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mrsshabana · 1 month ago

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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓!𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 ⛧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Being too afraid to spend another night alone, you decide to invite your best friend, Mitsuri, over for a sleepover. But you'll soon realize that was a mistake. Have you already forgotten how much your ghost loves to humiliate you? ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words.

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The ghost stopped showing himself after that night. You could feel his presence but he never actually appeared like he had that first time.

But even though he wouldn't show himself, that didn't stop him from treating you like a toy. Knocking things over, shutting off the electricity, and even touching you while you slept. It was all a game to him.

And you'd be lying if you said you weren't terrified. Fed up of countless sleepless nights you decided to invite your best friend over for a sleepover, Mitsuri. In hopes that some company would make you feel more at ease. Or at least she would acknowledge your home was haunted so you'd feel less crazy.

But you should have known this would be a bad idea. You seem to have forgotten that the ghost gets a kick out of embarrassing you in front of other people.

Things are calm for now, though you still can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. Despite that, you still try to have a fun night with your friend.

The two of you sit on the couch in your pajamas, eating pizza, and watching a horror movie. The ring to be specific, as it's one of Mitsuri's favorites.

Then the iconic scene comes where the girl crawls through the tv, except something looks off. It looks so much more real than you remember.

The ghost crawls through your television, crawling onto the ground like some demented monster only to look into your eyes, striking fear into you.

You can't help but scream as your body jolts from the jumpscare.

"Y/N, haha!" Mitsuri laughs, "I thought you've seen this movie before! It's not that scary!"

What she doesn't know is that a ghost really did jump out of your tv! And he's rolling on the floor laughing his ass off.

"You should have seen your face!" He laughs hysterically.

You're about to say something to him before you remember Mitsuri has no idea he's there at all, so instead you're stuck trying to play it cool and ignore him like last time. "Oh haha sorry, that part gets me every time."

Mitsuri chuckles but returns her attention back to the movie, oblivious to the fact that there's an unwanted visitor in the room.

"C'mon you gotta admit that was pretty good," he smirks as he walks over to you, "I used to love this movie..." he trails off as he briefly thinks about his life when he was alive but he quickly shrugs it off, not wanting to think about it.

You want to talk to him, ask him questions, cuss him out, anything really. But you can't when Mitsuri is right there. It pisses you off that he decided to show himself now of all times and refused to do it when you were alone. But unbeknownst to you, he's doing it for a reason. Not only does he like toying with you but he also doesn't want you asking him questions about his past.

All you can do is look at him with a mixture of anger and confusion.

"What?" he quirks his brow, "Oh right, I guess I never really introduced myself." He plops beside you on the couch, "Name's Gyutaro."

You want to ask for a last name but knowing how much he hated you asking questions about his family, you know he'd probably refuse.

At least now you can get a proper look at him. He's tall and very thin with the palest skin you've ever seen. His long black hair seems weightless as it floats around his face. But what catches your eye is the black spots on his face. You don't know what they are but they look like birthmarks. The other thing you notice is the blood splatted on his t-shirt.

At first, you're confused but then you think about the fact that if he's a ghost, surely he must have died somehow. It makes you sad as you think about all that blood being a result of him dying in some violent way. He may be annoying but no one deserves that.

"Your friend is pretty cute," he interrupts your thoughts, "But not as cute as you... y'know I can't stop thinking about the other night. I could tell you liked it." He leans closer to your face, trying to get a reaction out of you.

"I think you owe me back. It's only fair," he says as he pulls down his pants, exposing his erection.

Your eyes widen at the sight. Maybe you should have expected this knowing how immature and horny he is, but you can't help but be shocked.

He leans back onto the sofa, getting comfortable as he languidly starts stroking himself.

You look over at Mitsuri, then to Gyutaro again. Your face heats up, completely embarrassed about the situation you're in. You know your friend can't see him but that doesn't make it any better! She's sitting on your right while this annoying ghost is jerking off on your left.

"Just touch it, I promise it doesn't bite," he moves his hips closer - gently tapping your arm with his member, "C'mon, pleaaase!" He whines like an entitled child.

You just cross your arms and refuse to give him any attention, hoping that he'll get bored and stop.

Even though he's annoying, you can't help but find something about him charming. Maybe it's the fact that he's not how you imagined ghosts to be. Or maybe it's that playful attitude he seems to have.

And honestly, you can't deny that he's attractive. Having a ghost haunting your new home isn't ideal, but at least he's sexy and seems to have taken a liking to you. He acts like a needy puppy, desperate for your attention.

Probably because he's been trapped here for so long, all alone.

But even so, how would it look if you started touching him? If Mitsuri glanced over she'd see you jerking off the air! How embarrassing that would be! So even if you're willing to play along, you can't do it now. And Gyutaro knows that, it's just all a part of the fun.

"Fine, be that way," he pouts as he tilts his head back and focuses on pleasuring himself.

You peek over to see him picking up the pace. Slowly bucking his hips as his eyes squeeze shut and the tip of his cock glistens with precum. Soft moans escape his lips as he gets closer and closer.

Shifting uncomfortably, you rub your thighs together - feeling your panties begin to moisten. Hopefully, he doesn't notice because you know it'll only make his cocky attitude worse.

"Fuck," he groans, "I'm so lucky a hottie like you moved in, Y/N. You have no idea."

"You're annoying, but at least you're somewhat of a friendly ghost," you think to yourself, wishing you could openly respond to him.

"Ah," he moans softly, leaning closer to you. You feel his body tense up and his hand stroke faster.

It's not long before he's spilling all over the place, shooting his load without any care for where it lands. It splatters on the couch, your arm, and on your lap - splattering all over the plate of pizza you had sitting there. You feel stupid for not moving it sooner, but you honestly didn't expect a ghost to be able to ejaculate like that.

What makes it even more disturbing is how cold and slimy it is.

He doesn't even bother to clean anything up, he just sits there panting with a sick grin on his face. "Heh, you look good like that."

Before you can grab a napkin to wipe it off, Mitsuri speaks up, "Are you going to eat your pizza, Y/N? You said you were starving but you haven't even taken a bite yet!"

"Haha! Yeah Y/N, you gonna eat it or not? I don't see nothing wrong with it," Gyutaro taunts.

Your face goes red, she must not be able to see the ghostly semen all over your pizza. "I-I um..." you choke, not wanting to do this.

"Oh come on, don't be a wuss!" Gyutaro teases.

"Mine tasted great! But if you don't want it I'll have it," Mitsuri says, reaching over and grabbing your plate.

"No! I'll eat it!" You snatch the plate, not wanting your friend to eat the tainted food.

You look at Gyutaro, narrowing your eyes to show your displeasure for what you're about to do.

Hesitantly opening your mouth, you take a bite of the pizza. You shudder as you feel the cold slimey substance hit your tongue and slide down your throat. The texture is disgusting but at least it doesn't really taste like anything.

Gyutaro begins to giggle, watching in amusement as you force his cum down your throat.

"That's it," he snickers, "Eat up like a good girl! I think I'll stay here and watch you eat every last bite!"

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyuutarou #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyuutarou x reader #gyutaro smut #gyutaro fanart #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kinktober #kinktober 2024

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voiddaisy · 6 months ago

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GIVE ME GOOD SISTER CASSANDRA CAIN

Cass, who knows Dick sometimes just needs someone to sit with him (he feels too much to articulate it all — every time he opens his mouth to speak, he chokes on his words. she knows how it feels. she doesn’t need him to speak to understand him, anyway).

Cass, who takes shit from everyone BUT Jason, because she knows Jason needs to be treated like a wounded dog, not an angry one (she famously gives him the “are you serious right now” look every time he snaps at her. He always apologizes right after).

Cass, who finds Tim on his bathroom floor, passed out from exhaustion, and drags him to her room to sleep so she can keep an eye on him and make sure no one interrupts his sleep (she constantly sees how exhausted he is, pushing himself harder and harder to prove himself to Bruce instead of acknowledging how exceptional he already is).

Cass, who knows that Damian is still a kid, and routinely watches kid movies or plays with LEGOS just so he can join her without being embarrassed (she knows that there is nothing more humiliating to him than his desire to just be a kid.)

Cass, who has never been afraid of Damian, not once, even when he is swinging his sword at her and calling her cruel things (she knows he was never taught to be gentle — his words hurt her but knowing that his anger will linger his whole life hurts worse).

Cass, who taught Duke how to read people better when he first joined the family so he never felt less than or out of the loop (she sees the insecurity on him like a heart on his sleeve — he is not beautiful yet, but he could be.)

Cass, who uses her brothers as canvases to practice her makeup skills on. Cass, who gives her brother’s relationship advice but says it like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. Cass, who forces her brothers to dance with her at Galas because they should be having fun. Cass, who still doesn’t really understand the concept of birthdays, so every few months gets a gift for each of her brothers so she makes sure she never misses one. Cass, who knows everything about her brothers, down to how they are feeling at each exact moment. Cass, who can take down any one of her brothers in a fight and pushes them to be better heroes. Cass, who loves her brothers dearly and would do anything for them.

#cassandra cain #batman #bat family #dcu #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #this is ooc i am aware #let me live in my delusions

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flos-obsessivus · 3 months ago

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What if Lillian’s betrothed was angry at us bc ya know we stole her fiancé (no matter how unintentional it was) and confronted us. Maybe at like a ball where Lillian asked us to dance and not her infront of the ballroom no less.

Kinda like those Mawhas? Ya know what I mean? But we just look uncomfortable and finally yell smth like “ idk what I did he’s the one going after me!” Like trying to show her we are not competition (even if Lilian says otherwise)

Like even if I like the Prince back I would never be a mistress, i would feel to guilty for the princess that just wants to be loved ya know? I would just quietly try to step out of the limelight and try and leave but how would the princess react? Or Lillian ? Anyway I love your stuff! Sorry if this is long and I hope you have a great day!

Pretty basic answer but: For the princess, she'll definitely be enraged, but when you chose to exclaim that you don't want him, it'll be close to confusion, but still, she was humiliated beyond belief that his fiance chose to be with his advisor more than her. Irrational thinking would get her very quickly and would result on a target on your back, essentially dooming you. On the other hand, Lilian would be incredibly sad, it doesn't matter what you did, what matters is that he loves you! You're the only real person that treated him with respect! Besides, isn't this like one of those romantic books where the prince meets his true love in a ball and danced the night away? Well, granted he met you before but still! This is supposed to be a happy ending!

There must be a reason why you reject him! It's... It's because of the princess isn't it? A group of guards apprehends her before you could do anything, his father might not approve of this sudden breakoff but that doesn't matter. Once his father learns of his true love, he'll have no choice but to approve of it, you're the only chance of breaking the curse the great fae has befell upon him.

#lilian oc #yandere oc #yandere prince #yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #asks

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transhawks · 4 months ago

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Why does everyone treat Hawks having always been an assassin as canon? I know he was brought in as a replacement for Nagant but as far as I’m aware there’s no actual proof he killed anyone before twice

You're right! We've never been explicitly told he has a kill-count of anything but 1 (rip Jin). However (honestly you knew this would make me actually write, didn't you?)....

1. The HSPC has changed (somewhat)

It's spelled out to us that Madame Prez wasn't like her predecessor. Her methods weren't as brutal, she was way into a war of information. In some ways, crueler. Kaina wasn't executed - instead she had her hair shorn and was defamed, humiliated.

Nagant assumes Keigo has been used like her. Horikoshi says Madame Prez groomed Keigo from a much earlier age than the middle school-aged Kaina so he had way less ability to leave or question (additionally, he was so sheltered from society and marginalized that he simply would have been incapable until he was an adult).

This is what the story says outright. So, yes, you're right - everything else is speculation. But then the question is why people believe this is canon outside of the typical abysmal literacy found in this fandom?

2. But Hawks being Hawks doesn't Make It Easier

Truth be told, I'm on your side. I used to very much doubt he had much of a body/kill count. I still think it might be single digits if we consider actually murdering someone with his own hands/quirk, though I suspect he might be responsible for deaths in other ways. I would have completely accepted Jin being his first (and only at this point) murder.

So why did I change my mind about this? Simply; Keigo's a fucking freak. I say this with love.

Every so often Keigo says or does something in this manga that both confirms he's kind of insane and in a very different moral space than everyone else, and just off-handedly mentioning he went and, after being subjected to third degree burns and essentially losing limbs, immediately went to eliminate every last sample even after the battle (where he was carried off by Tokoyami mind you) as in....destroying Jin's body or ensuring no one can use it. He's offended when it's clear Dabi got the better of him with this.

Mind you, he's the world champion at repressing his feelings, duh, but the fascinating way he speaks about this (a minute after screaming they NEED TO KILL JIN AGAIN) speaks volumes. Keigo's completely undaunted about handling death and its aftermath. If he's never killed before, he's been certainly trained to in a way that he handles it professionally.

There's one more thing that makes me think Keigo did kill before Jin. We can argue over how much Keigo hesitated killing Jin, but I think it's a point in that he did in how much he ABSOLUTELY does not with All For One.

Like he does not hesitate. Immediately tries to put a feather-knife through his brain. Logically, I mean, I think anyone would try to one-shot AFO because the more time the man that has (until he rewound himself) the more time he has to fuck you up, but still. He tries to stab through his man's head as soon as he gets out of the portal.

Here's Keigo just admitting it, albeit saying he expected it wouldn't work, but really, he's more apologizing he can't immediately kill this man.

No hesitance.

My final piece of evidence is that Keigo is currently walking around Japan in a suit with a katana begging mfers to "try it bitch". Like being quirkless, not a hero, none of that is stopping him if he needs to defend himself. And it's not like he can pin someone away with his feathers. Nor does he have dozens of daggers at his disposal anymore, just one blade. He's the type to try and finish things quickly as the manga has shown time and time again. I really hope no one actually tries to assassinate him because there's an extreme likelihood he'll just decapitate them in the SPC boardroom.

3. Red, Red Hands

To recap, we know Keigo has been trained to kill, in a multitude of ways (and not only with his quirk), and has always seen killing as option/tool he can use. The HSPC might not be as eager to kill as Kaina's era was, but they raised Keigo with the intent to use him to be able to kill people and cover it up. While there's no proof of other murders, there's proof he's been given the training, tools, and expectation to kill. And his attitude towards killing isn't making it seem like he's not done it before. Of course, he's not agonizing over it like Kaina, which makes me think he was used sparingly to kill.

But the other thing to ask is - will Keigo continue to kill (and not like in personal defense) or lead to the deaths of others? He's already set on reforming the Public Safety Commission by allowing for the reform of Villains who cooperate, renaming the Commission to distance itself from solely heroism... We're still a few chapters away of seeing what this new president has in store for society and how he'll distinguish his methods from the people who created him, but we also have two hundred and fifty chapters of him expressing dislike of how he's used, so perhaps it's fair to say he's not continuing the cycle?

#asks #my meta #takami keigo #hawks #bnha hawks #bnha

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mrzombielover · 8 months ago

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- slow ride ch1

feat. sinner!adam x fem!hotel worker!reader

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warnings: NSFW, enemies to fuckbuddies, adam and reader both suck, unhealthy relationships, size kink oooops, light degradation

a/n: oh my god this is so self indulgent. something is fr wrong with me bc all my favorite men are irrevocably fucked up and toxic and emotionally damaged and would treat me like shit teehee

wc: 2.2k

“You took my shame and you took my pride / And now you gonna take me for a slowride”

When even Charlie is trepidatious about checking someone in to the hotel, you know they’ve fucked up bad.

Adam had shown up, tail between his legs, admitting something about how he’s “desperate enough to try anything,” even this “stupid delusional humiliating hotel.”

Charlie, who’s more like an angel than Adam ever was, had ultimately decided that he could stay. After a lengthy and heated discussion, she’d reminded the group that the hotel’s policy states that everyone deserves a chance at redemption, regardless of the sins they’ve committed. Considering he killed your friend, you thought that was bullshit, but it’s Charlie’s hotel at the end of the day, and you’re just along for the ride.

You like Charlie, which is why you put up with having Adam around. She’s a good person- genuinely, deep down. There’s no hidden motives in her actions. You’ve not met many good people in your life, so she’s won your respect, even if you have your doubts about the hotel’s premise.

But for as much as you love her, you briefly questioned her sanity when she asked you to keep a special eye on Adam.

“…and how exactly is that the job of treasury secretary?” You deadpan.

“Wellll…” Charlie trails off, looking away for a moment. “It isn’t really. Buuut what if I was asking as a favor, for your friend?” She clasps her hands together, giving you a smile. You have to avert your eyes from the hopeful look on her face before your resolve cracks.

“No way in hell,” You say quickly.

“Please!”

“No,”

“Pleaseee!”

You bite your lip as you think. He’s obnoxious, yes, but what’s really the worst that could happen? You close your eyes and sigh.

“…you owe me one,”

You regret accepting every day. Nobody got along with Adam. Well, nobody except for Nifty, who seemed thrilled to have a real bad boy staying in the hotel. You, however, got along with him the least of all.

For someone who’d come to the hotel in his time of need- who was in no position to ask for anything other than forgiveness- Adam sure has a smartass mouth. It seems Charlie just wants to give you a brain aneurysm, that’s why she gave you this job. Even if that wasn’t her goal, that’s certainly the stage you’re approaching, because fighting with Adam everyday is 100% going to make you pop a blood vessel.

You can’t help it. Something about him- the way he acts, the forced proximity, just gets under your skin, makes your eye twitch. He should be groveling, begging for forgiveness, putting his heart and soul into bettering himself, yet all he does is bitch and moan. Constantly complaining would be one thing, hell’s full of whiners, but he also feels the need to voice every thought he’s ever had, which often includes insults and snide remarks about those around him. You’ve never been one to take that shit- though, nobody at the hotel really does. It seems to be much worse with you two, specifically, though.

The problem comes in because, as much as you hate to admit it, you might sometimes occasionally have some things in common with him. No, you’re not quite as loud or crude or obnoxious, you don’t generally insult people for fun, but if someone deserves it?

You’ve tore into people for way less than murdering your friend, showing up on your doorstep and being a pain in your ass 24/7, especially if you’re in a particularly shitty mood. Reduced people to tears for mildly inconveniencing you, having an annoying voice, wasting food, etc etc… all of which Adam does.

Generally, you’re apathetic to what goes on around you, especially at the hotel. You’re fed, don’t have to pay rent, and can pretty much do whatever you want, so dealing with the annoying, traumatized, dramatic residents and staff is a fair trade off in your eyes. Adam should, in theory, be no different than the rest of them to you. So you cannot, for the life of you, figure out what about him makes him so much worse than the rest.

You just try not to think about him as much as possible. But when you ignore him, he just seems to get worse.

“Jesus, you don’t think it’s a bit early to start drinking?”

You mentally groan as you hear his voice, avoiding eye contact as you crack open the bottle.

“I mean, Isn’t this shithole supposed to be for rehabilitation?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he opens the fridge.

“Why don’t you focus on your own rehab first, dick? Been weeks now and you’re still an asshole,” You snap, before taking a swig of your beer. He shrugs, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and placing it on the counter. He walks past where you’re leaning on the counter to get a glass.

“I mean, damn, you didn’t even try today, huh?”He laughs.

“Why are you pickin’ a fight with me right now?” You raise your voice a little, exasperated and too hungover to deal with this.

“oh, uh, i dunno… i’m bored?” He shrugs again, looking over to you with a self satisfied smile. You groan in frustration, then sigh, forcing yourself to keep it together.

“…and you wonder why your wives left you,” you mumble with a roll your eyes, turning to quickly leave the kitchen. you don’t see his face, but judging from the sound of a crash and footsteps quickly following you into the hallway, you hit a nerve. oh, god, here we go…

“you fucking junkie bitch!” he yells after you as you stomp up the stairs.

“you’re proving my point right now!” you say over your shoulder.

“Like you have room to talk? Let’s bring up your love life, huh?!”

“oh my god shut up!” Angel yells through the door as you pass his room. “Every fuckin’ morning with you two!”

Adam ignores him, continuing to rant as he follows closely behind you, every degrading name he can think of spilling from his lips.

“…fucking whore cunt- whose not even fucking listening to me!” he says as you turn into your room. you turn, attempting to slam the door, but he sticks his foot in the gap and grabs the door, shoving it back open.

“what in the fuck is your problem today?!” you yell.

“it’s you, bitch!”

“oh my god- how do you care about anything this much? Seriously, it’s not that deep!”

you jump a little as he suddenly slaps the beer bottle out of your hands, the glass shattering loudly and the leftover beer soaking your socks. your jaw drops, outraged, and you can’t help the reflex to reach up and smack the side of his head.

“ow!” he yelps, and you raise your fists to hit him again, when-

“you- fucking bitch-!” he shouts. you cry out in surprise as he grabs your wrists and yanks you with surprising ease, shoving you roughly into the wall behind you.

theres a struggle, both grunting with the strain of pushing against each other as Adam wrestles to keep the upper hand. You go to knee him, but he moves quicker, slotting one of his legs between your own and pressing his body against yours to pin you completely against the wall.

then, something changes. he pauses, the close proximity seems to have finally registered in his brain. his eyes widen and you pause too, both panting, faces inches apart. his grip loosens, and a flicker of confusion crosses his features.

“wait, what’s-“

“shut up,” you snap suddenly. before you even realize what you’re doing, your hands are on his chest, and you’re shoving him towards your bed.

“take off your shirt,” you command as the back of his knees hit the mattress and he’s falling backwards. he quickly does as you say, looking up at you with wide eyes as you straddle him and rip your own shirt off as well. he mumbles a nice when he sees you’re not wearing a bra. you reach to tug off the sweatpants you had on, and as soon as you can kick them away Adam’s hands are on your waist and flipping you over. He hurriedly rips off the rest of his clothes before he’s back on you, leaning down to eagerly press kisses down your neck. you have to tilt your head to make room for the horns now permanently attached to his head, and you think of the irony of this situation.

the sound of fabric ripping followed immediately by two of his fingers finding your clit makes you gasp. you bite back a whimper as he begins to rub rough and sloppy circles on your clit. the pleasure doesn’t last long before he’s pulling his hand back, only to shove a finger inside your cunt quickly, and you gasp again. being so unprepared, the stretch burns a bit. fuck, has he always had such big hands? he’s gentle at first, as he works the single finger in and out of you, and once the pain subsides, he quickly adds a second one.

“Oh, fuck,” you can’t help the curse that slips past your lips, and before long you’re rocking your hips against his hand. his movements are rushed and sloppy, impatient as he stretches you out. he chuckles dryly, and you shoot him a glare.

once again, before long, he’s pulling away, and grabbing you by the shoulders to make you sit up with him. you whine involuntarily at the loss of contact, and the cocky bastard laughs again.

“So impatient, babe,” He grins.

“Shut up,” You say again, pushing him so that he’s sitting up against the bed frame. You crawl over to him, and straddle his lap. His hands find your ass, groping it roughly while you grab the base of his cock and align the tip with your entrance.

You both gasp in unison when you swiftly lower yourself to take his full length. A strangled moan escapes from your lips and you let your head fall forward to rest on his shoulder. Eyes squeezed shut, you wait so you can adjust to his size. Seriously, how had you never noticed how big he was before now? Prematurely, Adam angles his hips and suddenly thrusts up into you, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Oh you like that, bitch? Huh?” He says teasingly, running his hands up and down your back before moving his hips again.

“You have seriously got to learn to be quiet,” You retort through gritted teeth, reaching up to pull his hair from the roots. He lets out a groan, followed by a more pathetic whine as you begin to move on his length.

It must be all the pent up emotion, because you’re very quickly unable to speak beyond a few curses and wanton moans. Adam however, can’t seem to stop talking. Mumbling about how good you feel- for a whore, how he didn’t think you’d be so tight, how you’re so fucking sexy he wishes he’d done this sooner.

“Ugh, Adam- shut up!” You groan as you move desperately. He whines as you pull his hair again for emphasis, biting his lip as you feel his hips snap up into yours.

“Oh, god-“ You’re squealing, back arching as you can feel your whole body tense. You’re on top, but as you grow more limp, he’s holding you upright as he roughly fucks into you. “I’m close!” You warn, and it comes out a strangled sob.

You’re so, so close. Euphoria clouds your brain, and collapse onto him as he continues to hold you up to thrust into you.

You fall backwards, and Adam follows, caging you underneath him as he chases his own release now.

“oh- fuck- don’t stop!” You’re practically screaming as your orgasm crashes over you, and you wrap your arms around and claw at Adam desperately, fingernails leaving marks on his fleshy back. You only faintly register the breathless laugh he lets out at your state as he now pounds into you.

He slams into you with an intensity that forces the air out of your lungs, and even Adam can’t form thoughts or speak anymore.

“Oh, fu-uuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” He can’t believe the noises that are coming from him, but he also can’t find it in himself to care when you feel this good. You’re so sensitive, and still tight from your previous climax, and he can feel your pulse in the walls of your cunt as you clench around him.

Pleasure quickly turns to overstimulation, and you moan his name again, reaching up to pull at his hair, horns, wings, anything, as tears begin to prick at your eyes. Hearing you moan his name, seeing the look on your face, knowing he’s the one doing this to you is what he needed to send him over the edge.

“o-oh my god-“ he groans, hips stuttering as he presses his body as close to yours as possible, spilling his cum deeply inside of you with an actual moan.

He stays still for a moment, both of your breathing labored, sweat making your hair stick to your foreheads and necks, but you stay holding eachother. While both your brains are still fuzzy, thoughts muddled from the aftershocks, he takes a hand up and wipes your hair away from your face, and the tears from your eyes.

Eventually, he sits up and pulls out of you, rolling over to lay next to you on the bed. Neither of you say anything, too fucked out to think of the repercussions from your actions.

#!my stuff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #ok how do i tag this…#first man adam #first man adam x reader #idfk idc #!not sfw #female reader #this is like so cringe LMFAO #it’s ok tho idc😜

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thousandyearphantombunker · 5 months ago

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The Owl House Critical Post, scroll away now I don't know if I am being too harsh in this post but I wrote it anyway so if you don't wanna read something potentially upsetting this is a warning (to those who decide to read please tell me if I'm being too harsh)

I remember initially hating how the show handled its villains, they all felt like jokes, they never felt like threats or like they provided a meaningful challenges for the main cast, they never had any real depth or complexity. but i bit my tongue, I was told that I was basically a dumbass for complaining that Bump openly breaks a law that's supposed to be punishable by death so that Luz could fulfill her witchy fantasy and that he wasn't arrested. the show could've had him make the multiclass student thing be something underground- boom it lets luz live out her fantasy but doesn't ignore what was established about the setting and creates potential stakes if these underground classes ever got discovered! That already made me angry but the cult thing is what I wanted to complain about- i only had basic ass knowledge about cults and TOH fails at portraying that crap, most people in the EC can just quit and do so in a way that makes it feel like they're just quitting a job, it doesn't feel like they fear losing their friends or sense belonging and community, they don't feel like they're anything but jokes. Leaving a cult is scary, often times cults will send their followers into the real world and set them up to have bad experiences so they'll come running back, they'll hire thugs to scare them into staying or position them in away so that they suffer (sending them out without money or the skills to survive), they humiliate those who begin to ask questions so that they stay in line. guilt tripping, putting members against each other, cutting off contact with the rest of the world! The show only adds the whole 'forced to fight on a mountain' thing for flavor! Everytime it brings up actual stuff cults do it feels like it's more for flavor than actually writing this topic with sensitivity- look at how they treat Lilith! Imo It feels like the show insulting people for ever trusting belos, treating them like they're braindead and could've just realized fairly easily that he was evil. It's the most egregious with hunter who was basically fucking born into the EC. the show is also pretty black and white, which is curious for a show that gets praise for its portrayal of religious trauma. You think the show would be more grey. I did deeper research into cults and just got SO tired of people talking about how good the show was at conveying such a heavy topic. The titan reveal also doesn't help- Luz is told by an all powerful deity that she is the chosen one basically and is told that old man is evil and needs to go down- isn't that the same justification that belos uses for his actions- not saying belos should've gotten redemption or forgiveness but this feels wrong. He deserved to die don't get me wrong but using this justification feels gross. What's even worse is that the titan made Philip's life harder on purpose- ah yeah that brainwashed cult victim would totally change his mind especially if you make his life harder- yeah I would've preferred if belos was depicted in a flashback just having a bad time on the boiling isles and cherry picked those bad experiences to justify his actions. Also I hate that the show just writes belos off as greedy and glory seeking when it could've conveyed a message about how people can get absolutely get warped by religious dogma. I do wonder though if I'm being too harsh because TOH is for kids and I was told it would be hard to portray this stuff in a way kids could understand. I can come up with ways to make the breaking the law openly thing less egregious but I am struggling to think of ways the show could have handled the cult thing, I am aware that maybe I'm accidentally saying stuff that is kind of bad faith but this is my truth. I feel like TOH wasn't good at villains and it sure as hell didn't write cults well

#toh salt #toh critical #lilith clawthorne #hunter toh #emperor belos

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mrooops · 4 months ago

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well, finally, the solemn occasion for which we have gathered here. let's discuss why i personally think that roger waters is 101% bisexual.

perhaps, let's start in order. teenage hormones associated with sexual desire begin to appear during school. i like to let you imagine situations, so imagine yourself back in the shoes of a boy in the 50s. his mother intimidated him with her strong character; adults around him believe that even mentioning sex is the height of indecency. nobody talks about this at all. there are no girls, the school you study at is strictly for boys and, accordingly, your first conversations about any sexual contact are only with boys. this closed male space becomes the motif for Empty Spaces, where waters reveals his fear of women. he was afraid of them because he was afraid of any intimacy with them, he was afraid to even imagine it, as i said earlier, women for him are like wild predators wanting to tear him apart. guys will be a more familiar experience, less scary, oh, and you all know what often happened in english boys' schools, yes (i'm not talking about anything mega sexy, it's just about exploring your sexuality). in his situation, i can’t say for sure, but i’m more inclined to believe that at school he had nothing but shameful curiosity. all the same, he was terribly pressed and everyone humiliated him. it’s unlikely that he would have even done something like that then.

let's move on. in general, let's talk about another very important psychological aspect, which left him with food for thought for many more years. Syd. imagine roger, who is ashamed of any intimate action, who is dependent on other people's opinions, is insanely tense and always attacks someone with aggression if they say something that seems offensive to him, and imagine syd, who is not afraid to expirience, he is not afraid of sex, he is not afraid to talk about sex, he does not need to listen to the people around him to know who he is and what he wants from his life. he's incredibly free. roger admires this freedom. i think he was openly surprised at this side of barrett more than once. even now, he talks insanely often about how much he and syd talked about things that he didn’t understand then.

and in fact, yes, syd greatly influenced his life. syd never needed roger to pretend to him like waters did with his other friends. syd never needed roger to be right about everything or for everything to work out for him. syd just loved being around him and knowing that roger was listening to him and that syd had something to share with him. he loved that sometimes roger is very emotional or very sensitive and he never judged him for that. i think their sheer revelation to each other is what made roger obsess over him. he could have chosen anyone to talk about all his life and write songs about, even his girlfriend or wife, but he chose syd because he treated roger equally, honestly and openly.

you might think it was some weird jump from talking about sex to talking about feelings, but it's roger's sexuality that we're talking about. and his sexuality certainly includes sex AND feelings.

i'll also clarify that i don't want to say that they had any kind of sexual contact, but i believe that at least once he really thought that maybe if it was syd of all, he wouldn't be against. roger is very sensual and emotional and he is very confused about his sexual feelings, he was one hundred percent just as confused about syd. the “i'm a homosexual” moment didn’t make the situation any better either.

and what roger described in Incarceration of a flower child is an incredibly intimate moment. he remembers it. this is what he wants to remember when he thinks about syd. when it was just the two of them, lying on pillows and discussing baby names. and the way he grabs onto this moment, afraid to let it go - this is also very significant. i mean, he deeply loved him, kinda romantically, kinda friendly. there are many examples of songs that can prove this if you think a little, but i won't do that here, it's already a long post.

when syd left, this whole long process of his “leaving” made roger angry. i can only compare this to when a wife’s husband dies and she begins to ask herself “why did he do this to me? why did he leave me?” (i have an example of real people with whom this situation happened). roger also likes to direct everything towards himself, of course it was syd who left him, not pink floyd. syd made them famous, they were being pressured to write a new album, and syd just decided that he was leaving. and roger didn’t need excuses for why this happened, he saw it as if he was simply left to deal with all the problems. and so he feels sad, because he feels sad he gets angry and you get the idea. but the anger passes. and he understands that he misses him and syd was very, very important to him. and then the realization comes that it was he who was selfish in this situation.

and when syd leaves he becomes who he was again. he is unsure of himself, he is waiting for approval, he cannot improve his sex life (in some way) because there is simply something missing in it.

he is kinda bisexual.

he will never admit it because he doesn't think it's anyone's business. he doesn't admit it because he's still closed and he still can't agree with himself. after all, even if he had thoughts and even fantasies, he was always ashamed of them because for society it was shameful then. and he was dependent on it.

you can agree or disagree, i am not claiming to be his sex psychologist, i am simply writing this as my own thoughts and conclusions.

#roger waters #pink floyd #syd barrett #pink floyd 🏳️‍🌈#he's a disaster

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mayanakahara · 9 months ago

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I have a request!

Can I please get a confession from Denji with a side of fluff ? 👉👈

"honey ,I belong with you,and only you,baby ♡"

note:I loved writing this request😭, sorry for the delay, I had a huge creative block, so I hope you like it!

Content: Denji x fem reader,fluff,A little anguish,Reader being emotional , first kiss.

You are always so observant. You're a little popular because you're a second year, nothing was that impressive in that school, nothing and no one... but him...

He's always humiliating himself out there, you always see some people making fun of him and giving him a shitload of money, you never understood why he accepted this kind of thing.

Was this normal for him?...You always see him in this situation but you never did anything to stop it...getting closer was the right thing to do, right? You know that.

It's around 9:00 am and the teachers decided to do a dynamic with the first year and second year students, the dynamic is simple,You just needed to pair up with someone from the first year and spend the day with that person, talking and participating in activities.

This was your chance, you took advantage of being alone and chose Denji as your partner.

"hey...want to be my partner? It's just for today, it might be fun."

You say that in a hopeful way, Denji blushed a little.

"huh...right, we can be partners..."

He says stuttering and a little anxious, it's not every day that a girl is kind to him, especially a veteran.

You and him walk away, you don't talk much so most of the way to the canteen you were silent.

"so... do you like strawberry cake? They sell some really delicious ones here and on my own, I'll pay"

Pay for it? He was stunned looking at you

"...pay for me? I can't pay you later so I'd rather not eat"

"pay me later? Forget it Denji-kun, I have no problem paying you, I'm the oldest one here."

You just left him sitting there waiting while you went to buy two strawberry cakes, he mentally thanks you since he's hungry.

You bring the cake and you eat it, you watch him while he eats it, a bit desperate lol.

"do you want mine too? I see you're a little...hungry"

"Eat this...y/n senpai"

"I don't want to, I'm on a diet, you can eat everything, Denji-kun"

You smile, a light blush appears on his chubby cheeks, you think it's so cute how he eats, how his eyes shine when he sees the cake batter with whipped cream topping.

He finally finishes and you start walking again, now it seems less uncomfortable, you seem more relaxed.

"so Denji, do you have plans for the end of high school?"

He is paralyzed. He never thought about anything other than trying to get money, he doesn't care that much about school but he wasn't going to tell her that.

"maybe yes, I think I have time to think...do you have plans, y/n?"

"oh yes, yes, I work in a cafe nearby, you can stop by there sometime if you want to talk"

Something about you makes him calm, he is so used to bad treatment that it has become normal.It's strange to know that a person treats him well without using him, without making fun of him.

He wants to know more about you.

The school tour ends as soon as you arrive at the school library.

"Denji, whenever you want to find me, I'll be in the library after the first classes, just in case you want to talk"

She says with a shy smile, Denji looks at her and analyzes everything, she really is something from another world.

"Of course...I'll definitely come."

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Months passed and you became really close. You no longer saw students making fun of him, when he needed something you made a point of helping.

Classes are over, you are in the library alone arranging the books that the students returned, until you hear a somewhat familiar voice.

"y/n senpai?! Are you here?"

"yes Denji, right here!"

You extend your arm over the shelves, then he finally comes to you.

"Did something happen? You seem anxious."

He looks at you blushing,You get down from the small ladder that you use to store the library books, after all, you take care of this place.

"I just need to tell you something...are you free?"

"Ah yes!...can you tell, did something serious happen?"

"yes, someone stole something from me."

"They robbed you? And who did it? Tell me I'm going to kill this son of a bi-"

He interrupts her.

"It was you, you stole my heart, senpai. You were always so kind from the beginning, how do you think I would feel? I'm not worthy of you, I don't deserve anything from you and you still treat me well,Am I not disgusting to you? I was once told that I smell like a dog...do you think so? Tell me y/n, why are you still around a guy like me?"

You looked at the ground, you felt your vision getting blurry, salty tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

"y/n I like you, please please don't you give me up, please don't give up."

You look directly at him, still not knowing what to say.

"Y/n let me do something for you.”

He gets closer, but not too close, he wants you to move forward, after all he is traumatized as hell.

"Denji, I like you too"

That was enough to make him lose any posture, you approach and kiss him without hesitation.The kiss is a little ruffled and desperate, but it's sweet and full of feelings, the way he holds you against him makes you weak.

You pull away panting, you smile, completely happy to kiss the boy you've always had a crush on.

"You're my boyfriend now, and that's an order, Denji-kun!"

"I will follow you until the end of time, just you my girl"

You blush like idiots, he simply steals your first kiss just like you stole this poor boy's heart.

And there is no better place than next to him. He is your puppy now ♡.

Omg thanks for reading !

#chainsaw man denji #denji x reader #fanfic #anime x reader #denji hayakawa #csm denji #denji #csm x reader #chainsaw man #csm #fluff #request #dark red #steve lacy

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yanderenightmare · 2 years ago

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PET

Gojo Satoru x darling

SYNOPSIS: How Gojo subjugates his darling to pet play

TW: yandere, degradation, humiliation, forceful pet play, mental deterioration, mental abuse, hints of kidnapping and dubcon/noncon

The feeling of utter inferiority demolished you a long while ago. All that was left was just questions of what more he wanted from you - or rather, what he’d at all wanted with you from the beginning.

Thinking back, you remember fighting - like some newly caught wild animal who hadn’t yet learned her place - before he had you completely flattened beneath his thumb, housebroken.

The worst part is that it hadn’t even taken him too long to achieve it, so you couldn’t really understand what fun he had in doing it in the first place. You can’t imagine it’s at all too stimulating chasing and taming something that’s already so unimaginably lower than you on the food chain.

But then it hit you. Perhaps Gojo wasn’t a hunter at all. Perhaps in choosing you - someone who hadn’t ever tried to be much of anything other than simply alive - he was rather in search of someone to be a caretaker of, not someone to conquer.

You realize now that you were flattering yourself before - thinking you were something that needed to be conquered first before being owned - when in his reality, you weren't ever something advanced enough for freedom, to begin with.

An owner of a sweet pet, not a warden of a dangerous prisoner.

Yeah. A pet is more like it. He’d show you the dignity of being more cautious with you if he thought of you as something more. But he makes it rather clear what he thinks of you. Training you to take commands with treats as though that’s the only way you’ll understand, as though you’re too stupid to respond to threats if he were to make them - which he never does - only giving you mellow punishments when you act out, like a timeout in fuzzy chains or a mild talking-to where he’ll hold your face within his long slender fingers while asking you if whether you won’t be his sweet girl and play nicely.

You're not sure whether he enjoys eye contact or if he just enjoys watching you lose yourself - watch you expel all thought of fighting back with a heavy burdened sigh - but he's always urging you to look up at him. Gazing down at you with those worldly blue eyes that seem to hold everything between heaven and hell within them.

You know you’re more or less the same age, but you're convinced his eyes are the eyes of someone much older than you. Eyes that just see so much more than yours can. So much you couldn't ever hope to fathom, even if you could see it. So much you fear your mind would break if he so much as showed you but a fraction of it.

You fear he'll offer to give you a glance someday, all for the pleasure of watching you bate your breath in terror of your psyche splitting. You wouldn't dare accept, only hope you could refuse it if he did, but - though you can't claim you know what he's thinking - if you were to take a somewhat educated guess based on prior experiences, you'd say he wouldn't bless you with an option.

You're not sure Gojo understands right and wrong the same way you do. Or... you're sure he understands it, but you're unsure whether he agrees with the construct or not. Either way, you think he's cruel for never taking your way of thinking into account - despite knowing that his way of thinking is most likely way superior to yours. You wish he'd have mercy enough to degrade himself to your point of view since he’s gone and taken it upon himself to make every little decision for you.

He makes you feel so naked - so small in a world so big - and does it all by giving you a simple little look. But you know his eyes can level cities, so it isn’t really that strange that they level you with such tranquil ease.

You still don't understand what he sees in you - and that makes you so very nervous. You're convinced it can't be much, but at the same time, you wouldn't think he'd bother with you if there weren't something.

It leaves your mind in a scramble, mulling it over for such long periods of the day when you’re left with nothing else to ponder - begging that same question hour after hour - you wish you'd just go ask him already, but you're sure he'd never give you an answer. Or if he did, you're sure it would be a cryptic one you wouldn't be able to understand anyway.

Your hopelessness amuses him - at least you think so - that he likes it when you look to him for answers. And the part of you that still holds ‘respect for yourself’ in higher regard than your utter feeling of inferiority towards him doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of coming crawling like a beggar to a deity, in blind devoted hope for answers which you’re so certain he won’t give you no matter how sweetly you pray for them.

If you were an egoist, perhaps you'd believe he keeps his eyes so transfixed on you because you're the one thing he can't understand. Or that you perhaps have some twisted type of dangerous cursed energy buried within you that he has to guard like you're some beast that's about to unleash and wreak all types of chaos, he fears he can't control once it breaks free.

But you fear the real reason is much much much more mundane.

More likely... you're probably the easiest person to read, even without six eyes to his aid. You're just that simple and that harmless. One glance, and he has you completely figured out without even a hint of a headache in exchange for the effort.

At least, that's what you’re left thinking. That he keeps you in the same way humans keep domesticated pets. That it’s as simple as he finds you cute and that he doesn't really care about what goes on within your brittle little mind because your mind simply isn't advanced enough to think about anything the least bit important.

And that you should feel lucky you get to be eating out of his hand when you could just as easily be cursed by it.

tip-jar: Kofi

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nattysstargirl · 1 year ago

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Alone, again.

Mafia!Wanda Maximoff X Reader angst

Brief Mafia!Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Short blurb

Age gap (undisclosed)

I thought the way Pietro treated me was bad, but it was nothing compared to what his sister has done. From him I expect nothing less than selfishness and disloyalty, but her? No. It has been a week since we slept together for the second time and I awoke in her room alone again. I was disappointed and wished that she would have woken me to say goodbye, but I didn’t for a second doubt that we would talk later in the day.

The rose-tinted glasses I have worn since I was old enough to think Wanda Maximoff was a mixture of superhero and goddess, have left me vulnerable to the fact that she is as capable as her brother of using and discarding women. At least Pietro never pretended to be anything different. He told me explicitly that he didn’t love me right before we had sex.

Wanda sucked me in. She gave me a taste of what I have craved for so long. I felt safe with her, protected. My eyes roll every time I think of the warmth I felt when she called me baby or my darlin’. How naive and stupid was I that I thought that meant she cared at all for me? Wherever she has been sleeping this week, she has probably been whispering the same sweet words into another woman’s ear.

My cheeks redden with the humiliation I can’t shake. The feeling that I am pathetic. All I am worth is a political marriage. My mother can’t see me past her self-obsession and my father, he sees me as a pawn in his miniature game of thrones. My half-brother fucking kidnapped me, for goodness sake. The fact remains that the only person who I have ever truly felt loved by is Bucky and he has been lying to me too.

He spends more time with Sam than he does with me now anyway and I feel our special bond slipping away. I’m glad I have Natasha, but our friendship is still new. We bond over work dramas, the gym members who hit on us, and all the normal bullshit. We hang out, but she doesn’t know all the inner workings of my complicated life. The past week I have been a zombie.

I don’t want to speak with anyone. I have stayed at the Maximoff house because being near my parents would only make me more miserable, but I haven’t seen Wanda. I snuck into her room the first night in the wee hours of the morning and she wasn’t there. Her bed was still as I had made it that morning. The second day I text her.

Y/N: Hey? Is everything ok?

But I didn't get a response. That was when I knew that she was avoiding me. There was no alarm in the rest of the family that she was missing or out of touch. It was just me she avoided. Bucky tried to comfort me. He called his cousin all sorts of names and was on my side. But he kept pushing me back towards Pietro. His solution to my heartbreak was for me to throw myself into my sham marriage.

“You’re only saying that because it’s what the Famiglia wants!” I screamed at him. “When did you stop giving a shit about me!”

The guilt on his face told me I was right. He was working toward an agenda, not caring about his oldest friend. Interestingly, Piet has been nice this week. His cheerfulness has been a reprieve from all the angst. He took me out for brunch on the third day and although it was nice, his hand on my lower back as we walked through the cafe felt wrong. He is the only one who seems to get how shit it is to have your life at total mercy to what the Famiglia dictates.

We have bonded over our mutual hatred of the control being exerted over us. Now, it’s six nights since I last saw Wanda and I’ve sent several texts which have all received no response. Miserable, I sneak into her room again. I can’t sleep and pathetically, I think maybe if she still isn’t there, I could just sleep in her bed.

Maybe her scent on her pillows will help me drift off. I pad barefoot down the hallway wearing one of Bucky’s massive t-shirts and slip into Wanda’s room. I pause, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dark room before tip-toeing toward the bed. A dark form lies entangled in the blankets. She is home. She’s here and she didn’t reply to a single text or check I am ok. I want to throw things at her sleeping body. Wake her up with my hurt screams.

But instead, I walk around to the other side of the bed and slip under the covers. I crawl over to her and turn around so my back is to her. I rest my head gently on the bicep of her outstretched arm and she instinctively pulls me in close, curling her body around mine. I loathe how good it feels. My eyes fill with tears and my heart with self-hatred.

“Y/N,” Wanda groans, sleepy and exasperated, a few moments later.

“I hate you,” I reply, my voice thick as I battle the tears threatening to fall.

She is silent for a moment and then sighs. “I know, baby. I hate myself too. Go to sleep.”

And I do. In her arms, I slip into the easiest sleep I have had all week. I know that the morning will bring with it more heartache. She will push me away again. But for now, I feel safe and exactly where I’m meant to be. I wake up before Wanda. She is still wrapped around me, and every fiber of my being cries out for me to burrow deeper into her arms and go back to sleep. Thankfully, I have a tiny bit of self-preservation left, and instead, I gently peel her off me and creep back to my own bed. Sliding into the cold sheets feels like salt in the wounds of the past week, but I do it because I can’t bear the thought of waking alone in her bed again.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader angst

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crissiebaby · 1 year ago

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The Pampered Curse: Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, domination, masturbation/diaper sex, hyperwetting, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: BlossomBitchDolly

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Beggar’s night. The one night a year when parents deem it acceptable to let their snot-nosed brats run amuck through every suburban street in America. For Edan Claymore, who often enjoyed a nice evening walk around the neighborhood, Halloween was up there with the Fourth of July for the most annoying holiday. Not even his noise-canceling earbuds were a match for the ear-piercing shrieks that echoed all around.

“Boo!”

All of a sudden, a random kid with a white sheet draped over themselves ran up and shouted in Edan’s face, causing him to recoil. By the time he caught his breath, the kid had sprinted off and ducked between a row of houses. Unless he wanted to get mixed up in chasing some dumb kid around the neighborhood, he had to let it go.

Having been thoroughly annoyed by the vermin who were obstructing his usual walking route, Edan decided to turn off down a gravel road that he had never seen anyone venture down before, much less himself. This was mainly due to the gravel road part with him not wanting to get his shoes dusty for no good reason. However, desperate times called for desperate measures, and a dirty, isolated road was better than the alternative.

Walking alongside the rock-covered road, Edan picked up a small handful of pebbles off the ground and chucked one as far into the empty field as he could. As he did, he spotted a house in the distance that he’d never seen before. He supposed that shouldn’t be a surprising fact since this was his first time walking in this direction. Still, he’d lived in this town his whole life so it was a bit odd to find somewhere unfamiliar.

Edan approached the structure with a skeptical eye, which grew wide as he discovered what he was walking toward wasn’t a house but a massive mansion. This only spiked his curiosity further. He tossed a pebble over the black, gated fence and struck the abandoned-looking mansion on its dilapidated roof. Part of him considered trespassing briefly, especially since there was clearly no one else around for at least half a mile. But as he looked down at his untorn blue jeans and new, slightly dusty sneakers, he figured it was not worth it.

“MMMMMMMMMMMUH!”

That was until a feminine moan hooked itself around Edan’s ear. He whipped his head back toward the mansion, scanning the windows for signs of life. To his surprise, it appeared that someone was inside the house, visible through one of the lower windows. Creeping back up to the gate, he focused his sights on the silhouette in the window, able to make out the naked, curvy form of a busty woman.

In the back of his mind, Edan knew he should pretend he never saw or heard anything and leave. Nothing good would come from trying to get a closer look. But as he looked back and forth at the empty road, his devious, lewd mind got to work. Perhaps beggar’s night wouldn’t be a total bust after all so long as he got in some “trick or treating” of his own. Throwing caution to the wind, he used the brain between his legs to will himself forward, passing between a pair of bent bars along the fence and sneaking up to the tantalizing window.

*SQUELCH!*

“Goddess, this chick must have the wettest pussy alive,” thought Edan as he listened in on this young woman’s sloppy sex noises. She must’ve been so unbearably horny for her slit to be that moist; a fact that produced a small tent in the front of his pants. Getting his breathing under control, he placed his hands on the window sill and hopped up on his tippy toes to get a look at the insatiable, slutty cutie whose voice beckoned him like a siren luring men to their doom. If only Edan had known how apt a comparison that actually was.

“Oh, fuck! M-More!” yelled the young woman who had every right to believe that no one was around to eavesdrop on her dirty deeds. Though what kind of dirty deeds she was up to was far outside of anything Edan could have ever imagined. At first, he believed his eyes had to be playing tricks on him. Sure enough, there was a lone girl positioned on an antique couch with her hands lovingly plunged between her thighs.

Besides her hands, something else was between her legs as well. Something white and bulbous with a faint, yellow center. It wasn’t until Edan rubbed his eyes that he was able to confirm his wildest suspicions. Whoever this girl happened to be wasn’t just masturbating, she was grinding atop a swollen, squishy diaper, the likes of which were far bigger than any he’d ever laid eyes on.

Edan watched with mouth agape as the woman arched back and howled a deep, passionate cry. Her hips rocked with a velocity he’d never seen before. It would almost be majestic if he wasn’t so repulsed by what she was doing from a base standpoint. Not that he really cared much what someone was into one way or another. He just found the idea of getting off in a diaper to be a ridiculous fad that would be sure to fade in time. “Psssh, fucking gross,” he mumbled, realizing too late that his thoughts had absent-mindedly slipped out of his mouth.

“Huh?! Who’s there?!” said the woman, instantly becoming alert to the strange whispering coming from her window. Tragically for Edan, he wasn’t fast enough to avoid being seen as she spotted his fingers still clung to the window sill. Her response was fairly predictable, “EEEEEEEK!”

Releasing his grip on the ledge of the window, Edan backed away as he recognized the gravity of his situation. The last thing he needed was to get caught and be labeled the town peeper. He stumbled away from the mansion with his eyes glued to the window he’d been staring through. Unfortunately, this meant he wasn’t watching where he was walking.

“Excuse me!” said the woman, who appeared in Edan’s path just as he turned toward the gate. Naturally, he screamed and fell back onto his ass, startled by her sudden appearance, “And just who do you think you are?!” She placed her hands on her hips, which still had the ridiculously large diaper she’d been humping taped around them.

Falling down into the knee-high grass, Edan was flabbergasted by how unnatural fast this woman managed to meet him outside. He didn’t even hear the front door or any footsteps. Something was definitely off. Still, for as many bizarre thoughts that entered his head, an equal amount of brain power was focused on quelling the situation to keep the police from being called. “I-I’m so sorry! I heard a scream from down the road and thought I outta check it out,” he lied, pretending it was concern and not titillation that brought him in.

Unsurprisingly, the woman saw right through Edan’s pathetic excuse, though was unable to stop herself from blushing at the thought of how audible her sex acts were. She teetered in place, feeling her horniness begrudgingly rise again, caused in part by how exposed her playtime was but mostly by the ultra-squishy diaper that squelched between her knees with every tiny movement. Furrowing her brow line, she issued Edan a single warning, “Leave this place now…and forget anything you saw!”

Sitting up, the pace of Edan’s heartbeat slowly came down as he listened to the mysterious girl’s declaration. Just who did she think she was ordering him around like that, especially while standing in front of him in a diaper that brought new meaning to the word, “soggy.” Sure, he was technically in the wrong but he also wasn’t the exhibitionist masturbating in front of an open window before subsequently marching outside in her sex gear. “Trust me, I won’t be coming back here again,” he said, his aggression getting the better of him as the woman rolled her eyes and turned her back on him. Who was she to judge him?! Losing control of his tongue at the wrong moment, he continued, “It’s not like I’d wanna spend time around some diaper-wearing loser chick anyway.” He climbed to his feet and dusted the dirt of his jeans.

“A diaper-wearing loser, huh?” said the woman, once again having moved at seemingly the speed of lightning to meet Edan face to face, “Such a vulgar tongue you have. Didn’t your mother treat you how to talk to others, especially your elders?”

Edan jumped backward for a second time, though he was aware of his footing enough this time to remain upright. He caught his breath as he stared at the woman defiantly. “Oh, I have plenty of respect. Just not for some diaper-loving weirdo who’s practically begging to be degraded. Fuck, I bet you’re getting off on all these insults, aren’t you?” he said, folding his arms and smirking at the diaper-clad woman. He flashed his pearly white teeth, believing his words would send her running back into the house with her oversized nappy tucked between her legs.

Unfortunately for Edan, the woman had other plans. “That sounds like an awful lot of projection if you ask me. All you saw was me doing was practicing a little self-love, and now you’ve concocted this whole story of me in your head,” she said, tracing a finger across his collarbone with a seductive yet sinister smile, “Maybe…just maybe…that’s exactly what YOU want.”

*SNAP!*

In the blink of an eye, the woman vanished with the sound of her snapping fingers still lingering in Edan’s ear. He looked around frantically, a cold chill moving up his spine, before turning tail and spirited for the small opening in the gate. And he didn’t stop running until his feet had returned to the familiar comfort of pavement. “Last time I ever walked that way,” he muttered to himself, hoping he’d never have to see that woman or that house ever again.

Meanwhile, standing in the same window she’d been discovered in, the woman lifted her arms up and leaned against the glass of the raised window. She breathed in the crisp, evening air through her nose, a spiteful grin crossing her face. “Be seeing very you soon, my new Little toy.”

Up overhead, the clouds parted just enough to allow a shred of moonlight to be cast down on the mansion. As it did, the woman’s physical form disappeared from sight. Her expression, however, remained.

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*BEEP! BEEP! BEE-*

After a long night of drinking to block out the sounds of the various trick-or-treaters who took it upon themselves to ring his doorbell in spite of ensuring all lights were off in the house, Edan’s bloodshot eyes flickered open as he slapped an exhausted hand down on his alarm clock. Given that it was Sunday, he considered closing his eyes and sleeping for another hour or so. Sadly, his bladder put the kibosh to that idea almost immediately as his body instinctively woke up needing to pee. Groaning, he shuffled his feet out of bed, knowing his need to relieve himself would only grow if he tried to ignore it.

*CRINKLE!*

Suddenly, Edan’s movement came to an abrupt halt as a strange rustling sound accompanied every twitch his lower half made. If that wasn’t odd enough, there appeared to be something soft and plastic-y stuffed between his legs. He threw open his comforter to see what was causing these foreign sensations, his jaw dropping over what he found.

Wrapped around Edan’s crotch and butt was unmistakably a diaper. A generic, white, disposable diaper. A humiliating, infantile, degrading diaper. Many unpleasant thoughts circulated in Edan’s head, most pressingly of which was, “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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hellaversity · 8 months ago

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It really says something that the Helluva Boss fandom is willing to excuse every evil action Stella does and every evil thing she says, especially her abuse towards Stolas and begging for her to have sympathetic traits, yet not once have I ever seen an HB fan desperately wishing for Crimson or Mammon to be portrayed more sympathetically than they are in the show and call it bad writing when they don't show any redeeming qualities. The fandom just accepts the fact that those guys are pure evil without batting an eye. Nobody asks why they're the way they are. But Stella? Nope, there MUST be a sympathetic reason for her being an abusive bitch to Stolas because it's apparently "unrealistic" for a woman to abuse her husband out of spite never mind the fact that those kinds of women actually exist in real life.

These images pretty much speak for themselves.

Crimson, Striker, Mammon, Andrealphus and Valentino are no less two-dimensionally evil than Stella is. What reason did Crimson have to murder his own wife and make his son experience it? Just to traumatize him? The show never really says why he does it, he just does it so the audience can have a reason to hate him. What reason does Striker have to help Stella try to kill Stolas? None, as far as we know. What is there to Mammon's character other than abusing Fizzarolli and being a greedy asshole in general? Why does Andrealphus flirt with his own sister and participate in her scheme to have Stolas murdered by Striker? Because reasons. Why is Valentino a rapist who takes advantage of Angel Dust and sexually abuses him? Just because he can. What makes Stella any different from these guys other than being female?

Fans are just asking for her to be more sympathetic because she's a woman and they can't accept the fact that women are capable of abuse without trying to justify it. The whole "behind every bad bitch is a man who made her that way" bullshit. People who see a woman beating her husband in public and automatically assume he did something to deserve it even if they have no evidence or context for what actually happened. Even though Stella has been treating Stolas like shit before he cheated on her, and he likely wouldn't be sleeping with Blitzø if she wasn't so horrible to him in the first place. He never even puts his hands on her and allowed her to abuse him so that Octavia could live and grow up with normal parents. (As normal as Stella and Stolas could possibly get with each other, anyway.)

Stella made fun of Stolas for not participating in sex with her and laughed about it while he was standing 2 feet away from her, and knew he was there. Whether or not she raped him to produce Octavia is a discussion for another day. If anything, Stolas cheating on her was revenge for treating him like garbage for so many years. She humiliated and embarassed him in public before getting a taste of her own medicine when Stolas does the same to her in return. She wouldn't even let him divorce her because she enjoys being mean to him. I wouldn't mind if Stella was given more charaterization outside of "abusive wife" but honestly? I don't really care if she's given sympathy or not. I don't want to sympathize with her. If Valentino isn't gonna change his ways any time soon, I have no reason to believe that Stella can. FFS Stella apologists make me mad. Even if you type in the "anti stella" tag on tumblr there are more posts defending and excusing her actions than those actually opposing her and saying "uh, no, she's just a cruel bitch" meanwhile if you type "anti Stolas" that's exactly what you're gonna get, pretty much exclusively.

Goes to show how hyper-sensitive tumblrinas are over female characters rightfully being portrayed as in the wrong when they fucking are.

#helluva boss #anti stella goetia #male victims #female abusers #double standards #fandom hypocrisy

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boredmezzosoprano · 7 months ago

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In defence of Catherine Earnshaw

I just wanted to take this time to talk about the heroine of my all time favourite book Wuthering Heights. She is often described as "selfish" by a lot of readers and yes this is true, but there are reasons for why she acts the way she does. It bothers me how much quicker people are to defend Heathcliff than her when if you ask me, Heathcliff has done worse things than her i.e manipulating and abusing Isabella Linton, abusing his own sickly son, abusing Hareton and robbing him of his inheritance, manipulating Catherine Linton into marrying his son and then robbing her of her inheritance and kidnapping her so she couldn’t be with her dying father and then there’s the little matter of him being the last person to see Hindley before he mysteriously dies (admittedly Hindley was an a$$hole, but still). Don’t think I’m unsympathetic to Heathcliff’s own pain and suffering - I am, it’s just that you cannot judge Cathy harshly while whitewashing Heathcliff’s character🤷🏼‍♀️ Anyway the points I want people to keep in mind are thus:

Like Heathcliff, nobody ever really raised Cathy as her parents both died when she was a child (and even then she wasn’t the favourite of either of them) and Hindley and Nelly couldn’t have been less bothered. Even though the Linton's tried to tame her spirit and mould her into "a lady" it makes sense that her default mode will always be that of a feral child.

People often accuse her of being a gold digger and yes she did plan on marrying Edgar for his money in the hopes of using that money to get Heathcliff out from under Hindley's tyranny, it should be remembered that Cathy really did love Edgar too just not as much as Heathcliff. Also how was she to know that Heathcliff was able to make his own fortune? Given that he never reveals how he made his money and nobody ever finds out how could she have known. It’s speculated that he became a highwayman i.e a glorified thief, most people would choose to avoid living such a precarious lifestyle if given the choice and its hard to blame for not wanting to live a vagabond existence, even Heathcliff admits that he "struggled". As a woman living in the 1700s the only honourable way she could make any kind of life for herself was by getting married!

When she marries Edgar she had no idea where Heathcliff was and when or if he was ever coming back and her choices were limited to marrying into a family who treat you well or stay in your own chaotic and miserable household with your violent drunk if a brother and a maid who’s made it clear she hates you and does not see you as worth her time. So yeah…

Catherine seems to suffer from some sort of disease that’s only ever described as "brain fever". Some readers have described it as encephalitis and others have called it epilepsy. In any case anytime she’s aggravated or upset in anyway she becomes violently ill and this ultimately kills her. With that in mind it becomes understandable that she would actively avoid anything that would cause her any distress as it could (and did) kill her!

There were moments in the book where Cathy with her mood swings came across to me as being bipolar or at least having some kind of personality disorder. Nelly describes her as "having seasons of gloom" during her marriage and she self harms a couple of times in the book. She also threatens to kill herself if it would get a reaction! She seems to place her own sense of value on the men in her life which shows a fundamental lack of self esteem. As someone with BPD these things all hit home for me very deeply, but unlike Cathy I have the freedom to back away from situations that trigger me (well most of the time) and access to medications that even my moods.

While it was undeniably harsh of Cathy to humiliate Isabella by revealing her feelings for Heathcliff with both of them in the room but at the same time she wasn’t wrong to try to snap Isabella out of this naive fantasy. Isabella is a character I care about deeply but it’s obvious that she was in way over her head when it came to Heathcliff! Cathy knew better than anyone that he hated Isabella and would only hurt her. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. Poor Isabella does ultimately learn too late that Cathy was right. Even Nelly has to begrudgingly agree with Cathy on this one.

Speaking of Nelly, it should be remembered that everything we learn about Cathy as well as many other characters, we learn only from Nelly who it is clear is quite biased against the characters whose story she is telling. Because she can’t relate to the intense emotions of the other characters she tends to assume that it must be because there’s something wrong with them. It’s entirely possible that Nelly made Cathy out to be far worse than she actually was. It has to be said that Nelly is a character that I tend to back and forth on…

Anyway that’s my take on Catherine Earnshaw. If you disagree that’s fine but please no rude comments cuz we’re all adults and we can agree to disagree😉

#wuthering heights #catherine earnshaw #Cathy and Heathcliff #cathycliff #character study #emily bronte

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bewitchedleague · 2 years ago

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“Not At Home” Ch. 4

pairing: tsu’tey x reader

words: 4.2k

summary: After being raised in the Metkayina, you're suddenly placed in the middle of peace talks. Where your responsibility is to understand the Omaticaya way, to embrace the culture, and to make friends. It surprises you to find yourself suddenly involved in things like love, war, and suffering. Will you succeed and adjust? Or will your tale end differently than you had anticipated?

Chapter 5.

slow burn romance.

Once you had made your way back inside the hometree, you instantly went to get your body checked for any injuries by the actual physical chief of the Omaticaya. She was kind, and never once acted as if you were an outcast. You learned her name was Feymana, and she had been in charge of taking care of injuries ever since she had turned of age – taught since she was a child to treat wounds and illness. It was relaxing to be in the presence of an Omaticaya who clearly opened their hearts to you other than the chief's close family. It almost felt… foreign. And that truth left you slightly saddened.

Feymana heard your complaints and insecurities, she preached that one’s mind must be healthy for the body to keep up. And she was right. You felt that after each session you had with her, you could see the world a little brighter – understand it a little more. It was honestly, what you would call, therapeutic.

So after you got your body checked and she just gave you orders to watch what kind of exercise you do – you were running off to the middle of the hometree. Eager to finally eat after an exhausting day of training, even if what you had done wasn’t the hardest training. The constant bullying and emotional stress left you wanting nothing more than to rest calmly in your bed at the end of the day.

Undoubtedly, the looks were still there. But as time went on, you could feel them clinging to your body less and less. Almost as if they were just making sure you were still present. It was simple for them to notice you even from a distance due to the lighter hue of blue on your skin.

You moved to sit in the same location as yesterday once you were precisely in the middle. At the very front of the circle, close to the chiefs and their family. It gave you a feeling of security that no one would be able to harass you while you were in front of them, and that perception turned out to be accurate. When you were near to them, you had never noticed mocking looks or voices directed at you. You began to wonder if the leaders were unaware of the frequent humiliation you had to put up with simply by existing. Or if Tsu'tey—the person seated next to them—had told them about such things. Or were those matters too unimportant for him to bring up with the chiefs? There were many questions inside of you, questions that you couldn’t ask them yourself.

One of the Na'vi standing by your side brought you what appeared to be well-cooked meat, on top of a big leaf being used as a plate, and simply the aroma piqued your appetite. So they did eat meat in Omaticaya. The flavor filled your entire body with pleasure as you slid the delicate flesh to your mouth. Even if it didn't taste anything like it did in Metkayina, it was nonetheless delicious to the tongue. The cuisine is given even more taste by the tiny charred corners. This kind of meal is something you could easily become used to.

Unnoticed by you, Mo'at was observing the scene while smiling softly. The attention from strangers made you feel uneasy, and she frequently saw that you were extremely nervous about your surroundings. When she was around, she felt it was her job to offer a piercing glare to anyone who even glanced at you unfairly for a split second. Mo'at could only fathom the struggles you may have been going through. She decided that talking to you about your feelings would be too intrusive in your personal space, so she chose to stand in the background and watch quietly over you. Like you were one of her daughters.

Something else was on Mo'ats mind ever since you arrived. It seemed Neytiri and Sylwanin were always away, leaving you in the care of Tsu'tey daily without even glancing back. Mo'at felt what she could only describe as a mother's disappointment. Her children were leaving their duties to Tsu'tey, who was extremely busy daily training young warriors. Mo'at could remember precisely her words.

Train her yourselves.

How incompetent had her children become? You weren't a mere warrior of the people, you were the child of an Olo'Eyktan.

She wasn't displeased by Tsu'teys performance on training you. If she had to, she would agree that he was the best choice. But this wasn't just an experience for you, this was supposed to be a learning experience for her daughters. For them to learn of the different ways of the people, to help and embrace the differences while offering a gentle hand of friendship. But all they were treating this was a simple training course. The thought alone made her mood instantly sour, the smile fading from her face as she focused on restraining her tail from moving – the last thing she wanted was to show her current bad mood.

But there was something else threatening her peace. Neytiri and Sylwanin were still not sitting in the circle. And she had an underlying suspicion about their whereabouts. Mo’at wasn’t stupid, she had her ways of knowing stuff she wanted to know – to seek out answers for her questions. They both were with the sky people, at first, Mo’at was gonna call them out for their reckless behavior. But the more she watched them interact with them, the more she opened her heart to let them make wrong choices by themselves – to see how wrong they were about the sky people. They didn’t want to learn, they wanted to conquer and steal from Ewya. Mo’at only hoped that this bitter decision would not end with one of her kids injured. But it was Ewya’s wish to let them discover.

You finished your meal happily, the meal itself almost making you forget the distress you had endured earlier. All the tension on your shoulders were slowly, but surely, easing up as the time for bed eased closer and closer. You turned your eyes towards the chiefs and noticed the daughters were gone, you hadn’t seen Neytiri since earlier and Sylwanin since yesterday. A spike of curiosity and fear dawned upon you at the realization of where they went. Were they late because the sky people had harmed them in any way? At the mere thought of it you could feel the tension returning to you.

Fortunately, just as you were about to let your thoughts overtake your mind – Neytiri and her sister, Sylwanin, walked past you. None of them seemed to give you a glance as they approached the chiefs. Your ears focused intensely to try and hear their words.

“The sky people have a proposal.” – Neytiri’s quiet, hushed voice reached your ears first.

Your eyes saw the frown in Tsu’teys face, then in Eytukans. Mo’ats face remained stoic and void of any emotion as she stared at her daughters. All of them remained quiet at her words, and your eyes awkwardly met with Eytukans for a split second before you were averting your gaze away. You could feel the shame inside you quickly build up, and you hoped he wouldn’t shun you for listening in on their conversation.

“Come, you are of age and Tawukoi’s daughter. It is only fair for you to have a say in this.” Mo’ats voice almost made you jump, as she calmly put one of her hands on your shoulder.

You quickly lifted your eyes to her, her face expression was stoic but still held a slightly calming aura to it you couldn’t understand why. Your words seemed to be caught up in your throat because all you could give as an answer was a curt nod of your head as you raised to your feet. While following them, you noticed the air was tense and that Tsu’tey was also joining in the clan meeting. You weren’t exactly surprised by his appearance there, but it was still another thing that Tsu’tey and Tonowari shared between each other, you thought. They had to attend every single meeting in the clan to understand exactly what their future would hold.

Once you reach a certain area, away from the peering eyes.

“The sky people want to learn. They want peace, and a school to teach the people our culture.” Sylwanin spoke out as soon as she felt the eyes on her.

A scoff escaped Eytukan’s mouth at the mere words. His expression only confirmed what he was insinuating with a scoff, what an absurd idea. Not only were the sky people destroying the beautiful forest, but they had an underlying plan about this – Eytukan was sure of it. The demons were smart, and they couldn’t be trusted. Even without ever talking to them, Eytukan understood that. The way they treated Ewya and her children showed him enough.

“Are you insane?” – Tsu’tey hissed out what everyone was thinking besides Neytiri. His eyes fixated in Sylwanin with a feeling of bitterness in his eyes.

Sylwanin only cast him a frowning look. And all of a sudden, you were reminded of their previous encounter and what Tsu'tey had revealed to you. The anger he currently held in his gaze suddenly had an underlying meaning to you, he wasn’t just angered about her proposal – he was angered at her mere existence beside him.

“Tsu’tey.” Tsu'tey swiftly shifted his sight away from Sylwanin after hearing Eytukan speak sharply. As though gazing at her would make him angrier.

“The sky people, they could be changed. If we show them the way of Ewya, and her beauty, they could change.” Neytiri tried to convince her parents of her position as she urgently sought their approval.

You had never seen a sky person. So to judge them, you only had rumors about their cruel ways of destroying the innocent life of the forest. You could only wonder what kind of relationship Neytiri and Sylwanin had with them to even propose this idea to the chiefs. An idea that seemed almost like a suicide attempt. Not only would they know more about the culture, they would know about the sacred places of Pandora – and even worse, where your actual home resided.

“You are out of your mind, Neytiri.” Eytukan hissed out, ears flattening as his scowl deepened. “They cannot be changed.”

“How do we know if we don’t try, father?” Sylwanin spoke quickly after him, protecting her younger sister from his judgemental eyes. “It is my idea and scientist Grace.”

“Now you’re on a first name basis with them?” Tsu’tey sounded baffled by her words, his gaze completely ignoring Sylwanin – who longingly stared at her mate.

The whole scene happening in front of you was strange. You almost felt as if, even if you were invited to be here, you weren’t supposed to. None of them were looking at you, all eyes were focused on Neytiri and Sylwanin alone. Not even when Tsu’tey spoke out, their eyes wavered to him, they were only preoccupied with both their daughters.

“Who is this ‘scientist’ Grace?” Mo'at asked with a scornful tone in her voice.

“She’s the one who we’ve been meeting with. She has taught us their language, and she is kind.” – Neytiri spoke calmly.

“Kind?” Eytukan hissed out. “What she’s doing to our forest is kind?”

You were convinced that people in the area of the entire tree could hear him because of how loud his voice was. Everyone in the circle appeared stiff and quiet in response to Eytukan's abrupt outburst as though to avoid enraging him further than he already was. Only Mo'at, who was standing next to him, appeared at ease. She appeared to be deliberating which card to play to give her daughters leverage while assessing her available options.

Mo’at didn’t want war. She also had no desire to interact with the sky people. Who better to defend them in the difficult circumstance the Omaticaya have found them in, nevertheless, than their own enemy? She was aware of the danger that this alliance would pose, but if they turned it down, only Ewya could fully predict their destiny. The terrible reality was that the sky people possessed a power that they were powerless to withstand. Death-firing machines that were impossible to evade. She had witnessed the level of havoc they caused, and everyone else had as well. But a tiny glimmer of hope inside Mo'at told her plainly that if there was any chance to put things right, this was it.

“Maybe they have a point.” Mo’at breathed out calmly, trying her best to word things carefully. “This might be a chance to let them see our way. So they can stop their killings.”

This time, all the eyes were on Mo’at. Some hopeful, some shocked. You stared at her with shock, you never thought that Mo’at would give in to her daughter's wishes. They sounded, with all due respect, crazy to even propose such an alliance. But this was becoming more and more unbelievable as time passed.

“Don’t you agree?” Mo’at asked towards you, her eyes staring in yours.

With everyone’s sudden eyes on you, you felt instantly pressured to agree. “I agree!”

Tsu'tey initially had a questioning expression in his eyes, but it soon changed into a glance whose meaning you weren't quite sure of. However, Neytiri and Sylwanin appeared to be nearly delighted to have you concur with their thoughts, as seen by the broad smiles that briefly appeared on their faces. They were aware that, if this were a vote-related issue, there were currently more votes in their favor than against. Eytukan scowled at you, obviously observing your anxiety but dismissing it by insinuating that you were only reluctant to voice your view because they were the chiefs.

Tsu'tey was asking himself a lot of questions as he saw the situation in front of him, silently pleading with Eytukan to disprove this idea. No matter how easily the sky people could be reformed, the harm they had already done to Ewya and their forest could not be undone. With their machines, they destroyed peace and took lives. The only thing that remained were the ashes of a lovely reminiscence, which broke Tsu'tey's heart. The resentment inside him grew without any boundaries, and there was no stopping it – not when he relentlessly closed his heart at the idea of forgiveness.

“It is decided then. But take slow steps.” Eytukan said, voice holding a certain edge on it – the bitterness still slightly evident.

After saying his words, he simply turned around to head back to the circle, leaving you alone with the others. Mo’at gave her daughters a careful look, almost as if scanning their bodies for any injuries of some sort.

“Careful. We open our home, but never our hearts.” – She spoke, her words slow to make sure they understood exactly what she was saying without any mistakes.

Both of them nodded towards their mother, respectfully acknowledging her words. Then all of a sudden, you were left with them and Tsu'tey by yourself. A part of you was relieved that they didn't inquire as to why you believed it would be a good idea to befriend the sky people, since you weren't sure you could come up with a compelling justification if they had. The sky people couldn't really teach your people anything. The na'vi were unwilling to learn the skills required to destroy and exploit the lives of the vulnerable and innocent in pursuit of goals or pure enjoyment. From a very young age, you were taught that life required balance and complete respect for each and every creature that roamed Pandora.

Ewya was all around you. And she was a kind mother, who asked nothing more than respect between her children.

You caught a glimpse of Sylwanin reaching out to touch Tsu'tey, but the na'vi just cast her a contemptuous look and turned away. Neytiri regarded the situation with compassion in her eyes and a hidden resentment for Tsu'tey that you could perceive. Sylwanin simply sighed and shifted her hand to lazily hang next to her. You almost felt pity. After hearing what Tsu'tey had said, you could see Tsu'tey's point of view, but you also felt bad for Sylwanin. None of them were making any attempts to live the life they desired. One of them wanted attention and love, while the other only wanted to be free. It was a romance that was both bitter and sweet, and ultimately would only bring about suffering.

Tsu’tey gave you one last glance before he was heading behind Mo’at and Eytukan.

“Thank you.” – Soft words were spoken beside you.

Sylwanin hid her anguish at being dismissed by Tsu'tey in front of her own family by maintaining a feigned smile.

“Come with me, I’ll explain about the sky people to you.” She said, heading towards the circular roots in the middle of the tree.

You simply followed her without giving it much consideration. You didn't realize Neytiri was keeping an eye on you as you made your way to the top of the tree. She wasn't foolish; she noticed the fleeting looks between Tsu'tey and you. It wasn't a typical glance; it had a hidden significance that she was unaware of. It was a glance, though, that she hoped Tsu'tey could have given to her sister instead; even a casual smile would do. When his future mate, who voluntarily loved him with all of her being, was there, she couldn't stand to see the contempt on his features. What more could he possibly need than that?

This was a daily worry for Sylwanin and Neytiri. Only toward the one who loved him the most did Tsu'tey seem to have a cold and distant heart.

Once you had reached the top, where most of the banshees resided in – sleeping comfortably without a fear in the world, Sylwanin sat down on one of the sturdy branches. Quickly folding your legs to sit in front of her, you did the same.

“The sky people think it would be a good idea that we understand each other.” – She started gently, her tail flickering slightly from feeling slightly nervous at explaining. “So maybe, we can make them understand how important our forest is to us.”

You immediately questioned whether you were talking about the same kind of people when she said her first few words. In Metkayina's opinion, the demons were not someone who could be changed or made a friend with because they were seen to be merciless and unchanging. The simple concept she was attempting to convey to you thus appeared to be a strange fantasy, one that the sky people had ingrained in them and which served a hidden agenda. You could feel it.

“But it seems they’re unchanging.” You told Sylwanin simply, eager to have her change your mind.

Her eyes bore into yours and she let out a small sigh, averting her gaze somewhere else while she was lost in thought.

“Grace told me that this is a start to try and change them.” Sylwanin breathed out. “And I know it may seem crazy, but it is our last chance to peacefully reason with them.”

She was right about her statement, if their plan didn’t work with this ‘school’, the only thing left to do was to go to war. You suddenly had a sense of anxiety as you realized you were caught up in the midst of everything and had no viable means to escape. If conflict broke out, you doubted you would be of much assistance to the Omatikaya because you were unable to fly a banshee and had no idea how to obtain one. You felt almost ashamed of yourself when you realized how useless you were to the people. You could easily fight alongside your people if this were Metkayina.

“They really wanted this school.” – Sylwanin stared off into the thick forest in front of you.

You did the same, your fear of the height fading since you were forced to climb down the tree on your very first day.

“Maybe I can also prove myself to others if this succeeds.”

You were able to identify the subject of her conversation without even glancing at her. Tsu’tey. It was clear that she didn't need to impress her parents because both Neytiri and her parents already respected and cared for her. The person she desired for the most was the only person in her life who didn't think highly of her. You started to wonder if she was the one who persevered in trying to bond with Tsu'tey. Sylwanin seems to be almost... fixated on the idea of his love. It was unfortunate that she was pulling him away from her more and more as she urged him to love her.

“To Tsu’tey?” – You asked.

Her eyes bore into your side, and with a quiet whisper, she spoke. “Yes.”

She sounded like she was trying hard not to cry in front of you by straining her voice. In order to avoid upsetting her by discussing her private matters, you dared not to enquire any further than what you had already mentioned. The fact that she was having trouble speaking clearly at the moment just served to emphasize how unprepared she was to face her worst dread. You questioned whether she could imagine a time when Tsu'tey wasn't her companion.

“I just wish… he could love me like I love him.” She whispered again, to no one in particular.

“I’m sorry.” – You simply offered, unsure of what to say to comfort her.

“Don’t be. Tsu’tey is the best warrior, I’m sure if I prove my worth to him – he’ll love me.”

You wanted to confront her and say, "You're wrong." Tsu'tey had fully cut off his heart to her, based on what you had observed of him; he just harbored a deep resentment towards her. He didn't want to be imprisoned, and Sylwanin was robbing him of the one thing he most desired: his own freedom. He had grown up learning to battle fiercely in the hopes that, as Olo'Eyktan, he would have the freedom to make the choices he felt were best for his own life. There was no place for Sylwanin in his life, and you so desperately wished you could tell her that – but it was too harsh, too cruel for you to do so. Especially since you were a stranger in their home, someone they called sister just because of orders and honor.

“Do you love someone?” Sylwanin spoke, a slight smile on her face.

The question caught you off guard, and you shockingly stared at her. “No, I don’t.”

True, you weren't precisely certain if you had ever loved someone in your life the way she did love Tsu'tey. The friends from Metkayina were just close friends, not romantically involved. Never before had you felt so deeply for another person that you could refer to it as love, accept all of their imperfections, and be their sole supporter. But once more, your parents never put any pressure on you to find someone like that. They gave you the entire freedom to live your life anyway you pleased.

“What does it feel like?”

“Like magic.” – Sylwanin smiled at you.

You grinned a little at her statement because you wouldn't describe Sylwanin's current circumstance as magical. It seemed to be the complete opposite, if anything. Yet again, she wasn't discussing her overall circumstances; rather, she was referring to the sensation of loving and being loved. If her partner didn't love her, would she still feel that way? You almost wanted to ask. But you simply couldn't; you wouldn't. One of your primary failings has always been curiosity. Since you were a small child, you were taught when and how it was appropriate to inquire about the sentiments of others.

“You’ll feel it one day, I’m sure.” She broke you off of your thoughts.

You only gave her a smile as an answer, a small nod towards her in agreement. You merely desired the na'vi you loved could love you back; you never doubted that you would fall in love one day. That nothing would prevent your love from being expressed.

It was a simplistic desire, and you hoped Ewya could grant it. A sweet and calm love, the likes of which you had never previously known from another, filled with nothing but kindness. The na'vi you were going to love was going to be a strong individual you could rely on and protect your future family. They were going to always put you before everyone else. The "magical" feeling Sylwanin had just described gave you butterflies at the mere thought of it.

Little did you know, Ewya had other plans for you.

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