#bottom bela

[ladybirdvariant]

Me, living my life: Oh look a female teenager in a new movie/show that i actually relate to so much and perfectly encapsulates so many thoughts and feelings i have that i thought where abnormal!

*goes online*

Me: so everyone has beef them and i should probably reexamine my entire personality

[ziggykatzfan]

i just think that it's insane we don't talk about sam and bela. like she stole from him & SHOT him and he was still all 😍 😍. that dream was soooooo..... sam loves evil fuckedup hot sexy women and he's so right

[valleynix]

i have ideas…

[coolcarabiner]

they really aired this scene and then spent 12 more seasons trying to maintain a narrative that dean is heterosexual. ok.

[heelix1r]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 JUST ONE KISS . . . 💋

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ heeseung is thinking about your lips a little too much . . .

bela is typing . . . damn this took me a hot minute but MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN ofc i was gonna do him right 😍 also happy thanksgiving if you celebrate it :D

heeseung x f!reader | drabble | fluff | no established au

masterlist | guidelines

what was the flavor of your lip gloss?

heeseung tapped his finger to his chin as he sat by himself, his eyes looking into the distance as he wondered what made you use that tube on your lips numerous times a day.

strawberry? cherry? watermelon?

whatever it was, it left a glittery pink sheen on your lips whenever you skillfully applied a swift layer across it. heeseung watched as you would pucker your lips, ending with a satisfying pop. he would continue to observe you intensely at every moment your lips moved, the way your tongue would gently graze along your lip line, the way you would subconsciously rub your lips together to smoothen out the flavor.

he looked around him, a hot blush flushed to his cheeks as he realized how deep in thought he was.

oh, just one… just one kiss and he’d know.

he could see it in the deepest caves in his imagination. he’d unravel your lipgloss to bring the fruity flavor to his nose, before hovering over you to apply it to your lips. it’s useless anyway, he would think to himself as he carefully applies a layer for you, since it’s going to be wiped away soon.

the distance between the two of you would be palpable, you’d be able to hear heeseung’s heart beating out of his chest as he’d gaze from your eyes, to your sweet lips. the desperation in his eyes was clear—he didn’t have the slightest clue on how to keep a secret from you. you could see how badly he wanted to kiss you, feeling your cheeks grow warm as he cupped your cheeks, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. some of the gloss would wipe off and onto his skin.

he’d stare at you as he’d bring his thumb to his tongue to taste your gloss. he was teasing both of you—he was making you wait, but in doing so, he was driving himself mad.

you were such a tease, you. the way your voice chimed so hypnotically to heeseung’s ears, it was an invitation to watch as your lips moved, thinking about how well they’d melt when against his. the way you would breathe against his lips as he crashes your lips against yours, capturing you in an endless wave of breathless, mind-numbing kisses that lit his body on fire.

he knew he’d have his hands gripped to your hips, pulling your body closer to his, you’ll never get away from me now. but you’d never want to part from heeseung after this. he would never be able to get enough from you, he knew how dangerous it would be if he ever captured your lips in a searing kiss, but god, he wanted it bad.

he needed to feel how soft your lips were, how you felt against him when you returned his kisses fervently, reciprocating his need with your own. there were so many ways heeseung could approach you, all of them enticing them in their own way.

he could take the needy route. he could show you how badly he needed to feel your lips against his. the way he’d willingly take your hand and press your palm against his chest, allowing you to feel how your presence excited him—you’d be able to feel his heartbeat racing for you. feeling his need for you, you’d give him what he craved from you.

there was the softer approach. the way he’d slowly wrap his arms around your waist, his gaze intense against yours as he expressed his need through his eyes. the eye contact would never waver until the moment of realization traveled throughout your body. heeseung was staring intently at your lips now, knowing that you knew. he’d look at you again, begging for permission, to see if you would hesitate or push away from him as he took in the moment.

it would be so perfect.

heeseung nibbled his bottom lip, the tension thick enough to squeeze. he clutched your waist as if it was the only thing he knew how to do, his eyes closing softly as he watched you submit to his embrace, wanting the same exact thing as him.

and as he leaned down to—

“heeseung?”

he was startled by your voice, standing in front of him. you were snapping your fingers in his face, and he realized that he had really zoned out this time.

“yeah?” he asked, immediately sitting up, brushing off his trance by playing it cool.

“i thought we were going out to lunch today.”

as he stood up, he looked at your lips and parted his slightly. you were wearing that same lip gloss again. his eyes drifted downwards—he couldn’t help it, you were simply divine—as you pressed a tongue to your cheek, waiting for an answer from him.

“right, yeah. of course we still are.” clearing his throat, he followed suit with you as he shoves his hands in his pockets, ignoring the tension in his body.

as you walk along, he blurts out, “so, out of curiosity… what flavor lip gloss do you use?” you turn to him, and he’s doing his best to hide a cheeky smile.

you give him a weirded out smile, tilting your head quizzically. “and why would you want to know?” you asked.

“i told you,” he mumbled, his tone now more bashful. “i was just curious.”

heeseung marks the way your lips curl into a more confident smirk, and it makes his breath hitch. oh god, you were doing wonders to him. if only you knew how badly he wanted to kiss you right here, right now.

“that’s only for me to know,” you teased him.

heeseung felt a crashing warmth implode within himself, creeping to the softness of his skin. just one kiss, he repeats to himself. i would do anything for just one kiss.

you really weren’t making this easy for him.

[mxltifxnd0m]

sub! sammy headcanons ⟡ s. winchester

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader [can be read as gn/afab! reader]

word count: 1.5K

warnings: mentions of sub/dom dynamics, cursing, oral m/f receiving, praise, hair pulling, sam being a brat, pain/marking kink, bondage, pegging, choking, cock- warming, written with early seasons sam in mind, barely edited

a/n: MINORS DNI!! i will use the block button if you do :) anyways i was inspired by the whimper audio of jared in house of wax and it sparked this idea that i got around too lol

also, i will be posting a weekly recap of my week during this semester of school so go and check that out! ik i said i wouldn't be posting that often, but perhaps i lied, but then again its only the first week back lol

anyways enjoy! please like, comment, and reblog!! your feedback fuels me loll!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

⟡ a preface? idk some pre thots before the headcanons lol

okay so in my mind, sam is a soft dom 100% but can be a switch when the situation calls for it

due to his stature, it can be hard to imagine sam as a sub, but trust me, he can be 

i think he’s more of a sub when he’s younger, like in the earlier seasons of the show  

but in the later seasons, he def would want more control in his sex life (would go more in-depth about this, but this is not the place for that lol)

anyways time for the headcanons loll

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⟡ praise kink

is this even a debate?? The answer is no its not loll 

this goes both ways; he loves giving you praise but also receiving it 

thrives on the pet names you give him “pretty boy”, “handsome”, “good boy”, etc. 

makes his brain turn into literal mush and doubles down on whatever he’s doing to do, whether it's going down on you or fucking you straight into the mattress or thrusting up into you harder as you’re on top of him

⟡ certified muncher

mari did some NSFW headcanons a while back for sam (check that out!) and i mentioned that he was a certified muncher and i stand by it 100% 

sam is a pussy fiend™️

like do we not remember that sam had a sex dream about bela and he “went down” on her??? 

yeah, you can’t sit here and tell me he isn’t one  but yes he loves going down on you!! 

he’s obsessed with the taste of you and how warm you are as he drags his tongue through your slit 

if he gets just a taste, he's a fucking goner  he gets pussydrunk so fast  he’s damn good at it too

ruts his hips into the mattress unconsciously as he goes down on you because giving you pleasure gets him off 

is obsessed when you ride his face, like yes use his face to cum! 

like he loves the feeling of your thighs cushioning his ears as you grind against his face, his nose bumping your clit perfectly as his tongue is as deep as he can get in your cunt and lets out muffled groans, sending vibrations through you, and makes you rut into his face even harder 

could (and has) cummed untouched just by eating you out  there have been times when you had to physically haul him off of you because you were overstimulated to the point where it almost hurt 

“pretty boy, please.” your voice was wrecked as your hands were weaved into his brown hair and tugged him away from your cunt. he whined like a baby when you pulled him off, and sam looked like the poster boy of debauchery. the bottom half of his face slick with your arousal, lips puffy and pink as his hair was standing up in all different directions, and his eyes were glazed over with lust. 

⟡ hair pulling

speaking of his hair standing up in different directions  the man loves and i mean LOVES, getting his hair tugged/pulled at

sam likes it when you play with it, he curls up into your lap as you play with it, but as you start, you tug on it lightly; low moans and whimpers leave his mouth as he burrows into your lap and shoves his face in your crotch 

but he loves it when you tug on it as he goes down you, sending jolts of pleasure through his spine and to his cock 

one time, he came in his boxers when the two of you had an early morning makeout session, and you tugged a little too hard, and he let out a choked moan against your lips. you pulled away from him for him to shove his head in the crook of your neck, riding out his orgasm. when he came out of his hiding spot, he had a red hue on his cheeks as he looked sheepish

⟡ vocal

oh, this man is vocal [this whimper audio is what sparked this all]  at first, he was shy about making noise, only letting out small grunts and groans 

but as you guys were together for longer, you slowly coaxed it out of him 

“come on, make some noise for me, handsome; wanna hear you,” you said as you kissed around his hips and down his v-lines, scraping your teeth along the skin before kissing the tip of his cock. A small groan left his lips before a louder moan erupted from his chest as you took his tip in your mouth and suckled on it. 

But once he got over not making noise, oh god, he sounded beautiful as you overstimulated him and milked him for what he was worth as he let out noises and babbled out nonsense from his cum-drunk mind.

⟡ bratty

we’ve seen the sass on this man; he is 100% capable of being a brat 

but when he is one, he revels in being difficult

but it just means you get to put this 6’4 man in his place (you act like it doesn’t do wonders for your ego, but it does lol) 

when he acts like a brat, you’re rougher with him, and sam loves it  he loves feeling the sting of your hand against his ass or the scraping of your nails along his chest as you ride him 

this also means you edge him for hours, bringing him to the edge, his cock drooling precum and flushed red. tears leak from his eyes as he whines, the noise echoing through the empty motel room. 

“pl-please! I wanna cum.” sam’s voice was higher than it had ever sounded and absolutely ruined from the amount of times that you’ve denied him sweet relief. you clicked your tongue at him, “have you learned your lesson?” your hand was tight around the base of his cock as you planted teasing kisses around his pelvis and thighs, sucking hickeys wherever you so pleased.

⟡ pain/marking kink

sam isn’t one to love pain, considering the life he leads but he relishes in the pleasurable pain of your marks. 

loves to feel the slight sting on his back as he stretches or puts on his shirt from your nails biting into his skin and scratching it up  his thighs being sensitive and tender from the number of hickeys that you left in your wake as you blew him 

sam didn’t think he’d like being slapped, but you asked him if you could and he was surprised that he moaned in response as a red handprint bloomed on his face (you don’t do it often, but its always welcomed if you do it)

⟡ bondage

sam has the innocent facade down to a T, but he’s a kinky motherfucker behind those puppy dog eyes of his 

loves being tied up and at your mercy he doesn’t mind handcuffs, but he’s more partial to the silk ropes you use to tie his arms together and to the headboard and use him in any way you wanted 

he knows that he could get out of the ties if you wanted (you guys have a system in place to let the other know if they want to tap out), but he likes surrendering himself to you and knows that you’ll take good care of him 

when you get him all tied up and when you’re done with him, he’s practically shaking with pleasure and blissed out to the point where he doesn’t know where he is sometimes

sam in shibari makes you go feral (you learned how to do the ties and mentioned it to him one day and pleaded for you to do it on him)

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bonus headcanons!

⟡ pegging

it was an experience that you both thoroughly enjoyed

he finally had gotten a piece of what you were like the day after of an intense night with sam  sam was surprised by the ache he felt, but it was a pleasant one 

this was one of the times when he was the loudest, and it’s one of his favorite things to do with you

⟡ choking

you don’t exactly choke him you either leave your hand on his neck to rest there as your hips swivel around his cock 

or you put the slightest amount of pressure on his neck, not cutting off his airflow but the blood flow, and when you let go, he was catapulted into an orgasm so hard his eyes crossed.

⟡ cock-warming

he loves it when, after an intense session, staying connected to you as long as he can 

sometimes, after you guys clean up and head for bed, he always asks if he could just stay in you since it’s comforting for him  You always oblige him since you love it, too 

It’s slightly uncomfortable at first; his soft cock doesn’t exactly sink in as smoothly compared to when he’s hard 

but the two of you sleep soundly until the morning, where he had grown harder in you as the night progressed, and it usually leads to slow morning sex

[saintgoths]

ꜱᴍᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴄᴀʀᴀ

ADA WONG, BELA DIMITRESCU, ELLIE WILLIAMS AND LADY.

THANK YOU FOR 600+ FOLLOWERS NOW HERE'S SOME WLW ACTION.

WARNING - NASTY SEX, STRAP USING, BITING, TRIBBING, PUSSY EATING, MUMMY KINK, 69 AND SCISSORING.

P!LINKS!

ADA WONG

You hadn’t remembered the last time someone else had made you feel like this, and you had hated the fact that the only person who could reach so deep inside of you and have you craving for more was the same woman you had sworn off from not seeing.

Ada Wong.

The mystique, the enigma.

The woman you had an on and off relationship with, the same woman who’d leave for weeks without saying another word to you, disappear into the world as if she was mist, a woman made of the very same air you’d choke on whenever a thrust from the toy she had worn had pummelled deep inside of you, she had you in a twisted position, face down and your buttocks staring up at her while she smoothed her hands against your skin before she had left it with one last slap.

You had jerked once you had felt the connection, teary-eyed as the strap vibrated against your walls, you had shuddered and flinched every time you had felt the tip of the cock lick deeper inside of you, you didn’t know what you were saying and didn’t realise how much you had cried in bliss. Your mascara smudged and voice trembled as she pulled you into a fountain of orgasms, Ada’s voice talking to you as she purred how much of a good girl you were, always coming back to her and being the adorable pet, you had silently promised her to be.

“Yes!” You had foolishly cried out. “Yes!” You had now been vocal on how you had belonged to her, Ada had known that side of you would come out soon, how slick and tactful she was, as if she was in your mind stroking and egging you on to point out how much you were hers.

“Good girl, say it again for me, say that you’re mine,” Ada moaned as she could feel her high attempt to cut through her, she had tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth, the pearl of her cunt slick and swollen as the vibration of the adult toy pulsated and quivered against her skin, she had rolled her eyes back, her slender digits caught up in your hair as she pulled herself closer to her, her naked chest against your bare and glossy back as she continued to pump the cock inside of you.

Her lips quivered before it had been pressed against your shoulders, she had left sloppy kisses against the wings of your body while she could feel her motions become more jerked. “Ada!” You had cried out, “I’m gonna---oh!” You squealed as your cunt tightened around the object, your body had trembled while your nails dug into the damp bed sheets, as your back had arched deeply as your juices painted the cock, you could feel Ada’s teeth dig into your shoulder, leaving her mark as she muffled her cries, her cum staining the strap that she had pulled out of you.

She had rolled to her back as she released a big sigh while she turned off the strap, you had laid beside her, eyes trained on the ceiling that had dimly lit the area, arm above your head while you had barely looked at her, though, had been aware with how her dark eyes focused on you. “Gonna leave now?” You whispered and as kickback, you felt the way her body shuffled on bed, in thought that she was getting ready to leave, you had been surprised when she wrapped her left arm around your upper torso,

“No,” she replied as she left a kiss against the sharpness of your jaw. “I think I’m gonna stay.”

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BELA DIMITRESCU

She had stared up at you, fingers stiff against your hips while her eyes glinted in a humour that had challenged you, she had known what you had wanted, what you had desired and she had brief moments of giving it to you, and you were so close to it. As if you were a naïve child pointing your hand towards the sun claiming you almost caught it, dominance.

Her citrine coloured eyes had been shadowed as the slick wetness of both of your cunts had shaded above each other, you had licked the back of your lower teeth, you had known she had also wanted it, wanted you to dominate her the way she’d handle you, so you had taken it, had pressed yourself against her, and had watched the way she had moved.

Bela didn’t close her eyes but you saw the way her eyes adjusted as she held back a moan. So, you had leaned forward and kissed her, both of your blood-stained mouths mixed with each other as the sweet aroma of the scarlet liquid had trembled a moan out of her. You had been smooth with the way you wrapped your hand around her neck, there had been a soft heat, as if fire had been slowly melting an ice cave, you had slipped your tongue inside of your mouth and she had gasped, her hands slipped to your buttocks.

You had moved yourself forward and as an echo the slimy and sticky sounds of both of your mixed nectar had been pronounced, she had shuddered, there had been a small fight in her as she gently bucked her hips forward, but you had pressed her down while you had kissed her hard. A high moaned had passed through her lips as you had begun to pick up the pace, her eyes now shut as she had taken in the pleasure that had shifted between her thighs, she had squealed in your mouth as your swollen pearls circled around each other, and once she had tilted her head back, you had attacked her neck with kisses.

You had nibbled and sucked as you could feel her tight cunt throb against yours. “Yes, right there!” She cried out, her moans reflected against the walls, her cries in scales higher compared to her natural tone, thus you had smirked, you had been rough, but there was still an essence of care with the way you had touched her, the way your hands cupped her breasts and circled her inflamed nipples as her back drowned against the bed, she had shook against you and her positioned her hearth in a better angle, she had wanted more, she had wanted it harder, and you saw it with the way she had looked at you.

With much lust and hunger, you had now had both hands wrapped around her throat as you continued to fuck her. “Like that baby?” You had questioned, your inquire enough to have her look at you with doe eyes, eyes she would barely look people with, just for you.

“G’nna cum! Oh baby! Oh!” She screamed as she curled her toes, “Gonna cum!” She echoed as her juices squirted out, her nectar had drenched the both of you, aimed in distances she’d never thought she could do, you had continued to move, adamant to let her go you had chased for your high and pulled your head backwards as you had grunted in inconsistent patterns while Bela continued to cry in bliss under you. “Yes!” She quivered as she could feel herself release one last time, with you, she had orgasmed again before she collapsed her limbs against her bed.

You had smiled while you pulled your used cunt away from her, had pressed your mouth against hers before you had spoken. “On a scale from one to ten, how angry is your mother going to be with me?”

Bela had smirked at you before she replied. “A thousand.”

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ELLIE WILLIAMS

She had been so ludicrous, desperate and empty when she didn’t have her face between your thighs, she had tried. Tired to stay away from you but you were a Siren, a Lorelei, Lilith herself.

She had moaned as her hand coated her soaked cunt that she had circled with the weight of her fingers while she had also tasked herself to suck and lick the small ball that had gently perked up from your small meaty fleece Ellie had captured her mouth with.

Your hips had gently thrusted forwards, hands curved around the arch of the kitchen island you had sat on. Its once cold platform warmed by the heat of your skin and the friction you had caused whenever you had moved your hips forward to press your cunt further against her face.

Her green eyes open as she looked up at you with loving eyes, and as she used two of her digits to slip inside of her tight hole, Ellie had rolled her eyes back while she had encouraged you to bounce on her face. “Mama, come on,” she whimpered before she kitten licked your clit, and in response to her name-calling you had moaned just as you slipped your fingers into the messiness of her hair, guided her on where to move her pink lips and where to inhale you.

You had felt it, the sweet stinging need to release on her face, but you had held it back and choked back a cry when you felt the texture of her tongue slip inside of you, her eyes still open as she watched the way you had fondled your breast, the way you had rocked your hips forwards to bounce on her small meat. “So good, fuck Ellie!” You had wept and as she had hummed against your heat, the smooth vibrations flowing through your body. Frantic, Ellie blinked towards you as she quickly grabbed your other breast.

Like a juvenile, was what Ellie had been, with the way she had suckled on your clit, bounced on her fingers and played with your breast with her other hand, she was like a thirsty mammal, and when she had closed her eyes and had curved her fingers against her sweet areas, she had then climaxed around her digits, her nectar spilling against the ground while she slipped out her fingers and used both of her hands to spread your legs further apart.

“Fuck! Ellie!” You had cried as you could feel yourself begin to shake; eyes drowsy as the second warning of your body wanting to cum zapped through your figure. “Ah-fuck!” You had cried out just as you lurched your body forwards, both of your paws deep into her tied locks as you had finally cummed into her mouth and like the hungry dog she was she had inhaled all of them, licking every inch of your ambrosia as much as she could and once, she had finished, she had pressed her chin against your leg.

There had been a certain look on her face, a look of happiness, and as you had sighed, you returned her smile, Ellie had then spoke. “Did I do well mama?”

“Yeah,” you had breathed. “Yes, you did.”

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LADY

You had lost how long it had been when both you had Lady had started kissing, and you had forgotten how you even made it into the room, all you had known was how much you had wanted to taste her, how much the both of you had wanted to taste each other, it was like your minds were connected, how the two of you were in sync. You had each other hands between each other’s thighs and the two of you had licked each other’s tongues, as if the moment you two would let go of each other you’d both disappear.

“I love you,” Lady breathed before she walked you to the bed, both hands clasped against both sides of your face as she had then pressed you against the soft bed.

It wasn’t long until the two of you had peeled off each other’s clothing and positioned each other’s hearths above each other’s faces, you had been quick to press your tongue against her slit, her taste had been hot and tangy and the simple aroma of her nectar had driven you crazy, you had moaned, your body tight as you could feel her the balance of her tongue stroke your sex, the both of you rolling your hips as you had both chased your high.

Quick, you had thrusted your tongue inside of her, aided her to bounce on your tongue, the slight effort had pulled an fiery string inside of her, and her moans began to get higher in a preposterous scale, her moans twisted into a nasally cry as she could feel herself suck her stomach in, she had lifted her mouth away from your cunt, her eyes were rolled back as she could feel herself quickly orgasm inside of your mouth.

Embarrassed, she had turned to you. “Sorry,” she had muttered and moved, you had shook your head.

“Don’t apologise,” you said before you kissed her again, and cheerfully, Lady had pushed your body against the bed.

“Then let me make it up to you,” she whispered before she crawled up your figure just as she had tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth fore she cupped the back of your knees with her palms. She had positioned herself above your sex before she started to rub her pussy against yours, and with a short sigh, Lady had fluttered her eyes shut, her dainty hands wrapped around your ankle as she slowly picked up the pace.

Her lips had shuddered as her clit smothered against yours, she had closed her eyes before she tilted her head to the side. “You feel so good baby, ah,” she had whined and as kickback you had watched how she quickly moved with your glossy eyes, you had watched how she worked her body, her waist, had stared at the curve of her hips and perk of her breast as she bounced against you, both of your cries intertwined with each other as the wet friction between the two of you had built up.

“You’re so beautiful,” you had muttered before you had reached for her breasts, watchful with how the short strands of her hair had bounced and swayed at every movement of her thrusts, you had circled the pad of your fingers against her nipples and lustful, she had bent over and kissed you again, the strokes of her need to orgasm once more had pulsed through her body and she had held it back, but it had been a terrible but wonderful pain, holding back her nectar and continue racing for yours.

She had lost herself inside of you, breathing you, taking you in when she licked your tongue again, you had gasped and whimpered, as you could feel yourself cry, she had felt so good, you had felt so good, the enlarged bud of your clit stroke and humped against hers, you had traced your fingers against her jaw, shadowed every inch and edge as you could feel yourself want to climax, the two of you in a pool of such intense pleasure that there had been a loss of words, just the mere gasp and moans and the strong staring in each other’s eyes.

The moment one of you had eventually spoken was when you could feel your body tremble, inflamed with bliss and thrill as it took over your body. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You squealed and with flush, Lady laughed through your mouth, stubborn to pull herself away from you, obsessed with idea of being connected with you eternally.

“Cum with me,” she lustfully suggested and once more, her distinct cries commenced again, shaking and jerking against you as her sticky honey spilt against your body, mixing with your amrita that quickly poured out, with a relieved sigh, she had fallen against you.

“Trish is so going to make fun of me,” Lady said before she folded herself off of you.

With a smirk you had agreed. “Yeah, you do moan really weird,” you said and with a short slap against your forearm, Lady clicked her tongue.

“I hate you.”

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[muffinsin]

ik it says you’re busy so you can ignore this but can you write omega bela x alpha reader but instead of reader being dominant, it’s bela

so kind of like omega power bottom bela x alpha service top reader???

have a good day/night!

Absolutely!👀 this October’s really bringing in the smut XD

Seeing as alpha reader is unspecified imma write them with male genitals/a G!P for the purpose of this

Let’s get into it!🙌

Masterlists

As you work, you find yourself becoming increasingly more and more distracted. You try hard to focus, to ignore all your mind and body is telling you, but your hands tremble as you arrange the papers and your body is breaking out into sweats and shivers.

You feel your cock harden painfully and the hair at the back of your neck stand up. Being in Bela Dimitrescu’s office and asked- no, ordered- to clean up the many papers scattered across desks and window sills across the room, you find yourself barely able to keep it together.

Being an alpha yourself, you’ve found out about her status as an omega long ago. And really, with the many betas and other omegas around at the castle, you never thought it would be much of an issue.

Only does Bela smell much, much nicer than them…

Her mere scent in the air has your cock harden and hands shake, your pulse quicken and balls throb. Far too many nights you spent touching yourself in your bed, biting into your pillow and shamefully jerking yourself off to the thought of her.

Needless to say, you would never actually approach her about this.

Her intelligent, intimidating and cannibalistic nature and her high status and rank within the castle scares away all thought of that easily, after all.

But still, you can’t help but lay in bed dreaming, whimpering to yourself. A hand working furiously between your legs, wishing it was hers. Wishing she was yours, and better yet, that you were hers. Wishing she would push you down and take what she wants, as she effortlessly does in the castle every day.

You want nothing than to be hers, to please her, to be with her, to perhaps even be allowed to lay your claim on her.

Thinking of this has your heart quicken again and you can’t help yourself. Taking a quick glance in her direction to get just a little look at her neck, you freeze immediately upon seeing her stare at you.

Bela walks towards you slowly, her heels clicking against the floor of her office. As if to shield yourself and hide the bulged outline of your hard cock straining against the uniform, you quickly hold a stack of papers in front of your crotch.

The closer she gets, the more you get to smell her.

“Fuck…”, you whisper under your breath, but when she tilts her head to the side, you know she must have heard the phrase still.

When she stands right in front of you, the yearning becomes nearly unbearable. You smell her sweet scent, the sweetest omega scent you’ve smelled in your entire life. It has you shiver and bite your lip, hoping it will keep you from making more noises.

This close, you’re right on face level with her neck, where you seem to almost hear and see her pulse as the blood pumps below. So badly do you want to bite down on the pale flesh, to claim her as yours and be claimed as hers. You’d allow her to do anything, you’d be as good as she expects those around her to be! You know, Bela doesn’t stand for incompetence, after all.

She stands right in front of you at last and you draw in a sharp breath when an ungloved hand comes up to harshly grab at your jaw. Your head is turned a little, her eyes somewhat sharp as she inspects your warm cheeks and listens to your quick heartbeat.

Gripping your jaw a little tighter, she almost seems to test you, and test what you, as an alpha, will do, as though your status would have any relevance in the castle, where it’s so clear the Dimitrescu’s are in charge.

Instead, you only whimper pathetically at her, your body as though on fire from her touch. She’s beautiful, so beautiful, which you finally get to admire now you’re up close to her.

You find, your fantasies could never do her justice.

With bright golden eyes and thick, dark painted lips turned to a scowl, she seems to finish inspecting you. You gasp when the stack of papers is taken from you and her eyes immediately find the bulge in your pants.

“I thought so”, she hums, pleased with herself, as though this was a game she was playing with you. Trembling as she approaches, you feel your body respond and urge you to move, to take, to claim the omega right in front of you.

Only does it seem your body didn’t quite yet get the memo that this is not just any omega, but the Bela Dimitrescu.

And Bela is not so easily taken, nor so easily claimed.

Alas, she’s taken an interest in you.

You’re about to speak up, about to apologize and plead for your life, perhaps even explain, when she suddenly drops her palm to your bulge and all words seem to be taken from you.

You open your mouth, panting and moaning when she squeezes you through the tight pants of your uniform.

She’s so close now, you feel her breasts push up against you.

You yearn to place your hands at her hips, to feel the fabric of her dress, or even better yet; her bare skin. You wonder how she looks below the skin tight dress. Countless nights you’ve spent fantasizing of thrusting between her thick thighs already.

You gasp when sharp, claw-like nails dig into your pants, just above your bulge, and rip at the fabric.

“Take that off, little one”, she speaks. A soft spoken command, but one you follow eagerly still. You squirm out of your pants, groaning in anticipation of what she might to do you. When she merely crosses her arms, clearly displeased and growing impatient, you make quick work of the rest of your clothing, too.

Standing in front of her like this, your power dynamic clear, despite your status as an alpha and hers as an omega.

Her golden eyes flicker to your cock, erect and twitching, drooling some precum already at the mere sight and scent of her. You want to bury yourself inside her so badly, to let her ride and use you as she sees fit. You wonder; will she allow you to cum inside? Will she make you pull out? She’s an omega and mating season is near. Perhaps she will allow you to breed her, if only to relieve the ache she, as all other omegas, must feel.

You watch with wide eyes as she easily swarms out her dress, left only in her choker necklace, a black bra, a pair of black panties connected to the thigh-high stockings by a garter belt and her black heels. Your eyes immediately drop to her breasts and the nipples poking through the fabric.

Immediately, you reach up, yet gasp when a sickle is raised to your throat immediately.

She smirks down at you, walking you back until you squeak as you fall onto the black sofa set against one of the walls in her office. Typically it offers a break for her, perhaps even an opportunity to catch some sleep. Now, it’s clear it will have another use.

She keeps your head tipped up using her sickle, a confident smirk on her dark painted lips. When she leans down and speaks, her words are low and seductive.

“Behave for me, little alpha, won’t you?”

You nod fast, moan openly.

Yes, yes, you will! “Yes, my Lady”, you groan.

Your eyes widen when she lowers herself on you, her legs on either side of your lap, her core, yet covered by her panties, mere inches from your hardened cock.

She moves her head to your neck, humming lowly as her hand drops down and wraps around your cock. At this, her first touch like this, you find yourself at her mercy already. You moan and mewl for her, eyes wide, lips parted. You grip the cushions of the sofa beneath you tightly, your toes curling subtly when she begins to stroke up and down.

“B-Bela”, you moan, only to gasp when she squeezes your cock almost painfully.

“Lady Bela, little one”, she corrects, a playful smirk on her lips. Yes, of course she will keep you. But that doesn’t mean she won’t remind you of your manners. Truly, this is everything she’s ever hoped for. Her status as an omega has always annoyed her, how she’d have to wrestle with the few alphas in the village to get what she wanted, always had to fight off their wandering hands when they believed they were in charge. You submit to her naturally, unable to resist the comfort her domination gives you.

You nod your head fast, already baring your neck to her when her lips move to your jaw and she strokes a little faster. Embarrassingly, pre cum drips from you already. The thought that it’s sticking against Bela’s hand has your head spin.

You moan when soft lips press against your neck first, her tongue darting out to taste your flesh. You know, she has a taste for blood, often seen drinking from unfortunate maidens in the halls, draining them just enough to satisfy her hunger.

How you have always wished it was you….

Now though? You can be.

“Please…”, you moan, your bare skin sporting goosebumps. “Taste”, you beg. You aren’t sure why you’re tempting her like this, why you feel it’s a good idea to tempt a huntress and predator such as Bela.

But your wish is granted, eagerly so, and you’re left moaning and automatically grabbing onto her hips when her sharp teeth dig into your skin.

You feel your balls throb and cock ache, your fingers digging into bare hips lightly. There’s pain, yes, but there’s so much pleasure her bite grants you, too.

You feel almost lost, closing your eyes and groaning lowly. Below your fingertips, her skin is soft, cool, comfortable.

She holds onto your shoulders, slowly hovers above your lap. With your eyes closed and your body responding to her automatically, you have no way of knowing what happens next, have no way of controlling yourself or even to prepare yourself.

Bela pulls aside her panties and sinks down on your dick, her pussy so wet and heavenly, your senses on fire and cock so sensitive already, it’s almost too much.

“A-Ahhh! Too-too-much! I ca-a-AhH!”, you cry out, gritting your teeth and trying to tug her up again when you feel your orgasm approach far too fast. But Bela doesn’t move and only smirks against your lips and coos when she feels warm, wet cum shot inside her warm pussy.

Your body trembles as you cum, your fingertips digging into her soft hips as you pant. Your cheeks are warm and a bright shade of pink, your embarrassment evident.

You could punch yourself, really.

Here you are, getting the chance to be with The Bela Dimitrescu and- you cum instantly?! You could sink into the ground.

Still, Bela doesn’t tease. She giggles and moans, slowly lifting herself and rolling her hips. Your eyes widen and find her beautiful, golden ones, when she begins to ride you as you fantasised her doing so often.

She’s beautiful, her breasts bouncing softly, her hips rolling seductively. Her pussy is just perfect, too, soft and tight, squeezing your cock perfectly with every move. She was wet already, but thanks to the creamy white cum from you, she’s soaked now, each move allowing more wetness to drip from her and run down the sides of your cock.

You feel droplets of blood run down your neck when she pulls away, whine and moan as she easily controls the pace and makes you stay still for her. Despite being the one with the dick, it’s painfully clear that only Bela is the one truly in charge.

“A-Ahhh, fuck…yes…”, you groan, holding onto her a little tighter as she rides you. But she doesn’t allow you to move her, doesn’t allow your grip on her to determine the pace in the slightest. You’re utterly at her mercy, sitting and moaning when she fucks herself on you.

Your eyes drop down to her breasts, bouncing softly as she moves and daring to spill from her black bra already.

This close to her and with her wet walls wrapped around you, you find your head spinning. Your biology demands you to mate, to claim her, to pump her full. Yet you can only moan and whimper for her, beg for all this rather than take her.

And Bela? She finds herself just adoring you.

Your cute little pleas, your sweet voice as you beg her to let you claim her, to let you cum in her again. You beg, plead, whine, moan, gasp out little pleas for her to move faster.

This time, she allows it, and you gasp when nails sink into your shoulders and she rides you faster. Her back is arched, her breasts pushed up against your face. You moan and moan, massaging her soft skin below your fingers.

“A-Ahh, mhmmmm…yes…”

She shakes adorably with you, her thighs trembling, yet she continues.

You’re moaning below her, your face warm, your cock throbbing. You so badly want to keep yourself from cumming, want her to orgasm first, this time, but even in this aspect she dominates you effortlessly.

With her wet pussy and warm, spongy inner walls rubbing up and down against your sensitive cock with every move.

Again, you’re the first to come, burying your face in her chest and moaning hotly against the soft skin. Again, one load of cum after the other is shoot deep in her, coating her pussy in warm, creamy slickness.

She rides you a little more, moaning and gasping above you, her nails digging a little deeper into your shoulders when she finally cums, too, her pussy tightening around you, her back arching beautifully.

It takes you a moment to recover, but eventually you manage to meet her eyes again, your heart beating a little faster when she smirks at you yet again.

She rises from you, your wet cock slapping against yourself when it slips from her wet pussy.

Instead, she abandons her underwear and leans over her desk, her back arched perfectly and her long legs spread. Your head spins and your stomach flips, your chest heaves and you get to your feet eagerly when her fingers spread her pussy lips apart, next, exposing her pink insides.

“Attend me, pet. Deep, and fast, now”, she commands.

Who are you to even think of denying her?

You move fast, immediately walk up to her and line yourself up with her.

You wait for permission, eager to please the beautiful woman, yet your entire body throbs and you shiver in anticipation already.

And when it comes, you can hardly stop yourself.

You move closer immediately, moaning loudly as you thrust deep into her already. Staying true to her instructions, you thrust your hips fast and far, shoving deep inside her wet and warm heat.

While her movements were controlled and dominating, strong and powerful, yours are simply desperate.

You trust fast, whimper and moan as you lean across her. You thrust helplessly, eager to feel her, to mark her. You’re easily getting lost in the feeling, moaning, groaning, your balls slapping against her.

She grips the table tightly, her head turning to you when one of her hands raises to it. “Here, little one”, she commands breathily.

You lean forwards immediately, shivering when you bury yourself inside her to the limit. You feel her warmth, the tight heat around your cock, and your head swims at the possibilities. If she let you, you could breed her, could take the tension you’re sure the omega is feeling.

She grabs you by your hair, tugging to guide your thrusts and speed them up again.

You’re helpless, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Despite being the one thrusting into her, you’re completely submissive, completely hers, rutting your hips forth and back at the pace of which she tugs your hair.

You love it.

Eventually, Bela feels she gets close again, her thighs trembling a little. She’s thankful for the desk underneath her now, knowing her legs might give out from beneath her otherwise.

You hardly fare much better, your cock nearly milked dry from her, sensitive and aching as you thrust your hips faster and faster, moaning and whimpering as you chase your orgasm, too.

“Please, my Lady, please, let me cum, ple-please, inside, please!”, you beg, desperate.

What a beautiful sound it is to her.

Perhaps, she might even grant you your wish…

[charlessmiths-wife]

NSFW ALPHABET: BELA DIMITRESCU

because someone (me) is down bad. NSFW content ahead, I do hope to do one of these for all the sisters.

X FEM READER.

MINORS/ AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Aftercare with Bela is always so sweet, but I definitely think it gets sweeter the longer she's with you and the more your relationship grows simply because she gets more comfortable. She progresses from simply seeing aftercare as something which 'must be done' to genuinely enjoying it and undertanding why it's such a necessity.

She likes to be cuddled close to you after sex whilst you both talk about what just happened, and whether or not you both enjoyed it, all while whispering praises and "I love you's" back and forth to each other. It makes her feel so loved and appreciated - like her thoughts and feelings matter to someone, something which she's always felt a bit insecure about.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On herself? Whilst I see Bela as the most insecure of all three sisters (with Daniela falling close behind and Cassandra also having her own fair share of insecurities) I do think Bela likes her waist and hips. They're both very mobile, and that helps her when it comes to moving, hunting, running... and... other things.

On you? ... not to seem cliche, but she loves your face. Especially your smile. It makes her feel comforted, and I see her as being the kind of person who would look for their partners smile when they felt overwhelmed. Sure - this probably isn't the most sexual answer - but I definitely think it's true that Bela would appreciate your smile above all else that she loved about you.

(this is also probably a low hanging fruit bc...yk...vampires... but all three sisters appreciate their partners necks bc... yk... vampires!!)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

When she's about to cum, sometimes she'll beg. It's probably one of the only times she ever will beg during sex - and I even risk to say she would enjoy it if you made her beg for it and vice versa. She's also a squirter. That is all.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

EVERYTHING feels like a dirty secret to Bela for a while 😭😭 once she finally gets more comfortable with you, she's a lot more open. I'd say her biggest dirty secret is probably that she’s into choking. Giving and receiving.

(that… and the fact she quite enjoys bottoming. which isn’t rlly a dirty secret by any metric but for little miss Bela “I must be in control at all times” Dimitrescu (affectionate) … it is

E = Experienced

I'd say she's maybe had between 3 - 5 sexual partners, most of whom have likely been one night ventures for her.

She drains bodies of blood, that doesn’t necessarily mine she has to fuck ‘em too

F= Favourite position

Hmm… this is a tricky one. I think she likes any position - BUT her one condition is she has to be able to see your face. So, by that metric, any form of sex where she’s taking you from behind or vice versa isn’t as enjoyable to her. she wants to be able to look at you when she makes you cum AND vice versa

G = Goofy (is she serious or not in the moment)

Serious during, not so much goofy but certainly melty after. Blushing and hiding away in your shoulder, a smile on her face. This will always be the typical routine - no matter how many times you have sex, Bela will always be just as giddy afterwards.

H = Hair (does the carpet match the drapes?)

I reckon the carpet matches, yeah. Even in the instances she does shave, I’d say it’s usually only a trim OR she shaves it leaving a landing strip. (Self indulgence there perhaps bc Bela w a landing strip would be sooooo dhsjejwjsbs)

I = Intimacy (How is she during the moment, romantic aspect)

Bela is a romantic, but it will take a while to show during sex. Of course, trusting you enough to have sex with you in itself is a great intimate display for her - but during the actual act (at the start) Bela is largely silent, with her only show of romance being the kisses she gives you and the aftercare. However, soon enough - she’ll feel comfortable enough to grow more romantic. And when I tell you, the romance levels will amp. Up.

She’ll whisper ‘I love yous’ in your ear every few minutes. Kiss every single inch of your skin. Praise you, shower affection down upon you… the full works.

And she WILL grow to expect the same in return. As she should.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcannon)

So, for a long time - I don’t believe Bela masturbated. She would’ve seen it as something ‘dirty’ and to be avoided. However, with time, and much work towards her relationship with sexual pleasure - she grew to enjoy it, regarding it as a way to release stress, take some time to herself and, most importantly - feel good.

I also STRONGLY believe she’d be into the concept of mutual masturbation. She believes it’s a good way for a couple to discover more about what they both like. Just saying.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-> Choking (giving and receiving)

-> Praise (giving and receiving)

-> Dominance (both the act of dominating and being dominated)

-> Blood (she’s VERRRYYYY careful with this one, she would never want to hurt you - but if AND ONLY IF you were willing she would rather enjoying drinking SMALL AMOUNTS of blood from you during sex. She sees it as an immensely intimate act)

I also think she’s really into noise, she LOVES hearing you. it gets her so turned on to hear how much you’re enjoying yourself.

(Also… dry humping.)

L = Location (her favourite place to do the do)

Typically, you guys have sex in her bedroom, therefore her bed is the most common place. However! The bath is her absolute favourite of all time.

Add on a couple of candles, some wine by the side of the tub AND some good warm water? Yeah, can’t be beaten for her.

M = Motivation (what turns her on/gets her going)

Bela’s sex drive often fluctuates. When it’s high, the sight of you ALONE is enough to make her want to jump your bones.

I reckon the easiest way to get her in the mood would probably be teasing. Especially if it had been ongoing throughout the day - it can get her so riled up.

I have a specific head cannon of you teasing Bela throughout some important ball thrown at the castle - and her getting so frustrated she had to pull you away to her room and having her way with you. Not giving a damn about when she returned.

This was out of character for Bela, given how much she cares about her own, formal appearance. So that’s how you KNOW your teasing has a profound effect on her.

N = NO

Hmm.. y’know, I think there’s a few things Bela wouldn’t be too into

I don’t think she’d be crazy about the idea of inflicting pain. She’s a deadly, vampiric monster to her maidens… but when it comes to her partner she NEVER wants them to see her like that. Nor does she ever want to hurt them.

O = Oral

Is a fan. Loves both giving and receiving.

Giving wise - this woman is SKILLED. she listens to what you tell her feels good, pays attention to your reactions, and can go at it for however long it takes. PLUS you just know that woman’s tongue and mouth know what they’re DOING - she eats it like it’s her last ever meal TRUST

Receiving? She can’t stay still. The second your tongue is on her she’s letting out a sigh, before wrapping her hands in your hair and squirming. She’ll let out breathy moans, and I genuinely believe this is the way she finds it easiest to cum.

P = Pace (fast and rough/slow and sensual?)

TYPICALLY slow and sensual. But it’s possible for her to be faster, she typically speeds up anyways once one of you guys gets closer to cumming, but occasionally if you’ve both been desperate all day she’ll take a much faster pace throughout in general.

She’s never rough though - and she doesn’t deem it as respectful OR loving to be more rough. The same goes for if you attempted to be rougher with her.

Q = Quickie

Quickie? What is that? Nope. Never heard of in Bela’s books.

She’s only ever done it once or twice, when you guys were both desperate. And she doesn’t enjoy it as much, especially because she feels as though the aftercare following is never as good as usual.

She isn’t a fan, to say the least.

R = Risk (is she up to experiment/ take risks?)

It depends.

Trying out something new in bed? So long as you guys are both consenting and willing to try, sure!

But in terms of risk with things like location, etc - no.

Bela’s worst fear is being caught by her mother, sisters, the help - so no matter what, she needs privacy when having sex with you. That privacy isn’t something she’s willing to risk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds/how long do they last for)

Oh she takes her time.

Sex with Bela can be an hours long ordeal. Of course there’ll be some minor breaks in between but my point still stands - the girls got stamina.

How long she lasts though… that depends.

Sometimes Bela can last a while before cumming, other times it takes her maybe ten minutes tops. With the quickest being five minutes.

She gets embarrassed if she comes quickly, but you don’t mind at all, you just kiss her cheek and tell her how pretty she looked. You almost take it as a compliment.

Nonetheless, even after she cums - she still takes her time…

T = Toy (Do they own/ use toys? On them or their partner?)

Own? Yeah I’d say some. Not many, because I do think she spent so many years with a bad relationship surrounding sex - but once she becomes more comfortable she definitely starts owning some. She’ll use them on either herself or a partner.

She does own a strap on. The switch in her wants to both use it on you and have you use it.

(Imagine how good she’d look with a strap on though… okay bye that’s all hrksfds)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think it depends!

Bela is a massive switch in my mind, and when she’s dominating she’s more of a soft dom - so typically she’s not too much of a tease… however, sometimes she definitely enjoys toying around a little bit.

A favourite of hers is lightly holding a vibrator against your clit on the lowest setting and letting you squirm a bit, making you beg for more.

V = Volume (How loud is she?)

oh Bela can be LOUD.

she doesn’t even realise it either, she’s just too caught up in how good it feels.

she gets quite embarrassed after, even a tad scared in case someone heard, but with plenty of reassurance from you (and forehead kisses) she’s fine.

(however, once she was so loud you had to cover her mouth with your hand during the act… yeah Bela melted. almost came on the spot. doing that is a sure fire way to turn her on.)

W = Wild card (a random hc of your choice)

Hmm… here’s a few.

Bela is really into face sitting, both doing it and having her partner do it to her. And she’s not one for hovering, oh no no - it’s called face sitting for a reason. You will sit.

I also think she enjoys just… making out. A foreplay fave of hers is to start off slowly, making out and grinding with you (maybe even some dry humping) before getting to the main act.

Also… (this woman def doesn’t have a phone but, let’s just suspend reality for a sec) send Bela nudes and she will lose. Her. Mind. She thinks you’re beyond beautiful, truly , and seeing you like that just drives her wild.

X = X ray (what’s going on in her pants)

As before, I’m pushing the Bela with a landing strip agenda. I reckon Bela typically wears lacey black underwear, nothing too daring…

She does own lingerie though, and she loves showing you.

I actually think the most risky thing Bela’s ever done is turn up to your chambers one day, and give you a ‘try on haul’ of the new clothes she bought. the clothes in question were mostly lingerie. safe to say she was in your room for most of that night.

Y= Yearning (how high is her sex drive?)

Bela’s sex drive isn’t insanely high.. I reckon on average she can go between 1-3 times a week. Never usually more than 4 tops. Typically twice a week at an estimate.

Z = Zzz (how quick does she fall asleep after?)

Sleepy angel lmao, Bela can be out like a light quite quickly after I reckon. Which is rare, because in general I imagine Bela actually doesn’t sleep well.

But she’s so calm after being intimate with you, she just can’t help but feel her eyes slowly drooping. So whilst she rests her head on your chest in the aftermath and whispers soft “I love you’s” as you guys chat in the aftermath… don’t be surprised when she eventually stops responding. She’s fallen asleep x

Take it as a compliment, though, it shows how at peace she feels with you.

[urf4vsc0rpio]

what would you rate the dimi sisters on freak scale

like 1-10 how freaky

-dani luvr ^-^

Dimitrescu Sisters Freak Scale

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nsfw, mentions of Dacryphilia, degrading, toys, biting, blood consumption, oral

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: that's kinda...𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Might not be accurate, idk 😭😭 I probably forgot a few things I wanna add, idk and I feel like I went off topic a few times..

Bela Dimitrescu

Freak Scale: 6.5/10

- Okay let's be real here, I feel like she'd be lowkey busy asf yk? Older sister stuff

- Possessive, def

- Definitely pathetically whiny when she bottoms

- But when she does have time to get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂? Damn. Sending thoughts and prayers along w an ambulance

- Usually composed but it completely crumbles when she gets to let loose

- Has a shit ton of stress I bet

- Would it be bad if I said Bela has a mommy or mistress kink...?

- SERVICE TOP BELA. IDC WHAT YALL SAY. I STAND W THIS UNTIL THE DAY THAT I DIE.

- She likes to tease u occasionally but she's hella subtle w it (Still works tho)

- She loves taking her time, I can confirm bcs I'm her wife

- I feel like she enjoys light bondage, not w ropes but like fancy ass ribbon

- If you would let her, she'd definitely take her stress out on you..just sayin

- Fuckass biter. Definitely likes to mark up your inner thighs (This is totally from a fanart of her that I saw)

- #1 Edging and blindfold lover. Could be on u, could be on her. She just loves it

- legit LOVES. LOOVVESSS painfully slow strip shows. She wants to watch you suffer and squirm in your spot.

- Praising def

- Aftercare w her is the BEST. (I can also confirm this, I'm her wife)

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Freaky Scale: 11/10

- Just look at her.

- Massive prey predator kink

- Crazily possessive it scares me

- "Where are you going, little one?" She asks teasingly while you would run for your life as she hunts you down

- Expect to be manhandled A LOT.

- This mf is 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

- Would it also be bad if I said she has a daddy kink...? Listen, I can explain. (No I can't)

- Bondage. Lots and lots of bondage along w gagging/blindfolds

- How would she gag u, u ask? Could be using ur panties, her fingers, ball gags, hell maybe even a strap

- Also a massive biter, more chompy than Dani and Bela. She knows her fangs r sharp and she's gonna abuse that fact

- Cassie w a happy trail...bevshwgvdbsve

- Bites all over ur body, marking you up as hers

- Dacryphilia screams Cassie, she loves watching you cry from pleasure (maybe even overstimulation)

- "You can take more, you're my good little whore aren't you?" She says while pushing you past overstimulation, relishing in how beautiful you looked crying for her

- Be bratty w her, I dare you. That woman definitely enjoys brat taming

- Spanking + strap ons = Cassandra

- MASSIVE top, she can be on the bottom yet still top you

- Have I told you guys that she rlly enjoys manhandling??

- Topping her is like crazy rare, idk what you did if you managed to convince her in letting you top

- Also a fan of edging, she just loves hearing you beg

- CHOKING. OMFG HER AND CHOKING. NEVER SEPARATED.

- This woman I swear...would definitely strap you to the bed with a vibrator on its max or lowest setting to either overstimulate you (Max setting) or to torture you (lowest setting)

- She loves testing how much u can handle

- Rough sex 🤝 Cassandra

- Would definitely pull u away from whatever ur doing for a quicky

Daniela Dimitrescu

Freaky Scale: 10/10

- Switch. I believe in switch Daniela supremacy and I will DIE on this hill

- I feel like she occasionally likes being bratty when you're not paying attention to her

- My goodness this woman is obsessed w your blood, you can't prove me wrong

- If u think abt it, she wouldn't be afraid to show off her obsessive devotion towards u

- Unpredictable if u ask me, one moment she can be all playful and clingy then suddenly you'd find yourself either pinned to the bed or on top of her

- Experimental. Oh you mentioned a kink u wanna try? Sign her tf up!

- Also a biter, atp everyone is a biter (They can't help it, you just taste so good man)

- She has sharp fangs and she knows it. She enjoys how u shudder and whimper whenever her fangs graze ur skin

- Overstimulation, either her receiving or you, she'd still enjoy it

- Edging for her, idk I have a feeling she likes being edged

- Eating out 🤝 Daniela

- Once again, I will also die on this hill. Daniela is ADDICTED to ur taste like a smoker being addicted to vaping. "eh I can quit whenever" is like Daniela saying "Hey! I wouldn't mind fucking u without eating u out!"

- Every single sesh would always involve Dani going down on you.

- Definitely enjoys having her hair tugged, it just means that she's doing a good job

- OH THIS WOMAN LOVESSS BEING PRAISED.

- Have I mentioned how much she enjoys eating u out? Well she does

- Also a fan of light bondage

- "You taste so good..I can't get enough" She mumbled against your cunt, looking all pussy drunk with her nails digging into your thighs almost painfully

- This woman is possessive and u can't prove me wrong

- Cats 🤝 Daniela = Rubbing up against their owners

- Definitely enjoys being pounded into the bed w a strap, grips the sheets so hard she probably tore it once

- Scissoring + Vibrator combo

- Loves begging and LOVES hearing u beg

- Blindfolds on her, she def thinks it's so fun when she doesn't know what ur gonna do to her

- Would definitely talk about how you're all hers and how much she loves you while she fucks you senseless

- Can be rough whenever she wants to but would also go gentle if u ask her to

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 • 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hi, can you write a fic about Ruben surprising reader for a birthday (and it gets spicy🤭)? <33

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥���𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥(𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

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𝐍𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭

𝐆𝐢𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 @ruben-dias <3

𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

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Today was my birthday and to be honest I wasn’t really excited about it. Why? Well because my boyfriend Ruben wasn’t here with me. Sure he sent me flowers and a text early in the morning saying happy birthday but nothing was better than him being here with me.

I wasn’t planning on going anywhere because of that. I spent the day before hanging out with my friends just so I could be alone.

I lit a candle, put on my favorite movie before settling on the couch under a warm blanket. My eyes were glued on the TV for about 25 minutes before the doorbell rung. I groaned, getting up. I wondered who would be at the door this time at night.

I walked over to the door and opened it. A gasp fell from my lips as I saw who it was.

“Oh my gosh Ruben.”

My boyfriend Ruben stood on the other side, flowers in his hand and a present. A smile painted his face as he looked at me.

“happy birthday Bela menina.” (pretty girl)

I threw my arms around Ruben, hugging him tightly. His laughter filled my ears as he holds me close.

I pull away looking at his pretty face with a smile on my own. Ruben walks forward with me in his arms.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in another country.” I ask as I got down.

I take the flowers from him, smelling them.

“I couldn’t miss your birthday baby. So I convinced them to let me take the day off.”

I walked over to him and kiss him.

“I’m happy you’re here. I was getting really bored without you.” I kiss him again, this time more passionately than before.

Ruben didn’t pull away from me, instead he picked me up. His hand rested on my ass for better grip.

I moaned into his lips, tongue slipping into his warm mouth colliding with his. Oh how I missed him so badly through the days.

“Let’s go to the bedroom so I can give you your birthday gift.” Ruben said as he pulls away from me.

We stopped at the kitchen to drop off my flowers before we made our way up the stairs to the bedroom.

When we got there Ruben placed me down on the bed. He hovered over me catching my lips with his hungry ones. His were warm and wet and made my sex tingle. As if Ruben knew, his left hand fell in between my thighs and ran between my fold.

He didn’t stop until his fingers slipped into my cunt easily due to how wet I was.

“Tão molhado para mim, querido.” (so wet for me baby)

Ruben pulled away from my lips. He was quick to pull down my sweats and panties that I was wearing leaving me nude from the bottom down.

Before I could get a word out my mouth Ruben was diving into my pussy. I moaned, my hands instantly going to his hair.

“Ruben.. I miss your mouth.” I said. My head fell back against my pillow as my back arched slightly off the bed.

Ruben’s lips trailed from my clit down my fold, to my cunt where he pushed his tongue into my dripping cunt. He moaned sending shivers down my spine. I gasped when his tongue did circles around my clit.

“Taste so good Bebê.” Ruben said after pulling away for a second then diving back into your wet cunt. My breath speed up. What used to be quiet moans quickly turned loud as my orgasm approached.

Ruben knew you well so he didn’t what he did best, fingering me with his long fingers. He curled his fingers inside of me hitting my g spot just right.

“ah Ruben, I’m going to cum.”

Ruben lifted his head up for a second "Deixe ir, querido.” (let go baby)

I did as ruben, cumming on his long fingers.

He didn’t stop sucking and licking my pussy until I was physically pushing him away.

Ruben laughed when he pulled away knowing he has you under his influence. He kissed me against. I could taste myself on his lips.

When Ruben pulls away he begged me to pull off my hoodie. I did as he said, pulling it off the hoodie I had on.

Ruben took the opportunity to pull off his pants and boxers.

I laid on the bed waiting for him to join me. When he was taking to long for my liking, I ran my fingers between my fold touching myself.

Ruben turns to me shaking his head. “I’ll let that little action slide since today is your birthday.”

He pulled me by my legs to the edge of the side of the bed. I looked up at him watching him as he looked in between us.

“going to fuck this pretty little pussy.” Ruben said. Shivers ran by spine.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. My heart thumped against my chest as I waited for him to finally fill me up.

Ruben groans as he puts his tip at my entrance. I watched how we connected me swallowing him whole. The feeling of him inside of me made my pussy flutter around him.

Ruben hand found where my hips and waist meet and took a hold of it. He pulled out of me slowly then pushed into me. Our eyes met as he thrust into me. My moans filled the room with each one.

The room filled with our sounds. My moans, Rubens grunts, our skin slapping and my wet pussy.

Ruben thrust so sharp and consistent making me clench around him tightly.

“You fell so fucking good in me Ruben.”

A deep grunt left Rubens throat. “yeah I know. Buceta apertada me engole inteiro.” (tight pussy swallows me whole)

He stopped for a second letting spit drip from his mouth in between our legs. He returned to his actions this time harder than before. I didn’t even think this was possible.

I gripped the silk sheets under me and threw my head back. A series of fucks fell from my lips. I was close. Super close.

Ruben grabbed my boob that was bouncing with every thrust he did. He rolled the nipple in between his finger before pulling away slapping it.

“”ruben.” I whined. My legs were so close to closing but Ruben wasn’t going to allow that.

“I know pretty girl. Solte.” (let go)

Ruben thrust once more inside of me and I was cumming in his dick. My arms gave up and I feel back against the bed, breathing heavy from the orgasm I’m experiencing.

Ruben doesn’t stop, not until I was squealing from how sensitive I was from his thrust.

He pulls out and I groan from the lost. Ruben lips found my cheek when he kissed me softly.

“you ok?” he asked as he wrapped my legs around his waist. I nod, my hands finding his messy hair. I smiled looking at him.

“Best birthday ever.”

Ruben laughed. He kissed me softly with his warm lips.

You had no idea the next day he would ask you to be Mrs. Dias.

[babydoslilo]

Church Boy

A diferença entre eles era gritante. Um corpo se tornou rígido e tão tenso que não se podia notar o livre movimento da inspiração e exalação, os dentes pressionados juntos e o maxilar tão rígido que parecia capaz de cortar. O outro exalava uma maleabilidade enganosa quando, na verdade, tinha cada movimento perversamente calculado para conseguir o que quer, combinado com grandes doses de luxúria.

Essa one contém: Smut gay; Ltops; Hbottom; Harry power bottom; Exibicionismo leve; CNC leve (Louis trava e não consente verbalmente no início das coisas); Perda da virgindade e leve manipulação. 

WC: 4.6k

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O sol brilhava forte no caminho para casa, as ruas asfaltadas só serviam para aumentar o calor escaldante para os pobres pedestres que vinham da igreja em pleno domingo ao meio dia. A missa das 9h se estendeu mais do que o comum neste dia, então Louis além de faminto, estava cansado e suado por baixo das vestes comportadas que ele costumava usar. 

A rotina de Louis era a mesma desde moleque. Nasceu em uma família tradicional católica, frequentou a catequese, seguiu a maior parte dos sacramentos deixados por Deus, como o batizado, eucaristia, crisma e penitência, e enquanto não arranjava uma bela moça para contemplar a bênção do matrimônio, seguia frequentando os seminários promovidos pela paróquia local e não deixava de ir às missas todos os domingos. 

Ele amava estar em comunhão com a pequena comunidade do bairro enquanto celebram a vida na santidade, o que é uma grande vantagem de morar no subúrbio da cidade e todos se conhecerem. 

Foi por conhecer todos da própria rua, e de várias outras, que estranhou uma picape velha encostada na casa em frente à sua. Louis conhecia muito bem aquela família, os Styles, a matriarca era uma costureira de mão cheia e fazia um preço muito bom para a família Tomlinson por seu serviço e o marido dela trabalhava na biblioteca da cidade, ele até deu a Louis uma bíblia antiga que encontrou por lá, mas isso era um segredo só deles. A família também contava com mais um integrante, porém as lembranças de Louis se limitavam a um pequeno garoto desengonçado e com cachos rebeldes que há muito tempo não via. 

Os cachos chocolate que enfeitavam o rosto marcante e anguloso poderiam ter uma certa semelhança, mas o sorriso grande de lábios brilhantes por uma espécie de gloss rosado o  deixou desconcertado. De onde estava, do outro lado da calçada, Louis conseguia ver apenas a cabeça cacheada pouco mais alta que o carro e conseguia ouvir a voz rouca e os risos altos do outro garoto que parecia estar levando caixas e algumas mochilas para dentro da residência. É.. talvez o outro membro da família Styles tenha resolvido voltar para casa. 

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– Mamãe?? Olha quem está de volta! – o grito reverberou na casa silenciosa e o coração da mais velha acelerou só de pensar na alegria que seria ter de novo seu bebê embaixo das suas asas.

Ana, mãe de Harry, não via o filho com muita frequência desde que ele passou a detestar o ambiente pacato em que viviam e foi morar com uma tia no centro da cidade. A adolescência dele foi uma fase conturbada para a família que, apesar das crenças um pouco ultrapassadas, tiveram que abrir a mente “à força” tendo um menininho, que era doce e determinado na mesma medida, descobrindo se identificar com coisas que ninguém ali estava esperando. 

Ele sempre foi uma criança extrovertida e cresceu sendo mimado de mais por ser filho único, então quando começou a demonstrar interesse nas roupas que a mãe costurava para as filhas dos vizinhos e por objetos tidos como femininos, Ana não conseguiu reprimir e simplesmente acabar com a felicidade do seu bebê. Assim Harry, ou Haz para os mais íntimos, desenvolveu uma personalidade forte, descobriu a própria sexualidade, teve certeza sobre seus gostos mais afeminados e percebeu também que não conseguiria viver livremente ali naquele ambiente tão tradicional, apesar da família acolhedora.

– Haz, querido! Deixa eu olhar pra você, vem cá. – levantou-se da mesa de costura em que passava as tardes e puxou o menino para os seus braços. A altura dele não o impediu de se aconchegar nos braços gordinhos e com cheiro de lar.

– Tá bom.. chega. – se soltou entre risadinhas – nem parece que a gente se viu mês passado, a senhora pode ser bem dramática as vezes. Mas.. – ele não tinha muita paciência para enrolações, então resolveu contar de uma vez. – eu tô voltando de vez para casa, agora eu vou ficar de verdade.

A mulher precisou de alguns segundos para se dar conta do que aquelas palavras significavam e quando enfim entendeu, os olhos verdes lacrimejaram e ela voltou a apertar o filho com mais afinco entre seus braços. Sabia que era questão de tempo até Harry finalizar sua jornada de autoconhecimento e lapidação de personalidade e logo perceberia que um bairro ou as pessoas a sua volta não deveriam lhe impedir de estar com quem você ama, pois as vezes o tempo não espera estarmos prontos e segue o rumo fazendo o que for preciso.

Durante a sua estadia fora, Harry aproveitou as oportunidades para fazer a faculdade que queria, sair com pessoas diferentes, vestir diversos tipos de roupas até aceitar que tons pastéis realmente realçam seus olhos, e finalmente colocar como prioridade a sua satisfação pessoal. Ele não ia mudar seu jeito, independente de quantos olhares tortos e palavras feias lhe fossem direcionados. Agora, aos 23 anos e desempregado, ele encarou a volta para casa como mais uma etapa importante para reivindicar respeito por suas escolhas, aproveitar um tempo com a família e esperar aparecer ofertas de trabalho no rumo desejado. 

Após matar um pouco da saudade e conversar sobre isso com a mãe, Harry meio que não esperava o que ouviu.

– Tudo bem querido. Você pode esperar o tempo que for, aqui é sua casa e é até bom que enquanto você não consegue o emprego perfeito, vai me ajudar na lojinha e com as meninas dos Tomlinson – ela falava já voltando a sentar em frente a máquina de costura e não reparou como o sorriso do mais novo foi caindo. – Eu amo cuidar delas, você sabe, mas já tô um pouco velha demais para aguentar tanta energia e tenho certeza que vocês vão se divertir muito. – olhou para trás com o típico sorriso de mãe que não aceita objeções.

O cacheado assentiu devagar com a cabeça e sorriu amarelo, murmurando uma confirmação baixinho. Parece que a estadia em casa não seria tão ociosa quanto ele estava imaginando. 

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A adaptação à nova rotina não foi tão difícil assim. Harry passava as manhãs na internet procurando oportunidades de trabalho ou só matando o tempo, as tardes eram preenchidas na lojinha da mãe que ficava na garagem da casa deles cuidando de duas garotinhas de 5 e 7 anos, afinal a mãe delas trabalhava nesse horário e Ana não se importa de prestar esse favor à colega, e durante a noite ele se dividia entre assistir seriados pelo notebook, passear pela vizinhança e ver o quanto as coisas podiam mudar, ou sentar na calçada de casa com algumas amigas de infância para colocar o papo em dia. Ele apreciava muito esses momentos porque trazia o conforto que ele não sabia ter sentido tanta falta.

Outro ponto que ele passou a se acostumar novamente foi em acompanhar os pais na igreja algumas vezes. Ele não era tão subversivo assim e reconhecia o valor que a família e, na verdade, todo o bairro dava àqueles momentos. Mas isso não significa que ele deixaria de colocar suas calças ou shorts jeans com alguma blusinha delicada e com estampas fofinhas para ir às missas, o gloss labial e quem sabe uma trança nos cachos também podiam se fazer presentes se ele estivesse no humor certo. 

Foi, inclusive, em uma dessas ocasiões que ele se interessou bastante pelo o que viu.. Era domingo e na saída da igreja ele avistou dois vultos pequenos correndo em sua direção, as meninas agarraram suas pernas em um abraço conjunto e ele sorriu largo olhando para os cabelos castanhos lisinhos até uma sombra cobri-las e ele direcionar o olhar para o dono dela. O mais velho achou extremamente fofo quando o menino na sua frente desviou rapidamente o olhar para os pés e a bochecha manchou em tons vermelhos.

A semelhança dele com as pequenas garotas era extrema, então Harry deduziu ser algum parente… talvez o irmão mais velho que elas adoravam falar sobre. Os olhos azuis cintilavam na luz do sol, o cabelo em uma franjinha jogada para o lado, o moletom cinza que parecia maior que ele e a calça jeans larguinha completavam a aura angelical e pura que o menino passava.

– É.. oi pequenas, que bom vê-las aqui! – falou sem ao menos desviar o olhar do garoto a sua frente, talvez isso esteja contribuindo para a postura cada vez mais acanhada dele, mas Harry gostou dessa reação – Não vão me apresentar ao irmão de vocês? – ele quase riu quando o mais baixo levantou abruptamente a cabeça com os olhos arregalados.

– Oi Haz! – disseram juntas e uma delas continuou – esse é o Louis, mas pode chamar ele de Lou – sorriu com os dentinhos amostra.

– Hm, é, oi. – Louis falou quase em um sussurro com a voz fininha e Harry iria ter que pedir perdão a Deus por imaginar essa voz em outra ocasião bem em frente a casa do Senhor. – meninas nós temos que ir agora, mas foi bom te conhecer Harry. – agarrou as irmãs uma de cada lado e saiu com os passos apressados.

As semanas que sucederam esse primeiro contato entre ambos serviu como um divisor de águas. Se até então o maior não tinha notado a existência do outro, agora ele parecia procurar aquele serzinho tímido em todos os lugares e quando encontrava, se divertia provocando com olhares até o menino parecer vermelho e assustado demais. Ele sabia que era bonito e chamava atenção até dos caras héteros, apesar da leve desconfiança que aquele em específico não era tão hétero assim, então não deixou passar as vezes em que o olhar azulado se perdia na sua boca molhadinha ou nas pernas quase nuas.

Se tornou quase uma meta pessoal fazer aquele homem, que parecia não ter saído da puberdade e que exalava inexperiência, cair aos seus pés. E Harry, mimado como era, geralmente conseguia o que queria. 

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– Ô mãe, você viu aquele me– congelou ao entrar na parte da garagem que era fechada para os clientes provarem as roupas ou tirarem as medidas e encontrou sua mãe com uma fita métrica medindo o torso magrinho e sem blusa. – Ah, oi Lou.. – o sorriso que deixou escapar era nada menos do que predatório ao que ele passou a língua entre os lábios e procurou guardar todos os detalhes possíveis da visão.

– Harry! Você não pode entrar assim sem avisar querido. – a mãe lhe repreendeu enquanto o mais novo entre eles se atrapalhava para colocar de volta a camisa tentando não corar mais do que é humanamente possível por ter sido flagrado pelo outro naquela situação. Louis achava desrespeitoso se mostrar despido a qualquer pessoa que não fosse sua futura esposa ou, pelo menos, que não seja estritamente necessário, então quão mais rápido ele pudesse sair dali e se afundar em constrangimento dentro do próprio quarto, melhor.

– Louis, desculpe pelo Harry.. ele é meio impulsivo as vezes. – sorriu tranquilizadora – Já acabei com as medidas mas vou precisar ir na vendinha do outro bairro comprar elástico e zíper para finalizar o ajuste, você pode esperar aqui com o Harry enquanto isso, sim? – a mulher nem esperou respostas e saiu deixando os dois ali.

– É Lou – ele amava como essa palavrinha soava em seus lábios – vamos esperar na sala, as meninas estão cochilando lá em cima depois de brincar tanto e de lá a gente consegue ouvir caso elas acordem e ver pela porta caso alguém venha procurar a mamãe aqui, vem. – tomou a iniciativa de puxar o outro pela mão. Louis estava um pouco gelado e suado, mas seguiu o maior sem resistência.

– Você aceita um pouco de água, suco ou.. 

– Água, por favor. – soou baixinho, como se a presença do outro lhe intimidasse de alguma forma. Ele não tinha medo ou algo assim, mas sentia que não conseguiria controlar os próprios pensamentos caso se deixasse encarar o corpo ali tão próximo.

– Ok gatinho, você pode se sentar se quiser. Eu já volto. – sorriu com direito a covinhas e não se arrependeu pelo apelido desde que notou o cintilar passageiro nos olhos azuis.

Louis estava sentado no sofá simplório da pequena sala enquanto esperava pacientemente a vizinha voltar para enfim lhe ajudar com os ajustes nas roupas e o mais velho, por apenas 3 anos, trazer a água. Ele estava meio nervoso de estar sozinho com o garoto que lhe encara desde que voltou a morar ali, mas tentou relaxar os músculos das costas e pescoço, afastando um pouco também as pernas na tentativa de dispersar o tremor de ansiedade que costumava ter em momentos assim. 

O copo nas mãos do cacheado quase foi ao chão quando ele passou pelo aro de junção entre os cômodos e se deparou com o pescoço larguinho e sem barba esbanjando veias grossas enquanto o mais novo alongava a cabeça para trás e para os lados. A camisa branca estava um pouco marcada devido ao clima quente e a calça marrom que até então ficava larga, agora, ao abrir as pernas e se sentar de forma mais confortável, marcou as coxas pouco volumosas e não deixou muito para a imaginação sobre o volume que o "garoto santinho" possuía entre as pernas. 

A oportunidade foi dada de bandeja, só louco não aproveitaria, então o maior sentiu a adrenalina correr mais rápido nas veias, assim como o sangue que se direcionava a lugares específicos. Caminhando como uma fera que rodeia a presa, Harry se aproximou lentamente de Louis e sentou no colo dele, deixando as pernas dobradas uma em cada lado do quadril magrinho. 

Talvez impulsividade e atrevimento sejam seus sobrenomes, mas ele não queria pensar nas consequências no momento. 

Ao sentir um peso desconhecido sobre as coxas, Louis abriu os olhos imediatamente e consertou a postura. As tentativas anteriores de relaxar a tensão definitivamente foram por água abaixo por causa de um certo par de olhos verdes que lhe encaravam com determinação e algo a mais, e por um par de coxas grossas envolvidas por um short jeans curto demais para a sanidade de qualquer ser humano com olhos funcionais. 

A diferença entre eles era gritante. Um corpo se tornou rígido e tão tenso que não se podia notar o livre movimento da inspiração e exalação, os dentes pressionados juntos e o maxilar tão rígido que parecia capaz de cortar. O outro exalava uma maleabilidade enganosa quando, na verdade, tinha cada movimento perversamente calculado para conseguir o que quer, combinado com grandes doses de luxúria.

– O- o que você está fazendo? – o mais novo sussurra desesperado enquanto os olhos azuis vagam entre as escadas para o andar de cima e a porta aberta onde qualquer pessoa que entre na garagem poderia vê-los em uma situação no mínimo complicada. 

– Se você me disser que não me quer desse jeito e que eu interpretei todos aqueles olhares de forma errada, eu saio agora mesmo e nunca mais sequer me aproximo de você. É só dizer, gatinho. – essa, no entanto, seria a opção mais racional para um e a mais decepcionante para o outro. 

Louis não teve reação. A boca fininha continuava seca como se ele estivesse passando pelo deserto, os braços pareciam pesar toneladas jogados ao lado do próprio corpo, o coração palpitava em ansiedade e apreensão, e ele não tinha certeza dos próprios pensamentos. A resposta era para ser óbvia e repreensiva, mas o menino se viu congelado no lugar, observando passivamente ao que o outro interpreta tal comportamento como uma aceitação tácita e passa a rebolar lentamente, friccionando os quadris juntos. 

Descobriu que as poucas experiências que teve não serviriam como base para o que quer que viesse a partir dali. No fundo do cérebro confuso com os novos estímulos, Louis pensou ter ouvido o cacheado falar sobre serem rápidos para que ninguém chegue e veja eles. Registrou tardiamente a própria camisa jogada no braço do sofá e a quentura rastejando sobre sua pele. O arrepio que se alastrou dos pelos da nuca até a trilha entre o umbigo e a virilha quando sentiu dedos finos abrirem sua calça parecia um sonho nebuloso formulado pela mente suja que descobriu ter. 

Enquanto isso, Harry estava surpreso e admirado, no bom sentido, com o quão responsivo fisicamente o outro podia ser. Ele tinha uma vaga noção que, por causa dos ensinamentos religiosos, talvez o garoto a sua frente ainda fosse virgem.. Mas ver a íris azul ficar vidrada e sem foco, bem como a respiração cada vez mais rápida refletida no subir e descer constante do tórax e o pau duro como pedra com tão pouco, foi verdadeiramente gratificante. 

Ele nem tinha começado o que planejava, mesmo vendo com os próprios olhos a mínima probabilidade do garoto durar tanto, além do risco em serem vistos. Teriam que ser rápidos então.

– Eu vou te chupar bem gostosinho, ta? Prometo que você vai gostar. – Harry sentia a necessidade de esclarecer o que iria fazer para o outro não se assustar mais do que já aparentava, ele também gostava muito do sentimento de controle que o outro o dava de mãos beijadas. 

Não recebeu respostas mas o olhar em transe acompanhando cada movimento seu, os mamilos amarronzados durinhos e a mancha molhada na frente da cueca boxer eram fortes indicativos que ter Harry de joelhos entre as pernas abertas de Louis também o apetecia. 

A saliva quente se acumulou na boca do maior assim que ele abaixou o tecido apenas o suficiente para puxar toda aquela extensão para fora. Harry imaginava que toda aquela inocência não refletia o que estava guardado, mas não esperava ver o pau tão rígido que parecia doer e a cabecinha avermelhada brilhando em tesão. Por ele. O garotinho hetero e tímido da igreja estava quase gozando intocado por ele. 

Foi com isso em mente que Harry não tardou em cobrir todo o membro com a boca, era um pouco difícil e os cantos dos lábios ardiam se esticando ao máximo para abrigar tudo o que podia. Ele tratou de babar bastante para facilitar a lubrificação, não é como se ele andasse com lubrificante no bolso 24h por dia, então muita saliva e um esforço a mais teriam que servir... isso, claro, caso o mais novo não tenha um surto gay antes de finalizarem do jeito que o maior estava ansiando. 

Até sentir a cavidade quente e molhada ao redor do seu pau, Louis não estava tão presente no momento. O ouvido tapado como se estivesse embaixo d'água não o ajudava a se orientar e quando finalmente os olhos e a mente decidiram clarear, ele deu de cara olhos verdes marejados e vermelhos lhe encarando, o nariz fazia barulhos fortes inspirando e exalando de maneira sobrecarregada e a boca cheia beirava a sua virilha, o queixo lisinho roçando nas bolas sensíveis ao que batia lá. 

– D-deus.. oh, eu.. – O gemido saiu de forma exasperada, como se não acreditasse estar naquela situação. Um homem estava lhe chupando, afinal. Não era uma boca feminina, não era sua futura esposa dividindo um momento tão íntimo. Era a porra do vizinho, as vezes babá das suas irmãs, aquele que tinha coxas tão macias e fortes.. que por vezes deixava a poupinha da bunda redonda aparecer pelos shorts tão curtos.. que a boquinha cheia sempre estava tão molhadinha por algum tipo de maquiagem e Louis imaginou que gosto ela teria depois de lhe chupar com tanta vontade. 

– Ei, gatinho.. fica aqui comigo – percebendo talvez ser muita pressão para uma, provável, primeira vez e o outro estava se perdendo nas sensações, Harry decidiu deixar a tortura para depois e aproveitar também. 

Deslizou o jeans pelas coxas sensíveis e a boxer clara tomou o mesmo rumo, ele não tiraria a blusa para facilitar uma fuga quando a mãe voltar, e logo o maior estava novamente sentado sobre as coxas ainda vestidas do mais novo. Percebeu a postura ainda tensa e as mãos dele apertando com força o estofado marrom do sofá, se era uma tentativa de não tocá-lo ou de não gozar tão cedo não dava para saber. 

– Você vai me abrir com seus dedos, ok? Vamos ser rápidos porque eu tô doido pra sentar em você há um tempo.. hmm – mal terminou de falar e já colocou o dedo médio e o anelar de Louis na sua boca, babando tanto quanto fez no pau anteriormente. Os dedos grossos preenchiam sua boca de uma maneira lasciva e finalmente presenciou uma reação do garoto ao que a outra mão voou para a parte de trás do pescoço, se enlaçando aos cachos, e forçando a cabeça para frente até sentir pontas redondas na sua garganta. 

– Isso, vem.. coloca aqui – retirou às pressas e direcionou a mão até sua bundinha que rebolava ansiosa por algo a preenchendo. 

– Mas eu.. eu nã– a timidez e insegurança quase o fez recuar. 

– Eu te guio, não é tão difícil. Só.. – revirou os olhos e abriu a boca em um gemido mudo sentindo as pontas molhadas pela própria saliva rodearem sua entrada. Ele também conseguia sentir os próprios dedos que continuavam direcionando os outros dois até que a ponta de um deles lhe invadiu. 

A preparação era precária e a lubrificação não era o suficiente, mas a ardência e queimação de se esticar, prevendo uma dorzinha maior quando for o membro grosso do outro, fez Harry aumentar as reboladas estimulando, também, os membros juntos. Olhar para baixo e ver as glandes vermelhas se ligando por um fio elástico de pré gozo ou olhar para trás e abaixo encarando dois dedos tesourarem seu cuzinho, era uma decisão difícil. 

Um barulho assustou os dois garotos que estagnaram em seus lugares com os coraç��es palpitando e o estômago gelado. Pareceu ter vindo do andar de cima, talvez uma das meninas tenha acordado ou talvez o teto amadeirado tenha estralado como costuma fazer. Fato é que a adrenalina subiu ao sangue de ambos e eles se encararam por alguns segundos em uma conversa silenciosa sobre o que fariam a seguir. Eles podiam seguir em frente e correr mais esse risco ou parar por agora e não ter certeza nenhuma sobre voltarem desse mesmo ponto em outro momento. 

– Droga.. foda-se.

Os lábios se encontraram em um estalo, as línguas despontando para fora em uma dança explícita e quente. O cacheado tinha o domínio do beijo e provava do sabor do outro direto da fonte, os lábios inchando conforme os dentes branquinhos raspavam e prendiam a carne macia e fininha entre eles, a saliva espessa fazendo caminho até o queixo em uma bagunça que era só deles.

Harry passou a seguir a trilha molhada até o pescoço dando leves mordidinhas e chupadas que talvez deixassem vestígios mais tarde. Seriam ótimas lembranças. As mãos pequenas, mas fortes, estavam presas na cintura macia por baixo da blusa rosa bebê que o maior usava e a cabeça com os fios castanhos totalmente bagunçados estava recostada no apoio do sofá enquanto o quadril despido se esfregava com mais força e rapidez levando a ereção alheia entre as bochechas branquinhas da bunda.

Foi por tamanha distração em tantas partes diferentes do corpo que Louis não notou imediatamente a mão pálida segurando firmemente seu pau, guiando ele até a entrada pouco lubrificada. O calor abrigando sua glande sensível e virgem era inebriante, o aperto era tão intenso e dolorido que lágrimas brotaram nas orbes azuis e um gemido manhoso deixou os lábios inchados. 

Enquanto isso, Harry podia gozar apenas por saber ser o primeiro a proporcionar tal sensação ao garoto. Os dentes prendiam os próprios lábios para não gritar com a ardência da invasão, ele imaginava o quão fora de si o mais novo estaria se sentindo quando para ele, que já estava acostumado, já era um sentimento tão esmagador. 

– Isso é tão.. porra! – Louis se sentia sobrecarregado, desnorteado e sem palavras.

– Shh.. – calou o outro com selinhos enquanto escorregava cada vez mais pra baixo, abrigando agora toda a extensão dentro de si – Eu sei, Lou. Eu tô te sentindo tão, oh, tão fundo.. você vê? – agarrou a destra do outro e direcionou ao fim do abdome, entre as duas folhagens tatuadas. 

Sentir a pele suada e a respiração descompassada na palma da mão, bem como uma leve protuberância do que identificou ser seu pau, fez todos os músculos da perna e quadril tensionar, provocando, consequentemente, uma estocada curta e certeira na próstata do cacheado que não estava esperando por isso. Ambos os gemidos foram surpreendentemente altos.

Com isso, os movimentos se tornaram febris e constantes. Harry sentava com força, sentindo as coxas arderem e falharem pelo esforço, mas sem parar por um momento sequer. A mão grande com uma cruz tatuada parecia irônica em um cenário tão devasso ao segurar fortemente o pescoço bronzeado para ter algum apoio enquanto beijos e mordidas eram depositadas no peitoral nu.

– Eu não.. eu vou, hmm, eu– palavras desconexas saiam do lábios do menor e Harry percebeu as pernas abaixo de si tremerem e a barriga magrinha contrair indicando a chegada de um orgasmo. Ele não queria ser mau, mas não era do seu feitio aceitar que os parceiros gozassem antes dele mesmo, por isso levantou.

– Não gatinho.. não é legal vir antes do seu parceiro, você vai ter que segurar só mais um pouquinho.. eu sei que você consegue. 

Apesar de querer fazer o momento durar pela eternidade, sabia que não seria possível então trocou a posição para uma em que alcançaria o ápice bem rápido. Ele amava cavalgar de costas e ser observado e desejado pelos homens com quem transava, e o bônus dessa vez era estar de frente para a garagem aberta e totalmente clara pela luz do Sol, podendo ser visto por quem passasse prestando um pouco mais de atenção.

O corpo grande escondia e sobrepunha o menor que se sentia acolhido ao que teve novamente a ereção tomada pelo cacheado e as costas largas recostadas em seu peito. Os cabelos da nuca do cacheado batia em seu rosto e o tecido leve da camisa rosa esbarrava em seus mamilos a cada quicada que o outro dava; a bunda branquinha subindo e descendo pecaminosamente pelo pau cada vez mais rubro e dolorido agora era alvo das unhas curtas de Louis, que sentia as bolas repuxando e doloridas para liberar todo seu prazer. Ele estava desesperado por isso.

Gemidos saíam cada vez mais altos da boca cheinha e rosada do cacheado quando ele sentou completamente no colo do outro e puxou a cabeça dele de encontro a sua nuca, rebolando agora apenas para frente e para trás, dessa forma ele fazia a cabecinha gorda esmagar a sua próstata em todos os ângulos possíveis. Toda essa pressão nos lugares mais sensíveis fez as pernas tremerem, gemidos escandalosos soarem, estômagos retorcerem e líquidos quentes jorrarem. Eles gozaram quase ao mesmo tempo, pintando uma tela inesquecível para ambos.

Infelizmente o momento de frenesi e de recuperação foi tomado por desespero ao ouvirem uma voz muito conhecida se aproximando no meio da rua. A corrida entre catar as roupas, subir as escadas aos tropeços e se jogar na cama exaustos foi marcada por risadinhas e olhares travessos nada arrependidos. Essa foi por pouco.

[lordkingsmith]

Badass superhuman mamas who do half of what they do in the name of their daughters has got to be one of my fave tropes lol

Top to bottom;

Vampire Queen Necrolai and her daughter LeeLee

Overlord Camilla Carmine and her two daughters Odette and Clara

Lady Dimitrescu and her three daughters Bela Cassandra and Daniela

[highlifeboat]

listening to the girls’ voicelines while fighting ethan within context is heartbreaking, but outside of context is prettu funny lmfao dani literally says “I’m telling mother on you!” (her tone sounds betrayed in the fight but) she really is the baby of the family huh?

Daniela's voice lines when you fight her are honestly SO funny

Because they range from "Poor Manthing, no place to run?" to "I'm telling Mother on you!" to "Good~ Now harder." to "Why are you doing this?!"

Like the range between taunting/acting like a bratty child/flirting/sounding betrayed is insane. Also I think she's the only daughter that calls Ethan by name, the other two only ever call him "Manthing".

All the lines where she sounds betrayed are kind of sad tbh. She has way too many lines where it sounds like Ethan was her lover that betrayed her. (Granted she does have a line that's literally "We're through!" so..)

Actually there's some interesting things in their dialogs. (I don't think all of these are in-game, or at least I haven't heard them, but they are voice lines by the voice actors for the game so I take them as canon)

Cassandra has a few voice lines that are "Sometimes I want the first bite, you know?"/"I need to get a taste in before my sister gets in the way."/"Hair, skin, nails, I get what's left." Which, to me, implies Cassandra is at the "bottom" of their hierarchy, not Daniela like one would imagine. Which is interesting considering Cassandra seems to be the avid hunter, and arguably more capable than Daniela is. (Bela even alludes to the fact Daniela is the least dependable between the two) I assume Bela is the top of their hierarchy because she's the eldest and the "brains" so to speak, but considering Daniela is neither as smart as Bela or as much of a hunter as Cassandra, it's surprising Cassandra wouldn't be "above" her. Unless, of course, Daniela is Alcina's favourite and gets more favourable treatment simply for being the youngest.

She also has a lot of lines about being able to "smell" Ethan so... Bloodhound Cassandra Dimitrescu real and canon. (Which explains why she sniffed his blood off the napkin

Bela has a lot of voice lines insulting Cassandra and Daniela. "Worthless sisters, I have to do everything myself."/"Can't depend on my sisters, especially Daniela...."/"Where are those stupid sisters of mine?"/"I'm always taking care of their mess." But the other two don't really have any insulting their other two sisters. Cassandra says Bela "complains so much", and Daniela says her sisters are terrible because "They're always too busy to play.", but Bela says a lot of those lines like she's so tired of them. (Granted that could just be an eldest sibling thing)

Daniela is also the only sister that compliments the others. "Have you met Bela? She's the smart one."/"I wish I could hunt like Cassandra." Which is just... adorable. Peak little sister looking up to her older sisters as inspiration.

Daniela also has a line that's something like "I'll be even more beautiful, you'll see! Just like Mother!" which mirrors Alcina's line of "One day I'll be beautiful, just like Mother Miranda."

[neos-schlond-poofa]

RL CHARACTERS AS MALE MANIPULATOR MUSIC

Bela - The Smiths

Dani - Alex G

Cass - TV Girl

Donna - Radiohead

Miranda - no music, just the sounds of those she has manipulated suffering (and white noise)

Alcina - Lana del Rey. yeah this is female manipulator music but Alcina would not be caught listening to any of these guys

Angie - Weezer

MC - The Front Bottoms

Mia - The Cure

[mashup-writing]

Daniela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover) Headcanons:

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"Naiintindihan ko naman, iniiwasan mo lang masaktan."

"I understand, that you're just avoiding being hurt."

Summary: Headcanons about Daniela Dimitrescu (+ MC Romance Route so this contains Filipino Pop Culture references and Tagalog words. Translations will be provided in the Author's Note section at the end of the work.)

Warnings: Minor Angst (Bela's cameos), Suggestive themes, SPOILERS FOR DANIELA'S ROUTE!

Genre: RomCom, Fluff, Slice of Life, Minor Angst

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Regular Headcanons:

Secretly a fan of "Mama Mia".

Listens to Taylor Swift's calmer songs when she's cruising on her skateboard.

Daniela is the kind of girlfriend to go all out every day. Even in just the little ways.

She always has a family picture of her sisters and her mother in her jacket pocket.

Never fails to put on perfume.

Has boards specifically for cruising at night.

Those boards have wheels that light up.

Has scars on her knees, chin, shoulders, and elbows from flying off her board countless of times.

Doesn't tap her skateboard against the ground to clap for her skating bros.

Opting instead to clap normally with her back in perfect posture, like she was clapping for a theatre play instead of a skateboarding competition.

The Dimitrescu sisters were brought up to be classy after all.

MC Romance Headcanons:

MC asked her to teach them how to take care of a board once.

Daniela cried when MC gifted her a custom skateboard put together by their own hands, the bottom painted with a scenery of the local skate park.

She hangs it up on the wall, never taking it out for rides.

Simply thinking of the masterpiece sustaining scrapes sends Daniela to tears.

Whenever she wakes up before MC, she wakes them up with gentle kisses.

Most times her kisses will litter MC's face with fleeting speed. MC wakes up with laughter on these days.

Sometimes her kisses are placed on MC's neck, and on their collarbone.

On days like these, MC wakes up pinned to the mattress.

Their eyes would open to Daniela hovering over them with something in her eyes. As if the beastly nature she got rid of left pieces of itself within her.

She also tries to make them breakfast or dinner at least twice a week, it never goes well.

The food of choice either ends up undercooked, or overcooked (Burnt)

MC once woke up at night to singing, and to a steady thumping on her room's table.

They opened their eyes to find Daniela singing them a love song, using their study table as a cajun box.

"Bro, I love you but... What the hell is happening right now?" Dani beams at the question, halting her singing and drumming to place her hands on her hips.

"Glad you asked babe-bro! I was bored, couldn't sleep, and had the internet at my full disposal, so found this little thing from your culture called 'Harana'!"

"... Bro, I- Appreciate the sentiment but I'm pretty sure that Harana is done by singing from outside the house, facing the window?"

Dani smiles, bright and sheepish and unapologetic and MC finds herself falling in love again. "Yeah true, but the thing is: We live on the 4th floor of this building and I'm honestly not sure if my voice could carry that far.."

Yes, MC and Daniela call each other "Bro" as an ode to their friends-to-lovers journey.

Daniela tries to sneakily pick out flowers for MC from the Campus bushes ever since going to her Aunt Donna's Flower shop was rendered impossible.

Bela caught her once, and dragged her sister to her council room office for an earful of a lecture.

"Just what do you think you're doing, desecrating University property like that?"

"Picking out flowers for MC, what of it?"

"You're just going to hand it over to them with it looking like that?"

Daniela bristles at the punctuation, her temper flaring. But just as she opens her mouth to defend her relationship, Bela walks over to her work table and whips around to face Daniela with a pair of stationary scissors.

"You've got to remove the thorns first, along with some of the leaves at the bottom of the stem. I've got to some spare colored paper in one of my desk drawers, we'll wrap it up in those once we're done pruning these. We may not be Aunt Donna but we can atleast do our best to make this presentable."

Daniela stops asking her eldest sister for favors using blackmail after that.

Bela smiles and Daniela can't quite place why her sister's smile sort of looks forced and bittersweet (She remembers still.)

The youngest Dimitrescu chalks it up to her sister helping her out despite being uninterested in romance. (She wants them, always will. But in this loop MC's with her sister so she keeps herself away.)

(Bela may be heartless but her nature is always selfless.)

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01-11's debated heart loves this particular skaterbro with an undocumented softness.

Tagalog Words - Translations:

Harana - a courtship act of singing to your intended from outside of their house to ask for permission and for their hand.