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[cassandracaiin]

Ben of the Builders, you’ve been sentenced to Banishment

[imagines-in-the-maze]

Imagine #64

Character: Ben

Rating: M

Words: 913

Warning: smutty. You’re welcome ;)

Request: Can you please make a smutty Ben imagine? That would complete my life!

Credit: kisuteeth

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You struggle under the weight of your boyfriend, trying to throw his body off of yours, causing him to erupt into laughter that vibrates even your own body. It’s not even that you’re weak, he’s just huge! He could probably take down a whole Griever by himself, or, at least you like to think he’s that strong sometimes. You don’t stop trying, pushing your hands on his chest and trying to use your legs, but you get no give from his body, starting to yell that you’re going to tell Alby that he’s smothering you again.

“It’s still adorable that you think you can push me off.” Ben mocks, using his arms to hold himself up over you, body caged under his.

“Call me adorable one more time and I’ll shove my sneaker so far up your ass, you’ll taste maze dust for months.” You groan, using a hand to fix your hair out of your face. At this point, your face is red, not that you’re embarrassed, but that Ben does weigh enough to make it hurt when he sits on you.

“Aw, that’s adorable.” He coos, staring down at you, a grin on his face.

You quickly move to kick him, but he lowers his bottom half to the ground, pinning your body under him again. “Fuck you.” You frown, grabbing his face with your hands, pulling at his cheeks.

He shakes his head and holds it higher, watching you put your arms over your chest. “How hard?” He questions, pressing a kiss to your jaw bone.

“As hard as your shanky butt can.” You try not to laugh, feeling him plant small kisses along your face, causing you to have to squeeze your eyes closed.

And then Ben is on his feet, sweeping you up into his arms as he turns to find someplace to take you. The problem with the glade is the lack of privacy, the only problem you’ve only run into. You hear him whine to himself, looking around. People in the homestead, people gathering for dinner, nowhere to go. Unless…

Quickly to wiggle free from Bens grip, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the Runners hut, getting the crudely (well it was the best for what you were living with) made door shut as much as you could. “We’re going to get caught.” Ben hisses at you, watching you already yank off your shorts and fold them nicely.

“The only person out there who’d come in here now is…Minho.” You explain, waving a hand at him as you set your shorts down and approach him.

He’s on you in a second, pulling you close and kissing you, teeth hitting teeth. His body is warm, so much like you, but his is different, it feels nice. Your hands find his shirt, separating for only a second to rip it off of his body, tossing it at your feet. He’s back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You anchor a leg, small in comparison to his, in-between his legs and rub up, earning a moan through the kiss, hands moving from waist to ass and giving a squeeze. Ah yes, just the way you liked it.

He pulls away, stuffing his head between your neck and shoulder. “If we get caught, oh man Y/n this is so against all the rules.” He huffs, licking your neck.

"Dating isn’t against the rules.” You breathe out, putting a hand on his hair, fingers tightening around it.

“This is.” He reminded, rubbing his hips with yours slowly, earning a groan from the both of you.

You yank his head away hard and look him dead in the eyes, the corners if your mouth turning upwards. “Pants off now, don’t wanna get caught do we?” You tease,  watching Ben slide his pants off and slide his boxers down. “You know what happens to boys who get caught right?” You hum, letting your voice hit a seductive tone as you pull your panties off.

“Tell me again,  humour me.” He echoes your tone, pulling your bodies close before letting your body push onto the wall.

Legs lock eagerly around his waist and he just grins into your skin, making you shudder. He’s inside of you in moments, starting to pace himself.

“They-They have to- Holy hellllllll, Ben.” You moan, gripping his shoulders as he fucks you into the wall. It feels like what you imagine it must be like to never be sad or empty,  Ben inside of you.

"I have that effect on girls.” He groans cockily into the air, you dig your heels into his sides. “Ow.” Resonates from his lips, head smashing into yours.

“Be careful doofus, I bet I’m the only shuck girl who’s ever given you the time of day.”

“Oh fuck you.”

Silence.

You fight the urge to laugh, it slips out anyways masked with moans and half parts of his name. “You kind of are.” You snicker quietly, cut off by a hard thrust.

“True.” He adds to your reply, angling himself differently now.

The two of you moan and groan for what feels like forever until you hit your orgasm and he hits his, panting heavily.

“So I take it I can do it pretty hard.”

The only groan to leave your mouth is one of pure agitation.

[mazerunnermusical]

Ben the Builder

Can he kill him?

Ben the Builder

No he can't.

[imagines-in-the-maze]

Imagine #14

Character: Ben

Rating: K

Words: 355

Warning: none

Request from mrs-samantha-curtis: Can I please request an imagine with Ben? Something cute like he keeps hitting on you and you finally say yes to giving him a shot? Thanks.

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"C'mon y/n." Ben says as you both sit around the fire. 

"Stop asking Ben." You say in a soft voice. It was late, or really early in the morning. You were friends with Ben, and he's always tried asking you to be his girlfriend but you never thought he was actually serious about the whole thing. He was one of those guys who'd always ask you out. He'd compliment your hair, or tell you that you were beautiful and then ask you out. 

"I'm going to keep asking." He whispers. He's sitting right next to you. He's on your left with an arm around your shoulder. If someone walked by you could only imagine they'd think you were together. "You haven't actually said no yet y/n." He said, pulling you closer. You laugh and look up at him. 

"I'm not going to say yes so you can just forget it." You smirked. 

"How many times do I have to beg?" He asked. "One hundred times? Two hundred times?" 

"A million times." You said, still smiling. 

"Oh c'mon y/n." 

You liked him, but you didn't know how to tell him or how anything would work in the Glade. If you guys got out, if you got your memories back, would he still want you?

"I don't know Ben." You said seriously, changing the mood. 

"What are you afraid of?" He asked soothingly. 

"Everything. What if you get tired of me?" You say as you look down. Ben tilted you chin up to look at him. 

"I am never going to get tired of you y/n." He said. "Just give it a shot." He bit your bottom lip, and looked down at his. What the hell, why not? You leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, and he kissed you back. You could practically feel the promise he was making in the kiss, then you pulled away. 

"Alright, why not." You said and saw the smile on his face grow even wider. 

[mazerunnermusical]

I changed my icon in honor of this week of us changing our avatars to the famous scientests the Gladers are named after.

As you can see, I chose the guy on the $100 bill. Yup. Benjamin Fanklin, the guy Ben of the Builders was named after. AKA the guy who almost killed Thomas.

Ben is my spirit animal.