#cassandra | threads

[dreamgrlevl]

closed starter for @smiitten

There’s a long moment of silence from Cassandra as she looks at the man, technically her warden if she actually wanted to escape. He’s home late, later than usual she notes, and she doesn’t quite need to guess why. A laugh manages to escape her despite how rough he looks after a night of what she can only assume has been spent brawling in a strip club. “So the glitter is an interesting look, didn’t expect you to start moonlighting as a male dancer but at least you got the looks for it.” She teases, clearly feeling much bolder and more comfortable than she had back when they first dumped her on the man.

[enchantedmusez]

status: starter fechado para genevive @croquetemuses

O salão parecia o mesmo de sempre. Política, danças e sorrisos claramente falsos. Bom, pelo menos por parte de Cassandra.

Havia noites que a princesa passara em claro e somando com o fabuloso evento social e a preparação de volta as aulas, ela estava esgotada.

Por isso estava indo em direção ao terraço. Ou porque tinha tomado algumas taças, que pegara escondida, e realmente precisava de ar. Quando as portas do salão abriram pela milésima vez e Cassandra viu um pedaço de tecido rosa, A princesa praticamente saltou em direção a porta para ver se era a amiga.

E era.

“Genevive!” chamou com um sorriso genuíno, enquanto se aproximava. “Já estava achando que não viria... ou pior, que tivesse desistido de Auradon.”

[dreamgrlevl]

closed starter for @nosaintz feat. cassandra (based on x, x, x)

she can't speak with the duct tape over her mouth, so cassandra resorts to simply glaring at the other. she's pissed to say the least, perhaps a little afraid as well, but she's mostly pissed. behind her back her wrists twist and turn as she tries to wriggle out of the ropes keeping her bound. if she can just get her hands free then she can untie her ankles and make a run for it while they're distracted.

[dreamgrlevl]

replying to this (bc you are an enabler) @pessimc

cassandra was in a whirlwind of emotion. her life seemingly turned upside down in a manner of days all because her father had taken a loan from the wrong person. she'd known that money was tight for her father, the church not drawing in parishioners like it used to, which left him with a lack of funds to pad his wallet with. throughout all of it cassandra never thought that her father would hand her over to clear his debt. not after so many years of him keeping her sheltered and under his thumb. she was angry, but mostly hurt that she had been given away like she was nothing but property. she wasn't a naïve girl, but she had never thought her father would stoop this low. his words just add salt to the wound, and a tear spills down her cheek before she angrily wipes it away and averts her gaze. there was no response, the girl seeing no point when ultimately it was just the same song and dance with a new partner. everyone gets what they want at her expense.

[dreamgrlevl]

plotted starter for @corsetslacedup / @corsetslaced

It’s rare that she has the opportunity to slip away from home and go somewhere without her father’s overbearing presence following her. But he’s gone now, away for a week long spiritual retreat, at least that’s the lie he’s told her. The truth is he’s gone on a mission with other hunters to provide backup, a fact that Cassandra is unaware of or she might not have come to this place.

The building is nondescript save for a red door, but she knew it was what she was looking for. She’d seen it in her dreams, that red door always beckoning her to step inside. Cassandra took a calming breath, a hand smoothing down her white dress, the nice one that she’d snuck into the house and kept hidden until tonight. Before she could think more she hurried across the street.

Walking in she feels the eyes on her instantly, she tries to ignore it. Telling herself the white dress was probably not the best choice for a place like this. Cassandra pushes on, settling at the bar and trying to seem more confident than she feels.

[enchantedmusez]

status: starter fechado para vilina @ab4dguys

O sol ainda nem tinha nascido direito quando Cassandra decidiu sair.

Não tinha dormido direito. Novidade. E achou que uma cavalgada pela floresta antes do nascer do sol talvez a ajudasse a relaxar a mente. Só queria ar fresco e um pouco de distância das paredes do castelo.

O som de um galho partindo fez o cavalo empinar e relinchar inquieto. Cassandra freou as rédeas, o coração acelerando antes mesmo de entender o porquê.

“Quem está aí?” perguntou, sua voz soando firme, porém levemente trêmula.

[dreamgrlevl]

replying to this in beta @damirosse

cassandra knows there are monsters out there, things that will want to take her and taint the purity she's been forced to keep all these years. her father's all but drilled that into her head, teaching her to be wary and what things kill what monsters. the problem is that the girl craves freedom so much so that she's seen the signs that zekey is something other than human, and she's still chosen to throw caution to the wind for a chance at escape. and if she dies? well, at least she'll still be free in a sense. the brunette doesn't think too heavily on it, or rather she can't think on it clearly when he's so close and his lips are suddenly on her neck peppering kisses before teeth are sinking in. she's surprised that there isn't an immense amount of pain, even more surprising is the soft mewl that she hears coming from her lips as her eyes slip closed and she lets a somewhat euphoric feeling wash over her. when he pulls away she blinks, eyes meeting his now red and glowing and she can't help the way her gaze locks in on the fangs. she supposes this is the confirmation to her lingering suspicions that he's something her father hunts when the man isn't spouting hellfire and brimstone from the pulpit. cassandra looks down at herself, red staining the pure white of the neckline of her dress but she again doesn't care and does nothing to stop the male from bunching up the fabric around her thighs. "here?" she's surprised, but something about letting him take her in the back of the church as her wetness pooling even more between her thighs. she nods, head swimming a little as she peers up at zekey.

[dreamgrlevl]

@hcdcsbcbydcll asked: 2 for alesant and cassandra | meme

she's practically dripping from the neediness and anticipation as alesant teases her. cassandra's hardly in her right mind at the moment, well...as right as it can be with how he's gotten her so addicted to him that all she can think about is him. even if the size of his cock still intimidates her, and makes her question how she even managed to take him that first time when he claimed the one thing her tyrant of a father had made her swear to always protect. now she's here pleading softly with him to split her open all over again, the soft sounds of her little gasps, whines and moans intermingling with the begging words. "please, please i need it..." she begs him, the words dying off in a low moan when he finally begins to push into her and give her what she's been begging for.