english is not my first language so sorry for language mistakes.
hello, i have been following you for a long time and now I want to actually request something from you.. i understand that this is a really weird request but i have seen your past requests and you have filled it in before. could you write a watersports fic about donna?. i have this idea where the reader and donna are exploring this huge cave and donna starts to get really desperate because donna misjudged how much water she had needed for the trip. the cave is Dripping so it further reminds her of her problem. at one point she tries to secretly hold herself while the reader isnt looking. eventually she cant hold it anymore and tries hiding against a rock to give her some reprise, and the reader asks her whats going on. she lies but the reader points out her bluff because she can hear her leaking. you can write further on from there (writer freedom). so sorry for the long ask and thank you for writing.
-macaroni anon
Some more Donna food for y’all? Absolutely! ;) hoping to be able to follow this up with some HCs for the sisters, or a Daniela x reader oneshot!
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You huff quietly as you make your way into the cave, your footsteps echoing a little louder than you’d like. You can’t yet see the end of the cave, but can tell by its echo that it can’t be all that large.
Donna follows after you quickly, her cheeks flushed and a small curse passing her bitten lips when her dress gets caught on yet another branch.
“Cazzo!”, she curses under her breath, snatching the fabric back from the trees.
You can’t help but giggle slightly at the sight. She’s huffing quietly, but calms upon meeting your gaze.
“Winded?”, you tease, but reach into your pack and hand her your water bottle anyway.
Certainly, Donna is not quite in shape for climbing rocks and exploring caves. Still, according to her, the flowers and moss growing in this region would be well worth the exhaustion and time spent wandering around in the middle of nowhere.
You watch as she takes her bottle somewhat reluctantly and gulps the water down. Your eyes find her throat, moving with each bit of liquid that is gulped down.
You yearn to move your fingers across it, to hold and cup, gently grasp and take it.
She’s panting when she hands you back the bottle, her usually so still hand slightly shaky.
“How about a break? Have some more water?”, you offer, and before she can make a comment to either accept or refuse you, you already step into the cave fully and drop your large jacket to the ground. No need for it just yet anyway.
“Sit”, you speak, a soft spoken command.
She allows you to help you up into the cave and smiles as a cool breeze hits her exposed face.
She nearly forgot how uncomfortable the veil was, having worn it for so long.
Instead, she finds herself able to enjoy the light breezes and unfiltered version of the world, having merely half a masquerade mask covering the scarred side of her face, her scarred eye in particular.
And still, she yearns for it now, if only so you’d have a hard time reading her when she’s so very flustered. She knows, with her face on display you read her like a book. Not like you haven’t before.
Though, your sweet dollmaker has a single trouble on her mind;
She needs to use the bathroom; has had to use the bathroom, nearly since the two of you headed out. Of course, back then her pride would now allow her to speak up right after having been teased about likely asking you to go back for a bathroom break within ten minutes of your trip.
Yet..minutes turned into hours, and with your caring nature came your trait to keep her well hydrated, especially when hiking like this. Only did it relieve her for mere seconds, before it added to the growing feeling of her full bladder demanding her attention.
She sits down as instructed, her cheeks burning warm and pink at your authoritative tone when you ask her to sit and rest.
Her head spins when you hand her another bottle from the back.
In her mind, she curses her own misjudgment of how many bottles the two of you would truly need. Four was entirely too much, especially as she had gulped down three of them already in the two hours you were exploring.
You nod as she drinks again, satisfied, and turn to have a look at the cave. While certainly not the most beautiful, you find yourself impressed by its clean state. It seems, this one has not been used as a den by any creature just yet.
Donna inspects you quietly, her thighs pressing together sharply as she feels a sudden urge between them. Almost, she felt a little wetness drip out. She breathes out a sight of relief upon noticing that she was able to hold it in after all.
She shifts uncomfortably as you search the cave, your fingers darting and sliding across the stone.
You smile at the stony surface, untouched by humans up until this point.
“Do you truly believe there is anything worth in here?”, she whispers. She knows, you can hear her.
You turn at her words, a light chuckle passing your lips. “We only just got here, my sweet”, you reason.
You trace the shape of deep claw marks along the wall. A bear, maybe? Or was this perhaps even a lycan hideout? Your mind races at the curious possibilities, whereas your girlfriend’s mind is only occupied with one thing: the struggle of keeping it in and staying quiet as she does so.
Donna gulps. Yes, indeed. And yet, her bladder is all but begging her to return home.
She shivers as the pressure on her bladder increases. Each moment passes slowly, each minute feels like eternity.
She rises again, hoping that to walk about would help her handle the constant urge to let go.
Fisting her dress, she helps you search the cave. She figures the faster the two of you are done, the faster you can return home.
The dollmaker finds the vines tucked into cracks of the cave and can’t help but feel mildly intrigued, too. It is what they came here for, after all…
And so, she soon forgets about her drastic need to return home. She takes notes in the notebook brought by her and uses the camera you took to document all plants found in the cave.
Fascinated, she makes note of the small biome of plants existing in the cave only.
And yet, as time passes, neither of you notice the dark clouds pulling up at the sky until it’s too late.
Donna jumps when thunder startles her and echoes in the cave, then, dark eyes widen when almost immediately after thick raindrops fall from the sky.
She gulps down a whimper, having immediately been reminded of her bladder issue again.
Donna squirms slightly as you wrap your arm around her.
She wonders, do you notice her skin, the way she shivers already?
Do you know the struggle within her that’s tormenting her so very much?
She gasps when your other arm slings around you, your closed hand accidentally bumping and pushing against her bladder.
“Good thing we got in the cave, huh?”, you joke, but press a loving kiss to the side of her face and wrap your jacket around her.
Her face heats up at this, but unfortunately it does nothing to help her focus on her task.
The raindrops outside, falling from the sky and hammering against the cave, feel like a cruel punishment.
She leans back against you, her hands quickly slipping into yours and her fingers intertwining with yours as she pulls you away from her painfully full bladder.
“Do you think it’ll pass soon?”, you wonder out loud, but Donna can barely focus on your words. She’s shivering and can nearly feel a drip of wetness drip from her and onto her underwear.
“I would not bet on it”, she answers honestly, a string of dread evident in her voice.
Even Donna knows, she will not make it home in time…
The more time passes, the more anxious she becomes. She paces in the small cave, her entire face flushed a deep pink as you inspect other parts of the cave.
She can’t stand it anymore! She can’t!
Donna’s posture straightens instantly as she feels a splurt of wetness drip from her. In the cool cave, she feels the wind hit her wet panties even under her dress.
Her eyes widen and she scans the cave for you.
No, no- no, not there. There!
At last, she spots you, sticking your hand out at the opening of the cave and refilling your water bottle with the thick drops of water falling from the sky.
Perhaps, you’d be distracted enough…
Quickly, she disappears behind a rather large sets of rocks, and as she feels even more wetness drip from her, she hastily presses her thighs together and pulls her dress up to her waist.
With her normally so pale cheeks dusted a deep pink due to her embarrassment, Donna takes notice of her own wetness that now sticks to her panties and the inside of her legs.
She bites down on her lip to muffle a whimper. This is so humiliating…!
And yet, she feels her bladder is far from empty.
Pulling her soaked panties to the side, Donna cringes in embarrassment at their state. She moves her head to you, exhaling in relief to find you still distracted.
You’re kneeling still, the tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth in concentration. The bottle’s halfway full already, and it only reminds the poor dollmaker of her full bladder.
Taking a shaky breath, she decides to, finally, let go.
She closes her eyes, embarrassment flushing her cheeks pink and heating them up again as she feels the wetness drip from her.
She hears it, too, the drip-drop as it hits the cave ground. She hopes, and prays, the rain outside is louder than her.
A little more, just a few more seconds.
She curses quietly and whimpers under her breath as she feels some of it run down her leg. Automatically, she spreads her legs a little wider.
She presses her eye closed a little tighter as she feels some run over her fingertips, soaking the black panties further.
Thankfully, she will be able to use the pouring rain to clean them, she figures, and rid her hand of the heavy scent.
Just a little more…
Donna gasps when she suddenly feels a hand at her chin and fingers lifting her head slightly. Momentarily, more leaks from her, before she forces her body to stop and cease this.
“It’s not what it looks like, my love!”, she pleads, a dark eye opening to meet your face.
The poor thing is trembling with her desire to let go and the struggle to prevent just that, and you can’t help but smirk at it.
“No?”, you hum. Donna can’t swallow down the whimper that follows in time.
“Because to me, it looked like you were making a mess of yourself, Donna”, you add. She squirms a little. Her face is bright and warm in your hold. You can practically see how hard she fights to keep it all in.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice, Amorina?”, you coo quietly. She shivers even more, her bottom lip trembling. For a moment, you believe she will speak, but no words come from her.
No words, but a loud, helpless whimper, when she sees you raise the newly refilled water bottle to her lips.
“My love…”, she begs, pleads quietly. You have none of it, and only press a sweet, teasing kiss to her cheek, before your lips brush against her ear.
“Drink, doll”, you coo.
And, despite her full bladder, the submissive woman does as she’s told. She gulps down the water and whimpers as droplets spill from her lips and run down her throat as you lift the bottle a little higher.
For a moment, she believes she will burst, when her breath runs short and her stomach hurts slightly, when her bladder aches and wetness spills from her again. You keep going, make her drink it all.
Donna notices your stare, your eyes fixated on the wetness that drips from her exposed, wet pussy and splashes against the ground. She can’t help it anymore, and yet still tries to hold it in.
As the bottle is lifted off her lips again and she feels your hand cup her drenched pussy, the dollmaker squeals in surprise. You can’t help but laugh at the cute noises you can pull from her.
She feels your fingers move, but can’t spot them due to how close you’re standing.
A sweet gasp is pulled from her, then, when your index fingertip slides against her warm clit.
“Oh, caro…”, she breathes out, her chest heaving in no time at all. She’s shivering and moaning softly for you, quiet gasps and groans passing dark painted lips.
More drips from her. She’s so embarrassed, but can’t deny how good it feels to let go.
Your unoccupied hand returns to her bladder, and again you make her gasp, a little louder this time, as you press down.
Her eye snaps open, the look in it pleading you. What for? You aren’t sure. To stop? To keep going? To let her go? To pleasure her? To push your fingers in?
Donna moans as your tongue finds her throat, your teeth digging into the soft skin of her neck occasionally, before your tongue soothes the small bites placed on porcelain skin.
“Keep going”, you breathe out, a smile returning to your lips at the sound of her moans and the drip-dropping of the wetness between her legs hitting the stony ground.
She’s so close already, the pressure of her bladder, the pleasure of letting go and of her sensitive clit being rubbed nearly too much to bear.
“Ti prego, lasciami venire”, she begs. “Please”, she adds breathlessly. You merely coo at her. Yes, she’s so utterly adorable like this.
“I need it, please, I beg of you…!”, she whimpers. You lick broadly across her sensitive neck, chuckling as her hips buck and you add a second and third finger to trap her clit and rub it again. Such a vocal little thing, if only you play her right.
“There we go, Donna, keep going”, you urge.
She mewls helplessly. Thankfully, the pressure on her bladder is decreasing, yet the puddle between her legs only adds to the humiliation she is put through.
“Please”, she begs, again.
This time you grant the sweet dollmaker her wish.
