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[reveluving]

TOO. MANY. FAVORITE PARTS.

I CAN'T EVEN.

He wasn't massive by any means, he didn't look like he was on steroids, he looked homegrown, and that was bad, really bad because the girl was a sucker for homegrown and homemade things, including men if that even makes any damn sense.

"You can't even remember how to spell your own name, Benny," Jax snarks and Tangy looks at Benny in confusion, he immediately flushes, "I was six! And it was one time!"

She's swept off her feet by Benny then, who spins her around and is cheesing like he won the lottery. And if a small grey cloud could materialise on top of Jax's head and rain on him, it would.

I'D BE HERE ALL THE DAMN DAY TRYING TO SHARE MY HONORABLE MENTIONS. Babygirl, dearest, honey bun, this was so, so, so, so, SO GOOD.

Benny?? Jax??? Cousins???? VANILLA MILKSHAKE??

Don't get me started on the spicy scene, LAWD. Benny having the huge hots for Tangy that he couldn't hold it in? Jax being a little shit because his cousin and Tangy had a night together (knowing that if he was in Benny's shoes, he might do the same)?

Peak. Writing. Literally a booster for the weeks I've had 😭🤲🏼💐✨️

Close asshat cousins Jax Teller and Benny Miller swinging at one another (or others wink wink) in the ring for babygirl's giggles, smiles, hands, body, WHATEVER, would be so HILARIOUS and hawt at the same, mama—I mean, WHAT.

WHO SAID THAT.

Vanilla Milkshake

Jax Teller (SOA) x fem!reader | Benny Miller (Triple Frontier) x fem!reader

+18 mdni

10.5k words

tw: Jealousy, Protective Jax, Not Beta Read, Banter, Flirting, Making Out, Strength Kink, Frottage, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Vaginal Fingering, Coming Untouched, Fighting, Attempt at Humor, Aftercare, Fluff, Hair-pulling, Soft/Sweet Benny, Bathing/Washing, Jax Teller and Ben Miller are Cousins, Dom/sub Undertones, Teasing, Scents & Smells, One Night Stands, Out of Character (possibly because it's been a while since I watched the movie, and I'm almost done with s1 of soa and It's been a while since the last ep I watched), Crossovers

summary: Jax invites the prettiest girl in town to a fight, where she meets a handsome stranger that makes her feel all sorts of exciting things. Jax's not too happy about it, especially since it feels like a personal betrayal, considering the stranger's his damn cousin.

Reader is referred to as Tangy (nickname by Jax because she smells good, like tangerines), pronouns are she/her, genitals are referred to as hole and pussy.

a/n: this is for my baby @reveluving <3 I really hope I was able to deliver what you wanted. Also im sorry for any spelling mistakes. Thank you for pulling me out of writers block. Sometimes I felt a little rusty writing this, so I hope it doesn't show! :) Here's another one for the garrett girlies! Cheers!

Charming is usually quiet, especially at night. But that is if you aren't anywhere near the Sons of Anarchy.

Every week or so, the Sons gather up to throw a boxing match, usually just to bet to try and make some money, drink a shit ton of booze and watch their friends get the shit beaten out of them. They tend to get really rowdy, and immediately scatter if the police ever showed up, which doesn't happen as much as it should for some reason.

It also means that people from out of town show up looking to make some cash on their fighters as well.

Jax used to fight, a lot, when he would burn with excess energy and would try to get in as much trouble as physically possible. And when he couldn't for whatever reason, he'd beg to be put in the ring and come out with two black eyes, a busted lip and a shit-eating grin on his face. It satiates him for a good three weeks until he gets the itch to punch and get punched until he sees stars.

Jax's special girl never comes to these things, but tonight he invited her. She agreed after he assured her there would be a bench for them to sit, apparently she didn't want some drunk idiot stepping on her shoes or spilling his beer down her back, not like Jax would let it slide if that ever happened, she may not be technically his girl, but soon (he hasn't even asked her out yet).

That night outside, behind their local gym, the boxing ring was set up and a generous amount of people were in the audience. The girl was sitting with her bag in her lap, and Jax was sat with his body angled towards her, their knees and shoulders touching. He really didn't need to be that close but apparently, how else is he meant to sit to be protecting her? It was strategic! Totally innocent and very serious because he'd hate for anything to happen to her, and especially since he likes to feel the heat of her body radiating off her and to be so close that he can smell her fruity shampoo off her hair and see the shimmer of her lipgloss.

She was so damn adorable, she was frowning a little too, clearly concerned about the health and safety of the fighters.

"Hey," Jax couldn't help but smile, throwing his arm around her shoulder and squeezing her to his side.

"What?" She said, still staring at the referee explain the rules to the two men before they start punching each other.

"What're you looking worried for, baby?"

She shrugged and finally turned to look at him, Jax watched her inhale sharply and squeeze her thighs, lifting and dropping her bag back on her lap, trying to pretend like his little pet name didn't make her tingle. "Well, I don't see the appeal in getting your shit rocked for sport,"

"Well, it's for sport,"

"Yeah, but it can't feel good the next day,"

"Sure, but it's like— It's like sex, it can feel good, but, if can also hurt so bad it feels good," Jax spoke right in her ear while the audience shouted and cheered around them as one of the men hit the ground with a thud, dripping with sweat and a little blood from his brow.

"Sex and getting punched by Mark the lumberjack is not the same," She rolled her eyes and huffed when Jax leaned down and dug his teeth in the crook of her neck. She wasn't really annoyed and Jax knew that, so when she pushed his face away with her hand, he laughed and licked her palm making her squeal in juvenile disgust, "Jax! Ew!"

She made a show of wiping her wet palm on his thigh, over his dark denim while he laughed.

The girl sighed and Jax quickly planted a kiss to her cheek, "Sorry,"

"Get me a drink, I'm thirsty," She said and Jax immediately stood up, "What do you want?"

"Whatever's good," She shrugged and Jax nodded, "Alright, stay here,"

She had a small smile on her lips when Jax turned around and left to go fetch her a drink. When he was out of sight, she turned back to the fight and opened her bag without looking, when her fingers felt plastic she dug her fingers inside it and finally glanced down. After a couple of seconds of looking around, she grabbed a lollipop, the one that was Sour Apple flavoured. She looked back at the fight right as the two fighters are trying to choke each other out.

When she couldn't open the package with her fingers, she huffed and started gnawing on the plastic covered hard sweet. The plastic finally ripped and she pulled it apart with her fingers, shoving the wrapper in her bag and right as the lollipop hit her tongue, a dark figure obstructed her view of the ring.

With her tongue out and the round green lollipop on it, she slowly trailed her eyes up, and when she couldn't make up a face she shoved the lollipop in her mouth and moved it to inside of her left cheek, then grabbed the bench with one hand and the other on her bag as she leaned back, tilting her neck to make out the face of the idiot blocking her view.

When her eyes readjusted to the change of light, she just glared up at the man until a weird feeling fluttered in her stomach, "Do I know you?"

"Uh, no, I'm sorry if I scared you," A deep voice answered and the body finally lowered to her level, squatting right in front of her.

The man was ridiculously tall, if she had to guess, maybe as tall as Jax, or maybe a little taller. His hair was blonde under his backwards cap, the same as Jax, his eyes were even of a lighter colour, not the same as Jax but pretty close, a grey-green, the type of colour that constantly changes with the sunlight, sometimes it's green, other times turquoise, or perhaps grey? Or grey-blue? Who the fuck even knows, they're pretty eyes and they're staring straight at her as if he knew something she didn't.

"You don't look awfully sorry to me," She said, squinting her eyes at the man.

He chuckles and the sound goes straight to her stomach in the form of traitorous butterflies, he was handsome. The man had a boy-ish charm to him, the sheepish look fits him like a damn glove as he rubs the back of his neck with one of those huge manly hands. His bicep bulges at the movement, and his short-sleeved button up wasn't even horribly tight that it'd look it'd burst at the seams under the pressure of those muscles, but she could still see how strong he was.

He wasn't massive by any means, he didn't look like he was on steroids, he looked homegrown, and that was bad, really bad because the girl was a sucker for homegrown and homemade things, including men if that even makes any damn sense.

She almost squeals when she realises he caught her staring a little too long at his bicep, and she whips her eyes below his chest, trying to bury her feet in the dirt, and that was a mistake because she can see that his thighs looked really good in those stupid cargos he was wearing.

She swallows a mouthful of sour apple flavoured saliva, and takes the little stick from her mouth, licking the sugar and lipgloss off her lips.

"You got one for me?" He smiles and his dimples pop, making her stomach flip as she starts rummaging in her handbag without a second thought.

"Which one do you want?" She asks and this time tries very hard to keep the eye contact steady, he bites his lower lip, still smiling, "Which one are you having?"

"Sour Apple," She replies.

"Sour Apple it is," He nods and finally stands to his full height.

She's almost worried he's just about to leave, even though she came here with Jax, but it's not like she's Jax's girl, or they're even really talking, the man just likes to uhh— Doesn't matter, they haven't even fucked because she knows how much Jax goes stupid for sweet pussy, so if he wants to date her, he has to prove himself responsible and capable. So for now, she can play with other boys, it won't kill him (just a little).

"Can I sit?" He nods at the empty spot next to her and she nods.

Once he sits, he tries to make a little bit of space between them, out of respect of course, but there isn't much space with people on both sides, and the man has stupid broad shoulders and long legs, so that doesn't help much either. So their bodies are pressed from shoulder, to down their hips and thighs.

She hands him his lollipop and he accepts it with a whispered thanks that makes her flush a little, his voice deep and pleasant, making her tingle every time he opened his mouth. The man immediately brings the plastic covered hard sweet to his mouth and rips the plastic with his teeth, pocketing the wrapper and she smiles a little as he pops the sweet treat in his mouth, humming, "I'm Benny, by the way,"

"Tangy," She answers with the nickname given to her by Jax, the one that was quickly adopted by half of Charming because he can't keep his mouth shut. It's not like she hates it, she thinks it's cute, it's just that he tends to get a little carried away when he's face to face with a pretty girl, I mean, he did admit to be a sucker for a pretty face on more than one occasion, so when he thinks he likes a girl, he's probably just in love with what's between her legs, and Jax tends to confuse that a lot. So as much as Tangy entertained the man - a little attention from a handsome fella never hurt a gal - she was aware enough to know she had to keep him waiting on her, just to see if her effect on him will wear off and maybe he'll realise he actually loves her, or he just loves being with her. She was a pretty girl after all, and a lot of guys do want to be with her, and Jax is not immune to the feeling you get when a gorgeous girl wants to be seen with you.

"Tangy? Your mama saw you in that hospital and decided to call you Tangy?" Benny teased and Tangy made a face, scrunched her nose, "No! It's a nickname!"

"Aw, alright, and what does it mean?" He grinned, leaning a little closer.

She shrugged, "It means tangerine,"

He frowned, confused, and held his chin in his free hand, "Why?"

"Cuz I smell like them,"

Benny stares at her without saying anything and her eyes fall to his lips, realising his lollipop was long gone, and he was now chewing on the little white plastic stick. He must be one of those people who chew on lollipops because they're too damn impatient. He takes it out of his mouth with his left hand and leans in, grabbing a strand of shiny hair between his fingers and Tangy holds her breath. Benny doesn't break the eye contact when he brings the hair to his nose, inhaling.

His eyelashes flutter and he gently lets go of her hair, "Well, if I'll be damned, you do smell tangerine sweet,"

Benny doesn't straighten up, instead his head is still tilted down and super close to hers, Tangy can feel his left hand on the bench behind her back, and she could smell cologne and Sour Apple and just feel how warm he was, or maybe she was the one burning up, hard to tell.

His stare was intense and she didn't dare to speak. Her heart is beating fast in her chest and she feels a little vulnerable under his gaze, like she was naked, in a good way, in a thrilling way.

She was wearing an off shoulder mini dress with boots, but Benny was looking at her like she was lathered in cream and sprinkles. Tangy gulped and watched how Benny ever slowly brought a hand up, to give her a chance to pull back or run away if she didn't want him to touch her. But Tangy sat still, looking at him with huge Bambi eyes until he caressed her naked shoulder with his knuckles. She shivered and his eyes looked darker then, his pupils blown as he leaned in even closer, tilting her chin up with his thumb and index finger, "Jesus, look at you,"

His hold on her chin trembled a little and he looked a little pained. Tangy frowned in concern, "What?"

Benny laughed, finally pulling away and took his hat to run his fingers through his hair and put his hat back on. Tangy watched him pull at his shirt to try and cool his skin and started pulling down at his short-sleeved button up, as an attempt to cover his crotch.

Tangy looked a little confused until she saw his red ears, "You okay, Benny?"

"Hm, yeah, I just—" Benny cleared his throat and ran a hand down his face, looking at her with heavy lidded eyes, "Wanna get outta here?"

Tangy didn't say anything, she looked down and thought about it. That would be a dick move to just flake out on Jax like that, but also, where the fuck was he, anyway?

"I came here with someone…" Tangy said, sounding apologetic.

"Where's he then? He's your boyfriend?" Benny asked and Tangy shook her head, "He's not my boyfriend and he left to get me a drink,"

"He's taking an awful lot with those drinks, it's not nice to leave a lady hanging like that," Benny said and stood up then, looking around and back down at her.

Tangy was almost tempted in making an excuse for Jax, but he was taking way too long with those drinks, God knows what he's up to, and she wasn't his old lady or his damn pet, so if she wanted to up and leave with a hot stranger, she would.

"Ah fuck those drinks," She grabbed her bag in her right hand and got up, pulling down at her short dress down, bringing Benny's eyes down at the movement. He tries not to stare, acting cool and dragging his eyes further down on the ground. But even then, he can't wipe the grin from his face. Tangy notices, because of course she does, "Benny,"

"Hm?" He lifts his eyes to her pretty face and his heart skips a beat when she sticks her hand out, palm facing up. Benny doesn't hesitate to place his bigger hand in hers. As soon as she grips his hand, she turns around and pulls him through the benches and the crowds while he's smiling from ear to ear like a damn fool.

His own name rings in his head like an echo too, her voice was pretty and his name sounds so good coming out of that mouth. He'd love to hear her say it again and again right in his ear until he can hear it even in the dark of the night, when he's alone in bed.

Benny's a little distracted staring at her soft, smooth thighs when her back hits his firm chest and he quickly stops in his tracks, his hands on her shoulders now.

"Oh, hell no!" Jax is standing right there, with two beers in hand as he glares at Benny. He looks a little disgusted too.

Tangy doesn't say anything, instead she crosses her arms over her chest and steps a little backwards, and Benny realises she was trying to mold her back to his chest, to make sure he wasn't going anywhere, and he'd rather break both legs before he even gets the chance to suck the sour apple flavour off her lips.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jax is pissed, glaring at Benny and Tangy realises they must know each other, so she whips her head, hair hitting Benny's chest.

"Sightseeing." Benny rolls his eyes, "I came here to check on my favourite cousin,"

"Fuck you, Benny," Jax scoffs and Tangy looks at him and back at Jax in shock, "You're cousins?" No wonder they look similar.

"I love you too, Jax, now, I'll come say hi to your mom later in the week, I'm busy right now," Benny says and grabs Tangy by the arms, about to herd her out of the place.

"Busy doing what, you unemployed asshole?" Jax seethes.

"First of, I'm retired, you dirtbag! And I'm—" Benny just looks down at Tangy, Jax clenches his jaw and Tangy knows he's about to punch Benny in the face so she raises a finger in the air, "Don't you fucking dare, Jackson!"

Jax freezes in place and Tangy glares at him, "I'll be leaving with Benny now, good night,"

Tangy doesn't wait for him to speak when she grabs Benny by the hand and pulls him away from the man. Benny's a smug bastard and he doesn't even have to look back to know that Jax was furious. So Benny squeezes the hand in his and grins when the prettiest girl he's ever seen looks over her shoulder and smiles back at him.

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That night, Benny led them to his truck and opened the passenger door for Tangy, she climbed and buckled herself in. She immediately noticed a lot of things when the man got in the truck and turned the ignition on. She couldn't see the truck that well in the night, but once inside, it was clear it was a new truck. It was modern and spacious on the inside. She wasn't a car person by any means but she has an inkling that this vehicle must've cost him a pretty penny, if the heated and comfortable seat she was on was anything to go by. Benny had a friendship bracelet hanging off the rear view mirror too, with "BENY" spelled on the beads, clearly made by a child who can't spell very well. It was cute.

Tangy grinned and leaned forward, thumbing at the bracelet, "Cute, made that yourself?"

Benny snorted, "Is that a military joke?"

"You're in the military?" She asked, genuinely surprised.

"Not anymore, retired," Benny answers, "Aren't you gonna ask where I'm taking you?" He's now on the road, driving past the gym and the parking lot.

"Probably back to the motel where you're staying," Tangy answered with a shrug and Benny was surprised she got it right, "Yeah, that's right," He chuckles a little.

"Benny?"

"Yeah?"

He sees her shuffle in the corner of his eye, and he quickly glances at her, Tangy is now facing him and looking at him with her teeth in her lower lip. Benny just blinks at her and then looks back at the road, waiting for her to speak. "I'm not promising anything tonight, I've got limits and I expect you to respect them,"

"Of course," Benny nods.

Usually he goes straight to foreplay and fucking on one night stands, he's never had anyone really talk to him before, maybe some dirty talk, but never like this.

"So, Benny, all I ask is for you to listen and do what I say, that is if you're comfortable, of course," She speaks steadily in his rumbling truck and Benny shifts a little in his seat.

"Alright," Benny nods.

"You think you can do that for me?" She asks right in his ear this time and he shivers, "Yes, ma'am,"

"Okay," He feels her grin against the side of his face and she presses a quick, sticky kiss to his cheek over his stubble.

He inhales sharply and presses his foot a little harder on the gas pedal, trying to get faster to the motel.

Once they get to the motel, Benny's room is at the end of the building, Tangy is barely inside the room when Benny immediately drops to his knees and grabs her thighs in his big hands, squeezing and nuzzling his face on the soft skin, scratching her with his facial hair. Tangy squeals, dropping her bag on the floor and taking his hat off, throwing it on the floor and grabbing his blonde hair tight in her hands, she pulls and Benny moans, the sound travelling up her legs right to her pussy.

His head is thrown back and his Adam's apple bobs, then he blinks quickly and looks back at her, he looks so desperate on his knees, with his eyes shiny and his hair mussed up, the tips of his ears were red and his chest was rising with each breath he took. Tangy tilts her head to the side, staring at the man at her feet as he ever so slowly drags his hands higher up her soft thighs, the calluses on them making her breath come out a little shaky.

Benny doesn't drop the eye contact when he slowly pushes the hem of her mini dress higher and higher up her thighs, with every millimetre of newly exposed skin, his hands are migrating closer and closer to the back of her legs where his fingers make contact with the swell of her ass and the soft fabric of her panties. Benny closes his eyes and pushes his head closer, burying his face right between her legs, right on her covered pussy as he groans and paws at her ass like a starved man.

Tangy lets him. Her hands on his hair as a makeshift leash as he shakes under her, breathing her in like he's never had pussy in his life.

Benny starts moving his face around, absolutely shameless in the way he tries to bite the fabric of her panties to try and pry them off, his beard rubs on the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, making her hiss, "Benny!"

She pulls at his hair and he looks up, gaze heavy and a little stupid, "Hm?"

"Your beard's scratchy," She says with a small smile, enamoured with the big man at her feet.

"I can shave it," Benny blurts out without thinking and Tangy gapes at him, surprised.

She sees the moment his brain comes back online and he realises what he just said, flushing a pretty pink, "Uh, I mean— I could, if you wanted me to, it grows fast anyway,"

Tangy starts laughing, bringing a hand to her mouth, trying to control her giggles while Benny watches her with big honest eyes. He's smiling too at least, loving the sound of her giggles due to his antics.

"No, uhm, you don't have to shave anything, honey," She says in between giggles, shoulders shaking.

"Okay," He nods, his thumbs simultaneously rubbing at her skin while he just waits for her to tell him what to do.

"Benny, baby," She coos and bends down a little and cups his face in both hands. Benny holds onto the back of her legs, over her boots and she kisses his forehead, then the bridge of his nose and finally his mouth. Benny's insides are turning in excitement, his groin is tingling and the hairs at the back of his neck are standing straight.

He raises a little higher on his knees, neck bent back to accept everything she was giving him. And Benny was over the moon when he realised her mouth still tasted like sour apple and everything he's dreamed of in dark barracks, rainy days curled up under mud and stone, and scorching heat hugging the back of his sweat slick neck like a noose. She tasted like heaven in the flesh.

When Tangy pulls back, her lips are wet with spit and she speaks right in his mouth, "Take me to bed and kiss me like you mean it,"

Benny does just that, quickly getting back on his feet and lifting her body off the ground with his hands on her ass. Tangy immediately wraps her legs around his hips and puts her arms around his shoulders. The bed was just three steps away, but the raw display of strength made it so that her pussy throbbed with every step he took with her in his arms.

Benny makes quick work of dropping her on the bed on her back, she bounces a little on the old mattress and she's still got her boots on.

Benny practically rips his shirt off and she's glad he's not wearing anything underneath it. Her eyes zeroed on the light hairs on his chest, he doesn't waste time when he gets on the bed and hovers above her body, grinning when her hands go straight to his pecs, shamelessly feeling him up.

"You like whatchu see?" Benny murmurs, leaning down to nuzzle her neck.

"Yeah, I do," He can hear the smile in her voice and he feels her hands trail down his back, running over his skin, making their way to his cargo's waistband, he feels her grab tight on the fabric and pulls. Benny gasps when he feels her knee between his legs and her hips lift off the bed, grinding onto his.

Benny locks their mouths together then, making out with her like it was the last time he'll ever do it, sinking his body as low as he could without squishing her under his weight. She was warm and soft, and smelled so heavenly. She did smell like tangerines. In truth, as soon as he first stood in front of her, he could smell her, he just didn't say anything, and boy was he glad, because then he had an excuse to get close to her.

He also knew she was with Jax that night, before he even spoke with her. He didn't even contact his cousin to let him know he was dropping by Charming for a short visit. He planned on surprising Jax over at the fight and have a beer with him, maybe even jump in the ring if they felt like it. But as soon as he saw Jax with Tangy his plans were scrapped.

He watched Jax look at her with a hunger akin to a lion who hasn't eaten in weeks. He also knows that in no way she was Jax's old lady, if she was, the news would've already made it back home, no way Jax can resist the temptation of mentioning her, especially with how gorgeous she clearly was.

Benny just wanted to say hello, but he was a bastard, and when he saw Jax get up and leave, he had to strike. He knew if Jax was around, he won't really have the chance to talk to her properly. Especially since his cousin was a greedy motherfucker. And who wouldn't? When she was sitting right there, looking like an angel in her mini dress and boots.

And now he was asked to take off the same dress and boots in the darkness of his motel room. Benny doesn't need to be told twice when he grabs the hem of the dress and pulls it higher and higher, over her head. His breath hitches when his eyes land on her naked chest, and then down to her panties, baby blue with tiny lace trims. Benny slowly lets the dress drop down on the floor, by the bed, and he holds her hips in his hands before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

His gentleness surprises her a little, but she quickly recovers and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him in closer. He smiles in the kiss and pulls away, she makes a sad noise and he quickly pecks her again, "I have to take your boots off,"

"Okay," She sighs, as if his attention wasn't 1000% on her, and her alone. Tangy lays back down on the bed and lifts one of her feet up. Benny chuckles and takes it in his hand, unzipping her boot to reveal white socks. He drops the leg, drops the boot beside the bed and takes the other one off, this time Benny kisses the side of her knee, then bends the leg towards her, she gasps and Benny places a warm kiss to the inside of her knee.

"What're you doing?" Her laugh was breathy and a little shaky as he peppers her legs in kisses.

"Saying thank you," He murmurs against the meat of her thighs and opens his mouth, digging his teeth in the flesh a little to feel her jump.

"Aw, you're so sweet," She bites her lower lip and holds his hair in one hand.

Benny stares at her when he closes his mouth and lets her leg go, then he starts unbuckling his trousers off and tries to push them off his hips while he's on his knees between her legs. He tries to get them off and huffs when they don't fall off in half a second.

"You need to take your boots off," Tangy smirks and Benny grumbles, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress as he pulls the laces of his boots loose. He tries to toe them off multiple times, which takes him longer to take off rather then just making sure his laces were loose enough, now at this point Tangy was watching him on her side, her head resting on her hand while she laughs.

Benny was flushed in embarrassment as he slips his cargos off and throws them across the room, making her squeal and laugh even louder.

Benny never felt so clumsy or just plain stupid on a one night stand before in his life. So he's struggling a little here, his heart was hammering in his chest and his dick was hard as a rock while the prettiest and sweetest sight was right there on his bed, half naked, and laughing at him. Benny takes a deep breath and runs a hand down his face, running his fingers down his short beard as he tries to breathe a little, to calm down.

He feels the mattress dip next to him and the sweet scent of her hits his nose, he closes his eyes and sighs when she wraps her hands around his chest, from behind.

"You need a minute?" She asks, her breath hitting the crook of his neck as she squeezes her body to his, her bare chest to his muscular back and Benny shivers. His hands grabs hers and she hums, pressing in even more, curling her body over his back and now he can feel her thighs press at his back, she was warm and her sweet, fruity scent was enveloping him in a cocoon he almost never wants to come out of.

Benny remembers she just asked him a question so he tilts his head up, looking at her upside down, "How about you give me another kiss?"

Tangy smiles and she leans down, kissing him, her chin to his nose. Her lips were soft and Benny was addicted.

At some point, Tangy ends up on her back again with Benny on top of her, and this time he was kissing her all over her neck and chest. He goes lower and lower until he reaches the waistband of her panties. She grabs his hair again, he humps the mattress and shakily slips her panties off. And once they're off, something in Benny's brain shifts and he drags her towards him by the legs, she yelps and he doesn't say a word, eyes stuck to the tantalising sight of her wet pussy.

He pushes a pillow under her hips and gets in the sniper position between her legs. She barely gets a warning before Benny locks his mouth over her hole and filthily sucks her lips. She tries to talk to him, to maybe ask him to slow down, but all that's coming out of her mouth were debauched moans and sighs. Her hands were holding onto his hair firmly as he ate her out with a passion and drive like no other. She squirms in his hold and Benny just holds her still with his hands, no shy with using his strength to push her down and harder on his face.

Tangy was too engrossed in trying to keep her soul in her body instead of flying straight to space to even notice the cacophony of noises Benny was making against her pussy, and out of it too, playing it like a musical instrument. Even with a mouth full of pussy, he was still desperate, so desperate he couldn't even take his hands off her skin to jerk himself off. Instead, Benny was humping the bed faster and faster, his eyes watering with how much he wanted to come, but mostly have her come in his mouth.

Tangy was panting, trying to take in oxygen more than the pure pleasure that was coursing through her veins. Her back arched off the bed and she was frantic, eyes watering with the rush of pleasure, "Bennnnnghhhh,"

She tried pulling at his hair to catch his attention, to warn him, that she felt like she was about to make a mess, "BennyBennyBenny—"

But Ben didn't look up, didn't slow down or even stop, if anything he went faster, harder, pushing his tongue in as deep as he possibly could inside her, his nose knocking her clit and his facial hair rubbing her in her most intimate places. Tangy couldn't even call his name another time because when he finally pulled off, he pushed a finger inside and the sound her pussy made was so wet and filthy she turned her head to the side and tried to bury it in the pillow. Benny didn't waste a single second and immediately started thrusting his middle finger in her slick hole, and when he deemed her wet, and loose enough, he shoved another and went to town.

Benny held his body up with one muscular arm as he fingered her faster and faster. He wasn't giving her even the chance to breathe or process when her trashing got more frantic, so Benny quickly lowered himself back down and sucked her clit in his mouth while fingering her. Tangy's body couldn't hold on anymore and her thighs closed around his head, squeezing him as she loudly came. She throbbed and squeezed tight around his fingers, spilling warm juices and even then, Benny didn't slow down, her breath hitched and she clenched her jaw, eyes unable to open back up as she started squirting all over his face, sobbing with her whole chest.

Tangy's body was tingling all over, her cells singing with pure, zesty pleasure. Her skin was warm to the touch and slick with sweat, her ears were ringing and her eyelashes were wet and clumped together. The bed's old, cheap sheets felt like silk at her back, and the rickety mattress felt like the softest, cotton candy cloud. And she never felt so naked before. So when her soul settled back in her body and her brain came back online, she opened her eyes with difficulty and when she met Benny's honest eyes, she smiled.

Benny grinned, his facial hair darker with her slick, panting and his hair a mess from her abuse, sticking in all directions.

Tangy tried to get up but her body failed her, not moving a single inch, so she sadly whined, desperate for a kiss and a cuddle.

Benny somehow was able to read her mind and hovered over her body, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then on her mouth.

He smells like her.

He smells like her pussy and her body lotion.

Tangy has never tasted or smelled anything so right before.

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Tangy stays over that night, not like she even had a chance to get her legs to work. And Benny was over the moon, so excited, like a kid on his first sleepover.

She complains about being sticky when she's half asleep and Benny's in the bathroom, washing his face, but he catches her scratchy voice still. Once he's done, he goes back in the room and gathers her in his arms like a baby, sits her on the toilet seat and tells her to go ahead and pee. Tangy is still naked, and frowns at him in confusion and in sleepiness, "What?"

"I'll wait right here," Benny says with his arms crossed over his chest.

The woman whines, resting her head on her knees, nothing happens at first, and then after a minute, the sound of a light trickle gets heard. She lifts her head back up to look at Benny, she's pouting now, "Can you look away?"

Benny doesn't tease her like he wants to and instead turns around, slipping his ruined boxers off and throwing them in the hamper. He grabs his toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth right as he hears the sound of the toilet flushing. He glances behind his back and she's still sitting on the toilet seat, looking at him like a kicked puppy, "I can't stand,"

Benny's heart squeezes in his chest, but also he feels his ego inflate and it feels so damn good.

He quickly leaves the bathroom and comes back with a new spare toothbrush, still in the packaging. He opens the thing and runs it under the sink, squeezing toothpaste on it before offering it to the girl so she can brush her teeth. And she does, after thanking him in a small tired voice, once he's done brushing his own teeth, he grabs her arm and throws it over his shoulder so he can help her up. He helps her get to the sink where she spits and rinses her mouth, once she's done and the toothbrush is next to his in the little cup hanging off the wall, Benny gets them inside the shower.

"Am I heavy?" She asks while Benny fiddles with the water tap and water starts trickling down the shower head.

Benny turns his head to look at her while she's pressed to his side, arms wrapped around his neck, "Ain't nothing heavy about you," And he says it so gently, so softly, as if he always knew her, and that makes her want to cry a little, but she doesn't.

"How hot do you like it?" Benny then asks as he fixes the water.

"Really hot," She says and Benny grins, "Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, we only have mildly hot, and just a little hot in here, which one would you like?"

Tangy grins against his chest and squeezes him tighter, "I'll have it the hottest it gets,"

"Okay," Benny kisses her on the forehead and turns the hot water to the max, waiting for it to heat up a little, and when it does, he walks them a little closer to the wall, under the water spray.

"Water pressure's shit," Tangy mumbles and Benny snorts.

"Water pressure at my place is much better, it's strong and got all sorts of fancy settings," Benny says as he grabs his body wash and the loofah, he holds it out for the woman when the thing's all covered in foam.

"Why're you telling me about the water pressure at your house, mister?" She starts rubbing the loofah all over her skin, starting with her neck, arms, chest and then down her body while Benny watches, well, mostly holding her up because her legs were still shaking like hell after the mind numbing orgasm he pulled out of her.

"I don't know," Benny shrugs, staring at her breasts while she soaps them up, "Maybe I'm trying to give you an incentive to do this again with me,"

"What makes you think I want to do this again?" She raises a brow and Benny rips his eyes away from her nipples to look at her face.

He makes a face, like he thinks she's trying to be funny, but then he says, "Okay, raise both of your arms right now,"

Tangy frowns in confusion, and when she realises if she even lets go of his neck with her other hand, she'll eat the floor, she glares at him and slaps his chest with the soapy loofah, "Do my back,"

"Alright," He chuckles and grabs the loofah. She hugs him, chest to chest and Benny covers her back with soap all thanks to his long arms, and because he's a little shit he goes the long mile to cover her ass too, taking longer than he should, just squeezing the flesh in his hands like she was his own personal stress toy.

"Benny, what's wrong with you?" She whines, trying and failing to push him off when he's the only thing keeping her standing.

"Appreciating you, baby,"

"Well hurry, I'm tired,"

Benny does hurry up and washes her legs and feet without her having to ask. He washes her hair too fo good measure and he washes himself as fast as he could with her cheek squished to his arm and her weight on his side.

They're done sooner than later and Benny does a quick job of drying them. He, of course, carries her back to the room and places her on the chair next to the bed. He changes the sheet as fast he could, itching to just hop in bed and go to sleep with her in his arms. He throws the old sheets next to the door and he contemplates getting under the new sheets naked, but decides against it. So he quickly slips on a new pair of boxers and fetches the woman one of his clean t-shirts out of his duffel bag, the softest one he could find.

Tangy hums in satisfaction once she's enveloped in soft cotton and then in warm, muscular arms and finally under the sheets with Benny. The man lays on his back and he pulls her closer by the waist, so she could rest her head on his chest, her hair was still drying but it didn't bother him as he leaned down and kissed the crown of her head.

He relaxes on the mattress, and his eyes fluttered shut, ready to sleep when he felt her move a little and call his name, "Benny?"

"Hm?"

"Did you get to come?" She sounded confused and a little worried.

Benny cracked one eye open, "Yeah, why?"

"What- When? I don't remember," She said and he could hear the pout in her voice.

"It happened right after you squirted on my face,"

"Oh,"

Her voice came out smaller then, she sounded shy and that made him smile.

"Good night, sweetheart," He said, squeezing her arm once and closing his eyes back up.

"Night, Benny," She yawned and nuzzled her face on his chest.

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The next morning Benny drives Tangy back to her place, and she tells him to be a good boy and wait outside for her. Benny listens, even though he really wants to go inside. He's leaning against his truck, hands in his pockets when she comes back out, after 20 minutes, dressed in a new outfit.

Benny straightens up like he's back in the army, high on alert, eyes glued to her and only her.

She decided to swap the mini dress and boots with a cropped t-shirt, low-rise jeans and a pair of converses. Tangy grins and walks right past him to get to the passenger' seat, "You promised me breakfast, come on!"

The diner they end up in is at least a hundred years old, the type that's run by a local family and got waitresses who know everyone and everything going on, and the food happen to be really delicious.

So Tangy and Benny get settled in a booth by the windows by an older woman with gorgeous braids falling down her back, "Hey, sweetheart, who do we have here?" She greets Tangy and raises her eyebrows at Benny, who's already got the menu in his hands.

"That's Benny, my friend," Tangy answers with a glint in her eye, and Benny looks at them with a small smile.

"Uh-huh, I'm sure, honey," The woman nods knowingly and fully turns to Benny, "First time in town?"

Benny puts the menu down, "No, ma'am, I just haven't been here in a couple of years,"

"The military does that to you, hm," She nods and Benny nods in understanding, arms crossed over his chest and leaning back in his seat.

Tangy looks at Benny then back at the waitress, "How did you know?"

"I just know these things," She shrugs, "Welcome back to Charming, Benny,"

Benny tilts his head in courtesy, "Thank you," He glances down at the name tag on her chest, "Thank you, Jamila,"

Jamila grins and looks at Tangy, a hand over her mouth, "He's handsome, girl!"

Tangy laughs and Benny grins, "I like your name, it fits you,"

Jamila and Tangy stare at him. Jamila pops her hip out, "Is that right?"

"Yeah, it means beautiful in Arabic," Benny nods and Jamila squeals, "It does! How did you know?"

"I just know these things," He shrugs, mirroring her previous words and Jamila giggles, throwing one of her long braids behind her shoulder.

"Tangy," She turns to the woman, "You have to keep him. Marry him, tie him down, don't let him leave Charming,"

"Uhhh," Tangy feels her skin warm up as Benny laughs, head thrown back and all.

"I'm just joking with you, unless," Jamila smirks and looks between the two with a knowing look.

Once Benny and Tangy calm down a little, Jamila takes out a pencil out of her pocket, and a notepad, "Alright, do you know what you two want or should I give you time to decide?"

Benny looks at Tangy, "What do you want to do?"

Tangy smiles, "I'll be getting two sunny side up eggs with cherry tomatoes on the side, please,"

"Hm, alright, how about you, baby?" The older woman turns to Benny, who smiles, "Can I have a stack of pancakes, and a cup of coffee, black, please?"

The waitress nods, jotting down their order, "Coming right up, lover birds,"

"Oh, can I have some water too, please?" Tangy says and the waitress nods, "Yeah, of course," She then leaves, going straight up to the counter to shout their order to the kitchen.

Benny sighs, relaxing a bit in his chair, staring at Tangy sitting from across him, "So,"

"So?" Tangy repeats, playing with a napkin and not meeting his eyes.

Benny crosses his arms over the table and leans forward on it, "How are you feeling?"

Tangy looks up at him, "I'm okay, you?"

"Better than okay," He licks his lower lip, his eyes falling down to her lips then back up at her eyes.

"How long are you staying in town for?" She asks, resting her cheek in her palm.

"A week until I have to leave and go back to work," Benny answers.

"What do you do?"

"I'm a boxer," Benny says and Tangy makes a 'ooh' sound.

"Like professional?"

"More like semi-professional," Benny answers with a small smile.

"Jax fights too, sometimes," She says ripping the napkin in half with one hand and Benny feels the corner of his mouth twitch at the mention of his annoying cousin.

"Illegally," Jax adds and she nods, "Well, yeah, he's fucking crazy but he's good at it,"

"I don't know, last time I saw him fight was when we were ten and it was behind the dumpsters by the Goodwill with some other kids," Benny sighed and Tangy snorted, "He told me about that, didn't mention you though,"

"Well, he did fall on his head that day," Benny says and Tangy chuckles, the sound making him smile.

"Did he mention how when one of the older kids threw him in one of the dumpsters, he grabbed a rat and threw it at them?" Benny says and Tangy squeals with laughter, shoulders shaking.

"No!" She laughs and Benny laughs, "Yeah, and I had to pull him out of the dumpsters and we beat them up before a cop saw us and we had to run home,"

The two keep giggling like children, Tangy's feet intertwined with Benny's under the table, but really, his legs were too long and Benny had no choice but to have her legs between his, their knees touching. Their food came soon enough, with a smiling Jamila who poured them coffee and water. Benny thanked her with a charming smile and she couldn't resist ruffling his hair.

They ate in relative silence, comfortable to just focus on their food and hum when the food was especially good. It wasn't anything special but for some reason it tasted much better than what you could make at home. Maybe it was just because they were having a great morning, and someone else was doing the cooking, whatever it was, Tangy and Benny were having a great time.

However, their peace didn't last long when the diner's door swung open with a ding and a shadow was cast over their table.

"Morning, Jax!" Tangy greeted with a smile, not feeling guilty in the slightest for leaving him yesterday at the gym.

Jax looked her up and down, then looked at Benny, who kept on chewing the last remains of his pancakes with a raised brow. Jax then sits on the bench, next to Tangy, "Move over,"

Tangy sighed and grabbed her empty plate, moving further into the booth as Jax sits right across from Benny, "You betrayed me,"

"Okay, I didn't, though," Benny shrugs, not giving a rat's ass while Jax glares daggers at him.

Tangy looks around, noticing that the patrons are looking a little uncomfortable with Jax glaring at his cousin like he pissed on his bike, so she rolls her eyes and raises a single hand, catching Jamila's attention, "Can I have a vanilla shake?"

Jamila nods and Tangy smiles, "Thanks!"

"You knew she was with me that night and you still went ahead and took her," Jax points an accusatory finger at him, speaking in a low voice.

"She's not with you though, not her boyfriend," Benny crosses his arms over his chest.

"He didn't take me, I went with him," Tangy glares at Jax.

The two ignore her as Jax glares at Benny and Benny just raises his chin in defiance, daring his cousin to do something about it.

"You're leaving Charming today," Jax says and Benny bursts out laughing, "Oh, oh, or what? You gon' run over my foot with your bike?"

Jax growls and leaps across the table, grabbing his cousin by the collar, making Tangy jump in surprise, "Hey!"

Benny smiles at Jax, and holds his wrists in his hands, "Go on, I dare you,"

"No! Jackson Teller! You want to break someone's nose, you do it outside my diner!" Jamila glares at them, pointing at the door with Tangy's vanilla milkshake in the other.

Jax stares long at his cousin before he pushes him back and gets up from his seat, leaving the diner with his hands in his pockets.

Benny then shoves his hands in his pocket and takes out a couple of bills, sliding them under an empty glass and gets up, "Benny, what are you doing?" Tangy asks, a little worried.

"Don't worry about it," Benny grins and follows his cousin outside.

Jamila comes over to the table, counting the money left and hands Tangy her shake, "You alright, honey?"

"Yeah," Tangy nods and thanks the woman, following the men outside the diner, the door closing behind her with a ding as she watches Jax run his hands through his hair in frustration, "Okay, what did you?"

Benny looks a little surprised, "Excuse me?"

"Last night,"

Benny snorts, "Oh buddy, I wouldn't tell you in your condition,"

Tangy has never seen Jax move so fast before in her life, he throws a neat punch to Benny's jaw, who stumbles back with a grunt.

She doesn't even gasp, but she does wince at the hit, cold milkshake held with both hands as she takes sips while watching them fight.

Benny quickly gets his bearings back and he buries his hands in his pockets, taking out his wallet, keys and phone, handing them to Tangy. She takes his things, and looks behind her to the stairs by the diner's door, she sits down on the side, so people can still come and go without stepping over her. She puts his things next to her and looks up at Jax who throws his kutte over her lap without saying anything.

The two men start circling each other with their fists up, Jax looks pissed and Benny looks amused, "That really grinding your gears, Jax, didn't it? I never knew a girl like that would even look your way and look how things played out for me. I never, and I'm being serious, never tasted anything better than what's between her le-"

Jax lunges at him and this time tries to punch him in the stomach, Tangy tries to keep up but they're fast and Benny wraps his arms around Jax's midriff and slams him on the ground. He gets on top of him and tries to punch him in the face as Jax uses his arms to protect his face. He suddenly raises his hips and throws Benny off balance, he even kicks him with his knee on his ass and Benny falls forward on his hands. Jax rolls from under him and gets back on his knees, wrapping an arm around the man's neck and pulling.

They're really going at it, kicking up dirt and pebbles, but Tangy can't help but notice that even though they sometimes hit each other in the face, Jax's not really trying to really hurt Benny. She's seen how he fights when he tries to kill someone, and it isn't a pretty sight, so it's relieving that Jax is not looking to seriously injure the man but to just drag him through the dirt for getting his hands on her before Jax could, because sure, Benny doesn't know, but Jax knows that he hasn't even gotten the chance to taste what's between her legs, the closest he got was kissing her and feeling her up over her clothes. So Jax was pissed, knowing Benny met her for one day and managed to get personal with her body. It pissed him off.

So Tangy sips more of her milkshake, enjoying the sweet drink on the stairs, sitting pretty while they pull and punch at each other in front of the diner, giving the patrons a free show behind the windows.

She looks down at her drink, pulling out the straw to bring the bottom of it up to her mouth, liking the bits of ice cream stuck to it, she tries to be careful but a chunk of ice cream still falls on her chin and on her chest, over her t-shirt. She whines, bringing a finger to scoop the ice cream off her chest and lick it clean. She looks up then, freezing with her finger in her mouth when she meets Jax and Benny's eyes, the two staring at her while panting, knees covered in dirt and hair mussed with sweat. Benny's left eyebrow was quickly swelling up and Benny's got blood down his chin, from his nose.

A laugh bubbles out of her throat in disbelief and she takes her finger out of her mouth, swiping the sweet ice cream from her chin with her finger, to then suck it off with a hum. Jax blinks out of the hypnotising sight before Benny and punches him in the shoulder.

Benny doesn't even wait a second before kicking Jax square in the ass and Jax shouts. He jumps to grab Benny by the hair, about to headbutt him when Tangy's laugh distracts him, he turns to look at her and she's almost on the floor now, hunched over with one arm over her stomach, laughing with little tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Let go, asshole," Benny grits through his teeth and Jax lets go of his head with a grumble.

She keeps giggling as Jax rubs at his ass and Benny tries to wipe the blood off his chin with the back of his hands and failing. Then the door of the diner opens behind her, she looks back and Jamila's standing there with two towels and two ice packs. Tangy thanks her, grabbing them and handing the woman her empty milkshake glass.

"Get them home before they scare off all of my clients," Jamila says, tilting her chin towards the two men.

"I will," Tangy nods and Jamila sighs, turning around and going back inside the diner.

Benny and Jax squeeze themselves next to her, on both sides of the small stairs, she makes a face, "Guys, you're sticky with sweat,"

None of them care as they try to sit as much as possible on the stairs, which doesn't work. She's squished between them and Jax glares at Benny, "Move over,"

"No, you move,"

Tangy sighs and wraps the ice packs in a towel each, then hands them to the men.

Benny starts wiping the blood off his chin and nose, and Jax hisses when he presses the cold towel to his eyebrow and immediately takes it off his brow to wipe his forehead and neck.

"No, Jax," Tangy sighs, grabbing the towel off his hands and holding his face in one hand, and holds the towel to his brow, "You have to keep it on so it doesn't grow to the size of a golf ball,"

Jax licks his lips, staring at her like she just told him she'd heal him with the wave of a wand, then because he's a little shit, he glances at Benny without moving his head and smirks at the other man.

"Fuck off," Benny glares at Jax while holding the towel to his nose.

"Stop that," Tangy huffs, leaning down to kiss Benny on the forehead, and before Jax even has the chance to open his mouth and complain, she smacks a sweet kiss on his forehead too.

The two men melt at the same time, calming down while Tangy holds the towel to Jax's forehead, and checks on Benny from time to time. They eventually calm down and Jax takes the towel from her hold and pulls his shirt up, to look at his red side, and he pressed the ice pack to the area. Tangy looks at Benny, who's running the towel on the back of his neck and when he meets her eyes, he grins and winks at her. She rolls her eyes and stands up.

"Where're you going?" Jax immediately asks.

"Nowhere? Calm down," Tangy puts her hands on her hips and looks down at the two men sitting on the stairs.

"So, did you get that out of your system? Or should I expect you to fight everyday that Benny's here?" She's looking at Jax, but really, she's talking to both of them.

Jax leans back a little on the stairs, "Oh, I'm good,"

Tangy doesn't really believe him, but she looks at Benny, and he flashes his pretty dimples at her, "I'll behave, but you can't blame me if I have to fight anyone for you,"

The woman gapes at him, speechless, and Jax looks at him, "What's wrong with you, dude?"

"What? Look at her and tell me you won't fight anyone for a chance with her," Benny throws his hands in the air and Jax can't fight him on it. He already has fought for her, now and then, behind her back because he can't stand anyone talking about her like she's a piece of meat and not do anything.

Right in that moment two men show up, wearing kuttes, not like Jax's, so they have to be out of town. They're walking up to the door of the diner but their eyes are glued to Tangy standing there. One of them shamelessly lowers his sunglasses down his nose and looks her up and down. She glares at the men and crosses her arms over her chest, moving away from the door and that's when she sees Jax and Benny look at each other and stand at the same time.

Her heart jumps in her chest at the menacing look they were wearing, and especially when Jax slips his kutte back on and moves to stand next to her, snaking a hand around her waist to hold her.

The two strangers don't get in the diner even when Benny and Jax got off the stairs, staring at them without saying a word. Tangy's getting a little nervous when the men stare at Jax's kutte for a long time, and back at her face.

When no one moves or speaks, she moves and walks away from them and the diner, throwing a, "I'm going home!" over her shoulder. She was not interested in being in the middle of a fistfight, or worse, a shoot out.

Luckily Jax and Benny both run after her, "Hey, wait!" Jax calls, but she doesn't stop, trying to get away from those men as far as possible.

A hand grabs her arm and she yelps when she hits a firm chest.

"I'll drive you home," Benny says and Jax frowns, "I'll take her home,"

Tangy wants to groan but Benny says, "I said it first, though,"

"I know where she lives," Jax glares at him.

"I took her home so she could change this morning?" Benny scoffs.

"You can't even remember how to spell your own name, Benny," Jax snarks and Tangy looks at Benny in confusion, he immediately flushes, "I was six! And it was one time!"

"Don't believe him," Jax whispers to Tangy, like Benny wasn't right there.

"I'll kick your teeth in, Jax, I swear," Benny threatens and Jax grins, "I'd love to see you try, boy scout,"

Tangy's head is starting to hurt standing in between these two, so before they start fighting again like they're in elementary school she grabs both of them by the arm, "Enough!"

Jax and Benny's mouths click shut and they look at her with big eyes.

"Rock, paper, scissors. One round. Whoever wins drops me home." She says and when Jax opens his mouth, to probably complain, she raises her brows and he doesn't say anything, shoulders slumping and holding his fist behind his back, Benny mirroring him.

Jax throws scissors and Benny a rock.

She's swept off her feet by Benny then, who spins her around and is cheesing like he won the lottery. And if a small grey cloud could materialise on top of Jax's head and rain on him, it would.

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(i remember @anime-lover-forever-1127 asking to be tagged for any jax fics, this is technically a crossover fic, but if it's not your cup of tea, just ignore it, much love <3)

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till kingdom come; bucky barnes x reader

summary: the missus comes home to her two, oddly identical needy sweethearts.

warnings: implied s~mut (minors DNI!), sweet & touchy Bucky (established relationship), Reader can be an Avenger/with a Z or a standalone vigilante (also your choice if she has powers or not!), loads of Alpine moment because we love the dear girl, loads of bantering, not much Thunderbolts* spoilers I think!

a/n: brought to you by @navybrat817 because 'a kindred spirit' just warmed my soul from the inside out, and this was kinda inspired by her fic, was gonna make it a s~mut but I blanked out at the end. STILL, I am so willing to hear all the spicy details you might've imagined them doing (literally desperate), so don't be shy on me!! please enjoy, take care & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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» implied s~mut includes: desperate & touchy Bucky tearing your top off and touching your tits, because he needs you so :((

'The sight that never failed to cause a stutter in his heart, the butterflies in his stomach, however one could describe their beloved, even if words failed to express their very being.' ;

Seeing Alpine after a day's work, or in this case, weeks' worth of work, was always a soothing balm to your soul, and the same could be said for the white feline.

Her tail standing up straight, almost doing her little signature 'tippy-taps' on the foyer floor as she greeted you at the door, staring up at you with her bright blue eyes.

"Hello," You greeted with a lilt upon closing the door behind you, placing your bag down to lift the sweet girl in your arms, "How's my silly lil' girl?" 

Alpine let out a little 'mrrp!', kneading at your top.

“Yeah? Were you behaving for daddy dearest?” You asked with the name you knew Bucky pretended not to like, as if you wouldn't catch the little tug at the corner of his lips each time you would use it.

Alpine tilted her head, the cutie, as if taking a playful offence for even asking her that.

“You're right, you're always behaving, aren't you? Unlike him.” You teased, bringing her close to your face.

Immediately, the sweet cat nuzzled into your face like it was her only chance. Purring up a storm and tickling your nose to ensure you really had her scent, especially considering how long you have been away.

“Oh, I know, I missed you, too,” You cooed, nuzzling back and letting the ball of fluff heal you inside out with her motorboat purrs the same way you would ease her mind with your presence, “Sweet girl, best girl!”

You both are.

Bucky thought to himself, having heard your return, your little tease of calling him ‘daddy dearest’, and your little reunion of snuggles and kisses with the feline.

As much as it pained him not to move from the kitchen to shower you with all the love and yearning he had within him, no matter the number of calls you had had, Alpine was faster, taking advantage of him, also putting away the confidential documents here and there as he ate.

One could say she technically cheated, having waited in the foyer for your return after overhearing Bucky's call with you.

In her mind, Bucky's mood lifting and eyes lighting up more than the usual calls he has had equals her mother's return. 

Smart kitty, after all.

And, well, who was Bucky to get in the way of his favourite girls’ reunion?

Not especially with the airplane ears and the swipes of her paws at him at every given moment, the man she was adopted by was nowhere close to you. 

She, for the most part, was being playful, but one could also say she made a good argument with her occasional crab walking at him for ‘ruining the moment’.

“Alright, pretty girl, let's go see how he's doing. Lead the way!” You placed her down, and like a soldier on duty, she took the lead, striding into the kitchen where Bucky was.

There, entering through the doorway after the feline, was none other than the woman of his life. 

The sight that never failed to cause a stutter in his heart, the butterflies in his stomach, however one could describe their beloved, even if words failed to express their very being.

“Congressman Barnes.” You smiled in a faux sickeningly sweet manner, playfully fluttering your lashes at the man who had taken his suit and dress shirt off, leaving him in his undershirt and slacks.

He fondly scoffed, but his legs were moving, crossing the room and pulling you to his chest with his right arm.

“Hi.” You greeted once more, unable to help the chuckle that left your lips, granting you the sight of him softening more than he already had when you walked in, smiling down at you.

“Hi, yourself,” He responded, his voice low like it was intimate, and truth be told, it was. Always been, be it at home or in public. It was always just you and him, “Al first, huh?”

“She was at the door first.” You justified without missing a beat.

“Heard our call, she knew.” He argued, having the audacity to pout, even if it was subtle.

“Excuses, excuses.” You tutted, “And I called you. Guess she missed me more.”

He shut you up by latching his lips onto your neck, forcing out a giggle that bubbled in your throat shortly after a gasp.

“Buck, c’mon, I need a shower!” You wiggled, finding it impossible even for a man who didn’t have his Vibranium arm at the moment.

“Excuses, excuses.” He echoed, and you could practically feel the smile against your shoulder as he tickled your skin with his heavy stubble.

He peppered your skin with kisses, from your shoulder up to your neck and jaw, before tilting your head up, caressing your chin as he stared down at you with a loving look.

Returning the smile, you kissed his thumb, moving off his hold when he had loosened a tad despite his huff of protest. Opening the dishwasher, you reached for the Vibranium arm and then the clean kitchen cloth with the other hand.

“I sincerely hope you cleaned all the gunk or dirt out before you decided to use our dishwasher like a laundry service.” You jested, wiping off the extra condensate before helping him put it on. He let you, his heart fluttering each time you did without question, before giving the limb a good swing.

“Sounds like someone doesn’t have good faith in me.” He mused aloud, taking the opportunity to pull you in once more.

“I’m just reminding.” You shrugged, lightly drumming your fingers on his clothed chest.

Truly, besides the… Odd events with the ‘Avengerz with a Z’, there was never a dull moment with you, in or out of gear.

“Sure,” Resting his forehead against yours, one arm around you and the other rubbing up and down your back, he murmured, “And for the record, I missed you more.” 

Oh, and Alpine took offence to that. 

Clearly, given the immediate ‘airplane mode’ in her ears as she listened on and stayed around on the kitchen island near the spread of Mexican food takeaway, but the feline of mischief had a plan.

She toddled out of the kitchen, and you both knew she was up to something. You and Bucky shared a look, and while it took a moment, the second he heard a rustle of clothes in the laundry room, he stiffened.

“Al, Al–!” He began, panic beneath the firm tone, only to shut up when she returned. returned with the pristine white dress shirt he had tossed in the laundry basket after a little accident.

“Bucky! Again?” You gaped, reaching for the shirt to inspect the stain near the buttonholes, “First pizza, now, what tacos?”

He dared to give you what one would’ve described as a meek, ‘boxy’ grin.

“I–It just happened,” He reasoned lamely, though it was mostly true, “When you called.”

“Which… was an hour ago.” You raised a brow. 

Well.

“I was going to get it off, honest,” He persisted, playfully narrowing his eyes at Alpine, who, in her feline way, looked all too proud to throw him under the bus, “And the call was forty-two minutes ago. I counted, and I got most of it off under running water.”

You weren’t sure why it dawned upon you then, but it did, adding, “Your arm’s not in the dishwasher because of work.”

But because of the damn sauce.

“Bucky!” You playfully nudged his side, your smile widening because you knew you had him figured out, all thanks to his ‘trusty sidekick’.

“I had it under control,” He groaned, but despite it all, he knew that you knew he would’ve gotten it taken care of. You just love to give him shit, the same way he loved pretending to whine and give faux, lame excuses to see you smile, and when he did see it, he squeezed you tighter, closer, “I’m doing my best ‘round here.”

You snorted, watching him reach for a nacho, loaded with proteins and fat, all the good stuff for nights like these.

“Open.” He commanded, his tone lighter, just like his demeanour since you were back home.

“Is this bribery?” You grinned.

“Would you say no to this bribery?” He argued back with an equally lighthearted tone.

Touché.

You shared a laugh, having a little dinner party with the three of you, your own family, each of you deserving one another like the next. Food was leagues better than what you had to settle for, given either a time crunch or lack of accessibility, your not-so-humble abode was still the embodiment of warmth and homey, and nothing could beat the company you could come home to.

Like Bucky, Alpine remained glued to your side, taking little chances to paw at your hand for a pat or a kiss on the head, and when the reunion dimmed down, she figured she was satisfied with all the attention she received from you, akin to making sure you were truly alive and well.

Bucky insisted on getting the dish washed and the laundry cleaned up, both his stained dress shirt and your set of clothes from your trip, considering you had just returned after a few long weeks. How you were able to convince him otherwise, opting for the laundry while he dealt with the dishes, was beyond him, but you always had a way to do so.

You carried Alpine to the cat tower in the living room, giving her a few last goodnight kisses before watching her curl up in a ball.

Not too long after, you carried your bag, along with Bucky's shirt, to the laundry room, your senses immediately met with the familiar scents lingering. The warm white light only added to the calming feeling as you separated the necessary, opting to wash the lighter ones first in hopes that the stain would be gone as much as possible.

In the midst of your little chore, you heard footsteps approaching. You weren't alarmed—they were familiar—nor did you turn around as Bucky embraced you from behind.

His hands roamed ever so slowly, nosing the sensitive area between your neck and shoulder.

“Might wanna take these off…” He murmured, tugging at the hem of your top.

You chuckled, not fully realizing the sheer desperation within him, “In a bit, Buck.”

But, oh, he was insistent.

“Take it off.” He muttered against your skin once more, his hands slipping under your top.

Your breath hitched, turning your head to see his eyes fluttering closed, breathing in the scent of you. Suddenly, you were just aware how… Needy he seemed.

When he looked up at you through lidded eyes, he slowly leaned in, capturing your lips with his for a kiss. Gentleness belied his desperation, though, in all honesty, he wanted you to know.

“Take it off.” He repeated against your lips, feeling you jump a tad when his metal arm brushed along the warmth of your tummy, and suddenly, he shoved your bra over your breasts, squeezing your tits in a way that was a shy away from being rough.

Brazen.

In need.

“Off, or I'm taking it off you.” He ordered this time, despite keeping his voice low, and that made the tension all the more heady.

But before you could even come anywhere close to your senses, you gasped at the unmistakable rip before the top lay torn on the floor. He turned you around, forcing you against the washing machine to meet his gaze once more, unyielding as though he had one thing and only one thing in mind.

Leaning once more, he brushed his stubble along your cheek, taking his time dragging his hands up your back before unhooking your bra.

“I said to take it off, didn't I?” He tutted, feigning disappointment as he tossed the undergarment to the laundry basket, “I'll get you another one. I'll get you plenty.”

He had the means for it, and God forbid he didn't because he'd still find a way to do anything for you.

“What do you say we… Turn in early tonight, get you cleaned up, changed…” His lips paused at your cheek, as if he just thought of something, “Or don't. Wouldn't mind you in nothing in bed either. Just wanna take care of you…”

You could only rest your hands on his chest, toying with the soft cotton beneath your fingers, “You want that? Take care of me?”

You could've sworn he hid a growl at that. 

Wanted? He needed to take care of you.

“I want nothing more.” He replied, his hands descending to your rear and feeling you move closer at the gesture.

And who were you to deny him that?

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» a/n: also, i am just learning that an undershirt is more or less the US counterpart of a singlet sooo yeah ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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Movie got me so good, I'm cooking something up. See ya' in a few hours <333

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I JUST WATCHED THUNDERBOLTS*

Bucky in a suit? Whew.

Bucky in a singlet?? WHew.

BUCKY APPEARING ON A BIKE??? LAWD.

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You were usually considerate with his enhanced hearing, but this was a very cute cat.

Reader is absolutely right HAHAHA But this was so, so, so, so CUTE. Had me at Bucky, then IMMEDIATELY AT ALPINE MY BELOVED MEOW 🫂💐✨️🧶

Navy, you are one of the only people that can make my heart go squishy-squishy till this very day, and I miss having to reas your fics, so thank you! Always! 😭

A Kindred Spirit

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky meets a kindred spirit while he's grocery shopping.

Word Count: Over 2.2k

Warnings: Alpine the cat (is that a warning?), established relationship, humor, sweetness, fluff, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: More Tower Shenanigans. @buckybarnesfic, this is for you! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was Bucky’s turn to go grocery shopping, which he enjoyed and loathed. It was nice being able to pick out his own food, but he had to bite back a retort every time someone left their cart in the middle of the aisle or took a little too long when they stood in front of a shelf. He should’ve asked you to join him, but he was already out running another errand and didn’t want to bother you. If you were there with him, you would’ve giggled when he grumbled at the list. You would have also agreed with him when he complained about the high cost of food, wondering why everything was so expensive. It was insane.

Walking through the store, he kept an ear open while trying not to draw attention to himself. It was an old habit from when he was on the run. He willed his shoulders to relax, but instead, he glared up at the fluorescent light, his hand twitching with the desire to hold yours. He enjoyed holding your hand, which grounded him, and loved how your heart skipped a beat whenever he kissed it.

The sooner he finished shopping, the sooner he’d get back to the tower and you.

“Why are there so many PopTarts on this list?” he muttered as he went to the cereal aisle and put them in the cart. To be fair, he hadn’t realized there were so many flavors, and he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he didn’t get the right ones.

He snorted when he saw that deodorant was next on the list, immediately clocking John’s handwriting. “That’s not food, so I’m not getting it.” Yeah, it was petty of him, since he could technically buy non-edible products at the grocery store. Maybe he was still annoyed by John's comment about your ass. You had a stunning ass, capable of leaving people in awe. That didn't mean he wanted the junior varsity Captain America to ogle it.

While Bucky had a tendency to get John the generic brand of foods, he did take dietary needs and favorite foods seriously. There was a particular brand of hot sauce that Yelena preferred, and he made sure to get the largest bottle possible. He made sure to get different types of fries as well, as there was an ongoing debate about whether regular, crinkle, or curly cut fries were the best. John almost flipped the table, but the argument died down when Bucky said he’d always share his fries with you. Ava said that was love.

She was right.

The thought of you softened his demeanor, and it softened even further when he saw your handwriting. “Chocolate, please, and thank you. You’re the best!” He traced the letters with his fingers and smiled. If he had the money, he’d buy you an entire chocolate shop. Because he didn't, he made sure to grab more than enough, anticipating that Alexei might try to steal some.

Thinking it over, he grabbed one more bar. “Just in case,” he whispered.

He grabbed some flowers for you, too, because you deserved them.

As he checked out, he balanced the reusable bags Bob insisted on using and tried not to sneer at the total. It wasn’t the worst shopping trip. He finished up a lot quicker than he expected. Maybe the two of you could go for a ride on his bike once everything was unpacked.

He managed to take your keys out of his pocket without dropping any of the bags, smiling again. Using your car was easier for shopping trips and he liked that it smelled like you. He was also one of the only people you trusted to drive your vehicle, which he prided himself on.

What he did not expect to see when he got to your car was a white ball of fur curled up on the hood. “What the hell?” he muttered.

His eyes flickered around the parking lot, and he listened for anyone calling out for a cat. The cat had no collar, and he had no clue if it had a name, but that didn’t mean it didn’t belong to someone. He liked to think someone would be in distress if their pet was missing, but he didn't hear or see anyone come out to claim it. It didn’t move either when he put the bags in the trunk and placed the flowers in the passenger seat.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

Putting his hands on his hips, he stared at the animal until it lifted its head. A pair of crystal blue eyes stared back at him, unafraid and not at all bothered. He had to smile because it strangely reminded him of you, unwavering and always willing to look right at him. “Hey there,” he said, tentatively holding a hand out. He didn’t want to spook the cat. “You lost? You're not hurt, are you?”

The cat’s fur was surprisingly pristine, but that didn't mean it wasn't in pain or sick. After sniffing Bucky’s hand, it meowed and bumped its head against his hand, making his heart melt. The fur was so soft, and he swore he heard a purr. It was adorable.

“Yeah, you're cute, but here’s the thing,” he said, shaking his head at himself since he was talking to a cat. “I can’t drive with you on the hood, so…”

As if the cat understood him, it stood up and stretched. He panicked for a moment when he thought it would scratch the paint, but there wasn’t a single mark from the claws. And instead of jumping onto the street like he expected, the cat silently walked right to him and stared into his eyes again.

An agile and stealthy little thing.

“...What?” he asked as they stared at each other down.

With a gentle meow, the white ball of fur placed its front paws on his chest and crawled into his arms. He stood perfectly still, wondering what he looked like at that moment; an imposing man in a leather jacket holding a bright white ball of fluff. It had to be a sight.

“Since you don't have a collar and I don't see anyone searching for you, I can take you to a shelter,” he suggested. The second the words left his mouth he knew it wasn't happening, and there was another meow, softer and sadder that had his walls crumbling.

“Listen, you really are cute, but I can’t just take you home.” He stopped with a huff. “I’ve never had a cat before. I wouldn't know what to do with you.”

The response was to further burrow itself in his arms. 

“I have crazy roommates,” he continued. The team was in a good place, but it didn't take away that they were an entire range of crazy. How could he throw a cat into the mix? “And what would my girl say?”

He just knew the idea of a pet would thrill you, especially since the cat was so cute. Though he couldn't just spring that on you, could he? And could he spring that on the team? It was their home, too. 

But the cat didn’t budge, content being in Bucky’s arms. He found that he was content, too. Had he become a cat person in a matter of seconds?

Just like when he met you, he was fucked. 

“Okay, here’s the thing,” he said, balancing the light creature in one arm as he took his phone out to call you. “I have to clear this with my girl, and when she approves because she will, we need to make sure you aren’t chipped or anything, okay?”

Looking at the feline, he had a feeling there was no chip, that there was no home or a family. He wondered if there was a reason she chose to lay on the car he drove today. Was it looking for its own family? A place to fit in? Wasn’t that what everyone wanted?

He could give it that.

“Hey.” He let out a happy sigh at the sound of your voice. “You still at the store?”

“Sort of,” he replied, chuckling as the feline curled up more. He wasn’t even sure if it was a girl or a boy. “That’s actually why I’m calling.”

“Is everything okay?” He could hear you moving around, likely heading to the door. “Do you need me to meet you?” 

“I’m good, thanks,” he promised, touched that you were ready to go to him. “Have I mentioned you're the best?”

Nothing like buttering up his girl before mentioning the cat. 

“You are the best. I wrote it on the list,” you said. He could hear you smiling. “But why are you trying to butter me up?”

Of course, you knew what he was up to. “Because we may need to make another shopping trip for some cat stuff,” he replied, holding his breath.

You paused on the other end. “Cat stuff? Why would we need to buy cat stuff?” you asked, gasping. “Bucky, did you get a cat?!”

He breathed out. At least you didn't sound upset. “Well. Um, hang on.” He pulled up the camera and snapped the best photo he could. After sending it to you, he didn't put his phone back up to his ear right away, knowing you were about to shriek. You were usually considerate with his enhanced hearing, but this was a very cute cat.

“Oh, my GOD!” The cat tilted its head when your voice rang out through the speaker, but didn't seem unphased otherwise. “I’m sorry I yelled.”

“It’s okay. You-”

“But that is the cutest fucking cat I’ve ever seen in my life,” you continued, making him chuckle. “Where did you find her?! Did you adopt her?!”

Bucky held her closer. “I found her on the hood of the car when I came out of the store, and why do you assume it’s a girl?” 

“That beauty is a girl. I just know,” you said with complete confidence. “Okay, we need a collar, bowls, food, a litter box, a scratching post… Ooh, a little helmet so she can go on rides with you!” That did sound adorable. “Hang on. I need to make a list.” 

He chuckled again at your enthusiasm. “Before we do any of that, we need to make sure she isn’t chipped,” he said, trying not to feel guilty for not doing that before calling and getting your hopes up. And what about her shots? Were those up to date?

“If she has an owner, we’ll fight them,” you said like it was no big deal. 

Mischievous blue eyes gazed up at Bucky, and he laughed all over again. “That’s my girl,” he fondly said. “And I think she heard you and agrees.”

“So, assuming all is well, we're keeping her?” you asked, trying to sound casual but he heard your hopefulness.

Bucky's heart picked up when you said “we” because it was a reminder that he had someone by his side. “Yeah, I think we are.”

“Yes! It’s about time we got a pet,” you said, careful to not shout this time. “And cats choose their people. You know that right?”

“You think so?” he asked. 

“I know so. She was sitting on the hood of my car in a parking lot, and I think she wanted you to find her. And judging from the photo you sent, she looks right at home curled up against you,” you said. He wondered if that would've been the case had he been on his bike. Would the outcome be the same? “I’ll bet you two are kindred spirits.”

“Just like us,” he said. Pieces that just fit together. 

Your happy sigh made him smile. “Just like us,” you agreed. 

“Let me bring her by so I can drop off the food, and then we’ll take care of everything.” 

“Ten bucks says she hisses at John and adores Bob,” you teased. You were probably right. “I can’t wait to see you!” 

“I can't wait either,” he said, glancing down when he heard the soft meow. 

“I was clearly talking to her when I said I can’t wait to see you.” You giggled when Bucky growled. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Drive safe.”

“I will.” He exhaled once you hung up. “Well, that went well.” He helped the cat into the car and placed her next to the flowers. “You’ll love my girl. She’s the best.”

The beautiful feline meowed and curled up on the seat. He realized he’d have to come up with a name for her. Something special for such a beautiful cat, something that fits well. He had a feeling that the right name would come to him by the end of the day, or that you would help him if he got stuck.

“I think you’ll like the gang, too. They’re…” Bucky tapped a finger on the steering wheel. “They’re something.”

The team had been lost in many ways before becoming their own crazy sort of family.

Before he could stop himself, he said, “I know what it's like to be lost, but I’ll take care of you from now on, okay?” She lifted her head and stared with knowing eyes before he pet her head. Satisfied when she meowed, he smiled and started up the car. “Let’s go home.”

Had to bring Alpine in, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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I have come with a gift aka a fic of a Garrett Hedlund character 🫡🥺

🫶🏻

IM GOING IM GOING—THANK YOU DEAREST BABY YOU

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A fellow Garrett Hedlund girly 👀🫡

MY FELLOW HEDLUND GIRLY, YOU GET ME!!!

I love me this man so, so, SO MUCH. One of the main reasons why I am hanging in there IRL, and I hope to come back and show my appreciation to this hunk of a sweetheart, soon! 😭🙏🏼💐✨️

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i'm all for you ; jack mercer x reader ver.

a/n: It is (unofficially) Hedlund season, baby!! Thanks to @wetpussyju1ce's fic, I literally felt ALL the energy to make this, SO WE'RE STARTING WITH THIS CUTIE. I'll add Hedlund's other characters for this mini-series i.e. Hook & Sam Flynn, hopefully among others ;)) Don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, 'baby' as petname, bits of explicit language here & there, jack is hurt (but he's alive & well, baby!)

» curious to see the other instalments of 'i'm all for you'? check out my g.hedlund m.list!

'Oh, how he melted.' ;

He didn't mean to stop answering, he just loved listening to you talk, and he thought even my humming in affirmation to your words would have ruined the moment. 

The topics smoothly changed, and frankly, Jack preferred it that way, regardless of what you were even talking about, because it kept the moment going—Kept you from talking about whatever you wanted.

Jack was admittedly a little tired, having babysitted Daniela and Amelia with you when Jeremiah and Cami went out on their date night, but he had fun, and by the time the two of you tucked the sisters in after a dinner of pasta and ice-cream, the thought of a shower and being in bed with his one only practically called to him. 

Here he was, after a refreshing shower, practically splayed out in bed in his sweatpants, both the dimness of his room and the sound of you speaking away in the bathroom with the door ajar were just a sweet lullaby at this point.

“Jack?” He heard you calling his name, peeking your head out, and given the streetlights being the only source of illumination, you couldn't tell if his eyes were opened or not.

He stopped breathing for a second. He could've just told you he was awake, a quick ‘yeah?’ or a hum.

But, for some reason, he wanted to see how this would go.

You didn't try to call his name the second time, quickly finishing up in the bathroom before exiting and turning the lights off. If he was truly asleep, then you didn't want to rouse him out of it.

He quickly closed his eyes when you approached, feeling the edge of the bed where you sat dipped. Even so, he could feel your eyes on him, almost like you were staring deep into his soul.

He could be a dick and scare you… But, he didn't.

Didn't mean he couldn't though.

Right now, though? This felt very intimate, and he was already too curious about what you might do.

Would you slowly shake him awake? Maybe a kiss on his forehead? 

Or maybe… An opportunity for you to pounce and do something childish and draw a moustache on his face or a dick on his cheek.

Just as he wondered longer, his breath nearly hitched at the feeling of your fingers brushing at his upper chest. 

It almost felt like a lingering feeling, a ghost of a touch, when in reality, you were just being careful, especially as your fingertips slowly descended to where his bandage was, just below his pecs.

What a miracle. 

He felt you slowly and carefully get into bed, getting comfortable next to him, though not resting your head on the pillow just yet.

Instead, you took the time to marvel at him, reaching for his face and gently caressing his cheek as you smiled to yourself.

You had to have assumed he was truly asleep, for this was a different kind of intimacy, and Jack did not want it to end.

He stayed still, but not too tensely, ensuring his breathing pattern didn't change and gave away the fact that he was actually fully awake.

It took everything in him not to lean into your touch or better yet, pull you in for a big hug, but he managed. Barely, but managed.

Then, he felt it.

The softest kiss on his cheek. 

Then, another on his forehead before you murmured, and he could hear the smile on your face, “Goodnight, you.” 

Oh, how he melted.

The corners of his lips threatened to quirk upwards, but he was able to tame his urge, remaining still as you finally laid by his side, but not before carefully pulling the covers over you two.

He waited for a minute or two, then slowly stirred, wrapping his arms around you without opening his eyes, for even your warmth combined with his was enough.

“Goodnight, baby.” He finally whispered back, a response you most certainly did not expect, and when he felt you nuzzle his chest, hiding the embarrassed look on your face, and only then…

Only then did he finally smile.

With you in his arms.

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» a/n: the title is also in honour of Bennett & Amy Winehouse's Body & Soul' (beautiful song, I promise you) soo.. I hope this was squishy enough for my beloveds, and here's to more from me and you!! ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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TOO MANY FAV SCENES TO PICK I'M LITERALLY SHAKING LIKE A CHIHUAHUA BUT HERE WE GO:

He's never hurt her or made her feel bad. After all, he has to be nice, for Evelyn, and for his brother Jack, and he loves him a lot, so that means taking care of the girl Jack loves.

Jack comes down the stairs, jumping when he gets to the last bottom three steps and engulfs his girlfriend in a big hug.

Love it. Love, love, love, love, LOVE IT. Just love seeing works where the MC has moments with those who mean to Garrett's characters (i.e. the Delta Force with TF), and this! This lovey-dovey, family bullshit???

An absolute gem, as much as Bobby has his moments, and dearest, this just warmed my squishy heart, to be reading my first Jack fic of the year 😭🤲🏼🌹❤️

P.S. YOU HAD ME AT THE TITLE, I SEE YOU, MY CULTURED SISTER (already had me giggling and rolling hehehehe) 🗣🔊🔊

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

Jack Mercer x fem!reader w curly hair

2.6k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm fine!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing,"

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

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

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

Samir looks a little confused, "Sofi?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"$21.89,"

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

"I believe you," He doesn't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He did?" Jack raised a brow.

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

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

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

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

Bobby wheezed, "Let go!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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im writing fic for my bf jack mercer teehee. and his brothers are in the fic as well and i keep accidentally writing Booby instead of Bobby :D

now imagine me going back to re-read for any spelling mistakes and going BOOBY????????

Heh. Booby.

BUT YAY MORE LOVE FOR THE SWEETEST, MOST HANDSOME, MOST BABYGIRL MAN IN THE MOVIE IN MY HUMBLE OPINION 🗣️🔊🔊🔊 THANK YOU THANK YOU ANON! PLS SHARE SOON SO I CAN LET THE WORLD KNOW TOO

Just thinking about him makes me wanna cry, I can't-

LOOK AT HIM PLSSSS 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

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Hi.

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HEY BEAUTIFUL I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OKAY 🫶💙

MY BELOVED!

My baby! I am, I am, just away from Tumblr for a bit! Praying that you're doing just as well, if not, way better! Hope you found the good stuff on this site while I was away! Love, love, love you, talk more soon! 🫂😘

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Thought of the Day: Mitch Keller being a cheesy son of a gun.

a/n: Hedlund appreciation from yours truly! Never stopped dreaming about being his wife even when I was away. Don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

warnings: mentions of s~mut obv (minors DNI!), a LOT of fluff (lovesick bf-to-hubby Mitch) & the usual bits of explicit language!

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Mitch Keller.

Look at him singing his songs about you. It's also the same, lovesick look he gave before you two became official, always making sure you were watching in the crowd, in the best seat he'd reserve for you.

And when made a song dedicated to you for the first time?

Woo. The crowd were just as swooned as you were; the cheerful patrons whistling and giving you knowing grins.

The more... not-so-pleasant customers, namely the ones been eyeing Mitch (but never made a move in hopes that he'd be the one to have his eyes caught and magnetized) looking displeased, and shit, he'd ban them for good for 'unwanted presence' if he had to.

Just say the word.

He don't care, he just wants your attention. Your approval. Your smiles and giggles and dreamy sighs.

Your everything, and that never changed after you two got together, wiggling his brows and making little quips mid-song like 'this song always goes out to that pretty girl right there' or 'alright, alright, one more song, 'cause I ain't leaving my baby to work the bar on her own. She can do without me just fine, but I can't'.

And when he'd off the stage, it's already a common sight for both you and his customers to see Mitch with his arms opened and ready to squeeze his girl into his arms, peppering kisses all over her and whispering God knows what in her ears.

He's not sorry, it's just the way things are. He's simply a rugged man in love, giving his beloved what she deserves.

None of that 'bare minimum' bullshit he has seen many do nowadays, for what, some head?

Right.

Mitch Keller. He's just a man who was given a second chance in life, and he wasn't going to waste it whatsoever.

Kisses and hugs and dirty talking (among other ways he flirt with his own wife) to a maximum. His cooking? The best in the Midwest, making sure his girl is well-fed and more. Chores? He's more appalled that men nowadays need to be asked to do it.

His sex game? Say no more. His girl first, but, well, if his sweetheart wants to put him first, then who was he to deny her?

Again, just a man in love.

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a/n: I swear I'm okay, despite the lack of posts recently. This man is STILL very much on my mind 24/7, as do other men we appreciate here, including (especially) our beloved Benny 🌹

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@ you

Ooooo-WEEEEE 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥 How I've missed you BOTH! Found this man on the way, too!