#bennett scenario

[shepherds-of-haven]

I would kill for a SoH sequel if only to witness the sheer chaos that is the Naveen Mage Children Household.

MC: Love, did you tell the servants to change the house colors to bright yellow and teal?

Lavinet: Of course not darling, you know bright yellow clashes with my complexion.

MC: ... Right.

Shifter daughter overhears the conversation and slowly backs away.

MC after having 5 Mage daughters with Lavinet's personality:

[bedoballoons]

Bad Luck Bennett with a Good Luck Reader?

Like ever since Bennet spend time with Reader nothing bad ever happened because Reader is a walking Good luck🍀

Need to see this Benny Boy happy with Extra Luck 🤞

This is so fluffy and sweet, thank you for requesting it and I hope you enjoy <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Lucky charm~༺}

CW: Super fluffy and adorable!

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𑁍༄Bennett:

Bennett smiled brightly at you, his entire being radiating happiness like never before, all because of you...his lucky charm. He had lived with bad luck his whole life, dealing with neverending papercuts and trips down hills, bruises and scrapes appearing more often than not on his skin...but now, it was like you had turned it all around.

He would wake up early in the morning, humming excitedly as he got dressed without fumbling and ate his food without chocking for once. He'd find you with that perfect luck of yours that left him in awe, you were like the wish he'd always asked to come true and he could barely handle how amazing everything had turned out. "Hey!! Do you want to go adventuring today?! I heard there was a spot by Starfell Lake that has a overflow of crystalflies! We could travel there and hopefully catch them flying around at night!"

You chuckled softly, a light blush dusting your cheeks as he bounced towards you...you never really believed you were luckier than anyone else...until you realized you had him. Sure you made him feel like the luckiest guy alive...but he had no idea he made you feel the exact same way. "Of course I do! Let's hurry! The sun's already setting!"

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[goldfish-afterhours]

Genshin Characters During Finals Season (College AU)

Characters: Zhongli, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Albedo, Bennett, Childe, Kaeya

Type/Genre: Bulleted headcanons, comedy

Warnings: Foul language, slightly suggestive humour/for comedic purposes

Zhongli

Calm and collected at first

As the days go by, Zhongli would start looking more and more like a tired dad

Walks around slightly frowning, bags under his eyes from all nighters, and clutching a mug of coffee so hard that people are afraid it’s gonna break, but even more afraid to tell him to be careful

Has heat compresses on the back of his neck and forehead to ease the headaches from the lack of sleep

Probably told Childe to shut the fuck up and mind your own business when he warned him about his cup

“Childe, if I do not kill this final I will kill you in its stead. Leave me be.”

Thoma

Probably part of one of those student care organizations that makes care packages for other students

His smile when he hands out the packages is so bright and healing it could bring back the dead

Always motivating his peers and tries to keep everyone’s spirits up

Offers to get everyone in the study group coffee

He’s not the best at school but he has a lot of friends that are willing to tutor him and do his assignments help him with his work

Likes to snack while he’s studying

“No giving up yet! Let’s take a snack break, you’ll think better with something in your belly.”

Venti

Chills at a coffee shop with a big friend group to “study”

They do jack shit

Probably spends more time staring at the drink menu than his exam notes

Grade A procrastinator, does all his homework the night before it’s due and studies for exams the morning of

Due tomorrow do tomorrow amiright

Always seems to do okay tho?? People wanna scold him for his bad study habits but he actually does okay in school so they can’t really say anything

Doesn’t study hard but parties 100x harder

“Come on, live a little! If your exam is at 2pm, you can just start studying at 9 tomorrow morning and you’ll be fine.”

Xiao

Pulls all nighter after all nighter after all nighter after all nighter after-

No one can ever find him during the day on campus or in his dorm—it’s like he despawned and just does not exist

Only time he is spotted by others is always at 3am in the morning like a cryptid and he looks like a zombie

He’s actually working a part time job along with going to classes and helping others with their work. An angry looking good boy.

Studies in the lecture halls by himself, blasting music as loud as he can on his headphones to keep himself awake

Mf going to go deaf is2g lower ur volume boi

“…hey. I’m getting a coffee, do you want one?”

Albedo

Plans his time meticulously. Has an extremely organized planner where he writes out exactly what he’s going to do at every hour of the day so he can maximize his week

Includes mealtimes, breaks, and poop times relaxation periods

Usually studies in his room, but for some reason people keep barging in on him to ask for study help so he has to find different hiding places to work in peace

So far, the best place has been the graduate students lounge. No he does not belong there, but no one questions him because it looks like he does

“If you really need my help, I have twenty seven and a half minutes between lunch and my bathroom break this Thursday. Come find me then.”

(Rejected quote: “What’s my masters in? No no, the only thing I’m a master of is your mom.”)

Bennett

The type of person to have the “please don’t talk to me I have work to do and if you talk to me I won’t stop” sign on his back while working in the library

Fell asleep while completing an assignment

Missed the midnight deadline for said assignment

Slept through the exam the next morning

At this point just let him sleep at least he won’t have to deal with it then

“That was a good nap…now I got the energy for my assignment and the exam!”

Childe

Would be a good student if he wasn’t bothering other people so often

Probably bakes when he’s stressed. His roommates are always awoken at 4 in the morning to the sound of the oven beeping and the heavenly smell of freshly baked cookies

Has a friendly rivalry with Zhongli. He always asks when Zhongli will be turning in an assignment, and what mark he’s aiming for for the final exam

Turns in the final paper at least a week before it’s due and aims for ten percent higher than Zhongli on the exam

If he needs bonus marks to reach that then so be it

Otherwise slacks off a bit

He’d be a really good student if he wasn’t so competitive with Zhongli all the time

“You good, Zhongles? You trying to squeeze a better grade out of that mug?”

Kaeya

This man probably used red bull as the liquid for his instant coffee

An absolute menace and loves messing with people

Tells them that the exam is on a whole other different thing than what they were studying for, or that the due date of a big assignment was changed

Nobody goes to him for help

If you do genuinely need help with a concept, though, he’s more than willing to help

Just make sure to provide adequate compensation for him ;)

By compensation I mean more red bull this man has drank 3 cans in ten minutes please stop him

“What? If they do shit, that only helps with our bellcurve, right? Their fault for trusting me anyways~”

[ishizzle]

Help, I'm Alive

The first time Amber saved Mark from Anissa, she was scared shitless. Her heartbeat in her ears sounded like a flickering candle, her palms were sweaty, bile got stuck in her throat, and all she could see was the darkness.

Mark spoke to her so warmly, however, it was as if Amber could see a light.

"Amber..."

She kept her eyes squeezed tight. The sound of bones crunching filled her ears, rubble clogged her throat, and Mark's blood dripped onto her skin.

Amber didn't want to be here. She wanted to run so fucking badly. But she was too scared to move, too scared to leave Mark when he sounded like... like he was dying.

"Amber, I love you."

His words were clogged by blood pooling in his throat as Anissa beat her fists on his back again and again. Leveling the street with each mighty blow. Mark's spine would break if he kept this up.

"A-Amber I-Iloveyou."

Stop speaking. She wanted to tell him to stop speaking and close his eyes like her so that everything would be OK.

"A-Amber I lov-love y-you."

How could things be OK? How could anything be OK? Mark was invincible, and Invincible was dying!

The screams of the public and car alarms rang too loudly for Amber to think. It was too tight under Mark's protection to move even if she wanted to. Why didn't he just leave? How could he countlessly choose to stay and endure this?

"Am-hah-" He gurlged, "Anmbur-"

"Mark..." Amber whispered, holding his secret identity close to her heart like a soothing balm.

Because Invincible didn't want anything bad to happen to innocent people, and Mark Grayson didn't want anything bad to happen to Amber Bennett.

"M-Mark I-"

"You must want to die here!" Anissa hammered her into them.

Like she wanted to die here! Amber decided then and there that she wanted to be surrounded by loved ones and flowers dying of old age a long, long time from this moment. She wanted to live to be so old she forgot this moment even happened.

She wanted Mark to take her home.

She wanted Invincible to fly her off to safety.

She wanted to go on a goddamned date.

But she couldn't get what she wanted, and it wasn't fair.

None of this was fair to either of them.

In fact, it wasn't fair because of one violent woman in very close range.

So, since fighting that unfairness was not working, in those final moments, Amber let the sickening, tired discomfort consume her evert being.

It felt so hot she thought she would melt.

"I love you too."

When Amber finally opened her eyes, Mark was surprised.

Instead of seeing dark green, they were pure white.

While he gawked, she reached past him with a bright beam emerging from her palm and struck Anissa through the eye socket like a knife cutting through butter, shock knocking her off balance.

Mark gasped for air. He had to get Amber out of here.

As if he wasn't broken and bleeding, he cradled Amber tenderly against his good arm before immediately flying up, up and away from Anissa's temporarily blinded ass.

He had to get her to get her far away. Far, far, far, far away.

There was so much blood.

Was it his, Anissa's or Amber's?

Luckily, with the andrenaline rush and desperation coursing through his veins, Invincible could hear the heartbeat of just the government official he needed to see.

It was time his girlfriend got a personal bodyguard.

A03

[lilacmorelikelerlac]

Here’s the fic for October 3rd ^^

Razor x Bennett

I hope you all enjoy<3

Day 3 - Cuddles

It rarely snowed in Mondstadt, unless someone wanted to include the Cryo Regisvine and Dragonspine as tourist attractions. Nonetheless, there are days when the wind can be nippy and the ground grumpy and brittle. Some Mondstadters say it means Barbatos is warning them that the crops must be rotated. After all, planting grapes for wine over and over will ruin the land. Alas, on the days that are this abrasive, the boars are easier to catch. Everything is less nomadic in the cold.

“Brr…it sure is a bit chilly…huh, Razor?”

The wolf boy nods, “yes. Today is cold. Cold give more meat.”

“Why is that?”

“People cold stay inside. Animals cold huddle together.”

“So…more boars will be huddled in groups rather than scattered around in a field?”

“Yes.”

“Hehe, nice! Where do we look first?”

“I lead, you follow.”

“Alrighty!”

Razor continues down the trail as his friend follows.

“Bennett,” Razor says, “you seem cold.”

Bennett smiles dismissively, “well, it’s a bit windy and stuff, but don’t you worry.”

“No, teacher says we can catch a…cold.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess if you get too cold, yeah you can get sick.”

“I have an idea to help.”

“Oh? Whatcha got in mind?”

Razor takes Bennett’s hand and leads him to the ring where Boreas resides. Instead of going into the arena, the wolf boy leads the adventurer to the large fallen tree trunk off to the side of it.

“Here,” says Razor, “lupical rests.”

“Wow…it’s very spacious!”

“The tree blocks the wind- cold wind- and rain. It helps keep warm.”

“Hehe, that’s cool.”

Razor sits down on the ground, patting the spot next to him for Bennett to join him. Bennett sits beside Razor and the wolf boy nuzzles into Bennett’s chest, trying to use the friction and body heat to keep his friend warm.

Bennett giggles, putting his hands on Razor’s shoulder, “hey- hehe- Razor! That tickles!”

“Snuggle gives warmth, no tickles, Bennett.”

Bennett falls back, laying down on the ground as Razor continues to snuggle his head into the adventurer’s chest.

Razor wasn’t wrong though…to a point. It did help keep Bennett warm, but the feeling of Razor’s coarse hair on his clavicle had the dexterity of a claw with the flexibility of a feather.

Razor stops for a moment, “lupical does this to stay warm. Is it working?”

Bennett nods, “well…yes…I do feel less cold, actually…”

“Is it time to continue the hunt?”

“Well- I mean…I am quite comfortable, uh- aren’t you?”

Razor tilts his head, “mm…yes.”

“So…can we just y’know stay until it warms up, then?”

“Hm? Does that mean you are still catching a cold?”

“No, it’s just I wouldn’t mind staying here for a bit longer- hahahaha!”

Razor starts snuggling Bennett again, “lupical is stronger than the cold!”

Even if it meant the hunt would wait, Razor wanted to make sure his friend was safe and healthy. After all, lupical is family.

[angstylittleguy]

Brewing Thoughts

Part 3 of the first meeting between Rory and Bennett.

part 2 // part 1

character context: Rory is a mind reader that is unable to control her ability. The voices in her head are constant and the emotions of the people around her are often inflicted onto her. Bennett frequently gets stuck in time loops and the only way to get the loop to end is for him to survive the day.

word count: 1.2k

-> In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong masterpost link: Here

-> character introductions and moodboards: Here

The coffee shop was crowded, as was expected on a Tuesday morning. Rory didn’t think she’d ever experienced a moment where it wasn’t filled with caffeine-deprived college students. It was quite easily the only thing keeping them all alive and functioning. There was something about a large black coffee mixed with a five-hour energy that really made your heart pump.

Rory found a table for herself and Bennett while he stood in line and ordered their drinks. The crowded coffee shop was a reminder that they lived in a dog-eat-dog world, as Rory had to skirt around the bodies of her peers to find a table, and then she had to claim it by draping her belongings over the chairs. 

Bennett found her after a couple long minutes (the baristas were sleep-deprived students themselves), and he held out her coffee with the name misspelled. “Thanks,” she muttered to him, already taking a sip. It was scorching hot, and though it burnt the inside of her mouth and brought tears to her eyes, it felt good on her throat and in her chest. 

“I thought it was going to be weird to be here in my pajamas,” Bennett said, cradling his coffee in his hands still. “But it looks like other people had the same idea.”

Rory glanced around, seeing two or three other students wearing what they slept in. “You’re not the only one self-conscious,” she told him, nodding to a girl in the corner. “Coming in here was not part of her plan. But her roommate is spontaneous and she’s getting dragged along.”

“I’m not self-conscious,” Bennett told her. “I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what people think of me.” 

Rory sipped her coffee again, knowing it wouldn’t be any cooler but couldn’t find it in her to be patient. “I try to be the same way,” she said. “It’s hard though, especially when you can actually hear what they’re thinking.”

Bennett grimaced, that fact just now clicking for him and knowing that he had probably thought a few things he wouldn’t want her to hear. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Rory cut him off. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve been a lot nicer than most people.” 

Bennett finally sat his coffee down on the table. The messy writing on the cup read “Benn.” 

“I guess that’s a relief.” He gave her a half-smile. “I wasn’t exactly the nicest guy the first few times we met. It wasn’t personal, I swear. Just… it’s been difficult lately.” 

Rory could feel the weight in his words, heavy and awkward. The confession was there, though veiled in hesitation. 

“So, what do you usually do when you’re not, you know, hearing people’s thoughts?” Bennett asked, shifting the conversation, hoping to lighten the mood.”

“I’m always listening to people’s thoughts.” She took another sip of coffee. “When I’m not, I’m trying to tune them out.”

“And how do you do that?”

Rory pulled out her phone, tapping on her screen to pull up her music app. She tugged on the headphones that were draped around her neck and handed them to Bennett. He hesitantly put them on. “Ready?” she asked him, though she didn’t wait for an answer before she pressed play. 

She watched Bennett as the music blasted through the headphones, his face going completely blank for a second before he jolted like he’d just been hit with a lightning bolt. The drums hit first, so fast and loud it had to have felt like they were punching him in the chest. His hands twitched, gripping the edges of his coffee cup a little tighter, but his expression remained frozen. The volume was almost deafening, with Rory able to hear it coming through the headphone speakers from across the table. Bennett looked totally thrown off, like he didn’t know if he should laugh or run.

She turned down the music, a small smile playing on her lips as he removed the headphones and handed them back to her. “I see,” was all he said, a laugh caught in his throat. 

Rory draped the headphones back around her neck.

“That’s definitely… one way to drown out everything,” he said, shifting in his seat. 

“It works for me sometimes. Gives me something else to listen to. I’m always hearing things. Every day I wish I couldn’t.”

“Yeah,” Bennett muttered, leaning back in his chair, staring into the distance. “I get it. I’ve kind of been stuck in my own head lately.” His eyes met hers, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them.

“You’re the first person I told, you know,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper. “First person that believed me, at least. Everyone just thinks I’m losing it.” His fingers absent-mindedly traced the rim of his coffee cup. “It’s hard to explain, you know? And I don’t know if it’s ever going to stop. Maybe today’s the day it ends. Or maybe it won’t. I just—” He trailed off, glancing out the window, unsure of how to finish his sentence.  

Rory didn’t say anything for a moment. Instead, she took another sip of her coffee, letting the warmth spread through her. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say either. “Yeah, I get it. I really do. It’s like being stuck in your own head, but it’s your world that’s not real.” She shrugged, her eyes drifting to the table. “It’s like I can hear everyone’s thoughts, but none of them feel real either. Like, they’re all just noise.”

Bennett met her gaze then, and for a moment, they were both just two people, sitting in a crowded coffee shop, connected by something neither of them fully understood. “I don’t want to be stuck forever,” Bennett said, his voice rough with a mix of fear and resignation.

“You won’t be. This loop may not end today, or even tomorrow, but it will end. I’ll make sure of it.”

Bennett studied her for a moment, like he was trying to decide whether or not he believed her. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. 

Rory pushed her phone towards him across the table. “If it ends—or if it doesn’t—text me. I’ll be there, either way.”

Bennett hesitated, then pulled his phone out, unlocked it and holding it out to her. “Here,” he said quietly.

She took his phone, added her number quickly, and handed it back. 

For a moment, they just looked at each other—both of them, in their own way, waiting for something to change, or at least to feel like it might.

And then Bennett looked at his phone again, half-laughing under his breath. “If it ends,” he said, his voice almost teasing, “I’ll text you first. Even if it’s just to say, ‘I’m free.’”

Rory smiled, the first real smile that had crossed her face in a while. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said softly.

[thisisourlovestory]

I’m crying the amount of Charlie Bushnell Lynn Painter puts on her insta story is genuinely driving me to insanity

Or maybe there’s just something wrong with me

At this point who knows

[liviavanrouge]

Teyvat School pt 3

Freminet: *Hurries to class with Pers in hand, peeking into the garden area* Hello?

Zhongli: Ah, Freminet, welcome to History..

Zhongli: I am Zhongli, your History Teacher..

Zhongli: Ei decided to have small groups for each classes

Freminet: Alright...

Zhongli: These are your classmates, Harumaki, Kazuha, Bennett, and Collei

Freminet: Mualani isn't here, she left earlier than me-

Mualani: I'M HERE!! *Slides to a stop, smiling* I got lost, Yae Miko helped me!

Yae Miko: *Waves then walks away*

Zhongli: It's fine, now that the whole group is here, let's get started with class

Bennett: Alright!!

Harumaki: YAY!!!

Freminet: *Sits on a cushion, smiling*

Zhongli: *Sits with them, picking up a book* Let's start the lesson...

~~~~

Mualani: *Walks beside Freminet* That was actually really educational, there's a lot of stuff I didn't know!

Freminet: Yeah, it was really interesting...

Harumaki: Hey! *Beams, hurrying over to the two*

Kazuha: *Walks after Harumaki, smiling* We should all walk to class together, we're in the same group after all

Collei: Yeah and it'd be fun as well!!

Bennett: I agree with Collei! We could all get to know each other as well!

Mualani: Sounds great, let's go!!

Freminet: *Smiles slightly, walking with the group, Harumaki's hands on his shoulders as she glided behind him*

Kazuha; Where are you guys from?

Colleu: Sumeru! It's a great place to live, Cyno and Tighnari dropped me off here!

Freminet: I'm..Freminet..wait you already know that, I mean, I am from Fontaine, I'm the representative, the Duke brought me here and helped sign me up

Bennett: I'm the representative for Mondstadt! Jean brought me here along with some other friends of mine!

Kazuha: Wow, what about the rest of you

Mualani: I'm from Natlan!

Harumaki: I am a sea monster from Liyue and I'm the representative as well!!

Kazua: *Stares at her alarmed* ...sea monster?

Collei: O-Oh, I didn't know that..

Freminet: *Glances at Harumaki surprised* Sea monster...

Harumaki: Yeah! *Beams, fluttering her wings* That's me!

Mualani: *Chuckles quietly, feeling slightly uncomfortable* That's great

Bennett: Yeah....let's go to class..

Kazuha: *Looks down* Yeah...

@queen-of-twisted

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I need you to know that I had a dream about going to have a picnic with Childe but I got to the Picnic Spot and FL was just chilling there so I got to have a picnic with the Moth (and then we found Bennett just. about in Liyue because he got lost so my brain is keeping him in character I suppose) BUT anyways now I’ve got Moth Picnic on my mind and I simply wanted to share

oh this is perfect actually, ever since the Gratifying Gathering web event i've been obsessed with thinking about moth with flower crowns

imagine that the picnic is a little get-together that Childe organizes after being away on a mission for a while- it's only natural that you'd spend some time apart, since he's from Snezhnaya and you're from Liyue, and you usually keep in touch via letters and small gifts that you send each other. it hurts to be away from him, but you and Childe have both accepted it as part of life, promising to cherish the time you do have together even more

but Foul Legacy hasn't accepted it. why should he? you're the love and light of his life, too, yet Childe insists on running back to Snezhnaya for some mission or another. it's cold there!! too cold, away from the warmth of your embrace, and Foul Legacy hates it

that's why when you do arrive at the location of the picnic, you find Legacy waiting for you instead of Childe, his crystalline eye brightening with a happy trill. he quickly pulls you onto his lap, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck as you scritch behind his horns. there's fruit and pastries in the basket nearby, and as you munch on them you idly weave a few flowers into a crown, gesturing for Foul Legacy to lean down. you put the crown on his head, smiling when he starts to purr, and with all the care in the world he plucks a flower from the ground and tucks it behind your ear

the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over you and your beloved Abyssal monster as you lean against each other contently <33

[dandelion-wings]

Teyvat may not have anything like adequate therapy, but "apply Bennett directly to the traumatized individual" does do a reasonable amount of heavy lifting sometimes

[magsinhiding]

Every time I rewatch Pride and Prejudice I have more and more empathy for Mrs. Bennett. She probably had some kind of anxiety disorder on top of dealing with an ungrateful family that had about ten percent of the necessary panic about marrying her daughters to wealthy men. Often she’s viewed as some silly woman with vapors when she has all this responsibility and zero power to literally keep her family from becoming homeless when her husband dies.

Panic attacks under such conditions are rather an expectation.

[call-me-a-simp]

No One Hates You More Than I Do

Just This One Time (part 4)

Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):

Summary: You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.

You're back in your locker room and just changed back into normal clothes. You're sitting in front of your mirror, removing your make up, letting random thoughts take over your brain as a knock on the door catches your attention.

"Come in" you say loudly so the person outside can hear you. The door opens and your eyes fall on Rhea through the mirror. You sigh and turn around "What do you want here?" you say, showing clear signs of annoyance.

Ripley steps in and closes the door behind her. "You remember when I practically confessed my love to you?" she immediately begins. You slowly nod, confused why she's acting like this. "I need you. Now. Please, I swear just this one time."

A moment of awkward silence follows before you burst out into laughter. "You- ha what?! Are you seriously this horny? What's wrong with you?" you keep giggling. Rhea looks a little hurt but tries not show it. "Please I swear, just this one time, I need you. Seriously!" she keeps begging.

You sigh and smile. Although you didn't admit it, you wanted to know what it was like doing the deed with a girl for quite a long time now. Not that you liked girls that way, you were just curious. At least that's what you're trying to convince yourself of.

"alright, but only this one time!" you smirk at her and take off your shirt again. "Lock the door or do you want to be caught?!" you snap at her and she hurriedly does as you say. "Good girl" you say with a low, husky voice.

"Fuck you're such a tease" she groans and also begins to undress herself. "Bottom huh?" you mock her and she growls. "We'll see" she replies in a challenging tone. You huff and walk towards her, both of you only wearing panties and a bra anymore.

Rhea was looking you up and down as you get closer, her eyes get stuck on your breasts as you are now mere inches apart from one another. You slightly grab her chin to make her look at you. You were almost the same height but she was slightly taller. "Remember, this doesn't mean anything Ripley" you whisper and kiss her.

She moans and grabs your hips, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. You pull away breathlessly and Rhea groans "You can't even imagine how long I've been waiting for this". She picks you up and throws you onto the couch, quickly positioning herself on top of you and kissing you again hungrily.

You grab her ass and squeeze it, making her moan into the kiss. She then begins to play with your tits, taking off your bra as she does so. "Hah fuck" she grins and buries her head in your neck in embarrassment as she starts grinding on your lap.

You chuckle and open her bra, throwing it to the side. You give her breasts a firm squeeze before slapping her ass. She gasps at the sudden move and you scold her "stop grinding you needy whore! It's my job to pleasure you!"

Rhea whimpers quietly and you push her off of you. She lays down so you're on top now and you instantly begin to tease her by trailing your hand up and down her body, playing with her breasts and everything but making sure to never touch her where she needs you.

"Fuck y/n please" she breathes out. You smirk. "You're so wet already baby, I didn't even do anything". She moans when you call her names which turns you on. Without any warning you push two digits in her pussy and she almost screams, but then smothers it.

You didn't hurt her and if you did you wouldn't care, would you? It would have been a scream of pleasure and surprise, right?

You push in and out of her, rubbing her clit until she's close and then stop and pull out. Rhea whines and begs you to keep going but you cut her off and tell her it's your turn. She reluctantly agrees and you switch positions again.

"I have one condition though" Rhea says before lowering her head between your legs. "What is it pretty girl" you tease her and watch as her mask drops for a split second. "From now on until I'm done, it's Mami for you, understand?" she advises you. You nod and confirm with a simple "yes Mami". She grins happily and lowers her head to start licking your clit. You hum from pleasure and a smile sneaks onto your face.

You let your hand glide through her slicked back hair and grab a fistful of them when she suddenly slides her tongue past your entrance. You squirm as she unexpectedly hits the right spot at the first time. "heh, you're good Ripley" you huff.

Rhea stops, slaps your ass cheek and locks at you with a daring expression. "Sorry, Mami" you correct yourself and she goes back to eating you out. You eventually come on her face and she happily licks it up. "Good girl" she grins at you and crawls back up to give you a taste of yourself.

"Wouldn't have made it without you, that's for sure" you whisper and pull her down for another kiss. "But now it's your turn baby. Ride my fingers and keep eye contact" you grin as Rhea blushes. It embarrassed her, having to maintain eye contact during such an intimate moment, but she did as you told her to.

"y/n please, let me cum I can't take this any longer" Rhea begged after a few minutes. "Just a little more, I know you can do this" you snarl. She whimpers and tries to keep going, tears sneaking out of the corners of her eyes. You pull her head down a little and whisper "Cum for me pretty girl"

Rhea let's out a loud moan as she cums over your hand and hips and collapses onto you, breathing heavily and even crying. You hold her tight, rubbing her back to calm her down. "Didn't expect that, sweetie huh" you whisper and kiss her temple. "You okay?" she nods slightly and sits back up.

You cup her cheek, wipe away her tears with your thumb and smirk. "It was nice doing business with you, Ms Ripley" you say, get dressed again and walk out the door like nothing happened.

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Here you go, the promised smut! 🤭

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[oswinunknown]

i know theres the post about being a cowboy meeting a farmers lone son who doesnt seem to have an interest in women and you both take a swig from the same flask and i feel that

but like

what about the days where its the late to early 1800s-1900s and you are at some friend or cousins party not really fitting in with the crowd but enjoying the food and festivities, adjusting the cuff of your sleeve as you half pay attention to some conversation when you happen upon some nice gentleman from across the room who caught your eye by the way the sun made his hair shine and his eyes glow the same color of his tie and you manage to look away before you can feel him look back at your direction

and you two get introduced eventually by the shared friend and get to talking, discovering that he is a well respected member of the community and has such a way with words around the people he meets and you force yourself to remember that but cant help but continue to talk to him, your conversation feeling alive as you find yourself lost in his words and thoughts and before you know it, the party is over and you say your farewells. returning to your home as you cant help but imagine many more conversations with that man, feeling a disconnect between what you heard about him to the man you met that day, quietly brushing it off thinking that it will be a passing interest till eventually you happen upon him in public by sheer luck, passing by some park of some kind as he greets you and you're surprised that he even remembers your name before you get to talking again, realizing the day has long since ended yet it feels like you just started talking before splitting again, this time with another meet up planned between you two.

this goes on for several months, even years, where you both believe that its just two men being close friends but deep inside there's a yearning for something soft and domestic, yet you still go to parties where you know he will be at, plan and go to outings where its just the two of you doing god knows what and engaging in pleasant conversation and sometimes peaceful silence, and assisting the other with work or projects whenever possible, acquiescing to living the rest of your life sharing loving glances when the other isnt looking, ignoring their gaze when you can feel them looking back at you with that same smile that only you know, still feeling a minor prick of jealousy at seeing people throw themselves onto him and feeling a sense of odd pride when he declines and simply walks towards you for another riveting conversation, feeling confident whenever you greet him as casually as you do among people whom asume hed have nothing to do with someone like you, and relishing in every small touch you share, the feeling of his hands holding yours as he tries to teach or show you something fresh in your mind and not like it was years ago.

and despite it all, you never manage to tell him this, whether by some secret or because of the times, and come to peace with it after years of lying in your bed alone, staring up at your bedroom ceiling as you feel your heart pound against your chest when you remember every precice detail of him when it was just you.

[calmbigdipper]

My OCs for a thing I call Community Disservice, in which a bunch of very emotionally lost high schoolers reluctantly create a club to help people through sharing their love of the arts!

This is my current header but I also wanted to post it ^_^

[captivemuses]

@primowishes hit the ❤ for a starter

He was in so much trouble, he just knew it. One would think Bennett would know better that a lot of Klee's ideas for anything involve using her bombs, but Bennett's luck when Klee asked him if he wanted go to fishing, he thought she meant the normal way. He'd brought a fishing rod and bait and everything! So when the little girl had been there at the lake with nothing but her backpack, Bennett had planned on just letting her use his until the BOOM had sounded in front of them and Bennett had been rolled down the hill into the water from the blast and losing his balance.

So here the unlucky adventurer was, standing in the Grand Masters office, at least no longer totally dripping wet, but he felt bad about getting water on her floor. Hands were pressed together tight, hoping Jean would have some mercy on him.

"I'm sorry Acting Grand Master, when Klee asked me to go fishing I thought she meant actual fishing, I didn't mean to let her blow the lake up again!!"

[lilacmorelikelerlac]

Here’s a Fischl x Benny x Razor fic

Writing for Fischl was a pain in the ass man

Enjoy<33

“Hehe! Hey, Princess! Er- I mean…princezz?”

“Hmph, speaketh royal jester, doth speak thine Prinzessin’s title with such haste!”

The Raven perched on the princess’s shoulder sighs, “she means ‘it’s prinzessin, not princezz.”

“Ah,” the white haired and green eyed adventurer sighs, “my bad, I’ll get it right next time!”

A familiar voice comes, sounding over the rustling of fallen branches and leaves, “lupical!”

“Ah, Razor! Hi!”

“I brought meat but…no eat…”

Razor pulls out a dead rabbit from his cloak made of wolf’s fur. The meat was raw; clearly, the kill was quite fresh.

“Ah-! How dare thine present the Prinzessin with such?!”

Oz shakes his head in amusement, “what she meant to say was…that rabbit makes her squeamish.”

“Oh,” says the adventurer, “here, I’ll take care of it-!”

He trips on a pebble that didn’t exist and lands with a thud, “ow!”

“Bennett,” Razor crouches down next to Bennett, “are you hurt?”

Bennet laughs, trying to lift the mood as he dusts himself off, “it’s okay. I was having a good day so far! My luck catches up to me at some point each day, just a matter of when, hehe.”

Razor nods, changing from a crouch to a sitting position, “is hurt?”

Bennett talks as he puts the dead rabbit away in his bag, “well, yes, but it’s okay! As long as you guys aren’t infected by my bad luck, I’ll be all good!”

“Fret not, my dear subjects! Thine wretched curse prevails not under the Prinzessin’s gracious eye!”

Oz quickly translates, “Fischl means that your bad luck won’t affect you as long as she’s here.”

Bennett grins as he gives her two thumbs-up, “thanks, Princess! You’re the best!”

Razor shuffles over to Bennett to sit closer to him, and Bennett puts his arm around the wolf boy, scratching his head affectionately.

Razor kicks his leg rapidly with pleasure, tilting his head towards Bennett’s hand.

“Scratches, I like,” Razor says as he grins.

Bennett suddenly got an idea, “my dad’s always have a few stray dogs that come by each night, looking for a few extra snacks that they can offer. They like it when you pet their bellies. Would you like something like that, Razor?”

Razor nods, laying on his back, “yes.”

Bennett starts to pet Razor’s stomach and Razor purrs, seeming to enjoy it very much.

Razor tilts his head after a few minutes, “princess also wants scratches?”

Fischl’s eyes widened, “me-? Is Thou questioning the present state of Prinzessin der Verurtilung’s desires? I shan’t take part in any such pastime! My abdomen does not allow for foolish tendencies such as this-!”

A smile is heard in Oz’s voice,, “what she means is that she’s very ticklish, so she likely couldn’t handle that for very long-”

Fischl’s face flushes, immediately turning to her companion, “Oz!”

Oz laughs, “oh, haha, was I not supposed to say that? Is that not the true reason?”

Fischl’s eyes narrowed in denial, “no, in fact, ‘twas far from it.”

“Aha, prove me wrong then, dear Prinzessin.”

Fischl purses her lips together, sitting down next to Bennett and Razor. Razor grins, only wanting to show Fischl the affection that Bennett showed him.

Razor pauses, he only knew how to receive belly rubs…not how to give them to others.

“Oh,” says Bennett, “I’ll show you. You just go like this,” Bennett glides his hand up and down Fischl’s stomach softly.

Fischl’s eyes widen and she bites her lip, trying to prove to Oz that she can handle it.

“Ah,” Razor nods, “I understand.”

Razor glides his hand over Fischl’s stomach, mimicking Bennett’s motions. The wolf boy had long nails to help him move around Wolvendome and catch prey, and Fischl didn’t mind this until she felt the tips of those nails along her skin.

Oz lands on the ground at Fischl’s side, clearly enjoying the scene.

“Remember when you were little,” spoke the Raven, “and when you would cry to the point of incoherence, I’d have to cheer you up?”

Oz drags one of his wings down Fischl’s sides and the Prinzessin squeaks, “Oz-! Hahahaha!”

Oz chuckles as he continues his reminiscing, “this always works- no matter what happens.”

Fischl continues squirming around as her ticklishness dawns upon her, “ha- hahahaha- halt!”

All three of them stop, somewhat reluctantly. The woods felt so less serious, with the princess’s laughter rustling the leaves, rather than a chilling breeze.

“It appears that my initial deduction was correct. It’s been less than a minute, Prinzessin.”

Fischl sighs, pouting, “I shan’t hear slander from thee.”

Oz laughs softly, “pardon, I couldn’t help myself.”

Bennett smiles, “I’ve never seen you laugh like that before, Princess!”

“Ah-?! I’ll inform you that my reign is filled with mirth indulged in by my subjects on behalf of their Prinzessin.”

Oz quips, “she means she laughs quite often…for the most part.”

Razor grins, “I am happy because we are happy.”

Bennett’s smile widens, “hehe, that’s right!”

Fischl relaxes, letting go of her embarrassment, “indubitably.”

Oz pecks at his wings, agreeing, “if I may add, I’m very happy that the three of you are such good friends.”

Bennett looks at Oz, “you’re our friend, too!”

Razor nods, “Oz our friend!”

Fischl and Oz look at each other then back at the two boys.

Bennett’s eyes light up, “oh! We should cook the rabbit, now!”

The adventurer pulls out the rabbit and a pair of sticks to start a fire, but Fischl takes the sticks from him.

“Doth not, Klee will be framed if we send the forest into the fray.”

“She means you’ll start a wildfire, and all the flames will make Jean thing Klee did it, Bennett.”

Benny sighs, knowing it’s probably true.“Oh, hehe, I suppose you’re right.”

“It’s okay,” Razor smiles, “we can cook rabbit together!”

“Hehe, thanks buddy.”