I'm sure we'll make a more formal post for this sort of thing at some point, but essentially, here are the horny posts of a 20-year-old traumagenic OSDD system. Please don't ask about our trauma, and please do ask about our kinks! We're just here to have fun lol
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in which, cassandra comes home from an extraordinarily rough day, and wants to try and relinquish her control.
(afab!reader, fem!reader, bottom!cassandra, top!reader, mild begging and praise, cunnilingus, strap-on usage, men and minors dni)
request: anon
it's almost comical, actually— the way you could immediately sense that something was wrong with your dear wife from the second the front door opened.
"cass?" you call out, pulling yourself from the large, silk-covered bed.
"cassie?" you try again, padding out of the large bedroom, and down the ornate halls. your eyes catch on her tired form as she hangs up her coat and hat on the rack. "hey, there you are," you say sweetly, giving her a soft smile.
she greets you with a weak, fragile smile. she looks oddly worn and tired, like the weight of her day is settling inside of her bones.
"hello, dearest, i'm sorry i got home so late," she replies, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to your forehead.
"hey, don't worry about it, yeah? i'm just happy you're home," you reply sweetly, pressing a soft, languid kiss to her lips.
she sighs in what seems to be a mix of relief and gratitude as she gratefully welcomes it, placing her gloved hands on your waist.
you press another quick peck to her lips before pulling away and brushing her hair back from her forehead. "do you wanna talk about what happened today? you seem really out of it," you mumble concernedly.
"i'd rather not think about my grievances from earlier," she replies dejectedly, and takes a deep breath.
you nod at her answer, "you don't have to, i understand." you lean forward to press a gentle kiss to her cheek and then her temple.
you trail your hands up and down her back, working some of the aches from her muscles. "what can i do for you?" you mumble, brushing your lips against her cheek.
she sighs deeply and stammers as she collects her thoughts. "i just... would like to forget about all of it. at least for a little while," she answers after a quiet moment.
you give her another understanding nod before kissing her cheek again. "i can do that for you, c'mon," you say, pulling her through the large estate as you make your way towards the bedroom.
your hands remain on her at all times, supporting her achy and exhausted form. "i've got you," you reassure, keeping a steady hand on her back.
you guide her into the shared bedroom with firm, but tender hands. your hands work to undo the small tie around her collar, and you continue to pepper kisses across her cheeks and lips as you pull it off.
you undress her slowly, reverently caressing every inch of exposed skin with both your hands and mouth. your chest blooms with pride and satisfaction as her hands lace into your hair, accompanied by a sweet moan.
once she's almost completely undressed, you press her down into the silken sheets. you brace yourself up above her, leaning down to capture her lips into a warm, eager kiss.
her hands wander over your back and through your hair, pulling you closer to her. she makes a quiet, needy sound as she tugs at your hair, a silent plea.
she finds herself struggling to form the words for what she needs- she's always been better at telling than asking if it's unfamiliar, but she realizes just how much she finds comfort in being beneath you.
your lips curl against her collarbone as you trail wet kisses across her pale skin. "there you go, easy, easy... just let me take care of you," you mumble, softly scraping your teeth against her.
she gasps and releases another low, hungry noise at the feeling. she pulls at your hair again, guiding your head back until she can press your lips together.
she makes a soft, pliant noise as your hands gently roam over her breasts, hips, and waist. in a strong effort to commit every dip and curve to memory, your hands grab at whatever you can find.
you make your way back down her chest and torso, leaving a trail of searing hot kisses. you take a few seconds to suck velvety kisses across her breasts, using one hand to gently fondle the other.
you continue your way down, moving your hands along with your mouth. her hands move between your shoulders and your hair, trying to both ground and reassure herself.
you pull away briefly and look up at her with a tender gaze. "are you alright?" you ask softly, rubbing gentle circles into her hip.
you sit and watch patiently as she takes a second to regain her breath and her thoughts, still adjusting to the feeling.
"i'm okay, you can keep going," she answers, nodding to you in reassurance. you give her a sweet smile in return, and nod.
when your lips attach to her hips and then her inner thigh, you feel the slight twitch beneath your hands. her hands become needy and eager as she pulls at your hair and pushes you deeper into her.
you slide your lips over the inside of her thigh, alternating kisses between both of them. you lift them up gently and sling them over your shoulders, continuing to suck sweet, orchid-painted marks into her sensitive skin.
"please, do something," you hear faintly, her voice sparking through the quiet air. you nod in response, immediately inching your mouth forward.
you lick a gentle and slow stripe up her slit, groaning as the taste settles on your tongue. she keens at the feeling and reflexively tightens her thighs around your head.
you wrap your hands around them in encouragement, continuing your sickeningly sweet ministrations. as your tongue continues to move over her, her hips roll up in sync.
her breaths continue to come out in short, heavy pants. occasionally, you'll be lucky enough to be granted quiet moans.
one of her hands comes down to find yours as she gets lost in the feeling, the other remaining tangled in your hair.
you happily intertwine your fingers together and give her a reassuring squeeze. "you're so beautiful, cass," you praise, softly.
you messily drag your lips up to her clit and suck on it delicately, gripping onto her thigh harder as her back arches at the feeling.
it's not long before she pushes you away entirely, nearly gasping for air. "i need more, i need you," she rasps out. you pull your gaze up to her face, and wipe your mouth off with the back of your hand.
you messily kiss your way up her body, slotting your hips in between her legs as you hover over her. she continues to roll her hips against you, eagerly grabbing your shirt.
"i'm here, i've got you," you mumble, letting her yank your shirt off. you lean back down and press your lips together, moaning at the feeling of her warm skin against yours.
her hands snake down to fumble with the buttons on your pants, and you giggle at her eagerness. you gently catch her hands and press them back down into the pillow, on either side of her head.
"i said i'd take care of you, yeah?" you coo softly, cupping her cheek gently. "yes, you did," she replies, breathless and almost reverent as she stares up at you with those piercingly beautiful eyes.
your lips curl up at her uncharacteristically submissive, yet still direct response. she would never be anything but the commanding and self-assured woman you fell in love with, but she would not have shown you this much vulnerability then. you can't help but be proud of her progress.
you press a tender kiss to her forehead, the slight bump in her nose, and then her lips. it's a reassuring motion, one that she sinks herself in while she pulls herself back to reality.
"i'll be right back," you say, pressing a few more soft kisses to her lips before crawling off of the bed.
you turn to meet her eyes as you slide your pants the rest of the way off. she watches you hungrily, and in turn, you study the way she writhes at the sight.
once you fish the harness, lube, and dildo out of the dresser, you clumsily assemble it over your hips. it's not like you've never done it, but that doesn't make it any less nerve-wracking when you have a goddess of a woman laid out on your bed.
you take your place between her legs again, and it's almost like she can sense your nerves. because why wouldn't she be able to? she reaches up to gently pet through your hair, and smiles fondly.
"are you doing okay?" she questions, using her other hand to rub up and down the side of your thigh soothingly.
"yeah, i'm— i'm good," you stammer, feeling your cheeks heat up as you stare down at her warm and flushed body.
you pour the lube over the toy, and move to stroke over it. your hand is caught by hers and she the silicone into her own, twisting her hand over it instead.
she grins, amused by the way your jaw drops at the motion. "oh, fuck," you gasp out, watching as her hand works over it.
you grab the pillow next to her head and push it under her lower back. you slide a hungry hand up her thigh again, using your middle finger to pry at her entrance.
you keep your eyes trained on her, watching for any discomfort or adverse reactions. you slowly move your way in, sliding your finger in and out smoothly. she moans loudly at the feeling, and validation fills your chest as it rings over your ears.
eventually, you push your ring finger in next to it, working her open gently. "you're doing so good," she mumbles, cut off by another breathy moan.
you have to bite back your own whimper, and instead, curl your fingers up until they brush against the tender, sweet spot inside of her.
"that's good, you're so good," she continues, almost incoherent as her body melts into the silken sheets.
"i'm ready, please," she says, pulling you forward by your hip. you nod in response, swallowing back your nerves as you guide her thighs around your hips.
you guide the toy inside of her, languid and almost... shy. once you sink into her completely, the breath is pushed out of her chest and she moans lowly. her eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and she wraps her arms around your neck, softly yanking you down.
you brace yourself up on your forearms, and move down to press a soft kiss to her hairline. "can i move?" you ask, mumbled against her skin.
she nods and locks her legs around your waist in response. you shift your hips, pulling out slowly, and pushing back in.
you dip down and meet her throat with your lips, sucking and kissing along the pale, salty skin. you use one arm to wrap around her back, pulling her up to you. she pants and moans in rhythm with your thrusts, her breath brushing over your ear.
"you're so pretty, so beautiful," you murmur hotly, tightening your arm around her. "you should let me do this more. i like watching you relax, get all needy and hot," you coo, nipping at her jaw.
she opens her eyes to peer up at you, "don't push your luck," she retorts breathlessly, tossing her head back against the pillow. "harder, come on," she whispers, slinging her own leg over your shoulder.
you take a deep breath to regain your bearings, and straighten your back. one hand remains on her hip, and the other holds the thigh of the leg sitting on your shoulder. her hands find the sheets next to her, and her eyes scan down to where your bodies meet. her jaw loosens at the sight, her brows furrow, and her cheeks flush deeper as she watches you move.
you drill your hips into her harder, moving the hand from her thigh down to her other hip. you pull her up, leaving her back to arch off of the bed.
she releases a guttural moan at the feeling, the tip of the silicone cock repeatedly rubbing against the sweet spot inside of her.
"i love you so, so much, cass," you whimper, pushing down to press your lips to hers. she's nearly folded in half as you continue to rock your hips into hers, crying out.
you watch her with hungry eyes, absorbed in the way her body gratefully accepts the pleasureful treatment you adorn her with. her body is covered in sweet kisses, trails of spit, and soft teeth marks.
"i love you," she replies, mumbled by your mouth. she loops her arms around your neck, barely able to keep up with your kisses.
you release one of your hands from her hip and move down to rub gentle circles into her clit. the movement causes her to gasp and briefly tense.
her body writhes underneath your prying hands, slowly unraveling as you continue to play with whatever your hands can find. "you feel so good," you mutter, continuing to push your thumb over the bundle of nerves in between her legs.
she cries out again, loud and unabashedly as she's slowly overwhelmed with every sensation. your hips punch her breath out of her chest with every thrust, leaving her in a puddle in her own mess.
"i'm— i'm close," she forces out, moaning loudly as you continue your ministrations. "come on, please, cass? i need— i need to watch," you beg, reattaching your lips back to her skin.
with a few more harsh thrusts, she unravels with a sharp cry, accompanied by her nails digging into your back. she groans harshly, teeth gritting as she cums and leaks over the fake cock nestled inside of her.
"hah, oh, my—" she gasps, rubbing over where she had dragged her nails down your back. she's buzzing with pleasure while she slowly returns to her body, keeping a firm hold on you.
"are you okay?" you ask softly, brushing some of her hair from her face. she nods and gives you a sweet smile in response, "i am, thank you," she replies.
she hisses as you pull out of her, and you discard it onto the floor; opting to deal with it later.
you settle back down onto the bed, wrapping her into a tight embrace. she's still panting and reeling from the ecstasy, covered in her own sweat and slick.
"and thank you for helping me," she adds-on, tucking her head under your chin.
you smile fondly and rake your fingers through her hair, "i'd quite literally do anything for you, my dear" you reply, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of her head.
You know, I really like the idea of puking into hands. Someone panicking and vomiting into their hands when there's nothing else to puke into. Maybe they're on the toilet, thinking they were safe and their food wouldn't come up, but quickly find that it does and they vomit into their cupped hands. Maybe there was no bucket around, or maybe they made too quick a decision and ignored the bucket right by them, flooding them with regret at the mess they made which just worsens their stomach pain. I would love for someone to grip desperately onto my forearms, their nails digging into me so deep it hurts, pathetically crying and choking up vomit into my hands. I love when the hands can't hold all of the puke. To watch it spill over the edges of the fingers and drip onto the floor as the person becomes more panicked... I need this so bad.
We all know what erectile dysfunction is but literally no one is ever taught what vaginismus is and it can cause people to feel extremely lost, broken, and cause people to take their own lives.
Raise. Awareness.
For the uninformed, vaginismus is when the vagina painfully tightens and spasms when faced with pressure, usually from anything trying to insert into the vagina. It’s the reason I can’t wear tampons, and why many people can’t have vaginal sex without severe pain.
There’s not a lot of treatments, and there isn’t a single one that is for vaginismus exclusively - they’re all medications or treatments to treat symptoms, but not the causes. In fact, for a long time doctors waved off vaginismus as a purely psychological disorder in cis women.
Seriously, this is so unaddressed and uncared for in medical circles. Please spread awareness, even if all it’s for is to let those who have it but don’t have a name for it finally be able to understand what’s happening to their bodies.
Hi hello! This post is almost 10 years old and there ARE treatments for this. Vaginismus is otherwise known as pelvic hypertonia and it is a MUSCULAR condition that can be caused by many different factors including endometriosis, trauma, chronic UTIs, and connective tissue disorders.
It’s incredibly common! And it can be treated by physiotherapy.
I know this because I’m currently undergoing physio and although it can take months to recover, I’m already seeing improvement. A lot of the pelvic floor exercises are available online, but if you have these symptoms please TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR and see if you can get a physio referral (or investigation for underlying causes like endometriosis).
Also, my additions to posts never get reblogged so a note to my followers: this is SUPER IMPORTANT ISSUE that affects many people and is rarely talked about. Please reblog, and please share this info with as many people as possible.
Pelvic hypertonia/vaginismus is incredibly debilitating and psychologically damaging but it CAN BE TREATED. Spread the word, and you never know who you’ll be throwing a lifeline to.
3am >_< was laying down my tummy just kept churning, i felt so sick and just lost control…all i had was a four loko i’m such a lightweight :P i still feel nauseous i feel like m’gonna be sick again but i don’t wanna get upppp ugh
my favorite part is about 30 seconds in and yes i got puke on my bed T^T the whole time i was just wishing someone could rub my tummy (and maybe between my legs hehe)
Who wants to hear some emeto stories?? Several people in the system have recorded their experiences and I'll add a huge list of emojis here that you can send to request a story. Will include causes/triggers next to each one so you kinda know what you're in for haha
I don't know if I got food poisoning or something at the holiday dinner I was at last night, or if my sick tummy is just struggling with all the holiday meals and glasses of wine I've had over the last few days... but either way, my stomach is really upset with me today. I woke up in the middle of the night last night with bad cramps and have been gassy all day. After lunch, I started getting so nauseous and I ended up not being able to keep lunch down. Photo under the cut.
Sickie who feels sick in public but doesn't wanna/can't go to the bathroom, so they lie down with their head in caretaker's lap holding the bowl they'd just been eating from
concept: someone who’s been trying to curb their nausea for *hours* on a flight mumbling a hushed but desperate ‘oh no’ before frantically reaching for a sick bag. projecting out all of the food they overindulged in at the airport, no idea they were going to get so motion sick being sat at the back of the plane.
soon enough one bag is full and badly aimed puke is splashing over the edges of the heaving, heavy bag, they put it down on the table in front of them before taking a bag from the seat next to them and grunting gently, but their body turns it into a guttural burp and gag before forcing up more thick vomit into the bag.
