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holybibly · 2 months

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okay hear me out!! little bunny goes to take a shower ok? one of the pups wants to go with her. she would be more skeptical if it was san or mingi or woo, but its just yeosang. he wouldn't try to play with her, right?

wrong! like you said with other senders, yeo is secretly a hard dom. sorry not sorry yall!

so yeah, he pins her to the wall and stims her clit with the showerhead (at the highest pressure, of course) until she cries and stuffs. have fun with that part my brain is #mush

bye bye love ya 💋🎀

Hard dom Yeosang, mmm...

I told you I'm in love with this concept, didn't I? I hope this makes you as dishevelled and nervous as I am when I think about it. Sorry, not sorry; today I want to make you squirm.

"Enjoying yourself, bunny?" Yeosang purrs in a low voice and pulls you closer to him until you're pressed up against his bare chest. It's hot in the shower, but Yeosang's skin seems to be on fire, burning you and making you melt away.

"I-I, yes, a little; it's nice here." You mumble as you feel his lips press against your shoulder and slide up until they leave a kiss on the crimson imprint of Seonghwa's and Hongjoong's teeth, which are still unable to heal from the constant torment of two alphas. If Seonghwa's gorgeous mouth doesn't suck on that sensitive spot at least once a day, the Alpha will go into hysterics, and as far as Hongjoong is concerned, it's a hundred times worse. His lips are on your neck 24/7, and there is no discussion about it. Yeosang can hardly wait for the day he can sink his fangs into you, too; he licks the sore spot lightly. His hands slide down your sides and come to rest on your hips, his thumbs slowly and emphatically massaging the soft skin.

The black-haired Alpha turns you around to face him, his icy grey eyes piercing you in an instant, holding you in place and making you submit to him. Yeosang is usually quiet, a little distant, and taciturn, but that's not like that when he's alone with you. Like all wolves, Yeosang has a dark, animalistic side to him, and he will never miss an opportunity to show it off to you.

Despite how warm and stuffy it is in the shower, you start to shiver as he leans down to brush his tongue across your lips. There is a low growl from him, and you obey instantly, opening your lips to him.

Cautiously, greedily, he traces the contours of your mouth as if it were uncharted territory, and every lazy move he makes makes you press closer to him, your hands clinging tentatively to his shoulders. It's only when the need for air becomes critical and you start falling apart, your chest heaving rapidly, that you begin to whimper. You try to press yourself closer to his sculpted body. The mucus leaking from you makes your pussy slippery and wet.

"Alpha, please..." You gasp, your heart pounding erratically in your chest.

He gives you a wicked smile and bites your lower lip, making you squeal at the sharp sting of his fangs. His hands slide down to the luxurious curve of your ass, squeezing it hard as he begins to plant rough kisses along the side of your jaw, working their way down to the pillar of your throat. Your head falls back against the tiled wall as he bites down hard on a particularly sensitive spot close to your collarbone, and a moment later his tongue darts out to lick the small drops of blood from the bruised skin. The sensation makes you moan loudly and for a long time, and Yeosang purrs contentedly.

Then he moves lower down to your heavy, luscious breasts, his hot mouth curling around the hard tip of one of your nipples as his hand slides up your belly until his fingers curl around the other. Your back arched under his caresses, your fingers scratching along his back. The low, dark chuckle emanating from his chest sent a delicious shiver down your spine. Oh, my God, Alpha...

The fact that the wolves are addicted to your milk and constantly abuse your breasts is something you still can't get used to. They are always biting, sucking, licking, and drinking, and they still cannot get enough. Your tits have become even more sensitive than they were before, under the constant care of the wolves. It doesn't even have to be anything sexual; all they have to do is keep your nipples in their mouths.

Wooyoung and San recently cornered you just to torment you all night long by sucking on your tits and playing with your nipples. It was a maddening experience. You came so many times you couldn't even count, and they didn't even fuck you properly.

You whimper at the loss of contact and watch the corner of his mouth curl into a grin as Yeosang's mouth pulls away from your chest. Tiny drops of milk glisten on his wet, red lips, and he immediately licks them off, humming in appreciation of the taste.

"Turn your back to me, bunny." He orders in a low voice, and the dark promise in his tone of voice makes you obey with all your might.

The anticipation of what he will do next is simply unbearable. It literally drives you crazy, making you tremble and cower, never knowing what path he will take.

Yeosang stands behind you, silent and motionless, and you dare not look at him, instead staring at the black tiled wall, watching the water trickle down. You can taste Yeosang—leather and powder—in the steam that comes out of the water.

You vaguely hear him fiddling with something. Your ears twitch, hoping to recognise the sound, but the sound of running water makes it difficult. Your thighs rub against each other in an attempt to relieve the aching tension between your legs.

"Alpha, I… Oh!" Your voice changes to a surprised squeal as he suddenly pushes something between your legs—something that you recognise as a silver shower head. The metal in it makes a delightfully cool contrast to the warmth of the water and the heat of your skin.

As Yeosang presses the shower head against your clit, your knees almost buckle and your pussy squirts mucus with an even smoother, more powerful squirt. Only his strong arm, wrapped around your waist, keeps you on your feet, pressing your back against his chest as his teeth nibble gently at the lobe of your ear.

"It's time for a new experience, baby. I promise you're going to feel good."

It is hard for you to think straight. The water is massaging your clit in slippery circles, splashing and spraying over your thighs as they shake with the tension. It takes all your strength and concentration to force yourself to answer, your voice high and shrill.

"Oh, my God. Ewww, Alpha! It's so good."

His answering chuckle, husky and sultry, sends a bolt of lightning straight to the heart of your body.

"Look at you, all wet and beautiful and desperate for me." His hips are pressing up against your ass, and you can feel how hard his cock is and how ready it is for you. It's thick, veiny, and long, perfect for fucking your tender little bunny body.

You let out a whimper as he moved the nozzle, and now the stream of water is right on top of your clit, intense and merciless. It is at this point that you start to breathe out his name, your chest heaving in a desperate attempt to get more air into your lungs. The pressure is too much, too much for you, who've never done this before. You feel like you're teetering dangerously close to the edge, the coil in your stomach wound as tight as it can be without breaking. You are so, so close to cum.

And then Yeosang pulls away, the shower head disappearing between your trembling thighs and taking your orgasm with it. The pleasure that was about to wash over you in a wave of ecstasy is painfully slow to return to your veins. You're practically crying at the loss of this sensation. Tears well up in your eyes, but you know there's nothing you can do about it. If they want to play rough with you, they will drag out the pleasure for hours on end. One time, Seonghwa didn't let you cum all night long until you passed out from the overstimulation.

Yeosang loosens his grip on your waist and gives you a kiss between your shoulder blades. His hand slides up your belly, thumb-stroking your swollen nipples, wet with water and milk, and continues until his long fingers wrap around your throat.

Yeosang's hand tightens around your neck, effectively blocking your airway; your eyes roll back; and your legs shake from the overload of sensations.

"How's that, sweetie? Does your Sangie make you feel good? Tell me, sweetheart, do mommy and daddy play with you like I do?" His voice is dark and hoarse, and there is a hint of arrogance in it that you can hear. He wraps the fingers of his other hand around your sensitive nipple and twists it. You have the urge to squeal, but the grip on your throat prevents any sound from escaping.

His soft lips leave the softest kisses on your shoulders in contrast to the rough touches of your body and the suffocating grip on your throat. The tenderness with which he kisses and honours your skin is almost enough to lull you to sleep, make your head fall back on his chest, and let you lose yourself in your little subspace of desire.

You don't immediately realise what's happening when the sound of running water suddenly gets louder. It's only when his claws start to slide down your spine, scratching at every ridge before they grasp your thigh roughly, that you realise what he's up to. A moment later, the water is hitting you; the shower head is pressing down on your legs, enveloping your already sensitive clit in a swirling whirlpool of heat and moisture. You wheeze, gasping for breath, and Yeosang moans long, excited and thirsty from what you've done.

"Damn, you're so hot, bunny." He moans and presses his mouth close to your ear. "I'm never going to get tired of playing with you; I'm going to torture you and fuck you every fucking day."

As he pushes the nozzle deeper into your pussy you writhe in his arms, your whole body shaking. He suddenly lets go of your throat, only to wrap his hand around your waist and pull you closer to him, his thick cock sliding between the cheeks of your plump ass.

His lips curl up in a wicked smile against the back of your neck.

It's almost frightening how dishevelled you are. The heat coils in your abdomen, dark and intense, yearning for release.

"P-please, please, Yeosang..." You whimper almost incoherently, squirming in his iron grip in a desperate attempt to increase the friction.

Yeosang laughs maliciously at your futile attempts.

"I need a little bit more from you, baby." His voice gets deeper and deeper, sounding almost animalistic and incredibly seductive. He pushes his hips into your ass, the hot length sliding perfectly between your buttocks, staining the space with a mixture of your mucus and his pre-cum. The base of his knot can already be felt, and you know what it is that he wants to hear from you.

"I want your alpha knot; I want you to tie me; I want you to make me your bitch." The words come out of you in the most natural way possible, as if this is what you were born to do. You have repeated them so many times that it is as if they have been imprinted on your tongue.

As the knot in your stomach tightens as your orgasm builds, desperation seeps into your tone.

"Alpha, please, I am going to be the best bunny for you. I want your knot so badly."

"Then you can cum, my little bunny. Show me what a good girl you are." Yeosang growls as the hand on your waist slides up and begins to knead your breasts roughly. Your tits are so swollen with milk that they can barely fit in the palm of his hand. The added sensation sends you over the edge with a deafening scream, your cunt clenching around nothing as you squirm weakly in his firm grip, feeling completely boneless.

It takes a few long seconds for the rush of pleasure to wear off. Yeosang gently strokes between your velour ears and plants hot kisses on your neck and shoulders as you come to your senses.

"The Alpha wants to tear you apart and breed you such a beautiful and obedient bunny. You are all mine, so juicy and sweet. Do you think you can take my knot right now, baby?"

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hotluncheddie · 3 months

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omg it's been said before but your autistic Steve series is so good so life affirming so precious to me..... and so I would like to share my own thoughts on the matter...... Steve who did sports bc he had so much excess energy!! and now he gets the zoomies all the time and needs NEEDS to get outside and run around when the weather is nice...... Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask and Robin who says she likes him better without it!!!!.... Steve hyperfixations (feat Steve who reads and frequents the library my beloved, he's so casually curious it just makes sense with his characterization I think)...... Steve full body stimming with Eddie or Robin and feeling amazing!!!!!...... Steve who has set up his space Exactly The Way He Likes It.....

love and light to you ♥️💋🥞🏄🏻

lovely 2jug2head!!! hello!!! ur so sweet!!!

but autistic steve!!! my love!! my guy!!! yesssss!!!! these are all so good! so sweet and lovely and perfect!!! ty for sending me this!!!

(sorry this reply took a little to get too, i've been on my freak shit but finally got few ideas down for u <3)

i think steve would take time learning what stimming and being overstimulated and understimulated means. i think after the upside-down especially, but a lot before that too, he got too used to detaching, kind of separating from his body in order to survive. so now, sometimes, he gets these itches and urges and weird feelings and he just doesn’t know what to do about it. [and i think sport definitely helped him in the past, but i dunno if he would make that connection right away.]

but, he watches robin flap her arms with her sweater sleeves covering her hands. and watches eddie get fucking breathless head banging to a song. he sees robin skip to his car at the end of a shift, looking up at the sky and letting out a 'AHH!' with so so much feeling, cheeks flushed and eyes bright that the day is done, getting in and fiddling with the radio like it’s no big deal. he watches eddie jiggle his leg and bite his rings and stand up and pace when he's talking about something he loves. and steve tries them.

he tries all of them.

he fists his hands and shakes them until something dislodges in his chest, till he can finally take a full breath. he sings loudly along to bruce springsteen and wham in his car in the mornings, sometimes not ever really singing, just making noise. he jumps around his room with robin when she plays blondie, he asks eddie to show him how to head bang, tries it and laughs and kisses him breathless when the song ends. he gives robin his keys and takes off running in a lap around the building after work, sometimes near sprinting, sometimes circling five, six times, going till he's panting and the faces of all the people he had to see that day are washed away, until he can't feel the plastic on his fingers, can't smell the bleach or the too much cologne some guy used. until he's reset, until he's him again, not theirs, not who anyone wants him to be. until he feels good again, lets himself feel good.

sometimes, now, he jiggles his leg the same way eddie does, at the same time, until robin says she has to move 'feel fuckin' seasick over here with you two goblins.' and eddie just laughs. and steve can curl up into his side, if he wants, can pick up eddies hand and bite his rings if he feels like it, eddie would let him, maybe call him cute, wouldn't judge him. neither of them would, if he did that, if he did more. they would never, and its so nice.

["Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask" ;-; that's my fcuking GUY. he would and its so :(( !!!! ]

but yeah, robin would hate that fake plastic smile he puts on to mask sometimes. and she'd tell him, with so much love. 'stop it. show me you.' because she just wants to be with steve.

but she’s so wonderful, he just, she gets it. sometimes things that he didn’t even know were bothering him will build and he’ll snap and rant and moan to finally get it all out. lungs heaving as he empties everything out before her. but she’ll just look at it, and seem to place it all in a way that makes sense, a way that’s small and fits in his pocket. she’ll say ‘woah yeah, that seems like a lot / would be stressful / i’m not surprised you're overwhelmed’ and it’s just. it’s so simple. he’s seen, he’s listened too and validated. it still makes him pause, in stunned silence, and it’s like there’s a plaster placed on his heart with every instance that it happens. sometimes it seems to strike such a chord it's like it's hitting a deep wound that he buried inside, a scab finally healing and falling away. sometimes it makes him sob in her arms, overwhelmed and amazed and so so moved by this person he's met, this wonderful angelic creature that he gets to call his.

the next time he has his super masked, customer service face on when its just the two of them, she threatens to bite him. and steve smiles for real, laughs, feels another plaster sticking over the others.

and steve library frequenter yes yes!! i agree that he is curious and practical and i think a hands on kind of guy! so i think he goes to the library and gets books about cars. i think he likes learning about how to fix his, trying to understand what could go wrong, how it happens, what you do in different scenarios. i think that's something him and eddie and wayne bond over, helping to fix their cars. steve and eddie even work together to do up wayne's van a little, getting it a new bumper and a couple parts scavenged at the junkyard. it's fun for him to work out what's missing, what’s changed, how and why and then putting it into practice. taking something apart and putting it back together. makes him feel proud of himself, something he really doesn't feel often. makes his brain zone in and flow and focus for a couple hours and it just feels so nice, its a happy time for him.

also, speaking of special interests - ✨sport stats✨. steve can name the players of all the basketball teams currently playing professionally, likes watching the tactics shows that come on before and after the games. likes talking at eddie and explaining why its actually really cool that they swapped out that player to give this new guy a chance, he's big news, a young up and comer and has a really interesting play style, its gonna work well with how their current manger organises the court. and eddie just smiles at him, squeezing steves hand in his lap and trying to understand what he sees on screen, follow along (he struggles to take in all the information, it's just not his thing. but it makes him so happy when he watches steve watch.) and steves happy little keens when something interesting happens, mindlessly fiddling with eddie’s fingers and tapping his other hands fingers against his knee, 1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 2. relaxed and focused and sometimes he rocks when it gets really tense and eddies heart bursts.

because it wasn't always like that, it was a struggle and a near pleading for eddie to just get steve to tell him what he likes, talk to him, get to know him. to just let eddie in. because eddie wanted to know everything and steve just didn't know how to deal with that. why would eddie care? no one ever listens to him. he's embarrassing and annoying and gets to loud and eddie doesn't like sports so why would steve tell him anything? it took soft words and gentle encouragement and reassurance again and again that he's listening, he wants to listen, wants to know. 'always, always wanna listen to what you have to say stevie.' so when steve comes over to the trailer after work, talking about the latest switch they announced in the paper, how last nights points shifted the league around and now he doesn't even know who's going to win, isn't that cool? eddie fucking beams because this is his boy. his bright, beautiful, exited baby and he’s talking to eddie, he's letting eddie see him.

steve and his space though. thinking very much about that. he doesn’t have the strictest schedule, he’s learning that sometimes its okay to leave the sheets for another couple days, that the dust can settle for another week before he needs to wipe it away. but some things are just, they just have to be right. he needs to know where things are, needs the important stuff in the same place every day so he doesn't forget. needs his products in the bathroom out and in order so he can keep track of when something needs replacing, so he's not left without something he needs. wants this one specific pillow at night, and one for between his knees and a duvet on year round, needs it to feel warm and safe and right in his bed.

and his clothes, its not even about the sensory stuff for him, like yeah most of his tops are soft, his jeans pretty worn in. he has some really old sweatshirts that are special, that come out on the worst days. but it's also about how clothes look, how they make him feel. he want his jeans to fit right, sit right on his shoes. wants his shirts to make his shoulders look nice, make him feel comfortable and confident and like a normal fucking person who can exist in the world. its another part of the mask, maybe. but it works and its his and most of the time he thinks he looks good. and that's okay. he's learning and its healthy and its practical and it helps.

but he also adores wearing eddies t-shirts. when he's at home all day or to sleep at night. especially if eddies not there, when steve misses him, when he wants him. steve wears eddies t-shirts to bed. they're all ones eddies left after staying, they're old and soft and the tags have been cut out and they smell like eddie. like his eddie. like he's there. steve loves it, wraps himself up in it, helps him feel soothed and taken care of even if he's alone, maybe its a little sad, makes him feel embarrassed, too much. but he's learning not to care.

sometimes eddie talks to him and touches him in a certain special way that makes steve feel so so foggy and taken care of and amazing. so, if eddie's not there but he craves that foggy feeling, steve wears eddies t-shirts and he speaks to himself like eddie would and he makes himself dinner and looks after himself and tucks himself into bed and rubs the fabric of the collar against his nose. and tries not to feel embarrassed if he needs more, if he has to suck on his fingers/thumb for a while, clutching the fabric in his hand. tries to let himself whimper or even cry a little if he needs, at how nice it feels, how gooey and needy he can allow himself to get. accept it as part of himself, that eddie likes it, still likes him, still loves him. just something he needs sometimes. and steve falls asleep, wearing eddies t-shirt.

gonna tag a few people who might want to see, hope that's okay? wanna spread him around and show him off!! look at him!!! our best guy!!!

@pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @spectrum-spectre @just-a-tiny-void @steventhusiast @cherrychapsticksteve @lil-gremlin-things @finntheehumaneater @irethsune

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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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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Hi hi, tis I, 💋anon, yet again back with another Thought. Your writing continues to be Fantastic AHHHHH. All the kisses for you.

I have no real premise for this other than p l e a s e but- someone mentioned when fit and pac were Cricling Tubbo and complimenting him. And then The Suit happened and I just- if they reacted that way to him changing a Shirt what would they do seeing him in a Suit (either the black or white one they were both Good mans is too attractive). Did they get him in the suit? did one of them? did someone else??? is there an event???

Hope you're having a good day (that you get un-sick soon, sounds like it fuckin sucks) :>

still sick but im chugging vitamin water and gatorade like its nobodys business :) also i have history in a fandom with 1800's and 1900's fashion so i leaned a bit into my past with TLH to come up with this outfit idea. i doubt many mcyters know it but google matthew fairchild and thats the inspo for the outfit!

Tubbo felt out of place to say the least. He wouldn't go as far to say he was uncomfortable but the suit on his body felt strange. It was the women’s idea. Niki was the one who decided to host the get-together, Bagi and Tina the ones who decided everyone had to dress up. The children loved the idea, absolutely loved it. Tubbo spent an hour with Sunny dressing her in the finest dress he could possibly get for her. She was a sight. Dressed in a beautiful moss green dress with golden detailing. Her hair was piled on top of her head with lovely golden flowers threading through her curls. “You look beautiful, poppet.”

Sunny grinned at him before grabbing at his hands. She dragged him over to his closet and started digging through the suits.

“Oh no, princess. I don’t want to wear something complicated.”

She gave him a look that warranted absolutely no arguing and now here he was, dressed up. The undershirt was crisp white and the waistcoat on top a deep swirling green that matched Sunny’s dress, a simple black jacket topping it all. She had insisted. He would do anything for his princess and she damn well knew it.

The party was beautiful. Fairy lights strung up all over the walls with tables of food in every corner of the large room. Mouse greeted them when they walked in. “Tubbo! Sunny! Hey, guys.”

“Hey, Mouse,” Tubbo greeted back as Sunny waved happily.

“Awww,” came Niki’s voice from behind them. “Sunny, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

“Thank you!” she signed.

Tubbo felt a strange type of pressure on him all of a sudden, like someone was watching him very closely. Peering around the room at all the guests he tried to figure out who it was. His answer came only a moment later as he saw Pac and Fit making a beeline for him.

“Oi!” Pac said cheerily, his eyes glued on Tubbo’s suit.

Tubbo had to resist the urge to squirm. “Hey, Pac.”

Fit was utterly silent, eyeing him up and down as Pac smiled at Sunny. “Oi, Sunny, there’s uh a chocolate fountain over there.” He looked up pointedly at Niki who’s eyebrows shot up. “Niki, why don’t you show her the fountain?”

Niki and Mouse quickly glanced between the three of them before at each other with knowing expressions. “Yeah, of course,” Mouse said, taking one of Sunny’s hands as Niki took the other. “Let’s get you some sweets, princess.”

Tubbo rubbed his thumb repeatedly into the palm of his other hand in a nervous stim as he looked at the both of them. “Um, what’s up guys?”

Neither of them were looking him in the eyes and every place their eyes dipped to felt like it was on fire. “You look really good,” Fit said in a low voice, finally looking him in the eye. His eyes were dark. “Really good.”

Tubbo flushed. “Uh, thanks?”

Pac nodded and nodded, absentmindedly before he took a step forward and grabbed Tubbo by the waist, running his hands over the expensive material of the waistcoat. His eyes got even wider as soon as he got his hands on the other man and Tubbo had to admit something in his chest was very pleased about this whole interaction. “So good,” he said softly. Pac's eyes were giving the impression he wanted to eat him alive and it made Tubbo shudder, suddenly feeling very warm in the suit. “You should uh come home with us later yeah?”

Tubbo stared at him, jaw agape. “Uh, uh.” He glanced quickly over at Fit who was still blatantly checking him out. “Yeah? Yeah um sure.”

“Good,” Pac said smoothly, running his hands down his sides once before finally pulling them away. He winked. “Meet us after the party.”

#qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #q!tubbo #q!fit #q!pac #q!niki #qsmp sunny #q!mouse #fitpacbo #qsmp morning crew

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desmorotu · 2 months

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asher’s playlist 💋 (a glimpse)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

☆ standing next to you - jungkook (he loves the bass and the groovy ass beat; loves to dance in front of Baaabe while they do chores around the house while making stupid faces at them. definitely screams the lyrics at the top if his lungs)

☆ i was made for lovin’ you - kiss (loves the bass and guitar. bobs his head along while he listens. wants to learn the song on guitar—always references the lyrics to Baaabe, much to their chagrin.)

☆ chop suey! - system of a down (he likes the chaotic vibe of the instrumental and vocals. he thinks the lyrics are silly. his fave parts are the harmonies!)

☆ lonely day - system of a down (he’s a sucker for a good melody, harmony, and instrumental. likes to listen to it when he’s trying to relax. he references the lyrics dramatically to his partner, but he truly enjoys the deeper meaning of them.)

☆ something in the way - nirvana (he has this on his playlist ironically ever since the newest batman came out. he randomly walks into their bedroom and plays it on his phone, standing in a brooding manner until Baaabe scolds him LMFAO.)

☆ o green world - gorillaz (“it scratches my brain in the right places” …he cannot sit still when this song is on, but then again, he isn’t able to with any music)

☆ dare - gorillaz (refer to the description above. he bounces on his legs and shakes his hips to the beat, regardless of whether Baaabe is watching or not. he is a SUCKER for a cool vibe)

☆ animals - nickelback (he particularly enjoys the suggestive lyrics and often bursts into song regularly with this one. makes him jump up and down uncontrollably in true stimming fashion.)

☆ crying lightning - arctic monkeys (bass line. groovy beat. cool lyric cadence. loves playing it while driving. definitely shakes his head aggressively to the guitar.)

☆ smooth operator - sade (HE LOVES THE BASS AND SAXOPHONE. it’s his favorite song to dance with Baaabe to. he hums the melody in their ear and enjoys holding them from behind while they sway :3. loves when he hears them singing along.)

☆ the summoning - sleep token (he doesn’t like the beginning as much as he likes the end, but he LOVES the chorus. he hates how long the transition is between the two styles of song LOL)

refer to asher’s playlist cover at the bottom :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

if you’d like more, do tell :3 these are songs from my own playlist, and these are just my opinion. they’re the vibes that i get while casually listening! i’d love to do more characters too <3

k bye 💟

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gummi-stims · 2 months

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Frog Prince stim board??

With little chocolates or gourmet desserts, gold jewelry

Sort of a goblin/cottage core vibe

Slime encouraged

Funny enough, I was just recently thinking of doing a stimboard based around this story, always loved something about it (or maybe I just think frogs in lil crowns are cute lol)

Plus it's an opportunity to use one of my own gifs! c: Hope you like this.

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g0ff1k-b4b3-555 · 10 months

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hello my goffik friendz :3

i’m making an emo/goth stim board soon!help me out and vote on some themes xP

like/reblog for sample! xx

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candycane969 · 5 months

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✨🎧🌆ROTTMNT DONATELLO HEADCANONS🌆🎧✨

made by me! candy! :3 no major spoilers

A quick guide!✨

💜 - Supported by canon (things that are pretty sure out there, maybe not confirmed 100% but yeah)

❤ - Kind of supported by canon (things that happened in the series that miiiight lead to some other stuff)

🧡 - My source is that I made it the fuck up (still trying to fit it into the character tho)

⭐ - Not sure if I'm taking this headcanon or not, but I do think It's pretty neat

💋 - Kinky! DISCLAIMER: Ive always seen the rottmnt boys (and April) in the age group from 17 to 19 and thats what I headcanon them as (as it is my own age group!). Ive seen the show and was fucking sure theyre my age and then a month or two later I was slapped in the face with thier actual age lol. I dont support any pedo shit, I also dont think minors can consent. Just putting it out there

Lets go!🌆💜🎧⭐✨

The 'Tism

• 💜 I think Its pretty fucking obvious that this boy is autistic, pretty much everything in the show supports this.

• ❤ Donny's headgear also works as noise cancelling headphones! He's often overwhelmed by background sounds and his gear makes it easier for him to live his life (either on missions or just spending time with his brothers and/or April). He still loves blasting his music on the highest volume tho. It's different when you consent to hearing your jams then when several people are talking at once and youre going crazy.

Tagging as kind of canon because he might have audio sensory issues because of his autism and you can reraly see him without the damn googles.

Different stims

❤ Foot stomping

❤ Hand flapping

🧡 Repeating a song/part of song over and over (yes, even if it has no words)

❤ Spinning on chairs

🧡 Pacing around the lab/the lair

• 💜 He knows ASL! Though It's never said in the show why he learned it, I believe that because he goes nonverbal often. Everyone in the lair can sign a bit because of that, but not everybody is too good at it. Donatello can communicate in ASL fluently.

Gender

• 🧡 Donatello never really felt connected to being "a men" and categorising things as "for boys" and "for girls" always seemed dumb to him. Shortly after Leo's coming out as a trans men (SURPRISE LEO HEADCANON) he went to talk to him about his gender experience. After some thinking and digging, Don came to the conclusion that he is in fact nonbinary. He still uses mostly male pronounces but always appreciates gender neutral pronounces coming his way.

Sexuality

• 🧡 While realising his own gender he also figured out that he doesn't really sees gender that seriously in others either. Men or women, its pretty much whatever to him. He doesn't like to label himself much when it comes to his sexuality, he accepts reffering to him as a pansexual or bisexual.

• 🧡 When it comes to dating Donatello doesn't imagine himself with anyone, really. He finds himself attractive, but doesn't think anyone would fancy him in a romantic way. He's not interessted much in dating either way. But he doesn't exclude dating someone in the future. It's just he won't go out of his way to look for love.

• ❤/🧡 Its obvious Don is a men of science, he's a genius when it comes to coding, math, engineering, I would say chemistry as well. Thats the field he feels the most comfortable in, but he loves learning new things in general. As long as there is interesting knowledge he can obtain, he will be there, soaking it like a sponge. He likes listening to info dumps, and probably listens to long ass video essays and/or podcasts.

• 🧡 Don likes to learn about others people hobbys and takes interest in learning about it. He likes showing others that he cares about something, even though Its something totally indifferent to him. For example, he knows lot about art making process from Mikey (Angelo even made him paint with him a couple of times!) even tho he doesn't really likes drawing and/or famous artists. No many people appreciate his work so he wants to show his appreciation to others.

• 💜 He is pretty low empathy most of the time. It's hard for him to relate to others, and can often feel like someone is overreacting. It's also challenging for him to put his feelings "out there". Which often makes him look unloving or unfriendly. And it couldn't be farther from the truth. He loves his brothers even though they bother him most of the time. And he loves April as well (though she never really troubled him much). He never really thinks that his low empathy is a flaw (more often he thinks about it as a blessing) but there rare are moment when he feels helpless because of it. He is glad that his family knows that he truly cares about them (and accepts any effort he puts in to express his feelings, even if it seems small).

• 🧡⭐ I've seen people headcanoning Donny as a baker and honestly I like it a lot. Cooking is Mikeys domain, and it suits him well, as it allows a lot of freestyling and just overall feeling. Baking and pastry making is very calculated and one miatake can ruin the whole thing. It reminds Don of engineering in a sense. Also baking is an easy way to get love and appreciation from his family because, cmon, he just made the most angelic fruit tarts in the whole universe, of course they're going to praise him. It also works as a stress relief. When feeling stumped and/or overwhelmed over a project or a situation he'll make something easy like brownies to get his mind of it.

• 🧡 He's very sentimental. He loves receiving gifts and will cherish and use them (even if he doesn't like it). He still has every "gamers dont die they respawn" Tshirt and every "dont fuck with my brother he was born in october and has autism" mug. Sometimes he REALLY wants to throw something away but god damn it this is painting Mikey did when he was ten and is just five splats of paint and thinking about him somehow finding out and crying about it might destroy him forever.

• 🧡⭐ This bitch reads fanfics, thats it. It started when he was around 13 or smth with Atomic Lass x Reader and now he knows all the fanfic lingo. He still might read something from time to time and writes very long and well written comments (with constructive criticism).

• 🧡 Speaking of which, Don writes perfect sentences while texting. All the correct spelling and punctuation. He also communicates with emojis and gifs like a millenial.

Food, TW: drinking!

• 🧡 He has a rather strong head, you cant make him drunk that easily. But when it finally happens, youre in for a ride. Shutting him up is near impossible, he will talk non-stop but with much less eloquence then while sober. Its extremely easy to make him laugh, so Leo absolutely loves it. He often looses track of what hes saying and starts completely different rant. Overall a chaotic mess. Really fun to witness it at least once. His beverage of choice is either fun cocktails or beer (tho rarely and/or only with some kind of juice because he doesn't like the fizziness on his tongue).

• 🧡 And that takes us to Donatello that hates fizzy drinks. He hates carbonated beverages, no matter if its cola or champagne. The feeling on his tongue and in his mouth makes him really uncomfortable. When there is no other choice but to drink up some bubbless, he leaves it open for as long as he can to get rid of them. His brothers despise him for that.

• 🧡 He doesn't like weird food combos either and is rather picky. When ordering food Don sticks to what he knows not to risk an uncomfortable texture touching his mouth. Texture is the most often reason for him not liking a specific food. Donnys pretty strict to preparing food as well (the way he does a thing is The Correct Way and no other exception is acceptable). Also he puts milk first so his cereal doesn't get soggy.

• 🧡 I feel like he likes fruit juices in boxes and fruit mousses but this is pretty random ��

• ❤/🧡 He wears contacts! We've seen little Donny with glassess, so I assumed he wears contacts now. When he knows he will be spending all day in the lair (for example because of an injury) he still has a pair of glassess he uses. And yes, he tapes them to the head. Because he rarely ever wears them, he never came up with a solution for not having ears and needing glassess.

• 🧡 ABSOLUTELY hates smoking. Will go on a rant if he sees someone he knows smoking. He absolutely despises the smell and WILL take it out of someones mouth/hand and throw it away. Appreciates the fun smells of vapes but still hates them. Will call vapers losers (maybe not exacly in these words but he will for sure).

• 🧡 Really good at makeup, but not as good as Leo is (ANOTHER SURPRISE LEO HEADCANON). He spend years perfecting his eyebrows of course. He also wears eyeliner because serving cunt is important even on the battlefield. From time to time you can see his nails painted as well.

• 🧡⭐ While being flustered or simply distracted he stutters a lot, mostly in a way of repeating whole words or parts of a sentence ("Its good because- Its good- Its good because I um- Its good-")

• 🧡 Enjoys taking very long baths, and actually prefers them much more then showers. Can stay underwater for a rather long time as well!! Being fully submerged calms him down a lot and its overall very relaxing for him.

• 🧡⭐ Ive seen a lot of takes that without his battle shell, he is really flexible (due to having a soft shell). And I like the idea. I think, that before sitting infront of a screen (or a desk in general) to do his work for several hours he stretches deeply so his back won't be so sore later. Also a reason to draw Donny in yoga poses and thats always cool.

• ❤ Makes up shit to fuck with his brothers. Like just spreading misinformation and gaslighting them for shit and giggles. Or to get them to leave him alone for a while. Also will gaslight them if they somehow find out that he was lying ("what? you must have heard me wrong then 🙄💅")

• 💜/❤ Loves singing and dancing!!! Aint the best singer (tho I love his songs in the show Im kissing him as we speak) but is a gorgeous dancer! He finds it incredibly fun and feels fabulous while doing it. Also Im pretty sure dancing counts as stimming so add it to the list. Dances solo like 90% of the time but really enjoys dancing in pairs (dances with April a whole lot when they get the chance!).

• ❤ He rarely laughs out loud, but when he does it is loud and messy. A good joke can make him think about it all day and continue laughing for a long time. Not my og take, Ive seen this headcanon before and I love it so so much :3

• 🧡 From all his brothers, he kind of wishes to be human the most of them all. Its not a big big wish, he does think of himself as very unique individual and takes pride of being a mutant. But sometimes while hanging out with April he can get lost in his thoughts of "what ifs". Maybe in the process of making a cloaking accessory.

• 🧡 His handwriting is god-awful. All scribly and fucked up like Doctors writing. Unfamiliar eye would not decipher a word out of it, but Don knows exactly what everything means. But he mostly writes digitally.

• ❤ Dons dislike of hugging is canon, but I do believe he likes being touched on his head and face (head pats, cheek rubs, scratches). He enjoys hand holding when it's appropriate as well.

• 💋 Im headcanoning the boys to go through mating season once a year (except mikey cuz he small) everyone at a different time. It would be similiar to an ovulation but much more horny (with also fever symptoms). Don would be the second after Raph to get it. While in heat he doesn't go feral or anything, but after a few days stops working because he cant focus on his craft. Waves of sudden temperature changes (mostly high heat) with really horny thoughts and hypersensitivity to pretty much everything...yeah not the best work environment. He spends his most intensive days closed off in his lab or room because he really doesn't want his family to see him like this (the rest of the turtles are in thier rooms during thier mating time as well for the same reason). Also add being possessive while having a SO, and also veeery easy to irritate.

• 💋 Donny takes on a more submissive role while being intimate, even though he loves to be in charge all the time. But he isn't a bottom either, I would put him perfectly in the middle as a switch (more leaning on that sub part tho).

• 💋 His biggest turn on is smell. Like someones natural smell, no perfumes and all. He likes to snuggle in the crook of the neck and take it all in. This becomes cranked up to eleven during mating season, as he absolutely cannot stop sniffing. Would love his significant other to leave him clothes with thier smell on it and sleep and/or snuggle with it.

Might add more later but thats all for now :3💜

Hope you enjoyed it⭐✨