not many people know this but when talking about your multiple pronoun-using friend you build up a combo meter for every subsequent unique pronoun you use
Summary: Ben and his girlfriend need to learn how to be intimate.
Warnings: sex, P in V, dry humping, fingering, Ben is a tits guy, fluff, rude reporters, blood (but only a little), use of Yn… I think that's all.
The bad part about dating a celebrity was that everyone knew about their relationship. She found out on their very first date.
The date was supposed to be something simple, intimate. Ben took a long time to ask her out, like months.
First he was shy, then he started to get closer little by little. He made up excuses to go to Reed's lab, just to see the scientist. She still laughs when she remembers the day Ben went there because he was convinced he had a splinter in his finger. In his stone finger. She, of course, did her best to find the splinter… Even though it took a whole afternoon where it was just the two of them talking alone. Without the interruption of the world or Johnny teasing Ben every second.
The barb trick worked perfectly. Spending an entire afternoon listening to that distinctive accent that made her skin tingle, or those eyes so blue she was sure they were pieces of the sky… Ben Grimm made her fall completely in love with him.
The first date brought the real shock of reality. She knew who Ben was, obviously, but she hadn't expected it to be like this. She hadn't thought that an evening picnic in the park, eating delicious treats from Maisie's, would become chaotic just because she was next to him.
Ben tried, truly tried, to keep people away, joked a little with the children hoping they would leave soon after (besides trying to be pleasant for their first date), took the photos the paparazzi wanted so badly, but people remained around them.
"Look at that… Poor thing, having to put up with someone like him…" she heard one of the women whisper to the other.
"Hey Ben! What time is it?" Ben laughed, but she saw the anger growing inside him.
"It's just a cartoon, man." he murmured as if he'd said it a thousand times already.
"Come on, Ben! What time is it?" the man insisted.
"What's it like dating someone made of stone, little girl?" an older man asked, placing a microphone in front of her mouth. The woman tried to move away, but the man was insistent. "How do you have sex? Is he normal down there?" she moved away again, and this time, Ben appeared.
"Get away from her." he didn't speak in a friendly or playful way like before.
She felt his chest press against her back, the large man's arms outstretched in front of her, blocking any photos those vultures might take.
Within that strange embrace, she realized, looking up and seeing Ben's orange skin illuminated by the late afternoon sun, making him seem even less human. His blue eyes were furious, yet tired, as if he had dealt with this every day of his life. The rocks on his skin reflected his tough exterior, but she knew that inside, Ben was soft as melted butter.
In that embrace, she realized that if it weren't for his tough exterior, Ben would have already thrown everything to the wind. The paparazzi, the nosy people, and the children didn't see Ben as a person. They saw him as an attraction.
And she was right beside him.
"Come on, let the girl answer!"
"Yes! We want to know!" another shouted from the back.
"That's enough," Ben said, standing up and taking the woman with him, as if he weighed absolutely nothing. At the first step, the paparazzi immediately pulled out their cameras and took dozens of photos. The children ran away, and the gossips took a step back. Ben moved forward, forcing them out of his way, and walked quickly enough to lose the paparazzi and their damned camera flashes.
The woman, protected inside Ben's overcoat as if she were a baby, saw absolutely nothing. She only knew Ben had stopped walking when he opened the overcoat and put her down.
They were right in front of the building where she lived; it wasn't more than a few blocks from the park, but it was still a considerable distance for Ben to walk. He didn't say a single word, and neither did she. Yn just looked at the building entrance and at Ben, as if expecting him to break the thick ice that had formed between them.
"You," they both said at the same time. Both with tones of confidence, and yet, so much insecurity that their voices faltered slightly. Ben gestured to her, as if giving her a chance to say what she wanted to say.
"I was going to ask if you want to continue… in my apartment?" She grimaced, feeling how strange that sounded.
"Seriously?" Ben seemed genuinely surprised.
"We barely had time to talk before…"
"Before everyone came to see the circus act?"
"Ben… You know I don't think that, right?" she had sincere doubts about that. And his silence was enough for the answer. "You're not a circus act. You're a man who deserves a decent first date." she said more firmly this time. "I can't promise many things, I'm sure my refrigerator has mushrooms growing inside, but… I have lasagna recipe that I guarantee you'll like!" a small smile bloomed on his lips.
"Show me the way." Ben replied.
The first date wasn't what she expected; they couldn't finish their picnic in the park or chat under the moonlight. Instead, Ben taught her how to make a divine tomato sauce, while she ensured a lasagna filling that made him close his eyes with just one bite. They may not have shared the famous first kiss, but it was a night neither she nor he would forget.
The next day, she dressed up a little more for work, hoping to find Ben on the way. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, but he made his presence felt with breakfast left on her desk, right next to a bouquet of flowers, her favorites of course.
Her morning routine was always the same: arrive at the Tower, have coffee, and check the main news on the computer before actually starting work.
Ben graciously provided her with a divine breakfast, with soft, warm bread along with the hot, slightly bitter liquid of his perfectly brewed coffee. All that was left was to read the news.
The first featured article was a gossip magazine, with her picture clearly visible on the cover. The title was a provocation to her career: The Affective Dynamics of a Relationship with a Rock: A Case Study. Of course, they made it seem like an academic study as soon as they realized she worked in a lab.
She ignored it; after all, it was an online gossip magazine, they only posted nonsense. But the next headline also caught her attention: Who is the woman next to Ben Grimm? Meet Dr. Yn.
She rolled her eyes and skipped the article again, mentally making the excuse that it was just a coincidence to have appeared in two headlines in a row.
But the third one made her want to scream: Ben Grimm, the Rock Man, is capable of having sex?
The article tried to be intelligent, using terms like "altered physiology" or "DNA adaptations," but it was all a simple way of saying how strange it was for a man like Ben to be in a relationship and how that, for some reason, was enough to make articles about it. Social media was worse. Her Instagram screamed with private messages suggesting ridiculous and disgusting things, even her photos were under attack. A mix of how she didn't deserve Ben or how she was too good for him. There were even compliments about how she had so much "altruism," as if she were doing charity by dating Ben.
Fortunately, a stone hand closed the laptop with care practiced over years.
"Don't read it," he said as if it were advice he gave himself all the time.
"How can I not? It's ridiculous!" she huffed, leaning back in her chair and looking at the flowers beside her. "They say… That I'm doing charity by dating you… It's ridiculous."
"Are you?" he asked, but she heard the provocation in his voice. "The important thing is that you know the truth."
"But…"
"They're going to talk anyway." Ben brought one of his hands to her face. The stone of her skin was warm, more so than she had imagined it would be, and much more careful too.
"When Sue warned me it would be difficult, I thought she was talking about something else," she commented with a laugh, which Ben mirrored.
"You can still back out," he said, lowering his hand, but she immediately stopped him, placing his hand back on her face.
"If being with you means going through hordes of paparazzi, people with ridiculous comments, or children wanting to use you as a toy," Ben laughed, as did she. "I'll stay with you." Ben looked at her as if she were the craziest woman possible.
The truth was, she liked Ben. She loved how he talked about his life with excitement, how he described piloting a rocket as if it were easy. She loved the sound of his heart beating like strong drums beneath his stone skin. She found it incredible how he remembered the smallest details, like the way she drank her coffee, or the fact that she hated the feel of most hand creams but liked having her hands moisturized anyway. If she needed to cross a sea of paparazzi to be with him, then she would do it.
The lab was still quiet; Reed hadn't arrived yet. It was comical how someone who lived there could be late every morning. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, and in the background, though it seemed impossible, they could hear the birds singing, blessing the morning with melody.
She approached first, and Ben remained motionless. She decided to climb onto her chair to reach the height she needed to touch his rough cheeks. Ben seemed to forget how to breathe.
She smiled at the rough sensation on her fingers; it was like touching a stone that had been in direct sunlight, warm and, strangely, comfortable. Ben placed his hands on her waist, not necessarily pulling her close, nor pushing her away; just making her feel safe there, close to him.
The touch of his lips came timidly. She expected the texture of his mouth to be the same as his rough face, but it wasn't. It was rough, yes, but not like his cheeks; it was more like dry lips on a harsh winter day. Ben remained motionless, as if holding back with all his might to avoid reacting. Not because she didn't want to, but because she knew that every tiny movement of his carried the weight of thousands of stones.
She, unfortunately, didn't share the same thought, having the naive act of deepening the kiss.
For a few seconds it was perfect, it was sweet and exciting… Until it became painful.
She pulled away as soon as she felt the slight burning sensation on her upper lip. Her hands left Ben's neck and touched where it hurt, seeing the bloodstain on his skin.
"Oh sweets… I didn't mean to," his voice was full of horror. She could see his eyes so worried and horrified, as if he had ripped her heart out with his own hands. "I'm so sorry, sweets."
"It's okay, Ben," she said, feeling the soft touch of a napkin on her mouth, Ben holding it.
"No, it's not," he put his arm around her body, moving her from the chair to sit on the counter.
"It was just a scratch, no need to go into emergency medical mode." she commented with a laugh, still feeling Ben with the napkin over her cut. He didn't laugh at all.
"That's not funny, Yn. I hurt you… I can't even kiss you without hurting you." she saw the pain in his eyes. She could see the tension in his jaw clenching as his blue eyes were fixed on her small cut. His shoulders were stiff as stone (no pun intended!), carrying the tension and worry of the world on his back.
"If it counts for anything," she moved her own hand to touch Ben's face again. She saw his eyes move to hers; if she were to guess, she'd say Ben was scared. "I thought the kiss was incredible."
"You don't need to lie." he replied as if he were trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
"I'm serious." she took his hand away from the injury. "It was different, of course… But it wasn't bad… It was like… Like"
"Kissing a brick?" He finished as if he were making a joke about himself, but she saw the touch of truth and insecurity that ran through him.
"Like kissing someone who's in love." Ben looked at her as if he expected her to laugh, as if it were a joke he didn't understand. But Yn had never been so serious. "And I would really like to kiss him again." He was hesitant, but seemed to give in, leaning in to leave a very, very careful kiss on her lips. 'See… We just need to adapt a little." she clarified, moving her finger against his cheek in a caress.
"Ben! What are you doing here?" Reed said, walking over to them and looking at them as if he hadn't invaded a clear moment between them.
"You really aren't that smart." Ben said, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder, who looked even more confused. 'I'm going to steal your scientist for today, okay? She's clearly hurt and unable to continue working here." She couldn't help but smile at Ben being so lighthearted and playful, even though seconds before it seemed like he was about to fall apart.
"Hurt?" What Reed had in IQ, he lacked in social skills.
"Exactly, now excuse us." Ben helped the woman down from the counter, taking her bag and guiding her with his hand on her lower back out of the lab, leaving Reed still confused.
Weeks had passed since that day in the lab, and now the world knew for sure that Ben Grimm was in a relationship with Yn, the famous scientist who worked alongside Reed.
Despite being in a relationship, the pace was slow. I mean, they kissed, but Ben still hesitated. Even more so after what happened in the lab.
But, on one of their first nights together, when Ben convinced her to stay after dinner with them in the tower, he truly opened up about his deepest fears.
He explained that because of the mutation, his body wasn't the same, no part of it. His entire epidermis was like hard leather, beneath which were layers of a kind of tissue that was extremely similar to stones. But the mutation affected more than just his skin; his body was different. He had bones that could withstand more than eighty-five tons, but others, like the bones in his hands, suffered significant atrophy, which only didn't cause damage to his coordination thanks to the appearance of hydrostatic musculature. His lungs were powerful enough that he didn't need to breathe for long periods of time, his ribs were fused together providing armor-like protection for his heart (which, of course, made sense given that Ben Grimm's heart had to be protected by walls and walls of thick armor).
The bottom line was: Ben was different. And their relationship had to adapt to that, or… accidents would happen.
They were at her house, Ben was sitting on the sofa with his girlfriend in his arms. He was focused on the game playing on the television, and she was playing with his fingers in such a natural and silly way, but Ben simply loved it.
There was something so domestically beautiful about the scene, something she simply loved. Ben, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that looked tiny on his broad torso, completely absorbed in the game, murmuring comments to the screen as if the players could hear him.
"That pass was ridiculous! He wasn't free!" he only realized he'd spoken aloud when he heard her laugh. "What are you laughing at?" He joked, moving his enormous hand to tease the woman.
"You talk as if you know!" she replied, teasing him back. She knew very well that Ben had been a player in school, and that he had gotten a scholarship because of it. But she was going to tease him, just for the sake of teasing.
"Know that before I was like this, I was a handsome player." he joked, watching her roll her eyes but continue smiling.
"And who says you're not a handsome man now?" she stood up, with a mischievous smile looking at Ben, and he just raised his thick, stony eyebrow.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, curious and apprehensive.
"Nothing… I just want to show you that you're still, in fact, my handsome man." she said too innocently.
"Sweets…?" he began to say, but it was too late. With a movement that was intended to be graceful, she sat on her boyfriend's lap, with the sole idea of snuggling against his chest, exchanging caresses and perhaps, taking that step in the relationship. But the reality was too harsh and painful.
When she went to sit on those monumental thighs sculpted from stone, there was neither the comfort she expected, nor even the flexibility needed to embrace his overly broad body. The impact was directly on the inside of her thighs, a sharp tug that made her see stars from the pain. Her throat released a groan, to which Ben immediately reacted by placing his hands on her body in an attempt to lift her, but each movement was horrible.
"What was that? Honey?!"
"My thigh…!" she groaned in pain, and Ben did what he needed to do, lifting her up in one swift motion, making her scream a little more before placing her on the sofa beside him.
Ben quickly got up, walking to the kitchen and getting ice for the woman on the sofa. When he returned, he knelt on the floor to hold the ice against the inside of her thigh. Anyone entering the apartment now would surely laugh at the compromising position they were in, her legs pressed together and groaning, and Ben kneeling on the floor with his hands on her legs and his face distributing kisses in that area.
She had dreamed so much about that position, but in very different situations.
"At least it was educational," she said amidst the pain of her muscles complaining and reminding her to stretch more every day.
"I'm an idiot. I should have stopped you," he grumbled, looking at the floor like an embarrassed child. "I'm sorry, sweets."
"Ben, honey, how could it have been your fault? I was the one who wanted to climb on you… And I'm clearly the one who needs to do more stretching exercises…" she joked, running her hand over his face to caress it. "Maybe Reed could give me some tips?" this time he laughed.
"Can I try a massage?" he suggested. "Since it was partly my fault."
"You weren't to blame, Ben. I already said. I was the one who decided to jump on my boyfriend… Who's a rock. It's not your fault."
"I didn't want to be a rock. Not for you." he said, almost like a not-so-discreet confession.
"Well… I don't want you to be different." she replied, sitting up a little straighter to look into his eyes. "I only want you, Ben, with the rocks and everything else."
Ben rested his head against hers, a gesture they had both learned to use as a demonstration of affection. For some, it would be foolish and silly; for them, it was like a promise being made.
A few days later, Ben needed to be a hero, which resulted in another interview with the Fantastic Four on television. This time, she wasn't watching from her home, but from backstage, anxiously waiting to see her beloved on stage.
The questions were silly at first, typical things like: How was saving the city? or Is it difficult to do what you do?
But then came a specific question for Ben.
"Mr. Grimm, a question especially for you," the man said, and the audience reacted as if they knew what was going to be said. "Now that you're officially off the market, can you answer a question for us? What's your intimacy like? Said with your… condition?"
The air left the room as if a door to the vacuum of space had been opened. The silence was abrupt and total. Reed stood speechless, his lips moving without making a sound. Sue gave the reporter an icy look that could freeze the sun. Johnny, normally laid-back, looked ready to literally set the man's microphone on fire.
Ben, who had been sitting, motionless like a statue, slowly leaned forward. The sound of his stone hand closing on the arm of the metal chair was a long, slow, menacing creak, like stones being ground together. The chair, designed to support his weight, warped under his hand like modeling clay.
"Don't you think there are better questions to ask?" He looked directly at the reporter, and his voice, when it came out, was low, flat, and laden with a danger that made the whole room tremble. "How… what are the chances of a self-important reporter surviving a single punch from me?" The silence that followed was even deeper. The reporter paled, his smile fading. The cameras focused on Ben, then on the reporter, then back on Ben. Security began to move toward the stage, but Reed intervened quickly.
"I think we're done here," he said, grabbing his friend's arm and guiding him off the stage. There was no applause.
But of course, the damage was done. The interview went around the world. The moment when Ben threatened the reporter was edited to appear more threatening than it was, and experts debated whether he was becoming dangerous to the public.
And social media exploded. #ThingAndGirlfriend trended for hours. Memes emerged, some funny, others cruel. Articles in "scientific" journals speculated about Ben's physiology. One particularly disgusting one suggested that, due to his rocky composition, he might be incapable of feeling physical pleasure, making their relationship essentially platonic.
She closed the laptop, her hands trembling. The violation was complete. Every attempt at intimacy that she and Ben shared now was a potential performance for the eyes of the world. Every touch, every kiss, every moment of vulnerability could be distorted, analyzed, ridiculed.
She hated it. She hated the meddling reporters. How their relationship was public enough for someone on the internet to come out with "tips" on how to improve her relationship with the stone man. She detested how, in a way, she wished it were easier. That she could simply jump into Ben's arms and love him the way he deserved.
And as if he took her mind, Ben was at her apartment door, with her favorite food and flowers.
The dinner was perfect, the lights dimmed in the quiet apartment, a simple yet intense conversation.
There was an intimacy in the air, a closeness that went beyond the physical. They were in her bed, the kisses were more careful now, she guided him to avoid any harm, but Ben was being careful.
Ben kissed the side of her mouth, her chin, her neck. His hands, those enormous hands, ran along her back with calculated pressure, enough to be felt but not to hurt.
The excitement was palpable in the night, an electric current in the air despite (or perhaps because of) all the difficulties. There was something intensely erotic in the restraint, in the constant awareness that one wrong move could cause harm. She wouldn't say it aloud, but it was too erotic.
Ben, carried away by the moment and by a deep desire that had been building up for months, rolled over her, trying to support himself on his arms so as not to put his weight on her body. Perhaps because of the wine, perhaps because of the intensity of the moment, his calculation failed by a fraction.
There was a dry, sharp crack, like a thick branch snapping. A groan from the old, solid wood, and then a thunderous collapse that seemed to last an eternity.
The bed collapsed under his weight. The wooden headboard struck the wall with force, cracking the plaster into a complex web of fissures that spread like lightning bolts from a silent explosion.
The romantic moment evaporated into thin air along with the plaster dust that began to linger in the soft light. They lay amidst the wreckage, covered by sheets and pillows, the mattress tilted at an odd angle over the broken bed slats.
She stood motionless, in shock. Not because of the danger; she knew Ben would protect her.
Ben stood up quickly, pulling her into his arms just before the bed collapsed.
"Sweets, I—" Ben began to speak, but was cut off by the most genuine laugh he had ever heard.
It wasn't a nervous laugh, but a deep laugh that rose like a volcanic eruption of dark humor. A laugh that carried Ben along with it.
"I promise to pay for the damage," he said after the laughter subsided a little.
"Of course you will! You think I'll let this go cheap? You'll have to work hard, Mr. Grimm. Lots of extra work with the Fantastic Four. Maybe a world tour. Charity concerts. Autographs."
"Whatever it takes." Ben rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around her and returning his kisses to his girlfriend's neck.
"You know…" her tone changed from playful to seductive. "The bed is already broken anyway… Do you want to continue where we left off?" before he could answer, she heard the annoying sound of Ben's watch, the danger alert that couldn't be ignored. They both groaned in disappointment.
"I promise to come back."
"You better!" she said, giving him one last kiss before he left the apartment.
In the days that followed the bed incident, they began to explore each other's bodies a little more, discovering more and more until they could go further. For example, Ben had the pleasure of discovering that he could still appreciate a beautiful pair of breasts without hurting them, and even cause pleasure with just the right touches. But they were going further.
The discovery came almost by accident. They were in Ben's room, a spacious but sparsely furnished room (all reinforced) with a spectacular view of Manhattan. The floor was covered with a fluffy carpet that always made her want to lie down there, which was exactly where they were at that moment.
It all started with casual touches, a caress here and there, stolen kisses… A wandering hand… Until she finally climbed onto Ben's lap (this time, without pain… Thanks to the stretches Reed gave her!), the kisses began to get hotter and more passionate, until Ben made a movement with his hands, pulling her hips closer as if it were just muscle memory. Their bodies, separated only by their clothes, couldn't help but feel the friction as something very welcome. He felt her hips move again, and again, taking on a rhythm that made him break the kiss just to groan.
"Sweets?" he called, but he didn't really know why.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, slowing her movements. Ben whimpered, using his hands to force her to move. "Use your words like a good boy," she smiled when she saw his eyes close and him whimper again. She knew that if he wanted to, he could force her body as he pleased, but he wouldn't do that.
"Don't stop, please," she did, giving him an unrequited kiss (it was difficult for him to kiss when he was experiencing pleasure for the first time in years).
She could feel every part of his body, even through his clothes, and right then she decided she should buy a much larger dildo so she could practice at home.
It didn't take long for Ben to lose control. His arm flew onto the mattress behind him, his fingers crumpling the fabric until it tore like wet paper. Ben groaned loudly and clearly, something she never thought she would hear so clearly. She felt his penis throbbing in an intense orgasm.
She continued to move her hips until Ben practically begged her to stop, and only after he asked did she stop. Ben smiled, hearing her sweet laughter, feeling the many kisses she left on his face before rolling onto his side and sighing wearily. He smiled, putting his arm around her in a tender gesture.
"Is it strange?" she asked, looking at his lap, where the silhouette of his penis was still visible, and of course, the stain of semen on his pants.
"Yes and no," he replied, moving his hand to hers. "I've felt pleasure before… But not like this. I don't think I've ever felt like this."
"Never?" she asked, her tone slightly surprised. Ben turned her face towards him.
"Never." It was obvious he wasn't just talking about sex.
"Me too," she replied, knowing exactly what he meant, but still afraid to say it aloud.
After that night, Ben began to train more. Not to lift trucks, or to safely bring stranded ships to shore. But to train so that he could give her the same pleasure he felt.
In theory, he knew. He knew how to use his fingers and his mouth, as well as his own body, to make women's eyes roll back in orgasms. But that was before he became who he was. Now everything was more difficult. Grabbing a simple cookie from the counter was a training exercise that required concentration and luck. A lot of luck.
And almost two weeks later, Ben finally felt confident enough to do what he wanted.
She, of course, had no idea; she thought it was just a regular date. But when they returned to the tower, he gently guided her to her own room, losing Johnny in the hallway and closing the bedroom door with his foot.
She immediately went to the bathroom, preparing to sleep as she always did when they went on dates. But when he came out of the bathroom, Ben was under the bedsheet, his posture nervous as if he were about to do something unthinkable.
She lay down beside him, perfectly normal.
"You're nervous… What happened?" she asked, somewhat afraid of the answer. Ben took a deep breath before replying.
"Remember weeks ago when… When we…"
"When I made you come in your pants like a horny teenager? Yeah, I remember." Ben rolled his eyes with a laugh.
"You could say that," he teased back. "Anyway, I… I've been practicing and I wanted to do the same for you."
"Oh… Sure! I mean, if you want we can…"
"I don't want to have sex," she looked at him almost offended. "No, I mean, I want to… But not today. I'm not ready for that step, but I thought of another."
"Okay… What do I do?" she asked, slightly nervous.
"Just… Relax and enjoy it," he replied, placing his hand on her face and guiding her into a deep kiss. She shivered as she felt his fingers slowly tracing her body, almost agonizingly.
"Ben…" she whispered, her voice already faltering.
"I practiced…" he replied, his mouth trailing down her neck. "So I wouldn't hurt you," he added, using his hand to pull down the straps of her pajamas, exposing her breasts. Ben immediately kissed both her nipples before choosing one to lick and gently nibble. Up to that point, nothing new had happened, until she felt his hand slide down to the waistband of her pajamas.
Ben's touch was timid, but once she gained his trust, that was all it took. She was in a pure frenzy of pleasure with Ben's touches. He gave her breasts the necessary attention they needed; the stimulation complemented the touches of his fingers. First, he teased her clitoris with minimal but precise force. Its texture was something new and interesting. It was like discovering something mind-blowing. But what she truly screamed in pleasure was when he moved his finger down, teasing her body before carefully entering her.
A single finger of Ben's was enough for her to feel her body stretching; it was enough for her to imagine what it would be like when they actually had sex.
"You need to take more than that for us to have sex…" he murmured provocatively, his girlfriend about to climax in his hand.
Ben felt her begin to ride his palm. Her skin providing such delicious friction that it made her eyes roll back in pleasure.
It didn't take long for her to climax there. But just as she did, Ben didn't stop.
Let's just say that at breakfast there were some not-so-subtle glances exchanged between Ben and yn.
Ben became a little bolder after that, and so did she.
They were in her new bed, her room renovated to be reinforced like Ben's room in the tower. The lights were low and the curtains closed. He was using his fingers again, but now they were a little bolder. She was completely naked, and he was only wearing his underwear, which didn't make much effort to hide his arousal.
Ben had already made her come with his fingers, then in her mouth, and with his fingers again, leaving her body quite relaxed for what they planned next.
She moved her hand against his chest, touching his skin and moving down, feeling the rocky slabs on his abdomen contracting at her touch.
Ben was more confident and in control of himself, not hiding when she lowered his underwear to free his penis, as hard as a rock.
She moved her hand against his hard skin, feeling the warmth and the delicious sensation of weight in her palm.
Ben groaned softly against her lips, but made no move to do what she wanted to do.
Then she decided to do it. Carefully removing his hand from her sex, and taking the momentum she needed to turn Ben on his mattress and climb on top of him. She decided to move her hips a little, teasing both him and herself with Ben's cock rubbing between her lips.
She had both hands resting on his chest, and he, with his large hands, took her entire buttocks.
A few movements of her hips and she wanted more.
In a careful movement, she let Ben's head enter her body slowly and steadily. Her body opened little by little, and she was very grateful that she had bought a larger dildo for practice.
It was as if her body was being stretched to the extreme, it felt good. Good enough for her to be on the verge of orgasm in just the first moment, but who was going to judge her? Ben? The one with his eyes closed, whimpering something so low that she understood it to be a plea for him not to come too quickly.
But Ben's prayers were in vain. With her first movements, he came deep and strong, but she didn't stop, using Ben's cum as if was lubricant to gain more momentum and become more confident.
She continued to use the stone man as her sex toy for a few more long moments before finally succumbing to her own deep and delicious orgasm. Waves of pleasure coursed through them both, deep, convulsive contractions that made her collapse onto his chest, reveling in pleasure for a few more seconds before her mind drifted into a post-sex peace.
She smiled, looking at Ben, seeing the glow of his skin after sex.
"We… We did it." Ben smiled, almost drunk, moving his hands to caress his girlfriend tenderly, while leaving small kisses in her sweat-dampened hair.
"Yes, we did it." She answered, smiling and reaching out to steal a brief kiss from him.
"I never thought… That I could feel this again." he said, moving his hand to her face and caressing it.
"You deserve to feel pleasure, Ben. You deserve to feel love too. " she said, closing the small space between them in a deep kiss.
"I love you, sweets." he said in a sincere and affectionate tone.
"I love you more." she replied, and Ben smiled.
"Impossible."
They could still receive intrusive questions when they went out on the streets, they could still have their dates ruined by curious onlookers and paparazzi, but at least they had a very good way to relieve the tension.
Authors Note- Here is part two! You don't need to read part one, but it will help make more sense of the story. Part three is already written, just needs some revisions. Enjoy!
Warnings- MDNI 18+ (There will be more smut in part three)
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Part one
I found myself painting on some red lipstick the next morning before work. Typically I kept it simple, but today I went the extra step. I slipped on a pretty floral dress and let my hair down in loose waves. It wasn't anything too extravagant, but it was enough to hopefully catch Ben's eye. I was acting just like a teenager with her first crush. I wiped off the lipstick, deciding it was too much, and looked like I was trying too hard. The dress would be enough.
As promised Ben pulled up in front of my house at 7 am. As I walked out he came around and opened the car door for me. I wanted to swoon at how much of a dream he was. His hand gently rested at the small of my back. I could feel the heat from his touch deep through the fabric of my dress. “Thank you.” I said with a small smile. “You're welcome” he said with his soft but slightly rough voice. He lingered for a beat as I got into the seat. There was a livewire between us, and it was electrifying.
Ben and I went our separate ways. On the way to work Ben explained how today they were performing the countdown demonstration test for the launch countdown. The days to launch were creeping up fast, it filled me with excitement, and also a bit of worry. I cared about the crew, along with the success of the mission. This would open up so many doors for space exploration. But, despite all of that I cared about Ben the most.
“Wow! Look at you!” Diane wolf whistled as I walked towards my desk. I shook my head at her antics. “Who is it?” She asked with a grin. “What do you mean?” I asked dumbfounded. I wasn't about to have another conversation about men again. “You're acting all innocent. You're trying to get someone's attention.” She wasn't wrong. “No, I just felt like wearing something cute today.” I shrugged. “Hmmm if you say so” She said with a knowing glance. “Your car was still here this morning when I drove in.” She observed. “Yeah, I got a ride. Spark plug is shot.” I saw a glint in Diane's eyes. “Oh? And who was the ride from?” She really wasn't letting up. “Fine. It was Ben ok? Don't make a big deal about it. Nothing happened.” Diane placed a hand over her mouth to keep from squealing. I didn't need to tell her about his sweet gestures, the obvious pull between us, and the kiss I gave him on his cheek. Right now it was too fresh and too early to make any judgments, and Diane would come up with a billion different scenarios. “You and Ben huh?” She said with a smile. “It's nothing. He was just being friendly.” I explained. “Mmmhmm your face says otherwise.” I shook my head once again. She could see right through me.
Later that night….
“Ben..” I whispered. “Yeah?” He replied as he pulled me tight towards his body. “I want you to kiss me. I mean you don't have to…I just..” His lips crashed to mine causing me to wrap my hands around the back of his neck to pull him closer. His lips were soft and his kiss sent goosebumps all over my skin. I'd never been kissed like this before. My body was alive with electricity, this was something I'd never experienced…sparks. He pulled away from me slowly, my lips immediately missing his. “That was…” I stuttered. “Great, I hope,” Ben said with his boyish smile. “Much more than great.” His lips found mine again in response. This time he deepened the kiss, his tongue against the seam of my lips asking for entry. I opened my mouth and our tongues moved against each other. A soft sigh escaped from within me, causing him to pull me even closer. His body felt perfect pressed up against mine. He was tall, and lean, but he also had just the right amount of muscles. I pulled back for air, our foreheads pressed together as we both gasped for air. “Things are different now.” He whispered. “What do you mean?” I asked quietly. “Between us…this is more than just friends. I shouldn't have kissed you.” Instantly I felt hurt. Pulling back I leaned against the wall. “I don't mean it like that sweetheart.” He said as he grabbed my hand. “In three days I'm literally leaving this planet. I'm gonna miss you like crazy. Even before the kiss I knew I was going to miss you, but now…now it's more complicated. What if things go horribly wrong? I don't want there to be a last kiss.” He spoke with sadness as he looked at me as if he was trying to memorize my face. “Don’t say that..” I said sadly. “It's not out of the question. We have to prepare for it. There is a 50/50 chance we won't make it back. I'm just trying to be realistic.” I threw my arms around him and hugged him. The thought of never seeing him again broke my heart. “I don't regret kissing you, at all. But, I'll admit…I'm scared. We are trained to be positive to not scare the public, but I think everything thinks it. We might not make it back.” His blue eyes were filled with worry and sadness. The man that always seemed so sure and confident was no longer there. “This may be rash? But can I stay with you for the next few nights? We don't have to do anything physical, I just want to hold you all night…because I might not ever be able to again.” My heart broke at his vulnerability. How could I say no to that?
The idea of Ben with me in my bed was thrilling to say the least. He promised to “be a gentleman” as he told me with that grin that sent excitement through me. I'd been with men before, but it wasn't anything romantic. It was all for pleasure. With Ben I could tell it would be so much more than a quick one-night-stand. If I had gone out with Johnny I'm sure things would have led to that. I knew he was a womanizer. Ben was far from that. He was sweet, and patient, but also I knew he would be fantastic in bed. I shook my head at my silly notion. You're not sleeping with him I thought, not like that anyway. How was I supposed to not want it when he looked at me with those bedroom eyes? I was in deep trouble.
My bed was small, fit for one person. So this meant that Ben and I would have to be very close to each other, not that I was complaining. Usually I slept in a nightgown but I opted for a pair of cotton shorts and a loose shirt. A knock sounded on the door to my room, indicating Ben was ready for bed. “I'm decent!” I said. He stepped in. I tried to avoid staring, he was wearing a white T-shirt and plaid boxers. Didn't he think to wear something over those? What if he….what if he got excited and I felt him? What would I do then? I patted the spot next to me in bed. He climbed in on top of the covers and threw a blanket over him. I wanted to argue and tell him to get under my covers, but he was trying his best to avoid getting too close. We apparently were both thinking about it. His arm draped over my waist. There was a little space between us, and neither of us moved. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” He whispered. “Goodnight.” I said softly. There was no goodnight kiss or any of that, but that was more than ok. He was here, and that was all I wanted.
I awoke to dampness between my thighs. Shifting, I rolled over. Suddenly I remembered the man who shared the bed with me. It was hard to miss, the hardness of him pressing against my thigh. No wonder why I was wet. A groan escaped Ben's throat, which sent me over the edge. I wanted friction, I wanted that feeling. Slowly I adjusted so that he was settled between my legs. One rotate of my hips I was feeling electricity surge through me. His lips were on the back of my neck causing my body to feel warmth all over. He rocked against me, which caused me to move my hips in sync with his. I gasped when he palmed one of my breasts.
“This ok with you?” He asked in a low whisper. “Mmmmhmmm” I barely said. With my permission his hand slid under my top and cupped the underside of my bare breast. His big hand covered me, squeezing and gently tracing. I had never been so aroused ever before. I wanted him, I wanted him bad. “Ben!” I moaned softly. “Yes?” He said while kissing the side of my neck. “I want you.” Ben chuckled. “I want you too. I want to feel you everywhere. To kiss you all over your bare skin, to hear you moan my name when I'm inside of you.” He glanced over at the clock on my nightstand. “But, we have to be at work in an hour, and I want to ravage you without a time limit, but I think we have time for one little thing.” I raised my eyebrows at his suggestion.
Ben rolled over onto his back. "Come here and straddle me." He said in a low whisper that made my pussy clench. I swung my leg over him and settled on top of him. His cock was tenting his boxers. Blue eyes met him in silent consent. I lifted my hips and sat above his hardness. The heat from him spread against my pajama shorts. Ben hissed at the contact. His hands went up to my hips, squeezing gently. "Ride me. Show me how good you'll look when I'm actually inside of you" I began to move my hips, grinding against him in a slow rhythm. "Just like that, sweetheart. You're so beautiful." Ben groaned appreciatively. The way his length was rubbing against me was electrifying. I moaned in rhythm with our movements. His lips met mine in a kiss that made everything around us fade away. A kiss that only made me more attached.
I walked into that office later that morning with an extra pep in my step. Diane looked at me with a knowing expression. “What?” I asked her as I placed my purse under my desk. “You're glowing. Did you..” she insinuated by pointing her fingers together. “Diane!!!” I hissed as I looked around hoping that no one saw. “Relax! I didn't say his name.” I shook my head at her and pulled out my papers. “Did you or didn't you?” She asked on a more serious note. “I'm not telling.” I said with a teasing tone. “Hmph well I'll just assume you did. Is he good in bed? He's got to be.” I rolled my eyes playfully and went straight to my work.
“Hey, y/n! Lover boy, two o'clock.” I glanced towards the door as Ben walked into the office. My cheeks turned red as he smiled in my direction. “Want to go get lunch with me?” Ben asked as he stepped towards my desk. “Yeah, I'd love to!” I agreed as I grabbed my purse.
Ben took me to a drive in. He ordered me a burger with the works, and we split a thing of fries. I could tell Ben was getting anxious for tomorrow, so I tried to lighten the mood. “What are your thoughts on Woodstock?” I asked. Ben looked at me while putting a fry in his mouth, after he swallowed he spoke. “I'm not much into hippie culture. I'm too old. I heard The Beatles might attend though.” He said. “I'm really hoping The Who shows up, and Creedence Clearwater Revival.” I said while picking off a pickle from my burger. “Hmm you're a rock kinda gal? I don't pay much attention to music these days” he shrugged. “I could show you my record collection sometime.” Ben smiled and took my hand, his thumb running over my knuckles softly. “I'd really like that.” His blue eyes glistened in the sunlight. I couldn't get over how good looking he was. The fact that he liked me made me feel giddy inside. I was getting in deep, and it was thrilling. The kiss, the fact that we spent the night together, and the intimate moment this morning we're all adding up fast to me falling for him….I was falling hard.
On Friday nights I went to get Grans groceries at the grocery store. It was something that I looked forward to too, a little bit of solace after my long week. While waiting in line to check out my eye gravitated towards the Newsweek magazine. ANSAs Fantastic Four: Journey to The Moon. My finger traced over the picture of Ben. I tried to push the thoughts aside, but the date on the cover mocked me July 20th, 1969. Today was the nineteenth. I threw the magazine on the belt along with the groceries.
“Are you going to watch the launch?” The woman at the register who was about my age asked as she scanned my magazine. “yeah” I nodded with a friendly smile. She looked at the cover after scanning it. “You know..this might sound a little strange but Ben is cute don't you think?” I felt my cheeks burn…if she only knew. “Yeah, he's pretty attractive,” I said with a laugh. “I bet he's got someone, although I'm not too sure I'd want to be romantically involved with him. The mission is dangerous. What if he doesn't come back?” Just then I wanted to cry. Reality has finally set in…after tomorrow morning I may never see Ben again, and that shattered my heart to a billion pieces.
ARE YOU hopelessly fixated on a specific fictional polycule and have way too much time on your hands? boy do i have an unnecessarily elaborate ship chart for you!
(versions with 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 characters and an example under the cut)
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"Vi's death in the AU made Piltover feel sowwy and stop oppressing Zaun out of guilt and that's why Zaun isn't oppressed anymore in S2E7!" No.
Vi's death started a fucking war.
Do you really believe that if a bunch of undercity kids burglarized an apartment in Topside's academy grounds and accidentally caused a massive explosion that injured or killed a bunch of people including a councilor's daughter and a Piltovan student who resided there, that topside would feel sorry? Because one (1) Zaunite teenager died?
No. Not for one second. What they would do is immediately drag off the three remaining (extremely traumatized and distressed) children to Stillwater without trial most likely to await execution. Exile or years in prison, if they're fucking lucky. Jayce, a Piltovan citizen, was going to be exiled in the main timeline and the explosion didn't even kill anyone. Enforcers literally spent several episodes doing everything in their power to haul those kids to Stillwater in the main timeline when the explosion was smaller and again didn't even kill anyone AND despite knowing the explosives belonged to Jayce and were therefore most likely triggered on accident. It nearly started a war in the main timeline because of Topside's relentlessness to get four Zaunite teenagers!!! It only didn't because Silco and Marcus got involved and 3/4 of the kids were successfully arrested or killed without the wider Zaun community knowing how or why.
Unlike the main timeline, one of the few things we know for sure is that the kids were still in the building when enforcers arrived at the scene. They were too distraught to escape. So they'd have been instantly dragged off, fuck Marcus's UwU sad expression. He was an absolute pig and he hated Zaunites, he Would Not care seeing a dead teenage girl. I firmly believe he only had that look on his face because he hadn't yet realized she was from Zaun.
Now, I'd like all of you to imagine for a minute the absolute Hound of the Underground Crash-Out that would occur when Vander found out his daughter was dead and his other three children were dragged to a horrific prison. He'd break down Silco's door, gauntlets on, and immediately agree to do literally anything to get his kids back. He'd take the Shimmer like Silco wanted. He'd become a monster like Silco wanted, and Silco's original plan to use weaponized shimmer on already-terrifyingly strong people like Vander and Sevika would come to a very early fruition, at the threat of which topside would likely concede to independence talks like Silco planned in the interest of avoiding a conflict that had the potential to do them significant harm.
Treaties get signed. Zaundads gets established. Children get set free.
Day 6: Make something with beads you don’t often use
Day 7: Shapes (stars, hearts, etc.)
Day 8: Peyote stitch or Multi stitch
Day 9: Animal/Pet
Day 10: Special interest/Hyperfixation
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Day 12: Cuff or Necklace
Day 13: Movie/TV show
Day 14: Pride
Day 15: Favourite song
Day 16: Try something new!
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Day 19: Witchy
Day 20: Skeletons or Zombies
Day 21: Cringe
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Day 24: Pumpkin
Day 25: Blood or Bones
Day 26: Ghosts
Day 27: Candy
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Help I only just noticed that Vander calls Benzo "the Big Man" ("making the big man misty, are you?") and Ekko was called Little Man be cau.se he's. his ba b y o h my gOD
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