#benny blue

[mirkwoodsprinceofdoingtoomuch]

When you fall asleep for 2 hours and wake up to a video chat from your [other] favorite person. 🥰

It’s going to be a good day.

[heidydoodles]

I forgot to post this here! My Benny (on the right) with @princenothinq ‘s Benny (on the left). I loved their Benny so much I just had to draw him. He’s perfect and so is all of their art.

[ask-paradoxus-rex]

❃ + Benny

❃ - Fighting with their belt for some reason, showing off some hip/waist

They were all supposed to be going to some big fancy-schmancy party, having been invited by President Business. He wasn’t subtle in implying that he really only wanted Emmet and Wyldstyle to go, but he knew that they wouldn’t go if they couldn’t come with. 

Emmet and Lucy are already dressed and at the kitchen table when Benny comes floating through the front door, dressed in his own dark blue suit and space patterned tie. He flips his rarely seen hair from his face as Emmet grabs him by the wrist and pulls him down to the floor gently, smiling.

“You look nice, Ben!”

“So do you!” Benny looks between him and Lucy before coking an eyebrow. “Where’s Rex? Is he not going?”

“Rex is still getting ready in his room,” Lucy pipes up. “You’d think with how nothing he owns has sleeves, he’d be able to get ready faster. Sheesh.”

Emmets sneers playfully at her, before turning back to Benny. “Do you think you can go check on him?”

Benny nods and gives a mock salute, giggling a bit to himself as he floats down the hallway for Rexs door. He opens it without knocking, like usual, and has his mouth open and ready to teasingly tell Rex to hurry his ass up, but when his eyes land on the Master Breaker, his voice dies in the back of his throat.

Rex is wearing a white vest suit, a tailored one at that so it’s hugging him rather nicely in several places, and a dark blue undershirt that’s been neatly rolled up to his elbows to go with it. The tie he’s wearing the same baby blue as Emmets undershirt, making it pop against the darkness of his shirt, and his hair was slicked back into as classy of a mullet he could get.

Against his will, Bennys eyes dip to where Rexs hands are messing with his unlatched belt. In his confusion and surprise at having his door opened so suddenly, Rex had let his pants slip and Benny finds himself locking onto that small sliver of his hips he can see. 

By the Man Upstairs, his hip looked strong and Benny has to command himself not to travel his eyes lower to see if his thighs were the same. Rex has a few freckles dotting along him in patches that travel up his shirt and underneath the waistband of his boxers. Rex turns and cants his hips to the side, putting on hand on them and accidentally giving Benny an eyeful of the small peek of his V-line, which is framed perfectly by the open ends of his belt hanging limping to his front. 

“...nny! Benny!” 

Rex snaps his fingers and Benny jump back into reality, a red hot blush spreading across his face as he scrambles to look Rex in the eye.

“Somethin’ you need, man? I gotta finish getting ready.”

Benny stumbles over his words and before Rex can tell him to breathe, the spaceman slams his door closed and he’s left standing in the middle of his room. With a sigh, Rex tries adamantly to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks as he fixed his belt. 

Benny was totally staring.

[ask-paradoxus-rex]

💤 Benny

💤 - Cuddle up to my muse

Rex tenses a bit when Benny loops his hands around his neck, lacing his fingers together under his chin while he lights down so he can hook his legs over his hips. Benny rests his chin on Rexs shoulder, bumping his head against his as he spares one of his hands to stifle a yawn.

“Benny Blue, you have a bed,” Rex chides playfully, looking at him from the corner of his eye. “You’re lucky you don’t weigh anything. By the Man Upstairs, it’s like holding a couple of grapes.”

“Man, so what if I have a bed? You aren’t in it...” Benny mumbles, going lax against Rex, not even trying to stay awake to see Rex blushing up to his ears.

After a moment, Rex sighs and wills himself to relax, leaning his head against Bennys as well as he mumbles, “Just this once, Benny. Just this once.”

[ask-paradoxus-rex]

▼ benny and gcbc >;3

PG-16+ under that cut so be careful! It’s not NSFW, but it’s still gonna be under the Read More for precautionary sake. And it’s really long.

When Good Cop drags his hands up his sides with feather light touches, Rex nearly collapses, but Benny is there to catch him as his knees threaten to buckle. He’s essentially squished between the two of them, Good Cops chest right against his back with his hands on his hips and Bennys chest-to-chest with him with hands placed just above his ass. They both press against him and Rex can’t decide who he wants to look at, his eyes flickering rapidly between the two of them.

“I-I, um, I-” Rex swallows, his voice dying in his throat as he tries to figure out what to do with his hands. “Uh…”

Good Cop chuckles and Rex somehow blushes harder. “Don’t worry, buddy. We aren’t gonna hurt ya.”

“Yeah, man, relax!” Rex actually squeaks when Benny pulls him closer by his hips, rising up on his toes to whisper in his ear. “We’ve got’cha, Rexy~”

Rex feels like he’s catching fire from the head down. Good Cop steps forward and closes the small bit of space Benny made between them, readjusting his grip on Rexs hips so he’s just barely touching and knowingly driving him crazy. He leans down and rests his chin on Rexs shoulder, his lips dangerously close to his neck as he purposely sighs, smiling when Rex shudders just a little. He suppresses a noise, probably a whine from how hard he clears his throat after, which only makes both Good and Benny titter.

“Why don’t we sit down, hm?” Good Cop punctuates his sentence with a kiss to Rexs neck, not missing how he traps a groan behind his teeth.

“Great idea, since somebody’s knees are a little weak.”

Rex manages to set aside his embarrassment long enough to pout angrily at Benny, who just giggles in response. Good Cop swaps glasses for the shades hanging on his pocket, leaving Rex to deal with Bad Cop suddenly gripping his hips tighter and keeping him pressed against him as he starts to move. They walk backwards with Benny following before Bad Cop falls back onto the couch, taking Rex down right with him.

“W-Wait.” Bad Cop halts, peering at him from over his shades in a way that makes Rex nearly forget what he wants to say. “Shouldn’t I be turned the other way?”

“But then where would I sit?”

Benny lights down on Rexs lap as he says this, looping his arms around his neck and resting his knees on the couch on either side of Bad Cop thighs. Rex swallows his tongue as he hesitantly puts his hands on Bennys waist, noting how the astronaut weighed basically nothing in his grasp.

At this point, Rex has no idea what to focus on. The feeling of Bad Cops thumbs rubbing small circles into his waist, Bennys cute yet mischievous smile, Bad Cops breath on his neck, Bennys fingers tangling themselves in the tufts of hair on the back of his head. They’re both too much, yet not enough at the same time. He’s panting a bit as his grip on Benny tightens, making the astronaut let out a little “Oh!” in surprise.

“Hey, Ben.” Rexs voice wavers just a little with nervousness. “Can I kiss you?”

“Rex, come on, you don’t hafta ask.”

Rex nods shakily, his tongue swiping over his lips before he leans forward and catches Bennys with his. Benny takes over in an instant, pushing Rex back against Bad Cop as he does so. Rex can’t help but groan when he hears Bad Cops rumbling chuckle right next to his ear, low and deep as his hips twitch upward against him.

“Well, that ain’t fair,” Bad grumbles under his breath, electing instead to kiss Rexs neck if he couldn’t have actual kisses.

“Hey, Rex?” Benny asks, pulling back and leaving the poor time traveler red faced and chasing after him.

“Y-Yeah…?”

Rexs breath hitches when Benny suddenly slides forward, not only pushing their laps together but pushing his ass down against Bads crotch as well. Bad grunts through his teeth as he presses his forehead against Rexs shoulder, both of them slowly coming undone.

“Did you leave one of your raptors tennis balls in your pocket or are you just happy to see me~?”

[ask-paradoxus-rex]

▼ + reverse with benny boy

“Oh shit! Benny! Benny!”

Benny’s completely lost in the night sky, his eyes sparkling as he floats further and further from the ground. Below him is Rex, who is panicking more and more as Benny floats away. He chews at his lip and pulls at his hair, unable to jump high enough to grab him, but his eye suddenly light up, realization dawning on him.

“Ugh, hope nobody gets pissed about a new divot…”

Lightning crackles around Rexs hands before he kicks off the ground, denting the ground and launching straight up into the air. He cuts his magic before he grabs Benny, hooking his legs on the others hips and holding onto the back of his spacesuit. He swings himself around, purposefully hitching his weight heavily against Benny as he blocks his view of the sky.

“BENJAMIN!”

“HUH??”

Benny snaps back to reality in an instant, yelping and scrambling to cling to Rex to keep him from falling. He grips his vest near his lower back and raises his legs, fitting Rex in his lap to give him a more stable perch. He holds him close as he looks down, carefully lighting back down to the ground. Benny plops down on his ass once they’re on the ground, immediately firing off apology after apology.

“Hey! HEY!” Benny shuts it, biting his tongue. “It’s fine, Blue, honest. I was more worried about you flying away.”

Benny takes a few breaths and fans himself, calming down. He shakily anchors his hands on Rexs hips and breathes deeply, smiling warily up at him. Rex settles against him, pressing all his weight down in Bennys lap to help ground him more. 

“I gotcha, Blue.”

“Thanks…”

[ask-paradoxus-rex]

▼ + Benny

When Rex is pulled from his thoughts, it’s by a yawn from Benny floating lazily above him. The items he collected, his laptop, various mechanical parts, a few booklets drift along with him, like drunken stars. Rex smiles gently and pulls out an earbud, whistling sharply to catch the attention of the sleepy astronaut.

“Whuzzat?” Benny slurs, turning his tired attention to Rex. “Y..Yeah?”

“Tired, space boy?”

Benny makes a noise, wrapping his arms around himself instead of really answering. Rex chuckles under his breath and stands up on the couch, grabbing the floating items and making sure they all touch some kind of surface so their connection to Benny is cut and they all stay down. He eventually jumps up and nabs Benny around the waist, both of them lighting down slowly to the couch.

Benny squirms a bit in Rexs grasp, but eventually settles once he falls into his lap. He blinks awake for a moment, looking up at Rex and smiling, before he nuzzles his cheek against his chest and makes himself comfortable in his lap.

“Wake me up in 15, okay?”

“Alright, Benny.”

Benny shifts a bit more, restless even when sleepy it seems, but he eventually finds a comfortable position in the form of his knees on either side of Rex, his arms looped around his neck, and his face pressed right against his pecs. For anyone else, this would be extremely uncomfortable, but Benny is out like a light, snoring against the other in a matter of seconds. Rex bites his lip for a moment before he just sighs and puts a hand on Bennys back, turning back to his phone to set a timer for 15 minutes.

[askgcbc]

Have you met Benny? Like tried to catch him before? If so what happened?

Our first meeting with Mr. Blue, a flying-port squadron of Octan-bots apprehended the criminal and brought him in for questioning. The lad... wouldn't stop talking about spaceships- flying, maneuvering, building... But, once we brought up his friends, you could never see a man so serious.

(He did end up escaping- it turns out, he knew our 80's-something melting chamber technology like the back of his hand! Some parts are still under reconstruction, I believe :] )