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muffinsin · 2 months

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…i am NOT proving my previous point with this ask. (I feel like if I keep this up i’ll be known as waterports anon) 😭

would it be alright for you to write Cassandra getting very desperate while she’s in a meeting with the maids? maybe a very large lycan has previously broke into Castle Dimitrescu and broke all of the bathrooms and now Cassie is talking with the maids to get it fixed. as she speaks, Cassandra starts to increasingly feel the pressure on her bladder and only her s/o notices. Cassandra is trying to keep it cool while her s/o decides to tease her. eventually the meeting ends and Cassandra runs to her bedroom where her s/o sees the wet spot on her pants, which is slowly getting bigger and bigger? then her s/o fucks Cassandra. ty

-🎍anon

Sub Cassie has my heart

Absolutely, let’s get into it! ;)

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You dare move from your bedroom only when the loud banging and roars have completely subsided. It seems, rhetorically varcaloc has been slain.

However, the moment you exit the room you notice just how much damage the beast has caused.

You move slowly and cautiously, minding the broken glass and porcelain on the floor. Vases are broken, wallpaper is halfway torn at places. Doors are ripped off their hinges

You notice a few maidens run about at one of the bathrooms. It seems a slice to the sink has it malfunction now. The floor is wet even as the staff members do their best to turn off the water and clean the ground.

It doesn’t take you long to find your lover at all: really, it’s incredibly easy to track Cassandra with her loud screaming.

Upon entering the room, you see her yell at the woman in front of her. She grips her sickle tightly and has her other hand balled into a fist.

Your eyes widen a little. What’s gotten her so angry?

“Please, Lady Ca-AAH!”

You step in a moment too late, so that when you grab Cassandra’s wrist, her sickle has already made contact with the maid’s face.

“I do not ask for forgiveness. I ask for discipline!”, she yells angrily.

Again, you’re quite confused as to what has her this angry. Even as you move to her, she stays incredibly tense.

“I want those bathrooms fixed!”, she screams angrily, her sickle slitting through the air and narrowly avoiding several heads.

When you wrap your arm around her and set a hand on her hip, you notice how tense the poor thing is.

It’s rare she’s this angry!

Ah, but when you give her hip something that is meant to be a reassuring squeeze, she gasps lowly. It all happens in a matter of seconds, and her gasp is so low you think you must’ve imagined it for a moment.

But, no, the gasp was real. As well as her thighs now pressing harshly against one another. You smirk.

No, your poor Cassie is not all that angry at the staff. Your girlfriend is terribly pent up, and in a desperate need to use the bathroom.

And it seems, most bathrooms are inefficient now, by either broken doors or water spilling everywhere. All but one. The one in her room, the one untouched because she made sure to keep the creature away from this area, knowing you were locked to her room until after the raid.

It seems though, this slipped her mind. You’re not about to remind her.

Instead, you watch her with a sly smile, knowing the poor thing is suffering when there is but one bathroom she is fully capable of still using. Not that you would let her, now that you see how pent up your girlfriend is by her full bladder.

You can’t help but smile a little. With Cassandra leading a heated conversations with the maidens and demanding answers as to when the apparently broken bathrooms will be fixed, no one is left paying attention to you.

You bite your lip to hide a filthy smile as you slide your hand from her hip, then rest it on her thick ass cheek. It feels as though your blood is boiling from seeing her in the clothing you got her. Instead of her signature dress, Cassandra sports a black tank top, some light grey, tight jeans, and still her signature heels.

When you squeeze her ass, you notice her voice crack as she talks. Her body is relaxed for a mere moment before it tenses again. Unlike the maidens, who would never muster up the bravery to look directly at her, you see the furious blush that adorns her face for a moment.

While you have no way of knowing it for certain yet, you’re quite sure your girlfriend just wet her underwear a little before she could regain control.

Your hand gropes again shamelessly, and you smirk as it keeps making her tense more as she fights her body.

As you move about her, your fingers grasp her wrist tightly. She seems too flustered to even be able to attempt to stop you from pulling her along.

You move slowly and gently, just enough to have her shift more and more without Cassandra, or the few staff members in front of her noticing it.

The woman just keeps up her screaming escapade, demanding this and that. You see her practically tremble, partly from anger, partly from her frustration and determination not to make a mess of herself.

It’s an adorable sight to you.

She speaks of the broken bathrooms, and you feel her tense and jump when you press yourself up against her backside.

Your arms lock around you, and you smirk against her hair as you press down on her lower stomach.

You move your palms, and chuckle lowly against her when you press down right on her bladder.

The poor thing is trembling in your arms even and only yells and scolds louder and louder, as if trying to make up for this.

You aren’t sure for how long you keep it up until you suddenly feel a swarm of flies move around you.

You’re lifted off your feet, and gasp in surprise when you are dragged and lifted, carried and eventually dropped.

The world spins for a moment, until you’re able to recognize the room as her bedroom and feel her bed under you.

As you sit up, you smirk at your blushing girlfriend. Her thighs are pressed together harshly, her hands gripping her own shirt tightly.

Your smirk only widens when you spot the large, round, wet spot at her jeans. She’s blushing helplessly for you, her golden eyes refusing to meet yours.

Cassandra gasps audibly when you suddenly rise from the bed and grasp her chin tightly.

“Look at me”

She doesn’t dare to, not with the cold wetness between her thighs and running down her leg.

Cassandra moans when you force her head back by gripping dark, auburn hair.

“I said,”- another hard tug, and her eyes shoot to meet yours-“look at me, Cassandra”.

She’s blushing adorable and a deep crimson, her stunning, golden eyes showing a rare submissiveness in them. A dark painted lip is trapped between sharp teeth, and her thighs tremble with the attempt to keep from wetting and humiliating herself further.

It’s a delicious sight.

As such, poor Cassandra doesn’t stand a chance when you grab a handful of her ass cheek in one hand, her breast in the other, and slot your thigh between hers, forcing them apart.

You see the dark spot in her jeans growing for a moment and laugh at her humiliation. She’s submitting to you, her imposing frame small and obedient now.

You decide to have a little more fun with your lover, though. Yet- really, as much as you want to, you can’t bring yourself to take off her jeans. Their light grey color show the source of her humiliation perfectly, and don’t grant even the chance of hiding a thing.

Cassandra gasps when she is pushed backwards, her hands grasping the chair’s armrests. You smile down at your wet lover.

There is still more to come, though. You know you haven’t made her completely wet herself yet.

She whimpers beautifully for you when you cup her breasts through her shirt, then give them a hard squeeze. Harsh, painful, just the way she likes it.

Her you grab her thigh and pull it aside, preventing the woman from pushing it back against her other one. With a pinch and pull of a nipple, you watch the wet spot on her jeans spread. She’s adorably flustered and humiliated for you.

Cassandra squirms below you when you let go of her again, your touches unpredictable. She’s eying you carefully and almost shyly, overly aware of the blush on her cheeks and neck and the soaked material of her jeans right between her legs.

It seems, you have yet got plans for her, though. And as such she can only gasp audibly when you push your fingers in her mouth and begin thrusting them. Your other hand reaches to her neck, gently squeezing and massaging the cold, sensitive skin.

Again, the woman whimpers when she gags and wetness spills from her again, for a mere second.

You instead to fuck all her remaining strength and determination out of her. Cassandra’s muffled gags and cries fill the room as you pump your fingers in her mouth. You feel no shame as she gags and groans, and only laugh when each time you push far enough to make her gag, a little more wetness drips between her thighs and wets her clothing.

The thought of her soaked panties crosses your mind for a mere moment, utterly soaked and drenched in her, clinging tightly to her perfect cunt until it is ready to be peeled off by you.

She shrieks with every pull of her nipples, and moans shamelessly with every slap to her perky breasts. You pull off her top in one go, your tongue darting out to wet your lips at the sight of her lacy black bra struggling to keep her breasts contained.

You eagerly give it a tug, her breasts spilling over the fabric in an instant. Your eyes catch her nipples- pink and warm from your treatment.

Then, your eyes shift to her with a frown as you pull your fingers out. Judging by her flustered, yet concentrated face and little whimpers, shaking thighs and squirming hips, she still isn’t entirely empty. The pretty thing has more control to lose, still.

As such, Cassandra gasps again when you pull her up by her arm and move her to the bed. She falls on it when you push her, and kneels upon being commanded to.

You smile at her as she does, the brat utterly humiliated to the point she submits to you. Yet, you crave a little more. The last bit she can- and will- still give you. You want her entirely soaked, her bladder emptied at the expense of her soaked jeans that betray her shame.

She watches with trembling thighs and squirming hips as you move her arms behind her back, then tie your belt around them. The restraints immediately have her breathe a little heavier.

When you give them a tug and make her fall back against your front, you hum satisfied.

She’s at your mercy at last, and the both of you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Still, Cassandra squirms and attempts to turn her head back when she can’t spot you. She hears you move about, your hands easily finding and pulling the drawer of her wardrobe open. She feels her face burn, knowing all the naughty toys she owns are now for you to choose from.

She wonders, what will you use? Will you use a dildo on her? Will you bring accessories like gags and such? Will you spot the collar and leash hidden all the way at the back? Her face burns warmer at the mere thought of being collared and leashed by you.

Alas, you go for a different approach. One you know will secure your goal.

Cassandra jumps momentarily when she feels your hands slide over her thick, covered ass, then hisses when a hard slap comes in the form of your hand coming in contact with the juicy flesh. You watch for a moment, imagining it turning red underneath your very hand.

You grope and slap for a few more moments as you eagerly drink in her breathless gasps and little groans when you target the same spot twice.

At last, your hands reach forwards, and she immediately squirms and attempts to protest at the vibrator wand held in your right hand.

But- it will make her-

As she turns her head and gasps out her concerns, she catches the filthy grin on your face. No, you know just fine what it will cause. What it will cause her to do. Whether she attempts to hold back or not, it will be futile.

Cassandra squirms and groans as she tugs her arms against the belt, her hips moving in a desperate attempt to escape and spare her further humiliation when the toy is turned on.

You only chuckle at her futile attempts. She’s all yours, and as such, she is at your mercy now, just as she should be.

Cassandra moans loudly the moment the vibrator is moved against her covered clit. The wet material of her jeans and panties barely offer any protection at all. And even if so, she knows you would merely shove the toy inside her sopping wet underwear.

You hum and relish in her helpless pleas and gasps, her hips attempting to buck and escape the pleasure even when you wrap your arm around her tight enough to keep the squirming woman in place.

You watch, eyes wide and eager, as the wetness grows on her jeans. Cassandra’s eyes burn with tears of humiliation and pleasure, her clit more sensitive than ever before. She feels so riled up, and as though the vibrations against her are capable of making her cum any moment already.

You grind your hips against her backside, breathing lowly against the restrained woman as you feel her large, thick ass pushed up against your front. She’s perfect for grinding, you decide.

When you push the button on the wand again and the vibrations increase in their frequency, a loud moan and yelp is pulled from her.

“Do you like that, Cassie?”, you whisper, your tongue darting out when you’re close enough to her to drag it against her sensitive neck. She’s shivering, her eyes closed and her hands tightly gripping the belt restraining her arms.

“Y-ye-s!”, she gasps out even as her head is thrown back against your shoulder. You almost coo at your sweet, submissive brat.

Cassandra’s thighs shake and she moans and whimpers openly as wetness flows freely from her.

You watch the wet stain of hers grow larger with each passing second, then as the wetness seems to drip and flow down her thighs and to the sides of her knees.

Some drips through her jeans and onto the vibrator wand, other parts drop to the bed.

With the vibrations pulsing hard against her clit, you wonder whether she is even all that aware of the mess she’s creating.

Your teeth pushing in her neck are her undoing, and you smile against the sensitive flesh as she screams and moans. She’s trembling and shaking, her hips bucking to escape the sensation against her overly sensitive clit.

She orgasms hard, and you spot the tears of overwhelming pleasure and humiliation run down her pink, warm cheeks as she squirts in her clothing.

You smile lovingly at her as you allow the vibrator wand to hit the wet bed and pull down her soaked clothing. Drops of her wetness still cling and smear against her pristine skin when you use the dry part of the bedsheets- they would need to be washed anyway- to clean her off.

She’s panting and moaning still, her hands immediately grasping your arm when you remove the belt on her.

“Good girl, you’ve done perfect, Cass”, you praise. “You’re such a good girl for me, look at this mess you’ve made just for me”, you tease with a small kiss to her wet and warm cheeks. You taste her salty tears for a moment before turning her and wiping them away. Cassandra shoots you a happy, shy smile to reassure you she is fine.

“How about we get cleaned up now, pretty girl?”, you offer, sporting the many goosebumps taking over her body as she shivers from the cold wetness clinging to her lower parts.

She eagerly agrees, her hand intertwined with yours as she follows you, albeit on shaky legs, to the only bathroom still intact

#🎍 anon #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader

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dilxcs · 2 years

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Ppl forget that you can age up characters like an AU or smth. Keep simping for Baji, cuz me too 🤩👍

literally let me hug you rn babes 🥹🫂

honestly it baffles me how ppl can get so ignorant/mad over literal scribbles and lines 🤨

#thank you babes 🤍#go simp for baji as well !#he deserves all the love 🥺#asks🎑#bubs🎍; anon

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tumbler-polls · 6 months

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Submitted by @anon.

Reblog for a bigger sample size!

#mental health #state of mind #mental state #tumblr polls #tumbler polls

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polarcoconut · 1 year

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coconut tarot free questions : closed

These are free questions I’ll answer using tarot, oracle cards, and my intuition

Rules:

•include pronouns

•one question at a time

•send question in ask box

•include initials or name

•for romantic asks, include sexuality or preferred pronouns of s/o

•for questions regarding other people, include their name or initials and pronouns

•must be following me

•reblog my pinned post

•no anon

•private asks allowed

•only ask the questions i have below

•would appreciate feedback, but not required the first time

•feedback required once you ask your second question and from then on

•you can replace future spouse with next lover

if ur confused about any phrases or functions of tumblr send a question in my ask box

here’s a tip!

down below ⬇️is everything you need in the ask box. copy paste that in that ask box to make sure you have everything you need. then delete it once you have all the info

include pronouns one question at a time include initials or name for romantic asks, include sexuality or preferred pronouns of s/o for questions regarding other people, include their name or initials and pronouns

🥥-who is coming towards me in love

🌴-what good things are coming my way

🩰-What’s intriguing about you?

💄-What song matches the energy you give off?

💅🏼-What’s your biggest flex?

🧞‍♀️-How can you improve your sex life?

👼🏽-What should you be watching out for?

🧚🏽‍♂️-How can I improve academically

🪐-What am I not seeing?

🧖🏽‍♀️-Who’s talking about me (good or bad)

💃🏽-How do I stand out?

👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽-What is my life purpose?

👚-Who has a crush on me?

👙-Who is wishing bad on me?

🩳-What does my child think of me? (current children or future. please specify in ask)

👘-Who’s watching me?

👡-Who’s my future spouse?

🩴-What Am I talented at?

🥻-How do I make my wishes come true?

🦄-What do I need to let go of?

🐙-How can I improve my toxic traits

🐬-What are my toxic traits?

🐳-What will my future family be like?

🐋-What stage of my life path am I in?

💍-What will my wedding be like ?

🕸-How am I sabotaging myself?

🦈-What supernatural/magic abilities do I have?

🦭-Who can I trust?

🦦-What should I get [blank] for a gift?

🐲-What turns on my future spouse/current lover?

🪵-Where should I focus my energy

🐚-Who is trying to form a connection with me (not just romantic)

💐-Who feels guilty about what they’ve done to me?

🌻-What can I do to get them to forgive me?

🌎-Where should I travel?

🪺-What should I do regarding work/career?

🪐-How can I release my anxiety?

🍄-How can I make more friends?

🥑-What’s unique about me?

🎍-What should I do regarding my family? (If there’s a specific family member, please say so)

🍪-How do I connect with my soul family?

🥛-What is the best way for me to relax?

🏓-Who is my soulmate?

🛼-Who is my twin flame?

🪸-What lessons do I need to learn?

🔱-How does [blank] feel about me?

🪷-What karma from my past life did I carry to this life?

🌸-what guide is watching over me?

🌞-what will my proposal be like

🫒-what career should i join?

If you have any suggestions for other reading I should offer, feel free to submit in the ask box

#free tarot #tarot game #tarot #free tarot reading

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simplysimpingsimp · 2 years

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hi hello, ive recently saw ur writing and been reading it since (bro im inspired) this is my first time ever requesting stuff but i thought about like Reader calling their boyfriend/girlfriend wife/husband like with the hashira (maybe not all if you dont want to) but i saw a post similar to this on a mha based post and i just wanted a kny version <3 it is totally fine if you ignore since its a pretty boring request but yeah-

Hi hi anon! Aww that’s so sweet to hear that you felt inspired to request and thank you for allowing me to write your first request :D sorry it took me a bit to get to it! I like your idea (: it’s cute and there are never any boring requests! Though honestly I hope my peabrain got it right ToT if not, please let me know and I’ll gladly go back and edit it <3 thank you again! I’ll definitely write a second part to this one with the rest of the hashira!

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🌼 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝙷𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚆𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙷𝙲𝚜

🌼 𝚏𝚝. 𝙼𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝙶𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚒, 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗, 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚞

🌼 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

🌼 𝚝𝚠/𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 !

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𝑴𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐

Hearing Y/n call him their boyfriend initially was a little foreign to him as he never could really grasp that they were dating, more so he would think of it as like I like this person and they are mine but a little more awkward and sweet

But after he finally could understand he was so cute about it especially hearing the occasional slip of being called their husband

He would always have a light blush on his cheeks especially if it was in front of the other hashira when they were dismissed from meetings

Muichiro would be shy so he would hold their hand as a response in hearing ‘husband’

He would always respond with a quiet hum and a light smile on his face

He loved hearing them call him their husband because it made him want to look forward to a future with them

Muichiro would be so soft hearing that word from them ToT

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𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒊

hearing Y/n call him their husband was the most loving and wonderful thing to him

He would definitely cry because he would just be beyond happy being reminded of how much he means to them

Gyomei would always be around them so he would hear it every time when Y/n would talk to the other hashira about how they were and of the sort

He would be one to have them at arm's reach

Gyomei would always have a gentle smile on his face when he would hear the ring of the word “husband”

Man's heart would flutter and basically burst from how much joy he felt when hearing how lovingly they would say his future title

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𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏

oh dear god

Once he hears even the slightest sound of “hus-“ it’s all over

He would definitely make a big deal in teasing Y/n with it like “Teehee Y/n said I’m their husband”

Though it didn’t stop there— it had to be flashy obv, man’s basically would say it at the top of his lungs with his whole chest about how much he loves them

Tengen would probably proudly lift them up like Simba type shit and be like “This. This is my spouse, praise them!”

God this man

Though y’all know on the inside mans is probably blushing and having a whole cuteness overload hearing their gentle voice when they would call him their husband

Tengen would also probably be parading it around everywhere, “did you what N/n called me? Their husband! How flashy is that?!”

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖

take Tengen but more subtle teasing

“What was that, my dear? Did you call me your wife?” She would speak with a light giggle

“Where is my ring then?” Or “I don’t remember having a ceremony” Shinobu would always tease with things along those lines

She would definitely have a faint blush on her cheeks and would lose her cool on the inside

Shinobu would feel her heartbeat quicken from the sheer happiness of the slip of hearing the word “wife” from Y/n

With a faint blush after her teasing, she would hold onto their hand

When they would walk back together to the butterfly mansion, she would just be so happy, reliving that memory of hearing the word ‘wife’

“After we slay everything, I promise you, I’ll get you your ring,” she would hear Y/n say, “So then you’ll officially be my wife,” they would say with a genuine smile making her flustered

She’ll get Y/n back next time

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs/ᴀsᴋs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ !! sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ

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chaepink · 5 months

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broooooo i hate myself sm😭😭 like- whenever your requests are closed my mind is fucking filled with all of these ideas n shi that it forms a fucking rainbow and when your requests are open the only thing in my mind is the fucking elevator music from doors😭

-⚫️ anon

also can i be changed to 🎍 anon? thx

my requests are never closed (unless i have ALOT of asks) but theyre open rn so you can send in ideas if you want!

and yeah sure!

#chaepink.answers #[ 💌 ] anon mail!

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aweina · 9 months

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OHSHIT FORGOT THE GRASS 🌲🌱🍃🥦☘️🍏🎄🥗🥬🌾🌽🌵🌿

HAVE SOME FLOWERS FOR GOOD MEASURE ❇️🌷🌸🌹🌺🌻🌼🎍🏵️💐💮🥀

anon i’ll need a whole national park to recover from the parasocial relationship i developed with the hobart brown and the concerning headcanons i make of him

#.origami record #down bad is my middle name #i actually went outside and saw some nature yesterday #it didn’t work

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un-favoredprotag · 2 months

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Hey hey! I know I should be minding my own business, but this is a different story.

That anon is quite the sus character, so it's best to ignore it. You can get through this, I believe in you!

And here!

(It's a charm of sorts. A charm in the shape of scissors.)

Now I'm going to sit back and watch the chaos. See ya!

-🎍(#36)

>[You hold the charm, what will you do with it? you have no idea.....You just hold it before putting it into your pocket]

#elevator hitch #elevator hitch protag #studio investigrave #rpg horror #protag #protag.ask

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muffinsin · 3 months

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wow, your watersports post awakened something within me 😳

is it alright if you wrote about Cassandra having her bladder controlled? like her s/o forbids her to go to the bathroom and throughout the day she slowly gets more and more desperate while trying to pretend everything is ok until finally she has no choice but to let go 💦

-🎍anon

You’re not the only one👀🙇‍♀️

Let’s get into it! ;))

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Cassandra jumps as you come up behind her, your hand set on the arch of her lower back.

“How are we doing, my pretty girl?”, you whisper, your warm breath hot against her ear.

You feel her hair tickling your face as you pull down her hood and move your head to her neck.

She shivers at your touch, and mewls lowly as your hand runs down her clothed lower back and sets on her round ass.

“What do you mean?”, she asks, her breath hitched slightly. You smile at her.

You hum at her. Very well, if this is how she wants to play it…

You don’t mind waiting. You know, Cassandra will cave in sooner or later. She cannot act oblivious to the ever building pressure in her bladder forever.

No matter how hard Cassandra attempts to hide and deny it, you see the way her nails dig into the wooden table and how she arches her back for you, her thick thighs pushed together harshly.

“Mhmm, very well. How is the wine tasting going?”, you ask instead. When you squeeze her clothed ass, a gasp is pulled from her parted lips.

Her thighs clench together harder.

“G-Good, Mother will be- pleased with this season’s results”, she speaks, her voice trembling slightly as you fondle her thick behind through the dress.

You hum at this, and she watches with curious, dark golden eyes as your free hand reaches over the table.

As your hips press into her, Cassandra gasps once again. She feels as though she is hypersensitive from your teasing, aware of every little touch of yours.

She frowns as you reach for the wine glass and bring it to her wet lips. You smile at the whine it pulls from her.

“Go on, Cass, drink up for me”

She eyes you for a moment, a low growl coming from her throat. You hum as she goes to take a sip, just a tiny one.

Just enough to tell whether the wine is good, and fit for her mother’s tastes and the market.

You, on the other hand, have different plans.

Cassandra’s eyes widen when your hand slides from her ass and grips her hair tight, her head tilted back as she gulps down more and more, until the glass is empty.

When you drag it from her wet lips, she gasps for breath.

You notice some of the wine run from her wet lips and down her chin, and watch with envy as a single red drop runs down her throat.

“Such a messy girl you are, Cassandra…”, you tsk.

She groans as your tongue darts out to lick her neck, and you hum at the taste of the winedrop on her soft skin.

She inhales sharply when you bite her throat, her nails scratching the wooden table momentarily before her hands still again.

You moan as she grinds herself back against your front, and laugh when immediately she tenses and presses her thighs together again.

Cassandra’s lips part when you reach for the next glass, and yet again gulps down the wine that is poured in her mouth.

“That’s it, that’s exactly what I want to see”, you whisper against her wet neck. She’s shivering, and moans when you let go of her hair and instead, your right hand slides down her body, to her front and presses down on her bladder.

You know, it’s not unbearably full yet. But you’re getting there. She is.

Cassandra moans when the glass is lifted from her lips yet again, and with your body hot against hers, you reach forwards and grasp the pen and sheet from the table.

“G-Good, it’s- very sweet”, she answers your silent question, and watches as you fill it in for the wine in question.

“I-I think I should go help Be-mgnphf!”- you cut her off boldly with another glass to her lips, and more wine that is poured down her throat.

Cassandra coughs, but drinks it all. You smile at this. You know, it will not take much more for her to squirm beautifully for you, and from then on it’s merely a matter of time until she is trembling below you, unable to hold herself back anymore.

“You’re not going anywhere yet, Cassandra. We’ve still got a few glasses to go, pretty girl”

“Seriously?”, she scoffs, her eyes rolling at you. You only smirk at her, your frame blocking the bathroom door for the second time today.

“You realise I can just swarm right under, right?”, she replies, her fingertip trailing along your jaw. Her normally so strong and precise fingers shake slightly, betraying her desperate need to use the bathroom behind you.

You hum for a moment, as though considering her words, before you take her hand and place a light kiss to her knuckles.

“Mhmm”, you agree, and grin when you tip her chin up and golden eyes widen momentarily. “Why don’t you try that, buttercup?”

Her position straightens for a moment and a shocked gasp falls from her lips. “What?!”, she shrieks, her foot stomping, her fisted hands shaking as she protests against the petname.

You merely smile at her.

“You know I will do it!”, she says, but is yet again reaching for the knob of the bathroom door. Again, you just catch her wrist and push it away before she can grab onto the door.

You wonder: can she even swarm properly with her senses so on fire? With her mind occupied with the urge to use the bathroom, and only that? Maybe…

“And I said, try it, Cassandra”

She shivers, her face turning to free her chin from beneath your fingertips.

“You can’t be serious!”, she groans. “What are you even trying to achieve?!”, she groans, frustration evident in her voice. She feels the strong pressure of her bladder, the growing urge to use the bathroom on her mind.

You don’t grant her an answer, and smirk as her thighs press together. You’ve made it your goal to deny her the bathroom today until you get what you want from your bratty girlfriend, and it seems to work perfectly so far.

Having not caught on in the morning, Cassandra easily allowed you to distract her and bring her right down for breakfast, rather than use the bathroom.

To add to this, you ensured her glass was always refilled whenever she emptied it.

Now, merely after lunchtime, Cassandra feels the consequences of such actions in the form of the ache between her legs and the urge to empty her bladder.

“Move, you pest!”, she groans, yet again attempting to push past you.

Cassandra’s breath hitches when you grab her hair and hold and tug tightly, her knees bending and her head tilting back.

She’s breathing a little heavier.

“Wont you even say “please”, Cassandra? Where are your manners, my pretty girl…”, you hum.

She squirms, her golden eyes pressing shut. “Not here…”, she urges shamefully, her hands grasping your arm tightly.

You hum at her, and look around. While standing in a semi public area, there is no staff member in sight.

“Then be a good girl”, you whisper into her ear, your warm breath tickling it. “Be a good girl, ask me politely to move and I’ll allow you to go in”

She growls, as though angry at this. She shouldn’t have to! She should just-! Ugh!

She whimpers when her hair is tugged, and gasps as she feels a little bit of wetness dare spill from her.

Her thighs are clenched together tightly as she looks at you, her eyes wide and paranoid.

What if someone is to catch her in such a situation?! She’d never be able to live it down.

With another tug, you remind her time is precious.

She mewls as more wetness dares to drip out, no matter how hard she presses her thighs together.

She really needs to use the restroom!

Cassandra feels a light blush on her cheeks as she relents, her eyes not daring to meet yours in such a humiliating situation.

“Please, let me go to the bathroom…”

You smirk at her, your grip on her hair used to tug her with you, right inside the room.

Cassandra gasps when she is pushed down on the toilet rather harshly, her legs pushed together tightly and her arms crossed as she attempts to recover from the humiliation of being dominated in public, as well as of almost wetting herself.

“Well? Go on”, you challenge, your smirk widening at her now shocked expression.

“What? No! Move away!”, she shrieks, the embarrassed sadist’s cheeks taking on the colour of a bright pink.

“I will not be doing- that- when you’re right here!”, she demands, her voice high. You surely can’t expect her to-

Cassandra gasps when you lift her dress, one finger on her panty-covered clit while you press down on her bladder with your palm. She groans beautifully for you.

“Go on, Cassandra. Wet yourself for me”, you whisper, a challenge. She shakes her head stubbornly.

“I-I don’t have to use the bathroom anymore!”, she squeals when a little bit of wetness drips from her.

Quickly, she clenches her thighs and stops this, and yet it’s not quick enough for you to miss the now wet spot on her panties.

You laugh as she gets up quickly, too fast decidedly, as her trembling thighs shake and you steady her by grasping her hip.

“I-I don’t need to use the restroom anymore!”, she squeaks, her voice unnaturally pitched and her cheeks an unusual, pink colour.

Cassandra moves backwards, her arms wrapped around herself even as she insists, she doesn’t need to use the bathroom.

“Very well, Cassandra”

You hum as you pull Cassandra on your lap, and chuckle when she immediately gasps and attempts to clench her thighs together.

None of that anymore, you decide.

She squirms beautifully when you grasp her wrists, one in each hand, and looks down at you with a preciously desperate expression.

She’s utterly helpless on you now, her hips moving and her eyes pressed shut as she uses all her remaining strength to hold back.

But you know, it’s a fight your darling girl can’t win. Secretly, she knows this too.

She shrieks when you part your legs and she is left sitting on only your right thigh. Again, wetness drips out of her, and this time you feel it properly.

The warm, wet feeling against your thigh.

It stops as sudden as it begun, with her face burning pink and her bottom lip caught by a sharp tooth.

She whimpers when her wrists are let go of and you cup her breasts. Again, you feel a little bit of wetness drip from her.

While her black panties reveal little of the wet stain on them- you wish you had put her in light grey ones instead- your light blue jeans do.

Cassandra too notices the large stain of her own wetness on you.

She feels it press against her own cunt through her soaked underwear.

She shivers as you lean up, your lips brushing against her earlobe as you talk.

“Are you ready to admit you want to wet yourself, Cassandra?”, you whisper, and she gasps.

Stubbornly, still, she shakes her head.

You raise your eyebrow when she grinds down on you, her nipples hard even through her dress, and moans immediately falling from her lips.

You smirk at the brunette. Yes, this is the most sensitive she has ever been.

“And you assume you’re going to just take some pleasure for yourself now, Cassandra?”, you hum. She nods, her head thrown back and her hands gripping your shoulders as she grinds down on your thigh.

She’s fast, and desperate, and shrieks whenever a little bit of wetness spills from her.

“I ne-need it…!”, she groans merely.

For a moment, you watch her. However, you’re not quite happy with the way she’s getting herself off just now.

You want to see her when she loses all control over herself, after all.

Cassandra can’t help the pathetic whimper that falls from her lips when you move, and gasps audibly in surprise when you push her towards the bed.

“Undress and get on it. I’ve got a little surprise I want to share with you, Cassie”, you whisper.

This time, you hear her flies buzzing excitedly.

Cassandra squirms as she pulls off her dress with ease.

Happy you aren’t facing her but rather digging through a drawer for your surprise, she pulls her wet, soaked underwear off her.

“Hurry!”, she whines, her hips shaking a little as she climbs onto the bed. Her bladder is painfully full, so much so it’s nearly unbearable and impossible to hold back.

Still, she is sure you will let her use the restroom after this. She wants to cum, badly, and is convinced afterwards you will grant her permission to relieve herself for her good behavior.

You simply must.

The first thing she sees you retrieve, is thin, but sturdy black rope.

“Scared?”, she teases, a self satisfied smirk on her lips even as her cheeks are flushed and her breath is coming out in fast, short pants.

“Mhmm, no, pretty girl”, you whisper as you tie her wrists behind her back. Cassandra allows this easily. She’s so desperate, both- to cum and to empty her bladder- she doesn’t think to misbehave or drag this out for herself.

She wants it fast, and intense. And you will get her just that.

Cassandra’s eyes widen upon seeing you retrieve a relatively large, white vibrator wand. Instinctively, her thighs rub together and she arches her back for you.

“I’m going to slut you out, Cassandra, until you’re ready to accept your role”, you whisper, your hands kneading soft hips.

Every little touch of you makes her mewl and squirm.

You climb into the bed behind her, your legs on the inside of hers to keep the woman’s smooth, thick thighs spread widely for you.

Poor Cassandra is gasping when her throat is kissed and the small action alone causes a few drops of wetness to spill out of her.

She’s whimpering and moaning in front of you, her tied wrists and your legs hooked over hers refraining her from hiding the mess she’s making.

“If you’re not going to admit you want to wet yourself like a good pet, we’re just going to have to prove it, I suppose”, you coo, your voice light and teasing and bringing shivers down her spine.

Cassandra watches, trembling, as you push the tip of the vibrator against her clit, and moans when you turn it on and to a medium setting.

“Come on, little slut. We both know you can’t keep this up”, you taunt. Her head is thrown back within seconds already, her hips bucking helplessly and her arms twitching.

“AH!”, she shrieks when some more wetness spills from her, and slaps against the bed and her stomach as the vibrator distributes it.

“Let me see, my needy little pet. Do you honestly think you can keep this up? We both know you’re going to make a horrible, horrible mess all over our pretty bed”

She squirms, her face entirely too warm for her.

You laugh when her eyes press shut and she bites her lip tightly, harsh enough for her sharp teeth to cut into it and for the taste of infected blood to fill her mouth.

“That isn’t going to help you either, pretty girl”, you taunt with a large smile on your face.

Cassandra shrieks when you turn up the vibrator a little bit, the buzzing harder and faster against her poor clit.

She cries out and moans when wetness spills from her again, creating a large puddle between her legs until she stops herself again.

You hum at this. “Good, but not nearly good enough.”, you say.

Tears fuelled by her concentration and the pleasure her oversensitive clit receives run down her cheeks, her head thrown back, her lips parted as she pants.

You’ve never seen the woman this desperate, and it’s a massive turn on.

Smooth legs shake below yours, hardened nipples ache even without your touch on them.

Every few seconds more drops of wetness drip out of her beyond her control.

“P-PleaaAh! A-Aahnmmmng, please! Let me- mhnmmnn f-fuck! Fuck please! Let me use the bathroom! Ju-just let me- mmpfh!”

Cassandra moans into your mouth when you push your tongue inside.

“I told you, you’re going to get your sweet release when you’re a good slut and wet yourself for me”, you counter easily when you pull away again.

She’s panting harder and harder, her poor body trembling and spasming in a desperate and futile attempt to deny herself the pleasure that’s given to her.

“Pl-ease!”, she begs. The humiliation of the mere thought of wetting herself like this is nearly enough to make her orgasm already.

She feels herself getting closer and closer to her bittersweet release, when she knows humiliation and pleasure will come together.

“Don’t fight it, pretty girl. Show me”, you demand, your fingertips ghosting over her sensitive nipples.

Cassandra’s moans increase in volume as she gets closer, her body shaking and trembling.

At last, your sweet price. At last, your patience has paid off.

She screams her release as she orgasms, wetness dripping out of her with no way of being held back any longer.

Cassandra’s back is arched perfectly, her eyes pressed shut as her own wetness spurts from her, all over her own thighs and the bed, the vibrator wand and her stomach even.

She’s panting, even when you remove the vibrator for a moment and pull her closer, hungry eyes inspecting the large puddle underneath her, the wetness that still flows from her as she moans and squirms.

“That’s it, that’s what I like to see”, you praise, well aware of the shameful blush on her cheeks as she keeps wetting herself, more and more, unable to stop until her bladder is emptied and her thighs, as well as the bed is soaked in her scent.

“Good pet, Cassandra”

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