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illfoandillfie · 8 months

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Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Pairing: Rich Fuckboy!Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Summery: An unexpected call from Ben results in an unexpected evening.

Warnings: Smut (18+), Rich kid dickishness, dom/sub dynamics, mostly dom ben and sub reader, but also a little round the other way, a fair bit of derogatory/degrading language (esp whore), edging, cockwarming, a little spanking, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, piv sex, begging, bondage, forced orgasm. I think thats all.

Words: 12,890

A/N: Wasn't necessarily planning to write more of rich bitch Benny but then I saw some promo pics for his movie Love At First Sight and something in my brain booted up. This was written over a stupidly long time, literally months, so hopefully its okay lmao. Also please excuse any weird formatting. The way tumblr works, paragraphs can't be more than 4096 characters so some of the dialogue had to be broken up to make it postable.

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“You get two questions.” “Five,” Bianca countered. “Two. I want to have a shower.” “Fine.” She agreed, disgruntled. Bianca had ambushed you the second you got home, having stayed up waiting on the couch to hear all about your date with Ben. She’d listened patiently, laughing or nodding and squealing a little, as you told her about the restaurant he’d chosen and the club and ending up on the yacht. But when you’d admitted you had slept with him, she got so excited you were a little worried she’d forget to breathe. Bianca thought for a moment, choosing which of her questions were most worth asking, “Okay, one, was he good? Like did you get off?” “Yeah, he was very good,” you smiled to yourself thinking about just how good he’d been, following all your orders. Bianca seemed a little relieved that the exceptional lover she’d fantasised about so many times could live up to the image. “Was he into any weird kinks?” You thought for a moment, contemplating how little you could get away with saying, “Nothing super unusual. But y’know that’s stuff you don’t necessarily bring out the first time.” “Nothing kinky? Not even like some bondage or spitting or anything?” “You asked me about weird! Yeah there was a little bondage. Spanking too.”

"I knew it!” she said before the loudest squeal yet and you hurried to shush her before a neighbour complained. “He was hung right? Please god tell me he was hung.” “Thats more than two questions.” “Fuck, c’mon Y/N. Just describe his dick for me. I've been trying to picture it for years, it’d be mean of you not to tell me.” You laughed, enjoying teasing her but you felt a little bad for sleeping with her celebrity crush so held up your hands to demonstrate an approximate length, “Comparisons could be drawn to horses.” Her eyes lit up like it was Christmas, “I knew it.” “He wasn’t super thick but he was decently long. Nothing crazy but more than enough. Very slight curve.” She’d closed her eyes and hummed as you described him, “It’s beautiful,” she said dreamily. Laughing, you bid her goodnight, looking forward to showering and then heading to bed, but once more she stopped you. “Wait, are you going to sell the story?” “Oh, I can’t. He made me sign an NDA. I’ve probably said too much already so don’t go repeating it okay.” “So that’s why no one ever spills too many details.” “Yeah, must be.” You felt a little bad for lying but you really wanted to shower, and you knew she’d ask more questions if you admitted you didn’t want to tell anyone now. If the night had gone more to Ben’s plan, if you’d let him be in control, you wouldn’t have had any qualms about writing to a magazine with the big scoop. But he’d obviously cultivated a particular image in the public conscious, one that didn’t necessarily align with ideas of him as a willing, even eager, submissive. The thought of selling that story made you feel dirty in a way the other versions just wouldn’t. So, at the end of the night you’d promised to keep it a secret, even if that meant remaining poor. You’d gotten to domme The Benjamin Hardy after all, what more did you need.

As it happened, it wasn’t so much what you needed, but rather what Ben did. Around two weeks after your night together, you answered a call from a private number, hoping it wasn’t a scam caller. Your surprise at hearing Ben’s voice saying your name was rivalled only by his apparent surprise that he was calling. “Um, what’s this about?” you felt entirely caught off guard. “I- well, I guess I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight?” It didn’t sound so much like he was asking you, as he was questioning his decision to call. You laughed, stepping into your cupboard and pulling the door closed so you’d be less likely to be overheard. The darkness made everything feel more surreal than it already did, “You already bored of the airheads who just do what you say?” He scoffed, his uncertainty falling away at the first opportunity to be a tosser, “No, actually, I’m looking for an easy shag. Most of my regular options are at this fashion thing this weekend but I knew you wouldn’t be invited.” “Fashion event? Is that what they told you? They’re probably off trying for a different sugar daddy.” “Good luck to them. They’ll all be back, but my cock’s hard now.” You rolled your eyes, “C’mon Benny, you don’t have to lie to me. Just admit you liked what I did to you and want me to do it again.” “I just liked your cunt.” “You liked me threatening to peg you.” He paused for a beat, “I like the idea of fucking your arse more.” “Okay, this is cute,” you said, growing bored of his asshole attitude, “but I’ve got better things to do. Bye Ben.” “Wait, don’t hang up.” You let him hang in silence for a few seconds before saying, “I’m listening,” intrigued by the way the bravado had dropped from his voice. “Would you like to get dinner with me?” “Just dinner?” “Yes. Your call if anything else happens.” You hummed in thought, weighing up your options. On one hand, Bianca would freak out at even the smallest hint there was more than just a one-night stand between you and Ben. And you didn’t really feel like being paraded in front of cameras or his boorish friends again. But on the other, you’d clearly awoken something in Ben. To the point where he seemed willing to go out with you again, even without the promise of sex. And that was after just one night of being edged....imagine what you could do with more time. “Okay, dinner sounds nice. But not at that ridiculous place you took me last time.” “You didn’t like it there?” “It was nice, but the cameras are a bit of a buzzkill.” “Well I can get us in anywhere else, but the paparazzi will find me wherever we go.” “So then let me pick where we eat.” “Do you have a standing reservation at any Michelin star restaurants?” “No but they’re not the only places to eat in this city.” you only just managed not to call him an idiot. “The only worthwhile ones. Michelin literally means delicious in French.” “It’s a tire company Ben, it means jack shit. Just let me pick where we eat.” “Fine, but only if I’m guaranteed a shag. A good one, that I get to control.” “What happened to just dinner?” “I think we both know just dinner wasn’t really going to happen. You liked my cock too much. But if I’m not allowed to choose where we go, you’re not allowed to dom me.” “But isn’t that the entire reason you called?” “Not the entire reason. I’ll have you know there were ulterior motives.”

By the time Ben pulled up you were waiting out on the street. You’d decided it was best to get out without Bianca finding out who you were going out with, just to minimize the questions and potential jealousy or excitement. You weren’t sure which direction her emotions would go in. So you’d twisted the truth a little to make it sound like Ben was a random guy you’d matched with on tinder. Bianca had been interested but not as overbearing as she might have been had she known, her questions more general ones about where you were going and how long you’d been messaging the guy. Ben seemed a little surprised when he saw you waitingbut got out and held the limo door open for you. “Worried if I came up you’d forget yourself and just have to get my cock out?” You snorted, “No, I just don’t want Bianca to know I’m going out with you again.” “Bianca....why does that name sound familiar?” “She’s my roommate. I mentioned her last time. She was with me when we met and you first asked me out.” “Oh, right, the chick who puked.” Ben laughed, “You worried she’d be jealous? Should have invited her, she sounds easy and you know that’s my type.” “Ben,” you said firmly, beginning to regret not just hanging up on him, “you know that sort of comment isn’t going to work on me, especially since you’re talking about my friend. Now either stop acting like such a prick, or I will go back upstairs and block your number. There is no one here who is going to be impressed by your bullshit. “Sorry.” He said softly and surprisingly sincerely, “You look nice, by the way.” “Sure you don’t want to tell me I should have dressed sluttier?” You waved a hand in front of yourself, indicating the dress you’d chosen. It was neither as short, nor as tight, as the dress you’d worn last time, falling to your knees, not clinging to your skin. The only vaguely revealing part of the dress was a little bit of cleavage on display and even that wasn’t much. “No, it suits you. And you look lovely in it.” You were a little suspicious but chose to accept the complement, thanking Ben before saying, “I did do as you asked though. No underwear.” He tried not to look too pleased, “Can I see?” “Not yet.” “What if I promise to go down on you until we get to wherever you’re taking me – which is where by the way?” You gave him the address and he passed it on to the driver. “So?” he asked as the car began to move, “You know I know how to eat pussy.” You rolled your eyes, though you felt that at least his tact included offering to pleasure you rather than just himself, “No. Not yet.” “I thought you promised to be my whore,” he pouted. Ben still wasn’t used to not getting his way immediately, “My whores do what I say when I say it.” “Well we both know that doesn’t work with me, does it baby,” you weren’t sure how far Ben would let you push him, but it was fun to test the waters. He made a low rumbly sound, almost a growl, and for a moment you wondered if he’d put his hand on your throat like last time, attempt to intimidate you into complying. Instead, he just nodded and subtly palmed the front of his pants. “I know I let you maul me in this limo last time,” you felt confident enough that he wouldn’t try anything to continue, “but that was when I was trying to lull you into a false sense of domination. So we’re going to have dinner first and you’re going to be nice to me. And then, once we’re on the way to your place, that’s when I’ll let you take control.” Ben was quiet for a moment, contemplating what you’d said. You could see his habitual tendencies to objectify every women he talked to were battling with his clear enjoyment of being bossed around, “Okay, deal. But you’ll be fucking in for it later.”

“Who’s house is this?” Ben asked as he offered you a hand out of the limo, the bag of food in his other. You leant back in to grab the bottle of champagne and the glasses, able to feel Ben ogling the hem of your dress as it rose up the back of your legs, “It’s not the house we’re here for, c’mon.” You led him around the corner and up a little alley that ran behind the houses. Ben scrunched up his nose a little, “Bit…dingy isn’t it. Not really the sort of place I want to eat. Quickie during a party is a different story though.” You ignored him, leading him further down the path until it opened out into a little garden which was surrounded by trees, making it feel removed from the outside world. Ben’s dissatisfaction with the alley turned into a bemused approval, “Well this is quite nice. You set it up yourself?” “No, the lights got put up for a Christmas party a few years back and they just left them up.” Ben looked around at the twinkling white solar lights draped throughout the tree branches, “Well it’s not what I was expecting but it’s nice. Cute. Little bit romantic even with the moonlight and all. Well done.” You laughed a little and took the bag from him as you sat down in the middle of a circle of stone pavers, pulling out the few dishes you’d ordered as well as some paper plates and bamboo cutlery. Ben watched you for a while until you told him to sit down. He warily crouched down, brushing leaf litter from a patch before he sat proper. When he caught your raised eyebrow he shrugged, “This suit is worth more than you make in a year. Not even the best cunt in the world could make me ruin it.” “You think I have the best cunt in the world? I’m flattered,” you continued dishing up the food, handing a plate to Ben. “That’s not what I meant. We’ll see after tonight though. If you behave and take me the way I want, you might be in the running.” You did your best to hide a smile, trying not to give away how amusing his comment was. That is, until he took it too far and your smile turned into an eye roll. “Although, to really be sure I’d have to have all the contenders lined up for me to test out one after another. Hmmm, now that’s a thought." You cleared your throat, hoping a gentle reminder would be enough but Ben remained lost in pornographically unrealistic fantasies, the outline of his cock much more visible than it had been a moment before. “Fork Ben?” you asked, tempted to poke him with the implement.” “You’ve gotten eager but alright.” This time you did poke him, just quickly in the shoulder, emphasising correct articulation as you repeated, “Fork.” “Ow, alright.” He took the cutlery from you, “you’re the one who was talking about cunts though. Can’t blame me for mishearing.” Before you could do more than huff in response Ben quickly said, “So, you gonna explain this place to me? Because I can tell you, if we’re caught trespassing here, we’ll definitely end up in the papers and that sort of publicity is much less fun than being seen at a nice restaurant.”

You shook your head as you settled back with your own plate, “No, we have permission to be here. Hows the food by the way?” “Incredible. Can’t believe I haven’t heard of them before.” “Well they don’t have any Michelin stars so maybe that’s why. And don’t you start telling your rich friends about it. I don’t want you ruining my favourite Thai place.” Ben laughed, “So when you say we have permission to be here what do you mean?” “Well, I grew up in this area actually. One street over, but I used to come to this spot a lot. It was designed to be a little community garden, there’s still some planters over along the fence, but mostly it gets used for street parties and things, so usually it was empty. I used to come here when I wanted to be alone. It seemed so secret and secluded and, I don’t know, kind of magical I guess. I mean, now I know it wasn’t quite as secret as I thought. The house that we’re behind can see directly between those two trees,” you pointed at them, “and the old couple who used to live there were friends with my parents, so they’d keep an eye on me. And then when I was a bit older I did some baby sitting for their daughter who eventually moved back into the house to look after her parents and who still lives there now since she inherited it.” “So she can see us? Didn’t know you were into exhibitionism.” “She’s overseas at the moment. But our families have kept in contact and when I said I had a date I wanted to bring here she said it’d be fine.” “Condemning silence about exhibitionism which I’ve definitely filed away. But this place is nice. A little dirty perhaps, but nice.” He had another mouthful and then said, “So, why exactly did you bring me here?” “Isn’t that obvious?” He hummed thoughtfully, “Because you’re a dirty girl who likes doing it outside? Because you didn’t want me to have home ground advantage? Because you don’t like the idea of other women having me and this way you get me all to yourself? Am I getting close?” “I wanted to see you away from the cameras and the fawning models and the arseholes you call friends. I wanted a nice, normal sort of a night where we weren’t going to end up on the front page of every gossip website. And I wanted to see if you were a prick even without an audience.” “Please, you like it” he scoffed teasingly, “And I don’t understand what you’ve got against having your photo taken. I told you last time that being seen is half the fun. I mean, don’t me wrong, this is nice too. Just a bit boring in comparison.” “Mmm, well I’m sure there’ll be plenty of articles speculating on where you were tonight since no one’s got a picture.” Ben perked up a little at the idea, “That’s a good point. Maybe a quiet night every so often isn’t a bad idea.”

For the next little while, as you finished your dinner, Ben oscillated between total sweetheart and utter dickhead, as though he were playing Double Dutch with the line between. You’d hoped that getting him on his own would discourage some of the behaviours he’d displayed last time you’d been with him. If he wasn’t around his idiot friends, he’d have no one to objectify women with. If you weren’t at a restaurant, none of his previous or prospective conquests could remind him of wild nights that he’d then tell you all about. If he couldn’t throw money around in order to buy your company for the night, he’d have to offer stimulating conversation and a genuine reason for your interest instead. But apparently it was not as cause and effect as you’d assumed and Ben still managed to do all the things you’d hoped to avoid. And if anything, being alone with him with no other women to distract made him even more intent on getting you out of your clothes. He suggested first that dinner would taste better eaten off your tits. And then when you tried to come up with a new topic of conversation, he decided to reminisce about a time he’d seduced a TV personality on the set of a cooking show after they’d both been judging it. And every time you took a sip of champagne he’d watch as if telepathically trying to get you drunk. The annoying thing was that in between he was absolutely delightful. You knew there was a decent man buried beneath the layers of wankery his affluent lifestyle had imbued him with. But it was only after he smiled charmingly, leaned in close, and suggested you give him a quick handy if you weren’t going to lift your skirt, that you grew fed up enough to voice the opinion you’d formed about his style of flirting. “Y’know, I thought you’d be better at it.” “Better at what?” he asked suspiciously, “I can assure you I’m incredible at it, you just need a proper demonstration.” “No not that. Flirting. I mean, that is what you’re trying to do isn’t it?” “Obviously,” he said, taken aback. “I guess you’ve never had to really try have you? You were blessed with looks and money. Probably never been turned down in your life, even when you should have been.” “What are you talking about? Don’t tell me you actually are as dumb as the rest of them. And here I was thinking fucking your brains out would be an actual accomplishment.” “No, I just….it’s not good flirting. You realise that right?” “What do you mean not good flirting? It works every time.” “No, I think it’s the money that works every time. Being rich means you can get away with a lot of other bullshit.” When he seemed likely to try and contradict you, you spoke over the top of him, “Listen, I know I can’t speak for every woman you hit on but I can tell you that if an average looking guy with an average amount of money tried to flirt the way you do, he would be shot down. Very, very quickly. For the most part women don’t want to be degraded by random guys they go out with. And they don’t want to hear about all your other conquests when you’re hitting on them.” “Well what would you know,” he said, crossing his arms in sullen defensiveness.

You turned up the condescension, “Aww baby, I get it. You’ve never had to learn how to keep a girl interested without buying her attention." Ben was still pouting but his expression had changed, less cocksure. “It’s okay baby, I’ll keep you in line.” Ben gave half a nod but then paused, “Hey, wait. Stop making me feel subby, I’m meant to be domming tonight.” You laughed at how he sounded almost like he was going to throw a tantrum, “but it’s so easy and fun.” “Well turning you into a fucked out cockslut will be fun too.” There was a short pause and then Ben, much more seriously said, “But you really think my flirting is bad?” “I hate to break it to you but, kinda yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad. You just need some work. Sometimes you take things a bit far with the teasy banter.” “Like when?” “Hmmm well, just before when you were bragging about how expensive your suit is – which is pretty unsexy by the way – and then I countered with a joke about having the best cunt in the world. Personally I didn’t mind your come back about making me behave or whatever. It was a little crass maybe but not too much more than what I’d said, and since we both know I’m letting you take charge tonight it was a bit hot. But then you took it too far by inventing a scenario in which you would have the chance to compare me to other women. We went from hot to ick in a matter of seconds.” “I’m pretty sure I was implying that you would win.” “Didn’t really sound like it and absolutely not the point. How can I put it? When you talk to me like I’m a normal human being not something put in front of you for your sexual gratification, when we have a proper conversation with a little bit of banter, that’s fun and enjoyable and makes me want to sleep with you. But then you’ll tell me about some other woman you had sex with or you’ll make a derogatory comment about my friend, whom you’ve not even properly met, or you’ll act like you expect me to get my tits out as, I don’t know, decoration while you eat. Basically anything to imply that the only reason you’re even here with me is to have sex.” “But that was the agreement.” “I know. And I am totally fine with having a night out with the expectation it’ll end in sex. But it would be nice, and it would make me want to fuck you more, if you acted like getting laid wasn’t the only thing you care about. Especially because sometimes it’s like you don’t even care who you have sex with as long as you get off, like you have no interest in if I enjoy it, you just want to use me cause I'm there.” “And that’s bad?” “As a flirting technique yes.” “But it’s a complement? And I’ve been with loads of women who say being used is hot.” “Well it’s not the nicest complement ever. And I’m not saying it isn’t hot in some situations. But not everyone likes it and even women who do enjoy it don’t necessarily want it all the time or with someone they’ve never slept with before.” “Lighten up, it’s a bit of fun and I always get them off." “Yeah but you imply that you don’t care if they cum or not which makes you seem like a bit of an asshole. Plus sometimes it can come off a little rapey. Less like a ‘I don’t care if you cum’ and more of a ‘I don’t care if you actually want it’ type thing. I don’t think I need to tell you why that’s unattractive.” “I- no- how,” Ben spluttered before he finally managed, “I would never!” “I’m not saying you have and I’m not saying you would. But sometimes you can come off a bit like that, even if it’s well intentioned. Last time we went out you pinned me down in the back of your car, your hand on my throat, and told me I was going to do everything you wanted. You were practically a stranger, I didn’t know where we were, I had no quick way of leaving partly because we were in your car and partly because of the stupidly high shoes I was wearing. It was kind of threatening. I mean I know that wasn’t your intention but…” you trailed off letting Ben absorb what you’d said.

“I really didn’t realise that’s how I sounded, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. I was never scared or anything, I didn’t think you would rape me. And I don’t say this to accuse you of something or to be mean. I’m just sick of some of the things you’ve been saying, and I think you deserve to know that what you think is cheeky flirting can come across differently to the women you’re flirting with. "Um, well, thanks I guess. ‘Spose it is better for me to know. Don’t want to get cancelled or whatever, father would kill me. So, do you want me to take you home now?” “What? No, not at all.” “I don’t want you to think you have to sleep with me. If you want to end tonight early, I’m okay with that.” “Oh, baby, no, that’s not what I want. I came here knowing I’d end up in your bed and I think we can still have fun. Besides, I’m still eating.” “Are you sure? Wouldn’t think you’d still be up for it after everything you said.” “To tell the truth I'd really love to dom you now. Punish you for some of the gross bullshit you’ve said, put you in your place again. But we made a deal and I’m very happy to hold to it.” “Really? I think you killed my boner.” You giggled, “Well if you don’t want to, we can just finish dinner and you can drop me home. But I think I can get you back up.” Ben eyed you suspiciously, “How?” “I train you to behave better.” He shifted surreptitiously but didn’t say anything. “We stay here, finish dinner, finish his bottle of champagne, talk for a bit. But every time you say something I would consider bad flirting technique, I will do something to remind you to be better. Pull your hair, maybe edge you, whatever will get the message across.” “I guess that could be fun.” Ben said, trying to sound as if he didn’t mind and failing, “Not really the deal we made though.” You laughed, “Are you telling me that wouldn’t make you want revenge? Being edged and teased when you were meant to be in charge. Wouldn’t that rile you up. Make you want to turn the tables, show me who’s boss. I mean, all your cocky dom behaviour is what got me wanting to tie you up last time, but maybe it doesn’t work like that for you.” “Oh! I hadn’t thought of it like that.” “Because you like when I tell you what to do.” “No. Well maybe a bit. But mostly because I feel bad and thought I should just do what you want so you’d know I wouldn’t, like, hurt you or whatever. I mean, I would have expected another night for you to make it up to me but…” “It is tempting but I’ll admit I might have some ulterior motives for letting you dom me,” you leaned closer to Ben as if you were about to reveal a big secret, “You can learn a lot about how to control a guy by letting him control you. So I’m happy to let you do virtually anything you want to me. With a few exceptions.” “What sort of exceptions?” “I don’t mind anal play,” you dropped into a more serious tone rather than the sultry one you’d slipped into, “but I haven’t done any prep for it so none of it tonight please. Also, I would prefer any marks left are in easy to hide places. Concealer can be bloody expensive and I don’t want to waste any on whatever hickeys and bruises you want to leave. And I’m not super into choking. I don’t mind a hand on my neck but no squeezing if possible.” Ben hummed, “But everything else is on the cards? Mouth and cunt? Spanking? Hair pulling? Tying you up?” “Mmhmm. Whatever you want. As soon as we’re back in that car of yours. Of course, if you’re feeling all subby then that could be what you want.” A low rumble emanated from Ben’s throat as if he were growling and it made you intrigued and a little wet. But you did your best to play it cool, “See, looks like we’re fixing your boner already.”

Fortunately for you, it seemed to take Ben a little while to grasp just what you considered inappropriate flirting. At first you kept your reminders small, giving him firm taps and small pinches, maybe cutting him off to tell him to try again. But, when the lessons didn’t seem to be sticking, you ramped it up a little. By the time you were finished with the food and had moved on to finishing the champagne, he once again tried to describe a night he’d spent with another women, going into unnecessary detail about her figure in less than polite terms. You let him talk as you undid his zip and reached into his pants. Ben hummed as your fingers stroked along his already semi hard length, easily pulled free since he’d not worn underwear either, “Your gonna try and outdo her now are you?” he asked, seemingly having forgotten your threats, “Hope you know how to suck properly cause she was an expert.” You didn’t respond, just kept focused on the handjob as Ben went back to describing what the young woman had done to him. His voice became strained as he got more excited, his cock well and truly hard within your grasp, beads of precum at his tip. “Why’d you stop?” he groaned when you removed your hand before he could finish. “I told you I’d edge you.” “I thought you were bluffing,” he admitted, his face flushed. “Oh I never joke about edging baby. Especially when I’m using it to correct bad behaviour.” “What’s to stop me just finishing myself off?” “Well then you obviously wouldn’t need me at all tonight.” Ben’s hand hovered over his cock for a moment before he moved it aside. “Good boy. Now tell me more about that art show you mentioned. Did you say there was an auction?”

“Um, yeah.” He blinked like he was trying to get his brain to switch thought, “Father thinks I should be seen at fundraisers and charity events more than at clubs and restaurants so I mostly went to keep him off my back. It was mostly pretty boring but I ended up winning this stunning painting, only good piece of the night. Very detailed nude. The tits on her, phwoar. I even met the model who posed for it. Wanted to com-” Ben cut himself off as you began wanking him again. “Sorry.” “Thank you for apologising baby,” you sped your hand up, figuring since he’d caught himself before he said anything really bad you wouldn’t draw this one out. “You can stop, I didn’t say anything.” “Aww baby, I still have to edge you. Otherwise you’ll never learn.” Ben swore when you did release him, his breath heavy as he said, “That wasn’t fair. I wasn’t even going to say anything bad. Besides your tits are better. Not as big but I’ve touched both and yours are better. No, no, please.” “You can come up with a better complement than that.” You sighed, as if edging him was a chore you didn’t enjoy. “Fucking bitch. I know this is just cause I’ve got the best cock you’ve ever had and you wanted an excuse to touch it.” “Amazingly, that’s worse. And it’ll cost you another three edges. One for calling me a bitch. One for being so far up your own ass you think I couldn’t possibly have had better. And one because I know you’re enjoying this and that’s why you keep saying the douchiest shit.” You pulled your hand away, “Thats one.” Ben whined when you started on the next, the break between only short. “Don’t cum,” you reminded him, “it will not stop me, I’ll just overstimulate you instead. Maybe then you’ll really learn your lesson.” “Please, please, close,” Ben managed to whimper, and you pulled your hand away again to reward him. Ben whined and pounded his fist against the ground once, but he managed to keep whatever thoughts he was having to himself. He was clearly learning. “Just one more, okay baby?” Ben nodded, leaning back on his elbows. His cockhead was dark and precum dripped down his shaft. He wouldn’t last if you began another edge too soon so you decided to toy with him in other ways while you waited. Pushing yourself to your knees, you gathered the hem of your dress in your fists and slowly began to raise it. “Wasn’t sure I believed you,” Ben said, not quite managing to sound as cocky as he had before the edges but making a valiant attempt “Good to know you can follow instructions.” He reached a hand out as if to touch your naked pussy but you tutted and grabbed his wrist. “Not yet, baby.” you shuffled closer, keeping the front of your dress lifted as you placed a knee on either side of his legs. “Now edge yourself for me.” Ben groaned with longing as he looked at your cunt, but then he switched to glaring at you as he did as you’d said, slowly working his hand along his shaft, aided by precum and a little of his own spit. You’d been fully prepared to rub yourself along his cock or even against his thigh if he’d made a fuss, but he hadn’t even tried to argue. He was clearly planning your demise, if his expression was anything to go by, but you had expected that and only minded in so much as you were missing out on the subby little face he made when you’d had him last and he’d given in completely. But you let him go, occasionally instructing him, but mostly just watching his reactions, seeing if you could pick when he was close. It didn’t take long for him to get there, whining as he pulled his hand back. “Good boy,” you let your dress drop again, leaning forward to carefully tuck his leaking cock back into his pants, hoping that just your touch wouldn’t set him off.

Settling back onto the rug you continued the conversation as if nothing had happened, sipping at your champagne. Ben drank his a little faster, still staring daggers at you from over the rim of his glass, even when responding to you. But he seemed to have learnt his lesson. Once or twice he started to say something but cut himself off and changed tact, and you ended up having a genuinely pleasant chat. He was still flirty, still explicit about how much he wanted to fuck you, just less obnoxious about it. You didn’t have to hear about any more of his previous sexual escapades at any rate, and he was attentive enough to make you feel like sex was only most of what he cared about. Finally, you decided to put him out of his misery and see what he had in store for you. “Bottles empty." “I’ve got more back at the hotel” Ben said, catching on instantly – the bottle had been empty for a little while. “Perfect,” you smiled and let him help you to your feet, collecting the rubbish in the bag from the Thai place and dropping it into a bin out on the street as he hurried you back to the car. The driver stubbed out a cigarette on the road when he saw you approaching and was holding the door open by the time you reached him.

You were barely inside when Ben put his hand on your knees, pushing your legs open. “Already?” you asked, breath hitching as he exposed you. “Are you kidding? After what you did tonight, you think I’d wait?” he leaned in closer, one hand sliding up your thigh as the other remained firm on your knee so you couldn’t close your legs again, “After last time you really think I wouldn’t be itching to get my hands on you? You got something no one else has had and I’m so fucking annoyed that I liked it. I went home so pissed off after we docked because I know that you could have me on my knees, at your beck and call, in an instant. And I can’t have you out there bragging about it, telling anyone else, or I’m ruined. Especially because I also love domming sluts. Now, we did your quiet little dinner thing, I listened to you criticise me and imply I don’t satisfy my women. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, I let you have some fun at my expense. You were obviously so desperate to get my cock out that you had to make up an excuse to touch me,” his fingers stroked against your cunt and he smirked as if your wetness was proving him right, “but that’s okay. I like my whores desperate.” You wanted to interrupt him, to tell him that he was wrong, or better yet to steal control from him again, but as soon as you opened your mouth his palm was covering it. “Shhh no, it’s my turn to talk. I think it’s time for you to have a lesson, a hard lesson, in what it means to be my whore. That was our deal anyway. So you’re going to be quiet and do what I want. Nod if you consent.” You decided you must have got through to him at least a little bit since he was now trying to make consent clear, it was a far cry from when he’d last had you pinned down in his limo anyway, and you had agreed to it beforehand. So you nodded. “You’re going to be an eager and willing slut for me aren’t you?” You nodded but it wasn’t enough for Ben who moved his hand away and ordered “repeat what you are.” “You’re eager and willing slut. Sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. And you will enjoy everything I do to you. That’s not a threat, that’s a promise. Now show me your cunt again.” He sat back and you readjusted yourself in the seat, hitching your dress up as you spread your legs wider. Ben hummed in appreciation, “Touch yourself for me.” You swallowed thickly and did as he asked, stroking your fingers over your lips, already a little wet from teasing him. But Ben expected more, “Do it properly. You know how big I am, get yourself ready so I can fit.”

It made you want to roll your eyes but you resisted the urge, ready to play along like you’d promised. Instead, you kept eye contact with him as you stuck your fingers in your mouth, slicking them up with saliva before moving them back down to your cunt. On another day you might have been able to use the position to your advantage, make him so eager for you with your display that you could take charge before he realised what was happening. You were certain that if you’d made Ben watch you fingering yourself last time he would have turned submissive before you even made it onto the yacht. But he seemed determined to give you a taste of your own medicine today. He made a pleased sound and just watched. There was definitely a tension to him – something in the way he sat back from you and how his hand rested on the edge of the seat as if he were about to dig his fingers into the soft leather to keep from giving in – but he kept up the appearance of nonchalance. Which made you less sure of your assessment, and more worried about what he had in store for you. By the time you were adding a third finger, you felt very flustered and warm. Ben hadn’t looked away once. He’d relaxed more, content with watching despite how he was straining against the fabric of his pants. He’d made a couple of comments to either instruct you more specifically, or to gloat about how following orders suited you. “You like to play at taking charge, but we both know you want a man like me to control you.” You shook your head but your defiance was undercut by a whine. Ben just laughed, “you’re cunt agrees with me. I can see how wet you are. I can hear it. Don’t think you’re wet enough to handle my cock yet though. Guess I should give you a hand.” He’d been slowly rolling up his sleeve as he spoke but once it was up he quickly moved to take over. His body boxed you in against the seat and he pulled your fingers free, replacing them with his own. You half expected him to reach for your throat like last time but he didn’t. He did however shove three large fingers into your cunt, making you whine a little at the extra stretch of them. “Knew you needed help,” he smirked as he began fingering you relentlessly, his movements shallow and fast but reaching deeper. After a few rapid strokes he added in a little curl of his fingers against your front wall and you moaned suddenly. The look Ben gave you was his most insufferable yet, entirely too pleased with himself, but there wasn’t much you could do since he was making you feel so good.

Entirely too quickly he stopped and you looked around confused, wondering if you’d arrived already. Ben didn’t answer, more concerned with getting his pants undone and pushing them down. You were about to suggest that maybe he was the desperate one when he sat down and beckoned you over. “You wanted it so bad, whore, here you go.” When you didn’t move straight away he clicked his fingers, “I know it's a monster but your cunt can take it. C’mon.” You moved closer and Ben grabbed your hips, manhandling you onto his lap, groaning as you sank down he shaft. Your back was to Ben, so you braced your hands on his knees, assuming you were meant to ride him. But he stopped you, wrapping an arm around you to keep you still, “no don’t move. You can warm me for a bit while I explain the trouble you’re in.” You squirmed, not out of a strong desire to exhaust yourself riding him, more to show he wouldn’t have it too easy, even if you had agreed to submit. Ben’s grip remained tight but his other hand did slip down to your pussy, his fingers finding your clit with surprising ease and rubbing it lightly. Not firm enough to get you very far but enough to make you want more. “You’re going to get a taste of your own medicine. I’m going to make you wait, and I’m going to make you beg, and I’m going to have you as much as I can tonight. And maybe again in the morning if you’re lucky.” “How do you know I’ll beg?” “Well if you don’t that’ll be your problem. Because you won’t be cumming until you do. But, see, I’ll get off as much as I want. Your little edging game means that even just being in you has me close already. It gave me some ideas too.” That was when he started rubbing your clit properly, his fingertips pressing against it, pulling you closer to the edge. You knew it wouldn’t last, that he’d stop before you got anywhere near orgasm, but that didn’t change how disappointing it was when he did. Especially because you involuntarily clenched around his cock at the sudden lack of stimulation, and heard Ben groan in your ear. “God you feel good when I deny you,” he said as he started again. You quickly lost track of how many edges you had and how long you’d been in the car. Ben hadn’t had the satisfaction of hearing you beg, but he’d made you whine and whimper. And he’d had more actual satisfaction than you, managing an orgasm just from the wet warmth of you tightening around him a few times. He’d gone rigid for a moment as he reached his release but then he’d recovered himself and gone right back to edging you. You’d tried to clench around him more intentionally, hoping to overstimulate him a little, but if he felt much he didn’t let on. Which meant that by the time he pushed you from his lap you could feel a combination of his cum and your slick on your thighs and dripping from your cunt. The car pulled up as Ben said, “Clean yourself up,” tossing you a few tissues from a pocket inside his suit jacket, “Can’t have you dripping through the foyer.” That felt more humiliating than anything else he’d done or said, especially because of how horny and wet you were, but Ben didn’t seem to notice as he tucked himself away again and smoothed out his suit. Once you’d straightened yourself up as much as you could in the confines of the limo, Ben helped you out, once again acting the gentleman as he offered you his arm.

You tried to act as normal as possible as you walked through the foyer of what was obviously a five star hotel, an ambitious goal considering what had happened on the drive there and how fancy the place seemed. "Do you live here?” you asked, hoping that having a conversation to focus on would help with the image you were attempting to cultivate. Ben shook his head as you approached the lifts, “No, I have a house. Father bought it for me when I turned 18. He thought it would do me good to live on my own or something. But I never take the women I fuck there.” You blinked, surprised, “why not?” “If I was dating them it would be different, and in fact one of my exes did move in there with me for a while. But one night stands don’t get to see where I live. I permanently keep the penthouse suite here for getting my dick wet. That’s how you know you’re one of my whores.” He didn't give you a chance to respond, pulling you into a demanding kiss, his hands roaming over your arse until the elevator dinged at his floor.

It was a short walk to his door and Ben already had the keycard out by the time you reached it, clearly eager for more. He took just enough time to place a do not disturb hanger on the door handle before he pushed you to your knees right there in the entry way. When you looked up he was working on unbuckling his pants again, his cock already hard as he pulled it out, his quick refractory time a result of the edges, or so you assumed. “I’m sure you’ve got some little plan to get on top going on in your head right now, Y/N,” he said as he worked on his pants, “But I assure you it won’t be happening tonight, so I think a little test is in order. You need to prove you can submit before you go any further.” You nodded meekly, already horny and resigned to your fate. “Well go on, suck.” You shuffled forward, feeling Ben’s large fingers twisting softly in your hair to guide you. Bracing yourself for his fist to tighten or for him to force you down his shaft, you pressed your lips to his tip. But he defied your expectations, his hands leaving you altogether once he had you in place. It was strange but you didn’t complain, focusing instead on his cock. Ben sighed in pleasure as you brought a spit wet palm up to stroke his shaft, your mouth busy becoming acquainted with his tip, but otherwise he made little acknowledgement of your actions. Instead he preoccupied himself getting undressed. You felt more than saw him shimmy out of his jacket, flinging it unceremoniously to the floor behind him. Next came the sound of his wristwatch being placed, much more carefully, on the hall stand beside you. A moment later his cufflinks joined it. When he took off his dress shirt you had to pause your bobbing, letting him fall from your lips as you pulled back to watch. He did have a very nice chest, you remembered that from last time, and you were sure he’d take your looking as a complement. Ben flashed you a pleased look as he noticed you, allowing you to watch as he slipped the shirt from his arms and dropped it to the floor, but once it was off he considered the show over. His fist was once again in your hair, this time much more forcefully tugging you back towards his cock. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” he drawled as you got your lips around his tip and felt his palm pushing you further down his length. You managed okay to start but without being able to control your pace as much you couldn’t keep from gagging as you took Ben deeper. Ben hummed, clearly satisfied with the sound, his hand loosening a little as a reward. You took the hint and found a rhythm that pleased him, working yourself up and down his shaft, your hand stroking whatever wasn’t in your mouth. You gagged a few more times as you pushed yourself further, but Ben definitely enjoyed it when you did. All of a sudden he stopped you, both hands in your hair to keep you from moving. “I think you’re ready now, hands off.” You had no idea what he thought you were ready for but you did as he said, partly because you wanted to prove him wrong about your ability to follow orders, but mostly because you were very turned on and wanted to hurry up and get to the bit where he’d fuck you for real. The thought was distracting enough that you were caught off guard as he pressed his hips forward, pushing more of his cock than you were ready for towards your throat. You gagged again and Ben groaned.

“Good girl, just take it.” He said grunted as he thrust into your mouth again, and then again, not worrying about going slow. Your hair was tangled tight in his fingers, keeping you from moving too far from where he wanted you. Instinct made you try to lean back a little but aside from Ben’s grip, you were too close to the door to get very far. You heard Ben’s knuckles bump against it, the solid wood an intimidating barrier behind you that made it clear you had little choice but to do as Ben wanted. You assumed that if you’d tapped out, Ben would have let you, but you didn’t want to. Ben had been right when he’d said it was hot to be used. You were already very wet but your pussy ached as he fucked your mouth, denying you what you really wanted so he could take what would satisfy him. Each shift of his hips made indecent wet sounds as saliva built up and dripped onto your chin and he pulled more gags from your throat. Tears pooled in your eyes but Ben didn’t seem to care. He kept up fucking you for longer than you might have expected if you’d been able to think clearly enough to guess. Especially with how turned on he must have been, just based on the groans and moans he made as he used you. But finally Ben seemed to reach a limit of just how much pleasure he could withstand. His hips sped up, and he grunted each word on a new thrust as he said, “Gonna fucking cum. You better fucking swallow.” You blinked more tears from your eyes which Ben took as compliance with his wants as he got himself off, rutting against your tongue until he stopped, keeping you pinned between his hips and the door as he filled your mouth with cum. Ben pulled out quickly which you were thankful for. You’d been able to steal breaths throughout the blowjob but had unwittingly held your breath as he finished, and were eager to be free. He took half a step back, hands rising to his hips as he stared you down, daring you to recoil at the taste of his cum or worse still to spit it out. Between heavy breaths through your nose your swallowed, fighting the urge to wipe your eyes or face. “Good girl,” Ben cooed as if he’d expected a brattier display, “I knew that fem dom shit was just a cry for attention. This was what you really wanted all along.” You shook your head so that you could at least say you tried to disagree, but Ben was more concerned with tucking his cock away again and missed the display of defiance altogether. Once he was sorted he helped you up, taking a moment to examine your face before dragging his thumbs under your eyes to clear up the mascara that had transferred there. “Pointless,” he muttered softly when he realised he was mostly just spreading the mascara around, “I’m sure it wont be the last you cry tonight. Unless of course you want to admit you’re nothing more than a desperate whore and beg for my cock.” “I’m not begging,” you frowned, sure he’d be quicker to give in once he got close to your pussy. Ben just smiled, “You will. For now I want you on the bed.” You made to move down the hall but he stopped you before you made it more than a step. “Wait. There’s a rule I have. Whores aren’t allowed to wear clothes past this point. I might make an exception for nice lingerie but not tonight. Not for you.” He didn’t even give you the satisfaction of stripping for him, pulling the zip of your dress down and tugging on your dress until it slipped down to join the mess of discarded menswear on the floor, quickly followed by your bra. “Mmmm,” he hummed as his eyes raked over your naked body, “Perfect. Bed, now.” A spank landed on your arse cheek and you hurried ahead of him, able to feel Ben’s eyes on your arse for the whole length of the corridor.

The upside of being on the bed before Ben had even entered the room was that you had ample time to admire how good he looked without a shirt. You openly ogled him as he moved to the cupboard, taking a moment to dig something out, though his delicious back was blocking your view of what it was. Although your preoccupation with his naked chest also meant you weren’t as observant as you might otherwise have been. You were too distracted to notice him tuck something into his pocket, and you entirely missed it when he began speaking, only realising when he seemed to address you. “-only fair I get to do the same to you, right?” You blinked, knowing you’d missed something but not wanting to let on because you knew he’d be a dick about it. As it was he raised his eyebrows and prompted you to respond, “Well? It’s a simple question. You’re not normally this ditzy, did sucking me off make you too horny to think?” You shook your head, “No Sir, I thought it was rhetorical.” For a moment you weren’t sure your gambit had worked but then Ben laughed, “Almost a shame you’re not so cockdumb yet. But maybe you’re right,” Ben strode around to the top right corner of the bed, squatting slightly to pull something from under the mattress, “My expectation was that you’d agree.” He grabbed your wrist and tugged it back, fitting a black loop around it. As he tightened the restraint you realised what he’d been talking about. That this was pay back for when you’d tied him to the yacht’s bed. He’d been eager for it then, practically walked you through tying sailor worthy knots with the rope, but you couldn’t blame him for wanting to see you bound to his bed in the same way. So you just wriggled yourself into a little more comfort as he rounded the bed and restrained your other wrist too. “Now what are you going to do to me?” you pouted at him coyly, feeling a little like you were poking a bear. “I already told you.” he said, kneeling on the end of the bed, “I’m going to make you beg.” That was when he revealed what he’d taken from his cupboard and tucked into his pocket. The vibrator wasn’t huge but it was powerful, making you jolt as he pressed it to your clit. You squirmed but the wrist cuffs kept you from being able to move too far from its buzzing and you couldn’t help but moan as your long denied orgasm built. Ben quickly stopped the toy, replacing it with his fingers, dragging them through the wetness between your lips, “Go on whore, tell me you want my cock in this needy cunt.” You shook your head, biting your lip to keep from moaning again as his fingers entered you easily. He thrust them in and out of you a few times before bringing the vibrator back to your clit. Whenever Ben sensed you were getting close he’d stop touching you entirely. Sometimes even before you were close, preferring to hedge his bets and stop early rather than risk giving you the orgasm. It would undercut his dominance if you came earlier than he wanted, even if he ruined it. So he was careful with how he edged you. He alternated between his fingers and the vibe. When he felt you were enjoying yourself too much he’d intentionally ignore your clit. You’d be left with three of his fingers pumping into you, hearing Ben make pleased little hums when he found spots within you that made you whine or gasp. When that didn’t seem to be enough to make you give in he upped the ante, pressing the tip of the vibrator into you. It didn’t stretch you as much as his fingers (or his cock) did, but the patterns of vibrations when he turned it on made up for what it lacked in size.

While you’d already decided you’d let Ben have it his way, part of you still wanted him to have to work for it. Unfortunately, any ideas you had about withstanding his onslaught went out the door very quickly. You were way too worked up to hold out and the combination of his fingers and the toy he was fucking into your cunt had you begging in only a few short moments. At your first, “please Sir,” Ben laughed. “Embarrassing how easy that was,” he smirked, “I expected more but I guess you really are just one of my whores.” You whined as he removed the vibrator and his fingers, worried the edging would continue all night. “S’pose it’s about time I fuck you properly. Lord knows im stiff for it.” You watched as he undid his zip and finally removed his pants, his cock semi hard again, and you couldn’t keep yourself from begging again. “Only one question left. How should I do it? Flip you over and take you from behind?” He wrapped his fist around his cock and you whimpered as he stroked himself harder, “Make you ride me? I know how much you like being on top. Think I like the idea of seeing you under me too much for that. This time anyway. No, I know what I want.” His breath came a little harder as he moved onto the bed, cock still in hand as he pushed your legs open again. “I want you to watch me while I fuck you. I want you right where you are, tied up, incapable of dominating me. You’ll soon see how much you like it.” As he spoke he pressed against your hole, teasing you one final time before he finally gave you what you wanted. His cock slipped in easily, and Ben’s groan was nearly as loud as yours. At another time, with free hands and a clearer mind, you might have enjoyed that more, knowing Ben was as desperate as you were. But after so much edging and teasing, you could only focus on how good and full you felt. Ben’s eagerness extended beyond just sounds of delight too. Any plans he might have had to draw it out, go slow and deep to torment you more, went out the window as soon as he felt you clench around his shaft. His hips jolted forward, cock sinking into your audibly wet cunt, and he couldn’t help but do it again and again, falling into a rapid rhythm. Barely half his length made it in you, his thrusts too rapid to allow him to get much deeper, but it didn’t matter. The feeling of him dragging against your walls would have been enough, but Ben also added a thumb to your clit. He rubbed you messily, more concerned with how it felt to be inside you, but you didn’t need much stimulation to get close again. “Cum,” he said simply when you moaned about how good he felt. He fucked you through the first orgasm, praising you for being such a good whore, not even relenting when you were panting, no longer arching under him. “You’re going to cum again, sweetheart” he ordered, pounding into you with a particularly hard thrust that made your head spin. A slight breathlessness was the only sign he was at all worked up, which just added to his control, and all you could do was nod in agreement, sure you would cum as many times as he wanted no matter how hard it became. Ben chuckled, clearly pleased with how fucked out and compliant you were, but focused his energy into fucking you rather than any banter. You squirmed a little more, a touch sensitive after your first orgasm, but not uncomfortably so, and your second came up quickly too, your body eager for release after being denied it for so long. Ben didn’t last much longer either, the feeling of your cunt tightening round his cock again enough to undo him. He groaned more and more as he got closer, finally pressing himself as deep as you could take him as he hit his release with a satisfied moan.

Ben collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you comfortingly into the mattress as his lips found your neck. He was breathing harder now, the puffs of warmth tickling your skin. You groaned as you tried to shift under him, your thighs aching from being spread open, but you found you couldn’t close them since Ben was still filling you. “Uh uh uh,” he tutted into your skin, “Didn’t say you could shut your legs.” He pushed himself back up, leaning back to look at himself disappearing into you, “You look good like this.” You shivered as he ran a finger around where you were stretched around his length, your wrists jolting in the bonds. Ben remained thoughtfully silent for a moment, absentmindedly touching your pussy and your thighs, as he took in your dishevelled and restrained appearance. “I think I want to see you cum again.” “Again?” you whimpered, partly from his touch and partly from his tone. He answered by reaching for the vibrator again, pressing it to your clit and holding it there until he’d forced a third orgasm from you, just because he could. It was good but a lot, your body more sensitive now, and unable to move as freely as you’d have liked. There was no escaping the stimulation, no shifting your hips to change the angle of the vibrations or to spread them over more of your cunt than just your clit. You had to take it the way Ben wanted you to, the vibrators setting higher than you would have chosen, pressed firmly in place until your toes curled and your thighs shook. Ben pulled out as you neared the climax, so that when you came he could watch his own release dribble onto the sheets, grinning cockily at the sight. When he was finally satisfied, he turned the toy off and let you collapse, chuckling as he leaned over to free you from the restraints. Gently he rubbed your wrists, making sure you were okay as you gathered your senses. “What was it you said about me not caring if my whores get off?” he asked, flopping on top of you again. You wanted to come back with something clever but your brain was still too hazy to manage anything more than, “Oh shut up.” “You beg real fucking pretty by the way. It’s obvious I’m the best you’ve had.” You rolled your eyes at his smirking, the insufferable way he was speaking reigniting your desire to put him in his place, “Keep being such an ass and I’ll have to pick out a toy to use on you.” You squeaked as Ben cut you off, grabbing your cheeks so your lips were pushed into a pout. “No. Eager and willing sluts don’t threaten their Sir’s. While you’re here, you’re mine,” his hand covered your cunt possessively, “I’m going to want you again tonight and I expect you to keep being the good girl I know you secretly love being.” You swallowed thickly, nodding in his grasp. Ben let you go and, as if to soften his words or placate you, added, “But maybe tomorrow I’ll let you tell me some of your silly ideas, see if you can convince me they’re more fun than fucking my new toy brainless.”

#ben hardy smut #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #my writing #my fics

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romanarose · 6 months

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More Triple Frontier thoughts: Santi

I'll have a part for all of them and things I've noticed

So I rewatched TF on Wednesday and REALLY paid attention to it and I gotta say, I really got what y'all mean with Santiago being manipulative this time. I mean, I got it before to some degree (in LaL, we explore that a little bit) but know that I feel I have a deeper understanding of all the characters (Yes, including Tom, I'll have a part for him too.) I feel I see how exactly he played all of them.

He texts the idea to Frankie and the Millers and apparently none of them replied. Santi says he went to will first is interesting, and Will says he'll go if Tom does. Interesting.

But Tom, Tom's the one who decides if this is happening or not. It's possible that Benny could have gone without Tom's go, since he accepted the mission without asking any questions about who was going, but I don't know if Will would talk him down. Benny respects his brother a lot as a brother, team member and his coach.

We see initially in the locker room scene, Frankie tries to say no, Will is waiting on Tom's approval, Benny says yes.

Frankie says why he can't go. He has a baby and his lady doesn't like it. Santi immediately goes for Frankie's soft spot, his baby, saying the money they'll get will help with the baby. Frankie is a soft no.

But when Tom's in the room that changes. Noticed how as they approach the bleachers, the conversation is strictly between Tom and Santi. Frankie is the third wheel. Will, after talking to Ben, asks what the verdict is.

The decision to go or not depends on Tom.

Tom says yes, and you see Will dodge his eyes to the side a few times. They ask Frankie if he's in, he asks when they leave, Thursday, he sighs and agrees with no further convincing. In Frankie's analysis I'll go more into him and Tom.

I don't know if Santi knew how much weight Tom's voice had, if he did him talking to them away from Tom was an interesting choice, but in the end he knew Tom was the one he needed to convince. Tom and Will were the two he talked to separately.

When it came time that Santi admitted he lied, after all the drinks and he's trying to convince them to stay, he goes for the jugular on all of them.

Tom, he goes for his masculinity. Tom's character is the essence of toxic masculinity and we'll explore that more in his discussion, but he is a father and clearly does care for his daughters, and Santi points out he can't afford to send them to college. Oof.

He wasn't going to mention the baby thing again, because now he's got a new item in his armory. Coke and suspension. Now I'm not saying that him losing his license was more important than his daughter but it what it represents. 1. his ability to provide. What is Frnakie doing right now that he's not flying? Is he able to contribute to his family, to his daughter financially? That can really wound a man's pride. I do not mean that as a bad thing. But also, flying is where he's obviously in control. That will be explored in his part. Santi knows how much flying means to him. Now, the coke... did the others know? Because Santi didn't until the hallway. Could the others hear him, because he was muttering. They knew he was on coke I think bc santi wasn't surprised, but that the bust was drug related? I dont know. But it's a hell of thing to mention.

Benny was a two for one

In the retcon scene, we hear Benny mention a job stocking shelves at walmart. Was this in high school? after the army? Now? Most fighters do it part time, like trying to get a singing carrier off the ground.. was Benjamin Miller, a "one in a million talent" stocking shelves at walmart? Im not saying there anything wrong with that, I find a lot of pride myself working at olive garden, but is Benny humiliated? Either way, we know he's proud of his fighting, takes it very seriously, and Santi's words (an insinuating he lost) doesn't fair well for Ben. I think Santi insinuated he lost on purpose to get riled up.

And Will... What do we know about Will? Not much. But we know he has Benny, he loves Benny. Benny is his focus. Santi knows that William is not happy about Benny's fighting. Thats probably why he's his coach, doesn't trust anyone else to do it or to bandage him up after. Will doesn't have kids to look after, to protect... but he has Ben, and from what I see, Ben is his number one priority. Asking if he wants to see Ben get beat up all the time was manipulative because of course he does! He loves him!

I find it interesting with Will and Frankie he changed up his tactics to go with new information he got in the locker room/ hallway.

Now, all this to say

I DO NOT THINK SANTI IS GREEDY!

I think he's desperate!

I won't say the money wasn't a motivator but it's SO CLEAR his primary target was Lorea!

He was constantly reminding them "I want Lorea"

"I want one more sweep for Lorea"

Once Will was shot, it was Santi that said "we take a backpack and head to the jungle, ill cover the costs"

The cost didn't matter because Santi was getting out. He got Lorea and he was done. He could rest his legs and neck in PEACE.

So yeah, Santi is manipulative. Definitely. But he's not a greedy asshole.

And no. Frankie is not perfect. Let's talk about that next.

(I love them all minus Tom. I've watched this movie too many times. I adore them. They are my kids. But they are all flawed.)

#santiago garcia #triple frontier #benjamin miller #william miller #ben miller #will miller #francisco morales #Francisco morales #frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #william ironhead miller #triple frontier 2019

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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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Quick Update and Posting Plan!

Hey all! I just wanted to make a quick post because there are going to be a few changes around here very soon. After this month, I’m going to be slowing down my posting. I’m not leaving completely so don’t worry!! I’ve just been posting consistently every week or the last 3 years and I’m getting tired and burnt out. I'll still be admining at the Inclusive Pedro Library too and I'll be working to help with inclusivity resources and stuff.

I just need to take some time off of writing and not spend as much time writing fic as I used to. Im still going to do my Year Of Protectiveness fics plus Kinktober but other than that I won’t be posting as much as I was. I’ll still be around pretty much every day, and my inbox is always open and my blog still stay active with my queue!

But!

I’m also going to start working on challenges and prompt lists! Im bringing the Pride challenge back and I’m also working on a Kinktober list for this year (with @the-purity-pen blessing since she’s no longer active) that I already started on and am very excited to share!

I’m also going to be reworking my taglist to be on the lookout for a post about that soon! I’ll also be including an option to be tagged in my prompts and/or challenges for those who want to be!

Now for my May/June posting schedule!

Mon May 8- Axe Woves fic

Mon May 15- Trust and Intuition part 4

Mon May 22- Frankie/Santi protectiveness fic (it was supposed to be for April but that obviously didn’t happen so we posting late lol)

Mon May 29- Frank Castle bodyguard protectiveness

Sometime mid to late May- Pride challenge opens! Details will be posted then and the challenge runs all through June!

June- Javi Gutiérrez protectiveness and a Messy Pile of Affection side story (Frankie/reader/Benny) for pride

#jey talks #userfaw #axe woves x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #din djarin x reader #frankie morales x reader #benny miller x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #frank castle x reader #santiago garcia x reader #kinktober #writing prompt #writing prompts #blog update #faw taglist #fawpride2023

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ajaxsprettyboy · 1 year

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Blush♡

IM SO SORRY FOR THE INACTIVITY!! I’ve jus been living life man idk. But have some bennett thoughts for compensation!!

Bennett who swears he doesn’t have a crush but his cheeks get red when he looks at you. He gushes to Razor and Barbara about you but he still says he doesn’t have a crush. It’s not that he thinks you’re a bad person to have a crush on, he just doesn’t understand why his heart starts beating faster. Poor boy can’t seem to understand why you won’t leave his mind every time he tries to fall asleep… maybe it’s his luck. He makes every excuse to be around you, he nearly cried when he found out you wanted to be on his adventure team! He looks up to you is all! He totally hasn’t thought about holding hands with you or kissing you or hugging you or marrying you or anything… totally not! He tries so hard to cook and sew and make things for you but no matter what they’re not good enough for him to even let you see.

When Barbara brought up the fact that he is obviously head over heels in love with you he denied it, he couldn’t shake the giddy feeling in his chest when you walked by though. Even Razor noticed his change in demeanor when you’re around! Bennett finally decides to consult Fischl, maybe she’ll understand what’s wrong with him. Unfortunately for Benny though, she agrees that he has a crush on you. He can’t believe it- but his chest swells and his cheeks warm as they fill with a red tint when he sees your smile or hears your voice. He swears he doesn’t have a crush but when you asked him to come with you out to starsnach cliff at night he couldn’t help but want to look his best! He asked his dads if they had any tips for looking ‘extra good’, they just assured him that he always looks amazing.

Poor boy couldn’t sit still when you sat with him, watching the stars. His heart skipped a beat when he heard you ask him to go out with you. He nearly fell off the cliff as he stuttered out his answer. He swears he doesn’t have a crush but he agreed. He promises he doesn’t have a crush because now, he’a got a reason to be so nervous around you! He doesn’t have a crush, he has a partner!

#snow.writes #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #bennett x reader #genshin impact bennett #genshin bennett #Bennett x you

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blue-eyed-cutiepatootie · 8 months

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Get To Know Me tag game

@ineffable-snowman thanks for the tag!

1. 3 ships: to all of my followers im obviously a destiel blog, but other than that- aziracrow, buddie, and steddie

2. First ever ship: Horatio Hornblower and Archie Kennedy

3. Last song: something from tick tick boom on my showtunes playlist

4. Last movie: um. So it was twilight. I had never seen it and my best friend made me watch it with her.

5. Currently reading: so many wips!!! Not currently reading a published book. Married At Fist Sight just updated and this fic is killing me slowly i love it (aziracrow)

6. Currently watching: a TL Yarn Crafts video 💜

7. Currently consuming: quiche and coffee

8. Currently craving: a weekend with no obligations

No pressure tags:

@deancasdeancas hello! welcome!

@bloody-castiel @thembo-cowboy @not-here-to-nowhere @castieldelamancha @penelopemiles @stunudo @bloodydeanwinchester @angelcasendgame @transfangbenny (im going to finally get to your benny drawing this weekend- its been haunting me!!!)

#hi hello #tag game

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autisticethanmorgan · 1 year

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autistic ethan morgan agenda

im autistic so my word is law

I could see him being diagnosed early in life but I could also for sure see his parents being like 'haha ethans just unique :)' and not getting diagnosed until in high school sarah or erica is like dude you have the tism and hes like what no i dont until he reads the symptoms list and is like hmmm

He definitely can hear the fucking florescent lights in school that shit is like torture and oh my god the sound of sneakers squeaking is terrible get him some noise cancelling headphones they would honestly only elevate his graphic t and giant pants outfits. speaking of which shirt tags are an invention of the devil and must all be carefully seam ripped off

occasional mutism ethan and benny and rory are like oh yeah ethan just stops talking sometimes and sarahs like bffr you have autism

I 100% think he was the type of kid whose favorite game was just making lists of things and memorizing stuff like country capitals or scientific names of animals. BUG special interest as a kid. i know in my heart he was an insect kid i think he would love mantids im imagining like 8 year old ethan going 'benny. wake up, I have to talk about choeradodis stalii right this second.' As a teenager obviously hes into classic geek stuff as well as fixing computers which is !!! computers are great theyre not weird and subjective like people + they have information inside of them imagine how many pictures of bugs and lists of things are on computers.

you can see in the show that hes very nervous about social norms and in jilly putty/double negative when hes asking sarah what it means when girls say things i know its just like teenage boy is clueless but man im clueless too so that just kills me

last but not least the way he sits in the corner in date to end all dates is so. i know what you are

i could talk about this forever

#might write a fic about erica taking psych and pulling up to lunch with a symptom list like sound familiar?#ethan morgan #mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #autistic ethan morgan

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luwupercal · 1 year

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Why are all the Primarchs so fucked up mentally other than the Khan and Guilliman

i mean shit various reasons not in the least the fact that in warhammer 40k humanity itself has been traumatized

like, ok imagine for a minute suddenly hard borders erupted around the earth encasing the entire surface in blocks of, i dont know 200km. to give you an arbitrary range. no one can get through these barriers you cant even communicate through them you cant even see people through them. youre just stuck there. no contact with friends or family or any loved ones outside the cube. maybe you werent even from those 200km but you are now! you gotta! youre gonna live the rest of your life in that place!

& you can technically live an entire life within a 200km by 200km by 200km cube but like, all grids you modernly know of will go kaput, unless youre lucky enough to get to live in a cube with all the energy plants and water treatment plants and fucking banana plantations needed to continue your previous normal daily life

this is what happened to humanity in 30k when slaanesh was born and ruptured ftl. that's textual. that's horrific. they had no way of knowing this would happen. we don't even know how common interplanetary travel was prior to the great collapse. fucked up!

so, a couple hundred thousand societies broken by being forcibly separated from everything & likely a lot of them doomed to a slow death due to not having the basic resources to maintain its population. this is traumatic as shit. this is an unspeakable tragedy, obviously. there's nothing stopping these societies from going to complete shit and basically all of them do (yes i'm counting even macragge because idk much about macragge but it being a monarchy is already dystopic. all monarchies are dystopian and that includes the uk lmao).

and these twenty eighteen complete miracle children are launched alone each into a different one. that's the biggest goddamn recipe for disaster i've ever heard. doubly so given why they were made, what they were made to do... in the immortal words of benny gecko, "from where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck... truth is, the game was rigged from the start"

like, they're all of these brilliant goddamn geniuses and perfect tools of conquest... every stupid tyrant hated them, any smart one coveted them and/or used them, but all tyrants feared them, because the primarchs were custom made to be better tyrants and brighter tyrants and more convincing tyrants and more convinced of their own righteousness. perfect tools for a person who built himself as tyrant above tyrants, and now they're to be raised by squabbling feudal lords?

recipe for COMPLETE disaster. COMPLETE disaster

like, at the best of times you can fuck up raising a child, much less raising a goddamn orbital laser with delusions of grandeur with a supernatural ability to instill belief in the divine right of kings in passersby, only a couple millennia after the literal greatest tragedy humanity has ever experienced and likely ever will (surpassing by twelve hundred thousand magnitudes the horus heresy, easy). and that's if you've got their best intentions in mind, which like, considering how valuable a primarch baby is...

then after that its a significantly more individual thing. there's common threads, but if i start talking about them im going to go on an unhinged rant about tragedy and ARCHIMEDES and i dont think anyone cares for even more new vegas references or my enthusiastic ranting about that jacob geller video i saw the other day

that said if you DO want me to speculate on the brain trajectory of any specific given primarchs just give me one or two at a time and i'll handle them. or tell me to run through all of them actually i think i could probably do it. it'd be a goddamn monstrosity of a post and i'd stick most of it under a cut and i'd probably fuck up a couple primarchs but i'll do it, idgaf

anyway if this is unintelligible my bad i'm hungry as fuck. i'm gonna go order mickey ds if anyone wants anything lmk

#ask #derkow-derkow #ask to tag #childhood trauma cw #?

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daphnebowen · 9 months

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season four episode three!

TIMOTHEE HAL CHALAMET BAHAHA M

richard Bowen in a hat is actually the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

RINA CUEEEE

what is ricky wearing on his feet his shoes are… yikes 😬

Awwww!!! Emmy brought muffins for everyone! That’s so sweet!

AWWW GINA LOOKS SO CUTE

“the tension is fierce but also appropriate for all audiences” LMAO WHAT

THEIR CHEMISTRY IS OFF THE CHARTS HOLY CRAP

ricky looks so amazed and tbh so am i

they sound so goooooodddddddd together how can anyone ever compete like tbh I almost like their version better than the og Troy and Gabriella’s

the whole cast is so involved in their song and I am absolutely here for it

“No notes” PREACH CARLOS PREACH

”my boyfriend 😃🥰”

maddox’s smile is so pretty!

STOP IM CRYING IMAGINING GINA AND RICKY SAYING GOODBYE I REALLY CANT DOES SHE KNOW WHAT SHE JUST DID

Ashlyn’s laugh is so awkward omg

me only just now realizing that Jet saying he was in love with the girl playing Elsa (aka Kourtney) could be because of the RCOSL episode where Carlos tells her to pretend to be in love with her for the drama 💀 BUT OMG ITS ALSO TRUE HEHEHEHE

Seb and Carlos fighting is physically hurting me

did Carlos even pay for that coffee or did he just walk away?

”richard, sit. Faster.”

MACK IS NOT TALKING SMACK TO ALYSON FREAKING REED OHHH ITS ABOUTTA GO DOWN

”totally forgettable in every way” not with Kourtney wearing a whole candy shop or something. Seriously why does everyone look semi normal but Kourtney??? Is the the candy land Sharpay or something??

AWWW MADDOX IS SO CUTEEEE

”disasters might be” looks right at Ricky

ricky: repeats Gina’s famous lines. Also Ricky: it’s me *pulls down glasses*

okay but in all honesty why is everyone freaking out about ms darbus leaving especially if Bailey (the character that Gina is playing) is a senior like how does that make sense??? Yes it is sad but I feel like you would get over it…?? I mean obviously it parallels with Ricky and Gina but still

“making sure you don’t fall in love with your costar” “barebones production of Romeo and Juliet” OMG DARBUS REALLY DOES KNOW EVERYTHING

rickys infamous words ! “Wow.”

kourtney: Ricky!!!! Ricky: looks behind him in confusion

“keyboard smash”

”too much sunshine. I found it depressing.” “That tracks for you, actually”

Awh I think Mazzy is a little bit jealous of Mike and Jenns relationship

“like a dog?” He’s so naive what the heck

maddox and Ashlyn flirting while kourt is just standing there awkwardly is absolutely cringe worthy

“security be d*mned!”

jets been there for less than a day, didn’t even see the “can i have this dance” duet, and still somehow knows that Ricky and Gina are “not dating.” Man this boy is the biggest supporter of rina that there ever was

the way mr mazarra just reads silently except for “hmm. Hmm. Hmmm…”

she used two thesaurus’s???

I want one of those Ricky and Gina hugs like COME ON MAN WHY AM I SO SINGLEEEE

omg when Gina said she never gets things right the first time she told him that AFTER him and nini had kissed AND HE STILL REMEMBERS AKDNFJEJHAIWIXNEJSJS I CANT THE PINING IS CRAZY

”secret make out times” YESSS RICKYYYYYY

he has absolute faith in her and her in him and i freaking LOVE IT!

omg miss jennnnnn stoppppppp interferingggg it’s driving me nuts

the tension between Jenn and Benny boo is crazy

AWW KOKO IS SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME!!

yesss Kourtney go get your therapy I’m proud of youuu 😻😻

most of the parents in this show absolutely suck but kourtneys mom is lowkey the best (ninis moms are also pretty cool but Gina’s mom, Ricky’s parents, Todd, and ejs dad all suck)

dani is FLIRTING WITH RICKY BACK AWAY GIRLIE

The look of disappointment on Gina’s face when it was Mack showing up at her trailer instead of it being Ricky :((((

NONONONONO THE WRITING THE NUMBER ON THE HAND IS SO TERRIBLE but also really cute if I actually shipped them

ginas face- girl is absolutely SHOOK

#hsmtmts #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #rina #gina porter #high school musical the musical the series

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robbiethompsonlongcon · 1 year

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so wait. i have questions.

if heaven connects the multiverse, what happens when multiple versions of the same person in multiple AU worlds die? do they all fuse into one entity in heaven? like, is the dean we saw in spnwin an amalgamation of every version of dean that has died and gone to heaven in every universe? what does that mean for a human soul, is each iteration of a human only a fragment of a soul? a clone? or are they individuals? do they all have separate heavens next to one another but fully inaccessible? or can you go next door and hang out with your alternate universe selves? that would be pretty disconcerting..

WAIT NO. no, that cant be right. as cool as i think it is, its not right. obviously there are multiple iterations of heaven, considering that there are multiple iterations of the angels. and it's clearly a Thing that alternate universe heavens aren't supposed to be connected, bc the AU iterations of the angels couldn't just walk through some already-established rift in heaven, otherwise the entire apocalypse world plotline would be completely moot. like, apocalypse michael could have just walked into prime universe through the rift. so how are these situated? is heaven like, partitioned out like this?

(please excuse the utterly shit quality, im drawing with my finger on a cracked phone and im bad at it)

so we have the garden which connects all the heavens, and then heaven prime partitioned off from heaven alpha, beta etc, each one then linked to their respective actual living universe? or is it more like garden -> heaven -> earth, but like sheets of paper all stacked up on top of one another in "the world between worlds" voidspace? how does that work metaphysically.

since theres au heavens and au hells, are there au versions of purgatory, or do all worlds dump all their monsters into the same purgatory? what about the empty? is every version of Cas that died in every alternate universe just piled up in the one singular empty?

(if i was a fic writer, this is where i would write about an empty rescue where dean has to wade through a sea of AU cas. i would also write a self indulgent fic where the benny we are told died in prime universe was not actually benny prime. but i am not a fic writer.)

if there are multiple empties, are there multiple shadows? or just the one, existing in every dimension in the same way that chuck is implied to? did god decide to be chuck in every universe, or are there universes where chuck was "just" a prophet? that would make endverse being a real alternate universe clash a little less w the final seasons.

except there's still the problem of, how could zachariah the middle management sub-choir angel (principality?? seraph?? power?? what choir is zachariah. this is so off topic.) open a portal to an alternate universe but not either of the two most powerful archangels? ive seen great theories about angels being specialists in different areas, e.g uriel smiting towns and cas taking memories (im so fucking sorry i dont remember who posted that, its so good im so sorry) but even so, why didn't apocalypse zachy just open the prime universe for apocalypse michael once he set his sights on it? so im still thinking endverse was a pocket/illusion dimension.

and when prime universe tfw released the darkness, did amara get born in every universe or just the prime one? was she still locked in the mark in other universes? if she's the same.. uhh.. species as god, and his equal, shouldnt she be just as omnipresent in the multiverse? or does that mean each universe has its own iteration of god? or would that mean he created himself? ow. paradox migraine. if prime chuck created every other chuck, then every other iteration is just a facsimile and not truly chuck. and if that's true, did they even really beat chuck by beating him in only one iteration? or can AU chuck just open a portal and idk re-grant himself godpowers? what about AU jacks, are they still nephilim? or did every version of jack become god when prime jack did?

on that note, when chuck started to destroy the multiverse, what happened to amara in those iterations and also in general? was she captive in every universe as long as she was captive in the prime universe? is she even really gods sister, or did he create her for Plot Reasons? bc in other universes, dean still had the mark. or cas had the mark. or cain kept the mark. but amara got free in, and was, as far as i remember, only a threat to, the prime universe.

and how did dean get the letter for john from henry? even if henry gave it to dean in As Time Goes By, i doubt dean carried that particular letter on his person when he died. it could be a heaven thing? anything you want, you just wish for it and you have it kind of thing. but also how did dean get bobby? obviously he went back to the roadhouse at some point? unless the point is that heaven is still an illusion since Somethings Up With Jack, and dean did the same thing with the letter, and just *wished* for bobby who popped up in the car. cause that certainly doesn't seem like a good and equal heaven, if you can just wish someone was with you and poof! they will be summoned to your side without their consent. which would mean that's Not Bobby, it's an illusion. it was never actually bobby.

so did dean even actually make it to another universe? or is he trapped in an illusion and the whole thing was a distraction, which is why jack said no meddling and then proceeded to let dean meddle in the most timeline-destabilizing ways possible, giving his parents the colt and his journal, telling them god exists and is a dick? because it doesn't matter, it never mattered because none of it was real?

im gonna rip out my hair what is this. jensen. JENSEN. what is this. i need to think.

#spnwin #spnwin spoilers #spnwin meta #supernatural prequel #the paradoxicality of it all #my head hurts :[#what is all this!!!!#i think ive been thinking about this too much. im all tangled up and idk what's what anymore #what even is spn canon please?#dean winchester's magical time travelling god killing wondercar

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dadswithipads · 1 year

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As I do with most pieces of media I'm interested in, at the moment I will be reacting. Now I've already seen the movie and the TV show but it's been a couple years since I fully watched the movie scene for scene so.

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE REACTION:

Ew. Sry straighties. She just like 9 y/o me fr. Ethans voice crack. "High school brotherhood" i feel nostalgic for the beginning of High School. Even though mine was sh!t cause of a certain thing that happened in 2020. Okay Ethan says tomorrow but it's like raining outside and it's supposed to be August I'm presuming if school starts that next day? I don't remember his sister's name but frfr.

If they're starting out high school they're just now reaching teenager. Why is she going out alone. She gonna get k!dna££ed. One of my biggest fears. OMG RED HERRING. wtf was that dialogue. Nvm a cringy teen on 2010s internet would say that. Bro just d!ed. Him gagging lmao. Ew the socks. Wtf.

Oh yes, Twilight. Those girls walking in the hallway watching the movie on their phone remind me of when me and my friend in 8th grade just watch Netflix while we were running the mile. The actress is from Degrassi and plays Manny Santos💜 . Awwwwwwww the old phones. Theme song be kicking. Two nuggets and some fries???? And egg. Nice. The high school looks like a camp Lodge. Ah yes. Benny and his projection to be straight. Overly so. Hey yo it's Canadian Corbin Bleu. What kind of student is just wearing sunglasses and a suit indoors.

What is the logo for the coffee on the cup look like a ball s@ck??? Aww they sweet tho. Ethan being caught up and wanting to you know have a reputation and Benny just being goofy and fun. Its just such a entertaining and sweet dynamic. Feels very queer too. As it is. RORY!!!!!!

Why do they both dislike him? He's such a cutie. Benny shut up. KDKDIEJS9SKWOSIS THAT LINE. K but they're obviously lesbians. That Dynamic just from appearance at the beginning is reminding me of Jennifer's Body. Frfrrfrr. Benny lmao. Aw Rory. Rory saying "Think she'll tuck you in tonight?" LMAO. WLW AND MLM. this is such a nerd convo omg. Bro the closet. Spicy today. Blue looks so good with light blonde hair. Slay Rory.

Yeah no drama club is that emo! The pipeline is there but it's not at the same time. Me and corbin bleu frfr. Awww Rory. Nvm corbin bleu. Frfr. Slayy the mom is always right. Emo music slayy moment Ethan. I don't mean to be the basic white girl but that's all I can say right now is slay. It is a curse. What the frick Benny. That kid is me growinf up fr. Kiss kiss kisss kissss. Erica being taller than Sarah.

Corbin clue. I am too online I'm just expecting the vine thud sound effect to play anytime something happenes.😭😭. Cassie! THATS HER ACTRESS' NAME. He is cute. But erica still a lesbian for that one. Amen Sarah smack that man. Yo that a euphemism?

No way this is outside of his house. LMAO. thud. I know the show likes to show that he has feelings for her or whatever but I really think it's just a weird Crush thing and I feel like they would be way better suited with a brother-sistered anyway for real. Sarah and Ethan would work way better for that. Benny just a goof like Rory but they banish him. Wtf.😭. Justice for Rory. Benny bro stop. Green phone case. GREEN PHONE CASE. 😃. "Im next door" Benny is the girl next door. I don't like the song but antihero by Taylor Swift is stuck in my head right now so I'm going to listen to that and I'll be right back.

Back now. Aw. Benny and Ethan are so close. Like he saw Ethan was upset and immediately dropped everything. Ugh. Slay power gay. Benny YOU the one weirding her out. "She smells funny". Hello if you were me writing this I'd have the grandma like break all her bones doing dance to Revolution when they come back. 😭. Cuz I'm queer it's okay I'm allowed to say this but this boy is raised by his grandma you think he's not gay. He is.

Poor kid. Slay this teen slang. What i like in a show/franchise. I like when it's not talking down to the audience but at the same time it's not like explicit explicit cuz that kind of explicitness gets really annoying for me I like when there's just you know casual stuff you know like stuff that exists in the real world stuff that people talk about not overdramatic look drugs look sex in teen media. Cause her calling him a p£rv is like something that exists but is simple enough to imply understanding about the world.

A publicity stunt only that revolves around you two. LMAO. Benny my son. Me looking for my cats. Aw. They can't run any faster lmao. "Skinny guy coming through". Me fr.

*In Ron Howard voice* "Hey that's the name of the show". Benny being on email mainly is so. Refreshing idk. Its fun to think about. Sarah in her Draculaura era. Corbin Clue could AT LEAST try harder to be interested come on now.

I should just realized the Edward knockoff is also Peter from Degrassi not just Manny's actress. Love Canada. Wtf. Benny lmao. Sorry but that line felt like the opening to a gay pron.

Grandma wake up. Slay bethan hand contact. The bed that easy to move?. "Ryan Seacrest"??????????? Ethan gay fr🌈🌈🌈🌈.

He says notice sign with the restricted area authorized employees only. Lmao?? Aww Ethan smiling after Benny being a goof. That photo id of Rory is so... sophisticated?

RORY MY SON! Aww. Mathletes event lmao? He looks so good in blue. Rory is such a good part of this franchise. Benny sounds like this guy at my school that is like such a gross kid. But its okay cause its Benny and it's different. This is my son. Awwww the eye contact between them here.

Freshmen can't drive lmao. The car looked like it was getting pushed. Sarah save your gf slay. Lmao her "I 💗 boys that sparkle" shirt. Alcohol reference. Gross Benny. Gay reference. Ethana gay panic lmao. Benny too. Awwwwww them dancing. Aww Rory "A wicked hickey" bro no💀. I'm so Gen Z I once again thought there was going to be a thud sound effect after that. Jessie sounds like a nerd. He is so nasally.

Erica lmao. The music too. He he referred to them as girls. That is a queer thing to do. They are queer. Thud. Jessie sounds like a NERD Holy sh!t. Rory my son. Slay Ethan plot. The FX skhahahhahaha. These nerds. Benny. Said. "Wick'" as in Wicked. 😃. Ok.

Bruh the mom just inplied😃... Ok. "Rap music" my son listens to emo music and rap what a bisexual. RORY! love him in blue. No asthma. Lmao. "The big V". "What-what?" 😭😭😭😭 this man. CHURCH. AKDKKDHSHS. That Canadian came in during his "about". I sound like Lucille I'm squealing. Not even laughing just. "AH HAHAH". "Zing" my guy😭.

Dam bro didnt even get a line. Thats so raven. Wiki mention ayy. The looks like such emos. Just in the graveyard in all black with sunglasses lmao. Gross. "Out" was also said slipping that Canadian accent. Drugs lmao. Pretty vague. WOAH WHAT. I hate to Compulsive heterosexuality. Brought his vision right now is just him being a visual learner come on now.

Awww super rory. Gay implied. Ooh Sarah done fell in love. Gross. Rory listens to metal. Amen. Lmao. Aww bethan. Awww thats sweet. 8 year old girls rule the world lmao. Lmao the grandma. Irish dancing lmao. LMAO THE BURN. Bro. Cmon now. Awww she miss her GF.

Why the book just leave? Jessie is gay. He dating corbin cleu. "What a cool show" LMAO. That is illegal Ethan. Ewwwwww what the frick Benny. Smh. It's okay he just want to kiss the female to see if he liked it or not. He still in love with Ethan tho. RORY! Dam she grabbing her a$$. Lmao the cgi. The slow mo omg. Aww bethan moment. Aww. Bro is Ethan crying. Jessie is gay. BENNY! Him yelling "Courage" to go save Ethan. Aww.

Slay Sarah saved by females. Lol Rory and Erica matching. Gay and gay.

#mbav #live reaction #rory keaner #ethan morgan #erica #sarah fox #benny weir

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dacergirl369 · 1 year

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HELLO HELLO I WAS TAGGED BY @horse-music HI BESTIE THANK YOU!!!!

are you named after anyone? yeahhhhh my irl first name is named after my mums favourite movie but benny is a diminutive of my surname so im named after...... myself??? slay

when was the last time you cried? uhhhhh maybe last week??? I had a very frustrating time last week and im a real crybaby lmao

do u have kids? no unless you count my three beautiful cat children :)

do u use sarcasm? YEah i guess so. this question feels like a trap I feel like no matter what answer i say people are going to assume im being sarcastic. I'm STUCK.

whats the first thing you notice about people? I guess whether they seem nice or not?? approachability???? idk

what's your eye colour? grey blue

scary movies or happy endings? WHY PIT TWO BAD BITCHES AGAINST EACH OTHER

any special skills? not particularly!! I can't really think of any rip

where were you born? yorkshire. white rose for life innit

what are your hobbies? DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS OBVIOUSLY. but also I don't know if i've ever really talked about this on here but im SUPER into bookbinding. largely of fanfics but also notebooks and my original writing etc. i mostly do casebound books since thats what i enjoy making the most BUT i LOVE experimenting with new types of binding as well as binding adjacent crafts (paper marbling, paste papers, box building, etc). bookbinding is highkey the love of my life rn i love CRAFTS. Its fun its cool its easy to get started with and its extremely rewarding to create a pretty good book even first try. cannot recommend it enough. the only downside is that ive started pouring all of my limited money into Bookbinding Supplies and Machines bcs i am. Obsessed. but you don't NEED that shit to do well at it i just like it. :)

do you have any pets? YES i have many beautiful children including three beautiful kitties and two Very Large Dogs (technically they belong to my parents but those r MY KIDS).

do you or have you played any sports? im not really a sports guy but i played rounders through to the end of secondary and one time when i was in year 5 i think i got a last minute invite to come to a golf tournament bcs someone got sick and they were a person short for the team and i was like “sure, ive never played golf before but i will say yes to literally anything that gets me out of class” and so i went and i won the tournament so i guess you could say im a champion. full disclosure i dont know that any of those kids had ever played golf before that day think everyone was just picked for being vaguely sporty and i got picked for being generally well behaved and also available. plus the category was like “[city] year 5 golf champion” so it was SUPER narrow and not very competitive. lol. i dont really remember what the actual tournament consisted of but im like 75% sure it wasnt actually playing golf. I think it was just like a selection of golf adjacent activities. weird day

how tall are you? I don't know like 5’5? 5’4? something like that

fave subject at school? media studies my beloved <3 i never had more fun engaging academically than i did in gcse media.

dream job? I dont KNOW i like performing i like writing i like creating. probably like a podcaster or stand up or author i just got SHIT TO SAY. or a bookbinder. :)

TAGGING @acasternaut @blueberrybonbons @riverblujay @billhaders @tattoobedobedoo @pawpunkao3 AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO. IF I DIDNT TAG YOU IM SOWWY :D

#tag game #HI sorry i love tag games i just take fifteen years to do them asdfgajsdhf

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romanarose · 2 years

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Leather and Lace

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

With: Frankie "Catfish" Morales, Benny Miller, and Will "IronHead" Miller

Chapter 2

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Fic Summary: While on the mission, Pope and the guys find a girl tied up in the basement of a drug lord. Through a few unforeseen circumstances, the girl and Pope get separated from Will, Frankie and Benny and have to find their way back in the woods. She doesn't talk, is malnourished and traumatized, and Pope has the instinct to protect her at all costs.

WARNINGS!!!: for whole fic there’s gonna be violence, mentions of blood, mentions of sex trafficking, ptsd, sexual trauma (past), physical trauma, gunshots, eventual smut!! Don’t read just for the smut tho cuz it’s not smut focused.

A/N This will be a series! I've never written Santi before, so what started as one shot turned into a mini series.

My all fic masterlist is here

Moon Knight masterlist here, be sure to check out Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside, my ongoing series im finishing up!

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The basement was dark and cold as Santiago and Frankie descended the staircase, their flashlights placed below their guns to light the way, scanning the room for anyone else they needed to kill as Benny and Will cleared the upstairs. The four of them had taken care of the first floor together, taking out the few guards that were left.

Seeing no switches to turn on, Frankie went right and Santi went left, clearing the single room. “HANDS UP!” Santi shouted to anyone potentially in the basement.

“Shit, Pope” Frankie called over, Santi cleared his side and went to where his friend called him, that’s where he saw her. Initially, he thought she was dead. There was a girl tied up in the corner, face bloodied as she slumped as far as the ropes against the chair allowed her. “Miss?” Frankie called before glancing at Santi with a raised eyebrow. The girl was in shorts and a low cut tank top, showing off the bruises marking her skin. It was way to cold down here to be dressed that like that. “Is she breathing?”

Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead…. “Fuck…” He mumbled, lowering his gun and flashlight while Frankie kept his up, he placed his hands on her neck and found a pulse on her cold skin. “Well, she’s-” alive, he was going to say, before her eyes shot open with a gasp. When the girl saw the gun in her face, she screamed briefly before shutting her eyes and mouth tightly, bracing herself. “Hey, hey it’s okay” Santiago Garcia put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her, but she just started whimpering eyes closed. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Pope, give her space…” Frankie warned, knowing Santi can be intense.

He glanced up to Frankie “Put the gun away”

Frankie lowered the gun, but didn’t put it away while Santi went around to the back of the chair. When he began cutting the ropes around her arms, she visibly started shaking. “Catfish, she’s handcuffed to the chair” He popped his head around, back into Frankies view, looking concerned.

Nodding, Frankie put his gun away and grabbed his radio “Benny, come to the basement, bring shit to pick a lock.”

‘What is taking you guys so long?’

“Ben, now” Frankie ordered. Ben didn’t respond, which Santi knew meant he was coming. Frankie kept his senses alert, aware Santi was clearly distracted. This was going to be a problem. She was going to be a problem.

“Miss?” Santi spoke softly, carefully. “We’re gonna get you out, okay? We’re not here to hurt you.” She didn’t reply. “Can you tell me your name? I’m Santiago”

Frankie, who was scanning the room, whipped his head back to Santi “Are you crazy? You don’t know who she is.”

“She’s obviously being trafficked!” He was knelt at the chair and nodded to the handcuffs “Look at her wrists, they look like shit.”

“You don’t know, Pope. She could have more to do with this than you think, and you don’t know where her loyalties are.”

Santi stood up, irritated. “Well, I don’t think her loyalties are with the people who did that-” he motioned to the bloodied girl, who continued to keep her eyes closed tightly like she was braced for pain. “To her face.”

“She could have Stockholm Syndrome” Franki insisted. “Just don’t tell her more than you need to.”

“It doesn’t matter what she has, because she’s not going back to them to tell them anything” Pope spoke as if his voice was a command to fate. She will not go back, she will not be hurt again. All the things he had done in his life, he wanted to do some good.

“Oh fuck…” Benny practically hopped down the stairs, pulling out a few small items. Benny could pick about any lock. “Who is she?” He asked Santi.

“No idea...” Pope watched as Ben undid her handcuffs with ease. Finally, the girl opened her eyes, but they were wide with terror and avoiding the eyes of the men surrounding her. She rubbed her raw and bruised wrists, flinching when Santi knelt back down at her side. “Hey, can you look at me?” She didn’t. He sighed. “Can you come with us upstairs? No one is up there but us.” Santi didn’t tell her that was because her captures were all dead. He pulled out his own flashlight again, looking at Frankie and Benny, nodding them upstairs. Frankie sighed, rolling his eyes.

Benny looked confused, but Frankie grabbed his shoulder pulling him away. Frankie grumbled to the blonde boy. “We’re on clean up duty.” And went upstairs to drag the dead bodies out of where the girl could see them.

Backing up a bit and allowing her space, he tried to catch her eyes. He had a dual purpose for sending his friends upstairs. First of all, they really did need to get the dead body away from where she might see. Pope intended to take her up there, get her some first aid, food, water, and whatever else she needed. But also, he thought she’d be more comfortable with just him. Santi assumed that she was trafficked, and if not that, it was more than likely that she had been sexually abused by one or multple men here. Having three men with guns wasn’t doing much to calm her nerves. Even if Santi knew they wouldn’t hurt her, she didn’t know that.

“I know you’re scared, but I promise you have nothing to worry about. Me and my friends, we’re going to get you out and to wherever you need to be. Are you from here?” She didn’t look Latin American, but you could never be sure. She didn’t speak, but shook her head, still looking at the floor. It was a start. “Are you from the US?” She nodded. “We are too. Don’t worry, we’ll get you back there.” He called into his com again. “Guys, she’s from the states, she’d gotta have some sort of identification or papers here. I need you guys to try and see if you can find anything.”

‘Pope, what’s the plan.’ Will answered, meaning what’s the plan with her.

“We’re going to get her back to the states and she’ll get set up with services.”

‘We��re supposed to be looking for-’

“I know that, Ironhead, are you suggesting we just leave her here?”

‘No, of course not, I just mean we need to get going and-’

“Just try and find her fucking papers and you can argue with me latter”

He turned back to her. “Sorry, can we go upstairs? Get you some food?” She nodded again, shaking hands bracing against the chair as she hesitantly tried to stand up. When she leaves her chair, her legs give out, but before she falls to the ground Santiago catches her. Finally, finally, she met his eyes. For the brief moment, he looks at her bloodied and bruised face as she stares back at him. Was it with terror? Confusion? Curiosity? He didn’t know. He intended to sit her back on the chair, not wanting to touch her more than needed, but when he moved to carefully set her down, she tightly gasped and gripped his arms tighter. He froze. She was looking away from him, but holding onto him for dear life, her face so close to his arm.

“Can I help you upstairs?”

She nodded vigorously, face softly brushing over his shirt.

“Okay, let’s get you something to eat…” Santiago had to practically carry her up the stairs, her whole body trembling as he sat her down in a comfortable chair in the living room. “Stay here” He said, as if she was capable of moving. Protein bars and water, he figured those were safe. In the light, she looked like. Hell. Her skin was pale, almost gray, and he wondered when the last time she saw sunlight was. The actual color of her hair, he wasn’t sure of. It was blonde, but right now it was covered in so much dirt and blood that caked to her face it was hard to tell. Her skinny appearance, sunken eyes and inability to stand told him she was malnourished. How long has she been here?

She ate hungrily, gulping down the water. All initial reservation she showed around him appeared to have faded as she devoured what was in front of her.

“Careful, you’ll make yourself sick.” Santi warned, but she didn’t slow down.

“Hey” Will called from the hall, becoming Santi over. “Who the hell is she?”

“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms and looked over to the dirty girl who only seemed preoccupied with eating. “She won’t talk. She only nodded when I asked if she was American.” When Santi looked back, he saw concern on Will’s face, but it wasn’t only for the girl. “Relax, Will.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Will was defensive. “But we need to go, we can’t stay here.”

Frankie rejoined them. “You didn’t have to say anything. He knows we know how he is.” Fish gave him a pointed look.

“I’m like what? I want to help a girl whose clearly been sex trafficked?”

“No one is saying to leave her, Pope.” Frankie said loud enough to make the girl look up. The three of them moved a few feet down the hall and spoke quieter. “We have a lot of work to do here, she can’t get in the way of that. Okay?”

“I know, Fish.” Santi asserted. “This whole operation was my idea”

“Let’s just get her on one of the bikes and get her to the police there, the longer we stay here the more we risk someone else showing up”

“Lacina Dumas!” Benny sauntered into the living room towards the girl, making her stiffen again. He was carrying a few papers and a wash clothe and sat down on the coffee table across from her. “I’m Benjamin, nice to meet you” He smiled and extended his hand towards the scared girl.

“Ben” Santi warned as he strode towards the pair, but stopped when he saw her carefully shake his hand. It was practically a fucking miracle, she couldn’t even meet Santi’s eye.

The younger Miller continued. “Everyone just called me Benny.” His older brother told him to stop giving her personal information, but Ben ignored her. “Do you go by Lacina?” He spoke carefully, but casual. Almost like he was meeting an applicant for a job, he was trying to put her at ease, but not baby her.

There was a long, long pause, before she finally spoke. “Laci.” Pope’s jaw dropped when he finally heard her speak, he wasn’t sure if she could. He had wondered if she only spoke a little English, or maybe they had even cut out her tongue. It wouldn’t be the most horrific thing he’d seen these people do.

Ben’s warm smile broadened. “Pretty name.” He showed his hand holding a wet washcloth. “Can I clean up your head a bit, see if you need first aid?”

Laci nodded, and Ben carefully cleaned off the blood, revealing the closed wound on her head. It was past first aid and had healed on its own. It would leave a scar and Pope doubted her hairline it cut into would recover, but she’d be okay.

Santi watched, amazed. Ben had a natural charm that everyone responded to. His face was handsome, but not disarmingly so. There was a reason they called him baby-faced Benjamin. Selfishly, and not for the first time, Pope wondered what Ben had that he didn’t. Why did she answer Ben, and not him? Pope has the urge to protect her, but he also wanted badly for her to put her trust in him, to feel safe with him…

Before he could think further or gauge Will and Frankies emotions, the door slammed open and shut; someone had hidden in the house and ran out. All for men were out the door before they saw the drug lord speeding off in a car.

“GO! GO!” Will ordered as Ben and him hopped on the bike the road out there and sped after the man.

Frankie got on his bike, turning around when he noticed Santiago Garcia hesitating. “POPE! We have to go NOW”

Santi pointed inside the house with his gun. “I can’t leave her!”

“FUCK!” Fish slammed his hand on the handles. “This is what we meant! Get on here, we need you!”

He shook his head. “No! If he was hiding, someone else could be, I’m not letting them take her.”

Frankie shouted again, watching the other bike and the car disappearing, there wasn’t any more time. “We’re talking about this latter, don’t fucking leave!” And with that, Frankie was off, a trail of dust behind the motorcycle.

Santi scrubbed his face. He hated watching them go off on their own without him… but he couldn’t leave her there. He wandered back inside, seeing Laci there on the couch with unfinished food. “You should probably eat more.”

She shook her head, avoiding eye contact again.

“When was the last time you ate?”

She shrugged. Goddamn, she didn’t even remember… she seemed so young now that Benny cleaned her up, What horrible things had she seen? He lips still looked almost blue from the cold basement, and it wasn’t much warmer up here. He thought about finding her something other than the skimpy excuse gif clothes she had, but figured they’d get her to the village soon enough, once the boys got back. God, he was going to get an earful from Frankie and Will. Pope put her ID, social and birth certificate in the pocket of his shirt, knowing that will make it much easier to get situated back in the States. “You know you can look at me, I’m not going to punish you for making eye contact…” He spoke softly, hoping to god she believed he wouldn’t hurt her, but before she could respond there was a gunshot. Glass shattered around them, falling into their hair and making a few small cuts on Laci’s significant exposed skin.

The shooters missed, but Pope couldn’t see where it was coming from. “Get low and run!” He took her hand, pulling the terrified girl out of the house. Santi had his gun drawn in one hand, and her arm in the other as he tried to find the shooter, unable to identify him. Fuck, they had to go. “Get in front of me, run to the woods!” Santi ordered and she compiled. Thankfully the mix of adderaline and the food and water helped her be able to run, although not as fast as Santi would have liked. He wondered if she was running on pure survival instinct at this point, and hoped and bullets hit his bullet proof vest, not her or anywhere vital on him.

And they ran. Santi stopped hearing gun shots when they entered the treeline, but he continued to urge her on as if he did. They needed to get as far in as they could before the adrenaline rush ended for her. When she started to wear down, they stopped, taking a moment to catch their breath. Santi wanted to scream, he could about lose his mind right now. “We gotta walk back to the village…” He huffed out, breathless. He was in shape, but running was never his favorite thing. “When the guys come back and see us gone, they’ll know to find us there…”

Santiago put his hands on his knees, wincing “Fuck!” He shouted a bit too loud for someone who theoretically was supposed to be hiding. The girl jumped, prompting him to apologize. “Sorry, sorry I just… I realized they are going to come back to the house and get shot at…” He stood up, pacing, pulling his hair and briefly thinking he should back and try to take out the gunman, or intercept the guys on the road somehow… But when he looked at the young girl to his left, eyes wide and looking at him, actually looking at him, he knew she was completely dependent on him. They guys could handle themselves and they had each other… She only had him.

“Laci? That’s your name right?” He asked, trying to calm himself for her sake. She needed to think he knew what he was doing if she was going to trust him. She nodded at him. “Okay, Laci, I’m gonna get you where you need to be, alright? It’s gonna be okay.” He wasn’t sure how much he believed his words, but he’d try his damnedest. “Let’s try to keep going, tell me when you’re tired and we can rest or stop for the night, okay?” When she didn’t respond, he sighed. “Just…” He made a T with his hands. “Do this if you need to rest, okay?”

She nodded, he nodded back, and started heading north. When he looked back to see if she was behind him, he saw she was staring.

“Santiago.” Laci said. It wasn’t a question, more like she was testing his name on her lips.

He smiled at her kindly. “Yeah, that’s me. You can call me Santi, if that's easier…” they were going to spend the next few days together, he hoped he could get a couple more words out of her, but it was a start.

As long as he wasn’t going insane, he saw the faintest smile appear on her face. “Santi.”

“Good job, Muñeca.” He liked the sound of his name in her voice, as small and hesitant as it was.

She definitely smiled at the nickname, a very small and nervous one, but it was there. Nodding at him, she began walking.

Santi walked ahead of her, but very, very, aware of her footsteps to make sure she wasn’t falling behind. Santi wasn’t a religious man, but he grew up going to church. He wasn’t sure if there was a god out there and if there was, whose god it was. But whatever was out there, he hoped something was watching over Benny, Will, Frankie and the girl.

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TWO BEDS AND A COFFEE MACHINE

chapter 2

Scars Run Deep

Sorry it's taken a while Guys life and work got in the way . 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 But here it is

Pairing Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

All credit for GIF goes to Vera-Kozhemiakina

Word Count,3091

Warnings, use of Profanity, mainly Fluff under 18s DNI

I do not give permission for this to be copied or used on any other site

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The weeks had raced past since arriving back in Hawkins, although it had been over 2 years she had quickly realised somethings never change .

Hawkins obviously had since the "earthquake" the town may have changed structurally but the small town attitude hadn't ,the looks of hatred thrown Wayne's and anyone seen around him was absolute poison.

Y/N sat with Dustin and Steve in Benny's Burgers smiling at the Banter between them occasionally seeing the snide glances from the people sat around them , Dustin saw the smile falter a few times as he leant across the table placing his hand on top of hers .

"ignore them thats what we all do Eddie may have been proved innocent but in Hicksville here they kinda like to apportion blame".

Steve unsuccessfully smothered a laugh " Hicksville dude i swear you are morphing into a smaller version of Eddie even down to the hair " he messed about rubbing Dustin's hair much to his disgust .

Y/N took another sip of the bitter coffee forcing herself to swallow and grimaced looking over the booth at steve " that is gross on so many different levels its like they have dragged the pot through the nearest sewer and served it up as fresh brew " she finished talking as she saw Dustin's eyes travel to the side as she saw a pair of hands rest on the table recognizing the letterman jacket and rolling her eyes "Be careful who you keep company with round here you may get a reputation " she looked up at him smiling this wasn't the first time she had been given this 'advise' but she was going to make sure it was the last she could taste the bile as her anger started burning through her veins .

she smiled her most sarcastic smile raising her voice and standing up "who Dustin and Steve they look kind of cute and timid to me or are you on about someone else entirely because if you are i suggest that you go take your Hicksville ass and sit right back down " the whole cafe seemed to hush as her words came out .

standing on her chair she raised her voice even louder " may i have Hicksville's attention please and yes im referring to all you douchebags ted bundy , john Wayne Gacy,David Berkowitz, 3 complete pillars of society all middle class citizens all serial killers oh let me add another name to that extensive list " looking the interloper dead in the eye "Jason Carver the real killer around here as was proved ,killed not only his girlfriend but his friend Patrick and a complete innocent just cause he could, but because he was a boy from the right side of town and the captain of the basketball team you all ignored it and blamed a boy from the wrong side of town because Carver told you to you all gathered you're pitchforks and went after the 'Freak' you stood side by side with the real killer because you are all mindless bigoted douchebags "

Y/N witnessed the uncomfortable glances that people were giving each other as she continued " even after all the proof that has been shown to you you still continue to harass and vilify an innocent man because you refuse to see yourselves as you really are accessories to murder every single last one of you ,you all went after an innocent allowing a murderer the opportunity to continue , you all make me sick ive seen the way you are with Wayne the snide remarks the vitriol you spit at him ive seen the way you've always been with Eddie the bullying he's had to put up with by all your precious little angels not to mention the constant beatings he took at your hands and it was all of you " she looked around accusingly as she spoke "if you turned a blind eye to what you knew was going on you are just as guilty as the ones who gave the bearings or did the bullying , Oh and just because you care so much his injury's are life changing his nightmares constant and as soon as i can i will be getting him the hell out of here so in answer to your query junior i am being really careful with who i associate myself with id rather be with the freaks and the weirdos then the bully's and associates of a murderer .

Y/N got down from the chair to see Dustin and Steve looking at her with such a proud look on their faces as she gathered her bags up placing a kiss on his and steves cheeks " Dinner will be at 8 dont be late and settle the bill for me will you hun " head held high Y/N walked out of the door and walked to her car without looking back she could feel the adrenaline wearing off as she collapsed into the car her hands shaking with what was left of the adrenalin racing through her veins , she jumped as the passenger door opened Hopper took off his hat placing it on his lap as he sat in the seat and closed the door " so that happened " he smiled across at her "not that im complaining doll somebody needed to stand up and say something just never actually thought they would bring serial killers into it " Hopper let out a loud laugh " Definitely caused some folk to eat humble pie in the there i can tell you that and you definitely will go down in Hawkins history " Y/N left out a Shakey laugh before burying her face in her hands and crying .

she felt Hoppers arm on hers " just let it all out yeah " she rubbed at her eyes " please dont say anything to Wayne or Eds Jim ,they have so much on their minds at the moment and i shouldn't have blown up like that ive probably made it worse " Hopper turned her face to look at him " Y/N i think someone finally standing up and throwing in their faces their bigoted way of life may actually make it alot easier for them both and you , i mean obviously we know the truth but they dont need to Eddie was innocent but yeah they went pitchforks in hand so let them stew in their own juices i say" Y/N smiled up at Hopper feeling a sense of relief he opened the door stepping out and placing his hat back on his head " get home safe and tell Eddie i have some shit for him i will drop it off later plus joyce wants to come and mother him you know what shes like " Y/Ns grin spread across her face as he mentioned Joyce , sweet precious Joyce who had taken on the mother role for both her and Eddie .

Driving back to the trailer Y/N thought back to the conversation with Eddie and how he had accepted her reasons for leaving the sheer panic of waking up next to her best friend thinking that the night before had just been the weed and drink talking the realization of what had happened making her run and the two years of self loathing thinking about the what ifs ,Eddie had pulled her close "again something that we could have talked about I've known what I wanted since I was 14 and that was you , so now I need to know are you just going to blow town again or are you staying because if you are staying then we need to sort shit out if you are going then just go now because I don't want to go through all that again "there was no choice to make Y/N knew her life was here with Eddie and Wayne and the family he had made in her absence , she pulled into the parking bay near the trailer looking at the trailer and smiled to herself she was home .

Y/N walked through the trailer door placing her bags down on the table as she slipped into the chair resting her head in her hands so deep in her thoughts that she didn't hear Eddie come out his room with his walker until he was lowering himself into a chair beside her " penny for your thoughts " turning to face him she gave a little smile " doubt they are even worth a penny Indie , what are you doing up and around you should be resting " Eddie shrugged his shoulders and smiled " i was getting stiff and not in a good way besides i was kinda missing your voice so i come out and find you looking like someone shit on your favorite jumper, which also tells me your tired " Y/N over at him and smiled ,Eddie stood up holding out his hand " come my little spider monkey we are long overdue a cuddle and talking utter crap session you up for it" she nodded taking his hand " i will race you in there " .

Y/N felt at ease laying in his arms as he played with her hair whilst he hummed a tune, she breathed in smiling to herself her eyes closing as his hand went down to her back " so you gonna tell me what made you cry today or are we gonna play a game where i pretend i dont know you read everyone the riot act at Benny's and you pretend you haven't been crying " Y/N sighed as she looked up at him " Dustin is a snitch and snitches end up in ditches " Eddie burst out laughing " for once it wasn't Dustin it was Steve"a smile spreading over his face " he was doing this whole proud big brother kinda thing down the phone , so im kinda lay here proud as fuck that my girl kicked Hawkins ass " Eddie's finger went under her chin bringing her eyes to meet his " but also concerned it made you cry you don't have to defend me you know I'm a big boy now, though I kinda love the fact you are " .

Y/N leaned forward resting her forehead against his. "I'm always gonna fight you're corner you know that, I love you; ain't nobody gonna diss my man or they will meet Bert and Ernie." Eddie's eyebrows lifted " Who the fuck is Bert and Ernie?" Y/N raised her fists " Bert and Ernie " Eddie's Toothy grin widened "shit short round ain't nobody gonna win against them." she straightened up smiling rising from the bed winking at Eddie "Not a hope they will win. Us women are made of strong stuff Munson, specially when it comes to protecting what's ours." She lowered her face to meet his "now give me a heros kiss before I scoot into the kitchen to start tea as they guys will be here by 8 " placing her lips to Eddie's soft lips she felt his smile as they broke apart " I feel like getting up so before you scram give me a hand princess."

The night was a success; Hopper, Joyce and Wayne talking up a storm about the 60s and how the kids today didn't know they were born and Dustin being, well, Dustin. Y/N had long ago noticed the Dynamics between Eddie , Steve and Dustin and how they treated him like a brother, both protective as hell over what they called the nugget , Joyce pandered after Eddie to the point of smothering him Eddie always doing exactly as she said so he could get the mom smile out of her , Y/N smiled to herself as Robyn came and sat beside her and giggled as Eddie and Steve rolled their eyes at Dustin's dumb ass comment about a future with computers in every home "Never gonna happen little dude it will never happen " Steve nodded in agreement with Eddie "Not in our lifetime" Dustin looked over at Y/N " help me out here" Y/N raised her hands in surrender "Don't drag me into this I ain't going up against my brother and my Boyfriend to take your side in this as much as I love you " .

she looked over at Eddie as his grin spread even further walking over and placing a kiss on his lips , Dustin looked between Eddie and Y/N horrified rolling his eyes" I think I'm gonna puke " Dustin didnt see it coming as Y/N and Robin pinned him to the floor covering his face in kisses he tried his best to fight back failing as steve and Mike joined in holding him down so the girls could smother him until he cried uncle , throwing a disgusted look at everyone " That was gross guys seriously gross" Robin smiled as she ruffled his hair "awwwww dingus you loved it really " Robin gave a evil smile as she leant closer to Dustin " the next thing we are doing is platting your beautiful hair " Y/n had never seen Dustin move so fast as he lept up pushing Robin away and placing himself firmly and safely between Eddie and Steve .

"yeah like Eddie van meatloaf and Farrah fawcett hair could stop the power of Y/N and Robin" steve and Eddie's eyebrows shot up in disgust at the nicknames as Hopper and Wayne smothered laughs , Joyce looking at the time clapped her hands together "when you have all stopped with your sibiling rivalry we need to shoot so Eddie can get his rest " a large chorus of moans emmited form the young ones as joyce took control ,Y/N smiled over as she saw joyce walk over to Eddie and place a kiss on his cheek noticing it was always the side with the scars that Joyce went for rubbing her hand down the side of his face and smiling as she spoke " my handsome Boy " Eddies grin widened as she said this and steve winked over to Hopper " she never calls me her handsome boy " steve stated folding his arms across his chest in mock distress joyce looked up patting his cheek "Steven Harrington your ego is big enough for all of us it doesn't need stroking dear" Steve shook his head and laughed as he extended a hand to help Eddie to stand Will and Jonathan assisting where they could , Joyce stood back and smiled placing her arm around Y/Ns waist " look at my boys all together just need my girls over there and ive got my picture " she picked up Jonathans camera and smiled at everyone " all my babys in one place come on guys i need a picture for the fireplace" shoving Y/N and Robin over as nancy and El joined the mele Y/N felt Eddie's arm around her shoulder as he bent and placed his cheek next to hers and smiled joyce placed the camera to her eye " say family " a loud chorus of Family could be heard as the flash went off and Joyce gave a huge smile .

Y/N woke to the sounds of Eddies screaming throwing the sheets off herself and hurtling down the small trailer to his Room, throwing the door open she saw Eddie's sweat covered body edging up the bed his eyes wide in fright she could almost smell the fear in the room , the last couple of weeks had taught her to take it slow with Eddie when he was like this , the dreams although not as frequent were still none the less there and to Eddie very much real in his head , Eddies muttering and whimpers broke her heart each time as she slowly made her way over to him " Eddie baby its ok hunnie im here ok " slowly placing her hands to his cheeks and slowly turning his face to meet hers Eddie's mouth was moving but no sound was coming out ,finally he made a word come out she shuddered as he said it "Bats" she moved closer pulling him to her his sweat soaking through her t-shirt within seconds his whole body shaking his breathing laboured as he tried to gain control .

Y/N leant back slightly seeing His beautiful brown eyes come back into focus placing her forehead to his he took a Shakey breath as he whispered " I'm sorry " Y/N looked into his eyes "there's no need to be Ed ever, in sickness and in health yeah me and you will fight all this together never say sorry to me for this I love you completely" Eddie smiled " in sickness and in health huh till death do we part and all that yeah" she grinned"forever and ever indie and shortround" Eddie's hands rested on her cheeks as he pulled her closer "I love you Y/N Y/L/N "his lips meeting with hers as she melted into him the stubble from his top lip tickling hers as his tongue sought entrance which she willingly gave , Y/N pulled him closer into the kiss with each passing second remembering what it was like to be held and kissed by him and vowing never to let him go again " Eddie broke the kiss smiling and resting his head on hers looking into her eyes " stay with me yeah " Y/N looked into his eyes and nodded " tonight , tomorrow and always Edward Munson I will always be the first thing you see when you open your eyes and the last thing you see when you close them " Eddie nodded to the other side of the bed pulling the sheet back and winking " Your side awaits you Wife " Y/N scrambled to the other side as Eddie settled back down pulling the cover over her and pulling her into his side so she rested her head in his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart as he spoke " so do we get the license tomorrow or do we wait a little bit" Y/N looked up resting her chin on his chest " well we don't want to race this we have only known each other 10 plus years so maybe we should wait a bit" she laughed as he raised his eyebrows as he spoke " exactly how long is a bit" Y/N traced her finger along his jaw bringing her self up to be level with his eyes " well Mr Munson Saturday should be fine and Haloween is a perfect day for two freaks to get married don't you think" his eyes widened " sounds perfect to me Mrs Munson absolutely perfect" sealing it with a kiss.

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