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mistydeyes · 1 year

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eyes for the stars

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summary: The 141 boys can't help but feel slightly jealous about your celebrity crush. They can't help but wonder why you're so obsessed with them.

pairing: 141 x civvie! Reader

warnings: swearing, spoilers for Euphoria!

a/n: a little self indulgent because i too have all of these crushes (love my problematic ladies, sydney and phoebe <;3)

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price: pedro pascal

The minute you laid eyes on him you were hooked. From episode 1 of The Last of Us, Pedro became your very apparent celebrity crush. Who doesn’t love a strong parental figure who will do anything for his unconventional child?

Ever the observer, Price noticed how your Instagram stories were filled with reposts of Pedro at award shows, magazine covers, and even behind-the-shoot pictures. He even noticed the growing collection in your shared home of Mandalorian memorabilia. He couldn't help but feel hurt that his partner posted a celebrity more than him.

As Gaz looked over his shoulder he commented, "Looks like a more handsome version of you, Sir." "Get back to work, Sergeant" Price commanded, before shoving his phone back in his pocket. He couldn't believe that this was getting to him.

“You have a type, love,” Price said as you sat watching another episode of Narcos. It was your turn to pick a show to binge and of course, you picked this one. Price secretly wished you spent his leave watching anything else. You were glued to the screen as you sat in your boyfriend’s arms. “I do not,” you argued, “you and he are so different.” You rolled your eyes and he let out a small chuckle.

“He’s an older man who is surprisingly resourceful and doesn’t let many people in until he’s given someone to protect with his life,” he began and you realized the similarities, “Plus, look at him. I might start shaving my beard and only having a mustache for you.”

As the realization hit you, you couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at his observations. You paused the episode and held his face gently. "I'd much rather have this mustached face here with me than him," you said and shared a loving kiss.

Price was later happy to say that your stories of the man were significantly less than before. Good thing he didn't see your phone wallpaper was of the very famous Pedro Pascal edit (yk the one).

soap: sydney sweeney

You both were unapologetic about your love for the problematic blonde on Euphoria. Although you couldn't condone her rumors about Glen Powell, you couldn't help but obsess over the gorgeous woman. A new Syd’s garage TikTok? Queue you running around your house to find your boyfriend. You both religiously watched her in episodes of The Handmaid’s Tale and White Lotus. Don’t even get me started on when she appeared on the red carpet, your texts were flooded with pictures and emojis.

There was always one rule between you and Soap: don't watch any Sydney Sweeney movies or shows without the other. He instituted that rule once the new Euphoria season was predicted to come out. As he left for another mission for the 141, he kissed you and said, "No Sydney without me, promise?" As you gave him your pinky, you wouldn't realize you would be breaking that rule later on that year.

To be fair, no one could have predicted that their mission would have taken until the end of November. Also, it was technically Soap's fault for not binging the show before he was deployed. However, since the call to duty was ever present, he didn't want to start a show without knowing he could finish it. You waited until August to finally start it. You had been dying since the season ended in February and had blocked all spoilers.

The minute the show started, you knew you couldn't stop. The plot line between Nate and Cassie was just TOO GOOD. Hours later, you had finished and were ashamed of yourself. You just had to know how the drama between Maddy and Cassie ended. Logging out of your account, you tried to hide all the evidence before your boyfriend inevitably came home.

It was December when Soap returned, excited to be home with you and even more excited to start Season 2 of Euphoria. As you made you both some popcorn, you heard an ear-piercing scream from the living room. You rushed over to see what happened but Soap stood there with a shocked face. "Bonnie, why does HBO say you finished all the episodes?" he accused and you knew you were done for. "I-" you started before he interrupted. "You betrayed me, worse than Graves," he said almost as if he was crying. As you looked at him sheepishly he said in a soft voice, "Please tell me that the rumors about Cassie and Nate aren't true."

gaz: henry cavill

Who could compete with Superman? Certainly not Gaz, in fact, he would get a little jealous when you mentioned your little crush. You loved Henry Cavill specifically the DC Comic version of him, not The Witcher. Gaz regretted ever letting Soap get you into the new films.

For the past year, your boyfriend would not hear the end of your pining for the dark-haired beauty. You were non-stop, always talking about his latest interviews and always having his films on repeat. Gaz even had to stop you from putting a framed picture of Henry on your fireplace mantle. You finally agreed that Henry belonged on screen, not in a frame along with your loved ones and your boyfriend.

Gaz miraculously was home for Halloween, a first! You had been invited to a party by your friends and decided on a Cat Woman costume. Oddly enough, when you asked Gaz what he was wearing, he said he already had it covered. This was his chance to show you who the real hero was. You tried to find out the best you could (even looking through his search history) but you could not find what it was.

"Babe, can you at least tell me you're on theme?" you asked over the phone, it was a few weeks before his return and you were anxious to know his secret costume. "Trust me, love, you'll be pleasantly surprised" he answered and you audibly groaned at his mysterious tone.

“Kyle, are you ready?” you called, dressed in your Cat Woman costume. You loved Lois Lane but something about the powerful energy Selena Kyle had plus her sexy attire made you pick this instead. As you adjusted your all-black outfit in the mirror, you heard your boyfriend descend the stairs. You turned around to see him dressed in Superman’s signature costume. The costume was of surprising quality, perfectly defining your boyfriend's physique and making his butt look great.

“I heard there’s someone who needs a superhero,” he triumphantly said as he struck a pose. You smiled widely and took many pictures. “You look amazing, babe! This is just like the movies,” you said excitedly as you kissed him on the cheek. “Bought it just for you” he winked, “Gotta let you know who the real hero is.” You laughed and punched his arm lightly. “Let’s go my Lois Lane,” he said and you grabbed his hand, getting ready to face the world with your hero.

ghost: phoebe bridgers

Now Ghost isn't like the rest of the 141 boys, he won't let his jealousy get the better of him. BUT COME ON, you were in love with Phoebe Bridgers, the haunting singer of Boygenius whose grey hair glistened in the moonlight. You owned every single record of hers and constantly pined over the TikTok videos of her on Taylor Swift's tour. You even bought you and Ghost her matching sweatpants with bones on the front and her name on the butt. He wouldn't admit it but he did love her style. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy whenever Kyoto came on the radio.

While on duty, Ghost could feel his phone ring. He answered immediately, knowing you only called for emergencies. He was greeted by you screaming. "BOYGENIUS IS COMING TO LONDON WE HAVE TO GO!!" you yelled excitedly. Ghost mentally slapped himself, he would have to remind you that this line was only for major injuries or death. "Love, Boygenius is not an emergency," he said sternly before you responded, "SIMON, PHOEBE FUCKING BRIDGERS WILL BE SHARING THE SAME AIR AS US," you yelled back. Ghost was glad no one was around because he would never hear the end of it. "Calm down, I'll see what I can do," he said before reiterating his love for you and hanging up.

When Ghost returned home, you were in a deep depression. You opened the door and looked sadder than he had ever seen you. "What's wrong?" he asked, closing the door behind him and taking you into his arms. You let out a few tears as you sat on the couch together. He noted you were all decked out in one of your many Phoebe hoodies and shorts. "I wasn't able to get tickets," you sniffled, "they sold out immediately." You knew it was stupid but your heart was crushed. You would never get to see her live.

"Well good thing I know a thing or two about computers," he said before pulling out his phone to show you a confirmation email. Your eyes widened when you saw he had secured VIP tickets to meet the band and watch from the pit. "Happy anniversary, my love," he said and you were speechless for a moment. "Simon, I think I could marry you," you whispered as you hugged him tightly. "Anything for you darling," he said and kissed you. As you excitedly confirmed all the details and peeked at the set list, Ghost felt the need to poke fun at you. "Do you love her because she has a thing for skeletons too?" That earned him a light slap to the chest.

The day of the concert, you could've fainted upon meeting the band. They were all so much cooler than you could have ever imagined. As you talked Julien's and Lucy's ears off, Phoebe walked up to Ghost. "Sick mask dude, gotta get me one of those," she said in her deep, chill voice. Moments later, Ghost almost had to subdue you as you tried to force the mask off his face to give it to her.

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muffinsin · 7 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! ;)

Masterlists

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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