s this fire inside me, and I can’t control it. I know I’m just gonna wreck it all.” His voice cracks, the admission cutting deeper than he expected.

Johnny gives Benny a knowing look. “That fire’s part of who you are, kid. But you’ve got to learn to channel it, not let it control you.”

As Benny and Johnny sit together, sharing whiskey and cigarettes, you watch from a distance as Johnny’s experienced understanding of Benny is evident in every gesture, every knowing nod.

You suddenly feel like an outsider in your relationship with Benny and the bitterness of that realization stirs deep emotions within you. There’s a fracture in the bond between you and Benny, a hidden weakness you can no longer ignore.

You are rested back against the picnic table as you watch them, arms crossed over your chest, legs crossed tightly with one foot tapping impatiently betraying the weight of your emotions pressing down on you.

Betty noticing your discomfort approaches with a reassuring smile. “They’re just being men,” she says, trying to ease your mind as she offers you a beer. “They always find a way to handle it.” She says. But you shake your head, declining the drink and her words.

“I’m just going to wait for Benny,” you reply, your voice flat and she nods understandingly leaving you to your thoughts.

Several minutes pass, each one dragging longer than the last, until finally, Benny walks toward you. His posture is tense, his eyes refusing to meet yours. Without a word, he drops down next to you at the picnic table, his gaze fixed on some distant point, his expression unreadable.

You take a deep breath, your heart heavy with a mix of concern and confusion. “Benny… what was that?” you ask, your voice tight with emotion, struggling to understand the intensity of what just happened.

Benny wipes his hand under his nose with a sniff, the bandage on his knuckles already beginning to seep with blood. “I don’t know, I just… lost it,” he mutters, his gaze fixed on the distance, unable to meet your eyes.

“Lost it?” you repeat, trying to keep your voice steady. “Benny, you nearly killed that guy! I… I’ve never seen anything like that in my life! What if something worse had happened?” You panic the fear of losing him to something so reckless tightening your chest.

Benny finally turns to look at you, his eyes filled with guilt and frustration. “I wasn’t thinking… I saw Johnny in trouble and… I just reacted. I know I messed up,” he says, his voice laced with regret.

“Messed up?” you repeat, your voice rising with anger and hurt. “Do you even know how much that scared me, Benny? Seeing you lose control like that? Do you even care how that made me feel?”

“Of course I care!” Benny shouts, his frustration boiling over. “I hate that you had to see that, that you had to worry. But I’m not perfect. I can’t just flip a switch and make this all go away!” he yells, his voice echoing with the tension between you

By now, all of the surrounding Vandals and their old ladies are invested in your argument, unable to avoid the intensity of your voices and you can feel the weight of their stares.

“That’s right, you’re not perfect Benny !” you snap back, the sting of your words evident as you see the pain flicker in his eyes.

“But you don’t have to be perfect…because …I want you just the way you are Benny” you say your voice lowering as your heart aches with the depth of your feelings.

“I’m the one supposed to be by your side, the one helping and caring for you, not watching from the sidelines.” You say in frustration and sadness.

Benny looks at you, his eyes filled with regret and guilt, the weight of your words hitting him hard.

“You shut me out Benny,” you confirm crossing your arms as you look to the ground in silence unable to hide the hurt that’s tearing you apart

Benny looks to the ground feeling the weight of your words and understanding . “I…I didn’t mean to shut you out,” he admits, his voice lower and filled with regret . “I just never wanted you to see me like that,” he says, looking away in shame. “It was ugly…”

“I don’t care about ugly, Benny,” you reply, your voice filled with concern. “I only care about you, and I want you to know that you trust me, that you can let me in even when things get mess—” Your words trail off as your eyes catch sight of the blood slowly dripping down his wrist.

“Benny, your hand!” you exclaim, noticing the bandage completely soaked through.

Benny glances down noticing the blood and a look of sorrow washes over his face “Yea it was a pretty deep cut” he admits.

Your eyes widen in concern as you carefully unwrap the crimson soaked bandage. The sight of the large gash in his knuckle, still leaking blood, sends a wave of shock through you.

“Oh my god, Benny,” you gasp your voice filled worry, and soon the old ladies of the club gather around, their faces mirroring your concern.

Betty takes a quick look at his hand, tilting it gently to examine the wound. “Benny, it’ll heal but you’ll have one ugly scar,” she confirms.

Benny starts wrapping his hand back up, trying to diminish everyone’s worry. “It’ll heal up in a few weeks,I’ll keep it bandaged til then” he says with certainty, having survived his fair share of injuries.

You stare at him in disbelief, unable to understand how he can be so dismissive about something so serious.

“A few weeks? Benny Cross! We’re going to the hospital right now. That cut is so deep, you’ll need stitches!” You say with rising concern.

“It’ll heal,” he says with a slight aggravation in his tone, his anger simmering beneath the surface unable to understand why you’re making such a fuss.

He knows you’ve probably never dealt with anything more than a paper cut, and it grates on him to no end.

“It’ll heal?” you repeat your voice rising sharply. “Benny, you’ll probably get an infection and never be able to use your hand again if you don’t treat it!” You say in frustration as you stand up.

“Get up Benny we’re going to the hospital right now!” you command him.

For a moment, it seems like Benny might respond, but the words die on his lips, and he remains silent. The reality of the situation sinks in and the heaviness in your chest becomes almost unbearable. The distance between you and Benny growing like a void.

“Get up, Benny,” you repeat more forcefully, and this time he reluctantly stands, but there’s a coldness in his eyes, a resentment building.

All eyes are on you as you assert your authority over Benny, and he can’t help but feel a sting of humiliation realizing everyone in the club is witnessing this moment. The Vandals watch in silence, sensing the drastic change that has suddenly taken hold.

Without a word Benny turns and walks to his bike his expression hardening. He kick-starts it up, the engine roaring to life as he waits for you. When you approach, it’s the first time he doesn’t offer you his hand, and you try to hide the hurt in your eyes as you climb on behind him but the tension between you two is undeniable.

As you both ride away, Johnny, Betty, and the rest of the Vandals watch with concern on their faces. They all sense the significant shift between you and Benny, the tension hanging heavy in the air as you disappear from view.

In a Bad Way

Benny drives to the hospital at a jarring speed, the engine roaring beneath you as he accelerates. The highway becomes a blur, the lights and traffic blending into a chaotic stream of color as he weaves dangerously between cars. The sheer speed of the bike makes your breath catch, the risk and adrenaline mingling with your anger, momentarily overpowering it.

Instinctively, your arms tighten around his waist, clinging to him for dear life as the wind bites at your skin, each subtle movement of the motorcycle making your heart leap into your throat.

As you approach the exit for the hospital, Benny speeds right past it, ignoring the turn. Panic rises in your chest, and you shout over the roaring wind, “Benny, where are you going?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, just accelerates faster, the lights blurring past as he weaves through the traffic at a dangerous speed. “I’m taking you home,” he finally replies, his voice cold and distant, filled with a quiet, simmering anger.

You speed through town, the city lights streaking past in a dizzying blur as Benny pushes the bike harder. The rhythmic thrum of the engine vibrates through your body, each twist of the throttle sending you hurtling forward with relentless momentum. Your surroundings become a chaotic whirl of color and noise, the familiar streets of the town fading into a disorienting haze.

As you approach your neighborhood, the world begins to slow, the frantic pace easing as the bike glides through quieter, more familiar streets. The comforting sight of your treelined avenue with warmly lit homes contrasts sharply with the turmoil churning between you and Benny.

Finally he pulls in front of your house, stopping the bike abruptly, the sudden halt almost throwing you off balance.

You slide from his bike, your legs shaky, your emotions in turmoil. Benny doesn’t even look at you, his jaw is clenched and his expression hard as he dismounts and heads inside without saying a word.

You anxiously follow him inside, your heart racing with the hope of talking things through, of mending whatever just broke between you. But as you step into the house, you see Benny heading straight upstairs.

You assume he needs to shower and cool down after the day you’ve had and you head upstairs to do the same.

As you push open the bedroom door and walk inside, the sight of him packing his rucksack determined and tense, shocks you to your core.

“Benny…what are you doing?” you ask, your voice trembling with worry, but he doesn’t respond. He continues stuffing his clothing and personal items into the bag, his silence speaking louder than words ever could.

Finally, he slings the rucksack over his shoulder and turns to leave, his eyes filled with a cold determination that sends a chill through you. “You’re better off without me,” he says flatly, his voice devoid of the warmth you’re used to.

Without even glancing back, he walks past you, heading downstairs and out the door, leaving you standing stunned silence.

You gather your thoughts and quickly rush outside to try and catch him, your heart racing as you process what’s happening. Benny throws his rucksack onto the bike and kick-starts it with a loud roar. The sound of the engine drowns out everything else as he rides off leaving you standing in the street, stunned and utterly alone.

As the roar of his motorcycle fades into the distance the emptiness he left behind feels overwhelming.

Your head spins, a dizzying mix of shock and confusion, as you try to comprehend why he left so abruptly and why he said everything with such severity.

Then, the sudden realization that Benny is actually gone hits you like a ton of bricks, the weight of it crushing your chest, making it hard to breathe.

You immediately run back into the house, your heart pounding as you grab the phone and dial a number with trembling fingers. The ringing seems to stretch on forever until, finally, a voice comes through.

“Johnny,” you say frantically, your voice cracking with desperation, “Please, tell me if you see Benny.”

There’s a pause on the other end as Johnny understands your concern. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll have everyone keep an eye out.” He says with a somber reassurance.

“Please,” you beg, your voice trembling as you fight back tears, “Please don’t tell him I asked about him.” You can’t even finish the call as you quickly hang before the dam breaks. You begin to sob, feeling the overwhelming confusion and guilt setting in.

You quickly wipe back your tears feeling vulnerable and unsure of what to do. Ultimately thinking you both over reacted and that he will return, that he has to return. The silence of the house amplifies your despair, the absence of Benny leaves a gaping void within your heart.

You quickly decide to cook supper trying to put on a brave face knowing that when he does return he will be hungry, and maybe after you’ve both eaten he’ll realize it was a mistake made in the heat of the moment.

You take your time carefully preparing a meal adding each ingredient with the hope that Benny will walk through the door at minute. You bake a casserole and set the dish on the kitchen counter, waiting for him to arrive. But as the casserole cools, the realization that he’s not coming behind to sinks in.

You are unable to eat feeling the overwhelming absence of the person you made it for and quietly put the meal away in the refrigerator.

Hours later, the phone rings, shattering the oppressive silence. You stumble into the living room, snatching the receiver from the hook with trembling hands. “Hello?” you say, your voice raw with emotion.

“Hey…” Johnny’s voice comes through, hesitant and heavy. Your nerves rise instantly, dread knotting in your stomach.

“Have you seen him? Have you seen Benny?” you ask frantically, the fear clawing at your chest.

“I, um, I’m sorry to have to say this,”Johnny begins, his voice filled with undeniable remorse, “Benny was beaten near to death, he’s in a real bad way, they got him hospitalized over in Midtown—”

The words hit you like a freight train. You slam the phone down, the sound echoing in the empty room.

A scream rips from your throat as you collapse to the floor, hyperventilating overwhelmed by a mix of fear and shock.

For a moment, you’re paralyzed, the weight of the news crushing you. But then, through sheer will, you force yourself to get up, knowing you need to be there for Benny.

You grab a jacket and your keys, your movements frantic and disjointed as you rush out the door.

Moments of Benny flash through your mind each one more painful than the last. His radiant smile, the way his intense blue eyes lock onto yours, the look on his face as you walked down the aisle, the warmth of his voice, the gentleness of his kiss that made you feel like the center of his entire world.

Each memory stabs at your heart, reminding you of what you had, and what you fear you might lose forever.

The tears you’ve been holding back finally spill over as you drive, your vision blurring with an overwhelming flood of emotions.

Your only focus is getting to Benny, knowing deep down that you need him and that he needs you and you’ll forgive him, care for him, and love him for as long as you live.

🏍️ To Be Continued 🏍️

Chapter 5 Broken Promises

When Benny is beaten to near death you tend and care for him night and day. The confident and strong man you once knew now seems lost forever in the unsure and frail Benny leaving you to put all the pieces back together.

With every thing stripped from Benny he begins to understand what he really wants out of life and after a fateful turn of events putting your safety at risk his decision is finalized changing both of your lives forever.

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Omg pleaseeeee can someone write a benny x reader about/ around this I’m obsessed

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Omggggg idea idea guysssss

Johnny has 2 girls to betty but they divorced etc, your together you fall pregnant turns out it’s a boy johnnys OBSESSED he always wanted a boy, buys him a little leather jacket, like proud as PUNCH even women are jealous you barely lift a finger he takes the baby everywhere to every meeting just absolutely obsessed with him he falls in love with you 10x harder you have him a little boy 💙

I’m FERAL for domestic Johnny

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Excuse Me?

Benny Cross x reader

Warnings - just fluff, dad!benny, some swear words

Word count - 2105

a/n - read the full request here - this was supposed to be posted a couple days after I got the request, but my headaches decided to come back, so here we are 2 weeks later lol. I hope you enjoy :)

“Sweetheart, you can’t just grab everything you see and throw it into the basket,” Benny sighs as he looks down at his daughter.

Little Violet was standing on her tippy toes trying to put a bag of chips inside the basket Benny was holding, but she froze at the sound of Benny’s voice. She drops her hands to her sides before pouting up at Benny. 

“Don’t give me that look. Mommy gave us a list and told us to only buy what we need. We don’t wanna make mommy upset do we?” Benny gives Violet a look, causing her to stomp back down the aisle to put the chip bag on the shelf. 

Benny held in his laugh because he knew it would only upset Violet more. 

Before you left for work that morning, you had looked through the pantry to see what you needed to buy from the store on your way home. The grocery store was right next to the cosmetics store where you worked, so you didn’t mind stopping by after.

Benny thought it would be a good idea to get some fresh air with Violet, so he offered to go shopping for you — this way, he could kill two birds with one stone and also give you a ride home. 

You were hesitant at first because Benny wasn’t the best at picking out the correct items, and you knew Violet would give Benny a hard time and beg him to buy anything that looked interesting to her four-year-old eyes. Since you were running late and didn’t have the time to mull it over, you agreed and quickly jotted down everything you needed on a piece of paper.

So now here the troublesome pair was in the store making their way down the list and the aisles. 

“Do you wanna help daddy finish the list?” Benny asks Violet, trying to cheer her up.

She was still pouting, but now she had her arms crossed as she walked alongside her father. Violet shook her head at Benny and kept looking down at the ground.

It’s obvious where Violet gets her stubbornness from..

Benny rolls his eyes as he bends down to Violet’s eye level. “You know it’s not nice to ignore someone, we’ve talked about this,” Benny says, but Violet still doesn’t look up at him.

Then he gets an idea.

“Okay, how about this. You help me, and I’ll let you pick out something for yourself before we leave,” Benny tells her, and that catches Violet’s attention.

Violet looks at him for a second, before holding out one her hands and offering Benny her pinky. 

Benny smiles as he wraps his own pinky around his daughter’s. “I pinky promise.”

The rest of the grocery list gets crossed off easily — with Violet’s help — and as promised, Benny lets Violet roam the aisles to try and figure out what she wants. He thought it would be a quick thing, but Violet has been walking around for at least ten minutes.

“Sweetheart, it’s not that hard to make a decision,” Benny tells her as he glances down at his watch.

“I’m thinking!” she huffs. Benny throws his hands up in defense.

“What about the chips I told you to put back earlier, why don’t you just get those?” he suggests, growing impatient.

“No,” she glares up at him, before continuing down the aisle. Benny runs a hand down his face as he reluctantly follows her.

Finally, after a long process of elimination, Violet settles on a bag of candy. When Benny offers to hold it for her, she quickly draws her hand back, wanting to hold it herself.

“Okay miss independent,” Benny mumbles, but ignores her and heads towards the check out line.

Violet proudly hands the cashier her candy, which the girl gladly scans before handing it back to Violet with a smile.

“What do you say?” Benny asks Violet as he pulls out his wallet to pay.

“Thank you,” Violet smiles up at the cashier.

“Well, you are most welcome,” the cashier gushes at her, before looking back at Benny, “She is so cute.”

Benny quickly thanks her as he hands her cash for the groceries.

The cashier takes the money and counts it, and just as she begins to give Benny his change back she innocently asks, “Where’s her mother, is she around?” 

Benny was grossed out — one: because the girl looked kike she was in high school, and two: because the girl had the audacity to ask a question like that.

“Yeah,” he curtly says as he tucks the change back in his wallet. 

The girl seemed disappointed at Benny’s answer, but Benny didn’t care. He grabs Violet’s hand in one of his and grabs the grocery bags in the other before heading out the store.

“Why did she ask about mommy?” Violet asks, looking up at Benny.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, it’s not important,” Benny shakes his head. He’s glad when Violet quickly dismisses it and directs her attention to a tiny dog in some lady’s purse walking past them. The lady sees Violet eyeing the dog and stops to let her pet it.

After putting the groceries in the car and prying Violet away from the dog, Benny motions for Violet to hold his hand so they could start walking to your job and wait for your shift to finish.

 “Daddy, can we get a dog?” Violet asks as they walk, her bag of candy still in her other hand.

Benny’s about to respond and tell her no when a middle aged woman steps into his path. The lady had a couple bags of groceries in one of her hands and one hand on her hip, an unpleasant look on her face. Benny goes to step around her, but the lady quickly blocks him. 

When she opens her mouth, Benny expects her to address him, but instead the lady bends down to become eye level with his daughter. His grip tightens on Violet’s hand, but doesn’t make a move to do anything else, wanting to see what the woman has to say since it’s clearly important to her.

“Hey, sweetie, where’s your mother?” the woman asks Violet and Benny’s face contorts in frustration.

“What is up with these women today?” he thinks.

Violet opens her mouth to answer, but before she could get a word out, Benny speaks up. “Violet, we don’t talk to strangers, remember?”

Violet looks up and gives him a nod, quickly closing her mouth.

“Is there somethin’ I can help you with, ma’am?” Benny asks, trying to keep his tone pleasant in front of his daughter.

“Yeah, is this little girl yours?” she glares, standing back up to look at Benny.

What the fuck?

“What does it matter to you?” Benny asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I just want to know what someone like you is doing with a child,” the woman says.

“What? Do I know you or somethin’,” Benny questions.

“No, but I know all about you Vandals, and I know that you guys are nothing but trouble with all your motorcycles and drinking. Riding a bike is too important to you guys, making it impossible for you men to care about anything else, let alone a family.”

Benny wasn’t even wearing his colors today. After Violet was born, he stopped being so reckless and decided to stop riding so much. He didn’t want to be thrown in jail and have his daughter start her life without a father, not to mention the fact that he would be missing out on the beginning of her life.  

He rarely wears his colors or any type of leather in public anymore, so Benny’s confused on how this lady knows who he is. Then again, he used to cause a lot of trouble back then to the point where everyone knew who he was as soon as he stepped foot inside of a bar or restaurant. That was a long time ago, though, and Benny isn’t that lost soul anymore.

“Listen lady, you have no idea what you’re talking about, so if you’d please move out of the way, I’ll go about my day,” Benny says. He doesn’t wait for her to answer and tries to walk around her once again, but of course, she stops him.  Benny clenches his jaw.

“You’re not going anywhere until I know that this child is yours,” she folds her arms.

A few people stare at them as they walk by or get into their cars. 

“That’s none of your business,” Benny scoffs.

“It is when I’m concerned for this child’s wellbeing,” the lady states matter-of-factly, pointing down at Violet.

Violet looks up at her father in confusion. She’s not sure what’s going on, but since it’s obvious that Benny doesn’t like the lady in front of her, she decides that she shouldn’t like her either.

Benny lets out a frustrated sigh and looks at Violet to ask, “Violet, do you feel safe with me?”

Violet just nods, moving closer to Benny’s leg.

“See,” Benny says to the woman, “she’s fine.”

“That doesn’t mean anything at all,” the lady says.

“Listen, I don’t have time for this. Please move,” Benny tells her through gritted teeth. His patience is wearing thin.

But the lady doesn’t move, and instead continues to stare Benny down.

“What’s going on here?” you ask as you walk up behind the lady.

Benny and Violet were so occupied with the woman, that neither of them realized you were walking toward them. 

“Thank god, someone else is concerned,” the lady mumbles before turning to face you. “I just want to make sure that this little girl belongs to this man, but he’s being difficult.”

“The little girl looks fine to me,” you tell her, giving Violet a smile to which she happily returns.

“But you can’t be too sure of that, the man is practically squeezing this little girl’s arm to keep her next to him,” the lady says.

Your eyebrows furrow and you look over at Benny in confusion. Benny just shrugs and rolls his eyes.

“Well, I think it’s obvious that nothing strange is going on here, so why don’t you go,” you try to reassure the woman.

“I’m not going anywhere until I’m certain, I’ll call the police if I have to.”

“What’s your name?” you ask the lady, taking a couple steps closer to her.

“Cheryl,” she answers. 

“Listen, Cheryl, I don’t know why you think you’re trying to do, but it’s time for you to walk away. That man is my husband, and the child is mine. If that’s not enough for you, I don’t care. You clearly need attention so go find it from someone else, or better yet, get a life,” you say, walking past the lady to go stand next to Benny.

Cheryl’s mouth parts in disbelief as she looks between you and Benny.

“Is there anything else you’d like to say? Did you want to bitch and complain some more?” you ask. Benny's eyes widen in surprise, you rarely swear. He has to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling.

Cheryl holds her head up high and clears her throat to reply, “I’ll be on my way.”

“Good. Go play vigilante somewhere else, bitch,” you roll your eyes.

The lady looks like wants to say something else, but she doesn’t. You watch her let out an annoyed breath before turning around and walking away.

When she’s out of earshot, you look up at Benny. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know. She knew I was Vandal and just assumed the worst. It doesn’t really matter anymore,” Benny answers, watching the woman walk away.

“Looks like your past is coming up to you,” you let out a laugh resulting in Benny sending you a playful glare.

As you all start walking back to the car, Violet comes to your side and tugs your hand for you to look down at her. Benny watches as Violet holds her bag of candy up for you to see. 

“Uh oh,” he mumbles and pretends to be distracted by the keys in his hand.

“A whole bag, Benny? You couldn’t have just bought her a lollipop or something?” you look over at him and wait for him to look back at you.

“Well what was I supposed to do, say no?” he throws his hands up.

“Yeah, I do it all the time,” you nod.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d actually like to stay on her good side,” Benny says, placing his hand on top of Violet's head.

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Guys I don’t know what to do about my love for Austin butler anymore it’s literally taken over my daily thoughts I have him on my mind 24/777777 it’s not normal 😭😭

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I don’t know if anyone has but I read the original bikeriders book with the interviews in it, turns out the reall benny was a v jealous guy in regards to Kathy so when I see someone writing benny ( Austin ) with hints of jealousy I’m dying for someone to go full speed ahead with it because the real benny was if I remember what I read correctly when he was leaving or it was when he came back (?) he said to her please don’t sleep with anyone from around here your better than them

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The universe keeps throwing at me these men written by Lana Del Rey and you know what I'm not strong enough

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Come Back Together

Benny Cross x reader 

Summary in bullet points:

Now that Benny is back in your life, he is trying to be a better husband

Benny is insecure about his relationship and a barfight ensues

Reader is pregnant (three months)

Benny does a bit of pining and is emotionally vulnerable

Fluffiness 

Part 2 of Come Back Knockin’

Notes/Warnings: *Spoiler free*, angst and fluff, relationship struggles, physical altercations (fist fight), mention of blood and injury, mention of pregnancy, mention of alcohol, cursing, kissing, happy stuff, typos. I think that’s it. This took me forever to write for some reason and I was weirdly stressed about it. tf is wrong with me, right? Anyway…

Words: alright no one freak out…it’s 4300. Idk why it’s a lot longer than the first part but I always do that. If you’re willing to venture onward, I appreciate it :)

Benny Cross Masterlist

He stares at you incessantly. Which isn’t out of the ordinary—he used to stare at you all the time—but there’s something else to it now. He stares as if he thinks you’ll disappear the second he takes his eyes off of you. Like you'll slip through his fingers. Ironic, really, since disappearing in the blink of an eye is more his thing. 

“Can I make you something?” he asks, staring at you from his chair while you pull a carton of eggs from the fridge. “You should be sitting instead of me.”

“You don’t know how to cook, Benny,” you state matter-of-factly, turning your back to him as you switch on the stove and set a pan on the lit burner.

Cooking has always been your responsibility. It was one of the things you brought to this relationship. And you liked being the one to keep Benny fed, never chiming in when the other Vandals’ wives and girlfriends mentioned how exhausting it was to satisfy their man’s grumbling stomach. You liked that Benny appreciated you for it. 

Now you wonder if subconsciously you believed that as long as you fed him, he’d stay by your side, regardless of his wild nature. Kind of like a puppy. But Benny Cross is no puppy.

“I should probably learn,” he says. “You know, for the kid.”

You hum, cracking an egg on the edge of the pan. “Maybe you should stick to learning how not to ditch your family,” you retort, and immediately your features twist in a wince.

You can’t believe you let those words out of your mouth. You’d been doing so well at holding in the little jabs and remarks, no matter how hard they’ve pushed at your sealed lips. Not to say a few of them haven’t slipped through in the last month, they have, but each time they did, you received instant punishment in the form of Benny’s heart crumbling right before your eyes.

He’s never tried to make you feel guilty about your slip-ups, but he can’t seem to hide his expressions around you anymore. Ever since Benny returned, he’s been different. Your husband who was once so stoic has untethered his emotions from the piece inside of him that, for years, refused to let them show. His affection is more outward now, but unfortunately, so is his pain. So you made a rule to stop doing that to him; stop catching him off guard with words of hurt during a time of pending forgiveness. What he did was damaging, yes, but it’s unfair to pick at him when he’s been doing everything he can to show you he has value to this family; things he never would have done before. 

He wakes earlier than you to clean the most-used areas of the house—a poorly done job; you still find dust in spaces dust should have easily been wiped up, but he tries. He found work at a mechanic’s shop not too far from the house, and surprisingly, he has yet to complain about it—a decent job was always something he physically and mentally shunned. He got rid of everything in the spare room and has begun painting the walls from the deep brown left over from the prior owners to a soft, light green that matches the baby blanket he brought you. It’s cute, and significantly better than you would have done without him. You would’ve been too stressed to put together a nice nursery.

Benny awkwardly clears his throat, breaking up your thoughts and bringing you back to the present. The lingering discomfort from your snide tone is palpable, heavy, just short of physically formed, and you can’t escape it. 

“I didn’t mean that,” you tell him as you flip the egg. 

The sizzle in the pan is louder as uncooked egg hits the heat, but you can still hear his deep breath, easily picturing the weak smile on his face when he softly says, “It’s ok. I deserve it.”

You’re about to protest, but he doesn’t give you the chance. 

“I was thinkin’ about goin’ to a meeting tonight,” Benny says. “You wanna come with me?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Oh…” he says, dejected. “It's been a while since you've been to one. I know you stopped goin’ when I was…away, so I thought…”

You set the spatula down and turn to face him, crossing your arms. “I wasn’t going to go without you. And considering everything, everyone just would have pitied me. I'm sure they still do.”

His blue eyes fall to the tiled floor. You know he hates that such a thought would enter your mind, but it’s not as if you’re capable of stopping it. He put you in a pitiful situation, and were the circumstances placed upon another woman, you would have felt those same feelings for her. 

“No one pities you, baby. I promise,” he says. “They miss you.” His head lifts so he can meet your stare. “But if you don’t want to go then I'll stay here with you. We can watch a movie or somethin’.”

Your eyes widen. “No!” you yelp. Benny’s head jerks back at the sudden outburst and you swallow to buy yourself time to sort your thoughts into words, but the best you come up with is: “You’re right, actually. We should go.”

“But you just–” His brow raises in skepticism. “Are you sure?”

If your options are club meeting surrounded by a large group of people or movie-watching with you and Benny alone, then yes, you are absolutely sure. The movie channels have rallied against you lately. Out of the five times you and Benny have watched a film since he came back, all five have been romances. All of them!

You don’t know if he scours the TV Guide without you noticing or if the television channels have simply rallied against you, but sitting beside your husband who you are trying not to give in to is made all the more difficult when watching Audrey Hepburn fall in love with George Peppard or Cary Grant or Greggory Peck for God's sake. You see them and it makes you forget things. You forget that you’re as upset as you are, and with Benny so close, your heart starts to pound and you can’t focus on anything else. You want to crawl right into his arms, let him hold you and kiss you and take you on the couch after what has felt like an eternity apart. But you can’t do that. It’s too soon. So no movies. 

“Positive,” you nod. 

An easy smile slides onto his face. “Well that’s great, baby. It'll be fun.”

“Yea. Sure.”

“Alright,” he says, standing. “I gotta get to the shop.”

He pauses as he passes by you, and you hold his gaze as he squashes the instinct to press his lips to your forehead. 

You weren’t married to Benny for long before he panicked and left—only a handful of months—but it was long enough for the two of you to develop your own set of rituals. And by the consistency and ease with which Benny performed those rituals, anyone would have assumed they’d been in place for decades. 

A kiss on the forehead after breakfast was one ritual. As was the bedtime cuddling with your leg slotted between his. And the way he’d stare at you in the mirror, his arms crossed and body leaning against the doorframe as he watched you brush your teeth with a grin on his face. 

But the one you miss the most is the hug from behind that you'd receive once he’d decided to come home for the night. He’d circle his arms around your waist and place a kiss on your neck, and then he’d chuckle because he was so determined to sneak up on you and give you a little scare but was never successful. You could feel him before he touched you, you could smell his cologne, but you didn’t want to ruin his fun, so you let him have hope that one day he would finally surprise you. 

Benny blows out a long breath through his nose. “I’ll see you tonight,” he mutters with a brief hint of a smile.

As the front door closes behind him, a carbon smell grabs your attention and you look over your shoulder at your breakfast. It’s charred, inedible, and you don’t even care, you just knock the pan off to the side to keep the house from burning down.

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“Well, thank the lord,” Betty’s voice travels across the bar as she and Kathy approach you and Benny. “We weren’t sure we’d ever see you again, honey.”

Kathy draws you into a tight hug that rips you from Benny’s side. “Things have not been the same with you gone,” she says as she leans back, rubbing her hands up and down your arms. She smiles so sweetly and you breathe a sigh of relief. These women were your friends and you feel guilty for abandoning them just because Benny abandoned you. “Come sit.”

“Benny Cross, we are stealin’ your wife,” Betty declares, “And you don't get to whine about it.” There’s a dash of vitriol in her tone that nibbles at your gut and you hope it’s simply an effect of the alcohol she must’ve had prior to your arrival. 

“Oh,” Benny says. You glance at him, at the disappointed look on his face—subtle, but there. He wanted you by his side tonight, but he’s not going to force you to deny their offer. “Ok.”

Kathy and Betty each take one of your hands and lead you to a small rounded table. It’s the centerpiece of the room, and as one of three surrounding it, so are you, unfortunately. As Betty sticks a cigarette in her mouth and Kathy takes a sip of her beer, your eyes scan the low-lit space. 

Stares from the men lining the walls burn your cheeks. You recognize only half of them—the Vets, as they’re known—and they give you their smiles and nods in a ‘welcome back’ gesture, Johnny, in particular, sporting a rare grin.

The others—the Newcomers; out-of-towners who came specifically to join the club—look at you with something else in their eyes. Amusement? Curiosity? They seem to know exactly who you are and enjoy a little too much putting a face to the name. You, however, don’t know a single one of them. They’d arrived shortly before Benny left, and while some faces, those with distinct features, you can recall from nuggets of your memory, you’ve never spoken to them. You never got their names. 

“Why this table?” you ask your friends.

“Best view of the pool table, obviously,” Betty chuckles after snapping Johnny’s lighter shut. She nudges her head in that direction. “Nothin’ wrong with lookin’, I say.”

Flanking the table are Cal, Wahoo, and Benny; Wahoo watching and chattering from the sidelines as Cal and Benny alternate between shots.

Benny edges from one side of the table to the other, sizing up his options. Then, cue in hand, cigarette dangling from his lips, he bends at the waist and lines up the shot. 

He’s so stupidly beautiful. The lamp hanging above the table illuminates him, defining his muscles by highlighting the hills and casting the valleys into shadow. A haze of smoke coats your view, but his pure essence and magnetism break through it like rays of sun through parted clouds. 

Benny’s eyes flick up to yours and he winks as he shoots, driving two balls directly into their nets. 

Your mouth goes dry. You swallow sandpaper, leaving your throat all raw and scratchy.

“So, how’ve you been, honey?” Betty asks, and you turn your head. “How've you been feelin’? How’s that nausea?”

“Yea,” Kathy adds, leaning in close as if seeking out a secret, “and how’s it been goin’ with him? Any trouble?”

“Um, I'm fine,” you say, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. “Nausea’s manageable. 

As far as Benny goes, there's no trouble,” you tell them, “It’s just–” You pause. 

What can you say? That you haven’t fully forgiven him even though he’s working so hard to be a good husband? That some of the things he’s doing around the house are swoon-worthy compared to what most men you know would do but you’re too stubborn to express the depth of your appreciation? Any woman would look at you like you’re insane. 

When you think about it like that, maybe you are insane. 

“I don't know,” you say with a shrug and a shake of your head. “It's hard to explain.”

“Well, according to Johnny, Benny’s worried each day in the house will be his last,” Betty says, blowing a stream of smoke off to the side. “That boy’s so afraid he’s gonna mess up and let you down again that I'm surprised he hasn't lost his marbles. I read in Life that bein’ that anxious wreaks havoc on the body and mind.”

Betty’s always reading something in Life, and a good portion of the time you are hesitant to take her seriously. Not necessarily because you don’t trust what the magazine reports, but that Betty tends to exaggerate for kicks. 

You have a feeling she’s not exaggerating this time.

Your face falls. 

“Don’t you feel bad about it for one second,” Kathy scolds, placing her hand on top of yours. “You’re well within your rights to make him earn his place.”

“I know, but I don’t want him to be scared that I'm going to–”

You’re cut off by a male voice slipping through a brief lull in the cacophony of noise.

“If she don’t want Benny no more, she can bring her sweet ass right on over to me,” a Newcomer says in a slurring mess. “I’d sure take better care of her than he did.”

Every soul in the room falls deadly silent—the only remaining sound being the melody of Elvis's Baby Let's Play House from the jukebox—and the world around you freezes.

Cigarettes are held over ashtrays, their ashes yet to be knocked off. Beer bottles are raised to lips without the satisfaction of a sip. The bartender’s rag has only wiped up half of a drunken man’s spill. No one is breathing and everyone’s eyes are glued to either the Newcomer or your husband. Yours are on Newcomer, watching his features shift and tick as he soaks in the weight of what he just said, and what it’s about to cost him. 

Kathy sighs. “Oh, god.” 

The whole bar hears her—impossible not to; you could hear a mouse skitter across the floor—and her words seem to carry with them the wave of a green flag, because a moment later, Benny rushes the guy and tackles him to the ground. 

Chaos erupts. All at once, shouts, curses, and hateful name-calling explode like the impact of a bomb. Nearly every man in the club is taking sides in the war between Newcomers and Vets. Fists fly into faces. Faces are shoved against walls. Walls are cracked from bodies slamming into them. There’s the distinct sound of bone meeting bone. Blood splatters across your table.

“Jesus, fellas!” Kathy snaps as she and Betty hop up, dragging you out of the danger zone. 

In a panic, your head whips in all directions. You can’t find Benny, but you need to find him and you need to find him now. 

You’ve seen him throw punches at races and members’ houses but this is too public a space, and if the cops are called, he can’t be caught fighting again. Nor can he risk having fingers pointed his way for instigating. He already has a record, and though you didn’t know him during his few stints behind bars, you know he has exhausted the sheriff's leniency. If you leave now, Johnny will come up with something to excise Benny’s participation should questions arise. 

You take a step forward but Kathy’s grip is tight. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” she shouts.

“To get my husband.”

Betty gapes. “Are you crazy? You're pregnant!” But you ignore her, shaking Kathy off and heading into the storm. “Johnny! Johnny, grab her!”

You weave through fight after fight, stopping short when a body lands at your feet, but he’s up and out of your way in an instant, and you continue dodging and ducking until you spot a blond head. From what you can see, there’s hardly a scratch on him. The same cannot be said for the drunk guy beneath him. 

Before you can move another inch, an arm circles your waist and jerks you back. 

“Hey!” you snap. “Let go!”

“Not a chance, sweetheart. You stay out of it,” Johnny says, lifting you off the ground and setting you down in a safer area. He puts his hands on your shoulders and dips his head to your eye level, locking on to your gaze. “I’ll get ‘im, ok? I’ll get ‘im. Stay right here.”

You nod in agreement, your brows knitted and teeth chewing on your bottom lip. 

From this location, you have a better view of your husband and the friend who is trying and failing to break up the fight. Johnny yanking on Benny’s dominant arm is not enough to stop the attacks. Neither is the forearm locked around his neck. 

When Cal notices Johnny’s struggle, he pushes his opponent into a table and races over to take hold of Benny’s other bicep. Together they pull him off the man whose face no longer resembles a human’s. It’s a bloody mess. His nose is dented in, eyes swollen shut, lips split and mouth hanging open to reveal an empty space where a tooth used to be. 

Benny’s chest heaves. Murder is in his glare. He jerks against his restraints but struggles to break free with the force of two men weighing him to the ground. 

Then Johnny mutters something in Benny’s ear that immediately halts his thrashing. His breathing slows. The fire fades from his irises, returning them to their soft cerulean, and his eyes tear away from the beaten man to dart around the room in search of you. 

As Benny spots you, Johnny's lips move, seemingly forming the words ‘Get outta here,’ before he pats Benny on the chest and lets him rise to his feet. 

Benny comes to you and without stopping grasps your hand and leads you out of the bar.

— 

“You think you fractured anything?” You ask as you slide the key into the lock and turn.

Benny stretches and flexes his fingers. “No,” he answers, trailing into the house behind you and shutting the front door. “Are you upset with me?” 

He’s been wanting to ask that question since you left the bar. As he'd placed the helmet on your head and clipped the strap under your chin, you'd observed his lips, how they were parting as if to speak but unable to get anything out. And when he'd helped you off the bike in front of the house, his expression was far away, his jaw shifting, teeth clenching—the look of your husband in intense thought. 

At least he finally spit it out. Normally, he would have run his fingers through his hair and sighed, opting not to bother you with the question; a behavior that used to drive you crazy. It took weeks after you met for you to accept that while Benny was willing to share a lot with you—things he didn’t intend to share with anyone; a life, for instance—there were things best not to pester him into revealing. 

So you’re a patient partner. If it needs to be said or asked, it’ll be said or asked. And you're glad he decided this was one question that needed to be asked.

You sigh, hanging your jacket on the rack, and Benny follows, selecting the hook closest to yours. 

“I mean, you nearly killed him,” you say as you make your way to the back of the living room and open the closet that houses the first aid kit. 

On tippy toes, you can barely brush your fingers along the metal tin, and you grumble each time you unintentionally push it a little further back on the shelf.

A muscled arm reaches above your head to grab the kit. Benny places it in your hands before stepping back into the seating area and dropping down onto the footstool, his standard perch when you’re fixing him up. 

Blue eyes are glued to your body as you take a seat on the couch. 

You pull the lid off of the tin and riffle through it for the small bottle of alcohol—you’ll have to buy more soon, it’s getting low—and a clean rag. With the alcohol-soaked fabric at the ready, you slip your fingers under his warm palm, bring his hand close, and get to work dabbing the wounds and wiping off some of the dried blood. He doesn’t so much as hiss at the shot of pain that makes any other human groan and pinch their eyes tight.

“He was out of line,” he tells you.

“I’m not saying he wasn’t out of line, but I really don't need you getting in trouble and being taken away from me, Benny.” You’re focused on his injury, but out of the corner of your eye, he winces in shame. “Besides, he was just mouthing off.”

“Mouthin’ off about my wife.”

With a huff, you drop your joined hands onto your lap and shoot him a look. “I know, but do you honestly believe what he said could ever happen? Do you think I would leave you for some other man?”

You ask with the full expectation of a whip-quick reply—‘of course not, baby’—but Benny adam’s apple bobs, and his teeth clench as his eyes flit to the undoubtedly less interesting carpet.

“Benny…?”

He runs his uninjured hand down his face and looks up at you. “C'mon, baby, it's not that wild of a thought. Not after what I did to you,” he says, his thumb slowly running over your knuckles. “You are so much better than anything I should be allowed to have. But me? You could throw a rock in any direction and you'd hit a man better than me. One that wouldn’t have panicked and left you pregnant and alone for six weeks.”          

You shake your head. “That’s not true.”   

“It is true.”

“It is not, and even if it was, I don't want another man,” you confess. A beat passes as you exhale heavily to stave off the stinging of oncoming tears. “It hurts that you left, but I am working through it, we are working through it, ok? You’re not going to lose me, Benny Cross. Not unless you leave me.”

“I'm never leavin’ you,” he says. 

You place your free hand on his cheek. “Then you’re never losing me.”

Benny swallows hard and scans your face—each and every feature—lingering on your lips before meeting your eyes. As your thumb strokes his cheekbone, he wraps his fingers around your wrist, turns his head, and presses a kiss to your palm. 

“Baby, I miss you so much,” he mutters, his brows pinched in anguish. “I miss touchin’ you. I miss holdin’ you. I miss sleepin’ next to you.” He lightly shakes his head. “I know I don’t deserve you, and I sure as hell don’t deserve our baby, but I fuckin’ miss you.”

The unit that is your heart and body and soul feels as if it’s being cleaved in two. This isn’t what the past month of your lives was meant to be about. It was supposed to be about building trust, not dishing out punishment. And yes, you’ve messed up before, said things that weren’t fair, but keeping him at arm's length is more than that. It’s a deeper pain. Stronger. More potent. Not just for him, but for you as well, and now you can’t quite see the point anymore. Staying away from his touch does not help anything if what you want at the end of the day is to be together. And that is what you want. 

When you touch your lips to his for the first time in almost three months, you whimper. You whimper and you melt and the tears want to come back because it’s so much easier to resist desire when you haven’t entertained it in a while. But now you’ve given in. You’re tasting him like you used to, tasting the remnants of gin and cigarettes and the blueberry pie you made for dessert, and it’s all Benny. Benny, who is so shocked that you’ve kissed him that it takes a handful of seconds before he kisses you back and becomes the Benny you know. And then he’s curling his arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap, and his hands are everywhere. Squeezing your thighs, sliding over your ass, tracing up your spine, holding the back of your neck to guide you closer so he can kiss you harder, and yea, you are never depriving yourself of your husband again.

Benny stands, taking you with him, supporting your weight as he keeps kissing you and you keep kissing him. He blindly turns and settles into the comfort of the couch with your legs on either side of his hips. 

You lean back, breaking the connection of your lips. “Benny.”

He’s staring at you like you’re hypnotic, mesmerizing. Like he’s drunk on kisses. His fingers trace the curvature of your face. A thumb ghosts over the swollen pillows of your mouth. 

“Yea, baby,” he says, voice gravelly, just above a whisper.

“Do you want to be back in our bed?”

Benny stiffens and he blinks away that glazed-over expression. “You mean it?” He asks. You nod. 

“Are you gonna be in the bed too?” he says, sifting his fingers through your hair. “We're not just swappin’, are we?”

You smile. “No, we aren't swapping,” you promise him, your forehead falling against his. “I'm making room.”

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A/N: I kind of want to do a time jump Part 3 with lots of Dad!Benny stuff. Let me know if you’d be interested in reading that. Thanks :)

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A Date (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader Pt 3)

Thank you so much for all your kind words, likes and reblogs on my last two posts! You guys are keeping me so entertained with the comments!

Ugh I rewrote this like 3 times :( I just couldn't get it right and I'm still not sure how I feel about it OH WELL

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 2.2K

Summary- You were sure you'd never see Benny Cross again. . . you were wrong.

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“Benny’s been asking for ya.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you nearly dropped the receiver into the bowl of cake batter. Kathy’s statement came out of left field, the two of you having been discussing the latest news on the block – what kind of lipstick Sheryl Dickie uses that somehow always lasts an entire night of bar hopping. “What?”

“Yeah, says he’s real desperate to ask you somethin’,” Kathy’s tone was flippant, but you’ve known her long enough to hear the excitement she’s hiding in her voice.

“What could he possibly have to talk to me about?” You asked as you set the whisk down and moved around the kitchen counter to peak down the hallway towards the living room where you knew your father sat in his large recliner, watching a rerun of Bonanza. 

“I dunno, maybe you should come to another meetin’ so you can find out.”

“No, I’m not going to anymore of those.” you declared firmly, yanking the cord so that the phone was up to your other ear. “I don’t know how you can stand being around those guys.”

Kathy laughed, the static spiking. “C’mon, they’re fun, and you know it. Did you tell your parents how you got to ride on the back of a Vandal’s bike, and not just any Vandal!”

“No!” you squeaked. “And they’re never going to know. It was a one-time thing.”

“It doesn’t have to be. They’re having another meetin’ tonight. I’m sure Benny could pick you up–”

“Well, I can’t tonight,” you cut her off. “I have plans.”

“What plans?”

“My date.”

“Date?” Kathy asked, voice lowering dubiously. “With who?”

“Pete,” you said quietly. 

“Who?” she asked again.

You sighed. “Pete? The guy from Mama’s church?” 

Pete was introduced to you last week by your mother who was introduced to him by his mother. It was a train of people who wanted to matchmake, to see young love blossom before their eyes, even if it was forced. Pete was nice enough and he had kind eyes that sat behind wide-rimmed glasses. You’d been on one other date with him. He was an engineering student in his first year and he talked a lot about his school. He liked school. And he liked to golf nearly every weekend (his family belonged to the country club on the upper side of town). And mostly – he talked a lot about himself. He seemed to really like himself too.

“Oh, okay.” Kathy sounded unimpressed.

“My family really likes him. My dad likes him.”

“Yeah?” 

At her unenthusiastic response, you added quickly, “And I’m excited!”

“Is that why you’re stress-baking?” Kathy inquired as if she could sense it.

You glance down at the bowl of cake batter. No, it wasn’t, actually. You weren’t nervous to go on your second date with Pete; he didn’t make her nervous, didn’t fill your belly with those pesky butterflies. Pete was . . . just Pete. No, you were stress-baking because of a certain blonde Bikerider whose ocean blue eyes wouldn’t leave your thoughts all night. You were up, tossing and turning, replaying every moment with him like a broken record. It was one ride, the logical side of your mind had to say, and you’ll never see him again. You allowed yourself the rest of the night to think about him, and then you wouldn’t set aside any more time. 

In theory, it was a nice strategy. But when you woke up today, your thoughts were absolutely clouded with him and his incredibly direct eye-contact and his deeply rich voice and his hand touching your thigh and his lips encasing the cigarette—

You were doing it again! It had been one ride! One ride and a few hours. One ride where your arms wrapped so tightly to his solid form. One ride where he showed you places you’d never seen before, from a point of view you’d never been before. One ride where you felt as though you were seeing the world in a whole new light. One ride that you couldn’t get out of your head.

“Yes, because of Pete,” you replied evenly. “And I’m going to have a good time with him tonight.”

There’s a smile in her voice when she says, “Okay, sure. Say, what restaurant did ya say he was takin’ you?”

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Thanking the driver, you stepped out of the cab, your heels connecting softly with the concrete of the sidewalk. Taking a moment to smooth any wrinkles on your pink dress, your gaze fluttered across the street to the restaurant Pete told you to meet him at. 

Ricardo’s was one of the most expensive restaurants in town, somewhere you never found yourself frequenting, but Pete absolutely gushed about their food. Coming from old money, Pete had no hesitation picking here for your second date. Pete’s family was well off, that’s what your mother liked to point out. He was a good boy with good money. He would provide for you, buy you a nice house with a picket fence in the front yard. A safe bet for the same routine life that nearly all the women of your family had spanning back several generations.

You made your way across the street, eyes taking in the lineup of expensive cars parked out front: Mercedes, Rolls Royce, Cadillac . . . Harley-Davidson motorcycle. You did a double-take at the shiny metal glinting underneath the streetlamp, eyes traveling upwards to the figure leaning casually against it. He was looking at the restaurant, head turned to give a generous view of his profile, and he hadn’t noticed you yet. For a split second, you considered taking advantage of that and booking it into the front door before he had a chance to stop you. But some deeply intrinsic part of you yearned to memorize every detail of him and you simply couldn’t look away. As a moth drawn to flame, you were drawn to him, to the golden streaks of his hair, down to the strong slope of his nose, the curve where his top lip sat so perfectly against the bottom – even with the cigarette tucked between. He wore long sleeves under his club jacket and the same distressed jeans from your last encounter. Half shrouded in the darkness of night, with the orange glow of the streetlight nearest to him, he looked like a beacon of mystery. Abandoning your previous course, you turned and approached him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked once you were close enough for him to hear you. 

Benny turned and a smile broke out over his features, eyes sweeping down your figure. “Do you dress like that all the time or only when you’re gonna see me?” He asked, nodding to your dress and heels. 

You stopped about 6 feet away from him (a reasonable distance), hopping up onto the sidewalk. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

“What a chance encounter,” he proclaimed with a secretive wink that sent your stomach on a roller coaster ride. 

“Chance encounter, or Kathy’s loose lips?” you quipped and he rubbed a hand over his mouth to keep from smiling, fingers grazing through the blonde, recently-trimmed facial hair.  

“Why are you here?” You asked again, this time a touch quieter.  

“Well, I have a coupon,” he replied simply.

You couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips, your brows raising incredulously. “A coupon? To Ricardo’s?”

“Mm-hm,” he nodded, straight-faced.

You rolled your eyes at his antics. He had a coupon, your ass. A well-dressed elderly couple walked past you both on the sidewalk, each shooting a look of disapproval toward the dirty young man leaning against his death machine. Benny seemed not to notice them, his gaze still on you. 

“Why are you here?” he questioned.

“I–I have a date,” you replied and desperately tried to ignore the heat rising to your face at the admission. “But something tells me you already know that.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, looking down to the ground for all of five seconds before his gaze flashed back up to you. “Wanna go for a ride, Little Bunny?”

“What? No.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Why not?”

“Well, I just told you I'm here for a date,” you replied with a tilt of your head. 

Benny shrugged. “So?”

You shook your head but he continued, “Why are you wastin’ your time with dates when we’re gonna be married anyway?”

Your mouth fell open in surprise. The nerve on this guy! Part of you was surprised that he still had it in his head of marrying you. You thought maybe he had a few too many beers last night or was just smooth-talking you so that you’d let him sleep with you. But here he was, showing up on the sidewalk, giving you those puppy eyes. You’d already denied him once. Could he not take a hint?

“I don’t recall you ever asking.” you pointed out, feeling emboldened by his casual attitude. 

He perked up at that, tossing the remainder of his cigarette to the ground. “You want me to ask?”

You fought to remain neutral-faced at his playfulness. “No, thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me . . . I have a date.” One that you were excited about before you caught sight of Benny and your train of thoughts completely derailed.

Benny held his hands up in a conciliatory way and you turned on your heel, leaving him out on the streets as you made your way inside.

******

The clock on the far wall seemed to be mocking you, minutes ticking by mercilessly. You resisted looking at it, instead planting your chin in the palm of your hand as you watched the door, waiting for Pete’s familiar face to appear. It had been over an hour. He was over an hour late for your date. 

Each time the waitress returned to fill your glass of water, you told yourself a new lie. He was just stuck at work, he’ll be here soon. He was running behind getting ready, he’ll be here soon. There must have been an emergency, he’ll be here soon. He wouldn’t stand you up, he’ll be here soon. 

But as the seconds passed, you sunk further and further into your seat, humiliation forming a ball in your stomach. Surely, he had gotten his days mixed up? He really seemed to enjoy your first date, so why was he nowhere to be seen. Every time someone walked through the front door, the little bell chiming above, you glanced up, certain it would be him. But it never was. At first, you were angry. How could he have the audacity to leave you hanging without so much as calling you before he left if he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it. Then a bitter thought came to mind: what if he stood you up because he didn’t want to go out with you again. What if you weren't good enough for him. You had spent your whole life on the never ending hamster wheel of trying to be good enough for everyone else. Was your hard work even noticed?

Recognizing the sting of unshed tears, you looked down at the napkin folded neatly in your lap, blinking rapidly in an attempt to get control of yourself. The bell chimed over the front door, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look over at it, not wanting to feel the crushing disappointment of another wealthy customer walking inside and not your date. 

Then a flash of dark clothing popped across from you and you looked up just as Benny Cross slid into the empty seat. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. He leaned forward, elbows of his leather jacket propped over the tablecloth.

“Pete not show?” he asked, expression solemn. 

Your ears burned and you shook your head. Too preoccupied by your embarrassment, it didn’t even occur to you that you had never told him Pete’s name. 

He frowned and he genuinely appeared upset. Unable to maintain his direct gaze, you glanced away and caught the eyes of everyone else in the restaurant staring wide-eyed at the two of you. You realized that it was Benny who they were gawking at. And you didn’t seem to notice until now that he looked totally out of place with his worn clothes and dirty hands. As if sensing their not-so-subtle staring, Benny turned and looked about the room.

“What’s with all the stiff shirts in here?” he asked, sending you a conspiratorial glance. “I think they might be intimidated by you.”

“Me?” You furrowed your brow. It definitely wasn’t you they were looking at. In fact, the only person who was staring at you was Benny. 

“Yeah, I bet they’ve never seen anyone as pretty as you. Most people haven’t and they don't know how to act when they do.” He grinned and you had to look down at your lap as heat rose to your face.  

“I guess Pete wouldn’t agree,” you muttered quietly, feeling the anger in your heart fizzle out to meer disappointment. 

“Fuck Pete,” Benny said passionately, causing an elderly woman behind you to gasp and you giggled, shocked at his language. Benny was bad, he was trouble . . . but he was also fun, and you couldn’t hide your eagerness as he leaned his arms across the table, moving closer to address you privately. 

“You wanna get out of here, Bunny?” His question sent a gust of anticipation through your veins. 

“Yeah,” you admitted, smiling shyly. 

He stood quickly and you followed in suit. Then he did something that caused a wave of butterflies to roll through your stomach; he reached out and clasped his hand with you, interlocking fingers tightly. You grinned, excitement making you feel light and airy as he pulled you through the restaurant, past all the staring faces and harsh whispers and out the door into the night which felt alive with a whole new feeling of possibilities. 

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I’m obsessed with these benny reads coming in I keep checking for more😭 I wonder if anyone’s going to do a Johnny fic or one shots cause Tom hardy as Johnny also made me happy 😭😂

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The Lucky One

Benny across x reader

Warnings - jealous!reader, some swearing, smoking, mentions of smut, fluff

Word count - 2351

a/n - ngl I wanted to add smut but it just didn’t seem like it fit, also we need more benny imagines ppl👀 i hope you all enjoy :)

“I’ve told you this before, and I’ll tell you again – you are one lucky girl,” Kathy tells you from her spot next to you, nodding in Benny’s direction. “Or should I say that he’s the lucky one?”

You laugh as you follow her eyes, looking at Benny playing pool with some of the other Vandals in the corner. Just like any other weekend, you find yourself in this bar with all the other girlfriends as you watch Benny try to win a game of pool.

From the low lighting of the room, you couldn’t deny how good he looked as he leaned against the pool table, waiting his turn. You felt warmth bubble in your stomach, but you casually dismissed it. 

You definitely weren’t the only one who thought this, though, because some of the random floating girls had his eyes on him as well, staring at his tattooed arms that shined from the thin layer of sweat covering them. Some of them were even bold enough to go up to Benny and throw themselves at you, knowing that he was taken, but not caring. 

Everyone once in a while, Benny would find your eyes and shake his head in amusement from the unwanted attention.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you smile at her.

“Whatever you say. All I know is that it will always amaze me that Benny somehow convinced you to go out with him, “ she shakes her head in fake disappointment. “What a shame.”

Another laugh makes its way past your lips, causing you to choke on your drink. Kathy wasn’t dating anyone from the Vandals, but she hung around them a lot since she was close with some of the members – and of course because you were always around.

You turn around once you feel a presence sit down in the seat on the other side of you, revealing Benny who is already looking back at you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders as he gives you a wink.

“What are you saying to her now, Kathy?” he asks with a smile as he looks past you to look at her.

“Nothing she didn’t already know,” she shrugs, giving you a sly smile.

“Whis is…?” Benny raises an eyebrow at her.

“It’s girl talk. We can’t tell you, and you wouldn’t want to know either,” you chime in before Kathy could answer. She is notorious for saying something that would get under his skin, but it’s not like it's unwarranted because Benny does the same thing right back to her.

Benny’s about to say something else when someone interrupts him. You all turn to look at Cockroach and Benny’s ex, Kay. Well, it’s not really his ex because they didn’t really date, it’s just a girl he used to ‘have relations’ with a while ago and who is a regular at the bar.

You shoot Kathy a knowing look, to which she returns, before looking back at the standing pair.

“Hey, Benny, a few of us are headed out to have a smoke. Do you want to join?” Cockroach asks, as he playfully shakes Benny’s shoulders. He holds out a cigarette for Benny to take, Benny’s ex gives you a smile before looking over at Benny, giving him a hopeful one and wanting him to say yes.

“Sure,” Benny answers as he grabs the cigarette from his friend’s hand before looking at you and asking, “Do you want to join?”

You shake your head at the offer. He knows you hate smoking and only put up with it because of him, but he didn’t want to leave you out.

“No, you go ahead,” you tell him.

Benny nods, before getting up from his seat and following a small group. You watch as they walk away and out the double doors, though you could still see them through the glass window.

“Why didn’t you go with him?” Kathy asks as the two of you look outside. “If I was you and a girl my man used to have sex with and offered him to smoke, I would be right behind him.”

“It’s not like he’s completely out of my eyesight,” you tell her, your eyes still on Benny. You watch as he accepts a lighter Kay offers, leaning down to light the cigarette with it still in his mouth. He takes a deep breath in and then slowly exhales, a cloud of smoke floating out of his mouth.

“I’m not doubting him, believe me that man loves you too much to even give someone else a chance. I’ve never seen him like this. I am doubting that girl though.”

“I’m not too worried about her,” you point out, but you feel your body contradict itself as you watch Kay laugh at something and place a hand on Benny’s arm to keep herself steady.

You don’t know much about Kay, but from what you’ve seen around the hangout, she seemed nice. Well, nice enough. It’s not like she and Benny broke off on bad terms either, they just stopped seeing each other since Benny had decided to leave town for a couple months. And it’s not like she isn’t attractive.

That had always been one of your biggest fears when it came to your relationship – Benny just deciding to up and leave you without a moment’s notice, or just randomly drop you from his life. He seemed to be pretty happy and content with you, though, always wanting to be around you. That didn’t stop that fear from lingering in the back of your head.

You shake your head, an attempt to make your thoughts disappear, and take a sip from the drink you had been nursing.

Throughout the night, you stay around Kathy. The two of you have a couple more drinks as you both decide to play some rounds at the pool table since most of the guys had walked away. Some of the guys you and Kathy did  like were around to play as well. You joined in on some of the bets and even ended up winning some money, but some of the guys got upset.

While all of this was happening, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking out of the window at Benny. It was mainly to admire him, but you can’t deny the fact that you were trying to read everyone’s lips through the glass. I mean, you couldn’t help yourself. It seemed like Kay was constantly laughing at things Benny would say and vice versa. Then again, they could be pity laughs. You hope they were just pity laughs.

Benny didn’t come back inside until the night ended and people were beginning to head home. He said his goodbyes, even to Kay, before coming back inside and searching for you. His eyes land on you near the pool table with Kathy and he makes his way towards you, grabbing your jacket and his.

“You ready to go?” you hear Benny ask from behind you.

“Oh, yeah. I guess it is late,” you turn around to look at him, no Kay in sight. You put the pool stick back in its spot, Kathy doing the same. 

He hands you your jacket before putting on his leather one as you all exit the bar. 

“You two be careful getting home,” Kathy tells the two of you, mostly to Benny as a warning. He rolls his eyes in response.

“Relax, Kathy, she’ll be fine,” Benny says, handing you a helmet before starting the engine of his motorcycle.

You watch as Kathy walks away, heading towards one of the Vandals already on their bikes and asks for a ride home. You give her a wave as Benny pulls off, before wrapping your arms around his waist, hoping he doesn’t do anything too reckless on the way home.

You hate that you feel this way about Benny staying outside practically the whole night. It’s not like it’s a new thing for him since it's common to see some of the Vandals outside enjoying a cigarette. It’s just that you weren’t a huge fan of Kay being in his company, for an extended period of time at that. 

Again though, you shouldn’t care because he’s going home with you tonight and not her, but you still do.

When the two of you arrive back to your place, you quickly dismount the bike and head inside to take a shower, not wanting Benny to see your face because there’s no doubt that he’ll be able to see right through you. 

You hope he doesn’t try to join you in the shower either, since you’re not particularly in the mood at the moment. Thankfully he doesn’t and just sprawls out on the bed and waits for his turn in the bathroom.

While Benny’s in the shower, you decide to go downstairs and make a cup of tea to help you relax – reading a random newspaper while you wait for the water to boil on the stove. Hopefully this will help you get over the petty thoughts in your mind.

“I forgot to ask you, the guys are having this picnic in a couple of days and I was wondering if you wanted to come?” you hear Benny ask as he enters the kitchen. You glance out of the corner of your eye and take in his appearance – he’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top with his hair still damp.

“Yeah,” you answer, keeping your eyes on the paper on the counter. “Who’s going to be there? everyone?”

He starts listing off some names.

“And Kay?” you ask.

“I guess so, yeah,” Benny blinks, confused as to why you asked, but choosing to ignore it. 

It’s silent for a moment, neither of you saying anything next. Then you hear the sound of boiling water, so you move from leaning against the counter to pour the water into a cup, the tea bag already sitting inside.

Behind you, Benny is staring at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sensing something is up and trying to figure out what. He didn’t do anything tonight, at least he doesn’t think he did, so why did you seem upset? Was it because of someone back at the bar, one of the Vandals?

“What’s up with you?” Benny asks with a tilt of his head.

“Nothing, why?” you shrug, giving the water in a cup a small stir before grabbing your newspaper to read again.

“Because you’ve barely said anything since we left the bar, so what is it?” he asks as he steps closer to you.

“I just said something.”

“Oh wow, four whole sentences,” he sarcastically says. “I’m serious.”

You take a deep breath. “I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

Benny doesn’t believe it for a second. He steps closer to you and takes the newspaper from your hands, wanting you to look at him. He was going to get to the bottom of this.

“What are you doing?” you turn to look at him.

“No, what are you doing? What’s up with this little mood you’re in?”

“Benny, please, it’s too late for this,” you roll your eyes and turn away, reaching for your cup. So much for relaxation.

Benny takes that from your hands too, moving everything out of your reach and using his body to press you against the counter. It took him a minute, but he thinks he has an answer.

“What’s your problem?”

“Why did you ask if Kay was going to the picnic?” 

“I didn’t know it was a problem for me wanting to know who’s attending,” you fold your arms across your chest, you glare up at him.

“It’s not, but you never ask about her. So what is it really?”

“What are you trying to accuse me of?”

“We both know what,” Benny leans down closer to your face, placing his arms on the counter on both sides of you. “I just need you to say it.”

“Fuck you,” you stare into his eyes, his gaze just as intense.

And fuck him for being able to read you like a book.

“So it’s true, then?” He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

There was no way in hell you were going to say you were jealous.

But Benny will. “There’s no need for this facade anymore. You’re jealous, and that’s okay,” He smirks.

You just stare back at him, your jaw clenched and slightly embarrassed.

“And what’s even funnier is that it’s because of someone like her,” he laughs.

You don’t say anything, but look away from his gaze.

“Oh come on, baby, don’t be like that,” He told you, moving his head to try and meet your gaze, but you don’t budge and continue to stare at the wall. “You would think that the fact that I’m sleeping in the house with you is confirmation enough that you’re the one I care for. Not to mention the countless times I’ve left you speechless in the bedroom.”

“Benny!” you gasp, shoving him away from you, but he just comes right back. 

“What made you jealous of her?” He questions, his smirk disappearing and his face becoming more serious.

“Nothing important,” you tell him, trying to get him to drop this conversation. You really were tired, and buddy wanted to go to sleep after an eventful night, but it’s Benny.

“No, no, no. Tell me,” He shakes his head before adding, “Don’t make me force it out of you.”

You hesitate for a moment. “She was practically all over you outside the bar, and you didn’t seem to have a problem with it,” you admit.

“I noticed that too, but I didn’t want to make a scene,” he says and you shoot him another glare. “But since you seem to care so much, I’ll remember to make one next time.”

He glanced down at your lips for a second before leaning in to close the gap between the two of you, but you move your head out of the way and press your finger against his lips.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” He mumbles. “What now?”

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Omg in bikeriders when Kathy explains how you can’t move on to someone else after being with an outlaw like benny, I feel like that would make a good read

How he just ups and leaves and you genuinely can’t move on even though he’s gone for the year and he comes back and asks if you have and you have to explain how you couldn’t 😚✌🏽

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Just been to see the bikeriders OMGGGG GUYSSSS okay okay

Austin just phenomenal no words

Tom hardy was unrelllllllllllll

But the BEST Jodie comer she acc slayed like unreal and the end it shows the real pictures they got the movie SPOT ON

It was 1000/10

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Is it possible for someone to write thisssss

You and Austin butler were childhood sweethearts and ended up having a baby young before his rise to fame, before the elvis role, you but left him during the pregnancy and refuse to get back with him because of the publicity stunts he has to do aka the girls and hectic life

He doesn’t keep you or the baby a secret you just put out that you have a healthy co parenting relationship. But really behind closed doors it kills Austin not to be with you it makes him even question his career choice at times, the final straw is when you have your first date ever since the baby and have to ask Austin to watch your child, he comes round and is confused as to why your dressed up which you explain, he basically looses his shit he’s angry jealous ( I love jealous Austin ) not a happy bunny, maybe goes through the emotions quickly stuttering doesn’t believe what your telling him then he’s upset demands you have to give it another go because he can’t let this happen you and the baby are his family, gives a big speech maybe even rings your date up himself to cancel 😭

If someone anyone could do as a one shot I’d love ❤️❤️