#Romanian puppy

[w1nter-wolf-barnes1]

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

Look at his face

[writermuses]

Closed starter for @midnightsaboteur "Plot:" Luca's parents are on a trip and want to do family Christmas time in early January, so for the first time ever, Luca has Stefanie all too himself for Christmas Day. Insufferable sweetness ensues.

Stefanie was fast asleep, the sun barely rising as Luca slipped out of bed with a peck to the top of his wife's head before pulling her gifts out of their various hiding spots in their home. All the while, he sung White Christmas, pulling the curtains open to enjoy the snowy morning hours a winter storm had blessed the city with. With the gifts strategically placed under their massive, glimmering tree, Luca headed back to bed with two mugs in hand. His voice was soft and low when he set the cups on her bedside table and brushed her hair from her face. "Merry Christmas, dragul meu." A little more coaxing than he thought she'd need on Christmas morning, he nuzzeled into her neck, pecking his way playfully to her mouth. "Come her, sleepy, let me spoil you!" Scooping her up, blankets and all, Luca lugged his wife to the living room, falling on top of her on the couch with a chuckle and a few apologetic kisses. "Does my burrito wife want a hot chocolate or the mochaccino?" He went back to the the room to grab the drinks while telling her she couldn't steal any cheeky peeks under the tree until he was back- not that he expected her to move in the minute he was gone and sure enough she hadn't.

[navybrat817]

@cutebbyprincess ❤️❤️❤️

Sebastian Stan with a puppy for Entertainment Weekly

[tournamentofdogbreeds]

[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”.

[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)

[stephen-the-spider]

I think you’re really cool by Guardin —— Monster by Olivia Olson and Half Shy

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:

@of-course-im-the-winner

@iceweavercatlover

@bambi-the-dummy

@green-child-of-aphrodite

@ithacas-prince

[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.

[simpfordemetri]

OMG I FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR THE ROMANIAN COVEN (idk if I spelled that right) if you want to. Could you write something cute with them please? If not it's okay! 🫶

Much love, Lexie! 😋

Hello dear,idk if you wanted hc or an oneshot because you didnt specify,so here are some relationship Headcanons 💖

Vladimir is a grabby lover,he loves to grab your arm to him while you two are having a conversation,he loves holding your waist,or holding hands.

Stefan is a kiss thief,in the less expected moment MUACK he stole you a kiss and will pull away with a wink

They are not used to humans anymore like at all,so at first they wont lay around with you while you sleep,but with the time they found theirselves unable to leave you alone at night,it turns out that there is nothing they love more than your calm breathing and to have their heads laying in your chest listening to your heart beat.

Their favourite prank to pull to you is scaring you,they will hide between doors and scream when you enter the room making you scare the shit out of yourself

They want to know everything about you and your lifestyle and are obsesseds with listening to you talking,they most likely will get lost in your voice

Sitting on their laps 24/7 you dont even remember what chairs are

Handing you their jackets whenever they feel you are cold while having a walk through the forest

Follow you like lost puppies cause they dont know what personal space is when it comes to you

Respect you and your boundaries

However they are easy to annoy cause they have been without a lover for so much time,so arguments are usuals

But they end quickly tho,kiss them and they forget what they were mad about

Really possesives and jealous but do u even mind?

[the-dawn-star]

can i ask about a poly relationship with the romanian coven?(twilight)thanks love

A/N: Hi, I put these two together because they were close enough and I’m not sure how much stuff I have for these characters. Also, the Twilight Wiki didn’t tell me if the Romanian coven had like a last name type of thing but tell me if there is one.  

-S

300ish words.

Tanya and Kate Denali  

Your relationship started when you met Tanya and almost immediately you realized that you had caught a massive crush to the vampire.  

So, at first your relationship included just you and Tanya.  

But while you lived with the coven Kate started to take a liking to you. She started to fall in love with you.  

Kate first told Tanya of her new discovery and to her surprise Tanya wasn’t mad at all. So, with a long conversation with you, you started your relationship with Kate.  

Kate is quieter and doesn’t really do PDA or affection outside of the privacy of your home, but it doesn’t mean she loves you any less. Actually, Kate is like a little puppy who wants to please you no matter what. 

Tanya on the other hand is more vocal about her love for you and loves to show your love to others.  

Either way they balance each other really nicely and are always very loving towards you.  

Vladimir and Stefan  

This isn’t the first time Vladimir and Stefan have been in a poly relationship, so to them this kind of dynamic is really no big deal.  

At first, they would be a bit more closed off due to them being vampires and barely interacting with humans. But slowly both of them start to understand again how humans work.  

Once in a while the two vampires get really competitive over you and get into an argument about who you love more. At the end you need to work as a mediator between the two and at some point, they decide that tag teaming works better with you.  

But there is rarely any fighting between the three of you because you all understand each other’s views so well.  

Stefan is more physical with his love when on the other hand Vladimir shows his love more through his words.  

[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.

[nigel-banyai]

/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿INTRODUCTION (ASKS OPEN)/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

I've been here for a while and haven't made one of these posts yet, so I figured I might as well should, My asks are open to anyone, ask me questions, (or the admin), and I'll try to answer you as soon as I fuckin' can...

About me:

𐂂 Nigel Banyai | don't fuckin ask for my middle name, only 2 people know it, Han and Twitchy.

𐂂 35 years old

𐂂 Proud Romanian 🇷🇴

𐂂 I'm a gangster | Family business and all that? HMU if you want weed ;)

𐂂 I am currently single, feel free to flirt with me and I'll engage back, sweetheart~

𐂂 Don't touch what is mine and we'll be on good terms, okay?

𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎:

╰┈➤ Cars, guns, old western films, James Bond movies, Papanași, Țuică, Tattoo's, dachshund dogs, Italy + Their food (and men), Country shit, weed and cigs, I smoke Chesterfield Reds if you want to buy me any ~ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Masterpost:

@yourtastefulcannibal

| Relationship : Complicated Lovers | CANON

Hannibal is the first person who's made Nigel have a 'gay panic' and made him back track and realize he likes men as well as women, Hannibal is the first man Nigel has EVER been attracted to besides once when he was a boy reading a magazine about cars and seeing someone, Hannibal is Nigel's psychiatrist, they have a semi rocky relationship (From Nigel's side) because Nigel tends to use a 'push and pull tactic' from his bpd, constantly withdrawing because he is scared of opening up, often missing sessions because he can't stomach seeing Hannibal, then popping back up - however he has gotten better at this and does this less frequently; Nigel sometimes will drive to Hannibal's house, park outside and watch the door because he is worried, other times he shows up wounded with cuts or bruises on him, one time even a broken bone from getting into a fight, other times it's for dinner or a meal when he skips them, as he HEAVILY likes Hannibal's cooking and will frequently ask for seconds or to take home some; Nigel obeys Hannibal's rules in his house and office and wont smoke near the buildings or inside, and will get into altercations with people if they don't listen to said rules.

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@dr-h-lecter

| Relationship : Complicated |

Nigel see's him as annoying, but also an equal in a way, Hannibal is the only person Nigel considers to be on the same level to him - and Hannibal is always trying to knock him down a few pegs, however regardless; Nigel is like a puppy - and would follow him around (sometimes) and would fucking murder someone for him, Call's him 'Han' if you see him ever say 'Han' it's about this guy, he always call's him Lecter too, Since Hannibal dislikes the nickname 'Han'

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@luke-brandon

| Relationship : Close friends |

Nigel views Luke as a close friend, Luke and him often talk, share some of the same interests despite Luke not knowing much about James Bond and his villains - Nigel cares about Luke a lot and will try his best to protect him

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@adam-raki

| Relationship : Complicated |

Nigel think's Adam is weird - and quirky, but knows Adam has autism and has tried to subtly ask Adam questions about said autism, example : 'Whats the best thing to do when someone with Autism is overstimulated' so he can learn how to help Adam, he does care about him, and tries to research Autism in his spare time.

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@mongooseundertheporch

| Relationship : Complicated-Acquaintances |

Nigel want's to be Will's friend, but is also a tiny bit intimidated by him at times, as Will is another person that is willing to knock Nigel down a few pegs, and for that Nigel is upset at times, but knows Will has good reasoning for it, and for that Nigel views Will almost as an equal - while simultaneously wanting to be his friend.

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@adm1rationofthem0ngoos3

| Relationship : Friendly |

Nigel is friendly to Matthew, he doesn't necessarily view him as someone dangerous, nor as someone he should be intimidated by, Matthew is in the middle for him.

»»————————————⍟————————————«« @ask-zephyrkane

| Relationship : Cuddle buddies / friends |

Nigel thought he liked her when he first met her, diving headfirst, he had attempted to kiss her, but recoiled as he realized he didn't like her romantically like that, and ended up making both of them awkward, he offered to buy her dinner (Non romantically and actual dinner) as an apology, and they talked under a tree afterwards while 'snuggling' (keeping warm both were stupid and didn't bring a coat) Nigel still lets her call him nicknames whatever she pleases; since he doesn't have romantic feelings for her, he even opened up one time about liking Hannibal for her advice, making her the second person to be aware of Nigel's internalized homophobia.

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@m0n5t3r-3n3rg7

| Relationship : Complicated |

Nigel views this one as a squirt (someone short or a child) and often will say it proudly, Nigel however highly respects this one's parents (m0n5t3r-3n3rg7) and therefore won't hurt him.

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@rainy-sel

| Relationship : Same as above but friendly-er |

Nigel is often MORE open to showing Sel some hugs and stuff, but will still pick on Sel as if you were his child.

If I forgot to leave anyone out let me know, I'm including anyone who has interacted with Nigel, you are also free to ask to be removed ~

➤ You're encouraged to be weird to your hearts content, ask Nigel questions if you're curious about something, flirt with him, ask for hugs, or affection, he only bites sometimes (and certain people)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ However Flirting - as well as any sexual comments should be made by adults, as I am one, and so is Nigel and that would be rather weird, keep yourself safe guys ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I am open to

Short term - or long term roleplays with Nigel - - SFW or NSFW

Relationships (platonic, sexual, romantic) as well, or flings,

My asks will always remain open, as well as dm's for anyone, I do have discord as well~!

P.S Nigel smell's like cedar wood, musk, and bourbon, as well as cigarettes.

[maybe-i-dreamt-u]

Bsd as texts between me and my friends

Inspired by the wonderful @flower-of-darkness

Dazai: dude

Dazai: random question but

Dazai: what was the name of dexters sister

Dazai: like from dexters laboratory or whatever

Chuuya: uhh

Chuuya: didi, i think

Dazai: DIDIDEEZ NUTS AHDHAKDHAHSGAJDGAG

…

Tecchou: what friends

Tecchou: you have other friends? 🤠

Jouno: …

Jouno: pot calling the kettle black

…

Fyodor: no problem love<3

Nikolai: can I send the puppy eye emoji or is that cringe

Fyodor: idk

Fyodor: try

Fyodor: let me see if I cringe

Nikolai: 🥺🥺🥺 Thabk youuu🥺🥺🥺

Fyodor: disgusting

…

Dazai: he looks like a pedo but maybe he‘s not

Dazai: he looks cool..

…

Ranpo: in order to have a meaningful opinion

Ranpo: she beeds a double digit iq

Ranpo: just sayin…

…

Atsushi: we have parted ways

Akutagawa: good

Akutagawa: never meet again

…

Dazai: i slept so fucking hard

Dazai: it literally felt like i died

Dazai: it was very nice

Dazai: very cool

…

Dazai: maybe I’m a sociopath but it’s not hard to manipulate someone into liking you

Dazai: ethical? Now idk

…

Jouno: haha

Jouno: *xD

Jouno: *Lmao

Jouno: *aldjaldjsl

…

Ranpo: well we had a test in romanian and i told him to copy from me but he didn’t do it

Ranpo: i saw where he made mistakes

Ranpo: and after he handed in his test i told him what he did wrong

Ranpo: 😃

…

Gin: idk why but I always feel so hot after a shower

Tachihara: your carbohydrates refresh and build new seggsy vibes

Tachihara: probably

…

Ranpo: ok

Yosano: that was the most boring response you could have given me

Yosano: no „F“

Yosano: no „awh man I’m sorry“

Ranpo(answering to the above msg): CREEPER

…

Jouno: I live in torment and pride

…

Jouno: WHT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT STOP YELLING

Teruko: IM NOT YELLING

Tecchou: please calm down guys

Jouno: WHO HERE DO YOU THINK KNOWS HOW TO EDIT

Teruko: TECCHOU

Tecchou: who?

Jouno(answering to tecchous first msg): shut the fuck up or I will throw you over the balcony

Teruko: yeah come on

…

Dazai: know your worth king🤞

Atsushi: damn

Atsushi: 57 cents

…

Sigma: the bar is on the ground

Dazai: kinda digging my own grave rn

Dazai: takin the bar with me btw

…

BONUS for anyone who know german and/or romanian:

Atsushi: tbh dude

Atsushi: i think it’s not eventually

Atsushi: but eventuell..

…

Chuuya: WA

Chuuya: IS ANYONE WATCHING ROMANII AU TALENT RN

Dazai, not 2 seconds later: kiss love beibi

Anyway.. part 2??