i swear to god I found this blog on accident scrolling the tucson tag but you have exactly the same interests as someone I volunteer with?????? lmk if you’re letterboxd mutuals with someone who’s weird abt the saw franchise bc that is very possibly me?????? sorry if this is overstepping but i need to know if it’s just a weird coincidence or if I know you irl
OH FUCK MADS IS THAT YOU?!? YES I DO KNOW YOU. OMG PLEASE DONT LOOK AT MY FREAKY SHIT ON MY ACCOUNT OH GOD. BRO THIS IS CRAZYYYY
AND WHAT?!? WHAT TUCSON TAG GANG IM A WEE BIT CONFUZZLED
Warnings: I found this buried in my drafts, slightly nsfw.
Synopsis: you have a secret relationship with Benny
His body is heavenly, a canvas for you to mark up how you want behind locked doors and under sheets. His voice is yours alone to hear at night, singing your praises as he touches you, calloused, broken hands running over every inch of your skin he can find. Benny isn't in love, but he sure is close to it. Or maybe it's just lust. Lust for your body, your fingers in his hair, nails scratching down his back. God, he wants you to feel powerful waves of pleasure. Ones strong enough for you to dig your nails into him and leave scars.
He wants to be unforgettable to you. He wants to know he's the best you've ever had while you're wrapped around him, helpless under his touch. Benny isn't in love, but he adores the way you call out his name, damn near scream it. Benny, Benny, Benny. The sound of you makes his eyes roll back. Benny wants to take his time, be precise. He wants to break you and put you back together. He wants to go deeper and deeper, as hard and fast as he can, too. He wants you in every way possible.
You might be in love. The way he pins you to the bed, towers above you, and lays below you. The way you can feel him even when he's miles away from how good he's had you days before. The look of him on his knees, bowed down to you like a servant to a queen, treating you just so. The way he seems to enjoy it, revealing in the ways he can make you yelp, moan and scream. His tongue, so skilled as it runs over you in ways you never thought it could.
"D'you think we should stop?" Your words comes softly one morning, the sun only just peeking through the curtains as you find your cheek pressed to Benny's chest. Last night had been one of the best you'd ever had, each time you tangle with each other a new chance to learn a bit more about what makes the other tick.
"No," Benny's voice is a rough, early morning growl. "maybe. Probably." he doesn't want to stop taking these moments with you, but god you've been close to getting caught so many times. Johnny kept your secret well enough, and only because he loves Benny more than his own damn kids. But if anyone else knew what you were doing here, if your brother found out, you don't know what would happen.
The entire club had made a promise when you first showed up, not to lay a hand on you. No one was to touch you, love you, want you. It became one of the only rules the boys all followed, and you feared if the others found out Benny broke that rule all hell would break loose. You worried they might think you 'easy' or a slut. That they could have you just because Benny got his chance. And Benny was kept up at night with those same thoughts, but for more selfish reasons. He has never wanted something to be just his so badly. But you, oh he wants your body in his hands only.
Benny's fingers run over your bare shoulder, down your arm. "You wanna stop?"
There's a beat of quiet, then you sigh, "No."
"Good." Benny almost sounds relieved, like he wouldn't have known what to do had you answered differently. "Need you keeping me company at night, yeah?" It's not really a question, but you answer anyway.
"Yeah." You want his company all the time, but you don't say it. He knows.
But still, he doesn't mention it. He kisses the top of your head and stares at the blank ceiling above him. And so do you. Maybe next time it will be different. Maybe next time you'll stop.
Two things can both be true: 1. Ethel Cain is the target of a smear campaign. Which is wrong. 2. People are allowed to be mad and even dislike her over things she's done in the past. You can condemn harassment without defending her actions or telling others how to feel.
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