#benés

[queenie-the-court-jester]

hiii!! still getting used to messaging bloggers, so i apologize if i seem rude 😭😭 im a lil shy…

just wanted to say i LOVE your writing and each of your yanderes! im literally obsessed each time you post and love each one of your OCs. 🥺🥺🫶 the amount of depth of details you put into them blows me away!! \(^ヮ^)/ you are one of my absolute fav blogs and for once a blogger that doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable to contact ❤️❤️

i hope you don’t mind me asking for more content of the farm fics!! i would love to see more big daddy and mrs béne, or the koi quintuplets! maybe how they would be if reader fell in love with them or confessed to them? feel free to ignore or take your time; personal matters come first!! ♡

can i be 🍧 anon?

Even sweeter than honey

a/n: awww shucks.. you got me blushing up a storm 🍧😊 also I'm guessing you already know how horny I make my ocs, so this'll be no excuse 😭🌺

Tw: none I think, just pure fluff and horny idiots

tancho: he would want to belly flop with joy! When you finally say yes to his insistent need to mate with you, he'll nearly faint from all the blood pumping into his nerves. Expect lots of nosebleeds during the consummation

kiko: she's the more quiet one out of the five, giving you a happy smile and leading you a bit far away from the little dock. Where you can both mate peacefully with no surprise guests p.s. it doesn't work

hime: her little fin ears start wiggling with joy as she drags you into water, holding you and making you float along with her as she smothers you with her love. Making Happy clicking sounds, she splashes any of her siblings that get too close

Tsu: they clap their hands in joy and sit themselves up on the little dock next to you. Copying what they saw the other land dwellers do. Holding your hand, kissing your lips, and they may or may not do it Infront of their siblings. Giving the 4 a shit eating grin as they claim you

Koromo: who let this horny bastard out of the underwater cave. As soon as you agree he's dragging you into the water and into their cave. Already tugging off your clothes and ravaging your neck with kisses. Impatient to get you nice and full with his eggs

Mr's bené and big daddy: they're elated! Mr's bené Dragging you to the barn with big daddy close behind. If you're afab, she'll hold you close with your back pressing against her lactating tits, all while big daddy pounds into you. If you're amab, surely you can wait 3 more months until the baby is born? Meanwhile,you can get a head start with big daddy

[kundst]

Vlastimil Bené (Cz 1919-1981)

Zbraslavská Road (c 1969-1971)

Oil fixed on hardboard

[lisamarie-vee]

[conscious-naivete]

A PARALELL DIMENSION????? THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE ALIENS

[daletraesp]

Ver la letra de la canción “Bené” de PNL

[daletraeng]

Check out the lyrics for the song “Bené” by PNL

[dizi-tahmincisi]

Bené Kimdir?

Bené, Tanrı Kent (Cidade de Deus) filminde önemli bir karakterdir.

Bené, Tanrı Kent (Cidade de Deus) filminde önemli bir karakterdir. Kendisi, Tanrı Kent’in en sevilen ve saygı duyulan gençlerinden biridir. Diğer karakterlerin aksine, o şiddetten uzak durmaya çalışan, barışçıl ve yardımsever bir kişiliğe sahiptir. Bené’nin özellikleri: Liderlik: Çevresindeki insanlar tarafından sevilen ve saygı duyulan doğal bir liderdir. Onun sözü dinlenir ve fikirlerine…

[sinema-karakterleri]

Bené Kimdir?

Bené, Tanrı Kent (Cidade de Deus) filminde önemli bir karakterdir.

Bené, Tanrı Kent (Cidade de Deus) filminde önemli bir karakterdir. Kendisi, Tanrı Kent’in en sevilen ve saygı duyulan gençlerinden biridir. Diğer karakterlerin aksine, o şiddetten uzak durmaya çalışan, barışçıl ve yardımsever bir kişiliğe sahiptir. Bené’nin özellikleri: Liderlik: Çevresindeki insanlar tarafından sevilen ve saygı duyulan doğal bir liderdir. Onun sözü dinlenir ve fikirlerine…

[vanillaaa777]

[lily-alphonse]

"A Debt Settled" (Balor x Farmer)

Fandom: Fields of Mistria

Content: F/M

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,279

“Ben I um–” he stopped himself and looked away. When he spoke again his voice was firmer, less shaken. “The rain’s almost stopped.” She didn’t turn to check. His hand was still on her wrist. It felt like, for once, she had gotten close to seeing something vulnerable from him, and it was already pushed back down so quickly. 

@aug-kissed Aug-Kissed Week 2: Gentle Peck. When farmer Ben took shelter from the rain at Balor's wagon, she never expected the night would end like this...

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Guess who literally just got this game lol I am already throwing my hat into the fandom because I know I'm going to write more for it.

I got this idea running through town in the rain and coming across Balor. My mind immediately went to "Oh fancy meeting you here... in the rain like this... maybe we should shelter somewhere together" because Im a lovestruck dork lol. I think it'd be cute to do a bunch of these. Being caught in the rain with various villagers.

My farmer's name is actually Bené but I shortened it to Ben for simplicity's sake.

[sulfies]

ight I need you to write a fic with that desmond/ezio drabble you made rn

Best I can do is another small blurb for the poor hungy orphans🫡 CostumeChange desmond part1 here

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”So…”

They were seated across from one another, Desmond's foot tapping on the floor rhythmically.

”So?”

Ezio’s arms were crossed, posture relaxed now that he knew he didn't have an enemy spy ready to butcher his disciples. Since he could take in the other person and the situation properly, It was hard to not find it funny.

”How long did you, really, think you could pull this…”

Desmond sucked in an amused breath “Lets just say, knock on wood, If you were to die, they wouldn't have missed you.”

Ezio’s hand hit his knee “Bah, Not recognising your own mentor! If this wasn't a special issue that most likely won't repeat ever again, I'd say our brotherhood is in shambles.” He leans back more in his seat. “Surely you could have gotten supplies elsewhere or even gone to the merchants I go to, since I am assuming you know about them too. Why come here to parade around as… me?”

His tone still on friendly side, Desmond flinched a bit at the last question. “I didn't plan on acting as you… I needed assassin gear, so I came here to steal some. Right as I was gearing up some novice walked in and my hood was up, then they asked for some advice, then some others shoved up and you really need to be here more often Ezio…”

”Not talking about my schedules right now, Desmond”

”Right…” Desmond clasped his hands together foot still tapping “It's not like I sent them to missions or ordered around, I was just giving tips and tricks that you would have given anyway and-“

Hearing a throat clear Desmond looked at Ezio to get back on topic “Okay okay, but I finally got to be in THE Tiber Island hideout filled with people… so I got carried away a bit, give a man a break I wasn’t thinking the best. This is like seeing…. I don't know… Jesus’s house?”

Ezio could only roll his eyes fondly at the weird comparison. “Getting compared to Jesus is weird. Especially by you.”

Desmond chuckled “Ah yes… Especially since-”

“I am your prophet…”

The silence hung in the air for a few seconds. “Are you here related to that? Do I have to decipher some godly riddles again?”

Desmond shook his head so fast “No! No god no, It's not that. Y-you already did all you had to Ezio.” He swallowed a lump. “I had to get the message through you to save the world, I’m sorry they never explained anything to you.”

”And did you? save the world, I mean?”

Ezio’s hands were on his lap now, almost as shy as his younger 17 year old self rubbing his palms nervously.

“Yeah, I did… thanks to you”

“Bené” then he repeated it again, to himself.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Just thinking abt farm hand reader taking a nap on some hay bc you have a break between what you need to be doing but big daddy n Mrs bene finding you passed out. Mrs bene moves you so you're laying on her chest or round belly while big daddy scares off anyone who wants to come snuggle the sleepy human. His cock stirring at the sight of his mates laying together, imagines how you'd look stuffed with his cum and being smothered by his wife's tits...... tehe

🐮the other farmhands were terrified of trying to save you, the big bad bull guarding you didn't help the situation. Whenever one tried getting close he'd stomp and charge at them, sending them running over the fence

🐮the owners were no help, saying you'd be fine and safe but that didn't quell your colleagues worries. Mr's bené was softly Patting your head, humming a little lullaby

🐮earlier that day, you decided to take a nap under a tree and when the couple found you, they couldn't pass this opportunity up! Bené slowly picked you up and set you on her lap, combing her hands through your hair and kissing the top of your head

🐮she had to shoo big daddy away multiple times, she recognized that look in his eyes. She didn't want him to bruise your poor body, he could get very rough. And considering the fact he was pretty big "down there".. plus he hasn't showered all day. He stinks.

🐮 bené may or may not have tried coercing your sleeping form to suckle on her tits but somehow you'd always dodge her attempts.? It's like you developed a reflex for when the hybrids try anything

🐮so after a nice a nap, you wake up to see Mrs bené and the girls cooing over you, while big daddy and johnny were busy trying to hold the dog hybrids off. Brutus bit johnny in the ass, the latter punching him in the face. It's gonna be a long day..

[medium-bloodcrafter-scion]

About Bree's Decision at the end of Bloodmarked...

Just before I fell asleep I was thinking about how one can often feel trapped in the gaze of those we look up to or those who have power over us. Internalising their expectations to such an extent that we shove aside our own desires and needs in order to avoid the humiliation of letting those people down or risking their disapproval.

Then I thought about Bree and it hit me like a ton of bricks - after her ancestral awakening she's literally living under a giant spotlight where all her thoughts, desires, and decisions are laid bare. She's the first and only Medium in the line of Vera - none of her mothers had to live with that overbearing spotlight shining on them. Her entire maternal bloodline plus that pos Arthur are privy to her internal processes and conflicts. We see Arthur exploit that through Bree's desire to see Nick, but I literally cannot imagine living with the constant feeling of being watched and having your decisions weighed and evaluated. It's exhausting.

All this to say, I always stood behind Bree's decision at the end of Bloodmarked, controversial as it was for some, because I'm #teamBree at all times, but this little light bulb - framing things this way - actually leads me to applaud her. She's only 17 but honestly in that moment she made a very mature decision, perhaps the most mature decision she's made in the entire book - choosing a path where she cultivates her autonomy, rejects the internalised gaze of her ancestors and has the freedom to make her own decisions without the lingering fear of judgement or of disappointing her ancestors, including mama Faye. That takes insight. That takes maturity.

(Tangent: It kinda reminds me of the Dune saga, specifically how Alia experiences the awakening in-utero and consequently struggles to develop her own persona, but I'll make a Legendborn - Dune parallels post later because there are many and I love that, I don't think it's by accident considering that Tracy Deonn calls herself a "Black Bené Gesserit" in her twitter bio)

It's in the Shadows and away from the scrutinising gaze and expectations of others that Bree will grow into herself. To astrologise a bit, in true Scorpio fashion she needs to be hidden away in darkness in order to transform.

Phew. Anyway now that's out I'm going back to bed.

[lisamarie-vee]

[puppybong]

my professor is the sweetest he calls me bené

[shopping-cart-magazines]

BENÉ LUSSIERE~

A lively night, as I saunter through the streets of Lyon. I stare up at the moon; A waning crescent that is a deep tint of joune. My face is stiffened as it's stricken by the crisp cold air of hiver.

This. This is what I live for, as my head is popped up with enthusiasm.

The excitement of all things new. The passing faces, smiles; The assortment of sounds that play into every piece of the scenery.

I see these things, I hold a small, dim flame of warmth for les petit joais.

Engaged in my observant nature, I open the door to what is my ritual.

What is this ritual you may ask? Is it a ritual of all things noire et obscure ? Non, pour I am an aficionado of diversions; the simple joy of a steaming mug of tea.

The appealing atmosphere of the city's esoteric, Cafe froid; where I enjoy il sereno, le musique, et my silky, honey chamomile herbal tea, with a splash of vanille to taste.

This. This is what I live for; As I'm sitting in my solitude, in preparation for le nuit.

Preparation for what ?, You may ask.

Well you see, with much enthusiasm that I hold for the streets of Lyon; I am not of the city, but rather of a sleepy little chalet in Pérouges.

What started as infrequent trips to Lyon; is now the common groove. Here and then, my parents would go on occasional date nights to the city. I was 14 when I started tagging along for the ride.

My parents would go about their way as I'd play musique for those who strolled passed. Le musique I'd play varied, for I am of many talents; Strings, brass, and the array of flavours I bring to the night.

After my father's passing, I've made it the point to liven the city with music every weekend, for I must bring home my earnings. My older brother Olivier works in the city's industrial district; Whenever he goes to work on Fridays and Saturdays, we head over to the city together.

Perhaps I feel closer to him as I do so; the warm-hearted laughter as we jest and part ways for the night. I looked to my father with grand admiration; the tales told about le gardien, our ancestry, the leaves, and things of that nature.

I know that to compose is my greatest ambition; Father would've wanted me to pursue further, to continue our legacy,et to remain steadfast in this journey.

My name is Bené Lussiere.

Born of parents Claudio et Elise; I am the fifth child out of ten. I stand at 177cm tall, quite slim in figure, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

Tonight I am dressed in a darkened grey turtleneck, with a deep velvet blue coat draped over my scrawny shoulders.

Tonight I score le paysage de une nuit à Lyon;

as I fiddle away with the bow that grazes over the strings of this petite wooden body.

To be continued -

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