everything under the stars is in your arms (benxgally dancer au)
For @mazerunnerbang I was matched with @kathsilver‘s prompt for a benally dancer AU, which was an absolute joy to write for. Ben x Gally is a rare pair that needs more loving! You can listen to her spotify playlist here
Read the fic here on AO3
Enjoy and SPREAD THE BEN X GALLY LOVE!
Bonus: This is absolutely the vibe Ben and Gally had in The Glade don’t even argue with me they’re a power couple an absolute unit
One of Minho's more underrated quotes, and I just felt like pointing out the parallels here.
Both Newt and Minho break the second rule - never harm another Glader - as Ben and Alby get stung.
They hit the other over the head to incapacitate them, it is necessary to keep them from hurting themselves and others, and both Minho and Newt know that and don't hesitate to act.
What's interesting though, is that Ben is Minho's running partner, and Alby's Newt's best friend - Minho and Newt had to take out the respective other's companion.
And that shot in WICKED HQ had no link to that until Wes Ball revealed the two corpses the two of them are looking at are actually Alby and Ben.
The message is clear: they have failed in trying to save their friends, despite their best efforts. Only the two of them are left, to take care of each other, to get each other to safety.
And Minho doesn't know it yet, but he'll fail there as well.
so apparently ben smut is rare but ive wrote it before? anyways ill toss it under the cut for length reasons but ben smut is great
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Warning: smutty. You’re welcome
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You struggle under the weight of your boyfriend, trying to throw his body off of yours, causing him to erupt into laughter that vibrates even your own body. It’s not even that you’re weak, he’s just huge! He could probably take down a whole Griever by himself, or, at least you like to think he’s that strong sometimes. You don’t stop trying, pushing your hands on his chest and trying to use your legs, but you get no give from his body, starting to yell that you’re going to tell Alby that he’s smothering you again.
“It’s still adorable that you think you can push me off.” Ben mocks, using his arms to hold himself up over you, body caged under his.
“Call me adorable one more time and I’ll shove my sneaker so far up your ass, you’ll taste maze dust for months.” You groan, using a hand to fix your hair out of your face. At this point, your face is red, not that you’re embarrassed, but that Ben does weigh enough to make it hurt when he sits on you.
“Aw, that’s adorable.” He coos, staring down at you, a grin on his face.
You quickly move to kick him, but he lowers his bottom half to the ground, pinning your body under him again. “Fuck you.” You frown, grabbing his face with your hands, pulling at his cheeks.
He shakes his head and holds it higher, watching you put your arms over your chest. “How hard?” He questions, pressing a kiss to your jaw bone.
“As hard as your shanky butt can.” You try not to laugh, feeling him plant small kisses along your face, causing you to have to squeeze your eyes closed.
And then Ben is on his feet, sweeping you up into his arms as he turns to find someplace to take you. The problem with the glade is the lack of privacy, the only problem you’ve only run into. You hear him whine to himself, looking around. People in the homestead, people gathering for dinner, nowhere to go. Unless…
Quickly to wiggle free from Bens grip, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the Runners hut, getting the crudely (well it was the best for what you were living with) made door shut as much as you could. “We’re going to get caught.” Ben hisses at you, watching you already yank off your shorts and fold them nicely.
“The only person out there who’d come in here now is…Minho.” You explain, waving a hand at him as you set your shorts down and approach him.
He’s on you in a second, pulling you close and kissing you, teeth hitting teeth. His body is warm, so much like you, but his is different, it feels nice. Your hands find his shirt, separating for only a second to rip it off of his body, tossing it at your feet. He’s back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You anchor a leg, small in comparison to his, in-between his legs and rub up, earning a moan through the kiss, hands moving from waist to ass and giving a squeeze. Ah yes, just the way you liked it.
He pulls away, stuffing his head between your neck and shoulder. “If we get caught, oh man Y/n this is so against all the rules.” He huffs, licking your neck.
"Dating isn’t against the rules." You breathe out, putting a hand on his hair, fingers tightening around it.
“This is.” He reminded, rubbing his hips with yours slowly, earning a groan from the both of you.
You yank his head away hard and look him dead in the eyes, the corners if your mouth turning upwards. “Pants off now, don’t wanna get caught do we?” You tease, watching Ben slide his pants off and slide his boxers down. “You know what happens to boys who get caught right?” You hum, letting your voice hit a seductive tone as you pull your panties off.
"Tell me again, humour me." He echoes your tone, pulling your bodies close before letting your body push onto the wall.
Legs lock eagerly around his waist and he just grins into your skin, making you shudder. He’s inside of you in moments, starting to pace himself.
"They-They have to- Holy hellllllll, Ben.” You moan, gripping his shoulders as he fucks you into the wall. It feels like what you imagine it must be like to never be sad or empty, Ben inside of you.
"I have that effect on girls." He groans cockily into the air, you dig your heels into his sides. "Ow." Resonates from his lips, head smashing into yours.
"Be careful doofus, I bet I’m the only shuck girl who’s ever given you the time of day."
"Oh fuck you.”
Silence.
You fight the urge to laugh, it slips out anyways masked with moans and half parts of his name. “You kind of are." You snicker quietly, cut off by a hard thrust.
"True." He adds to your reply, angling himself differently now.
The two of you moan and groan for what feels like forever until you hit your orgasm and he hits his, panting heavily.
"So I take it I can do it pretty hard.”
The only groan to leave your mouth is one of pure agitation.
