#Romanian puppy

[w1nter-wolf-barnes1]

Omg I found this on Pinterest and it would absolutely be what I would say!!

Look at his face

[sunday-bug]

I just need the blurriest crumb of a photo of Seb in Norway pls someone give us something from the set I MISS HIS FACE

[navybrat817]

@cutebbyprincess ❤️❤️❤️

Sebastian Stan with a puppy for Entertainment Weekly

[tournamentofdogbreeds]

[chocobochaserstories]

Which dog breed (or any animal, it's up to you) would be a good fit for AGSZC to have as a pet?

Zack: Growing up, Zack always had a dog. I headcanon he grew up on a farm, so he always had a herding breed dog. So this means he wanted to continue that trend as an adult. He had so many breeds over the course of his childhood, so he had a hard time choosing! He eventually settled for Lucky, a Mudi he found at the shelter. Lucky was surrendered as his previous owners didn't realize he wouldn't stay tiny and cute, and had boundless energy. Zack loves Lucky and takes him on his multi-mile training runs in the morning.

Angeal: Angeal grew up poor, and so as much as he wanted a dog, he also knew that they could never dream of affording one. He didn't get a dog until his mid-twenties, when Genesis got him a puppy for his birthday (He tried so hard not to cry). The puppy in question was a perfect match for him, as Gen had been hiding questions in their every day conversation for months to find the perfect dog, knowing Angeal had always envied the Brittany Spaniel Genesis had as a child, not the breed, just the fact that Genesis was lucky enough to have a dog. The puppy, named Cricket, is a sweet little boy who enjoys sleeping on Angeal's floor while he cooks and cleans. Cricket is the best trained and fed of the dogs, being on a strict schedule and eating a diet hand-cooked by Angeal. Angeal can absolutely handle a massive dog, but as he spends long hours training himself and students, time spend in his office, and missions, he likes his low-maintenance Cricket- and because Cricket is behaved, Lazard doesn't mind dog-sitting while Angeal is away.

Genesis: Has always had animals. He's been spoiled since he was a child, with animals for status. He's had so many horses and Chocobos, and purebred dogs with champion bloodlines. Only the finest for a Rhapsodos child. That being said, Genesis took his childhood dog, Apple, with him to Midgar. Genesis was twelve when he got his Brittany Spaniel. Genesis went hunting with his father often, and while he never hunted anything too large, Apple was a champion at hunting quail. His favorite pooch was spoiled beyond belief, with only the highest quality, fresh food, even though she's perfectly fine with kibble. She's not picky, ironic for who she belongs to. Apple is well-cared for in Midgar, being dropped of every four weeks like clockwork in Wall Market for the premium package- oatmeal and milk bath, ear cleaning, full manicure (complete with all-natural paw oil for her toe beans), and a trim and groom to keep her flawless. Genesis also has a collection of dresses, collars, bandanas, ribbons, but most often she can be seen wearing her favorite collar; a leather collar in Dumbapple Purple with a matching charm and tag.

Sephiroth: An Afghan hound! Regal and independant, these sighthounds are fancy creatures who aren't too aloof, but enjoy the company of their human. Sephiroth didn't initially want a dog (he's more of a no-pets person, but would rather a cat), but he came across Afghan Hound puppies on a mission in Mideel and fell in love after seeing the mama. His dog is a refined little lady and her name is Luci, short for a name that kept popping up in his head- Lucrecia. He's not sure where it's from, but Luci is a beautiful dog and it fit her. Hojo now has an aneurysm whenever Sephiroth addresses his dog as Luci, as that was what he called his ex-wife.

Cloud: He's from backwater Nibelheim. He has the most obscure breeds no one has heard of. Cloud had Chocobos in Nibelheim, just a small flock, so his dog was always at his side and was good with the birds. He keeps a livestock guardian and protector. Her name is Athena and she is a Romanian Mioritic Shepherd Dog. Her size made her impossible to bring to Midgar, so she lives peacefully with Claudia. Athena is the best guard dog and keeps Claudia out of harm's way (she weighs about as much as Claudia). She's also a strong hunter who helps Claudia in her day to day life. She was definitely Cloud's girl though, and she used to sleep on his bed with him and spend her days with Cloud. She loves when he comes to visit, and she absolutely LOVES Tifa, often following her around the Strife home and cuddling Tifa happily.

[cillivnz]

MISS A SPOT, HIT THE SPOT [lord dimitrescu]

pairing. LORD DIMITRESCU x MAID!READER (dub!con turned consensual)

initial, DIMITRESCU SONS x READER (very dubious consent)

word count. 3072

warnings. AFAB!reader, cursing, misogynistic themes, animal cruelty (using gator-skin on furniture; don’t call PETA on me, i’m sorry), groping, a little bit of exhibitionism, dub!con, fingering, reader is pinned against the wall, reader’s family has been serving the Dimitrescus, large age-gap, oral sex (both receiving), throat-fucking, tongue-fucking, clit play, pyromania, dacryphilia, extreme degradation, belittling, spitting, penetrative sex (p! in v!), squirting, multiple & forced orgasms, extreme breast/nipple play, reader’s just being used by the family, reader is called maid as well as a pet name in Romanian, unprotected sex, creampie.

listening to. ‘Enslaved’ by Diva Destruction

notes. Y/L — Your Last Name, Y/F/N — Your Father’s Name, căprița mea mică — my little doe

A regular day in an abysmal castle.

Your ancestry were sworn servants of the Dimitrescu royals, and ensuing your father’s demise after leading a devoted life to the Lord, it was your turn.

You managed to avoid his acknowledge, as well as his sons’; something you thanked your stars for. You were still at a tender age; early twenties yet unexposed to the worldly works, courtesy of your conservative father. You loved the old man, despite him giving you constant reminders that your birth doomed him— how you should’ve been a son to continue his legacy, not a fragile, worthless woman. But those words only came out of his mouth like venom when he was made to overwork or worse— punished.

And like any other day you were dusting the halls. Except it wasn’t every other day you felt your skirt lift up fervently by two strong hands who also pinned you against the wall. An heir. Another, holding you down, while one tugged at your blouse. Alas, the Dimitrescu boys had found you.

“Well, well, the silhouette comes to life.” The one pining you spoke. He had a raspy voice with some baritone to it. “Sire, please leave me be—” you beseeched, but before you could even beg, you choked on your own words as your thong was pushed to the side. “She wants to leave, yet you roam about our land dressed like a whore.” This erupted demonic laughter from all three. “You thought we ought not to catch on?” The one below spoke, his face so close to your cunt, you felt heat radiate off of him with every syllable he dragged. “Your scent lingers— hauntingly— how we’ve chased after your ghost.” “But you were always too fast, little doe.”

“Always teasing us — where were you hiding this beauty? Hm?” One teased, his stone cold lips grazing your bare shoulder. “Moreover where had you been hiding this ass of yours?”

You jolted when a harsh slap landed on your ass, your not-so-subtle moan eliciting evil laughter from the men harassing you.

The one gripping your ass began to spread it, you writhed like a worm in their vice-like embrace, begging and praying for the abuse to be over; in a way it was.

The minute you felt something stroke your folds, prodding at your entrance, a demonic thunder struck. “What do you have here, boys?” They froze, as did you. This is the most cooperation you four have shown, as if unsaid, yet understood that if you hold your breath and close your eyes, the Lord can’t hurt you.

But slowly, as if puppies caught creating chaos by their master, did the boys move away from you. Bright yellow eyes ablaze in the monotonous dark of his castle. His eyes darted from your glassy eyes staring at him, the fear in them, to your rosy cheeks, blood-red lips, and straight to your skirt; your ass was out since a Dimitrescu brother hiked it up, the same heir, on realising what his father’s hungry eyes were doting upon, made a feeble attempt to fix your skirt, but before his fingers, barely tainted with your slick wetness, could touch the fabric of your skirt, let alone fix it, his father ordered. “Don’t you dare lay hands on her, more than you have already.” The Lord spoke with utmost calmness, and that’s what terrified the four of you, you especially, the most.

Reluctantly but obediently they stepped away from you. You were still clinging to the wall, frozen in place. “Come on over,” You saw his gloved hand motion towards him, “My chambers need cleaning.” An ominously mischievous tone and provocative smirk tugged at his lips.

The walk to the Lord’s chambers was awkward and fearful. He had insisted you walked in front of him, and you could feel eyes ripping through your flesh, your predator ready to pounce on you at any given moment.

You were making feeble steps towards his chambers, almost there, when he interrupted you, “Halt,” he said, causing you to stop dead in your tracks, but you dare not look back at him. “Clean my study firstly.” He ordered, and waited by the door for you to turn around.

Once you turned, you were met by calculating amber eyes that peered down at you from a head held high. He stood by the doorframe, and on seeing you make weak, yet progressive steps towards him, his thunderous strides entered the chamber. He was seated on a leather chair by the time you entered, as if he’d been there the entire time. ‘Gator skin,’ you heard a rumour the one time you cleaned the Lord’s study before. ‘He tore it apart with his bare hands, and had it skinned into a chair as a trophy.’ You hadn’t believed the chamberlain until you’d seen it yourself.

On the left of it was an ablaze fireplace, and in front, was a library; not colossal, yet extreme in number. Books of alchemy, instructional journals of God summonings, documentations on every supernatural creature that roamed the planet and how to kill them; even the Satanic Bible was on display.

“Do you fancy reading?” You almost jumped when his ravenous voice broke the eerie silence you were just growing accustomed to. “Yes, my Lord.” You seemed to pique his interest when he hummed after a short pause, surprised within yourself at the sudden confidence. It was clear, you preferred the father’s company to his sons’. Perhaps, you felt safe knowing he is the leash on his sons— the fear of your fears.

“Well, if your cleaning is satisfactory, perhaps… I’ll let you take some.” the Lord proposed, but somehow you knew this reward wasn’t for cleaning but something else he wanted to deem satisfactory.

You dare not utter another word and got to cleaning.

Dusting away, between books, underneath books; wiping away at the large mirror by the shelves. “What do they call you?” He asked with authority.

“Y/N Y/L, my Lord,” you hesitantly revealed. “Y/L!” He exclaimed, “You’re Y/F/N Y/L’s daughter,” he concluded in a wicked tone. With each wipe, he grew closer and closer and the horrid smile on his face grew wider and more sinister, forcing you to look back at him at a neck-snapping speed, only to catch him, still seated, gazing at you innocently.

“Mop the floors,” he requested, before adding “Maid.” As if asking your revelation of your identity fell on deaf ears that never demanded it. Without muttering, you dampen the mop and began cleaning.

This was just cruel.

You thought your saviour actually required your services, yet the man had you in the same position as his sons, except voluntarily, for you had to bend on all fours and stretch not to miss a spot, after all you were cleaning your master’s land, at his request. ‘The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,’ you sighed, only daring to think of it.

You heard fervent movement behind you, and the next thing you feel is your thong being pulled down till your ankles. It happened all too fast, you barely registered anything until his large hands spread you open to him. “They were right about you,” He spoke, intrigued, “Such exemplary beauty, căprița mea mică. Utterly pristine.”

Noticing your haltered movements, he quirked a brow. “Did I permit you to stop?” You choked a gasp, feeling his left hand trace your curves, making its way to squeeze your throat, while his right hand fiddled with your glistening folds. “No sir,” you breathed a sigh at the pleasure he was making you feel. “Fucking continue then.” He ordered and you did.

Maybe not a regular day in an abysmal castle. Your 9’6 Lord and Master, the fearsome and notorious, the head of the dreaded Dimitrescu family, Lord Dimitrescu himself, kneeling behind you while you wipe his floors, fingers stroking your lips, not yet penetrating, just— “Oh!” You moaned when a long, thick, wet something slithered about your pussy. Prodding at the places his very fingers grazed, now wiggling inside you.

You began panting, about to look back and begin your pleads when a strong hand grabbed your skull and forced it in place.

You were terrified; just a bit more coaxing and he could crack open your skull. You were less than half his size and half his age. What was more frightening to you was that it was just the tip of his tongue inside you. Your eyes rolled back and damn-near saw your brain as he began pushing more of it in.

Still, obediently, you wiped.

This pleased the Lord as he wrapped an arm over your waist to your legs and brought his thumb to your clit. The circular motions of figure-eights on your clit were frantic, causing an excruciating jolt of pleasure to run down your lower half, his anomaly of a tongue amplifying the feel.

You bit you lip, nearly drawing blood as the knot in your core grew unbearable. Feeling you clench around his tongue, Lord Dimitrescu replaced the oral attack with two of his fingers, stretching you so bittersweetly. The assault on your cunt was aching. He’d graze your g-spot oh-so-softly, slowly driving you to the edge yet deliberately prolonging the high tide. “You are making a mess, căprița mea mică,” he sighed, eyeing the slick dripping down your thighs, drenching you in all, and the wooden floor beneath you. “Allow me to help.” It was more imperative than offering, so it was but natural you grimaced in pain when he pulled out his fingers, moments before you were coming undone, only to spread your aching hole and spit into it.

You moaned; shamelessly, you let out a filthy, degraded moan, and the sound travelled straight to the Lord’s cock. “There, there,” he rubbed his spit on your folds, your swollen clit bathed in it, “All better — nice and clean.” He chuckled, causing goosebumps to arise on your spine and your breath to get caught in your throat when he shoved not two but three fingers smoothly into your weeping cunt.

You clenched at the sudden attack, bewildered at how easily you were being made to cum for your master yet again. He rose from his position to whisper in your ear, “Hits the spot, doesn’t it?” At that moment, he had you unravelling with a curl on his fingers inside you.

You screaming a string of curses, the Lord greatly amused by your sailor’s tongue.

He stood up, without a word or move. “Clean the mess you made.” He gestured down at your juices that he flowed out of your cunt. “And while you’re down there…” He unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock that sprang free, a demonic thing, it was; certainly, not pleasurable to accommodate inside, unless…

“Don’t be afraid, maid.” His baritone voice gave you absurd comfort, the tone, reassuring.

“It can’t hurt you, unless I want it to.” His pearly whites were like the fangs of a serpent, peering out, bloodthirsty for you. You wavered off the uneasiness, still eager to please your master. Grabbing his colossal cock, you began to work out the large vein on the underside of it. He hissed when you applied pressure, using both your hands in an attempt to hold it; in vain it went. You licked the tip, before slowly taking it in your mouth.

“That’s it. Show me you’re an all-rounder, maid; not just for wiping floors, show me that’s not all you can do bent over.” He chuckled, something so sinister about how his own vulgarity was so amusing to him. However, you weren’t opposed to it. After all, orders were orders; that’s one thing your father did teach you, if ordered directly, orders are orders, even if they’re fatal.

You gagged on less-than half the length, but your quick save by jacking off the inches unabsorbed by your mouth was much appreciated by the man above you. His large palm resting atop your head, slowly caressing your messed up hair into place. The gesture nearly knocked the air out of you, for when your perplexed eyes met his expectedly ravenous ones, you were shocked to see them replaced by fondness.

“You take it like it was made for you.” He cooed. You couldn’t help but put your guard down, making it unknowingly advantageous to the Lord who grabbed the same head he was caressing, as support to fuck your throat. He only chuckled at the stream of years flowing through your glassy eyes. Your flushed face tainted with tears was now red with lack of oxygen. His cock was slamming past your uvula; the bell tolls, as if he were morally obligated to.

“So young, yet you suck cock like you’ve been a whore all your life.” He chuckled to himself, before thrusting in deeply, and cumming inside your mouth. You swallowed his ichor without being told, when you stuck out your tongue to show him, he groaned, face contorted in some form of arousal, as he lifted your frame to his, kissing you with neediness. His lips were surprisingly tender, beard teasing your face while his tongue, one that swept your insides clean, forced entry into your mouth, which you hesitantly permitted.

“Dust by the fireplace, better get to it.” He said, pulling away from you. You grabbed the supplies and moved towards the said place. You hadn’t noticed when the flames became blazing, a conflagration, either way, you dipped the mop in the bucket beside you, and began wiping.

You couldn’t get much done, however, for from underneath your skirt, you felt something big prod your entrance. Rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, Lord Dimitrescu positioned himself behind you, before shoving the whole of it in. You screamed, damage was made to your vocal chords as well as your walls when the penetration quickly turned into pummelling, giving you zero time to adjust to the mammoth size of it.

Dumbfounded, cock-drunk, utterly paralysed in place, you had no choice but try to get accustomed to the relentless attack your pussy had to endure. “My…-my Lord!” You moaned, trying to form an actual sentence, “This is highly inap…-inappropriate!” You managed to muster. “Really now?” He questioned, you don’t know if it was a scoff or a laugh following his amused tone. “Who,” he paused, pushing you forward. You were now a stone’s throw away from the fire, every thrust into you pulled you back, which, despite the burn of the stretch, made you grateful for you were pulled back from the fireplace. “Do you think,” he continued, thrusting into you harder each time; the heat of the fire threatening to melt you whole, grazing your face, delicately. “You are.” He finished, slamming into you so hard, you began to cum, but before you could unravel before him, he pulled out, causing your pussy to spasm around the eerie nothingness of the room.

You were reduced to a whining mess, no words coming out of your abused mouth. “What’s the matter, maid? You want to cum?” he questioned, gripping your curvy hips. “Even when you’ve missed a spot?” One of his arms snaked on your waist, the other roamed about your spine, laying you down, before pulling your head up by your hair.

“You’re doing it all wrong,” he groaned, cock pressing against your slit, it’s new home, yet not in. He grabbed the bucket of freshwater besides you, pouring it all on the floor. “Let’s get that spot, shall we?” He said, before doing something so degrading, you felt disgusted in your own skin for enjoying.

Your hot body was used to wipe the floors of Lord Dimitrescu’s study. Ripping your blouse into shreds, he groped your breasts that had sprang free, before positioning your chest on the wet floor, and swaying you left to right.

This man, your ancestry’s master, was balls deep inside your abused pussy, fucking away the life in you, while using your tits as a mop. You moaned as your burning skin made contact with the icy puddle. “That’s how you wipe, căprița mea mică, so much better.” He grunted, the pace, the size, the girth, the sheer brutality of his sex was like a punch to the gut, nonetheless your poor cunt made feeble attempts to get accustomed to the ongoing torture. Your cunt clenched around his cock while your breasts swayed from side to side, the carpet had soupçons of water, courtesy of the fervency with which you “wiped”, which it soaked up instantly.

“My Lord, I’m going to- oh!” You yelped when he pulled out, shoving his fingers inside you and curling them. You hadn’t anticipated this, body reacting on sheer adrenaline junk that’s been coaxed out of you since the incident with this man’s sons in the halls of his castle.

Then, as fate would have it, mocking your misery, you squirted all over the floor. The juices gushing out your cunt, drowning the man that coaxed them out. He giggled, like a fucking teenager, while you fought for consciousness. Sure, you’d had sex before, he was a chef in this very place who mysteriously disappeared, but a man Lord Dimitrescu’s size? You had never held your head high around the family, avoiding their gaze like a thief, and now he’s fucking you like a stinging reminder of why you should’ve stayed in the shadows— remained a silhouette.

You were sore from the previous two orgasms, yet the man made it look easy to coax your third. The hostility your cunt displaying, clenching around the wanted, yet unmanageable penetration, was enough to unravel Lord Dimitrescu, you following with pornographic screams.

His grip on your hip and scalp was tormenting, but it soon loosened when he pumped into you one last time, pussy milked dry, filled with his overflowing load. He exhaled sharply, pulling up your panties, tapping your ass lightly. “You have been amazing — definitely considering promoting you.” He seemed very proud of his joke. Leaning down to catch your ear where you’d nearly passed out on the ground, he whispered in your ear. “Now, clean up.”

He left a moment after, stopping at the doorway to catch a glimpse of your sexy, worn out body. “My room’s next.” He said, leaving you alone with a shit load of mess to clean.

Your mess.

main masterlist. more from “resident evil: village”.

[sun-kissy]

🌺 — bucky barnes x reader where they play games like minecraft together :3 just general hcs on what bucky would be like gaming

thank you for the request lovely! just a heads-up, i know close to nothing about gaming haha so forgive me if this is all wrong :’)

bucky barnes —❀— gaming headcanons

𓇼 when you first show him a controller, bucky is super confused. his face would slowly set into a frown, and he’d be like, “why are there so many buttons??” while looking like a pouty puppy haha

𓇼 once he gets the hang of it, he gets super competitive. if it’s a co-op then he’ll carry the team, but if it’s pvp then he’ll do anything to win

𓇼 i think he definitely rage quits sometimes lol. if it’s something really stupid (like those toad mushroom things in mario kart) which make him lose, he’ll just put down the controller with a frustrated sigh haha. but he’d be desperately trying to hide his smile when you start laughing (to no avail. he can’t not smile when you laugh like that!)

𓇼 and he curses a lot when he’s concentrated (he’ll be cursing in english, russian, romanian etc… basically every language he knows)

𓇼 if you’re playing shooting games then he’s like reaaally damn good because of experience as the winter soldier

𓇼 bucky would love games with an emotional storyline, though he’d never admit it. when a character dies he would be like, “they didn’t deserve that. who wrote this?? how could they let this happen???”

𓇼 if you’re playing online, he gets really pissed and protective of you when someone is mean/toxic on voice chat etc

𓇼 whenever he gets nightmares can’t sleep, he goes to game. and if you join him it ends up being a late night gaming session till the wee hours of the morning, and he’ll force you to go to bed when you start crashing out

san’s 1k ocean odyssey

[arathejedi394]

570 degrees bucky: first in line to be emperor of romanian's extensive empire. beheads people for a living. prime minister of Europe. i said that right -- all of Europe pretty much. (great britain Ireland & Scotland are not a part of the romanian empire, but russia and everywhere else is conquered. the UK is not considered valuable enough to justify the cost of conquering it.) breaks his father the emperor's face in seven places and his hip in three places with one punch, in front of witnesses, bc said father/emperor slapped steve on the ass, and the emperor's chief of staff responds by saying "please excuse his majesty the emperor it seems he's spontaneously sprung a bloody nose." has the authority to then place the emperor under house arrest. and then keeps him there. also 570 degrees bucky: has over 1,370 individual and group scene ceramic and porcelain figurines of omega men, in various sizes and scenes, in various historical dress but most especially French Rococo period, and a significant portion of these figurines being dressed only in historical underwear, and gets really mad if you even poke them. 1,370. this represents roughly 60% of his collection of ceramic and porcelain figurines. the next largest chunk of them are all kittens and puppies. these do not include figurines made of metal or stone. don't touch his figurines. he might behead you.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Dinosaurs » Sebastian Stan

Pairings: Boyfriend!Sebastian Stan x Mom/Girlfriend!Reader with son Brandon

Summary: Sebastian meets Y/N’s 4 year old son for the first time.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames for son (buddy, sweetie), pet names for Y/N (dragă [sweetheart in Romanian])

A/N: I used Google translation for the Romanian translations.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“Sebby!” You say, throwing yourself in Sebastian’s arms.

Sebastian smiles widely and caught you by wrapping his arms around your waist. He walked inside of your house, closing the door behind him. He gently put you on your feet and kissed you passionately.

“I missed you so much, dragă.” Sebastian says against your lips.

“I missed you more.” You say.

“Impossible.” He says with a smile.

You two pulled away from each other and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Are you ready to meet my son?” You asked him.

“Yes.” He smiles. “Where is he?” He asked.

“Playing in his bedroom.” You take his hand in yours. “Follow me.” You say.

Sebastian follows behind you as you led him upstairs to your 4 year old son’s bedroom. You two walked in his room to see him playing with his favorite stuffed dinosaur.

“Brandon, are you busy?” You asked him.

“I’m not busy for mommy.” Brandon says, looking up at you with the cutest look on his face.

You and Sebastian sat down on the floor in front of Brandon. Brandon put down his dinosaur so you two had all of his attention.

“Brandon, this is mommy’s boyfriend Sebastian.” You tell him.

“It’s very nice to meet you, buddy!” Sebastian says with a smile.

Brandon looks at Sebastian, blinking a couple times.

“You’re Bucky!” Brandon says excitedly, pointing at Sebastian.

“Yes I am.” Sebastian says with a small laugh.

Brandon crawled onto Sebastian’s lap and looked up at him.

“I like Bucky.” He tells him. “So does mommy.” He says.

“Does she now?” Sebastian says, looking at you with a smile, making you blush.

“Do you like dinosaurs?” Brandon asks, changing the subject.

“Yes I do.” Sebastian answers.

Brandon reaches over to grab his dinosaur and held it up to show Sebastian.

“This is my dinosaur. His name is Mr. Dino.” Brandon says.

“He’s really cool.” Sebastian says with a smile as he admired the stuffed dinosaur.

“Do you like ice cream?” He asks, changing the subject again.

“Yes.” He answers.

“Can we get some?” Brandon asks.

“Only if it’s ok with mommy.” Sebastian tells him.

Brandon looked at you with puppy dog eyes. He didn’t need to give you that face for you to say yes.

“Of course we can, sweetie.” You smiled.

“Yay!” Brandon cheers. “Can you carry me?” He asks Sebastian.

“Of course, buddy.” Sebastian smiles.

Sebastian stood up with Brandon in his arms. You followed behind them and listened to Brandon tell Sebastian all of the cool facts he knows about dinosaurs. You smiled to yourself, loving that your son and boyfriend are bonding.

After you guys got ice cream, you and Sebastian took Brandon to the park so he could play for a while. He got tired after a half hour of running around and playing and ended up falling asleep in the car. You went to pick up Brandon from his car seat, but Sebastian stopped you.

“I got him, dragă.” Sebastian says softly.

You smiled and stepped out of the way, watching as Sebastian picked up Brandon and went inside of the house with you following behind them.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked Sebastian, hoping that he’s able to stay over longer.

“Yes. You pick the movie and I’ll put Brandon to bed for you.” Sebastian says.

You smiled and went to the living room to pick a movie while Sebastian took Brandon upstairs to his bedroom. He carefully laid him down on his bed and covered him up with a blanket and gave him his favorite dinosaur.

“Sebby?” Brandon says sleepily.

“What’s up, buddy?” Sebastian asks in almost a whisper.

“You make my mommy happy.” He says.

“Your mommy makes me happy too.” Sebastian smiles. “Goodnight, buddy.” He says softly.

Sebastian quietly closed the bedroom door. He smiles to himself as he walks to the living room.

“What’s with the smile?” You asked curiously as Sebastian sat down next to you on the couch.

“Brandon told me that I make you happy.” He says.

“I told you that he’d love you.” You say with a smile as you cuddled yourself up against his side.

You leaned up and kissed him passionately. You two smiled against each other’s lips.

“What movie did you pick?” Sebastian asks you.

You didn’t say anything. A grin grew across your lips. Sebastian chuckled and playfully shook his head.

“Let me guess, am I in it?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say with a giggle.

“Are you going to tell me what it is?” He asks.

“Endings Beginnings.” You tell him, the grin never left your face.

“Oh god.” Sebastian blushes.

“It’s my favorite movie!” You say.

“I’m pretty sure I know why it’s your favorite movie.” He says with a small chuckle.

You couldn’t help but smile at him as he laughs softly at your cuteness.

“Play the movie. I want to cuddle with you.” He says.

You pressed play and snuggled yourself against his side again as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Seb?” You say softly, looking up at him.

“Yes, dragă?” Sebastian asks, looking down at you.

“I love you.” You say.

“I love you too.” He says back, smiling widely.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[sleepydolliez]

Probably should do a little introduction on me

Firstly this is a very nsfw blog, minors please don't interact

I'm 18

A cis girl

She/her

I'm bi so expect some fxf stuff too

I will block ageless accounts and minors

Romanian

Tw for very hard kinks

If I repost something from u and you want it removed don't hesitate to message me, I will delete it immediately

Some of my kinks ( tw for hard kinks)

Cnc (this includes stuff like knife play, kidnapping fantasies, stuff like that)

I have a slight daddy kink, willing to try ddlg but I had bad experiences in the past

Massive voice kink

Choking

Hand kink (this goes hand in hand with the choking)

Praise is a massive one too

Degradation too but the mixed with praise

Breeding too but I don't want to actually get pregnant, I just like the idea of getting pregnant

Petnames I'm comfortable with everyone calling me!

•Doll

•Dollie

•Angel

•Sweetheart

•Sweetie

•baby girl

•pup

•puppy

Stuff I won't I won't call you immediately

• Daddy/Mommy (self explanatory, you're not my daddy/mommy. That title has to be earned)

• Master (same thing)

[fantasy-relax]

Please just love her.

Part 1 Part 4 Part 5

Short but is something @crispyfriedshark here you go.

Your stay with Bela was the most peaceful. She was very gentle with you, she was attentive to your needs, she reminded you about your medications and if you tried to push yourself harder than you should she would look at you in a way that made you feel chills down your spine transforming you into an obedient little puppy.

The Romanian was undoubtedly the girl of your dreams, adorable, skilled, intelligent, gentle, beautiful and capable of holding you still with one hand.

Perfect.

The days you spent together were increasingly more domestic, the ease with which you lived and got along filled you with joy, despite your fears you always wanted to have a relationship like that.

Every second that passed you fell more in love with her.  You were sure that by the time the month ended, Bela Dimitrescu would be the undisputed owner of your heart.

However, not everything was rosy, the blonde was surrounded by an aura of guilt and regret that accompanied her every step she took, commonly stronger when they talked about events from your lost memory, however there were times when you touched her or talked to her with affection, that would end with her back bend and her eyes would fill with barely contained tears, like she believed undeserving of your love.

When that happened she would walk away and lock herself in the guest room where she slept, afraid of harming you in the middle of her dreams. Behind the door you could hear the sobs. You didn't know what rcaused you more pain the rejection or that your loved one believed she was guilty of your condition.

In those moments you would look for a chair to sit outside the room, telling her stories of childhood and adolescence until she decided to get out of it or you fell asleep.

Why did your darling punish herself like this? 

You would not deny that you were interested in knowing the events that had occurred in these two years because there were moments where looking at a movie poster, listening to a song, the most everyday things made you feel an unexpected emotion, whether sadness, joy or anger.

(You couldn't drink or smell coffee, the day they passed by a coffee shop while shopping. You started crying uncontrollably. You felt like someone was crushing your heart and head with tremendous violence that caused you to faint. Bela had to carry you back to the car and you had a horrible migraine for two days since then you avoided everything related to coffee)

Thinking about the memories you lost in these two years filled you with regret, however you did not want to drown in grief, perhaps you will never get them back and that is okay as long as you are still alive you can create new and better memories.

You had your loyal wife by your side, the past had no importance when she was in your future.

---------------—--------------------------

"The flight will take approximately three hours, we will see you soon"

Daniela, Angie and Donna were on their way.

What should she do? 

What was she going to tell them?

"You are a selfish bitch so obsessed with your sister's partner that at the first opportunity you manipulated her so she would stay with you."

Daniela and Angie were the ones who were with you after Cassandra left, the ones who lived through your nightmares, cries and lamentations.

When she offered you to travel the world, they were the ones who motivated you to do it, seeing how despite their efforts you had lost weight and your dark circles had not disappeared.

Now two months since you started traveling together and one month since your accident your appearance was better.  Bela did everything to take care of you and you did not refute or deny her help, instead you accepted her with a smile on your lips. You were finally getting better.

They would understand it, right?

"Angie will break a bottle on your head and Daniela will give you the beating of your life. So tell them, there will be no shortage of laughs"

They have to understand it.  It was for your own good.

"Lie"

She only wanted the best for you

"And the best is you?"

Be quiet.

"You couldn't protect Daniela, you betrayed Cassandra and the reason Mc was injured was because you left them"

Shut up

"You are a worthless girl"

Shut up

"Selfish"

Shut up

"You live your dream life at the expense of Cassandra's happiness while you lie to Daniela"

Shut up.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, Mommy would be proud of you"

I'm not like her!

"You know what they say, the council president ends up being the Headmistress"

I'M NOT LIKE HER.  I'M NOT.  I'M NOT.

"It's okay honey, here I am."

When had you arrived?

Your good arm caressed her hair while you rested your head on top of hers, hiding her face in your chest, the height difference decreased with her sitting on the bed and you standing.

"Don't cry my beautiful girl, everything will be fine"

When had she started to cry?

I didn't deserve this, I didn't deserve you, I should tell you the truth, I should end this now.

"You are not alone, my dear"

You moved her face away from your chest and kissed her cheeks, drying her tears with your lips, you smiled at her with love in your eyes before kissing her forehead tenderly.

"Let them go"

She hug you gently. You continued running your hand through her hair.

"My sister Daniela, Angie and my aunt Donna are on their way..."

"Tell them the truth"

"They don't know about us"

You laughed without malice. "Is that what you were worried about? We don't have to tell them yet, Bela. It's just a visit."

Yes, she didn't have to tell them yet.

"NO"

After you recover she would tell them. After they saw how you had improved with her by your side, they would understand.

"You're going to ruin everything!"

Yes, they will understand.

They had to.

[spiders-and-flowers]

Miles Fairchild + Flora Davis

Age: 15 & 9

Godly parent: thanatos & Apollo (legecy of Ares)

Pronouns + gender: male - he/they/it & female - she/her

Sexuality: Demiromantic, gay & puppy love stage*

Birthdays: October 31 & April 3

Languages: English, Romanian, Latin, Greek & Latin, Greek, English

Crimes: Attempted murder, murder, breaking and entering, robbery, assault, battery, identity fraud, arson, lying to a judge, lying to a cop, vandalism & battery, assault, attempted murder

Diagnosed with: autism, aspd, depression, bipolar disorder & autism, conduct disorder

Other: puppy stage* = if anyone did date Flora it would be purely in a way children do, like how small children would. Puppy love. She is nine.

Tags: floras talking & miles murmurs, manic miles

Friends:

@the-son-of-the-sun - theo. Very sweet. MY FRIEND

@child-of-nemesis0 - Hugo. We’re friends I believe

@iceweavercatlover our brother Damien

@green-child-of-aphrodite so kind :))

@ithacas-prince the silly

@odette-the-best ODETTE

[darkfictionjude]

As another fellow RC baddie I feel I need to say my fav stories and who I romanced

My first ever story I played on the app was Heavens secret, I started out w Lucifer bc he was the biggest red flag but then Malbonte came along and I ran to him, stayed w him through heavens secret 2 🤪 I was also on the both path? i forgot what its called but u can balance ur demon and angel points and be on both paths

Then w Kali Call of Darkness I chose Amrit cuz red flags and a lik crazy, loved that story to death, the prequel starting off okay but it became rlly meh

I liker Arcanum, and the plot twist was actually crazy (i forgot who i romanced, the ro's werent that interesting, i wish i could ro myself)

I also liked on thin ice and I stayed w hodge

Now onto the ongoing stories

THE CRIMSON NILE HAS ME HOOKED, I WILL GIVE MY LEFT KINDEY FOR THIS STORY. I ofc had to go with Amen bcuz HELLO? tall, strong, mean? UGH AHH AHH AHH

Astreas broken heart is also good, but when I found out it was connected to Heavens secret and heavens secret requiem i was kinda disappointed at first (spoiler for you? idk, hope not if so im sorry Jude) bc I wanted stuff w the supernatural with werewolves and vampires and stuff but I was romancing everyone praying for a reverse harem route to open up but it didn't so I chose Malek 😛😛😛

Heavens Requiem, i love it and Cain is just so yummy HEHHEH, im acc on the devil route cuz idk theres something abt being bad rather than good, There was also something so good abt Yan but I had to go w the bigger and badder man bc yea

I liked garden of eden but I feel the plot needs to speed the fuck up and romancing Doo-yeong is so hard cuz we barely see the mfer

The time catcher having a poly route but barely giving me anything has be ripping my hair out! DO BETTER HOE

But yeah, tihi, theres alot more stories, I been playing for like 3 years or some and the older stories I played for gems bc the artstyle was too.. yeah no i couldn't get into it.

There also needs to be a mermaid/siren based game on that app because there aren't any and there aren't much mermaid/siren based games anywhere 🥲

Also theres lik tip if anyone needs it, idc if its cheating but i can't play without the walkthroughs, I NEED THEM FOR MENTAL HEALTH. if u go on google or whatever and search for example "heavens secret walkthrough" it will take you to a page and theres a lot of info ok everyone too and stuff so yh

I will do the siren story nonnie if ever they open writing applications again or… I move to Moldova and learn Romanian haha which ever comes first 😭 ngl it would be fun to make an interactive visual novel like wwc in there

I play with the walkthroughs too! I like perfect runs so I need and I use it to see where romance content is coming up to save diamonds

I also romance the trash puppies 😞 I am too obsessed with growing my collection of red flags

[cupcakeinat0r]

A couple of yall asked for the booty routine so here u go, shawty <3

Ik this looks like a lot, but trust, bae, it’s important. I felt like if ima talk abt my routine, might as well talk a lil bit abt food too since both work as a team.

[First, let me say that I am by no means a professional. This is something I've learned and acquired through self-research, as well as having two siblings, one who is a bodybuilder and the other who is a personal trainer. Also, the gym is a safe n fun space for everyone:) Work out because you want to, not bc you think you need to look a certain way <3]

Here's my Split: I added my upper body days as well in case yall wanted to kno <3

Monday: Glutes + quads

Tuesday: Back + Biceps

Wednesday: Glutes + Hamstrings

Thursday: Chest + Tricep

Friday: Full Body

Saturday + Sunday: Active rest!!! (Could be running, walking, bicycling, etc., whatever is fun to do! My personal fav is the stair master for an hr or Running for 3 miles, but you do whatever you can. Listen to your body.)

In addition, I do cardio after each sesh on the weekdays. For me, that's running for like 2 miles or so, depends how I'm feeling, but you do whatever cardio you'd like! A good start could simply be inclined walking!

Also, pls pls pls remember rest days are VITALLL. If u want to grow that booty (which is something the couple of you specifically mentioned), those rest days are important bc this is the period when those muscles are actually repairing themselves from the workout, resulting in growth!!! A huge misconception is that “the muscles grow during the workout”… no. Ur actually tearin up those puppies, so that’s what rest days r for! Both rest + protein contribute to ur muscle repair + growth (I’ll talk abt protein intake later). Naturally, I like to rest Sat n Sun, but it could be any 2-3 days of the week. Sometimes, I be usin that Fri full-body sesh as a rest day too so liiiike... if u need to, please do (especially during periods uuuuugh).

As for specific Workouts, I'll list em here. These r for the booty ;)

Hip thrusts, booty + hamstrings

Romanian dead lift, booty + hammies

Goblet Squat, quad destroyer

Hip abductions, booty burner, omfg

Leg press, depends on footing. Higher on platform works hammies n booty, lower works quads.

Weighted Squats, the whole damn leg.

Body weight squats OR lunges (good for warm-ups)

Leg curl, hammies

Leg extension, quads

Bulgarian split squat, booty n whole leg

I do 4 sets of 12 <3

(ALMOST FORGOT, I TARGET FOR 5-6 DIFF EXERCISE FOR EACH WORKOUT)

Nutrition plays a huuuge part as well, but I'll only talk very lil abt it since ion know yall's specific needs<3

Generally, if u want growth, just take ur current weight and put that in grams, for example = 170 lbs. -> 170 g of protein each day. Now, taking in the amount of protein u need can be hard at first, so just for the beginning, just try to at least get close to it then work ur way up. Foods high in protein that I like are Greek Yogurt, Chicken, Lean Ground Beef, Salmon, and snackies such as protein bars (avocado is like the holy grail for a phat booty just sayin. It's not protein, but it's the healthiest source of fat there is!). As for other groups (fat n carbs) don’t be so strict, bae… just use your portions. No need to restrict urself from ANY food bc no food is “bad”. I can talk allllll day abt this one but ima just shut up for now lmao.

PHEW, honestly, don't mention the gym around me cuz I will not shut up. Ima gym rat at heart so like I could literally keep writing abt this but bc literally, like, 3 ppl asked for this, Ima just wrap up here <3

Hope this was a lil bit of help @gltzpzy @mybvalentine @icenbroo <33333333

P.s. would it be cringe if I said I sometimes use Miguel as motivation??? Like he’s watchin me or som??? Bye, I hate that I do that, I’m like actually mentally unwell bc of that stupid mass of pixels Sony created ☠️

[w1nter-wolf-barnes1]

The things I would do to this man. My feminism card would be taken away and I’m not sorry!!! Sir!!! Just he’s so pretty

@georgiapeach30513 and @theinheriteddutchess it’s us from yesterday

[volturiprincess]

im feeling sad today but this will make me crack a smile

how would the romanians react if their mates (separate) make them a joke about breaking up

but these poor dudes dont realise its a joke and their dead heart is breaking

Sorry it took me a while to get it out😅. I was between doing a HC or a like short one-shot (or drabble🤷‍♀️) but I hope this makes up for it. I added a twist with both of them because I couldn't bare to be to mean with them. But enjoy💙 (forgot to mention I might of added a little HP reference🤭)

Breaking up w/ them Prank

Warning: Some foul language and slight mention of smut (just a kiss)

Vladimir:

“Vlad? We need to talk”

The way his gaze slowly turned to me looked almost as if he were possessed in a horror movie. Why must I be so mean to him? We were literally relaxing in our mini library but I was thinking about pranking him for a while. It's been too quiet and without Stefan around to help me prank Vlad, so it's been up to me.

“What is it?”

Here it goes.

“I don't know if you feel it too but lately I feel like we don't have a strong connection”

He literally had the most confused look to mankind. Probably trying to recollect any moment where the bond might of ripped

“What do you mean? We are literally mates, our bond is greater than any of those silly human relationships”

“Well I don't know how to explain it but I just don’t think I can see forever with you”

Oh no his face draped, oh gosh is it too late to take back in what I said? No stop, he looks like a kicked puppy. Oh no his eyes are shimmering even, I have never seen him like this.

“W-what? B-but we been together for a year, your my mate, my everything, your my forever”

Alright keep it together. 

“Well I just grown tired, I just dont think I can be in this forever, I don't even want to be a Vampire, I want to have a normal life”

“I see then…well the door is over there, you can see yourself out”

Wait what? Is he being serious, i'm just joking Vlad but he looks serious now. The shimmering eyes he had earlier are gone and he had his classic bored resting face. He got up and started to reach for another book but I threw myself at him, clutching him like my life depended on it. 

“No Vlad please, I was just joking you're the light of my life, of course I see forever with you, the moment you came to my life everything was finally clear”

He looked down at you with a small smirk, and at that moment I knew he was fucking with me.

“You foul evil little cockroach, you were messing with me?” “You started it with that ridiculous prank of yours”

“Fair”

“Next time you want to pull a prank like that on me, make sure the day before you dont have my tongue down your throat”

Blushing at his comments “Yes Vlad”

What an idiot he can be but he’s my idiot.

Stefan:

Alright it's been too quiet these past few days, Vladimir hasn't thrown a tantrum and my lovely mate went off to pick me up some food. Usually me and him are pranking each other but we haven't done anything in a while. Which leads me to my genius idea of doing a break up prank on him. It's been on my mind lately so why not. I go to our favorite place to cuddle, the sunroom, and pace back and forth to set up the prank. 

I hear the front door open and I hear his voice

“Darling i'm home”

“In the sunroom Stefan”

That should spook him, I never call him by his name, it's always been Stef or love. He comes into the room with a confused look, if only he knew what was to come his way.

“Are you okay? You called me by my name, you never to that”

“I well, there is something”

“Talk to me”

“I think we should end our relationship”

He just stared at me, no sort of emotion was displayed in his face. Did I break him? Should I get Vladimir? Why is he not even blinking? Okay now I'm scared.

“You can't do that”

“What do you mean ‘I can't do that’?”

“What do you think the mate bond is? You can’t just end it like that”

“Well sorry to break it to you but I can't take whatever this is much longer”

I see his eyebrows furrow a bit like if he is in deep concentration or he’s really considering my thoughts. 

“Why? Why now?”

“I just feel like it's always the same thing you know, we can't really do much since you and Vladimir are hiding and well I just feel trap now”

He took an unnecessary gulp. I think he’s starting to think I am being serious. One of his eyes filled with venom and I heard him sniffle. He rubbed his eyes quickly and cleared his throat.

“So you truly feel like this?”

“I do”

“I see…well i'm sorry I couldn't be a better mate to you, I thought you were happy, I knew I was for sure”

Oh son of a muffin, he looks so sad, he’s actually believing me.

“Stef…it's a prank”

“What?” “It's a prank, I would never leave you, I'm stuck with you forever as much as you are stuck with me”

He ran to me, pulling me into his arms and buried his face into my neck.

“Play a prank like that again and I will leave you”

I know he’s joking but gosh do I love him.