open to females; dark and taboo plots more than welcome!

”don’t squirm,” benji warned her, his hand coming to rest on her hip as he lounged behind her on the couch. “you’ll only make things worse for yourself. we need to work on stretching you out so you can take me whenever i want,” he smirked, his thumb flicking over her clit once as he kissed the thick muscle of her shoulder. “try to focus on the tv. that will help,” he murmured, shifting his hips. his cock was lodged inside her, and it had been for almost two hours now. “i’ll make a good little cock warmer out of you.”

People: @benji-scott​ Location: Park

  The weather was perfect and Wesley had the day off so he decided that it would be fun to go to the park with Ollie and burn some energy as his uncle Eric was having their session. Wesley smiled and laughed as he ran after his son and picked them up. Ollie was one of the many reasons that kept him going, he loved his kid and the boy always made him smile and laugh. “Do you want your cookie?” he asked as Ollie nodded. The doctor placed the kid down on a bench before looking through his bag and taking out Ollie’s cookies and giving him son. 

Wesley sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. His sigh was that of relaxation and fun. When in the distance he saw Benji. “Hey,” he spoke as he saved at the other smiling. 

For: @benji-scott​

Location: Benji’s place

Time: 4:30pm

Making her way through Benji's place, as though she owned it, as she often did, she smiled largely at the male as he came into view. "Benji!" She greeted, "Just the man I was looking for." She'd proceed to sit her oversized bag on the nearest table top, "I need a favor, your expertise, if you will." She began, before holding up a finger as a warning, "and there will be no eye rolling, or groaning, because you and I both know deep down, you absolutely love these projects of mine." They both knew that wasn't true, but Sloane wasn't going to have that kind of negatively in her work space. "So, if you're busy, you're not now. Because it's your favorite blonde's time, your favorite third wheel, me-- Sloane." She exclaimed, the dramatic flare hitting just perfectly in her heart. "You also got food here, right?"

@bnjyfnwckd​

Foi um pouco diferente de todos os casamentos que já fui, mas tão bonito quanto. No glass was harmed today.

Thank you for inviting me.

Fists of Fury || Amelia & Benjy

He’d apologized, and yet Amelia still felt the residual tension between them whenever she walked to his side of the office. No more. She tied her hair back, Frank whistling when she stood up from her desk in her training outfit, consisting of tight stretchy exercise pants and a well fitted sleeveless shirt. This might just be the best for both of them. 

When she got over to Fenwick’s desk she yanked her thumb towards the door on the far side of the room leading to their training simulation room. “Get up, Fenwick. It’s time we actually settled this.” 

let’s take a break tonight // benjy and mary

The castle felt smaller, somehow.

Mary remembered when she was a wide-eyed eleven-year-old entering Hogwarts for the first time. The entrance hall alone looked like a labyrinth of shifting staircases and branching off corridors that she would never be able to decipher. Seven years later, she might have stopped getting lost on her way to class but she still knew it held mysteries she would never be able to learn.

Now though, on the other side of graduation and counting down the single digit days until she left for good, it felt like the castle was shrinking by the hour. Everything took on a different view when it was possibly the last time she would be seeing it. Both for the better and the worse. 

Even the walk from the Gryffindor to the Ravenclaw tower seemed to pass by in a matter of seconds as Mary retraced the familiar steps. Passing by windows, she wondered when she would ever get views like that again. But passing by darkened corridors, she wondered how it would feel to not be stuck with all the monsters that lurked in the shadows. 

A few other students leaked out of the door as she waited by it, throwing passing congratulations on the Quidditch win or well wishes for her future. She smiled and thanked them and tried not to let the wave of emotions rush over her at each reminder. 

Finally, the person she was waiting for exited and she ran up to tap him on the shoulder. “So tell me the truth. You’re never going to talk to me again after we leave here, huh?”

@benjy-whoisleft​

Theo wasn’t sure he had ever felt so worthless, so used. He wanted to go home, he wanted to take off the dress robes his parents had given him... a costume, so that he could play the perfect son. He wanted to send them back, make a point of showing how hurt he felt by their behaviour. He had left because their reaction to his sexuality had made him uncomfortable, had upset him. But that felt different. They misunderstood, they didn’t understand because they didn’t know and was that really their fault? They wanted what was best for him, even now he believed that, but to give him false hope... to invite him to such a prestigious event so long after breaking contact. It wasn’t fair, it didn’t feel fair. He had done everything they asked of him, even attended with Ivy as his girlfriend so as not to embarrass his family. And yet, when he had asked about returning home his father had laughed. It wasn’t a cruel laugh, it was a laugh of disbelief, as though he couldn’t believe his son had ever been so stupid. Somehow that was worse. He took a shaky breath, willing himself not to cry. The Gala wasn’t over, he needed to return before he was missed. But he couldn’t bring himself to move just yet. Five more minutes, that’s all he needed. To process, to compose himself, to shoulder the weight of the crushing disappointment, the pain that came with knowing he had been nothing more than a chess piece in the Grayson’s and their perpetual fight for recognition within Pureblood society. He was too busy brushing down his robes, straightening his tie, tugging at his waistcoat and pushing back his hair, occupying himself with small tasks, small distractions, to notice the tears leaving tracks on his cheeks, to notcie somebody enter the hall. @benjyxfriendwicks​

@benwickk​

Benjamin! Você deveria estar envergonhado por eu só saber que você está de volta e vivo por causa de conversinhas nos corredores do ministério. Francamente, eu sei que você está velho, mas não achei que esqueceria de fazer o mínimo.

stay alive ‘til this horror show is past // benjy & tazie

Anastazie had heard it said that a person won’t know how they would really react in a crisis until they were faced with one. It was a thought she hadn’t liked. As a decidedly self-assured person, she wanted to think she always knew who she was, and who she would be. An impeccable planner’s life left no room for surprises of character.

Now, she found herself in one such emergency. There wasn’t time for thinking things through or finding the best plan of attack, which were her preferred methods. The world was shacking to a halt around them, and the only options left were to freeze with it or to get moving. So she got moving. And, as she always expected, she was pretty kick-ass in a crisis.

“Alright, everyone behind me here. Don’t go running ahead. My shield will only extend so far, so really it will be safer for us all of us to move together.” She delivered the orders, straining her voice only slightly over the sound of screams. Not too much strain was needed, though. She quickly commanded attention not from volume but from the sheer steadiness in her voice. The first step was to calm the panic, which can be done by showing that there is a plan being enacted. Most didn’t want to have to make the decisions in a situation like this, they just wanted to follow.

“Benjy, assist me with this. That should give us enough coverage.” He wasn’t her first choice, of course. Her eye had been out for her fellow Ravenclaw prefects, but she was not sure where they had ended up in the waves that were pushing out of the lawn now. She had to make a quick calculation on who would be of most help, and she landed on him without giving herself a chance to argue against her own decision. “Right, we will move down to Hogsmeade and we will not stop. My top priority is getting you all to a safe location, and it should be yours, too.”

@benjy-whoisleft​

It’s not where you start, it’s where you finish. I think I’ll enjoy taking the journey with you. 

Benjy.

I know we are both home for the break. Did you get all your Christmas shopping finished? More importantly did you get King something? I was going to hit some muggle stores to get him something useful. Would you like to join me?

Unless you already got him something??? If you did what did you give him? Are you any good shopping for girls? I want to give something that says “i love you” but not say I love you, because I shouldn’t love you? 

Blimey. Did that even make sense? I had like three cups of coffee. I think I’m sending out a owl tree. Let’s get together soon.

@friendwicks

based on: miss saigon!! can be set in whatever country u want open to: females 

Benjamin was bored of this now. When he’d first heard of the war he’d thought it would be an adventure - and for the first few months it had been. In this run down city he was treated like a king, all of the soldiers were. But now the war was clearly futile and the men had nothing to do but sit around, getting stoned all day. Night had fallen, and the rest of the guys were getting ready to go to the nearest whorehouse. Benji wasn’t about to miss out on that, even though screwing one of those girls hardly brought him joy anymore either. He shrugged on a jacket and headed out, walking down the dirty streets until they ducked into the dank bar. Most were lured off into the corners by tits or cocaine, leaving only a small band of them to drink. Benji looked around, glancing at all the girls there, before one caught his eye. She looked young, almost too young to be there, and bewildered. He stood up a little straighter, catching the attention of his buddy beside him. “Who is she?” Benji asked the man beside him softly, nodding at the new girl.

                    NOVUM MORS && SOCIAL MEDIA

                                     ( rita skeeter @skeetskeets )

@okbenjy

---mary sat on her broom at least fifty feet in the air, gaze locked on the grass that swayed lazily below her. her features were curiously blank, occasionally circling the empty quidditch pitch as though she were truly engaged in looking for a snitch. she’d never been afraid of heights. but now her vision was swimming, grip tightening on the broom’s handle when she heard a familiar voice call to her over the wind. it took a moment, but finally she broke her silent meditation to look up and realize benjy was flying towards her.   ❝  benj. . . . hey.  ❞

@benji-wilde​ liked your picture.

You Wildes have impeccable taste.

Fenwick’s Finest Moment

@finestfenwick

She forgets to put up the silencing spell. 

Of course she does. 

It’s all she can do to get herself to her desk, large heaving breaths leaving her as she wraps her fingers around the wood until she can see the strain in her knuckle. 

They’d had fights before, so many countless, ceasing fights. almost twenty years of them. But Al had never looked at her like that, issued ultimatums like that, left her life like that. And she fucking deserved it. Every word he said, claim he made-- it was all true. She was a coward who had looked a happy future in the face and told it to piss off. But even now, as she sits at her desk and pretends that she isn’t crying, it’s all she can do to look at the picture of her and Al from his graduation and know that she’s still made the right choice.   

She can never explain it to him in a way that he will understand, she knows this. But there is something in her, pleading for her to stay the course, even it it breaks her heart in this moment. She gives into it, her hears turning to sobs as she lays her head on her desk, wishing that she was anywhere else.