Hey, hi, hello! Here is where you can find my writings. I started writing because I love to get my rambling thoughts on paper, and wanted to share them with you. Currently my brain is obsessing over Benny Cross and he is shamelessly taking over my thoughts. Do I mind? Not in the slightest.
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🔥= smut ❤️🔥= implied smut 🌸= fluff
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Benny Cross
Rules🌸 During a shift at the diner, you meet Benny. Intrigued and feeling bold, you agree to meet him after work.
Trouble🔥 As promised, Benny waits for you after your shift to take you on a ride. (Follow-up of Rules).
Three🔥 Benny fucks you in Johnny's office, but it turns out you're not alone.
Request: Groceries🌸 Could you maybe write something about him protecting the reader from someone who bothers her. Taking her with him for a ride and ends with fluff/smut? 🤞🏼 (love me a protective man)
Southern Sass🌸 You call to reach Johnny but end up in a frustrating yet flirtatious banter with Benny, who leaves you intrigued.
Cheeky🔥 You and Benny go upstairs and being sneaky, much to your stepfathers dismay. And when he insults Benny, you give him a sticky surprise.
Mr. Cross ❤️🔥 Benny Cross, a successful, arrogant billionaire who demands perfection and respect — someone you definitely don’t want to cross. Even though you strongly dislike him, you can’t deny that he’s physically stunning—and it’s driving you crazy.
Tomato Sauce Tension 🌸 You struggle to open a tomato sauce jar, but thankfully your new neighbor comes to the rescue.
Hank Thompson
Stairway to Heaven🔥 Your night couldn't get any worse, but it did when you ripped your tights. But Hank loves to climb the stairways to your heaven.
Joel Miller
Strings🔥 Joel had cockblocked you, not once, but twice. The build-up frustration getting to your head, making you challenge Joel which he merely accepts.
Glasses ❤️🔥 After a night out you sexted your ride Joey to pick you up. Turned out you didn't look clearly and accidentally sexted your older neighbor Joel instead.
Captain Syverson
Thrilling Evening part one 🔥 After losing a bet against your friends where you have to wear your vibrating panties for the evening the three end up in a bar where you meet this handsome man. Which makes your evening even more thrilling…
Thrilling Evening part two 🔥 Follow-up of Thrilling Evening part one
Never Have I Ever...🔥 Meeting your childhood friend’s new neighbor on your annual campfire gathering started fun and casual but slowly turned into a game of teasing and seeing how far the other will go.
Backbone part one🔥 You and your team were transferred to camp Warhorse. And even though the squad was welcoming, there was one big ass grump who wasn't happy about your arrival.
Backbone part two🔥 You had a confrontation with The Captain but got interrupted before things could escalate. But that doesn't keep the grumpy Captain up as he orders you to meet up later. And meeting up you did.
Henry Cavill
Grand Suite - miniseries🔥
Jumping Crate 🌸 You are in the gym and struggle with this fear of jumping onto a wooden crate. Unfortunately your friend can’t stay to help you out but then there is this handsome hero who saves the day.
Tom Hardy
Who let the dogs out? 🌸 During your work-out you noticed that your puppies escaped and ran around the gym. Thankfully there is this handsome actor who's willing to give you a hand.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smutty content, unprotected p in v
A/N: Just seeing Austin as Hank in Caught Stealing got me reeling already, I'm afraid I can't cope when the movie comes out. Anyway, I went feral by seeing this photo and I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's not exactly what I had in mind and it's definitely not perfect, but it's something. There will be mistakes, I quickly typed this out and am too tired to fix it, you've been warned. 🧡
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A deep, irritated sigh escaped your lips as you eyed the clock behind the bar. One hour. You’d been waiting one whole hour for your date, and he still wasn’t there. That motherfucker stood you up.
The handsome bartender, Hank, noticed your sour mood. He swung the towel he was using to dry glasses over his shoulder and leaned casually against the bar. He crossed his arms and eyed the clock as well, giving you a knowing look.
“He still ain’t here, is he?” He asked, his voice deep and soft.
You rolled your eyes at him. “Clearly, I’m still here on my own, aren’t I? So, yeah. He ain’t here.”
A grin tugged at his lip at your sharp and bitter tone. “Shame to stand up a pretty girl like you.”
“Yeah, well, tell that to the asshole, ” you snapped and slurped the last bit of your drink before shoving it across the bar with more force than necessary.
He picked it up and placed it with the dirty dishes, before continuing with drying glasses. “I will. But you know… some people just don’t know a good thing when they have it. It’s his loss.”
“Ugh, I guess so.” You agreed and couldn’t stop the words from spilling over your lips, unable to control your frustration. “I’m mean, seriously. I even went to get my nails done, bought this new dress— hell, I even put on this uncomfortable but stunning heels!”
The build-up frustration made you stand up, while you continued your rant. “And for what? To sit here all by myself, sipping some mojitos looking like a loner and—“ a tearing feeling made you stop in your tracks and looked down at the back of your thigh.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You cursed upon eyeing the hole and growing ladder in your tights, caused by a chipped part of the barstool.
A chuckle made you look up. Hank eyed the tear and a smirk appeared upon his face.
“What’s so funny?” You asked, heat creeping into your cheeks.
“What’s funny,” he started, closing the distance so you could feel heat radiating from him, “is that you’re all dolled up for that asshole, but I’m the one getting a show.”
A shiver ran down your spine as his voice dropped an octave lower.
“And if I’m being honest, that ladder in your tights? Damn, it’s a stairway to heaven to me, and if you’ll let me, I’d gladly climb it.”
His words caught you off guard for a split second, the tension between you palpable and electric. Hank’s gaze changed and somehow your frustration transformed into anticipation, tension filling the air between you.
You leaned back so you could take a look at his face, checking if he was joking or not. The playful grin made way for a longing look, eyes flicking between yours and your lips. Your heart started to pound aggressively in your chest as you took a few shallow breaths.
“Well… maybe I’ll let you.”
That was all the confirmation Hank needed. He made his way over and slung his arm over your shoulder, guiding you towards the back while he called to his co-worker Joe, to take over.
Before you knew it, you were cornered between shelves, carton boxes and crates. His broad hands roaming all over you, squeezing you at all the right places. Your heart-rate was skyrocketing, accompanied by your panting breath.
Your hands were trembling as you started to unbutton his shirt, and caught his eye, his usual blue eyes were now darkened with desire and it only fueled the building fire within you.
Without wasting another second he closed the distance and hungrily pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was wild, sloppy and full of hunger. It felt like you were on fire, and your body was yearning. Yearning for him.
His hands roamed down your waist to your thighs, and a gasp left you when the sounds of ripping fabric filled the room. Hank had ripped your tights all the way up to a big hole, so your inner thighs and apex were kissed by the cool air of the storage room.
A hoarse laugh came from Hank. “Oh, you should see your face.”
You huffed back and started to unbutton his pants, quickly snaking your hand into his boxers to cup his growing bulge. His brows knitted together and a soft moan escaped him.
“You should see your face.” You countered as you started to stroke him.
Hank answered with another huffed chuckle and grabbed your wrist, tugging at it sharply and turned you around, so your front was pressed against a shelf.
“Yeah? Well, let’s see your face when I’m done with you.”
Without wasting another second he flicked the skirt of your dress up, bending you roughly against the shelf so you were more exposed to him and pushed your thong to the side.
A squeak left you as you felt his hot breath against your throbbing core, quickly followed by a long and sensational stroke of his tongue which made your knees buckle. He leaned back and spat, spreading the saliva with his finger, teasing your entrance, which made you moan in pleasure.
Gosh, it felt like you were about to jump out of your skin and before you knew it, you begged him. “Please…just fuck me already.”
You didn’t need to tell him twice. He leaned back and made quick work of releasing his cock. A scraping noise of a crate being dragged across the floor made you look down, and watched how he had placed his foot on top of it, before lining himself up against your soaking entrance. His broad hands palmed your sides as he started to tilt his hips.
He slowly filled you up, and the most sinful moan crawled its way out of your throat. You closed your eyes and reveled is the feeling of him stretching you open and filling you with his cock.
“Ah, fuck!” You moaned and pressed your hips back, eager to feel more of him.
“So damn tight.” He groaned through clenched teeth and gripped your hips tighter. Slowly he started to thrust in and out. Your body starting to open up to him as he picked up his pace.
Moans and groans of pleasure started to escape the both of you. The building pleasure made you dig your nails into the wooden shelf as adrenaline pumped through your veins.
Hank praised you. Praising you on how amazing you felt and how you took him so well, causing goosebumps to break out all over your skin.
For fuck’s sake. This man was fucking you so good. So deliciously sinful and rough, it had nothing to do with making love, it was like a carnal need which both of you yearned for.
The shelf bucked against the wall with every hard thrust, causing some of the boxes with napkins and straws clatter onto the floor, but Hank didn’t care and neither did you. All what mattered was now, reveling in the pleasure the both of you experienced.
One of Hank’s hands roamed over your thigh to the back of your knee, guiding it up onto the shelf so you were just standing on one leg, this way he created more access to enter your heavenly paradise. And goodness, this position made your body feel electric.
Without losing a beat he kept on pounding into you like a madmen and you held on to the shelf for dear life. You felt how your heel was starting to slip from your foot and clattered to the floor, accompanying the other items from the shelf.
Hank started to grunt and his hips started to falter, him coming closer and closer to his release. His grip on your hips intensified and you were sure it would leave some bruises from how tight he held you.
“Ah… mmmh.. fuck!” He cursed as he came. His thrust started to slow, creating a moment for the both of you to catch your panting breath. Your leg started to get a bit numb and you supported yourself onto your hands, turning your head to look at him.
His hair was tousled and a tiny drop of sweat adorned his brow, his lips were parted so his pants could escape. But his eyes were focused on the part where you still were connected. And he looked like… he looked like he was in a kind of haze, in a really good daydream, his expression filled with satisfaction. He lifted his gaze when he felt yours. A dazzling smile broke on his face as he shook his head.
“You know,” he started and leaned forward, causing you to moan as he filled you once more. “I’m really glad I climbed those stairs, you know. Heaven is a place on earth, and it’s right there between your legs.”
His comment make you blush and you bit your lip. He cleared his throat as he gently pulled out and zipped himself up. He reached out for a napkin to clean you up.
“Meet me after my shift, so I can take you to my place.”
You shot him a questionable look. “Why would I do that?”
“I can assure you, you won’t regret it. And even though I know you enjoyed this fuck, you didn’t come. So let me make that up to you and take you to heaven.“
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