A/N: this is 100% for my darling @daughterofthebrowncoats i hope this makes you feel better, love! (also it ends in smut because literally nothing is better for cheering up than benny smut) (also sorry it got so long,,,i’m a wordy bitch)
Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, public sex
It’s quiet at the diner, and you
sigh and rest your elbow against the counter, your chin on your hand. The heat out was ungodly, so there weren’t
many people out and about, which meant no casual customers in the weird lull
between lunch and dinner. Which meant nothing
to do except stare out the window. Not
that you minded. You loved taking time
to just stare out at the small path leading away from the diner.
It was set back a little from the
road, surrounded by a few beautiful trees and a spattering of purple flowers
along the path. You thought they may be
weeds, since they’d been there so long and they just kept coming back every
spring. But you absolutely loved
them. Benny didn’t understand; they were
messy and scattered, and honestly a little ugly, but you loved the color they
brought to the otherwise dull path.
“You sure you can do this alone?” Benny asked as he washed the remaining paint from his hands. He had just finished painting the guest room of your brand new apartment.
“Yes I’m sure. Now go, the diner needs you,” you smiled at your vampire before he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Thanks darlin’, I’ll call when I’m on my way back home,” Benny said as he turned to go to you shared room to get dressed before leaving for the diner.
You met Benny a little more than one year ago when Dean brought him back from Purgatory. At first you were every bit as skeptical, of the vampire, as Sam was. But it didn’t take Benny long to prove to you that he really wasn’t a threat. Before you knew what hit you, you had fallen head over heels.
Summary: The final showdown with Benny’s old nest-mates… and between you and your vampire.
Pairing: Benny x Reader
Word Count: 2,900
Warnings: violence, blood, death, beheading, injuries, vampirism (is that a warning?), blood-drinking, mild smut
A/N: I cannot believe it took me this long, but the conclusion is finally here. Don’t worry, I’m not completely done with Benny… he’ll still be around in imagines and drabbles. Thanks for hanging in there, guys! And huge thank you to @deanssweetheart23 for helping me with the end.
Hello! Sweet dear Mod Kay, our sweet lawfully good reader got lost in one of those dangerous downtown neighborhoods and stumbled upon a weird looking dude. She tried to reach Ben - her boyfriend - but his phone was off. Clutching to the strap of her bag, she ran into an alley. He followed her, but before she could scream, his face collided with the wall and the fist of a much bigger, masked man, visibly enraged.
(PART 2) As the man was done with the mugger, he approached the terrified, trembling reader and pinched her chin with his, lifting her face so she looked him. “Don’t leave your boyfriend’s side. Ever.” He spat, his voice distorted by the vocoder of the helmet.
Hello, everyone, I am back. Again. Finals are done. I’m moved back home. I’m settling in. I’m hoping to get back to a regular writing schedule but I will be also taking some time for myself to write for my other fics, too. Gotta keep the balance.
Your fingers trembled around your phone as you rushed down the dark street, eyes wide and searching the dark behind you as one of the shady looking individuals leaning on the building corner extinguished his cigarette against the wall of the building, his head turned towards your retreating form.
Once you turned the corner of the building, your shaking hands finally unlocked your phone and going to your contacts, you hit Ben’s number immediately. With the receiver at your ear, you listen to the low buzz as it rings, your head swiveling back to look behind you.
Just at the last second, when you turned another corner of another building, you see the silhouetted figure of the man as he followed behind you.
“Come on, Ben. Come on. Please…” You whispered under your breath, pacing picking up to a very fast walk as you loop around another building corner. Again, though, you can hear the footsteps behind you and your breathing speeds up.
“Ben! Oh, thank God! I’m—“
“—uh, Ben can’t come to the phone right now. If you want, leave your name and number, that would be cool, and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks.” Your heart sunk in your chest as the recording played.
“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath before you were pulling the phone from your ear. Glancing back, you found that the guy was behind you and was walking just as quickly as you were, trying to catch up
Heart pounding in your chest, you hurried along, fingers frantically typing out the emergency contact for the police. You didn’t press call, though. Not yet.
You were sure you were about to emerge out onto another public road and things would be okay. It didn’t hurt to be safe, though.
Still, watching the man behind you, you faced forward once more as you rounded another corner and ran into something, causing you to yelp in surprise.
Hands gripped your upper arms and your eyes were so wide as you looked up into the face of a towering individual clad head to toe in black. He wore an intimidating helmet that seemingly covered the entirety of his head, the man’s shoulders hunching forward slightly to make him seem predatory.
The footsteps behind you came closer and then stopped entirely.
“Hey, bud. Why don’t you fuck off? Let go of my girl and we won’t have any problems.”
“Your… girl?” The voice rumbling through the strange vocoder is so deep and sent a shudder down your spine. The masked face turns slowly back to you from where he held you tightly.
Your eyes went wide, “No! No, please! He’s not my boyfriend, he’s chasing me! Please, sir!”
“Dude, seriously. Let go of her,” there was suddenly a hand on your shoulder, trying to pull you out of the black shadow’s grasp and yet the helmeted man stood firm.
Suddenly, however, you were being pushed to the side, stumbling and catching yourself on the rough brick wall. There was a thud and a cry of pain as a half moment before you turned back, the looming black figure grabbing hold of the man from where he was doubled over, your follower being slammed into the wall a few feet from you.
“You think you’re so scary? Going after defenseless women just for the fuck of it? You sick fuck,” the vocoder growled out as the helmeted man slammed the other back into the wall, hard. “Listen here you little punk bitch. There are far scarier things out on the streets than you. Things and people who would eat you up and spit you out. I would sleep with your fucking eyes open if I were you…”
Helmet was then pulling the man of the wall and throwing him down onto the ground, your stalker tumbling along the ground, scraping up his hands and knees as he fell to the rough ground of the alley. For good measure, helmet kicked him hard in the side, sending him to the ground once more as he tried to get up.
Helmet knelt down close to the man, squatting deeply so that he could be at ear-level with the other man as he struggled to clamor to his feet.
“Run…” he growled lowly into the man’s ear, “Run for your pathetic little life.”
With that, your pseudo savior let the man up, your follower disappearing into the night, hobbling away as quickly as he could manage with the internal bruising he’d just received.
You couldn’t help but feel mildly relieved now that he was gone, only for the masked man to turn slowly back to you. It was almost eerie how slowly he turned his head towards you, the sightless void of his visor burning into you from where he stood a few feet away.
And suddenly your heart was pounding hard in your chest again as the looming man stalked towards you slowly, his shoulders still hunched slightly almost as if to intimidate you.
You wanted to run—bolt—out of there and yet you were seemingly frozen in place, your mind just then realizing how dangerous the man in front of you was. How effortlessly he had manhandled your follower and beat the ever loving shit out of him.
You swallowed thickly, keen on running, only instead to turn your head to see six other black glad figures at the end of the alley, no doubt having watched the scene unfold. Every single one of them had on some sort of mask or helmet on, their faces disguised and their clothes varying in shades from black as night to graphite gray.
A massive shadow fell over your form and your wide eyes snapped back to the man, your terrified gaze fixated on his covered face.
You jerked slightly when a leather clad hand was touching your jaw, his index finger and thumb pinching around your chin to lift your face further so that he could look at you.
“Don’t leave your boyfriend’s side. Ever.” He growled lowly, the vocoder of the helmet rumbling in the silent alley. “Now, go home. Before someone else decides they want to try for a piece of you. Understand?” You nod frantically in his grasp, your eyes still wide while your fingers were a vice around your phone at your side. “Good. Go.”
He released you then and just as he said, you made a beeline for it, opting to head towards the mass of people in black at the other end of the alley. They parted for you wordlessly, all of them just shadows in the night as they all watched you hurry on by without so much as a glance back out onto the busier street.
You don’t know when you started to but when your legs burned from running, you slowed down a bit, your chest heaving. You don’t know how far you’d gone but the alley was clear down the end of the long street behind you.
You wanted to bend over and catch your breath when suddenly, the phone in your hand was vibrating. You didn’t even take time to look at the name before you answered it, your eyes still frantically searching the dark street for any other threats. You were still quite shaken.
“Hey, angel. You tried to call me earlier and I didn’t answer. Sorry about that. Was busy at the shop. What’s up?”
You nearly cried when you comprehended it was your boyfriend’s voice coming through the phone, “Oh, my God! Ben—I-I… Holy fucking shit, Ben.” You sobbed, tears springing to your eyes. “I-I can’t even talk right now. I’m-I’m scared and someone was chasing me—”
“Woah, woah, baby. Breathe. What’s wrong?”
“I-I told you. Someone was chasing me and then there was this like… like this fucking gang that came and beat the shit out of him and I-I’m just… I’m still shaking, Ben. I’m so scared.”
“Holy… fuck. Okay. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m really scared, though.”
“Where are you? Do I need to come get you?”
You looked down the street, “I’m not too far from home. Just a few streets over from the subway.”
“Okay… Jesus,” he swore under his breath, “Go home and I promise I’ll be right over, okay? I’ll be there in a bit. Stay along the well-lit roads until you see more people.”
“Be safe, baby. I love you.”
“Love you, too, Benny.”
Sighing, Ben handed the phone to one of the knights, the helmet held under his arm suddenly heavy in his grasp.
“Yeah,” he answered, handing his helmet off to one of the others. “Pretty scared and shaken but she’ll be okay. Won’t be going out at night alone for awhile.” He shrugged out of his heavy moto jacket and handed it to the same knight. “I’m gonna go be with her. You guys shouldn’t need me anymore tonight regardless.”
“Sounds like a plan, boss,” the first knight said, handing back the phone.
The infamous Kylo Ren pulled his tight black long-sleeved shirt over his head, revealing his bright red Jurassic Park tee underneath. He looked down at his legs and the black skinny jeans and converse would have to do.
“Get work done tonight, guys,” he murmured, stalking down the dark alley with his phone in his hand in case you needed to call him again, seeking more comfort before he could catch up with you.
This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 309
(gif is not mine)
If someone looked at Benny, there was no clear sign that he was a vampire. He knew he was a monster, but you always believed he was a vampire trying to be a better person. Benny couldn’t say how much he appreciated the love and faith you had in him. Benny only wished you would have the same love and faith in yourself as you did for him.
The Cajun vampire entered your room to find you crying on your bed. You were hugging your pillow, your knees pulled up to your chest. He closed your door behind him. Even with the door making a sound, you didn’t look up at him.
“[Y/N] what’s wrong,” Benny asked, slowly sauntering up to your bed. “How long have ya been sittin’ here cryin’?”
ahhh see this was a Hard Choice bc i love them both so much but see i can’t draw benny so i just did sonny whoops (although you better believe that if i could draw him benny would be in the picture too)
thanks so much for the ask!!!!! (and @ everyone else….send me more im having fun)
Warnings: Benny’s past ( which is enough to rip me to shreds) other than that nothing.
A/N: Ok folks this is e popping my Fanfic cherry here. I am an absolute Benny girl so who better to start with right? I found the list of Dating Benny would Include and the one about the nightmares wrecked me in the BEST WAY POSSIBLE!!!! And that is how this was born. It is trash I know but go easy guys, its my first. Please send feed back. Also, thanks so so so much for @the-queen-unitato for the undying support and endless gifs of Benny….and @castihelloboys for re-blogging that beautiful list…also @melwritesshit for the original..I tried to find them to ask for permission but couldn’t…ok so…yeah here ya’ll go
Benny snarled like a furious animal. Thrashing against the hold of the vampires that held him down. “ Now, now Benjamin.” The Old Man crept closer, bending over Benny’s face, “ You have only yourself to blame.” The bastard leaned forward, close enough that only Benny could hear him. “ Thou shall have no other god before me. Remember?”. With that, he reared back and punched Benny in the gut, making the strong man grimace but he didn’t take his eyes off his maker.
“Ya not a god, ya bastard,” Benny snarled, “ ya just a monsta like the rest ‘ah us.”
The ancient vampire dropped his smug expression. He stretched himself up to his full height and looked down at the blindly enraged Cajun on the floor. Benny’s cap had been knocked off in the struggle and his jacket was torn. He noticed the henchman holding his left leg had loosened his grip just enough…
Benny swung his leg around, knocking two men over in their shock. His actions had made the women holding his arms let go and scamper into corners for safety. Benny stood, ready to attack The Old Man. He let his fangs protrude further from his gums, ready to battle it out with his Maker. That’s when the sight caught him. He wasn’t in the Old Man’s mansion like he’d thought he was. He wasn’t in his camper back in Louisiana, either. The walls were covered in books, the metal stairway leading up to the door. He breathed in, under the scents of the other vampires and old books, he could pick up the scents he’d become familiar with since he’d rode Sam out of Purgatory.
The leather and whiskey of Dean, the other world smell of Cas and the ink and earthy musk Sam carried around with him. He was in the Bunker, the library. That’s when the new scent hit him and blood ran ice cold.
Sweet. Sweeter than any flower he’d smelled in his human life or after. It carried the memory of sunlight and innocence with just the edge of something spicy and addictive.
Benny started to panic. No, Nononononono. This wasn’t happening. NO!
“Ah, I see you can smell our guest of honor.” The Old Man spoke behind him and Benny turned. The Old Man had (Y/N) in his grasp, his hand tangled in her hair to hold her head at an angle to reveal her neck. Her eyes were round and frightened as they met Benny’s. Benny felt the fear cloud his mind, “ Don’t…please.” He’d beg, he’d plead. He’d even take her place. “Benny?” Y/n’s voice was full of fear, mixed with confusion. Benny felt the tears well in his as he tried to smile, “ Its alrigh’ Sunshine. J-Jus leave it ta ol’ Benny. Kay?”
Y/N whimpered when The Old Man tightened his grip on her hair, “ You betrayed me, Benjamin. Traitors must be punished.”
“Please don’t. I’ll do anythin’.” Benny hit his knees to beg. The last thing he saw was Y/N’s throat being ripped out.
Benny sat up in bed, his skin soaking the sheets with cold sweat. His hands shook as he wiped them across his eyes, discovering them leaking tears. He took a shaking breath and looked next to him. Y/N lay there, sound asleep with her hand curled by her cheek. Her lips were parted a little, her soft breathing the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard in both his lives. He reached out hesitantly, terrified this would be just another dream, and stroked the hair that lay on the pillow. When she didn’t dissolve, Benny touched her cheek, traced her nose, felt the tickle of her lashes as he ran the tip of his finger over them.
He sunk back to the mattress and did the only thing that calmed him when the nightmares overtook him. He slid a strong hand underneath her and manuvered her so that her chest was pressed close to his ear. The soft cotton of the shirt she wore caught on his scruff and her scent enveloped him so that it was the only air he ever wanted to breath. He pressed his ear to her and closed his eyes. Buh bum…buh bum…
The sound was so beautiful it brought tears to his eyes again. Ever since he’d met her when Sam brought him back from Purgatory ( completely against Benny’s better judgement) the old vampirate had taken an immediate liking to the sassy huntress Dean had taken under his wing when her family had been killed by a Shifter. She was the only one who’d made sure he felt welcomed and was comfortable during the transition. They had quickly fallen head over heels for one another. Everything seemed perfect..until Benny tried to sleep.
Nightmares of his life when he was newly changed, especially of the night he thought Andrea had died, haunted him when the lights went out. Only now, it was Y/n’s face that was distorted in pain, her eyes going dim with death, her blood drenching the floor….
“Benny?” Y/n’s soft hands ran through his short hair and cupped his damp cheek. “ Did you have a bad dream?” her sleepy voice was so cute he had to chuckel. “ Its nothin’ cher. Go back to sleep, Sunshine.” But she moved so that she was facing him, Y/e/c eyes meeting those baby blues. “ Its ok, Benny. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” she soothed him as she stroked his broad back. Benny closed his eyes to the rush of emotion once more. “ I just don’t wanna hurt ya, mon ange.”
Y/N pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss, “ Living without you would hurt more than any death, Benny. I love you.”
The huge Cajun wrapped his large arms around the tiny woman by his side and kissed her back gently “ I love you too, cher.”
Sam snorts out a surprised laugh. “You called me a cabbage while you were eating my ass? What the hell?”
“Sweet bun,” Benny says defensively. “I called you sweet. Cabbage is a literal translation. And don’t pretend that English pet names aren’t just as weird.”
“We don’t call people cabbage,” Sam points out. “Seriously, what the hell?”
“You call people ‘stud muffin,’ Benny points out. “How is that any better than cabbage, which, by the by, I didn’t call you? I called you sweetie.”
“Aw,” Sam coos. “Don’t get upset, you’ll always be my lettuce.”
Benny laughs and shoves gently at Sam. “Shut up.”
“Hey, be nice to me, Brussel sprout,” Sam scolds with a grin. “You’re my very special kale. I love you so much, arugula-“
“You eat too much healthy food,” Benny says flatly. “I don’t think that last one exists.”
“’Course it exists, I’m in bed with it,” Sam laughs. “And you are a very sexy cabbage indeed.”
Omg this is so freaking cute! I absolutely love it. I can totally see this happening. I love how natural and in character your humor and fluff is, anon. And you incorporate Benny’s Cajun culture into the stories so well. Also, Benny’s line about calling Sam a lot of things hit my pet names and dirty talk kinks so hard, hot damn 👀👀👀 (Sorry I couldn’t post this Thursday! My schedule has been crazy this week.)
Submitted By: @bohowitch for my 900 Follower Celebration All Gif Drabbles for this celebration will be posted on my Gif Drabble Masterlist and labeled 900 FC next to them
“I’m sorry. I forgot about your plan.” “Did you really Benny! I would have been fine.” You growl “No you wouldn’t have (Y/N)! I would have lost you!” You stop. He was right and you hadn’t meant to scare him. But you were a hunter it was part of the job description. “I’m sorry Benny you’re right.” He pulls you in for a hug, “I can’t lose you.” You kiss him, “nor I you. I’m sorry I was reckless.” “I love you (Y/N).” “I love you too Benny.”