#visible faces in stims

[the-trans-dragon]

Hehe T give me face fwuffy >:3

[ant-diary]

There was a post I wanted to respond to but didn't really have the energy to put real thought into a response and I just found it and the replies are off. Also the reblogged version I found had a really fucking stupid comment added soooooo.....

[writtenbymoonflower]

hello! I'm not sure if your requests are open, but could I ask for some hurt/comfort with poly!marauders with an autistic reader?

maybe reader has a meltdown because of sensory overload and they help her through it?

thank you so much! I love your writing xxx

thank you so much for requesting! poly!marauders x autistic fem!reader

cw: description of sensory overload, autistic meltdown/panic attack, brief mentions of unsafe stimming

943 words

By the time your building was in sight, you felt every ounce of adrenaline leave your body. You had been holding on by a fraying thread all day, taking every searing feeling of overwhelm in stride. Your hands were raw and scraped from digging your nails into your flesh, and your jaw was tight and aching from being permanently clenched. 

Usually, work wasn’t this stressful for you. There were difficulties for sure, but it was familiar and predictable. Today however, there had been a company mixer involving all of the branches of your company. The building was hot and crowded with bodies, everyone was talking over each other, there were new people constantly trapping you in mundane conversation, and it was all just too much. It felt like every aspect of the event was scheming for your demise. You made it, though. You were as friendly as you could muster and you hoped your simmering discomfort was mostly imperceptible to your coworkers. Unfortunately for you however, the come down was worse than the overwhelm itself. 

You kicked your pinching shoes off the minute you stepped through the door, wanting to rid yourself of all sensation. You rushed to your room to undress. All of your clothes were itching painfully into your skin and it was enough to make you want to scream. You tugged your blouse off, not even bothering to throw it in the hamper. Your hands were so shaky that you pinched your fingers in the zipper of your skirt. You were already close to tears, but when you punctured your stockings while tugging them off, it all caught up to you. You crumpled into a heap on the floor, shivering from the biting cold in the room. You rolled yourself into a ball as small as possible on the floor, shaking as tears rolled down your face. Everything was too much. You weren’t sure how long you had stayed like that, rocking back and forth and shaking your hands, as if you could shake off the crawling on your skin. In your overwhelmed state you didn’t notice the door open, or the footsteps rapidly approaching your room. 

“Baby?” A voice was panicked, rushing over to you and crouching on the floor. You recognized the smell first, Sirius’ woodsy and fruity scent. His hands reached out to grab you before quickly retreating, not wanting to add to your state. “Baby, did you hurt yourself?” You shook your head rapidly, still choking on sobs. You winced as Sirius yelled. “Prongs! Moons!” They appeared in the doorway almost immediately, recognizing the urgency in his voice. 

“James, get the blanket.” Remus ordered. They had seen this happen a few times before but it didn’t make them panic any less. It was difficult for them to see you in pain, especially when there was no visible injury to tend to. You were still shaking, biting your hand compulsively. Remus was firm but kind as he kept you safe from yourself. “Honey, I need you to be gentle, okay?” You didn’t respond but still obeyed. Soon, a warm and heavy blanket was placed over your shoulders, it helped to calm your shaking, but you were still crying. 

“Will a hug help, lovie?” You nodded, craving the pressure. James pulled you onto his lap and squeezed you tight. The compression was wonderfully grounding, as if you could feel all the pain being juiced from your system like a lemon. He released you too soon, but you knew he was just being cautious. You tended to not know when pressure was too much, especially when you were in this state. It wasn’t rare for you to have bruises on your hands from squeezing or sitting on them when you got stressed. Still, you now felt calmer. 

“Remmy, can you turn the lights off please? The buzzing hurts.” You winced. He scrambled up to do so, in a way you knew likely hurt his aching joints. Your brain began to quiet down, your system being cleansed from the unwelcome and intrusive sensations of the day. “Thank you.” You mumbled, playing with your fingers. 

“Don’t thank us, baby.” Sirius wrapped the heavy blanket further around your shoulders. “Did something happen today?” 

You shook your head. “Not really, just a bunch of little things. It was just a lot, I didn’t expect it to affect me so much.” You said the last part with a bit too much shame for the boys liking. 

“Sometimes you don’t know until it’s happening.” James said gently. “I’m sorry it was a hard day, lovie.” 

“Is there anything more we can do?” Sirius said restlessly. He hates that this happens to you, it makes him wish he could wrap you in warm, quiet darkness and hold you to his chest, shutting all the pain out. 

You thought for a second. “I think I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten yet today. I was too distracted.” You knew the boys were still feeling especially tender, since you weren’t scolded. 

“Why don’t we order a takeaway?” Remus suggested. “That way we can just relax for a bit.” He stroked your exposed knee with his fingers.

“I think that Greek place is open.” James said before you could answer. “I’ll get the menu.” 

“Do you wanna move to the settee, sweet girl?” Sirius wrapped an arm around your shoulders. When you nodded he helped you stand up and ushered you to the sofa, wrapping you in more warm blankets when goosebumps rose. James handed you the remote. 

“Pick what you want, lovie.” James sat on your other side, caging you in wonderfully. You were again covered in sensation, but this time it was welcome and comforting.

[baby-kitty]

Dazai headcanon!

Not my usual stim/moodboard content (of which there will be one later today!) but I just needed to get this out there..

Doesn't know how to tie his shoelaces.

No one ever bothered to teach him, and when he started wearing shoes with laces he just. Tied it into one massive knot and said, "yep, that's good." and would just slip his shoes on and off leaving the massive bloody knot tied to keep his laces out of the way.

And the first time Chuuya saw this his face visibly cringed, appalled by this. Monstrosity. So much so that he ventured to teach Dazai how to tie his shoes. Dazai totally got it after the first demonstration, but pretended he didn't so Chuuya would tie his shoes for him (something, something, dog).

[bratzforchris]

hi!! I was watching the new video and it reminded me so much of myself, so i was thinking, could you write something about Chris and autistic!reader going to a toy store and reader wants to buy so many of the toys because they never had that while growing up due to money reasons? maybe chris and reader end up buying some toys for little kids and once they're home they play with them together?? (it doesn't have to be age regression, mainly just inner child healing and lots autistic joy)

thank you if you do!! also i just recently followed you and really love the way you write, so i thank you for your service🫡

Barbies

Summary: Above! Thank you so much for the detailed request, butterfly <33

Pairing: Chris x romantic!reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of financial troubles during childhood (?)

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This was actually such a heartwarming (and self indulgent) request to write, so thank you 🧸🎀💗 I hope you enjoy!!

If there was one thing that you had loved your whole life, it was Barbies. Ever since you were a small child you had been captivated by the beautiful dolls with their outfits and long hair that you could brush and braid. Growing up as one of four kids and as a neurodivergent child that had required extra therapies and medications, there wasn’t always a lot of extra money to go around, so the few Barbies that you did have were hand-me-downs from the girls that were your neighbors. You had promised yourself that one day you would have an entire collection of dolls to call your own. After all, the special interest had started when you were around four, and had continued to this very day, which just so happened to be your twentieth birthday. 

You woke up to Chris peppering kisses across your face with a little ‘good morning, honey’, proudly holding a small plate of pancakes with a whipped cream smiley face on them. Your boyfriend eagerly handed you your plate, singing Happy Birthday cheesily. It was clear he was more excited about this than you were. 

“It’s just another day, babe.” You chuckled with a soft shake of your head as you started to cut up your breakfast. 

“It’s your day,” Chris insisted, poking your shoulder teasingly. “There’s gotta be something you wanna do.”

“Other than go skydiving, which we’ve addressed you’re not gonna do, there’s nothing.” You hummed, avoiding the thought in your brain to just ask him. 

Chris visibly paled at the mention of jumping out of a plane. “Yeah, that one’s a no. There’s nothing you want to do? Nowhere you want to go? Nothing you want to eat?”

“Well…” You trailed off, munching thoughtfully on a piece of pancake. “There is one place, but…”

“Which is?”

“Nevermind,” You shook your head, blushing. “It’s stupid.”

“It can’t be that bad, baby,” Chris said softly. “It’s your birthday. We can do whatever you want.”

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

Chris kissed your cheek gently, knowing that his stubble sometimes bothered your sensory issues. “I won’t laugh, honey. I promise.”

You looked away shyly, blushing as you picked at a loose thread on your comforter. “You know I’ve always liked like, the Barbie movies and stuff, right? And it’s kind of a special interest?” You paused, waiting to see your boyfriend’s reaction, to which he nodded for you to keep talking. “Well, there’s this new store downtown that sells all kinds of Barbies and I was wondering if we could…go? I’ve always wanted Barbies.” You rushed out quickly, face and ears red. 

Chris smiled, rubbing your hand. “I think that sounds like a perfect idea.”

“You do?”

“If it makes you happy, it’s always a good idea,” Chris kissed you gently and then stood up. “Get ready!”

For the entirety of the time it took you two to get ready, plus the car ride to the store, you were happy stimming. The mere thought of engaging with your special interest was enough to have you shaking out your wrists happily and playing with the small pop-it pin on your lanyard. Chris chuckled once the two of you got into the store, snapping a quick photo of your awe. 

Your eyes went wide as you scanned up and down the rows and rows of dolls. There were all kinds of Barbies from all different generations and you gently ran your fingers across them as you searched for some you liked. Chris followed you like an obedient puppy the entire time, offering his opinion on various dolls and enjoying the warmth that radiated from your happiness. After about thirty minutes in the store, you had narrowed your choices down to ten different dolls. 

“I dunno which ones to get. I like them all but I am broke.” You chuckled softly, running your finger over the smooth plastic of one of the boxes. 

“Get them all,” Chris shrugged. “It’s your birthday, honey.”

“Did you miss the ‘I’m broke’ part, Christopher?” You chuckled. 

“No, but this is your treat. It’s on me.” 

Even though you blushed and thanked your boyfriend profusely, you didn’t have it in you to argue with him about paying. You were so consumed by your special interest that all your mind could think about was going home and playing with the new Barbies. Chris led you to the register softly, his heart swelling at the beaming smile on your face as you hummed and let out little vocal stims happily.

By the time you two had arrived back home, you were bursting at the seams to engage with your new treasures. You pulled Chris into the living room, plopping down on the floor next to the coffee table. In a matter of minutes you had carefully opened all of the boxes, laying the dolls out in a neat line. 

“Will you, um, play with me?” You asked your lover softly, rubbing Chris’ fingers gently. 

“Only if I get to be Ken,” Chris scoffed playfully. “Dude’s ripped.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, passing the brunette the dolls. You both played for a little while, with you focusing more on brushing the Barbies’ hair while Chris acted out soap-opera level scenarios that had you practically rolling on the floor laughing. All was silent for a while, until your boyfriend spoke up again, suddenly seeming nervous. 

“We should make the Barbies get married.” he blushed. 

“Oh?” You cocked your head curiously, wondering what he meant. 

“Because if they represent us, well…” Chris paused and dug in his pocket, pulling out a small ring box. “I wanted to wait for a time that felt right for both of us, and I think that’s right now. You’re my absolute best friend, and this just confirmed that for me. I love you more than anything in the world. Will you marry me?” he asked softly, still burning red. 

You had been dreaming of a Barbie life ever since you were a small child, and this definitely counted as that. “Yes!”

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[spectrumgarden]

Actually wild the way some (!) of the fully verbal & LSN people treat me at the workshop.

I was sitting in a swing today, facing the other way, face not visible. I hear someone ask "oh who's that over there?" A second voice goes "idk, ask him who he is?" And a third goes "noo dont ask [for his name], he doesnt speak, he uses a talker" like. So I can communicate with you. The term talker is pretty on the fucking nose. But youre still telling someone else not to approach me? Because I guess communicating with me is "weird"???!

Calling my vocal stims I cant control most of the time gross, getting angry at me, constantly trying to get the others around them to agree with them how shitty I am for vocally stimming. same person who speaks all day which overstimulates others too, but the thing is, everyone else mostly copes in their own way with headphones, taking breaks outside, etc. Nothing they ever attempted. There were multiple other repetitive noises going on at the time too (hammering etc), but I'm the one to be targeted ofc.... & then refusing to use my name when referring to me & instead using things like "that one".

Finding out that I can sometimes speak short words etc and then just walking up to me daily and going "say x word!" "Can you say x word?" As if I'm a fucking dog performing a trick for their entertainment

Etc

[nightcolorz]

(Amc iwtv s2 ep2 spoilers)

the scene where they r talking about Armand’s past with Lestat is so mf funny but omg did anyone else notice how nervous armand was?? He had that vacant wide eyed look on his face and he was doing his little self soothing thumb rubbing over his fingers hand motion stim he does when he’s on edge, like dude armand is sooo stressed about Daniel getting even close to poking at his past, he’s so visibly uncomfortable like he knows daniels going to start prodding at armand’s memories that he wants to keep buried and he’s terrified

[romanoffsbish]

What a Naughty Girl…

Scarlett Johansson x Elizabeth Olsen

ScarLizzie x Fem!Reader

“WandaNat” x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Possessiveness, Invasion of Privacy, Kidnapping, Blood, SoftDark!!!(Roleplay). Legal, yet unspecified age gap (IE-Little One)

Smut: Little One/Naughty-Good Girl(R), Daddy(Scar), Mommy(Liz), Strap(L—S), Fingering(R—L), Face-Riding(S—R), Knife Play/Marking(R—L), Baton/Penetration(R—S) Nipple Stim., Slapping, Choking, Bulge Kink Squirting, Passing Out—Somnophilia(R—S)

18+ | Minors DNI!!!

Request: "now this with natasha and wanda would be <3" - @mushroomgayval on my Flo fic.

Fluffy until it's not 😳 ; I'm not partaking in Kinktober per se, but do enjoy this filth 💋

Scarlett and Lizzie had been rather worried when come time for dinner you'd been absent. The long filming days like today, when they'd have dinner catered to set were always your absolute favorite., "Maybe she left already.," Robert countered their perplexed expressions, and they skipped right over his silly reasoning., "She never leaves without saying goodbye to at least one of us, it's how we know she's safe."

Downey simply rolled his eyes at them, as if you weren't a grown adult capable of getting home. Then he gasped when his hand was slapped away from taking the last remaining Hawaiian roll., "That's for Y/N, paws off.," Lizzie warned, then she began to move around the craft tables to collect you a sizable plate. Scarlett collected drinks for the three of you, then she followed Lizzie to your trailer with their plates of food in hand.

Scarlett had offered to be the one to wake you, because as cute as you were, when your sleep was disturbed you were a monster and she was more equipped to handle your little outbursts. First thing she did was admire your body, the shirt you'd been wearing was raised so far that she could actually see the lace of your red bra. Your shorts were hilariously disheveled, your matching panties somewhat visible, then this sudden idea ran through her mind, and she found herself annoyed that you might be wearing them for someone in particular.

Before she could get too irrationally angry she finally noticed the way that your hand was partially dipped into your shorts, then she saw the lit up phone settled beside you on the mattress, the picture was slowly becoming more clear to her, and with her interest piqued she picked up the phone, eyes widening when she saw what was pulled up on your screen. Lizzie was impatiently staring at her girlfriend, the food having long run cold, so she stumbled right on over to see what was taking so long.

"Shh, look...," Scarlett hushed her girlfriend before she could accidentally disturb you, nimble fingers accepted your unlocked phone, and Liz had to cover her mouth to contain her gasp., "Holy shit...," Scarlett nodded., "Yeah." Lizzie's shock wore off, and she looked to her lover with a mischievous grin., "This is going to be fun, who knew she was so damn naughty."

Scarlett hummed as she pulled Lizzie in for a rough kiss, desperate for the contact as her mind now ran wild with filthy thoughts of you inspired by the dark contents on your phone. They both knew of your crushes on them, it wasn't something you could hide from them; you were just so sweet, and they had thought you were pure—but knowing that you got off to stories of their respective Marvel characters taking you in such twisted ways, well now they know just how wrong they were.

Thrilling didn't begin to explain just how great this information was for them, their need to fulfill your deepest, darkest fantasies now sat at the forefront of their mind, but for now they've got to play it cool. After they readjusted their appearances, as to not give themselves away, they returned to the original plan. Scarlett set your phone screen down beside you, then she sat down beside you, gently coaxing you from your deep slumber, and then she was giggling when you expectedly groaned., "Little one, you need to wake up and eat, none of that now."

Scarlett was extra attentive to your body now, so she watched the way you tensed the more your consciousness began to seep in, your eyes shot open, so she smiled warmly down at you, hopeful that you'd calm, to her luck you'd done just that when you saw your phone face down., "Good morning sunshine, we were worried.," Your brows furrowed adorably, followed up by your lip jutting out, and she just wanted to take you right then and there., "'M sorry.," and your raspy, fresh from your sleep voice didn't help.

"No need to apologize honey, just come eat.," Lizzie spoke up, announcing her presence, and her heart skipped when your head lifted, and your sleepy smile was now filling her vision., "Lizzieeeee.," she chuckled at the way you sang her name, beckoning you over, and she pulled you into her lap as soon as she could reach you. Scarlett huffed, she wakes you, and Lizzie gets the cute greeting., "Scar said you were a little monster, but look at you, such a good girl."

The women shared a knowing glance when you looked down and not so subtly shifted about in her lap., "Scar's the monster.," you grumbled., "Don't I know it.," Lizzie teased along with you, and that seemed to be enough to have you settling into her hold., "You two are always ganging up on me, I just can't catch a break.," You stuck your tongue out at the blonde, she smirked at your childish behavior, and then before you could stop it she stole your roll., "Might as well live up to the title of being a monster.," she shrugged, then she laughed when you menacingly—adorably—glared.

—

After the couple finally left your trailer you had released a super shaky breath, being so close to them, and putting up with their merciless teasing is your norm, but after the earlier hours where you spent your time with your fingers buried deep within your cunt to their images, fingers bringing yourself over the edge as you read about their characters manhandling you, well it was beyond unbearable to say the least.

Scarlett and Lizzie were thriving upon their new discovery, so much so that they'd snuck back onto set to steal their suits, amongst a few other things: rope, handcuffs, a conveniently laid out burlap sack, and a few other props. They anxiously sat together in their Tesla, waiting for the lights in your trailer to go out, and for you to send them a 'Leaving ❤️,' text.

"Do you think she's going to handle this well?," Lizzie asked, the fear that this might be a bit too much settling deep within her, but she soon settled when Scarlett reached out for her hand., "Honey—Y/N, our sweet little one, wants this. You read the same stories I did, and saw just how much she was a flustered mess at dinner. Plus, if we get her to our hotel, and she seems unwilling we'll shut it all down.," Scarlett lifted her hand up to her lips., "Calm down honey.," then just as she kissed her knuckles your light was being shut off., "Looks like it's showtime."

Scarlett slipped out of the passenger seat with a wink to her getaway driver, then hiding in the dead of night she followed you to your vehicle. You were humming, completely oblivious to your surroundings, and though that was to her current benefit, she was still pretty annoyed at your total aloofness. Danger lurks around all corners, you need to be more prepared; I mean, look at you now as she throws a bag over your head and presses a prop gun into your back.

Your screams doing nothing to save you as you are drug across the empty lot, and tossed into a car that clearly wasn't yours., "Please, I-I, you don't want to do this... There will be people looking for me.," Lizzie looks back to see Scarlett smirk, knowing exactly what she's thinking—they're the people who'd be looking for you—Scarlett winks at her before swooping your keys up off the ground, then she's quick to drive your car off the lot, leading Lizzie to the sketchy motel on the outskirts of town that she booked under falsehoods earlier for this event.

Lizzie was gripping the steering wheel rather tightly, your sobs were slowly getting to her, because as much as she hated to admit she enjoyed them, she also worried you might bolt. That their long term goals of having you all to themselves will be out the door all because they got caught up in a moment and played upon your secret fantasies, and the prospect of that absolutely terrified her., "I don't want to die, please, I'll do anything...,"

Fuck...

Scarlett pulled into the dingy parking lot, and you could feel as the car you were in came to a stop, your entire life was replaying in your mind while you waited for the kidnapper to make their next move. Whomever drove you here had left the car, the clicking door telling you as much, and so you sobbed even louder. Dying wasn't really a fear for you, it was your lack of living that had terrified you, so focused on moving up in your career you had neglected the very life you'd always wanted to live.

Traveling the world was traded in for shooting a film in Venice, pretty as it was, your ability to explore was limited by the strenuous set hours. Creating that family you always wanted was replaced by the Marvel crew, and though you loved them with all your heart, it wasn't the same as your dreamed up life with a wife and kids, whether they'd be human or fur babies. Falling in love had also been ruined for you too, your infatuation with the kind women you've been fortunate enough to know ruined you for anyone else that ever came along.

Being forced into this backseat left you alone in the mind you were always so hesitant to be in. You're proud of where you've managed to get, but it doesn't make where you wanted to be any less a nagging thought, you just wanted to shut down at this point, your current misery was interrupted though when the door had opened. Fight or flight inevitably kicked in, and before the person could snatch you up you kicked them hard in the chest, a deep, yet feminine huff was heard as you took off running.

A sense of hope swirled deep in your gut, but in your haste to get away you'd failed to consider the handcuffs on your hands, the sack over your head—oh, and the potential accomplice. Your body was quickly snatched up from behind, legs kicking as you were mid run, an arm wrapped around your waist so tightly that you could barely breath. Then a lithe hand was placed firmly over your covered mouth to catch your breathless screams, fresh hot tears now getting caught on your upper lip as you cried over your inevitable demise.

You don't usually survive a kidnapping after attacking the perpetrators...

Scarlett was still recovering from the blow when Lizzie entered with your squirming form. In a moment of genuine rage Scarlett yanked you from her lovers hold, and began to tie you to the bed with such force that you gave in. Lizzie was in a state of total shock at the way it had all played out thus far, never did she think it would've resorted to such extremities, it was really only meant to be a 'playful' kidnapping.

She felt a twinge of guilt, but she also couldn't fight the way all of this made her feel, seeing Scarlett manhandle you after she'd just done the same had her panties beyond wrecked. Scarlett was nearly done with your bindings when you began to violently choke on your spit, and a sense of urgency to help filled her body. So without much thought she ripped the sack from your head, your shocked gasp only made the choking that much worse, and both women were truly too enamored with your mussed up face to help you anymore.

The way your eyes were bloodshot, and now swimming with a flurry of easily readable emotions: fear, betrayal, but mostly—arousal. Your cheeks were streaked with mascara, and your once plump lips were smeared red and beyond split open as you'd chewed them up. Scarlett couldn't stop herself when another tear fell from your eyes, she swiped the salty liquid over your lips with her thumb, smearing the dried blood around, and effectively making you wince as the liquid burned at the cracks.

"Wh-What...," Scarlett pressed her thumb down forcefully, gliding over your teeth on the way to stop the movement of your tongue, she smirked when your lips closed around her digit, you were sucking upon it to self soothe., "You've been a very naughty girl today Y/N.," your eyes somehow filled with even more tears when you saw the genuine disappointment that resided within both of their stares.

"First you nearly slept through dinner.," Lizzie tuts., "Then when we graciously brought your plate you'd left your door unlocked, any sort of danger could've walked right on in.," your eyes widen, because for all intents and purposes, it clearly had, and the returned look they give tells you they know it had., "Trained in basic combat, and Scarlett was able to snatch you up with ease. How many times do we have to say take care of yourself for you to listen, hmm?"

"We saw your phone too, the way your hand was in your pants, fuck Y/N, we think you did this all on purpose, it was a perfect set up...," you attempted to shake your head, they needed to know you didn't want them to find out, of course you didn't—this is embarrassing.

Scarlett removed her thumb from your mouth, and as you went to deny it the back of her hand made contact with your face., "No use in lying now slut.," your cheek stung with the tiniest of scratches forming as her rings grazed the skin., "Now...," Lizzie had started to get to the far less painful part, but the vibrating of your boob caught her off guard, her eyes looking to see it was nearly 9PM., "Who the fuck is calling you this late Y/N?!," both of them watched as your eyes widened fearfully, and they wasted no time grabbing the phone., "Who's Luna??"

"Oh, apparently it's cold, and getting late...," Scarlett read off., "Your reservations were given up, but she's still down to 'link up,' she wants the addy.," Scarlett scoffs, tossing your phone across the room with no care at all., "That's why your makeup was done up then? You got all dressed up for this whore, hm?," another slap to etch even more nicks into your skin is thrown down, and your lip trembled., "It was just a hookup... Dinner was her idea."

Lizzie gripped your cheeks, squishing them until your lips were pouting., "That is worse, you were going to whore yourself out to this random bimbo after getting off to us?," your eyes shut while an uncomfortable wave of  embarrassment welled up within your chest., "No, open your fucking eyes and face us.," you reluctantly did, and when you truly looked you could see genuine hurt beneath all the anger.

"I'm sorry... I-I...," the women watch as you breakdown, a deep sorrow evident in your sobs, and they didn't know what had truly gotten into them, you weren't ever theirs, but fuck, the idea of you and that girl, or let alone any other person with you really had them seeing red., "If you're sorry, then prove it.," Scarlett growled, her face not even two inches from yours now, and before you could spout more apologies her lips were pressed to yours.

It was all too much, your mind was riddled with turmoil, on the one end this is all you'd ever wanted, to have these gorgeous creatures in your vicinity, with their hands all over you as they showed your body absolutely no mercy. On the other end of things this was just insane; your sweet little Elizabeth, and your charming as ever Scarlett have betrayed your trust, they took your private experiences where you let your fantasies run wild and recreated them. Without so much as a heads up it felt wrong, but the way her plump lips felt against yours, and the blinding pressure steadily building up from deep within you told you that your body and mind did not agree in the slightest here.

Her lips were soft, but she wasn't by any means as she shoved her tongue over your cracked lips, diving into your mouth to savor the taste that was so uniquely you, a bit of mint to complement the metallic taste of your blood, and she appreciates the way you give in to her. Those expert hands of hers wasted no time traveling down your body, groping you over the clothing before finding the barrier angering. Cold fingers slipping beneath your shirt had your back arching, the sensation against your heated skin offering the opposite of relief.

Lizzie was captivated, watching the way that her lover was slipping further into a headspace she'd never seen before; Scar had always been so incredibly soft with her, and she wonders if this had always been what she wanted to do, but maybe she was just worried it wouldn't have gotten her anywhere so she said nothing. Lizzie shifted, if that was the case, well boy she couldn't have been more wrong, the leather pants of her suit were sticky with her arousal, and every sound Scarlett was able to pull from you was making the actress that much dizzier. Then she'd unintentionally whined, her innate need for relief finally reaching its precipice.

Scarlett removed her tongue from residing down your throat, her hands groped your breasts harshly, pulling a languid moan from you as she pulled back, your lower lip caught between her teeth, and her eyes were on yours. Once she felt your stare matched hers in terms of cognition she'd bit down on the delicate muscle, dribbles of blood mixed with spit flickered over your chin as she relinquished her hold, and you slumped against the pillow with a new wave of tears in your eyes.

"So fucking beautiful.," Lizzie groans, her thumb collecting the bloody spit from your chin, eyes of emerald green, that upon closer observation now resemble that of the forest in the night stare through your glazed over pair. "Mm...," her thumb pressed passed her lips, grazing over her tongue she relished the taste, you watched, chest heaving as the arousal was swirling painfully in the pit of your stomach.

Scarlett pulled Lizzie in for a bruising kiss, the lovers making out over you was indeed a sight to marvel at, tongues decorated in crimson fighting for a dominance neither was willing to give up, you whimpered pitifully beneath them, and they broke away, chuckling tauntingly., "Oh, does our naughty girl have needs too?," you nod frantically, eyes glimmering with hope dull upon seeing the hardened glares in return.

"Too fucking bad.," Scarlett snarls, then her body lifts from the bed, leaving you alone with Lizzie who's look, though softer, is frightening., "What? Thought you could be a whore and just get your way.," she mocks, hands reaching into the pocket on her lower leg, your eyes widen when you see the handle of a dagger, the blade being the next to flood your eye line, and in a shocking turn of events you could feel the way you soaked right on through your panties, the evidence likely dripping onto the mattress as you were in a short skirt.

"Tell me detka...," she purrs the Russian pet name out like it was her mother tongue, the accent usually reserved for her character now being transferred into a new realm of her life., "Do you think Luna's still waiting for your answer?," the harsh glare tells you to remain silent., "I'm sure she is, a pretty one like you's hard to not think about...," her eyes never leave yours while her blade glides over the thin shirt, a firm pressure being felt as she leans closer to you, followed shortly by the ripping of fabric.

"Scar baby, check our naughty girls phone for me please.," she sweetly calls out to her lover, her dagger still laying against your sternum, and as she spoke her hands naturally moved; the little bow of your bra was torn to shreds, the skin beneath painfully nicked, and your pained groan has Lizzie looking to you again. Excited an understatement when she sees the disheveled cups of your bra, the small puddle of blood pooling beneath the tip of her dagger makes her feel accomplished; she drags it even lower, watching as your chest rises and falls in stutters, and your breaths grow shallow, the nerves clear as day on your furrowed face., "Looks like the bitch just won't give up!"

Lizzie's dagger digs into you at the shouted words, the feeling of your blood trailing down your side an afterthought to the way she looks. It's truly uncanny, the suit was clinging to her every curve, the auburn wig was still in pristine condition, and the way she tilted her head had you convinced Wanda Maximoff wasn't even a character at all but instead Lizzie's alter ego., "Bring the phone, it's important we set the girl straight.," Lizzie's words had you in a frenzy to have access to your limbs again, your squirms were put to an end though with a pointed glare, oh, and the feeling of the cold metal pressing over your bottoms, your skirt and lacy panties falling in tandem.

Scarlett smirked down at you, following instructions she photographed yours arms., "Seems she's a bit tied up, don't you think?," both women laughed manically after sending off the message, three bubbles formed, but soon faded, the bottom of the message spread now reading "Luna has unmatched you.," Scarlett smiled as she settled your phone on the nightstand, and Lizzie beamed just the same., "Now you're all ours kotenok, and we're going to fucking ruin you for anyone else..."

As if that wasn't already the case...

Lizzie hummed a happy tune while you sobbed, the perfectionist in her had her going over the pristine markings she'd been etching into you, "E.O." now residing between a set of your ribs. The only relief you got came when her tongue softly trailed over the open wound, collecting the bright red droplets of blood, her lips soft as they sealed the branding with a kiss. An "S.J." was soon to follow, mirrored on the right side., "Absolutely perfect, our precious little one.,"

Scarlett placed a kiss to the nape of her lovers neck, alerting to her that she was ready for her, lithe hands trace over her leather covered waist on their journey to hook onto her tight pants. Fingers hook around the waistband, and once she feels your eyes on them she slowly pulls them down her legs, Lizzie's muscular thighs are revealed to you, and you squirm in place when you see them glimmering with her slick. Just knowing that having you at their mercy did that to her fills you with a tainted pride; the new hope of having your face buried between them leaves you uncomfortably dripping.

Scarlett settles onto the chair that you now notice is at the end of the bed, her black widow suit is still perfectly clinging to her body, but she's slipped into a harness, on the outside of the black suit you see the shiny red faux cock, your desperate walls flutter, clinging onto nothing, and judging by their incredulous laughter you know they can see it happening., "Aww... Look at her detka, so desperate for our touch now...," she mocks you, even winking your way as you're forced to watch the strap slip into Lizzie's puffy cunt with relative ease, moaning as it fills her up so well, your body feels so incredibly uncomfortable, absolutely buzzing as you remain deprived of their touch.

It's truly a sight to see, all those fanfics you'd read thus far of the redheaded beauties now coming to life before you; you felt unworthy. "Wanda's" moans were even prettier, and far more sinful than you'd imagined, "Natasha's" grip on her hips just as rough as you'd expected it to be when she guided her over the strap, and her deep grunts left no room to question just how affected she was by all of this as well.

Leather shone with the drippings of the woman far too eager to climax, and Lizzie grew closer when she saw you ogling them, the sheer amount of want on top of the innate need in your eyes had her squeezing around the strap, and screaming., "Fuck! Y/N...," the shouting of your name as she came hard leaving you a whimpering mess in need of a good fuck on the bed before them. Scarlett kissed over the marks she'd left behind on the side of her lovers neck, helping her to come down from her high, all while watching you attempt to squirm about.

Lizzie, with the help of Scarlett, made her way onto the bed, her glistening cunt now pressing against your bare abdomen, you moaned as the warm slick gushed out and over your abdomen. Lizzie stares down at you, her smile wide as can be as your eyes plead with her for much more., "Daddy's going to ride your pretty little face, and mommy.," she pauses, wiggling her hands above your face much like her character does., "Well mommy's going to fill you up with these magic fingers of hers...," she laughed tauntingly when you huffed in obvious embarrassment, your eyes closing to hide, but a slap to your face undid your attempts to cower away.

"Mommy and daddy won't touch you anymore until we get a verbal okay.," you could see that under the facade that she truly wanted your express consent before anything progressed., "Mhm...," her displeased stare urged you on., "Yes mommy... I-I want your magic fingers.," Lizzie beamed, then in a briefly soft moment she pecked your nose., "Good fucking girl."

Scarlett approached the bed as Lizzie slowly moved down your body, your nostrils the first to catch her presence; the smell of her arousal causing your mouth to salivate, and then as you shifted to gaze at her you had felt lightheaded. Her shaven pussy was a marvel for sure, but it only got more heavenly as you trailed your eyes up, her taut skin looked so damn soft, and her rounded breasts looked incredibly delectable., "My eyes are up here kotenok.," Scarlett taunts as your eyes lingered on her pert nipples; soft, deceivingly so, fingers gripped you by the chin, yanking your gaze up to catch her smug smirk.

"Tell me printsessa, do you think you deserve mommy's fingers...," your eyes downcast as soon as she hints to leaving you unresolved., "What about daddy's pussy hmm?," the threat of not being able to taste her actually hits you harder than the other, you're desperate and you don't care how pathetic you look begging., "No... But please, fuck! Daddy I'll be so good for you guys, I promise to be your good girl.," Scarlett's eyes only darken further, any trace of green that had once remained was subjected to the clutch of the void now, your pleads and promises enough for the redhead, evident as she carefully slots herself over your face.

"Daddy, please, I want to touch you...," you whined, hands tugging at their restraints, and the woman looks down to you in amusement., "You have only one job here detka, so open your mouth, and use it to make me cum.," she lowers herself onto you without allowing another word to leave your mouth, she sighs happily when she feels your tongue glide through her folds, a loud moan then leaving her when you swirl it over her throbbing clit., "Just like that detka, don't fucking stop.," she groans, a hand flying to your head to wrap up in your hair, holding you properly against her.

Lizzie places a firm kiss to your clit, giggling when your body jolts, and Scarlett screams., "So reactive...," she taunts the both of you, then without much more than a swirling around your entrance does she thrust two fingers in., "Shit, you're so fucking tight dorogoy.," Lizzie grunts as she is met with your resistant walls right away, but they are no match for her will. Slowly but surely she sets a steady rhythm, her fingers separating inside of you, the cold metal of her rings tenderly brush against your velvety walls—shocking you, your consequent mewls making a fire of blinding pleasure spread throughout the beauty atop of you's body.

Scarlett was close, she almost felt embarrassed at how quickly she was going to fly over the edge of bliss, but with just how talented she deemed your mouth to be the shame settled. Her hips never faltered in their efforts to meet your tongues thrusts, and when Lizzie kept the same energy with her fingers in your tight cunt it wasn't long until you fell over together. Your strangled moans reverberated throughout her cunt, and you were rewarded with the glorious feeling that was her arousal sliding over your tongue, and slowly trickling down your throat.

Lizzie slowly pulled out of you, careful to ensure your greedy pussy didn't swallow her jewelry up, and with her free arm she helped Scar off of your face, laying her against the bed she hovers her fingers over her mouth, and while you work to catch your breath you find it very difficult at the sight of their soft moment. Lizzie's patient with her, fingers gently tapping your arousal onto her lips until she parts them, hungrily sucking them into her warm mouth.  Lizzie groans when her tongue expertly works to clean your remnants from her digits, and to prolong the moment she keeps the eye contact with her steady as she fucks her throat.

Scar's gags reignite the fire in the pit of your stomach, and you whimper like the bitch in heat that you are; Lizzie rolls her eyes at your expressive neediness, but as a woman who aims to please she gives in to your calls. Fingers glimmer with the spit of the dazed woman as she pulls them out, then she leans down to gently peck her lips, dipping into her mouth just to gather a taste of you, then she pulls back and refocuses her attention on you. Fingers dance over your tense thighs, beyond sore muscles twitch beneath her touch, and she almost feels bad when you groan as she kneads into the flesh, offering only the barest of relief.

Her fingers trailed back down to your wet cunt, the heat radiating off you was rather palpable, and she slips back into you with a pleased hum. "So warm, mommy could used to this detka.," she smiles when you look at her with hopeful eyes., "Don't worry, you're all ours now.," she muses with a wink, then she picks the pace up while her lips find purchase upon your body, licking and nibbling at your skin to hold true to her promises—you're theirs, and you'll surely wake up with the marks to prove it.

Lizzie had long since removed her top, but as she fucked into you she realized the gloves had remained on, the rough fabric rubbing against your clit every single time she slams her fingers back into you, the pain proving welcome as you did everything you could to meet her thrusts while being tied up, and painfully wide open., "Fuck, you're taking my fingers so well detka, you're going to do so well with daddy's toy.," your walls flutter at the mysterious promise for more, and as you're nearing another orgasm Lizzie wraps her hand around your throat and slams her lips to yours for a sloppy kiss.

The all too familiar taste of her lover lingers, and she moans as it transfers over to her, slim fingers reflexively tighten around your neck; the corners of your eyes fill with tears as the supply to oxygen runs short, and Lizzie pulls back to watch you come undone up close as your walls now have her fingers in a deadlock. Her hold on your neck releases, then all at once you gasp for air, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you thrash about, your orgasm harshly floods right on out—drenching her completely; finger's absolutely glistening as she pulls them out of you, her glove beyond fucking ruined, and she is genuinely shocked.

While Scarlett pulls her end together Lizzie decides to be a moment of calm for you, you pay no mind to her at first while you try to return to your body. She reaches for the blade, and your eyes fly open as the metal scrapes against the table, her eyes remain impassive, because though she only intends to cut the rope from around your hands, she isn't that opposed to making you at least squirm a bit., "Sweetest little one, what do you say to your mommy?," you blink up at her in confusion, "Try out those manners for me detka.," she muses, the blade slowly cutting right through the bindings on your hands.

"Thank you mommy..." you groan as a dull ache travels throughout your arms when they collide with the mattress, but that familiar, soft smile she flashes you makes your heart melt, and suddenly the ache is but a memory. She lays a delicate kiss to your wrists., “You're most welcome.," you flinched as her lips pressed to the rope burns., "Shhh, you're okay.," she coos while swiftly slipping behind you leaving you rather confused. Scarlett quickly approaches with a devious smirk, hands hidden behind her back, you shudder at the endless possibilities for what's likely to come., "We read one of your little fics Y/N/N, while we waited for you to get ready, and oh boy was it full of great ideas.," Scarlett chuckles, her hands slowly reveal themselves to be holding one of the Black Widow batons, and you dryly gulp.

"Don't worry detka, I'll be gentle.," she teases with a smirk that promises the exact opposite. Leaving your legs tied up was a strategic move, because the way your torso was moving about she just knew your legs would be thrashing. The cool metal presses against your entrance, once you release a shaky breath she pushes in, the first notch of the tool now inside of you, you whimper at the painful feeling, and Lizzie allows you to link your fingers with her own.

Scarlett slips another two notches into you, your back instantly arches off the bed when the rough ridges glide across your innermost sensitive parts, but Lizzie is quick to use your combined hands to push you back down, then she’s throwing a leg over you to hold you firmly against the mattress., “Stay still detka, it’ll hurt less if you don’t resist.,” she gently whispers the cringey reassurance to you while her lips begin to travel over the side of your neck.

As cringey as it was it was also the case here, the pain subsided the calmer you became, deep breaths were your best friend, and when Lizzie began to grope at your breasts you were putty in their hands. Scarlett pulled all the way out of you, then she began to piston the baton into your cunt without relent, and you were a mess. Moans came out in between your short gasps, something about the unorthodox, makeshift dildo being used on you by the smirking actress imitating her best character had you turned on.

“Shit, detka you’re soaking the fucking bed.,” you clenched tightly around the metal when her raspy voice called you out, the waves of pleasure rolled right through you, Lizzie’s lips on your pulse point the final straw as she bit into your skin your back arched against the pressure of her leg; you screamed a set of curses as you came hard on the baton, body absolutely trembling, but Scarlett didn’t stop her ministrations, even if her arm was burning, and you were actively trying to wriggle away.

The sight of your pussy devouring the weapon just had her transfixed, then she was a goner when she noticed the way that your stomach lifted up whenever she slammed into you. An almost childlike amusement flashed across her face when it would lift up, then drop back down based on her movements alone., “Too much.,” you slurred, but she shushed you with a harsh thrust, a pained moan clawing from the depths of your throat came out, and you softly cried.

Like a cat drawn to a glass on the edge of a table the wigged up blonde was slamming her hand over the bulge, and that was it for you. The women were speechless, your body was convulsing at a nearly inhumane rate, your arousal literally drenching the bed, your raised thighs, it even sprayed out over the redheads abdomen., “Holy shit, that was fucking hot.,” she groaned, and Lizzie just continued to stare at the delicious mess you made, her eyes only finally realizing you’d passed out., “Shit, Scar you put her to sleep.,” the woman smirked smugly, then she shrugged her shoulders and dropped to her knees., “Can’t let all this go to waste.,” she muses as she discarded the baton then dove right on into your drenched folds.

Lizzie giggles at your state, your body blanketed by a deep slumber still convulses atop of hers while her girlfriend eats you out like a woman starved, your sleeping face the furthest from peaceful as your brows twitch at the overstimulating pleasure your body is being subjected to., "Such a perfect, good girl... All fucked out in her mommy's arms...," she sets a contradictory sweet kiss to your temple, her hands returning to your breasts, chuckling even further as you sleepily gasp when she grazes over your nipples...

Scarlett pulls away from your abused cunt with a dopey smile when she meets her lovers gaze. The sight of you sleeping against her shoulder warms her heart, the previous devilish phase fading from her mind., "Share the wealth.," Lizzie teases, a finger curling brings Scarlett to hover over your body, her plump lips dripping with your sweet arousal press to Lizzie's, the latter moans upon tasting you upon the other., "She did so good... Such a sweet little thing...," Scarlett coos as she pulls back to look down at you, her lips then peck your roughed up set.

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Lizzie ran a warm washcloth over your skin, fabrics that were once white now stained red, she admires the marks they'd left behind, lips gently press into her initials over your ribcage. When your unconscious body shivers she smiles, eyes continue their perusing of your body, taking in every new line etched into you. Thin, angry lines mark the skin over the column of your throat where her hand once was, previously squeezing the life out of you, the memory of you briefly flashes behind her eyelids, but she shakes the dizzying image from her mind before she gets all worked up again., "Our perfect little one, you look so pretty all marked up like this.," she whispers, but very reluctantly she layers ointment over the many marks littering your entire body so that they can properly begin to heal.

It's not like they can't just do it all again, if anything she's just repurposing their canvas...

"So, apparently the Russo's want all of us back on set tomorrow for a reshoot.," Scarlett chuckles in disbelief over the nimble fingers in her mouth that were working a string of floss through her teeth., "That's not happening.," Lizzie easily concludes, no amount of makeup will help to cover the damage they've done to you, and if either women were being honest they weren't exactly interested in sharing you just yet., "Yeah, I'll just tell them she fell ill, and she needed us.," Lizzie hums a silent agreement, then after sharing a minty fresh kiss with her girlfriend her eyes are back to your sleep fallen features.

Lizzie taps her fingers against your forehead, then your cheeks, repeating the soothing action until your eyes began to trace beneath the lids., "Sweetheart, open those beautiful eyes please.," and by the grace of some deity you managed to. "There you are, Scar and I need you to eat, and drink some water, then we can all sleep love.," She pulls your weakened body up and into her chest, you groan as your achey muscles are made to move, eyes struggling to remain open but when a granola bars laid to your lips you tiredly accepted the treat into your mouth.

"Good girl...," she coos, then she replaces the bar with a water bottle that you graciously accept., "Are you doing okay Y/N?" Lizzie anxiously awaits your answer, a residual fear settled in her gut telling her that soon enough you'll come to your senses and be screaming., "I'm always perfect with you two Lizzie." You reply, and it was the last thing she expected, she expected you to be repulsed, maybe hurt, but not content, even if Scar told her you'd be.

"Really?," the disbelief in her tone worried you, so with soft hands you cupped her cheeks, "Lizzie, I'm fine, I promise this was all okay.," you pressed a kiss to her cheek to aide your message along, then you whined once her lips touched to your sore pair, a soft dance taking place as you lazily made out with one another., "I love you Lizzie.," she smiled against your lips., "Oh sweet girl, I love you most.," and before you could rebut her asinine claim a throat clearing pulled the both of you apart.

Scarlett found the sight of you two perfect—domestic even, their once seemingly forbidden dreams were becoming their very reality, and she certainly was all for it., "It's my turn now!," she proclaims, Lizzie rolls her eyes, then she places a collection of kisses over the entirety of your face, your strained giggles making her reluctant to hand you over, but with a final peck to your lips she slips off to the bathroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you look to the blonde for instruction, an excitement fills the woman at your clear, obedient devotions., "Open up sweet one.," she instructs, then in a gentle manner she brushes your teeth for you, offering you a cup to spit into, then she settles behind you with a brush, slightly wetting the bristles before running it through the mess that became of your soft locks, you hum gratefully at the immense care being shown to you.

Scarlett moves around the room while you wait patiently for her next instruction., "Arms up.," An oversized T-shirt is thrown over your body, the layers of perfume settled deep within the fabric bring you a sense of comfort, you fall against the mattress with an exaggerated sigh, and the blonde looks down at you chuckling., "Make some room for me honey.," you scoot to the center of the mattress and reach up for her, and her heart absolutely soars at the clinginess.

"Goodnight little one.," Scarlett coos with a kiss to your cheek, your sleepy smile as you nuzzled even further into her nearly making her heart explode., "Night Scar... I love you...," she smiles "I love you too.," she watches the way the muscles in your face relax, and how your lips adorably pout as you fall into a deep slumber; she wishes for this to be a nightly occurrence., "We're keeping her.," Scarlett murmurs to her lover as she climbs into the space behind you., "Well yeah, that was never even a question.," Lizzie tiredly concurs, her arm protectively flying over you, and settling on Scar's hip.

"She's always been our little one, and now she'll never be able to forget again..."

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[risingscorchingsuns]

Happy Trans Day of Visibility, everyone! From Hikaru and I to you!!

As I was drawing this, I kept trying to think of a good caption to post it with. I’ve always been known for my words, after all. But for once, I’m at a bit of a loss. It’s a big day for me, but it also just feels like an average Sunday.

I sketched and re-sketched this over and over again, trying to get everything exactly right. It didn’t turn out perfect, but honestly, I like it better that way. Hikaru isn’t exactly the same as me, but a LOT of him is drawn from reflections of me- his experiences with masculinity and transness are a prime example.

This is my first TDOV being fully out, and openly, publicly transitioning. It’s been a difficult year. I’ve faced unimaginable feelings of loneliness and isolation, and kinds of hardships I had never even imagined. Being someone who doesn’t Fit in a small area like mine has left me with a new appreciation for the ability to pass, or my lack thereof. I’ve felt kinds of loneliness and rejection that I had never even fathomed possible before I came out.

But more importantly, I am more in touch with myself than I ever have been before. Knowing myself, knowing Leon, getting to be Leon, is an unimaginable experience. I feel like me for the first time. It took me eighteen years to discover myself, and another two to be confident enough to live it. I still have a long way to go. But I’ve made so many connections, so many friends. I love myself, thoroughly and wholly, for the first time. I’m proud of who I am, and I’m proud of who I’m going to be. It is such a privilege to wake up every day, and know that I’m Leon. I am a self-made man, and I am so proud to be trans. I am proud to be visible. I am proud of who I am, for the first time. It’s scary, and it’s new, and it isn’t easy. But I love being Leon, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I’m so grateful for this space, for this little corner of demon slayer tumblr I’ve found myself on. I am so unimaginably grateful that I’ve managed to make so many amazing connections in the short time since I made risingscorchingsuns, and nothing makes me happier than having a safe place to be me, and to share the things I love. I love Hikaru, and I love Demon Slayer, and I love all of you guys. Thank you for being here, for reading my silly rambles, for making me feel like I can make something worthwhile. (Seriously, nothing makes my day more than being known as “the Rengoku Mutual”. It makes me happy stim every time I think about it. That fucking rules.)

Anyway, this is getting away from me a bit. Apologies, this post is a bit more emotional than my usual long analysis posts. It’s a big day for me, and I feel really lucky to be able to share it with you guys.

Happy Trans Day of Visibility!!

We are here, and we are real, and we are proud!!

Trans Joy!!! For now, and forever!! We are beautiful!! 🏳️‍⚧️

Love,

Leon 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

[hiiragi7]

I can't relate to the way people talk about autism online nowadays, and it feels incredibly isolating.

For example, I am glad that people nowadays can be open and celebrate their special interests, but I never had that and feel disconnected due to it. My special interests meant I was socially isolated growing up and trained through ABA not to speak about them unless asked, and to limit myself even then.

Same with stimming, growing up I always had very large stims and it was punished out of me, and now I have a skin picking disorder and don't know how to reconnect with stimming at all. I'm glad for people who can stim without worrying, but at the same time I don't share the experience and feel a bit odd about it.

The way people talk about autism in general nowadays also just doesn't line up with how I have experienced it, which is okay, I just don't relate to the community because of it. Autism for me meant developmental delays, needing help with basic self-care a lot longer than my peers, various speech disorders, facing discrimination from a very young age for being visibly autistic, growing up in SPED and ABA, not having my IEP followed and having no power to do anything about it, my parents fearing I'd regress in my skills and talking about sending me to a special needs home, learning disability and being unable to keep up with my peers in school, processing issues and being constantly overwhelmed by stimuli, needing to have noise cancelling headphones to manage being in public, having to switch schools because they couldn't support an autistic child, elopement, specialized schedules, autism therapies, and... a lot of shit that just doesn't get talked about in the online autism community, basically.

Which, I feel a lot of that is because most people in the online community are diagnosed late and "level 1"/"high-functioning"/"low supports needs"/whichever term you prefer, which is fine, but I also wish I knew of spaces for autistics which don't have that experience - I'm sure they exist, but I don't know of any and don't know where to look.

There's no point to this post, really, I'm just like... rambling, and maybe even hopeful that someone who reads this can point me in the right direction with where to find experiences like mine, and community. Others like me I can talk to. More space for people with medium and high supports needs. Stuff like that.

[emeritus-fuckers]

“Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader oneshot (fluff)

Dedicated to Kay so she can stop crying after the Terzo one - Jez

You leaned against your boyfriend, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder as he played a game on his old console. You were supposed to play together but due to a certain situation you decided to come earlier than planned.

He offered to change the game as soon as he realized you were there, but you quickly assured him that it's okay and that he should finish the level while you made yourself comfortable by his side.

You took a pillow, hugging it to your stomach as you watched Copia pick an answer to Miss Daisy, which resulted in a game over screen and your sweet beloved man make a sad, confused noise before turning his head to you with a slight pout.

"Oh, you poor thing..." You cooed, kissing his chin to cheer the poor man up. It was completely his fault that he lost, he picked 'Fuck you, miss Daisy', instead of giving her the nicer answer to her asking to drive her somewhere. "The game was so unfair to you, wasn't it?"

He knew you were teasing him, but he'd always soak up any affection you were willing to give him. You accepted him years ago, back when he was just a cardinal, not even considered for becoming a Papa back then. You accepted him for the awkward man he was, making silly noises instead of speaking when he got stressed. And he would get stressed all the time.

He wrapped his arms around you, changing his position so that he was resting against you instead, his face buried in your chest with a small groan. You chuckled softly, stroking his back and kissing the top of his head, taking notice of the few grey hairs hiding between the naturally brown ones. You smiled softly, gently pressing your nose into his head, smelling his shampoo. You loved the way it smelled. Despite being in his 50s, he still used childish shampoos, the ones with cartoon characters that smelled like fruit mixes or bubble gum. You always found it cute.

After a few minutes of coddling, Papa Emeritus IV was once more ready to face the world, which he signalled by giving you one more gentle squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before fixing his posture again, slightly hunching like he did all the time. Another silly but cute thing.

"So, uh..." He made a 'go on' motion with his hand, trying to make his mind click so he can keep going. Once the cogwheels in his brain started turning again, his own eyes widened slightly as he remembered why he invited you to his room in the first place. "What should we play?"

He almost jumped off the small couch you were both sitting on, clapping his hands as he took out a few boxes with games for his console. He brought them over and sat down next to you, excited in his own little way, making noises and and clapping his hands. You adored him stimming, it was something unique about him. He felt so happy that whenever you laughed seeing his behavior, you'd always laugh with him, never at him.

You looked through the CDs with him, humming thoughtfully. It was a little act you put on, a way to reveal the news to him. You kept the pillow pressed to your stomach, hoping he didn't find anything suspicious about it. He didn't, the poor man was a bit oblivious to many things.

"Babe?" You looked up at him, putting the games down on the coffee table again. He turned to you with a small hum. "I was wondering... Do you have any games for three people?"

"For three...?" He questioned, visibly confused. He looked through the games quickly, still not getting your point yet. He muttered something, making awkward noises that you sometimes described as his little loading screen noises. "Uh... No, I don't think so. Why would we need a game for three?"

You took out a small envelope and handed it to him. He stumbled a bit with opening it, which both made you a bit more giddy and anxious at the same time for his reactions. Once he finally opened it, he peaked inside and took out the two objects you put in earlier. A small plastic stick and a picture.

A positive pregnancy test and an ultrasound picture.

It took him a while to realize this as he stared at the objects before slowly putting them down and looking at you, first your face, then your stomach, still covered by the pillow you were now digging your nails into.

"May I...?" He asked quietly. You nodded, visibly anxious, but let him take the pillow away. You were already starting to show, the tiniest baby bump already making him tear up as he put his hand on it. He could feel the tiniest squirms your future baby was making. "How far along are we...?"

"A bit over twenty weeks. I wanted to tell you earlier, but there was so much going on and I never got to. I'm sorry you're finding out about it halfway through." You looked away, only for him to gently hold your chin and give you a short, sweet kiss.

"Sure, I mean, I found out kinda late, but you know, at the end of the day, I'm still their papa, like... That's all that matters."

And that was when pregnancy hormones decided to hit you with all they have, making you cry as you hugged him. He held onto you tightly, gently keeping his hand on your tummy so he could feel your little one trying to get cozy in your womb.

"Hey, so... Does that make your game date night a family game night instead?" He asked suddenly, making you laugh through your tears.

"Only if you want it to."

[beep-beep-robin]

tw: meltdown, harmful stimming, slight internalized ableism below the cut

eddie‘s hellfire shirt‘s seen better days. the print is coming off, it‘s starting to smell old - even when wayne‘s finally succesfully forced eddie to take it off for a day so he can wash it.

the day eddie accepts that it‘s probably time to throw it away, he has a meltdown. he‘d been wearing this shirt for years now, not everyday, but almost. it‘s his one piece of clothing that he‘d always felt comfortable in, the only thing he could wear on bad days without feeling like he was gonna have to throw up.

so now he‘s sitting on his bed, wearing the shirt, rocking back and forth and pulling on his hair, trying to reason with himself - the shirt‘s old, he could make a new one, it‘s gross - but it‘s no use. his brain is in emergency mode.

he‘s so focused on his panic and anger at himself, that he doesn‘t hear the knock on the door before it opens. steve walks in, sees eddie in distress, and immediately drops to the floor to kneel in front of the bed, looking up at eddie with concern visible on his face.

steve asks what‘s happened, but eddie can‘t seem to find any words. he just points at his shirt, points out the print, fingers trembling, before his hand goes back to pulling at his hair.

somehow steve manages to understand and calm eddie down a bit. eddie is aware that steve‘s making empty promises, he won‘t be able to get him a shirt that‘s the same as the one he‘s wearing now. even if he buys the exact same shirt, eddie knows that it‘ll feel different to him because it‘s newer, from a different batch, just plain different. the print isn‘t the issue, because he can just pop that onto the shirt himself.

still, hearing steve talk to him in a calming voice, reassuring him that everything‘s going to be fine and that he will actively try to help eddie get the same shirt back, it helps. he calms down just enough to stop torturing his hair, looking at steve’s face properly now for the first time since he’d walked in. the thought that even though eddie just basically lost his mind in front of steve and is probably covered in snot and tears, the latter is still looking at him with pure relief, love (platonic. eddie’s not trying to get his hopes up even further) and something else eddie can’t interpret on his face, makes eddie’s heart flutter.

eddie‘s not the biggest fan of being touched during and after a meltdown, and steve knows that (they‘d been hanging out for a while, and steve‘s witnessed another meltdown just weeks before), so they just sit side by side on his bed after he‘s come down from it, the metalhead nursing the tea steve‘s made him.

eddie‘s positively shocked when steve shows up again the next day to hand him a hellfire shirt. by the smell eddie can tell it‘s probably gareth‘s, and eddie could kiss steve for the genius idea of retrieving one of the other shirts that he‘d bought for the original members of the hellfire club (maybe that’s not the only reason he‘d kiss him though but eddie‘s going to keep that to himself). it smells different, slightly like gareth and a bit like steve, but it feels the same and it‘s much less worn than eddie‘s, because gareth didn‘t live in it as much as eddie did in his, apparently.

the relief that washes over eddie is immense. for a second he doesn‘t even know what to say, so he just throws his arms around steve in absolute disbelief at having someone apart from his uncle in his life that cares so much about the stupid little things that upset him that he’d go to these lengths to fix them.

especially steve. eddie was pretty worried about scaring the ex jock off when he started unmasking around him, but their friendship (?) just grew even stronger and steve‘s turned into the one person he can always turn to when things go south.

releasing each other from the hug, steve squeezes the others shoulders and tells eddie to go put the shirt on, but the latter is still thinking about his first instinct from a few moments earlier. he thinks of the expression on steve‘s face that washes over it so often when he‘s looking at eddie, no matter what the other is doing.

he thinks of accidental touches of hands, knees brushing together, hugs that last longer than they normally should. thinks of how caring steve is, how accepted and loved he makes eddie feel.

his eyes flicker down to steve‘s lips, back up to his eyes, and apparently steve is right there with him because he asks eddie if he can kiss him - and there’s that look again. eddie just nods and then they‘re kissing and his brain is struggling to catch up with what just happened but for a moment everything‘s perfect and eddie‘s, once again, in disbelief.

when they break apart, there‘s nothing but steve, steve, steve and he barely catches it when the other says that he‘s really been wanting to do this for a while now.

and all eddie can say to that is yeah, me too.

[wellthebardsdead]

Evalien: *steps into the arcanum and walks to the check in desk* Urag yes?

Urag: *glances up from his paperwork, eyeing up the woman before him dressed in armour of dwemer metal and dragon scales, her face hidden behind a mechanised dragon priest mask* Yes? How can I help you Maam?

Evalien: I need any books on elder scrolls. And- *looks over to the side of the room spotting a door she’d never seen in the game, but very present before her in reality* I’m looking for a dunmer. Around 80 years old, comes up to my chest in height, his names Wyrm?

Urag: … *slowly stands up, visibly tensing and holding a stance most orcs would display before flying into a berserker like blind rage* Whose asking?

Evalien: the last dragonborn. And if that doesn’t interest you- *opens her mask showing her face* would the last dwemer at least be allowed an audience with him?

Urag: *breath catching* … I-I’ll go fetch him. I- mr wrench, can you get our guests some tea?

Mr wrench: *peeps up from behind the desk and scurry’s off returning with a teapot and cups*

*several minutes later*

Urag: I apologise he does this when he’s excited he can’t help it- if he doesn’t get it out he’ll catch fire. Literally.

Evalien: it’s okay I stim too when I’m overwhelmed. He’ll run out of steam eventually.

Wyrm: *zooming around the arcanum grabbing book after book on the dwemer while rambling about his research and asking thousands of questions without a pause for breath, Occasionally jumping and landing into a pile of cushions as he lets out all his excitement before running back to her, then to Urag, then resuming his explosion of energy*

Taliesin: he’s like a bunny binkying.

Marigold: he really is isn’t he.

Kaidan: he’s gonna trip over his own hair if he’s not careful.

Caryalind: flynt seems to be taking care of that-

Flynt: *listening intently and moving cushions about the space predicting where he’ll jump next* Mm.

[20s-turtle-posting]

From how much I draw Donnie and Raph one would think i only love them, but WRONG i love all ninja turtles and there is one very special blue boy that i love a lot also!! (image ID under the readmore)

Image ID

image one: Leonardo in profile, looking to the right. His mask tails fall in front of his shoulders, and he looks surprised. There’s a little yellow exclamation point drawn beside him

image two: two drawings of Leo, the first, on the upper left, is of him smiling with his eyes closed. His mask tails are blowing gently back behind him as if he’s just turned, and his cheeks have dimples. The second drawing is of Leo looking down with wide, curious eyes. The angle pronounces his snout and entirely hides his mouth from view. There’s a yellow question mark drawn beside him

image three: Leo smiling and stimming happily by flapping his hands. His mask is off his face, draped around his neck so his blue eyes are visible, and he’s looking down at his hands while he stims and sticks his tongue out. There is a caption below that reads “Happy Hand Flappy Time”. Just to his upper left there is a rainbow infinity neurodivergency symbol, with the caption “Autism Jumpscare” below it

End Image ID

[scp-tiggles]

Scp 073

40% ler | 60% lee

As a ler:

Okay so, surprisingly he’s very merciful as a ler, makes sure the lee is okay with tickles, offers aftercare, etc.

Rarely ever uses his own hands to tickle lees, he prefers using plants! As per this au, his withering effect is replaced with chlorokinesis!

While he’s more gentle with tickles, he WILL tease a lee to the hells and back, he cant help it!

“My, is something wrong? You’re awfully giggly!” “Is something funny? Is there something on my face? It’s quite rude to laugh someone, you know..” “Oh, don’t touch this is a spot? Right here? Are you sure? I mean, you’re laughing so much, it seems perfect!” Being his favorite ones.

During breaches, it’s best to stay clear of the garden area where cain resides. As the second those alarms go off, cain will drop whatever He’s doing to join the fun!

Staff wise, his hands are rated E for everyone. Nobody is safe. But anomaly wise, his favorite target is Abel. (Or, scp 076-2!)

As a lee

Firstly, absolutely adores being tickled, and pretty much everyone on site knows this. He’s touch starved damnit!

His laugh too..its the most precious thing, speaking of, if someone ever calls it cute he gets all flustered and starts hiding his face in his hands <3

His worst spots are his belly, ribs, and back. Mainly his belly though.

Now, the feather material on his shirt around his neck isn’t just for show, it’s his own way of tickling himself .

Speaking of, his plants can and WILL wreck him.

Cannot STAND light tickles, folds immediately at the slightest graze over one of his spots.

Feathers are insta death for him oml

The longer he’s been tickled, the squeakier his laugh gets. Almost like a squeaky toy!

Scp 073-2 instances

100% ler | 0% lee

(By the way, the image is only SOME instances. Theres multiple of various entities, including fruits, vegetables, etc)

As lers:

Okay, so as a collective, you’re screwed. Period. These little guys FEED of laughter and show no mercy till they get their fill

Azalea’s, Like to group up and flutter against any skin visible. Mainly necks in an attempt to make a person fall, and then usually let the other plants nearby do the rest of the work.

Snapdragons are a bit more mischievous, will wrap vines around a persons ankles and then pull them into shrubbery, nipping, licking, and nuzzling wherever! Their teeth, of course, don’t hurt. And their ‘heads’ are fuzzy to where its pretty ticklish with nuzzles. And, fun fact, are the only plants that can be distracted by chin scratches!

Lily of the valleys aren’t attached to vines like most of the plants, rather they hop off their vine and run around in search of a victim, hence why they travel in a pair of two or more. Once they do, they climb up the persons legs and get under their shirt, scribbling their tiny hands against the belly and sides, occasionally moving to avoid any attempts at stopping them!

Spider lilies, are a special kind. They’ll entrap a victim in their webs, vines with a sticky sap, and then proceed to crawl over the victim, tickling with the four large feathery petals on its body!

Extra! (For both 073 and 073-2)

The plants adore cain, and more often then not will tickle him if he generally just seems sad and in need of a pick me up.

Cain is classified as a ‘creator’ entity, this is a au feature (that i’d love to explain more if asked!).

Cain and Abel USED to share the cell, but got separated for two reasons, one, abel and him loved teaming up when wrecking staff, and two, the plants loved to wreck abel. (The first reason is the main one, but since they kept targetting abel, d-class experiments rarely worked.)

The plants, while laughter is their main source of food, can also photosynthesize and “eat” sugar water!

Cain, much like 035, doesn’t need laughter to eat. Rather its just a better energy boost for him that sleep cannot always provide.

Some of the plants move their heads rapidly to signify excitement, a move they learned from cain while seeing him stim!

Speaking of, he’s on the spectrum..and is super knowledgeable about literally any plant

You can ask him about the most uncommon, unknown plant in the world and he’ll give you all the information you could ever need.

Cain, has a small crop bed for fruits and vegetables, which he gladly gives to the cafeteria in exchange for flower seeds!

Speaking of flowers, he loves making flower crowns, which he loves to give to staff (and other anomalies)!

[teabunnee]

Submas reaction to a very romantic S/O

From the look of things, I didn’t have any saved version of this one, which is sad. I had to rewrite stuff from memory. Original requester! If you have it saved somewhere, let me know! 

Ingo

Oh he is swooning, he is swooning like a Victorian woman in a Jane Austen novel. Only on the inside though. Outside He’s blushing a storm. He murmurs a thanks, stunned almost speechless. Whatever you bring him, if the thought is there, his heart flutters. He deserves to swoon, as a treat. He always thought he would be the giver of the relationship, be the gentleman. This was…unexpected! He’s the sort to at least try and reciprocate in some way. The gifts will be small and thoughtful. 

It’s a sign that you were thinking of him, after all. 

Flowers

The bushels of flowers are pressed to his chest as he lowers his hat over his face. His bright red, blushy face. 

He finds a space either at home or in his office. He changes the water regularly and keeps at least one bloom pressed. It always makes him think of you. 

He’s a rose lover (cliched I know), but he has a fondness for purple and blue flowers, it reminds him of his ace. 

If you tell him the meaning of the flowers he’s practically swaying, he’s a sucker for thoughtful gifts. 

He smiles every time he sees the bouquet, it’s a little unnerving for his employees actually. Until they ask and he babbles about his s/o for a good ten minutes, then it gets disgustingly sweet. 

You might get a small, tasteful bouquet later, filled with your favourite flowers in an elegant style, and tied with a pretty red or purple ribbon. 

Romantic Dinner 

Ingo is usually quite tired after a day at the subway, he loves his job, sure! He just works hard and sometimes overdoes it. 

He is surprised to see the house lights are off, and has to check his watch again to make sure he hadn’t worked overtime again. 

The man is gobsmacked when he opens the door to find you, the scent of roses in the air, rose petals on the ground, you, surrounded by candlelight. A full meal on the dining table?! Chandelure pops out of her poke ball and hums in approval, then with a coax from you, hovers over the table and sings. Ingo stares in surprise at the display. When did you have time to teach her this?!

Ingo is a sucker for the domestic and the romantic, and this hits him directly in the heart. 

He will eat anything you made him, this man, even if it tastes disgusting and he is visibly grimacing. You cannot stop him. 

This man will sing your praises for the rest of the night. He plans on making dinner for you next time, or even taking you out for his favourite restaurant. 

Emmet 

This is definitely a new feeling for him. Emmet doesn’t quite know what to do with himself at first, to be honest. He wants to stim, to jump and hug and kiss you, but for some reason he’s frozen in place. His eyes go wide, and his smile trembles visibly. He’s always been the active one, so someone else taking the initiative is very new to him. Once he’s more adjusted to it, this is going to become a competition. A sickeningly sweet one. 

Flowers 

As you give him the bouquet of flowers. He stares at you long enough to make you think you either offended him or broke him. 

Then he scoops you up and gives you a beeg hug, enough to pop your back. The flowers might get crushed. He giggles and plants a big kiss on your face. 

He feels like a schoolboy as you explain why you brought him those flowers. 

Emmet has never gotten the point of flowers before, but even he is touched by your gesture. He does his best to keep the blooms fresh, and presses all of them once he figures out how to preserve them. 

He finds baby breaths cute, and daisies. He also likes dandelions and chrysthanthemums (because they look like joltiks). He teases you if they are roses, as if he isn’t blushing a storm. 

Every time he sees the bouquet, his smile gets bigger, which is a little freaky for people out of context. 

You are getting a big bouquet at some point, fun, pretty flowers with a big white and green bow. 

Romantic Dinner

Emmet is also quite tired after his job, customer service is harrrrd. He just wants to cuddle with you, take care of his pokemon, and sleep until morning. 

He tilts his head as he sees the lights are off. Perhaps you went to bed early? Understandable. 

As he opens the door, he’s surprised to see red spots on the ground…rose petals? A joltik pops up from a small pile of them in the corner. 

Then he looks up at sees you! With dinner ready! Candlelight all around. oh. Oh! Oh darrrling! He hides his face in his hands, all of his exhaustion is suddenly gone. 

Emmet swoops in and kisses you. This is amazing! His heart feels so warm. 

As you tuck in to eat, you notice him saving parts of his food. He wants to be able to eat this tomorrow too. 

Next week, you might come in and see Joltiks wander around, lighting up the room like candles. A full feast of all of your favourite foods are on the table.  Emmet in a full butler outfit, a bottle of wine in his hands. He smiles at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.