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kiyoomology · 2 years

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glimpse of us ☆ ben hargreeves

genre: angst, no comfort no fluff warnings: HEAVY discussions of death and grief, also reader is at a therapist for 90% of this summary: you talk to someone about how to stop grieving ben. notes: i heard the new joji song and it spurred me to write this i apologize in advance

“have you seen someone for these problems before?”

“no.”

the woman in front of you continued typing on her laptop, muttering something you couldn’t make out.

“how old were you when this happened?”

“sixteen.”

“and you never saw someone until now?”

“no.”

you felt like the conversation was going nowhere, the clock ticking on the wall and the doctor’s loud typing irritating you beyond belief.

“tell me about it.”

you were somewhat startled by the sudden question. how could you begin to explain the years of anguish and grief that had built in your heart?

“like…how it happened? or how he died, or-“

“just anything. all of it.”

you didn’t know how to put it into words. you weren’t sure you could remember it at all.

“it’s gotten foggier as i’ve gotten older. but i remember his sister calling me, bawling her eyes out.” you started, a familiar lump forming in your throat as you recounted the worst night of your life. “she…she told he died while trying to help someone.”

“i didn’t get to go to the funeral. his dad wouldn’t let me.”

a noise of surprise came from her throat at that statement, but she made no move to add anything.

“they- his sister, and his brothers, they snuck me to his grave, which was on their property. they had a…statue, and a grave, with his name and picture on it.” your voice broke as the memory of seeing ben’s memorial burned in your mind, and you felt a tear slide down your cheek.

“i didn’t do anything. i don’t think i cried. i just stared.”

you stared at the woman expectantly, ignoring the tears that were pouring down your cheeks.

“do you still talk to his sister and brothers?”

“no. they have enough issues, they don’t need me piling my things on top of them.”

she began typing at your words, and you internally cringed at how stupid the words sounded.

“if you were close, you wouldn’t be a burden.”

“okay.”

silence blanketed the room as you tried to muffle the sniffles that were slipping from your mouth.

“do you still think about him?”

of course you thought about him.

you thought about him in the morning, and at night. when you had a particularly sweet glass of lemonade. when you laughed so hard your sides hurt. when the sunset was so mesmerizing it took your breath away. when you had moments of silence where you could take in life.

you thought of him every time.

“yeah. all the time.”

“you’ve never had the time to grieve for him, that’s for sure. have you thought about reaching out to his siblings again?”

yes you had. the problem was, you had no idea where to start. allison was a famous actress, who probably didn’t remember you. viktor had written his book and disappeared. and as for klaus, luther, and diego, you had no idea where to start.

“it…would be extremely hard to contact them. i think it’d be easier if i stayed away from them.”

“but you could see his memorial again if you reconciled with them, yes?”

a noise of frustration almost slipped from your lips, but you pushed it down.

“yeah. i guess so.”

“it’s just something to consider.” she said softly, and you nodded curtly, clenching your fists at your side discreetly.

“as for the pain that you’re carrying currently.”

you looked up at the woman, hoping that there would be some magic cure to forget about ben.

“you never got to say goodbye to him. you didn’t get to go to his funeral. you never got closure. this is something that’s been weighing heavily on you for about fourteen years, and that pain won’t be easy to undo.”

“so it’s pointless?”

“not at all. i said it wouldn’t be easy, not that it would be impossible.”

“that’s a relief.”

the session wrapped up quickly after that, and you made your way home posthaste.

although, it became apparent that your brain had other plans, as you ended up outside of the umbrella academy.

it was just how you remembered it. tall, looking over the street with a sense of eeriness and despair.

so many wretched things had happened there that you couldn’t ever look at it in a normal light again.

to your shock, the door of the academy opened, and your eyes widened as allison exited.

“allison?”

she looked up, recognition crossing her features as her jaw dropped.

“hi honey, it’s been so long! how are you?” she exclaimed, descending the stairs and opening the large metal gate to meet you.

“i’m good,” you lied. “how are you?“

it suddenly crossed your mind that reginald had died yesterday, and you felt heat rise to your face at the comment.

“i’m sorry, that was rude. is everyone handling it okay?”

“as best as we can, yes.”

you nodded, both of you sharing a small smile before an inkling of an idea presented itself.

“i’m sure you don’t use your powers much, and if you say no, i’ll understand. but can i ask you to do something for me?”

she furrowed her brows, letting out a small chuckle.

“i’ll tell ya what- you were my favorite honorary sibling. so i’ll do whatever i can, within reason.”

she was smiling, but tears had begun to pool in your eyes once again.

“can you make me forget about ben?”

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potatopfft · 2 years

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I was thinking…. You’re one of the cast of Umbrella academy, They love you and you love them. You’re a family, but they ship you with you co-star Justin H min! Who played Ben Hargreeves!

Imagine them shipping you with him because the two of you have chemistry. Both love books, movies, ranch- and hey! Maybe the both of you love to eat oranges too with it’s peel on. 🤷‍♀️ but srsly who does that-

The actors sensing the chemistry of the two of you and will absolutely tease you in and off camera. Every interview David Castañeda (Diego’s actor) love to teas Justin so much he’s always red in interviews.

Emmy Lampman (Allison’s actor) hyping you up and boosting your confidence so that you’ll be able to give Justin’s clues that you like him!

Or Emmy, Diego & Ritu (Lila’s actor) teaming up to make a very good plan that will make the two of you confessed to each other, not knowing The two of you; Justin and you, are already dating for 2 weeks-.

There you go champs! Just thoughts- auakjs but I would absolutely love to write this!💕 but prolly not right now hehe, I just need to let this thoughts out or I’ll go insane

Thank you for your consideration! I’ll try to write drafts for this fanfic immediately! Thank you💕

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mayfieldss · 2 years

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god ur writings are just everything. would you be willing to write a ben hargreeves x reader where the apocalypse is happening (shocking truly ik) and bens only concern is making sure that he and the reader both survive it together? with the ben of your choosing!

AN: I love this request so much! I chose Umbrella!Ben bc he's the loml, I hope you don't mind. I also didn't know if you wanted him to be alive or not so this is Ghost!Ben with a twist.

Promises - Ben Hargreeves

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual references, angst, fluff.

Ben had always loved you; he couldn't remember a time when you hadn't held residence in his mind. Klaus had introduced the two of you—sadly after Bens passing—and somehow, under some miracle, you had been able to see and talk to him. Perhaps that was why Klaus had brought you together in the first place. Maybe he had known all along.

You'd bonded with Klaus as well, mainly for the purpose of pulling pranks on Ben—pranks of which never worked, considering the ghost boy always knew what you were up to.

Your bond with Ben, however, was something different. He was head over heels for you, and not only because you were the only other person besides Klaus that could see him. He found himself enjoying your company more than he had anyone else's, indulging in your laughs and smiles, as if they were a delicacy.

When Five announced the apocalypse, there was no laughing, or happiness of any kind. As one would expect when the world was ending, deep depressions settled over everyone that knew of what was to become of the world. You'd gone home as soon as Five let the news loose, wanting some space to clear your head away from the umbrella academy heroes. Ben had followed you, leaving Klaus unattended, not that he would listen to Ben's warnings if he stayed.

"Look, Y/N" Ben appeared by your side as you collapsed onto your couch, head in your hands. "We're gonna make it out of this". Ben wasn't sure of his statement but spoke it anyway needing something comforting to say to you.

"You can't be sure of that Ben" Your head still sat in your hands and Ben wanted desperately for you to look at him. Then he could see your face, scan all your features so he would remember every detail of you no matter what happened.

After a moment he brought himself to speak, "I won't let anything happen to you, okay?".

You turned to him then, lifting your head from your hands but not in the way Ben had hoped. You were hopelessly upset, and Ben could tell well before you spoke. "But you're dead Ben, and I'm no hero. I'm just human, normal, average. I can't save us".

You seemed to notice where you'd gone wrong as soon as the words left your lips, having brought up the death of Ben in a conversation that was meant to be built on reassurance. "Ben I'm so sorry, that came out wrong-" Ben stopped you, smiling the despite the harsh truth. "It's okay".

You shook your head, placing your face in your hands once again "No, it's not, that was mean. I'm sorry".

Being a ghost was difficult, specifically when Ben wanted to reassure you. "Look Y/N, it's just the apocalypse, it's not like it's the end of the world".

You laughed at that, and Ben loved the sound. If he could, he would listen to it on repeat, put it on a record and never stop the turntable.

"Technically it is the end of the world" You were looking at him, the smile that he loved threatening to spill, though your eyes were brimmed with tears. Death was inevitable, you just didn't think it would come for you this soon.

"You promise we'll be okay?" Your question was a commitment impossible to keep but Ben nodded, wanting more than anything to put his arm around you.

"Yeah, I promise".

A few days passed and you had pulled yourself together enough to think about things other than your impending demise for a few minutes, before of course falling into a pit of sadness, anger, and frustration once again. Ben's promise did nothing to ease your mind, and you knew it never would. There was no saving you, or anyone. Maybe being okay meant being with him in the afterlife. You sure as hell found yourself heading there.

"You're thinking about death again, aren't you?" The voice of Klaus interrupted your thoughts, cheerful despite it all.

"Of course I am Klaus, it’s my future and it awaits me". You sent him a venomous smile, though you wanted to stop yourself from doing so. Klaus had done nothing wrong, but you couldn't stop your harsh comments, having turned into a pessimist over the last few days.

"Hey, it’s time to be happy! Five has a plan" He drew out the name of his brother, as if mention of the grumpy being would ease your mind.

"What is this plan exactly Klaus?"

"Well, I wasn't really listening, but I'm sure Five could tell you if you go talk to him" Klaus claps his hands together and you roll your eyes. As if it was easy to talk to Five. As you weren't one of his superpowered siblings, the boy wouldn't even lend you a glance.

"You know what Klaus? When the world is in fact not at its end, I'll be happy, but for now I wish to sit and bathe in everything I'm about to lose. My life for example" You stand as you speak, Klaus moving to take your spot on the loveseat in your living room. He'd always loved the spot and makes himself comfortable quickly.

It's then you see Ben standing in the doorway, arms folded like usual.

"Quite an impressive stance you have there Benerino, is there someone you're trying to impress?" Klaus teases Ben with a grin, having known about his crush on you since it started.

"He hasn't got anyone to impress" You wave the comment off, though you smile at Ben as you move past him to the kitchen.

"Ohh, I'm sure you are well worth impressing Y/N" Klaus continues and Ben hisses at him before moving into the kitchen after you. His brother could drive him into the grave if he wasn't already dead.

"Y/N, I know you're sick of hearing this but it's gonna be okay"

"Oh yeah, because Five's got a plan, right?" You spin to face him, though it's not anger in your eyes, it's fear.

It makes Ben ache, the thought that you are deathly afraid of, well, death. He doesn't want you to die either, knowing you have so much more to do with your life, a thousand things that he couldn't do with his own. He also knows there is a chance he won't see you again, even if you join the afterlife. To him that's too much to risk.

It's then that—if it wasn't already before—making sure you both survive the end of the world becomes Ben's top priority. He knows it's not a realistic hope to have that the both of you will survive, but Ben doesn't care. He wants you to live so he can haunt you forever.

The way Ben goes about this is through Klaus.

"Go, tell him what I said!".

Klaus looks at him with something of a frown, though, it's difficult to tell. "You go and tell him Ben, don't bully me into doing your ghostly dirty work".

Ben groans loudly, only for the ears of Klaus to hear. "That's exactly the point Klaus, I can't talk to him, I'm dead. But I can talk to you and you," Ben gestures toward the short yet old man just a few feet away, "can talk to him".

Klaus considers this, placing a finger to his lips in thought. Then he glances to Five who was currently, scolding Luther for "being a useless lump of clay". Klaus shakes his head "Nope, not talking to teenage grandpa".

He struts away then, as if he can escape Ben's pestering, instantly being followed by said boy. "Klaus, I'm begging you".

Klaus keeps walking, not sparing a glance to his brother "I only like begging in the bedroom little bro, and from people who are not you".

"Okay ew," Ben stops in his tracks at the words but continues to speak despite Klaus blocking his ears like a child. "Klaus, I want to save Y/N, and I know you do too".

Klaus pauses then, turns still with his hands covering his ears "You're so in love with them, aren't you?". Ben goes to respond, deny the statement, or perhaps confirm it, but he doesn't even have the chance to think about it before Klaus continues. "I mean, I knew you liked them, a lot, but you my brother, have caught the lovebug".

"The lovebug?" Ben folds his arms, defensive. He knows what Klaus says is true, always has been. He admitted such a fact to himself long ago, but his stubbornness sticks like a glue in not admitting it aloud.

"Ben, Ben, Ben. You are in love". Klaus comes over then, smug smile on his lips and arms extended in a hug like fashion, though, he would go straight through his brother if he tried.

Ben decides upon not saying a thing, a simple eye roll coming as his only response to the tease. This only fires up Klaus more, the man jumping up and down on the balls of his feet. "I think you should tell them".

"What?".

"I, your brother, think that you Ben Hargreeves should admit your feelings for Y/N" There's a pause and Klaus leans in closer "Before it's too late".

Ben thought over Klaus's words carefully and decided upon one thing. He would tell you how he felt, but not because it was the end of the world, and not before it was too late. He was getting the both of you out of this apocalypse in one piece, even if it cost him everything. There would be no 'too late'.

Currently Ben stood in your living room, trying to convince himself that his feelings were worth sharing, that above everything they were better than a goodbye, that they wouldn't push you away. It was too late to back out now, and if he did Klaus would most likely throw him under the bus later, spilling the beans like he always did with every secret he held.

It was then that you entered your house, jumping at the sight of Ben, pacing within your place like an anxious puppy.

"Jesus Ben!" You held a hand to your chest, backpack gripped in the other as you kicked the door closed. "What are you doing here?".

Ben froze for a second at the sight of you, the best person he'd ever known, whether he'd been alive in his time of knowing you or not. He ran over the words he was to say in his head. "I wanted to tell you something". It wasn't how he'd intended to start the conversation, but it would have to do.

"What'd you want to tell me?" You have your back to Ben now, placing your backpack on the kitchen bench and pulling out various food items. Ben counts two boxes of microwave rice risotto and a block of cheese before he loses focus. Ben can't bring himself to confess when he doesn't know if you're truly listening. If he's going to do this, he wants your full attention, and by the looks of it he's going to have to take it.

He moves quickly taking your hand just before you can grab anything else from your bag of wonders, and it's then that you turn to him, eyes sinking into his. You hold a frown, creases in your brows that Ben wants to smooth out with the pad of his thumb.

"I want to tell you something important-"

Ben is cut off as your gaze shifts from his eyes to his hand, still holding your own. "Ben," Your voice is full of confusion, "you're touching me".

It's then that the feeling of your skin on his registers in his mind, and his mind seems to blur with the contact, something he hadn't felt in so long.

"Is this what you wanted to tell me?" Your voice is quiet, still staring down at that of the skin on skin contact. Ben's staring at it too, your hands intertwined, and somehow a laugh escapes him.

"No, what I wanted to tell you was different. So different".

You manage to pull your eyes away from your hands, though, it had been hard, to look at Ben's face, scanning him for answers. Answers that he didn't have, that was, if you were looking for something to explain the contact.

"What were you going to tell me?" You’re looking into his eyes now, and he can tell that you want to reach out, see if your hand won't just go straight through him, but you don't.

Ben is quiet for a moment, afraid that if he lets go of your hand now, he will never be able to hold it again. Then he finds it in himself to speak. "I wanted to tell you how much I care about you" Ben stops closing his eyes tightly as he wills the right words to come to mind. As much as he hates to admit it, he's thinking of what Klaus would do. When he opens them again, you're looking at him with deep concern. "Ben?". The way you say his name drives him crazy, somehow pushing him forward, giving him the strength to confess.

"I care about you, in more than a friend way". He can't bring himself to say that four letter word. He wants to tell you that after you both survive this. After the two of you make it out alive, flipping off the end of the world with grins on your faces.

When the words leave his lips, you stare at him with something he can't understand, he feels you squeeze his hand and then you let go, and Ben's heart sinks at never being able to touch you again. And then you hug him. You hug him, bringing him close to you, arms around his neck and smiling into his shoulder. Ben is stunned at first, head spinning at having you this close, before he wraps his arms around you, trying to push back tears of relief.

It takes a long time for the both of you to pull away, and when you do Ben makes sure to keep his hand intertwined with yours. He doesn't want your touch to disappear just yet.

"I always keep my promises". His voice is soft, quiet, and you find yourself moving in closer, though you can hear him just fine. You say nothing, and you don't need to say anything. "I promised you that we would make it out of this, that we would survive whatever the fuck this apocalypse is. I'm keeping that promise, okay?".

All you do is nod, but there are tears in your eyes and you're smiling. Really smiling. Ben allows himself to do the same, and somehow that makes everything better. He knows that you'll survive this, together.

AN: another Disney channel ending to add to the books!

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY TAGLIST: @thelaststraw3

BEN HARGREEVES TAGLIST: ??

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darling-sometimes-i-wonder · 2 years

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Home || Sparrow Ben Hargreeves

Summary: Ben isn’t the same Ben you once knew. And it sucks.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of death

A/N: reader has the power of premonition (seeing the future). Let me know if you want a part two! Requests open.

Your hands flew to your mouth as Ben(?) punched Klaus, sending him flying. Shock was on all of your family's faces, yours included.

I can't believe he just did that

"You didn't have to do that," Luther said angrily, taking a step forward.

"Oh I think I did," Ben retorted with venom in his voice.

Arguments broke out everywhere with everyone talking at once but all you could do was stare. Ben. In the flesh. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. Your heart ached, and you felt a little dizzy. So many emotions at once were resurfacing; grief, excitement, disbelief, anger. They all coursed through your veins making your heart race. Probably feeling you staring at him, he suddenly halted in slinging insults and turned his head towards you. You made eye contact and just looked at each other. You honest to God couldn't stop staring.

Before you could react your eyes glazed over and you saw a flash of Luther getting his ass beat by the Sparrow’s leader, getting stomped in the chest. You gasped, snapping back into it just as Luther swung, missing, and then getting punched in the gut.

All hell broke loose as he flew backwards and knocked into Klaus, their leader charging forward to continue to do some damage. Your head swiveled around as your family and theirs took off into all directions.

Ben was still looking at you, having not moved an inch.

Before you could say anything to your best friend- who wasn’t your best friend anymore-your mind warned you of his next move. Tentacles shot out of his chest in your direction, which you ducked under just in time. You saw vision after vision of him coming at you, making you jump out of the way each time.

"I don't want to fight you!" You screamed, clear flashes of his next move clouding your mind briefly. You leaped out of the way as his tentacle shot outwards towards you once again.

A sadistic smile took over his face, masking the frustration he felt at you ducking and dodging his every move.

"Well we don't always get what we want, now do we?"

With that he lunged forward, attempting to get to you with his physical strength rather than his powers. As usual you anticipated his move, and sprung out of the way of his strong hands.

You were tired; the last 20 days had been the longest of your life. And now here you were, being told your home wasn't your home, fighting your dead best friend to what seemed to be the death.

Ben stopped moving to stare at you; only for a second. You tried not to breathe too heavy, not wanting to indicate your lack of energy.

Ben's face, while still handsome, was stone cold. Nothing like the Ben you knew; nothing like the Ben you loved, and missed terribly. You lost him not once, but again a second time when he saved Viktor.

Your eyes softened. His face was thinner, more mature now. And he had a long scar running on the side of his cheek.

He had a lean, muscular body that was emphasized by his clothes (which were something your Ben would never wear). His eyes didn’t hold the same gentleness to them; they were steely, angry. Arrogant. These thoughts all came flooding in at once, and you lost focus briefly. That was enough time for him to lunge forward and grab you tightly by your shoulders, shoving your back against the wall.

"Who are you?" he seethed, his face stricken in anger as he glared into your eyes.

"Y/N," you said confidently but on the inside you were terrified, knowing your fighting skills were subpar to his. You hadn't anticipated getting caught, and now you couldn't get free.

"Y/N," he repeated harshly, and you nodded. You stared into each other's eyes; you couldn't decipher what his deal was, how he was truly feeling. He was a guarded man now, and he wasn't about to let any emotion slip past this hard facade. "Get the hell out of my house."

"It's my house too," you argued and he looked at you in disbelief. "It was my house first."

"Even if that was true, it's not your home anymore. Get. The hell. Out."

His iron grip was still on your shoulders. You sighed, closing your eyes. This was not the Ben you knew. Tears welled up in your eyes and you opened them, willing the tears not to spill over. You couldn't even wipe them away because your hands were still pinned to your side.

"Aw, now you're crying?" he taunted, but his voice sounded almost unsure. "Can't handle having your ass beat?"

"I miss the old you," you said. "I hate the new you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Another Ben existed in my timeline, asshole. A better one."

"So then where is he? If he’s so much better?" he inquired, and you gulped.

"Dead."

His grip on you loosened but you stayed put, gauging his reaction. Despite what you said you couldn't help but feel some type of way towards him. He was still Ben, even if his attitude had changed. He was just a product of his environment, and Lord knows Reginald wasn't one to nurture.

Your eyes didn't leave his face.

"Dead?"

You nodded slowly. All of a sudden he released you, dropping your arms like they were hot coal.

"And why should I believe you?"

"Because I care about you," you said, voice cracking. "Even now."

He stayed quiet, unmoving.

"Y/N?" it was Klaus.

You both looked over to see him staring at the two of you in confusion, probably wondering why you were so close, not fighting like the rest.

A tentacle shot out and snatched him up before anyone could do anything.

You attempted to punch Ben, all feelings aside, but instead he blocked you, holding you off with one of his strong arms.

"Let him go!" You yelled as he waved your brother around mid air, squeezing him tightly.

"See, we're hugging," Klaus wheezed out. "This is the first step."

Diego came flying off of the balcony and landed in the center of the room, taking in the scene. Without hesitation he threw one of his knives at Ben, sticking him right in the tentacle. Ben gasped out in pain and dropped Klaus, his tentacles retreating back into his stomach. You were still standing next to him, having stopped fighting against him when Diego arrived.

Diego helped Klaus up, making sure he was steady before marching over to you. You snapped out of it, allowing Diego to pull you away from Ben and towards the door that Klaus was limping towards. You looked over your shoulder, not getting any more visions of Ben attacking. Instead he stood there, watching you go. He didn’t do anything.

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy imagines #the sparrow academy #the sparrow academy imagines #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves imagines #tua season 3 #tua #tua imagine

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stiingrayyyy · 2 years

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Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Being Reginald Hargreeves's child isn't easy. Constant training, missions left and right, it all seems endless and you'd never have a normal childhood. His children have several ways of coping.

Klaus sneaks out of the house to go to parties, intoxicating himself with liquor and weed.

Luther and Allison, they spend too much time together to forget and run away from responsibilities.

Viktor, he plays violin because he was convinced he was ordinary, powerless and different from his siblings. He knew he was different. He didn’t understand why Reginald wanted him in the family if all he got was neglect.

Diego tries to divert his attention from his family life in every way he can. He needs action and something to occupy his mind. He needs praise and validation to boost his ego.

Ben creates art.

Ever since that day at the cafe, the person he met wouldn't leave his mind. He dedicated all of his free time to a new work of art. The inspiration was you.

that’s a clip of what i’ve written. later on will include angst and character death.

read the oneshot here.

notes: the hargreeves siblings and y/n are teenagers, umbrella!ben. pronouns for y/n not chosen yet, someone help me choose ♡

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ajkesiah · 2 years

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Ben Hargreeves x fem! reader

Ben is alive in this story and is 1-2 years older than reader (or the same age), reader is 19-20 in this story. (Or you can choose whatever age you want) and this is not edited so there will be lots of mistakes.

Y/n's pov:

I plopped down on my bed as I sighed heavily. My mom just yelled at me and started an argument and now I'm grounded, she took my phone and ugh I just hate this. I grabbed my laptop and sat up against the wall side of my bed. I logged in my account and went on my messages. Since I can't use my phone I'm using my laptop to talk to Ben, my best friend.

"hey ben, got grounded again 🙄. I'm using my laptop to talk to you rn but can we hang out? like maybe go to Griddys?" I typed and sent the message.

A few minutes later I got a notification

"hey y/n! Sorry, I was talking to klaus but of course, I can pick you up in 10 minutes?" Ben replied

"okay, see you 😋" I closed my laptop and changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt/hoodie. (or wtv you wanna wear)

I tried my hair and checked the time and went outside to see Ben in the driveway, waving. I walked up to the car and opened the door to the passengers seat.

"hey y/n, what's up?" Ben asked at he pulled out of the driveway and drove to Griddys.

"nothing, just stressed really," I put both of my legs up so my knees up to my head and I crossed my arms over them as I leaned closer to the window.

"oh okay" he replied.

I closed my eyes and took a quick minute nap until the silence got interrupted by ben, "we're here" ben told me. "mk" I mumbled and got out of the car as Ben did. Ben opened the door for me as I walked in before him.

Ben and I sat down at the chairs in the front. I sighed as I put my arm out and rested my head on my palm. Agnes walked up to us, "the usual?" She asked since Ben and I come here alot. "Yep" Ben replied while we both nodded our heads. Agnes walked away to get us our donuts and a drink.

"So, what exactly happened?" Ben asked me as I sighed and turned my head towards him and put it down in my arms.

"My mom started yelling at me because I'm lazy, always on my phone, laptop etc, and then she started this whole argument and I 'talked back' when I didn't even talk back! And then she took my phone away again!" I rolled my eyes and paused as I sat up and faced him. "Oh! And I even responded in a nice tone, I didn't even raise my voice! Ughhh" I groaned as I ran my hands through my hair.

Agnes put our food in front of us and we thanked her.

"Damn y/n, you need to move out or something, you're an adult now, you can choose whatever you want." Ben mentioned to me.

"hm whatever" I said while chewing my donut.

(JELLY POWDERED DONUTS OMG 😍)

(Time skip)

After talking and eating, Ben and I were walking out of Griddy's to his car.

"can I move in with you guys?" I asked while looking at Ben.

"Of course, I'm sure the others will love for you to move in." Ben told me.

"okay" I chuckled as we both got in the car. (IDK TO LAUGH OR NOT IDK JUST SAY YOUR SENTENCES HOWEVER YOU WANT, IM AWKWARD)

I crossed my legs in my seat and and closed my eyes. "Can we go to my house really quick to pack my bags?" I opened my eyes and looked at Ben. "So soon? Sure, I'll text the others" Ben told me. "okay" I pulled out my phone and scrolled through tiktok. We arrived at my house and I took out my keys and opened the door. My mom was at work and my sister was at school so no one was home.

(sorry if you don't have a sister or siblings)

We went to my room and I plopped down on my bed, "did you ask the others yet?" I asked Ben, "yeah, they said you can move in" "yay!" I jumped off my bed and pulled out my suitcases and backpacks and played some music. Ben went through my drawers and put some clothes in a suitcase while I put my other clothes hanging up and other stuff in there.

I didn't need to tell my mom I'm moving out because I told her countless times that I'd move out one day and possibly stay with a friend or the hargreeves, until I could get enough money for my own house, maybe.

After we talked, danced, sang, and packed my stuff I took the back packs down as Ben held the suitcases. We put some of the stuff in the car and had to go back in for other stuff. I sighed as I dropped down on the ground as I panted heavily.

"that was so much work, I'm sweating so bad," I drank my water and put an ice pack behind my neck. "Eh not so much, you're just weak," he laughed. "hey! I am not weak!" I remarked. "Yeah whatever, get inside, we need to get back cuz it's getting late." Ben spoke. "Is it hot in the car?" I asked while looking at him, "no, it's cool, come on!" He responded. I sat up and sighed as I opened the door and sat in the car. "Oh my goodness! It's so nice in here," I said as I rested my head back on the headrest.

Ben stopped outside the academy and we got out of the car and we took some stuff in. I opened the gates for Ben and we got inside the house.

"Hey guys! We need some help here!" I yelled

Luther came down the stairs as he looked at us, "what's going on?" Luther asked us. "Y/n's moving in, you heard right?" Ben explained. "Ohh right, gotcha" Luther responded, "anyway, we got a bunch of stuff in the car, could you get it please?" I asked Luther.

Right after Luther went out of the Academy, the others soon came down.

"oh hey y/n!" Allison exclaimed and hugged me. "hey allison," I said. We pulled away and I whispered "I'm moving in!!" "Yay!!" We jumped.

I said hello to the others and they all helped getting the stuff from the car and helped me settle into my new room. We got all the stuff in there.

"Wow, I'm dead" Ben sighed.

(get it? OKAY SORRY)

"yeah, this was tiring" I lay down on my bed. "it's like 12 o'clock" Diego mentioned, leaning on the door frame. "12?" Vanya said, "mhm," Allison responded. "wow, well thanks you guys for helping me move in here," I told them all.

"no problem y/n" Diego said

"mhm, well I'm going, bye" five spoke as he teleported away.

After saying good night Ben stayed last. "Hey ben, can u set up my bed please, my pillows and blankets are in that thing," I asked pointed at the bag with my sleeping stuff in it.

"yeah" Ben took the stuff out as I rolled down to the floor and just lay there.

"there," Ben told me. "Thanks, I'm so tired omg" I sighed as I immediately fell down to my bed and got under the covers. I was that tired that I immediately started snoring in a deep sleep.

"well, goodnight night y/n" Ben whispered as he walked up to my sleeping form and moved my hair out of my face to kiss my forehead.

(I AM SO TIRED SO I JUST DECIDED TO FINISH IT HERE, I CAN TRY TI MAKE MORE PARTS LATER, BUT I HOPED YOU ALL LIKED ITTT <33)

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embodyingchaos · 10 months

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( > 〰 < ) tua masterlist

last updated: — newest: —

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

five hargreeves - none yet. ben hargreeves - none yet.

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love-strawberry · 2 years

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okay so help me choose

a. harry styles x reader : in which harry and reader are dating and release collaborators with each other about love and all jazz

b. eddie munson x reader : in which eddie and reader have history and are forced to sort it out by teenagers

c. ben hargreeves x reader : in which the umbrella academy lost their ben and the sparrow academy lost their y/n

d. kaz brekker : in which nikolai said that he wanted his sister to find a lover, he didn't mean the bastard of the barrel

e. peter ballard x reader : in which peter had only one friend growing up in the lab and he'd do anything to get her free

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itstheghostofmypast · 6 months

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Five: If there is one thing I'm thankful for it's-

Diego: Your family?

Klaus: Bloodshed?

Luther: Alcohol?

Victor: Coffee?

Five:...

Y/N: Guys...can we please exchange our vows without interruptions?

Ben *hands Five a gun* arent you glad I'm your best man?

#five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five x reader #five x y/n #tua x reader #five hargreaves x reader #vanya #allison hargreeves #tua imagine #tua incorrect quotes #sloane hargreeves #luther hargreeves

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asteriismos · 2 years

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cherry waves - ben hargreeves

PAIRING ◆ sparrow!ben hargreeves x umbrella!reader

WARNING(S) ◆ SMUT, rough sex, choking, DIRTY TALK, unedited, piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (fem receiving), byeLOL

SUMMARY ◆ you come to terms with the new ben.

WORDS ◆ 4.6k

NOTE ◆ … lolllllll!!!!!!! there's no ben smut out there so (insert thanos meme) fine, i'll do it myself.

The Ben that you had fallen in love with when you were younger has been dead for almost fifteen years . . . you had to keep telling yourself that. Getting over his death was one of the hardest things that you had ever done, because his loss was the first one that you had ever experienced at the ripe age of seventeen years old. You weren’t even an adult and yet, you were faced with the tragedy of your first love being killed and you had to face that realization every day for the rest of your life. You remembered the day like it was yesterday, and although it had been over a decade since it happened, there were some times where you would wake up in the middle of the night, sweat covering your entire body and gasping for air because of the nightmares you endured. You weren’t there to witness his death, but the tragedy was all the same. In your nightmares he was ripped away from you without a goodbye.

You finally started to forget about the trauma when you were in Dallas, as there seemed to be no way to get back to the future and for the life that you had back in 2019. You even met some other people, though nothing came to fruition like your relationship with Ben did. With him it felt so natural to be in love and with everyone else you felt like you were going through the motions. Instead you grew your relationships with your friends and that managed to take your mind off of him.

And you thought that this mess was done once you made it back to 2019. Everything seemed fine until you and The Umbrella Academy came face to face with Reginald, who was explaining that your home wasn’t your home anymore . . . or it never was. You were confused as hell on what had happened due to time travel. Noises were heard from the top of the balcony and you and your family turned around, revealing a whole set of other people just like you and some weird floating cube.

And just as you thought things couldn’t get any more weird, you heard footsteps to your left and saw none other than Ben Hargreeves, more alive than you could remember him being.

Dad, who the hell are these assholes?

That voice was still ringing in your head as clear as day, because to be honest, you couldn’t remember much from the encounter. You took one look at your deceased past lover who was no longer dead and started to shake, the familiar feeling of being hopeless came back to you and you passed out. Five would later tell you that he caught you and was able to get you out of the house before people started to fight, and it wasn’t until five hours later that you woke up. In this timeline, he’s still alive, Y/N, He would say to you when you finally came to, in some hotel room that your family booked. He’s not the same Ben that you fell in love with. He’s different.

And for a few hours you believed that, you tried to join your family in getting on with their lives and planning for their future, but you couldn’t get your mind off of Ben. Because in a way, he was the same person that you fell in love with. Your curiosity got the best of you and like always, led you to do some questionable things – because why would life ever be simple for you?

Your curiosity led you to the doorstep of The Sparrow Academy, knocking on the door and waiting for someone to answer it, not entirely sure that what you were doing is what you should actually be doing. You heard that there was a fight here and although you didn’t get too much information from your siblings, you were sure that there was still bad blood between the two families. The person to answer the door was a brunette woman, who stood a little bit taller than you and gave you a soft smile, turning to look behind and closed the door behind herself, coming out onto the sidewalk with you. She looked a little nervous that you were here, but didn’t look like she had any ill will against you.

“You’re the one that passed out. I’m Sloane.”

Great. You’re glad that was the reputation they all had of you. How embarrassing.

“I don’t normally do that,” You said. “There’s just someone here that reminds me of someone I used to know.”

Sloane looked confused for a second, her features scrunching up in thought before they softened, as if she realized who you were talking about. “Ben said something about your family giving him weird looks. And you passed out right after you saw him . . . How do you know him?”

“Ben was . . . Well, Ben was in our timeline too. I knew him from then but he died almost fifteen years ago. It was . . .” You trailed off, not knowing the right words to use. You were notorious for never talking about it, which was not good for your healing as you’ve heard, but it was always too painful to think about. “It was traumatic for all of us.”

“You loved him.”

Was it that easy to see? Maybe what gave it away was your pained expression at the mere thought of his death, or that you could barely say his name above a whisper. The more you stood in front of her the more you wanted to run away, thinking that this was a bad decision and that you should’ve listened to your family and stayed the hell away from here. But you couldn’t just leave now, and soon enough Sloane was inviting you in and telling you which door led to Ben’s room, and soon enough you were knocking on the door.

You heard a groan, and a small come in and for a moment you hesitated, thinking that you would be saddened by the fact that the new Ben wasn’t the same one. But you just needed to see him, even if it was just for a moment. You opened the door and closed it, coming face to face with someone who looked the same as your lover, smelled the same as your lover, and even stood the same as him too, but it wasn’t him. It was someone else.

“Did you come in to discuss something about your family, or are you just trying to get your hands on one of us since you didn’t get a piece of the action earlier?” Ben asked, his tone condescending and nothing like how you remembered it being. “As I recall, your little twitchy brother zapped you out of the house before things got exciting.” You shook your head, taking a step back as he took a step forward. You were silent, still eyes wide at the sight of him. The only thing that was different about his appearance was the visible scar on his face and the slightly tight fitting shirts that Ben never wore before.

You opened your mouth to say, “I just wanted to see if it was really you.”

“What do you mean, really me?” He asked.

“It’s a long story. But the Ben that I knew died so long ago, and I loved him so much. Seeing you down there earlier today just brought all of it back. I never thought that I would see you again . . . But it’s not you. Or at least the one that I knew from my timeline,” You explained.

“You were in love with me?” He asked. It was a strange concept to him. No one had ever loved him, not enough to pass out due to the thought of him, not enough to risk their life to come to his doorstep after their whole family had engaged in a fight that almost killed them. You were gorgeous enough as it is, and now you were telling him that you loved him. In some ways that made him feel a twinge of emotion towards you, and it made him extend his hand out forward. You flinched for a moment at his touch, but allowed it once you felt his fingertips on your arm. Closing your eyes, for a moment it felt like you were seventeen again and Ben was still here.

And you opened your eyes and Ben was there, those eyes that you remembered.

“Did he feel like this?” Ben asked you, his hand not leaving your arm. You nodded, reaching and grabbing the hand with your own. Just like how it used to be. Ben didn’t know why he was doing this, but it felt as if something in the universe was telling him to do it, like it was right somehow. Like you and him were meant to get together. It was all happening so fast.

In a moment of either pure hope or total idiocy, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. It was a short kiss, similar to the ones you two had shared before in your past. Clumsy even, noses brushing against one another as you pulled away a tiny bit to get a look at him. His eyes met yours and he leaned in again, not testing the waters like you had. He knew what he wanted and you were shamelessly going to give it to him, no questions asked. Ben’s hands reached down to the small of your back, pulling you into him and not letting go.

The kiss was greedy, taking all that you could of one another, you still standing on your tippy toes and steering out of balance when your chest hit his own. He kept you up though, your legs turning into jelly when he released his lips from your own and indulged in the crook of your neck. It was hot and sloppy, swollen lips trailing from your neck to your jaw and down the other side, a row of saliva glistening on your skin. Your body shuddered, he made you feel weak in his hands and all you wanted to do was fall down but he didn’t let you. Instead his hands kept you firmly, head dipping down further along your collarbone and squatting down, placing them on the backs of your thighs, nudging.

Realizing what he wanted, you were quick to obey, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. Ben’s strong arms held you with no problems, hoisting you up so your head was now level with his own. You took the opportunity to press your lips against his own again, hands finding their place on his jawline, kissing with a passion you had never used before with anyone else. His hands pulled you down and he grinded against you, making you moan into his mouth, Ben’s tongue sliding past your parted lips and exploring your mouth.

He began to walk backwards, steadily so as to not trip. And the moment his calves hit the bed, he sat down, taking you with him so you were now straddling his thighs. You were becoming aware of the heat between you two, every shuddering breath that left his lips egged you on further, wanting to make him writhe and moan your name over and over again. The need for him was deeper than you had ever felt before, and you didn’t want to hold back anymore, you wouldn’t let yourself run away from this. It was like he had never left.

There was a small knock on the door and it threw you off your groove, head snapping to the large door. Ben placed a hand on your side to steady you. “Who is it?” He asked, voice wavering a tiny bit at the interruption, hoping the person wouldn’t come in.

“Did you want to train tonight or tomorrow morning?” It was his sister Fei.

A sigh left Ben’s lips. “Tomorrow morning.” There was a muted reply that neither of you could hear, and another moment passed and you knew that she was gone.

“That was close-”

“Ben,” You breathed, not in the mood for small talk. You were still sitting on his thighs and you needed him more than ever now. “Stop talking.” A sly smile came across his lips and you wiped it away with a kiss, going back to the fast pace that had been set before. Your hands came and went under his shirt, feeling the taut skin of his abs and thanking God for his training and conditioning. He was considerably larger and muscular than when you had known him. The thought of him above you with a body like that? It made you falter in your movements.

Using the break in your concentration to his advantage, Ben started mouthing along your skin again, hands pulling up your shirt above your head. His eyes scanned your body, raising an eyebrow. “No bra?” He asked, making you shy away and look anywhere but at his face. You didn’t reply, but he seemed to not like that. His hand came and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. You gave a small smile, “Well I didn’t know that this was happening and I wanted to be comfy.” He hummed, somewhat disappointed in your answer but not disappointed at how compliant you seemed to be with him. Ben went back to kissing your neck, teeth grazing along your soft skin, making you jump whenever he bit down on a particular spot.

You were beginning to grow impatient. Perhaps it was with the way that he was worshiping you, wanting to kiss every single inch of you and make you keel into his touch over and over again. Or maybe it was because no one had ever made you feel this way before. You had been with others before, men whose names you didn’t bother remembering, all men who resembled the one below you now. Men, with blue eyes that you pretended were his, strong arms that felt like the ones that Ben wrapped around you before you said goodbye to him for what you didn’t know would be the last time. They never made you satisfied, and you were left feeling more broken than put together after the deed was done, scrambling to leave in the middle of the night to avoid the awkward conversation that would follow in the morning. Ben, even though he was only kissing you, put those men to shame. You wondered if he was thinking the same, that no woman measured up to you.

He definitely was.

Ben’s hands found your breasts, squeezing them and kneading them together, fingers coming to pinch your nipples. Your back arched into him and you almost fell over on top of him, using your hands on his muscles to stop you. You reached and decided you wanted to please him, to show him how much you wanted him. You trailed your hands under his shirt and came to the band of his pants, pushing your fingers past it and making your way down. Before you could hit his obvious hard on, one of his own hands came and grasped your wrists, pulling your hand away. You looked up, thinking that you did something wrong. Tilting your head, you gave him a silent what?

“I’m not done with you yet,” Ben explained. In one movement he put his hands to your back and flipped you two over, him now on top of you. Your head hit the mattress with a small humph and wondered what he had in store for you.

You worked with him to shimmy your pants and panties off, throwing them to some side of the room. His hands splayed against your thighs and you watched with an open mouth to see what he was going to do. He gave you a look, a familiar one that reminded you that you were actually here with him, not someone who looked and acted like him. It was actually Ben. The one that you still loved, the one that you trusted more than anyone in the world.

You were also well aware of the slick that was beginning to coat your thighs, body betraying you and showing him how much you wanted him, how you ached for him. Ben seemed to like it though, bringing his flesh hand to your slit and scooping some of it up. When he brought his hand back up, you could see the way that it glistened on his skin, popping a finger into his mouth and humming sinfully at the taste. He did it again and again, humming every single time your arousal hit his tongue. You looked down with heated cheeks, feeling a little embarrassed that you were getting so worked up over something so small. “You taste …” He trailed off, bringing his tongue to your folds and swiping up from your hole to your clit. “Amazing.”

“It’s all for you,” You said, wiggling your hips and urging him to pleasure you again. Ben smirked, feeling a sense of pride wash over him at your words. He brought a finger to you and pushed it in, watching your mouth open into a wide ‘O’ at the feeling. He curled it up, making your muscles tighten around him. Ben built a steady pace and he came back up to your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek sweetly as if he couldn’t hear the lewd sounds that were being created when he added a second finger in.

“Did he make you feel like this,” He asked, towering over you. His thumb rubbed against your clit while his fingers fucked into you. “Were you ever under me like this?”

You moaned out at his words, thighs clenching around his hand to keep him there. You couldn’t respond, too busy thinking about the steady fire that was building in you. You reached to climb higher, hoping he would grant you some kind of release. He didn’t give it to you though. Instead, whenever you were getting to that tipping point, he would stop all of his movements altogether until you stopped shaking, then repeat the process over and over again.

It was making you go crazy, how he had the power to push you towards release but he just wouldn’t do it.

“Tell me, when you were with other guys to forget, did they make you feel this good?” Ben whispered into your ear, biting the skin below it. “Did they make you shake under their fingertips?”

So that’s what it was. Jealousy. Ben was jealous of all the men that had been with you before him. How someone else had heard your first moans, been inside you, made you cum before he ever had the chance to. He was determined to make sure that he was better than them, and make sure that you would never go to anyone else again.

“Answer me.”

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t. As if to test you further, he pushed a third finger into you, making you moan out his name loud and roll your eyes to the back of your skull. His thumb kept rubbing languid circles on your clit. You thought if you stayed quiet you could sneak an orgasm, cut him off guard. But as if he heard your thoughts, his movements stalled and he put his other hand firmly on your hips so you couldn’t even move against his statue-like hand. His dark eyes bore into your own and you squeezed around his fingers. “No, they weren’t anything like you. You make me feel so good, Ben.” The praise fell from your lips with ease, lava pooling in your stomach as if threatening to burst at any moment. If only he would just rub a little bit more …

He pulled his hand away from you. Ben didn’t even respond to your statement and you wondered if you said something wrong, if he had enough. And he had enough all right, but not enough of you. He wanted to see you cum, just around his cock and not his fingers.

But you couldn’t hear what he was thinking, which made you whimper when he pulled himself away fully, standing at the edge of the bed. You opened your legs up to him, the farthest that you could go without hurting yourself and hoping that it would make him come back to you quickly. Your clit was aching from several denied orgasms, almost thinking about pulling your hand down to finish yourself off, though deciding against it when knowing Ben would never allow something like that. He liked seeing you writhing like this.

Ben’s hands shed all his clothing. He wasn’t exactly putting on a show for you but you marveled anyways, watching the way that his muscles flexed when his shirt came off and how you wanted to lick all around his abdominal region and make your way all down to his cock, which was pressed against his stomach and slightly glistening with precum. It was big, probably the biggest you’ve ever had and felt your insides clench just thinking about it sliding into you. Once he was satisfied with his clothing off, he came back down to the bed and kneeled between your spread legs.

“Ben,” You whispered. “Please.”

“Please what?” There was a hint of mischief in his eyes and it took all of your strength to not roll your eyes. “What do you want me to do to you?” Of course he wanted to hear you say it, to announce what he was inevitably going to do.

You couldn’t ignore the way you loved how controlling he was with you, how he ordered you to do some things. And as much as you hated that he didn’t let you cum, you also loved how he would make you cum when he wanted you to, not you.

He took his cock into his hands and rubbed the tip against your glistening folds, teasing you in the most sinful way possible.

“Please … Fuck me Ben. Make me cum, I can’t take it anymore.” You just wanted him inside of you so badly, you were going to scream if this went on for any longer. He was right there, denying you both the pleasure.

With a nod of his head, he pushed into you in one fluid motion. The feeling of him bottoming out inside of you made you grip onto his bicep, pulling him close so his warm chest was against your own again. He wasted no time moving, the sound of it deliciously sweet in your ears. Ben took your legs and pushed them upwards, your feet hanging off of his shoulders and pressing your thighs further up until they were almost hitting the mattress. The change in position had you crying out, feeling him hit deeper inside of you.

You could feel every single scrape of his cock against your walls, increasing that fire in your stomach until you were sure you were about to cum. His pace was unrelenting, moving quicker and quicker until you were sure he was using all his power. He kept at it with such loyalty and vigor, his motivation to make you feel the best you ever had fuelling him to a tenfold. He was such a devoted man to begin with, so you should’ve known that he would handle things the same way in bed.

You squeezed around him. “Please,” You whimpered.

“Go ahead.” Those two words were all you needed, allowing yourself to scream out as your orgasm ripped through you, built up again and again and now it was finally here and it was amazing. It rippled through you like shockwaves, and made you go limp under him, legs completely boneless. Ben didn’t let up as he rode through your orgasm, keeping the same pace with you. He was unforgiving, not giving you time to adjust and instantly making you feel the feeling of overstimulation. You were so sensitive to his cock ramming in and out of you that you could feel a second orgasm already building up.

The tip of him hit a particularly nice spot in you and you yelled, curling your toes and your hands came to tangle and grip in his hair. You almost stopped for a moment thinking that you were hurting him, but when you looked at his face, you saw only fucked out bliss, white incisors showing in a ravenous grin. His eyes opened and they were almost fully dark, making you shiver.

You opened your mouth to speak but was halted by two of his fingers shoving their way into your mouth. It was harsh, but in a good way, your insides burning up as your second orgasm washed over you, sucking on his two fingers as they made your moans muffled.

“You feel so good. You’re so fucking tight,” He mumbled, as though he was talking to himself. He was completely thrown into the pleasure that you were giving him, hot and warm and just perfect, like you were made for his cock to be rammed into over and over again. “Made for me, all for me.” He used your past words, them never losing their meaning no matter how many times he muttered under his breath.

Time seemed to slow and grow faster at the same time, the whole room disappearing as both of you focused on only each other. You weren’t sure how many times he had made you cum at this point, you took whatever he gave you and took it well. When you got enough strength to crane your neck down, you watched as your hole enveloped his cock, it coming back out slicked with the remnants of your past orgasms. Ben saw where your eyesight was and a sense of pride washed over him again. “Do you like watching that? Seeing how well you take me?” He asked, egging you on. His hand went to grab your own and placed it on your lower abdomen, and you could feel the skin slightly raising up every time he went into you. You could see it too, sliding in and out.

Though, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself, his movements were beginning to falter. He was becoming more sloppy with his hips and you knew he was about to cum. So, to give him what he had worked for, you wiggled your hips up, matching his hips. Your oversensitive clit rubbed against the base of his cock and you were clenching around him, and as if on cue, you were cumming again, feeling weak under him. Ben wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up, his cock splitting you open until he was spilling inside of you.

The moans that left his mouth were probably the hottest things you had ever felt in your life. You could feel his cum dripping down his cock, coating your thighs and dripping onto the soiled sheets. He put you down on the bed and followed you, eyes watching your own and kissing your sweaty forehead. He finally stopped moving and stilled inside, not wanting to leave you and go back to the way things had been before. He didn’t want to leave this moment and neither did you.

Because both of you knew when you were both cleaned up, you would have to come to terms with what was happening.

So you stayed there with him, letting his cock stay inside of you and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, words of praise were exchanged. How good he had been, how good you made him feel … Anything that both of you could think of to keep the moment from ending.

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mysteryartisticwriter · 2 years

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Allison: We should have left you in the basement

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kiyoomology · 2 years

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would it be fair to request a sequel for in another life (god this concept is so brilliant it needs its own book)

in another life (part two) ☆ ben hargreeves

genre: semi-angst to fluff warnings: mentions of past fights summary: after reuniting with ben, you two work out the issues that have been burdening you since you lost each other. notes: it's the long awaited part two! if you haven't read part one, you can find it here :)

"they're all dickheads." diego chimed in, five cutting in and saying something about a throat punch, but you weren't listening.

you were dragged out of the academy by klaus, looking over your shoulder to find ben looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"yeah, well, ben is still the same in some ways." klaus said, and you felt all of the siblings' eyes shift to you.

"he still seems like an asshole." you replied quietly, shrinking under their gazes.

"maybe you're our in." diego said, and the attention shifted to him and he launched into a spiel about a lengthy plan of you going back to the sparrow academy and begging for ben to take you back so that the umbrellas could infiltrate their previous home.

"i'm not going to use ben like that." you protested, seeing the obvious irritation on diego's face.

"but he's not our ben. he's stuck up, he's rude, he's a dickhead-"

"okay, that's enough. we should find somewhere to stay." viktor cut in, and you were thankful for his words.

you trailed behind the siblings, feeling like the odd one out now more than ever. even if they didn't say it, the looks they gave you when you refused to carry out diego's plan were enough of an indicator to their disdain.

as you walked, you noticed that an increasing number of crows were circling overhead.

nervousness crept into your veins as you remembered fei, their number three, and their crows that had attacked you, allison, and luther.

you tried to tell yourself that it was just a coincidence, but as the crows began to make their way towards you, you realized they were there for you.

"i don't want any trouble." you spoke, putting your hands up in surrender as one of the birds landed at your feet.

"then we won't give you any."

you whirled around at the familiar voice, stomach dropping into your shoes as ben, fei, and sloane came to a stop in front of you.

"what do you want? i promise i'm not going to try to fight you or anything, i just want to take a nap." you mumbled wearily as the three shared a look, one that you didn't understand.

"you can take a nap at the sparrow academy." sloane said cheerily, and you quirked an eyebrow.

"i really should get going, my friends are-"

"nowhere to be seen." fei cut in, and you turned back around to see their figures far off in the distance.

fuck.

"why do you want me to go with you?" you asked, wrapping your arms around yourself as you waited expectantly for an answer.

"i think you and i need to have a long overdue conversation." ben replied after a beat of silence, staring at you in complete seriousness.

you weighed your options. considering the siblings hadn't questioned where you were and come looking for you, you were probably on your own.

but did you want to go back to the sparrow academy with seven people who could easily hand your ass to you again?

"fine. i'll go back with you."

the drive to the academy was short, but you didn't even notice.

all of the emotions that you had buried when ben died were coming back to haunt you. here he was, in the flesh, ushering you into his house with his hand on the small of your back like no time had passed at all.

"i'll take you to the medical wing so you can get patched up." he said, and you mumbled something back in acknowledgement.

your body felt heavy as you sat on the examination table, the sound of ben rustling through medicine cabinets filling the air.

the two of you said nothing as he began to clean the dried blood from your face, injuries from the fight with lila in the sixties as well as the one mere moments ago with the sparrows.

"how did i die in this timeline?" you broke the silence, noticing that ben halted his movements in cleaning a cut on your neck.

"how did i die in your timeline?" he asked, and you shook your head.

"i asked first." you shot back, feeling dread settle in your stomach as ben dropped the rag he was working with, rubbing a hand over his face.

"you...were taken. taken hostage, by a villain." he said, and you had to bite back a snarky remark about how that sounded like the plot of a shitty superhero movie. "we couldn't save you."

you processed his words, them meaning little to you. i mean, you were fine, right? there was still a lot to unpack from the sixties that you would probably have to think about at some point, but in the current moment, you weren't dead and there wasn't impending doom anymore.

"what about me?" ben asked, breaking the thoughts that were racing in your mind.

"nobody has ever told me the full story, or what exactly happened. i just know you died on a mission, when we were sixteen." you explained quickly, feeling a familiar lump form in your throat.

"when we were sixteen?" he asked softly, and you nodded, moving over a bit so that ben could sit next to you.

"am i different than your ben?" he asked, voice so weak you could've sobbed.

you wanted to scream that yes, he was different than your ben, that your ben was kind, sweet, caring, and so loving, and he was always by your side with a joke when you were sad, or a kiss to the temple when you were stressed-

"kind of. my ben... he was the best part of growing up." is what you settled on finally, feeling the man next to you tense his shoulders.

"could i- could i ever be him?" he asked, and your brows furrowed. you turned to face him fully, and he reciprocated your movements.

"you are him. the same dna, the same face, whatever." you urged, studying his face intently.

"okay, well if i am the same, where does this leave us? what are we?"

his words echoed in your mind, and you opened and closed your mouth.

"do you still love me?" you breathed out, feeling lightheaded as ben stared at you, gently taking your hand in his.

"i still love you." he confirmed, a sad smile finding its way to his lips. "do you still love me?"

you could only nod, verbal confirmation lodging itself in your throat.

"then i guess that settles it." he said, and you let out a small laugh at his awkwardness. it reminded you of your ben.

but now, this ben, sparrow ben, was your ben.

"i'm glad to have you back." you said softly, shifting so that your head rested on his shoulder, hands still laced together.

"me too." he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. the action was so gentle that a single tear slid down your cheek, dripping onto your arm.

"ben, can you promise me one thing?"

"of course."

"never let me go."

"i wouldn't dream of it."

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