#Using Parental Control Tools

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Lex Luthor's cover of 'I've grown accustomed to her face':

There were certain rules that you as a villain have to follow if you want to be successful. Lex Luthor knew these rules well. The first, one which he’d kept for a very very long time, was to avoid attachment. More specifically to avoid becoming attached to anyone. You should encourage others to like you, if they liked you, if they owed you, then they would do what you wanted and what you needed. But caring for others only led to weaknesses.

Lex had no one that he cared for or trusted. No living family, no lover to warm his bed. Not that that had ever been a priority for him. The closest Lex had to a ‘friend’ was his android Mercy, an android he created. Lex supposed that the closest relationship he had was with Superman. Their antagonistic relationship where he tried to kill Superman and Superman tried to have him arrested was the most socializing outside of work Lex did per month.

A lonely life perhaps but one that Lex reveled in. He had what he wanted and what he didn’t have he could get with his power. Lex was able to follow that first rule of villainy up until one raining evening just outside Metropolis. His car was going towards his home when something crashed through the glass roof window. Something being a glowing teenager. He had white hair and bright green eyes and he was wearing what appeared to be some sort of jumpsuit.

He landed right in Lex’s lap, covered in wounds and emaciated. Three moments after he landed a bright halo of light appeared around his torso before spreading out. Suddenly, laying there on his lap was a human teenager, bleeding red blood and reaching unconsciousness.

“Sorry.” He said right before passing out.

Mercy had stopped the car, as she’d been programmed to do. Lex looked down at the meta teenager with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Mercy, continue home and contact Dr. Matthews. He has a new patient in serious condition.”

“Yes sir.”

It took a full day of rest for the unnamed meta to wake up. When he did Lex was there, introducing himself and offering comfort and safety. The boy introduced himself as ‘Adam’, a fake name obviously but Lex didn’t call him out on it. Lex made no reference to the boy’s meta-abilities. Instead, he offered a place to rest and recuperate and all of the food the boy could consume (which was a lot). Through his security cameras he saw the boy’s uncontrollable powers, new he guessed.

It took only a week for the boy to break down and use his powers in front of Lex. Once that happened the flood gates opened. Danny was his real name, and his parents had tried to kill him once they found out about his powers. Lex learnt about the source of the powers and Danny’s lack of control. His plan was going along perfectly.

Lex didn’t know much about powers, but from those he talked to with them, the key to control was practice. So, Lex built a training room for the half-ghost to practice. Then, when he destroyed that, Lex built a stronger one. (He used plans from an old ‘trap Superman’ room. Lex always appreciated being able to recycle things.) Soon, really once Danny recovered completely, a schedule arose. In the mornings, Danny and Lex would have breakfast together. Lex would quiz the boy on different things. Anything from strategy to science to history to literature. Then Lex would go to work. Danny would stay in the home and spend the morning studying. Lex wasn’t going to have a stupid tool, so the boy had an online coursework to learn what he needed to know.

Then Lex would usually receive a message from Danny around lunch time. The boy would let him know how his lessons were going and ask how his work was. Lex didn’t tell Danny to message him, he also didn’t tell him to stop. Something inside of him enjoyed the unsolicited attention. Danny was asking not because he had to but because he wanted to. He was curious, he cared about Lex.

After lunch the boy would use Lex’s computer simulations to train with his powers. He worked his muscles and his reflexes against training simulators and pushed his abilities to their limit. When Lex got home around dinner Danny would be waiting for him eagerly to talk about how his training was going. They would have dinner together. At first those dinners were solely focused on the boy’s abilities and health. But they expanded.

Danny would ask about Lex and Lex would indulge him, telling him stories from his life. Danny would reciprocate. Lex found that, beyond having very useful powers, Danny also possessed intelligence, curiosity, and eagerness in spades. Without realizing it Lex started to feel rather fond of the boy. He reminded him of Lex’s younger years before the trials that had shaped him into the man he was. Young and full of passion.

The months passed and they grew closer. Lex learnt about Danny’s two best friends that knew about his accident and with whom he had kept in contact. Danny met Mercy and even visited Lex’s office a few times to see him at work. Since the boy could turn invisible Lex had no way of knowing how often that actually was. He started to try and teach the boy strategy. How to defeat his enemies and how to control and manipulate. He didn’t teach Danny too much, he wouldn’t want to make a tool more powerful than Lex himself.

Daniel was an apt pupil up until the point that Lex suggested using his powers for personal gain. The teen’s vehement denial of using his powers that way was peculiar. Didn’t Danny see what his powers could do? What that sort of power and control could mean for him, for them both? With Lex’s tutelage and guidance, they would be unstoppable. Lex tried everything he could think of.

Every evening for dinner it became a test to see if he could shake Danny of his morals, of his will. But Danny remained resolute. Every time he argued for the right thing. He wanted to be kind. He wanted to help. Not to abuse and harm. Lex realized a little too late that he had accidentally taken in a hero and nothing about that would change. There were some heroes who could be convinced of the error of their ways but then there were those like Superman, like Danny.

Abruptly he saw his future. Danny would soon put on a suit and try and fight evil. Lex wouldn't be able to stop him from doing it. Unless Lex started to torture him and break him down piece by piece. Lex recoiled from the idea of harming Danny. The idea of anyone harming him was wrong. It was then that he realized what had happened.

Lex had been sitting in his office, planning out his next ‘kill Superman plan’ when it hit him right in the face.

“I’ve become accustomed to him.”

He’d grown used to Danny. Grown to like his presence in his life. Meals were no longer necessities for him but rather something to enjoy and savor. Conversations and laughter filled his life where there had been silence. He had loved the silence, reveled in being untouched and untouchable. But now? Now he’d adapted to Danny, and he did not wish to return to how things were previously.

“Damn. Damn. Damn."

[randomperson54321]

i’ve got some tough news: This morning, Senators Blackburn and Blumenthal reintroduced the Kids Online Safety Act (KOSA).1

After successfully killing this pro-censorship and surveillance bill last session, it’s back, and we’re jumping into action to stop it again.

Can you rush an urgent donation to Fight for the Future today to jump start our stop KOSA fight?

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It is honestly unfathomable that in the current political climate lawmakers are putting forward legislation that would give the Trump administration more tools to silence perspectives they don’t like. Over the past five months they have disappeared, deported, and defunded people and organizations who have exercised their first amendment rights.2,3,4

The fact that lawmakers are watching all this happen, and are still willing to support KOSA, is unconscionable.

If KOSA passes, Trump’s Federal Trade Commission (FTC) would be able to say that any topic they want to stop people from talking about causes “harm” to kids, and force platforms to censor it. And we don’t have to guess what they would target, since FTC Chair Andrew Fergusson said if confirmed he’d fight the “trans agenda.”5

It’s unfortunately not surprising that Senator Blumenthal, the Democratic sponsor of the bill, doesn’t seem to care about the harm his bill would cause. Sen. Blumenthal has consistently ignored the hundreds of organizations that have raised concerns about how KOSA would impact the LGBTQ+ community, access to information on reproductive rights, and everyone's free expression online.

But we do think there is a good opportunity to strip other lawmakers’ support for KOSA in the face of Trump’s attack on human rights. We have a plan to continue working with our anti-censorship coalition, the hundreds of thousands of parents, young people, and activists who have already helped stop KOSA, and to kill this dangerous bill again.

Your support made all this organizing possible over the last few years, and it’s what will keep fueling this fight now. Please make a gift today to fight against KOSA and to support real solutions that will help keep everyone safe online.

Lawmakers are trying to pass the Kids Online Safety Act (KOSA), a dangerous bill that would give the government unprecedented control over the internet and force platforms to spy on youth.

90+ rights groups agree KOSA won’t make kids more safe. Instead, it’ll put youth in danger by subjecting them to surveillance and preventing them from accessing resources they need.

Believe in a free and open internet? Join me and take action: https://stopkosa.com/?source=email&

Together, we can stop KOSA again,

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P.S. If you’ve been with us for a bit, you know this is a long-term fight. Yes, we need to stop KOSA today, but there will be more bad bills. And we know we need to keep building an organized movement against censorship and surveillance. So if you can, consider starting a monthly donation today. This will help us know we can keep fighting, month-after-month, no matter what.

Footnotes:

1. Blumenthal Press Release: https://www.blumenthal.senate.gov/newsroom/press/release/blumenthal-blackburn-thune-and-schumer-introduce-the-kids-online-safety-act

2. The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/apr/28/trump-immigration-people-detained-deported-cases

3. New York Times: https://www.nytimes.com/article/trump-university-college.html

4. CNN: https://www.cnn.com/2025/05/08/politics/universities-medical-research-funding-frozen-trump-diversity-purge

5. The Verge: https://www.theverge.com/2024/12/10/24318388/trump-ftc-chair-pick-andrew-ferguson-censorship-tech-companies

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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 8)

It's not that you didn't like Johnny. He was just as nice as all the others, more charismatic than Price and Ghost, that's for sure. He was gentle with you, and that's nice, very nice... but goddamnit, was he lively.

You had werewolf classmates before, of course you did, and to be honest? They were all the same. Too much energy, too much movement, just... too much. Your only saving grace was that none of them were friends with you, so you didn't deal with their energy directly most of the time.

But now, one of your foster parents is a werewolf.

And... you are not really too excited about that. You follow along the path with him, watching his wagging bushy tail, sharp smile and light gym clothes like he barely feel the cold weather, and... you try to get used to this.

Used to him.

"Aye, and this is our shed!" Johnny smiles, pointing at the the big shed by the side of the house. The wooden door, differently to the doors inside the house, had a high handle and a big lock, making you look at it a bit questionably as Johnny chuckles a little. "Yeah, lass, ye can't go inside the shed alone. Too many dangerous tools."

You nod slightly, not really interested in the shed in the first place. There were houses you have stayed in that wouldn't let you go inside any room besides your bedroom, the bathroom and the living room. You were used to these kind of rules.

"Ye sure you don't wanna play tag, pup?" Johnny asks as he turns to you, clearly excited as his tail wags hard and ears perk up. "It's healthy to exercise! Ah'm sure ye'll like it, aye??"

You don't really answer verbally, but just your conflited expression was enough to make him sigh a little with a smile still on his face.

"'Kay, 'kay, ah get it." He shakes his head slightly, tail calming down a little on all the wagging. "I'll try to follow Kyle's advice." Then, he cups his mouth lightly with his hand, like he's telling a secret, as he whisper-shouts to you. "Lad's the smartest of the bunch, he knows what he's talkin' about!"

You nod slightly at that, a small smile coming to your face. He has a bit of a funny personality.

Just your small, shy smile was enough for him to bite down on his lower lip as he tried to control the deep croon he wanted to let out. God... he wanted to just pick you up and carry you forever. He really thought he wouldn't have a more delicate baby then when his harpy babies were born, but oh God, was he wrong....

You just look soooooo... damn small, and cute, and fragile. You don't move much, you don't look particularly energetic and you are bundled up cutely with layers of warm clothing as you look up at his face with big eyes.

So defenseless. How did humans defend themselves in this world??

He couldn't let you get hurt, ever. You are his resposibility now. His and his pack's responsibility.

And, oh God, were you shivering? You seemed to have curled up a little, was it too cold despite their efforts??

How easily did a human get sick??

He's warm. He's very warm. He could warm you up right away. You got so warm when he curled up with you on the nest, he could do it again...

"I-is everything okay...?" Your little meek voice snapped him out of his instincts for a second, eyes widening as he clears his throat slightly.

"Aye, aye, perfectly fine, wee lass. Come 'ere."

Even tho he told you to come to him, he was the one to come to you and kneel down in front of your small form, big hands coming to your jacket to gently adjust on your body firmly, a focused expression on his face as he checks all your others piece of clothing.

"Is it too cold out 'ere, lassie?" He coos quietly, a small pout coming to his lips naturally. It looked like he was talking to a toddler, and it made you blush a little in embarrassement.

"I-It's fine..." You mumble back, unsure. Yeah, sure, it was a bit cold, but nothing you couldn't take, especially with your new clothes.

He didn't seem very convencied, and quickly, he picked you up on his arms, easily taking you to his chest. You were not that surprised anymore, even if just a little startled, but at least he felt warm...

"Ye see, wee lass... we live a bit farther than the other houses, aye?" He asks as he turns to look back at the rest of the land, a lot of grass in a big, big plot, surrounded by a forest. There was a street not that far from there taking to the rest of the city. "We like lots of space, so our plot comes from all the way from the back of our house to the street up ahead."

That makes you winden your eyes a little, and now that you were in his warm arms, turning your head on his direction made you almost bump noses with him.

"All the way to the street...?" You mumble, almost incredulous.

"Aye! Big plot, yeah? Pride and joy to raise my pups 'ere! And when ye go back to school, we'll use one of our trucks to take ye." He smiles, tilting his head to the side in the direction of a big construction in the distance, hard to see, but you deduced it was where the automobiles were.

Suddenly, his fluffly ears perked up, turning on the direction of the house without him even turning his face. A smile appeared easily on his face as he looked down at you on his arms.

"Mama is calling us back." He snickers as he jokes, making you tilt your head in confusion a bit. "Simon, aye? Actually, both mamas. Even Kyle is starting to get antsy. Best that way, eh, wee pup? Before ye get a cold."

You turn your head over his shoulder to look back at the house, and sure enough, Simon and Kyle were both waiting by the open door as Johnny started to make his way back with you still on his arms.

"Tsc, are you trying to make her get sick?" Simon snarks as soon as you two get close enough to the door, grabbing you from Johnny's arms as he takes you inside quickly.

"We dinae even spend that much time outside!" Johnny protests even tho he still had a smile on his face.

"No, I agree with Si, even I was getting a bit antsy." Kyle sighs, closing the door behind Johnny, making sure to lock it. "I thought it would be fine, but it's cold out, and... ugh, whatever. It's hard to explain." He grunts, shaking his head.

"Nah, I get it." Johnny laughs slightly, watching Simon taking your jacked and beanie off gently as he leads you to the kitchen to eat dinner. "Was getting deep into my instincts and lassie was just... standing still, looking at me with big ol' eyes."

"Next time, we are all going out together." Kyle nods, going back to the kitchen with Johnny right behind him.

Part 7 / Part 9

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When Yelena said in the vault that Val was getting rid of them cause they were burden, John immediately said "speak for yourself cause not me" or something like that. It may come off arrogant but if we look deeper, it came from a belief of being valued and not being a burden like he was to US government who discarded him without blinking an eye after everything he did for his country.

Then came Val with a friendly caring attitude and manipulation, giving him a false hope for a clean slate, told him he is valuable. You can look up the scene at FATWS, how he was nodding and shaking his head along Val like a child listening to his mom (she did the same with Bob in TB, acting all motherly to control him, to give her the parental figure he never had).

John fell for that manipulation unlike Yelena and Ava who probably guessed Val was shady (female intuition at its best) and accepted their fate as being replaceable.

But to John, it came off as another stab in the back. Cause he got used as a tool again, being discarded when he ran out of use.

That's why he was more aggressive while facing her. Because he couldn't believe the person he trusted again, betrayed him like that.

You'll see how he developed trust issues after realizing Val's betrayal. Not trusting Ava to come back or Yelena to help. But when they proved him wrong, he didn't hesitate to risk his life to keep them safe.

Shielding Ava behind his back to protect her against bullet, shielding Bucky, helping Yelena, even removing the sharp blade from his shoulder to help Bob.

He oddly reminds me of dogs. Show them ounce of affection and you'd get a loyal friend for life.

Of course he has fault and acts like a jerk. Same as a wounded dog barking and biting the hands that trying to help him.

I'm not dissolving him of his faults but I can understand why he acts like that. Notice how he stopped being rude to everyone after leaving the vault?

Cause in his mind they're already his trusted allies who won't betray him. His behavior changes to friendly instead of hostile. Like a wild cat getting tamed lol.

I don't know what type of dog he would be but if he was cat it'd be Pelas cat or a stray cat - grumpy and hissy at first but all friendly after trusting you. 🤣

PS: John is a bottom even in straight relationship. You can't convince me otherwise.

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Look. Darry hitting Ponyboy is obviously, unequivocally wrong, and we shouldn’t make excuses for it or justify it.

But outbursts of aggression or violence can be a symptom of trauma and PTSD. And we really need to stop completely leaving that out of the debates of “is Darry a good or bad guardian/person?”

Something many in the fandom forget, despite it being a central aspect of Darry’s character, despite it being a central aspect of Pony’s character arc, despite Pony reminding us explicitly and repeatedly in his narration - is that Darry’s behaviour when we see him in canon is out of character.

Ponyboy could not be more clear about this. “Me and Darry got along before mom and dad died.” “Nobody in our family ever hit me before. Nobody.” The palpable shock of all three brothers, including Darry himself, after Darry hit Pony.

One of the main reasons why Pony finds Darry’s behaviour so distressing is because it’s new. It’s different. It’s unexpected. It came seemingly out of nowhere. He’s not used to it and it’s caught him horribly off guard. It’s yet another cataclysmic change that Pony’s had to deal with as an unexpected byproduct of his parents’ deaths. He hasn’t had a lifetime to inoculate himself against Darry yelling at him or hitting him, like Johnny or Dally or Steve with their parents. If Darry was an abusive person, Pony would be used to these behaviors. He might say something like, “Darry was always like this but now mom and dad aren’t here to protect me.” But no. Darry yelling at Pony all the time is out of character. Darry hitting Pony is out of character. Again, it doesn’t excuse the behavior, but it does raise alarm bells and give us some very important clues.

You have some acting violently in a way that is recent, sudden, and out of character. That’s the profile of someone who is suffering from trauma.

All three brothers suffered their parents’ deaths, but it’s safe to assume Darry was the one who had to identify their mangled bodies. Darry was the one who had to prepare those bodies for burial. Do you think Darry doesn’t see that image when he closes his eyes? Do you think he let Soda and Pony see that? If Pony had seen his parents’ dead bodies, he would have mentioned it. The whole point of the story is that even after his parents’ death, Pony doesn’t see the full extent of death and violence and dead bodies with his own eyes. Because Darry took care of it for him.

Darry is not only acting out of character during canon, but he’s most likely also acting on impulses that he can’t fully control and hasn’t been given the tools to do so. Mental health and trauma therapy were not really a thing in the 1960s, and even if the Curtis’ lived in the modern era, they still wouldn’t have the money and resources to access that help. Maybe a modern Darry Curtis could self diagnose through Google searches, if he ever found time, but that’s about it.

Not to mention the societal and material circumstances at play. You can’t insist that the story is about class and socioeconomics - which it is - but make Darry the sole exception, and act like his wrongdoings alone exist in a vacuum.

The whole point of Darry hitting Pony is that it’s the culmination of events, a breaking point, that is a direct result of their class and their poverty. Darry would never have hit Pony if he wasn’t at the end of his rope, not just due to their parents’ death, but all the socioeconomic conditions resulting from it.

Darry hit his breaking point when Pony came home late, not because he was mad that Pony broke his tyrannical rule, but because Pony breaking curfew could have disastrous, life altering consequences. He was worried sick not knowing where Pony was, but he couldn’t do anything about that, because if he called the police, Pony and Soda would be taken away and tossed in the system. Because Darry’s custody is constantly under threat, because they’re low class and poor. And he’s already running on fumes from the financial ruin and precarious custody that he’s had to deal with every minute of every day since their parents died. If soc kids lost their parents it would still be a tragedy and a trauma, but money and custody and college and future would not be a concern. They’d just access their trust funds and be adopted by any number of other wealthy relatives or family friends.

If anything, I think it’s damn impressive that Darry improves his behaviour toward Ponyboy as much as he does, considering he has no more resources or support system by the end than he does at the beginning. His efforts to be more gentle and patient and communicative are sheer willpower. In essence, he’s trying to override his triggers while still living in survival mode, and he manages to make progress. That’s hard enough for people who know those terms and have that vocabulary, let alone someone who very much does not.

So is Darry’s treatment of Pony wrong? Of course. Is he inherently a bad person? The narrative is very clear that he is not, that his negative behavior is an anomaly. Is there a hell of a lot of context to Darry’s mistakes that should be taken into account? Yes. Is said context literally the whole point of the story? Also yes. Would you do any better in his position - his exact position, including his age and living in his time period? Sorry, no. If you are an adult in 2025 who can’t bother to understand Darry, there is no way you would have done a better job of understanding Ponyboy or caring for Ponyboy if you were Darry in 1965. If you write off Darry as just an abuser, just an inherently bad person, I guarantee that if you lived in the 1960s, you’re the one who would think Ponyboy was just an ungrateful brat who needs a good smack to whip him into shape.

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Finally Getting Help (pt 3)

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What Tim and Bruce found was completely ridiculous. It really wasn’t hard to find the Doctors Fenton’s website but it was ridiculous! It was outdated and gaudy with animations of cartoony ghosts everywhere. If it hadn’t been for how clear Danny was about his parents' names Tim would have skipped right over it. But when he got past the terrible website design and started reading it his stomach just dropped lower and lower.

The writing was clean and scientific though it couldn’t disguise the malicious delight they took in tearing the creatures they called ‘ghosts’ apart. Whatever these ghosts really were Danny had been internalizing this attitude about Himself for years! They also bragged about their weapons and their government contract. So whether that was true or not Danny hadn’t been lying or delusional, it was his parents. And regardless of what these ghosts actually were it was obvious they were supernatural so RR sent a link to the website to Zatana.

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RR: What do you think?

Tana: Lol is this a joke?

RR: I wish, I know it looks like one but no, this is deadly serious.

Tana: Hang on

Red Robin put down his phone to give Zatana the time to read over the site and looked more into Maddy and Jack Fenton while she did. He found their graduation certificates, and pictures of them in college with what must have been a much younger Vlad. So they were actually doctors of some sort, they had their doctorate, though that didn’t exactly make it any less likely they had gone fully off the rails now.

His phone dinged and he picked it up to see one short message from Zatana.

Tana: I’m coming to the cave.

Tim sighed and put his phone back down, spinning his chair to face B who was hunched over the computer typing furiously. “Zatana is on her way, I asked for her opinion of the Fenton’s research and she must think it’s big.” He said as he dug out a domino mask.

“Hm,” B sounded and went to get his cowl. “Report?”

“The Doctors Fenton are doctors, they got their doctorates though I don’t know in what yet. They’ve been friends with Vlad since university and they certainly at least think they’re studying ghosts. Their website has articles on behaviours and biology, and how to hunt and hurt ghosts. They brag about a government contract.” Tim summarized. “You?”

“The Ghost Investigation Ward does exist and they are a government agency but they only seem to be active in the town of Amity Park and they’re so inept! It wasn’t hard to hack them, they’re trying to sound mysterious and a little dangerous talking about protecting humanity from invasions from other worlds but I don’t think they’re actually that competent,” Batman said with a scowl.

“The only reason we didn’t know about this was because we weren’t looking! And it’s possible Danny is right and they were jamming calls from Amity to the JL, but I have a terrible feeling what actually happened if that the call came through and someone heard them talking about ghosts and rogue government agencies, assumed it was a prank and blocked them,” Bruce said massaging his temples.

“Ah,” Tim said, his heart dropping at how plausible that sounded. Could they have saved Danny before, if they had taken that call seriously.

“And Vlad is the mayor of his town, there are articles about Danny fighting him in public. It seems like everyone knew their relationship was antagonistic at best and No One defended him. The GIW also listed him in their special thanks for helping fund them. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been using them as a tool to threaten and control Danny.” Batman said with cold fury. Tim took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

“We weren’t able to protect him, but we will avenge him. And we’ll keep him safe Now,” Tim reminded his father. Privately thinking that as soon as he could he was going to tell Jason about this so they could Really make sure Vlad never came near Danny again. An arrest just wasn’t strong enough for a man like that. He wasn’t going to tell Bruce that though, obviously.

The sound of the Zeta tube interrupted their moment as Zatana arrived, looking slightly more ruffled then she usually did. She must have really rushed here, which was a bit worrying.

“Zatana,” Batman greeted.

“Hello Batman, before we talk I need to check your wards.” She said already walking past them.

“Hm,” Batman sounded, making RR smile a little, how Batman made that sound mean so many different things always sort of amazed him.

“I need to check the ones on your home too. And I’d like to meet the boy you have under your care,” She said briskly.

“How did you know about the boy?” Batman asked gruffly.

“Lucky guess,” she said briskly, her hands glowed as she walked around the cave, making seemingly random gestures as if touching or pulling on invisible threads. None of the bats really understood magic so they left her to it. When she was done they let her up into the manner, she knew their identities already after all and she checked all the wards on the home very thoroughly, occasionally casting spells to reinforce them. They collected Dick and Damian trailing after them curiously as they went as well.

“Alright, can I meet the boy now?” She asked, turning towards Bruce who crossed his arms and puffed out his chest a bit.

“Not till you explain to us what’s going on,” He growled and Zatana looked over the curious stubborn faces surrounding her and sighed.

“Fine,” she allowed, resigned. She rubbed her temples as she looked around for a chair and sunk down into it. “So what the Fentons seem to be referring to as Ghosts are actually denizens of the Infinite Realms, the space in between every world and afterlife. Some of the beings there were once people who died but many aren’t. They’re also known to be very powerful and quite violent though thankfully not particularly interested in the living. The fact that the Government is apparently messing with something like this is very bad news.

“Constantine and I have been keeping half an eye on the situation in Amity Park but they had their own pair of Heroes, Phantom and Red Huntress, who seemed to have the situation well under control so we weren’t all that worried about it. We weren’t tracking the more human elements of the GIW and the Fentons,” She bit her lip and thought for a moment.

“When Tim sent me that website and I was made aware of those, that changed things. What’s worse is the photo the Fentons’ have of their family. Their son… we knew Phantom looked young but ghosts often stay at a younger age than they really are, with how powerful he was we assumed he was Old. But he looks exactly like the Fenton’s son. Did they not notice he was dead or…” She looked around at their faces, apparently getting her answer from their expressions.

“There have been rumours for a long time about a very rare and powerful sort of living dead, humans soaked in the pure energy of the infinite realms resulting in a still living ancient. It’s so rare that people usually think it’s a fairy tale but with the work Phantom’s parents do it makes a sick sort of sense. And what it means is that that boy you have stashed away is basically a baby God and we all have to be very careful.”

There was a heavy silence as they all processed what she was saying. “Are you… sure?” Tim asked, uncertainly.

“I won’t be till I meet him, but I’m as sure as I can be without that at the moment,” she said firmly.

Tim sighed and pulled out his phone. “Cas is with him, I’ll text her to see if she’s up to meeting you. If he’s that powerful we don’t want to push him right?” He asked as he typed out a text to Cas.

“Yes. Like I said he’s been acting as a hero in Amity, he seems like a good kid but I have no doubt in my mind if he’s pushed too far we could have a truly apocalyptic situation on our hands,” She said which made Tim swallow thickly.

His phone dinged and he checked it. “Danny is willing to meet you but he’s really tired so go easy on him and don’t stay long,” Tim relayed her message.

“Alright that’s fine, thank you. Show me the way please,” She requested.

Bruce took over, leaving the way. “We don’t want to overwhelm him, I think only I and Zatana should go in, with Cas still there since he seems to feel safe with her,” Bruce informed his children.

“Alright, just tell us everything soon!” Dick demanded and Bruce’s lips twitched up in just the suggestion of a smile as he nodded to them.

He took off his cowl, he wasn’t in his full uniform anyway and he didn’t want to scare Danny. Besides if he had been a hero even if he clocked Bruce he would understand.

“Hello Danny, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Zatana,” She introduced herself s she followed Bruce in. She would have offered her hand to shake but Danny was half hiding behind Cas sitting on the bed.

“It’s nice to meet you too. What’s with the outfit?” He asked curiously which made her laugh.

“I’m a hero, one of the less known ones. I’m part of Justice League Dark which is their supernatural division along with Constantine and Deadman and a few others. He’s a ghost, but I assure you the government hasn’t been giving him any trouble, probably because they knew they wouldn’t get away with it.”

“So I’m just lucky then,” Danny said with a bitter curl to his lips.

“As a hero, I want to ask, are you Phantom?” She asked rather bluntly.

Bruce shivered as the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees and Danny’s eyes started to swirl with green as he glared at Zatana who managed to barely react. Batman noticed how her back tensed a bit but it was barely there. “You know?” Danny demanded. “You knew about what was going on in Amity and you didn’t help?!”

“I’m very sorry Danny,” She said genuinely. “We knew something was going on, but we didn’t look closely enough. We thought that you were an older ghost just of someone who died young because of your strength, and it looked like things were under control. Normally our involvement wouldn’t have been appreciated, intruding on someone’s haunt, so we didn’t look any closer. I am so sorry we overlooked you but we’re going to make up for it now I promise.

“I’ve checked and reinforced the wards on the house so nothing should be able to come in uninvited, and I’m going to contact the rest of the JLD. We’re going to go to Amity, we’ll figure this out and deal with it I promise.”

The temperature in the room slowly went back up, Danny was still upset, but he didn’t seem like he was about to snap anymore. While Zatana had been talking Cas had started gently rubbing Danny’s back and that seemed to be helping too. After a moment Danny looked up again and nodded, accepting the help.

“The veil must be very thin there, to let so many ghosts through?” Zatana probed gently.

“It is, but more than that two years ago my parents succeeded in building a portal to what they call the Ghost Zone. This kinda green world of floating islands.

“A portal,” Zatana said flatly, blinking rapidly. “To the Infinite Realms?”

“Ah is that what it’s really called? Ya probably? That’s how everyone’s been getting through. How I got my powers too, the ghosts call me a halfa, but I’m not the only one. Vlad’s one too.”

Batman heard Zatana mutter “Two?” softly, baffled and alarmed but she nodded. Bruce filed that information away too, it seemed Vlad was even more of a threat then he’d first appeared to be.

“Alright, I’ll get as many of the JLD together as I can and we’ll head to Amity. We’ll shut down the portal and deal with this.” She said determinedly.

From the look on Danny’s face he didn’t really believe her, but he nodded again and leaned against Cas. “Good luck I suppose,” he muttered and sighed, rubbing his face.

“Just… tell me if you get in over your heads okay, I’m used to dealing with all this stuff.” God he sounded so tired, the poor kid.

“I will, but don’t worry about us, just take care of yourself okay? This is a good place to be, I promise you won’t have to be alone anymore.” Zatana assured him. She probably had more questions, but it was very obvious that Danny was getting tired.

“Bruce is good dad,” Cas chimed in, speaking up for the first time. It embarrassed Bruce a little but he smiled at them and nodded a little.

“Thank you,” Danny said, his shoulder slumped and his back curled. “Can I go to bed now?”

“Of course Chum,” Bruce agreed, starting to shoo Zatana out of the bedroom with Cas on their heels. When they closed the door behind them Bruce heard the lock click quietly closed behind them. He really hoped that Danny would feel safe enough to sleep well.

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Natal-Synastry Astrology: Bad, Terrible & Abusive Moms Aspects & Placements “ My Mom & Me Do Not Get Along”

Not every person’s mother feels like home. For some, their mother feels like pain—a pain that lingers in the background of their lives, sometimes subconscious, sometimes painfully present, following them to the end of time.

Motherhood is a great responsibility. Some rise to the occasion, aligning with the sacred essence of it. And some fall—so far from embodying motherhood that they abandon, neglect, or berate their children enough to let them know they were never wanted in the first place.

Motherhood walks a thin line: between raising a soul and drowning one. Yet many mothers do not realize the unique and terrifying power they hold—until it has been wielded in the worst of ways.

In today’s post, we’re not talking about the nurturing, loving, beautiful mothers. We’re not talking about the ones we love to visit—just to taste their food, or to sit beside and feel the warmth of their comfort. Not the mothers who affirm us, who pour endlessly into us, who teach us how to love ourselves by the way they loved us.

Not the mothers we hope to become. We’re talking about the other kind. We’re talking about the wicked. The mothers we see on the news, in tragic stories—where love has been lost, or maybe was never there to begin with. We’re talking about the mothers who are neglectful. The ones who abandon their children to chase highs, dopamine, escape—anything outside of the very soul they brought into this world.

We’re talking about mothers who cannot nurture. Mothers who are distant. Cold. Who turn love into a transaction, a duty, a courtroom. Mothers who become judges instead of protectors. Not the ones who bake cookies and gather the family. But the ones who can’t even make their child a sandwich. Who won’t lift a hand to bathe their child.

We’re talking about mothers who make you feel uneasy. Who make you wonder if motherhood is something learned or something innate. We’re talking about the mothers who cause your heart to drop when you’re near them. The kind you pass in public, watching them with their child, and something inside you whispers: That child isn’t safe. We’re talking about the mothers who made you bleed before you ever had your first wound.

Today, we’re talking about the mothers who abandoned the sacred essence of the Mother archetype—and left us wondering: Why is humanity sometimes so cruel?

Pluto in the 4th House

This placement often points to a mother who was deeply wounded in childhood—someone who experienced profound trauma, emotional darkness, and dysfunction. As a parent, she hasn’t transformed or healed from that early pain, so she ends up projecting it onto her children. With Pluto in the fourth house, she may be the dominant figure in the household—controlling every aspect of the environment, including her child.

She may manipulate, dominate, and struggle to relate emotionally to her child. As the child grows older and begins to seek autonomy, she tightens her grip, becoming even more controlling. When control no longer works directly, she resorts to covert manipulation—setting traps so the child remains under her thumb.

She may be hypervigilant, offering no privacy or personal space. She invades boundaries, needing to know every detail about her child—even the things that are meant to be private. Psychological tactics become a weapon: gaslighting the child about past harms, sabotaging friendships, or isolating them from supportive people.

Moon Square Pluto

This mother feels deeply but lacks the tools to process or regulate her emotional intensity. She’s endured immense pain—trauma, betrayal, depression—and because of that, she struggles to connect with her child emotionally. Instead of learning how to parent from a healed place, she demands that her child carry emotional intelligence far beyond their years.

She burdens the child with responsibilities that should never belong to a child. She expects the child to be calm because she cannot be. She expects the child to nurture her because she cannot nurture. This emotional role reversal causes resentment, and that resentment activates her darker tendencies.

Moon square Pluto mothers crave control over their intimate environment, but their way of asserting control is unhealthy—possessive, vindictive, and manipulative. They may never raise a hand, but their words are weapons. Verbal abuse, threats, and emotional sabotage become tools to keep their child close and emotionally dependent.

They may hinder the child’s growth by planting psychological roadblocks—ensuring the child never surpasses them. If they’re miserable, they want the child to remain miserable too. Emotional warfare is their language. Even when they give, it’s conditional—just enough to keep the child bound, never enough to feel loved.

Outwardly, they may appear to be “good mothers.” Behind closed doors, they are emotionally tyrannical.

Venus Square Saturn

This is the emotionally barren, narcissistic mother. She doesn’t love freely or unconditionally; she sees the child as an extension of herself—useful only for admiration or boosting her ego. But no amount of validation ever satisfies her; it only inflates a fragile sense of self.

This mother is cold, distant. When the child needs emotional support, she’s “too busy.” She makes love something to be earned—not something she gives willingly. If the child wants kindness, affection, or attention, they must perform for it.

She is strict, rigid, and image-obsessed. When the child succeeds, she shows them off. When they don’t meet her expectations, she shames or erases them. She may gossip about her child, reveal private things they confided in her, and smear their reputation.

She struggles with physical affection—hugs, kisses, nurturing gestures. Instead, she criticizes relentlessly: their appearance, weight, choices, friendships, ambitions. Nothing is ever good enough. Even success is met with backhanded compliments or undermining remarks.

This is the kind of mother who cuts deep without touching you—through coldness, shame, and constant disapproval.

Mars in the 4th House

This mother is a storm—either living in the chaos of domestic violence or bringing that volatility herself. The home is never at peace. She may be constantly yelling, exploding with anger, or emotionally abusive. If she’s in toxic relationships, the children absorb the emotional debris.

She might not hit, but her words are cutting, cruel, and aggressive. Or she may be reckless—making impulsive decisions that destabilize the household, like losing electricity, moving without notice, or leaving the kids with unsafe people.

You try to talk, but she only argues. You try to connect, but she lashes out. She is emotionally unreachable—always in a battle, whether with you or the world. If she’s a workaholic, she brings the stress of her career into the home, leaving no room for softness or nurture.

Mars in the 4th can also reflect a single mother hardened by survival. But instead of channeling that into protection, she turns her resentment onto her children. She can be masculine in her demeanor, volatile in her reactions, and sometimes physically abusive.

Lilith in the 4th House

This is the mother who rejects traditional motherhood altogether. She doesn’t see nurturing as sacred, and often feels that her freedom matters more than her children’s emotional needs. Her identity is rooted in rebellion and defiance.

She might live a double life—engaged in sex work, hidden professions, or scandalous lifestyles. The home becomes a stage for secrecy and shame. Her children may not even know what she does for work.

She may engage in polyamorous or nontraditional relationships, prioritize pleasure and chaos over stability, and spend more time with lovers than with her children. Often, her kids are raised by grandparents or left to fend for themselves.

There’s also the possibility of her being in and out of jail, dealing with addiction, or enmeshed in criminal activity. She may be pimped out or involved in dark industries. Sometimes, this placement also speaks to fame or celebrity status—where the mother is always absent, and nannies fill the void.

Whatever the scenario, the child grows up with emotional abandonment and deep confusion about who their mother truly is.

Moon Conjunct Saturn

This is the emotionally unavailable, transactional mother. She believes that providing basic needs is enough—that feeding you, housing you, and taking you on occasional trips should fulfill her duty. She doesn’t understand emotional presence.

If she gives to you, she reminds you of it constantly. Love and support come with a price. You always feel indebted to her. If she helps you, she expects something in return. Every interaction feels like a business transaction, not maternal care.m

When you cry, she stiffens. She can’t hold space for your emotions. She stays, but it’s a cold presence—you’re never quite sure if you’re truly loved.

She may have been extremely strict—punishing minor mistakes with disproportionate consequences. Even in adulthood, she criticizes your choices and restricts your freedom.

She doesn’t believe in you. She doesn’t see you. And no matter what you do, it never feels like enough.

Chiron in the 4th House

This is the kind of mother who comes from a broken household. Her upbringing was shaped by trauma, dysfunction, and abandonment. She may have grown up in foster care, been left behind by her parents, or been raised by someone struggling with addiction, sex work, or the darker elements of life. Her childhood home—if she had one—was not safe. It was a place of pain, chaos, or complete absence.

Because of this, when she becomes a mother, she doesn’t know how to nurture. She doesn’t know how to offer love, provide stability, or show up emotionally. She’s deeply wounded, and without healing, she projects those wounds onto her children.

She didn’t feel loved as a child, so her children grow up feeling unloved. She didn’t feel protected, so she struggles to protect them. She never experienced emotional stability, so her home becomes unstable, mirroring the chaos she knew.

She hasn’t healed from her trauma, and so she passes it down. If she grew up abandoned, she becomes emotionally unavailable. Slowly, she begins to detach. She throws herself into work or distractions, until one day, she’s no longer present at all.

The child grows up with an ache—feeling abandoned, unloved, and unseen—not because the mother wanted to cause harm, but because she never learned how to give what she herself was never given. In the end, this is the wounded mother: one who projects her pain, fails to nurture, and unintentionally recreates the very harm that shaped her.

Mars Square Uranus

This is the emotionally volatile mother—the one whose instability throws her children into a constant state of survival. She rarely thinks before she acts. One chaotic decision leads to another, and her children are swept up in the consequences.

She places them in dangerous or abusive environments, not out of malice, but recklessness. She uproots her life without considering the impact. She lives by impulse, not reflection. Her desires come first, and her children are dragged along for the ride.

This mother thrives in drama. She might move frequently—from city to city, or even country to country—with no clear reason or plan. She might suddenly disappear, or end up in jail. There are moments when she seems calm, but they’re brief. Beneath the surface, there’s always aggression.

She has explosive episodes—throwing things, yelling, even resorting to physical violence. Her children grow up walking on eggshells, never knowing when the next eruption will come. Home is not a place of safety, but of chaos.

She might struggle financially, facing evictions, unpaid bills, and revolving doors of romantic partners. Her friends are unpredictable. Her life is built on rebellion—refusing traditional roles, but without replacing them with something nurturing.

At her core, she rejects the idea of motherhood as responsibility. Her life, her choices, her wants come first. Her children are left in the shadow of her chaos—emotionally unprotected, yearning for a stability that never arrives.

Uranus Conjunct Moon

This is one of the most emotionally detached maternal placements. This mother is disconnected from her own feelings, which makes her unable to be emotionally present for her children. Nurturing doesn’t come naturally to her—she is often the opposite of warm or comforting.

She may have narcissistic tendencies. She is self-focused, chasing her dreams, her freedom, and her desires, often at the cost of her children’s needs. Even if her children seek emotional closeness, she’s too unstable to offer it. She suppresses her emotions and neglects theirs.

She does the bare minimum—providing basic necessities while remaining emotionally distant. She fantasizes about a grand, extraordinary life and convinces others it’s coming, even if it never materializes. She wants time, space, and freedom—motherhood feels like a constraint, something she resents.

She often leaves her children in the care of others: partners, grandparents, or even strangers. She may not want to be at home, and avoids anything that resembles domestic responsibility. Her identity rebels against the maternal role.

Some with this placement never truly wanted children. Pregnancy may have happened impulsively, and motherhood was never part of the dream. As a result, some may give their children up for adoption, place them in foster care, or leave them with relatives.

These mothers are unpredictable. They can go from having a nice home to losing it all. They make promises of a better life—only for the child to end up back in poverty or alone. Their instability is constant, their emotional availability scarce.

In some cases, they struggle with addiction, or keep relapsing. Their life swings between grand illusions and harsh realities. The child is always longing—for consistency, for comfort, for love—and rarely finds it in their mother’s arms.

Capricorn Moon ( Afflicted)

These mothers may struggle to be emotionally present for their children beyond what they perceive as their duty. They often approach motherhood as an obligation rather than a heartfelt role, and over time, this sense of duty can ferment into resentment—especially when emotional demands become overwhelming or fall outside their comfort zone. While they can be supportive when their child’s path aligns with their vision of success, they may withdraw or become unsupportive when their child veers in a different direction. Capricorn Moon mothers can harbor unspoken resentment when their children assert independence or pursue nontraditional desires. This emotional rigidity may manifest as coldness, detachment, and even subtle cruelty. They may attempt to manipulate or intimidate their children to follow the path they’ve deemed acceptable, equating obedience with love and success with control.

Aquarius Moon ( Afflicted)

This is often the archetype of the emotionally unavailable or neglectful mother. She is driven by her ideals, dreams, and vision for her own life, which she places at the center of her world. Her personal independence takes priority, often leaving little room for the nuanced emotional needs of her children. She may unintentionally disregard her children’s desires, expecting them to be as self-sufficient and emotionally detached as she is. This results in children who are left to fend for themselves emotionally and sometimes physically, carrying adult-like expectations far too young. While she may believe she’s crafting a visionary future for her family, her focus on ideals often leaves her blind to the present. This mother may exist in an idealistic bubble, out of touch with her children’s emotional reality, leading to deep feelings of loneliness and isolation in the home.

Moon Square Neptune

This mother is ungrounded and emotionally turbulent. Internally stirred and overwhelmed by her own emotional chaos, she often retreats into herself, becoming an isolationist. Her children may not hear from her for extended periods—emotionally or physically. She may neglect basic caregiving duties, not out of malice, but from her inability to remain present. Depression, addiction, romantic distractions, or emotional confusion may consume her, leaving her children in a state of emotional hunger and uncertainty. She may not understand her children’s needs, let alone meet them, and she often requires others around her to step in and compensate for her shortcomings. She may forget essential responsibilities like appointments or school events, and at her worst, she may endanger her child through neglect. This is a mother who often lives in a haze, where fantasy, numbness, or escapism take precedence over stability and connection.

12th House Moon

This is the mother who is physically present but emotionally absent. She dwells in her own world—often detached from reality—where her inner landscape takes precedence over the tangible world of mothering. Her children are frequently emotionally suppressed because she cannot or will not engage with their emotional realities. She may retreat into solitude, isolate herself within the home, and avoid active participation in her children’s lives. Nurturing does not come naturally to her; she may be cold, unresponsive, or outright disinterested in providing affection or emotional security. Even when she is home, she does not create an atmosphere of safety or belonging. At her most dysfunctional, this placement can point to substance abuse, escapist tendencies, or dissociative behaviors that render her unreliable and emotionally unreachable. Her children often grow up feeling unseen, unheard, and unloved.

Scorpio Moon with Pluto Aspects

This mother can be intensely controlling and psychologically invasive. She may exert power through secrecy, manipulation, and emotional intimidation. Privacy is non-existent—she may read her children’s journals, invade their personal space, and use fear as a tool to extract information. Her control often masquerades as concern, but beneath the surface lies a deep need to dominate the emotional landscape of her children. She may coerce them into fulfilling her needs, turning family members against them, or engaging in covert tactics to bind them emotionally. This is the mother who plays mind games until her child is emotionally indebted, co-dependent, and unsure of their own autonomy. She may grant fleeting illusions of freedom only to maintain her grip. Gaslighting, emotional cruelty, and intense possessiveness are common, particularly toward daughters. The emotional atmosphere around her is heavy, secretive, and often filled with unspoken pain and power struggles.

Too Many Uranus or Chiron Aspects

This is the archetype of the wounded mother or the wild, untethered mother. She cannot be pinned down—physically, emotionally, or energetically. With strong Uranus influences, she is often impulsive, erratic, and constantly on the move. She makes decisions on a whim, often without regard for how her choices impact her children. Her presence is inconsistent; she is unpredictable, unreliable, and emotionally aloof.

Chiron aspects, on the other hand, speak to deep, unresolved wounds. This mother carries significant pain that predates motherhood—pain she has not healed, acknowledged, or integrated. She may be reactive, easily triggered, and emotionally volatile, yet unaware of the roots of her suffering. Because she avoids her own wounds, she unconsciously projects them onto her children, expecting them to carry or manage the emotional weight she refuses to hold. She perpetuates generational cycles of pain—not out of cruelty, but out of deep unawareness and avoidance. Her inability to face herself becomes the silent burden her children are forced to carry.

Aries Stellium (Afflicted Aspects)

These mothers can be incredibly impatient with their children and, when poorly aspected, deeply abusive. They tend to expect their children to mirror their independence and energy. When their children are more dependent, gentle, or emotional, these mothers may respond with cruelty or disregard. They often overschedule their children in an attempt to keep them busy or out of the house, not always for the child’s benefit but to satisfy their own restless energy. Physically aggressive behavior and demanding attitudes are common, even when the child does not understand the cause of such intensity. This is the type of mother who frequently leaves her children with others just so she can pursue her own interests. She resents being tied down, often rebels against traditional parenting structures, and prizes her autonomy above all. Prone to explosive temper tantrums, she can be selfish and self-absorbed, making most situations revolve around her.

Capricorn Stellium (Afflicted Aspects)

These mothers can be emotionally cold and distant, struggling to relate to their children on a heart level. They are often strict, authoritarian, and rigid—demanding obedience without room for discussion. “My way or the highway” is their mantra. They may prioritize the image of the family over its emotional well-being, pushing their children toward goals or responsibilities that serve external appearances rather than internal fulfillment. Affection is rarely offered, and touch or nurturing is often absent. These mothers might be overly religious, forcefully imposing their beliefs, or consumed by ambition, leaving their children in the care of nannies while they chase success. Quality time is rare, and emotional connection is often sacrificed for control or prestige.

Sagittarius Stellium (Afflicted Aspects)

These mothers can be reckless and impulsive, even in conception—perhaps having children from flings or one-night stands. They often grant too much freedom, acting more like permissive companions than responsible parents. Absorbed in their own pursuits—education, philosophy, religion, or even cults—they can be emotionally and physically absent. They may believe providing basic needs like food and shelter is enough, using survival as leverage instead of offering love or presence. Often out of touch with their children’s emotional worlds, they can be neglectful, inconsistent, and verbally abusive. Their moods swing unpredictably, creating instability. They may abandon responsibilities on a whim, choosing adventure or escapism over their children’s sense of security.

Gemini Stellium (Afflicted Aspects)

These mothers may exhibit narcissistic tendencies, craving social validation and often treating their children like extensions of their own image. They might gossip about or gaslight their children, triangulate them against siblings or others, and manipulate family dynamics to maintain control. Superficiality is common—prioritizing trends, image, and social status over authentic connection. Emotionally neglectful, they can be know-it-alls who impose their worldview, suppressing their children’s individuality. They are often verbally abusive, hot and cold in temperament, and unpredictable in mood. Their children may grow up walking on eggshells, never sure which version of their mother they’ll face.

Virgo Stellium (Afflicted Aspects)

These mothers are often relentless workers and perfectionists, obsessively focused on productivity. They may adopt martyr roles, only to resent their children later for the sacrifices they’ve made. Narcissism may show up as a concern for image: the well-dressed child in the perfect school, while emotional connection is neglected. They are critical, nitpicky, and judgmental—often controlling their child’s choices either overtly or covertly. These mothers may also be overly religious or preoccupied with purity culture, particularly policing their daughters’ appearances and bodies. Behind closed doors, they may verbally abuse their children while maintaining a pristine image in public.

Scorpio Stellium (Afflicted Aspects)

This is often the quintessential controlling mother—intensely invasive, manipulative, and emotionally enmeshed. She may become obsessively attached, even jealous of her children’s independence, relationships, or friendships. Loyalty is demanded to a fault. She can turn family members against each other, orchestrating subtle psychological games. Her manipulation is often covert—she may not always strike, but she ensures her children fear her. She might incite others to abuse in her place, maintaining clean hands while orchestrating harm. Vindictive and grudge-holding, she will remember wounds decades later and never admit wrongdoing. Any attempt at confrontation is met with denial, projection, or outright lies. Her paranoia and suspicion make genuine connection nearly impossible.

Pisces Stellium (Afflicted Aspects)

This mother archetype can be emotionally absent, addicted, or lost in fantasy. She may choose romantic partners—or substances—over her children, often abandoning them for love or escapism. Her naivety blinds her to danger, leaving children in harmful environments while believing everything is fine. When confronted, she gaslights severely, refusing to acknowledge truth or harm. While Pisces is emotional, its shadow side is detachment and avoidance. These mothers may be physically unstable, chronically homeless, or financially unreliable. They often remain childlike themselves, growing up alongside their children rather than parenting them. Enmeshment is common—they may live through their children, project their dreams onto them, or dissolve boundaries, denying their child autonomy. Despite her softness, her lack of groundedness causes deep emotional neglect.

Pluto Dominants (Afflicted Aspects)

Pluto is the planet of transformation. But when it’s poorly aspected, it often manifests as someone deeply resistant to change. This is the classic mother who refuses to see her behavior as harmful, even when it clearly is. She clings to destructive habits, avoids healing, and projects her unresolved trauma onto her children. She believes that because she had a difficult life, her children must endure the same. Rather than protecting them, she lets them struggle, convinced it will build strength.

She can be emotionally insensitive and instill fear rather than love. This is often the mother who ends up raising her children alone—sometimes by choice. Pluto-dominant women may drive others away in order to maintain complete control, leaving their children entirely dependent on them. She may isolate the family, pushing away relatives and friends, effectively making herself the child’s entire world—thus, manipulating the child into emotional servitude.

This type of mother can be deeply toxic. Some may even turn to occult or spiritual practices—such as voodoo or spellwork—in covert ways. Her life might include dark secrets: sex work, drug dealing, or taboo behaviors, often exposing her child to these harmful environments.

Neptune Dominants (Afflicted Aspects

Afflicted Neptune often signals a neglectful, emotionally unavailable, or escapist mother. These are the mothers who may disappear emotionally or physically—through abandonment, substance abuse, or mental illness such as depression, anxiety, or schizophrenia.

This mother is often fragile, overly sensitive, and easily absorbed by those around her. In toxic relationships, she loses her sense of self entirely. She expects her children to comply, to remain loyal and passive, and she struggles to relate to children who push back or have stronger identities.

She fails at day-to-day parenting: missing appointments, neglecting education, forgetting essentials. The worst part? She may not even recognize the harm she’s doing, especially if she’s meeting basic needs or outsourcing care to others (e.g., grandparents). Her children grow up feeling spiritually, emotionally, and physically neglected.

She is also easily manipulated by partners or outside influences and may remain in controlling or abusive situations. Exhausted and misunderstood, she burns out and offers little stability or grounding to her children.

Saturn Dominants (Afflicted Aspects)

These mothers are cold, rigid, and authoritarian. Emotionally detached, they often view parenting as a role of control rather than connection. She will never be her child’s friend. Instead, she micromanages everything—school, career, lifestyle—according to her vision of success.

The child’s schedule is packed, structured, and performance-driven. Image is paramount. Emotional needs are dismissed. Depression is ignored, as she likely powered through her own emotional pain and expects her children to do the same.

These mothers are often narcissistic, prioritizing discipline and external validation over warmth. If she partners with another Saturn-dominant figure—especially a Capricorn-stellium man—the home becomes militarized. The child may be raised as if they are a machine: efficient, emotionless, and expected to produce results, not feel.

Mars Dominants (Afflicted Aspects)

This mother is volatile, with an explosive temper. She lashes out at her children, sometimes verbally abusive, treating them more like adversaries than dependents. Overprotective and aggressive, she restricts freedom under the guise of safety but often ends up projecting her own rage.

She may normalize abusive relationships, raising children in toxic environments without recognizing the damage. She’s often combative, isolating herself and her children from extended family, insisting that her way is the only way. She can be selfish, prioritizing her own needs, and expects premature independence from her children.

Emotional intelligence is underdeveloped. Apologies are rare. She craves power and may be overly ambitious or constantly working, neglecting emotional care and giving only the bare minimum materially.

Lilith Dominants (Afflicted Aspects)

These are rebellious mothers—raw, unapologetic, and uninterested in conforming to maternal ideals. They often reject the identity of “mother” altogether. Fueled by rage and unresolved pain, they can spiral into chaotic behavior, frequently crossing moral or social boundaries.

They may earn money through unconventional or illicit means—sex work, OnlyFans, sugar daddies—and often prioritize their personal desires over nurturing. Their children witness behaviors that are scandalous, provocative, or simply inappropriate. Affairs, manipulation, and reckless choices are normalized.

To the outside world, these women can appear fierce, empowered, even iconic. But to their children, they may feel cold, unavailable, or frighteningly unpredictable. The child grows up sensing their mother was very different from others—and not always in a good way. Shadow and pain dominate their parenting, leaving little room for tenderness or safety.

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KOSA uses two methods to “protect” kids, and both of them are awful.

First, KOSA would allow the government to pressure social media platforms to erase content that could be deemed “inappropriate” for minors. The problem is: there is no consensus on what is inappropriate for minors. All across the country we are seeing how lawmakers are attacking young people’s access to gender affirming healthcare, sex education, birth control, and abortion. Online communities and resources that queer and trans youth depend on as lifelines should not be subject to the whims of the most rightwing extremist powers and we shouldn’t give them another tool to harm marginalized communities.

Second, KOSA would ramp up the online surveillance of all internet users by expanding the use of age verification and parental monitoring tools. Not only are these tools needlessly invasive, they’re a massive safety risk for young people who could be trying to escape domestic violence and abuse.

As LGBTQ and reproductive rights groups have said for months, the fundamental problem with KOSA is that its “duty of care” covers content specific aspects of content recommendation systems, and the new changes fail to address that. In fact, personalized recommendation systems are explicitly listed under the definition of a design feature covered by the duty of care in the new version. This means that a future Federal Trade Commission (FTC) could still use KOSA to pressure platforms into automated filtering of important, but controversial topics like LGBTQ issues and abortion, by claiming that algorithmically recommending such content “causes” mental health outcomes that are covered by the duty of care like anxiety and depression. Bans on inclusive books, abortion, and gender affirming healthcare have been passed on exactly that kind of rhetoric in many states recently. And we know that already existing content filtering systems impact content from marginalized creators exponentially more, resulting in discrimination and censorship.

Dozens of LGBTQ+ and civil rights groups agree that KOSA is dangerous and updates to the bill haven’t addressed the core concerns advocates have about its impact on already often censored content and resources.

If you believe in a free and open internet, send a message to your lawmakers right now and tell them to reject KOSA!

[hismercytomyjustice]

Ngl I really enjoyed Via’s arc in Sinsmas. She is just SO MUCH like her father that it both delights and hurts me lol.

Their relationship is an interesting take on struggling to try to break the cycle of abuse/neglect.

Stolas grew up with his father not even knowing his name or showing him a shred of affection. He was a means to an end, a tool. The only way he’s ever received any kind of acknowledgement from his father is by doing his duty. Mastering his powers, entering into an arranged marriage, and producing an heir.

You can just so clearly see how he is trying SO HARD to give Via a different life. He wants them to be a family. For her to never doubt her parents love her. To be the father he never had.

To the point he shoves his own wants and needs so far down that he is barely holding on.

Via going from accusing him of not loving her to realizing that he loves her so much that he forced himself to play the role of a good father and husband. To the point he destroyed himself for her…

And that realization just devastates her.

Stolas getting involved with Blitz was the culmination of decades of forcing himself to be the person everyone else expected him to be. He feels he can’t be loved, but he can be useful. And maybe if he’s useful enough, people will care about him.

The reason his connection with Blitz is so strong is because both of them feel that way. The difference is that Blitz was able to create his own found family (tho it took him ages to realize it lol) while Stolas has always been alone. They’re two sides of the same coin. And while Blitz has spent the past few years healing, Stolas has been descending further into darkness because he doesn’t have that same support.

Via has absorbed so many of his insecurities. Especially the fear of not being loved or wanted despite Stolas trying SO HARD to be the perfect father to her. But he’s not. He can never be because he forgot the old adage of “put your oxygen mask on first before helping anyone else.”

I think that definitely can come across as him being neglectful of her. But to me it speaks to his desperation to be such a good father to her that he tries to hold himself to IMPOSSIBLE standards.

He doesn’t fail Via because he doesn’t care. He fails her because he keeps setting up these unrealistic expectations for their relationship. He massively overextends himself and puts his own wants and desires on the back burner so often that his life is imploding around him out of his control.

He doesn’t miss the stars with her because he doesn’t care. He misses them because he’s struggling to put his life back together after finally taking some initiative for himself. He’s trying to deal with the fallout of wanting a divorce from Stella, but he’s waited so long and he’s so overwhelmed by it all that the date slips his mind. And the instant he realizes what’s happened, he drops everything and goes looking for her.

Via keeps watching him make these promises he struggles with or fails to keep and doesn’t realize until she finds all of the happy pills how much he’s overextended himself for her sake. And because she’s her father’s daughter, she immediately thinks she’s at fault. She thinks he would be happier if he hadn’t forced himself to play house all these years for her sake.

She’s not wrong. If he’d separated from Stella years before, they’d probably all be better off. But he didn’t because of his sense of duty. Stolas’s problem is that he never advocates for himself until he reaches his literal breaking point. By then, the damage is more of a tsunami than a ripple because now his meticulously crafted house of cards is falling down around him faster than he can pick up the pieces.

Via is right that he would have been happier, but not for the reasons she thinks. He did it because he loved her, not out of obligation for her. And also because he is deeply broken and flawed.

Via’s dealing with a lot of complicated emotions too. Her father was willing to sacrifice himself for his affair partner, which she initially believes means he’s picking Blitz over her. But really it’s just Stolas trying to save the only other person in his life who understands him and who maybe cares about him.

How could he live with himself if he let Blitz die?

And it’s not like Stolas has time to sit down and think of a rational plan. He rushes to the trial because Blitz is literally about to be decapitated. And then he saves him the only way he knows how. I think part of him was also convinced that, as much as he loves Via, she might actually be better off without him because he is a wreck. He’s convinced he’s ruined his life and the lives of everyone around him.

I think this is why he doesn’t fight Stella much for custody of Via. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he genuinely thinks Stella is a more stable parent than he is and that Via will be better off with her as a result. The man also lacks a backbone too tho because his self worth is -9000.

But then Stolas doesn’t get executed. And the consequences of his actions hit him like a ton of bricks once the adrenaline and panic wears off. He saved Blitz, but at what cost? And, based on his statement in Sinsmas, it sounds like he would’ve done it all over again if given the chance. Because he’s the one who let Blitz use his grimoire even though he knew it was wrong. Because Blitz was in danger of dying because of him. And because he has a very strong sense of morality and justice too.

Dying in Blitzo’s place was a spur of the moment decision and once the dust cleared, Stolas realized how everything he’s tried to do to keep his shit together has fallen apart at the seams and now everyone knows it.

All Via can see when she looks at him now is that he’s hit rock bottom because of her. Again, not true. But Stolas has tried so hard to give her this idyllic family life, thinking that was the best thing he could do for her. Not realizing that she could see the cracks forming. She just didn’t understand why there were cracks until now.

I don’t think Via actually hates him. I think she hates herself. Convinced she’s the reason he’s hit rock bottom. Why couldn’t she see how much he was suffering? Why would he suffer so much for her? So she’s taking herself out of the equation, just like he tried to with Blitz. If she’s not in his life anymore, maybe he’ll stop killing himself to try to make her happy. Maybe he’ll stop being so miserable.

I think a big part of their arc together has been her going from thinking of Stolas as this perfect and larger than life figure to seeing him start to crumble and now getting a peek behind the curtain and realizing how much of that wasn’t real. And it scares and upsets her that her dad isn’t the perfect person he’s tried to be for her. He’s broken and hurting and she doesn’t know what to do to help because he’s spent her whole life focusing on her.

Not to say that he’s done that well. He genuinely hasn’t. He’s overcorrected so hard that he’s fucked her up in a completely different way because he’s overextended himself. He pushed himself until the illusion of a perfect happy family cracked along with him. He’s also made it difficult for her to know how to help him because he’s sheltered her so much.

I think this sometimes makes Stolas come across as selfish. He seemingly “ruined” his marriage and his relationship with his daughter for Blitz. But really it was just the pendulum swinging wildly in the opposite direction. He was so starved for happiness and connection that now he’s trying to live two separate lives and it’s just not possible and he’s falling apart even faster.

Stolas was so desperate for affection and to be of use that he lets Blitz have his grimoire, under the impression Blitz is attracted to him because Blitz literally tried to seduce him to get it. He also does all of the dirty talk because he thinks Blitz likes it.

I think he initially sets the terms for the grimoire usage because he thinks it’s a price Blitz is more than willing to pay because he showed up trying to seduce him. I think he l also just really wants an excuse to see/spend time with Blitz too. It doesn’t even cross his mind that Blitz might want anything other than sex from him. He’s once again playing a role based on what he thinks is expected of him.

It’s not until Stolas discovers he’s starting to develop feelings for Blitz that he realizes their arrangement is wrong. And the moment he realizes it, he immediately tries to make amends. He hopes Blitz will admit he has feelings for him too, but is willing to step away if not. But he also cares about him so much, he makes sure to give him the Asmodean Crystal so he can freely make the choice.

Meanwhile he has no idea Blitz will just view this as another person trying to abandon him or look down on him. Because Blitz struggles with self worth too and believes the only way people will care about him is if he can be useful. Blitz has a deep seated fear of abandonment while Stolas fears no one could ever love him just for himself. He offers Blitz the crystal to let him know his feelings are genuine and to gauge Blitz’s too.

All of this is to say that I think Via and Stolas will reconcile, hopefully sooner rather than later. I think Via needs some time to process who her father actually is vs who she thought he was. And both of them need to be able to forgive themselves/grant themselves some grace so they can finally meet each other in the middle like Stolas has finally managed with Blitz. Stolas needs to accept Via is grown up now and he can’t shield her from the negatives of the world forever. Meanwhile Via needs to understand everything doesn’t have to be so black and white.

[enden-k]

𝔸𝕄𝕐𝔾𝔻𝔸𝕃𝔸 ℕ𝔸𝕍𝕀 [1/2]

(trying to update whenever theres smth new)

the story is about vika, a human who is basically not existing to anyone due to his sickness, and saran, a vengeful spirit shackled to the world due to the circumstances of his death, and their deep love for each other. saran devours eyes and other fears so general warning for many eyes/eye contact and upcoming eye horror (everything will be tagged as such and warnings will always be given) vika contemplated suicide and practiced self-harm in the past, tws are always given if its brought up or appears in flashbacks

the navi got too long so its split up! ETC (asks, etc) and AUs are linked in the second half here, section about sarans past, parents and the cult is in the rbs!

MAIN: (top right → bottom left)

1 / 2 /

SIDE: ("bonus", or extras that happen(ed) at different times than main)

• a ghost's touch (tw for vikas suicide ideation) • flashback - office nap [azai] • neither with you nor without you [azai]

• no wishes. no desires. no emotions [yu xuan] • first meeting [napha/yu xuan past] • nightmare [napha/yu xuan past]

ART:

• elite 9 character files • elite 9 fear contracts • saranvika random facts n stuff (vika self-harm mention) • first doodles/sketches • memes • saranvika doodles: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 (tw eyes/eye contact) / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 • requests: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 • saran and azai (present) • elite 9 and their ghosts • soggy vika • kitty saran (not related to main story) 1 / 2 / 3 / kitty saran and kitty yoma / 4 • azai (present) • azai (AU)

LORE: (explanations abt the story/world etc)

• "fears", amygdala and fear seekers • fear contracts • tiny bit about azai and his feelings for saran • explanation to "a ghost's touch"; vikas suicide ideation (tw), meeting saran, the difference of their contract compared to usual fear contracts, and the exchanges/sacrifices made to control the unseen • some numbers n ages + birthday updates • tiny bit about suyo • fear contracts vs saranvika contract • saran and vikas love and relationship • a little bit more about azai • a little bit more more about azai and his feelings for saran • a little bit about how sarans many-eyes work • some stuff about saran and his tentacles (arms): 1 / 2 • map of the 10 regions + birthplaces/important locations as of now • vikas life expectancy • a little bit more about sarans many-eyes and tattoos: 1 / 2 • a bit about the side effects of fear contract/tool use • another summary/explanation about fears, fear contracts etc

• azai lore • azai ramble

• playlist (always updating) • FANART!!! 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11

[arceus-insanity]

Endeavor Deserves No Sympathy!

I don't understand how anyone can think Endeavor was ever a good dad. It also always comes off as incredibly victim blamie, especially towards Touya, and often Shoto too.

He literally only got married and had kids to use them. He never gave a shit about their well being, never even thought about it until he had the one thing he cared about and was still miserable. I've already gone over the math proving he gave up on achieving his dream himself at 21 at the absolute latest. (https://www.tumblr.com/arceus-insanity/763259515356512256/i-liked-endeavors-character-when-he-was?source=share)

And basic math will once again be used to prove just how little this waste of flesh actually tries.

This time the focus is on how quickly he abandoned Touya and immediately went to emotional abuse via neglect & literally replacing him, and once again risking that more children be born with self-destructive quirks.

For context we only see Endeavor doing anything with his kids that's not him literally walking through and ignoring them in two circumstances. Once when Fuyumi's a newborn and Touya is attempting to crawl (not walk) over to her. And training. Those are the only times he tries to spend with any of them, even after he starts his 'atonement'

Now comparing Touya in the scene of them training and himself as a toddler and all the child imagery this series loves to use instead of actually saving imperfect victims, Touya is at least 3 (probably closer to 4) when he's taken to the doctor and they are informed of his condition

Natsuo is 4 and a half years younger than him.

We know for a fact Natsuo (& Shoto) was conceived after they got the news, not willingly either. Pregnancy takes 40 weeks average, so Touya would still be 3 when Natsuo was conceived. So once again it took this 'man' less than a year to give up and have another child he hoped to use as a tool, and was explicitly making to hurt his existing son. And as I have said plenty of times before, risking that the new kids could be born with the same disorder, I hate how convenient it is that Shoto gets near zero negative quirk side effects.

Want to know what we never see, Endeavor doing something else with Touya and Touya demanding training, it's always him walking past/ away from Touya. Considering all of the shit they've pulled to soften Endeavor's abuse both in the manga and even more so in the anime, they wouldn't skip something like this. It's not hard to tell that Touya's 'obsession with training' is really about spending time with his dad, you know like a human child that literally needs love, proven by numerous studies and research in the real world.

He throws all parenting responsibilities onto Rei, adds more children to that load, and when Touya suffers for it (like everyone else) he does nothing, doesn't even hire a nanny

Another are you kidding me take I've seen is that somehow Touya's quirk issues are worse than Midoriya's and Yuga's. Touya managed to train his quirk to produce blue fire at 13 with zero equipment and less than no help, and only lost control of it, because of the mental abuse Endeavor had inflicted on him leading him to a mental breakdown. And/ or the theory I've only seen once of AFO using his ability to force quirk activation (seen with a passed out chapter 90 during his first confrontation with All Might)

Midoriya was breaking his bones all the way into the Shie Hassaikai arc and was only able to fight because Eri and was breaking support equipment in the following arc as well. Yuga had a support belt all the way back in the entrance exam and was still struggling with that.

Speaking of Yuga let's compare parental effort here, because as much as it backfired Yuga's parents tried a whole lot more. For starters they nearly bankrupted themselves to get him a quirk, so he could feel equal. All For One is a mythic man prior to his arrest, and those who knew of him were shown to be serious long-term villain groups, so they had gone to quite a bit of effort to find that he existed to begin with. They also got him support gear (the navel belt thing) as a kid to help him with said quirk, he literally had it in the entrance exam. Endeavor never looked into that, Endeavor is not only rich too but he's a top hero he would have direct access to support equipment companies that would jump at the opportunity and it never even occurred to him.

Endeavor's name is an irony as endeavour means to try hard to do or achieve something. He never tries hard he gives up incredibly quickly the second there's any road block, but instead of moving on he makes everyone suffer for it. He's a toxic pageant mom who'd rather force their child into a toxic world and a role they don't want than work on himself

And what finally makes him change? Getting exactly what he wanted and still being miserable, and he still expects through his actions his family to cater to him.

Not his son getting a major disability due to his actions, no, he decided to double down, mentally abusing and neglecting the son he supposedly loves, raping his wife who didn't want more kids or participate in this abuse, and again risking that Natsuo & later Shoto might have that same issue. Not when his wife breaks down and permanently scars his precious masterpiece, who proceeds to rightfully blame him, and he just thinks of it as a tantrum despite it lasting a fucking decade. Not when his eldest literally dies as the result of his selfishness. Not literally during any part of this entire process!

Dabi is 23 when Endeavor finally starts to 'try' to be better, that means that for at least 24 years he has only been caring about his fucking precious number one spot in a popularity contest that he couldn't even bother to try to be likeable for, this wasn't one bad decision, this was him constantly choosing to be so insanely selfish that he found ways that shouldn't even be possible for over two decades. And it was all him.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hii!! Can I please request a Stucky x fem!reader fic? So you know how in Civil War, right before Bucky and Steve fight with Tony, the three of them find the other super soldiers that Zemo killed? Imagine that Zemo had missed one, one that was more recently abducted by Hydra to be experimented on with the super serum (so she wasn’t in cryo when Hydra abandoned the facility, she was in her cell). Instead of super strength though, she can control the elements. While she had figured out how to get out of her cell, she was too scared to actually leave the facility. The three of them hear soft cries from behind one of one of the cryo containers (she hid there after Zemo left) and find a very terrified woman who hiding her face in her knees and shaking. Steve would be so gentle and soft when talking to her and get down to her level and Bucky would understand completely what she is going through. Tony would probably be a little more on the defense. Anyways, she won’t speak at first, but Steve gets her calm enough to answer questions and she explains what Zemo did and how she hid, also she probably overheard him talking about his plan to break up the avengers and his plan to show Tony the tape of the winter soldier killing his parents because he knows it’ll start a fight. And maybe this is enough to stop their fight from happening because they know it’d just feed into Zemo’s plan?

Anyways, they bring the shaking girl back to Avengers HQ with them and they take care of her? She won’t speak to anyone else but Bucky and Steve, and she feels most comfortable cuddled between them🥹 (Avengers get back together)

Only Comfortable With Them » Stucky

Pairings: Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader with the Avengers

Summary: You explains to Steve and Bucky what Zemo’s intentions are and you only feel comfortable with them after they save you from the HYDRA facility.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not Bucky and Steve), language, HYDRA, crying, nightmares, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the beautifully descriptive request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You heard unfamiliar footsteps walking in the now abandoned HYDRA facility. It didn’t sound like the boot HYDRA agents wore. You got off the bed in the cell you’re in and cautiously approached the door. You stood on your tippy toes to look out of the small window on the door. You seen a man. You couldn’t make out who he is. He was facing the other way. You could tell he was in the cryogenic chamber room. Your cell isn’t too far from there. He pulled a gun out of his coat pocket and pointed it at the cryogenic chambers the five Super Soldiers are in. He pointed it at the cryogenic chambers and shot each Super Soldier in them. He was talking to himself as he was setting up some kind of monitor and put a tape in it before leaving.

You had a feeling the man was going to come back and find you in a cell. You knew that you needed to get out of the cell, but you didn’t have a key or tools to unlock the door. You almost forgot that you have powers where you can control elements. You haven’t used them in a while. You figured if it focus on the door hard enough, it’ll open or somehow come off the hinges. You took a deep breath before focusing on the door. After a short moment you were going to give up, but then you heard the door rattling. You focused harder and soon enough, the door fell off the hinges.

You then cautiously walked out of the cell, walking toward the cryogenic chamber room. You seen bullet holes in the foreheads of the five Super Soldiers in the cryos. You were going to leave the facility, but then you heard three more unfamiliar footsteps, two pairs of boots and metal feet against the concrete. You quickly hid behind one of the cryos. You pulled your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them tightly. You were scared that whoever is now in the facility is there to abduct you or hurt you. You were so scared that you started crying. Steve, Bucky, and Tony seen the Super Soldiers in the cryos had bullet holes in their foreheads. That’s when they heard the sound of your crying.

“Do you guys hear that?” Steve asks.

“Yes.” Bucky and Tony say in unison.

They followed the sound of your crying and whimpering, finding you behind one of the cryos.

“Ma’am?” You heard an unfamiliar voice.

You looked up to see three unfamiliar men. You scooted away from them.

“Pl-Please don’t hurt me!” You pleaded.

“We’re not going to hurt you.” He assures.

Steve hands Bucky his shield so he looks less intimidating.

“May I approach you?” He asks.

You stared at him for a few seconds before nodding your head yes. Steve carefully and cautiously approached you and crouched down in front of you.

“I’m Steve and these two guys are my friends Bucky and Tony.” Steve introduces them. “What’s your name?” He asks softly.

“Y/N.” You say quietly in a shaky voice.

“Can you tell us why you’re here?” He says.

“HYDRA kidnapped me and experimented on me. They hurt me. I didn’t like it.” You tell them.

Bucky carefully and cautiously approached you and crouched down in front of you.

“They hurt me too.” Bucky says.

“With needles?” You asked.

He nodded. You stared at the two men in front of you. Something about them is telling you that you can trust them and you felt comfortable with them.

“Sweet talking isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Tony says.

Bucky and Steve waved him off.

“Can you tell us about Zemo?” Steve asks.

“Zemo?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“The man who was here before us.” Bucky says.

“He had a gun and shot the Super Soldiers in the cryos. Then he started talking to himself about how the Avengers did something in Sokovia and wanted to break them up. He also put a tape in that monitor.” You explained the best you could.

“What’s on the tape?” Steve asks.

“I think he said it was a mission the Winter Soldier did.” You say.

Steve and Bucky exchanged looks, knowing exactly what mission it is.

“You’re safe now.” Steve says softly.

Steve and Bucky stood up. Both of them held their hands out for you. You stared at their hands for a few seconds before putting your hands in theirs. They helped you up from the floor.

“Wait a second. She’s coming with us?” Tony says.

“Yes.” Bucky says.

“How do we know she’s not part of that Zemo guy’s plan?” He says.

“She’s not, Tony. Look at her. She’s terrified.” Steve says.

Tony narrowed his eyes at you. You felt yourself becoming smaller under his gaze. Steve and Bucky wrapped their arms around you, guiding you to the quinjet. Steve flew the quinjet while Bucky stayed with you. Tony continued to keep his eyes on you, making sure you didn’t try anything, even though you weren’t going to do anything.

“What’s this?” Bucky asks, pointing at an IV needle still in your hand.

“It’s what HYDRA used to experimented on me.” You tell him.

Bucky found a first aid kit and opened it.

“May I?” He asks.

You nodded and extended your hand towards him. Bucky slowly and carefully took the IV out of your hand and put a bandaid on your hand. He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it over the bandaid. You couldn’t help but blush when he did that.

“How long did HYDRA keep you there?” Bucky asks.

“About a year.” You tell him.

You glanced over at Tony. He was still looking at you. He was still on the defense about you. You looked away and leaned your head against Bucky’s shoulder, hiding your face against his shoulder.

“You’re making her uncomfortable, Stark.” Bucky says.

Tony rolls his eyes at Bucky and turned his gaze away from you. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, making you feel more comfortable.

“Where are we going?” You asked, looking from Bucky to Steve.

“Avengers compound.” Steve says.

“Is it safe?” You asked.

“More than safe.” He says softly.

You smiled at his words. You laid your head back on Bucky’s shoulder. You played with Bucky’s metal fingers as you started to doze off.

When you guys got to the Avengers compound, Bucky and Steve put your sleeping body in their bed and gave you time to rest. You clutched the blankets in your hands as you tossed and turned in bed, due to a nightmare you’re currently having. Your breathing was uneven. Bucky and Steve walked in the bedroom to check on you.

“Doll, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.” Bucky says softly as him and Steve gently shook you awake.

You gasped and scrambled to sit up, breathing heavily and your face wet with tears. Your mind was all over the place.

“Where-Where am I?” You asked frantically.

“Avengers compound. You’re safe, sweetheart” Steve says.

Steve handed you a glass of water. You stared at it before taking it from his hand and took a sip of it.

“Do you want to tell us about it?” Steve asks.

“Needles.” You mumbled. “So many needles. I didn’t like it.” You mumbled again.

“I get it.” Bucky put a comforting hand on your knee. “I didn’t like the needles either.” He says softly in an understanding voice.

“Scary and so much pain.” You mumbled.

Bucky nods, understanding what you endured with HYDRA.

“You’re safe now. You’re with us.” Steve says softly, putting a comforting hand on your other knee.

“Does that mean I can stay here with you guys?” You asked, looking from Steve to Bucky.

“Of course you can, doll!” Bucky smiles, patting your knee gently.

You smiled and stood up on your knees so you could hug them. Out of excitement, you gave them a soft peck on their lips without realizing it.

“Sorry.” You muttered, sitting back on your heels. “I didn’t mean to do that.” You say, fiddling with your fingers.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I don’t mind.” Steve says.

“I don’t mind either.” Bucky says.

Over the next few weeks, you quickly adjusted to living in the Avengers compound with Steve’s and Bucky’s help. You only feel comfortable around them. The Avengers know that too, which they completely understand. They’re sure that you’ll warm up to them. You’re ok with the rest of the Avengers, but you’re not at the point where you’re ready to start talking to them, which they completely understand. You wave at them and smile when they say hi or good morning to you. When they talk to you, you listen and nod. They don’t expect you to say anything back, which they’re ok with.

You were wandering around the hallways of the compound bored and looking for Bucky and Steve. You assumed they were in the gym so that’s where you went. They were sparring so you sat down on the floor and leaned your back against the wall, patiently waiting for them to finish up.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky smiles as him and Steve walk over to you. “You ok?” He asks.

“Yes. I was bored and I want cuddles.” You say, looking up at the two Super Soldiers.

“We can do that right now.” Steve says with a smile.

You smiled and stood up. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed their lips, not caring that they’re sweaty. You went back up to the bedroom you share with Steve and Bucky, patiently waiting for them. You turned the TV on and flipped through the channels while you waited for them to clean up.

“Ready for cuddles?” Steve asks as he got on the bed.

You nodded your head eagerly and put the remote on the nightstand. Steve laid down next to you and you laid down next to him, laying your head on his chest. Bucky laid down behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist.

“What are we watching?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t find anything so I just put this movie on.” You say.

You guys weren’t really interested in the movie. You guys were more interested in cuddling.

“Hold me tighter please.” You say softly.

Steve and Bucky did just that. You smiled and sighed in satisfaction.

“Thank you.” You say quietly.

“For what, darling?” Steve asks.

“For saving me.” You say, looking from Steve to Bucky.

“You don’t have to thank us, doll. We’re just happy you’re safe now.” Bucky says.

“I love you guys.” You say, kissing them.

“We love you too, doll.” They say softly in unison, kissing you back.

🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[unboundprompts]

Hello!!! I hope you don't mind doing this one,

Can you help me write a traumatized person who's having trouble talking because of past trauma? (They can still interact with people, but only with signs and movements, not voice) and also a little anxious

Tell me if you need more details =)

How to Write a Mute / Non-Speaking Character

-> healthline.com

-> verywellhealth.com

-> descriptionary.wordpress.com

Types of Mutism:

selective mutism: having the ability to speak but feeling unable to.

organic mutism: mutism caused by brain injury, such as with drug use or after a stroke.

cerebellar mutism: mutism caused by the removal of a brain tumor from a part of the skull surrounding the cerebellum, which controls coordination and balance.

aphasia: when people find it difficult to speak because of stroke, brain tumor, or head injury.

What Causes Selective Mutism in Adults?

having another anxiety condition, like separation anxiety or social anxiety

experiencing physical, emotional, or sexual abuse

having a family history of selective mutism or social anxiety

having fewer opportunities for social contact

having an extremely shy personality

having a speech or language disorder, learning disability, or sensory processing disorder

parent-child enmeshment, or lack of clear boundaries in the relationship

traumatic experiences

Traumatic Mutism vs Trauma-Induced Selective Mutism

if you have traumatic mutism, you may be unable to talk in all situations following a trauma.

with trauma-induced selective mutism, you may find it impossible to talk only in certain situations-- for example, in front of the person who hurt you or in a setting that resembles the circumstances of your trauma.

Different Ways Individuals with Mutism May Choose to Communicate:

Nonverbal Communication: they may rely on facial expressions, gestures, eye contact, and body language to convey their thoughts, emotions, and intentions.

Writing or Typing: they may use a pen and paper, digital devices, or communication apps to write messages, notes, or responses.

Sign Language: they can convey meaning, emotions, and engage in complex conversations through hand signs, facial expressions, and body movements.

Augmentative and Alternative Communication (AAC) Devices: these devices provide individuals with a range of tools and technologies to support their communication needs. They can include speech-generating devices, picture boards, apps, or software that allows users to select words, phrases, or symbols to generate spoken or written output.

Communication Boards and Visual Aids: Communication boards or charts with pictures, symbols, or words can assist individuals in conveying their messages.

Assistive Technology: various assistive technologies, such as speech-to-text apps, text-to-speech programs, or eye-tracking devices that aid individuals with communication.

Tips on Writing a Mute / Non-Speaking Character:

Explore the vast array of nonverbal cues such as facial expressions, body language, gestures, and eye contact. Use descriptions to convey their intentions and reactions.

Utilize internal dialogue. Offer readers a window into their internal thought process, and turn their internal dialogue into a narrative that reveals their inner struggles, triumphs, and complexities so that reader can connect with the character.

Establish a communication system that is unique to your character (Sign language, written notes, telepathy in a fantasy setting, etc.). Having a communication system allows your character to interact with other characters and contribute to the narrative.

Surround them with Understanding Characters that can aid in communcation and fostering meaningful relationships.

Establish the Barriers/Conflicts They'll Experience. Don't forget to be realistic.

Your character is not defined by their inability to speak. Make sure you do not write stereotypes and cliches. Being mute is only one aspect of their identity rather than their defining trait.

Do your research! Seek out firsthand accounts, experiences, and perspectives. Check out online forums and resources to gain insights into their unique challenges, adaptations, and strengths.

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Mafias Mistress pt. 6 | N.R.

MafiaBoss!Natasha x CivilianYounger!Reader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (Natasha is 32 = reader ist 22) Fingering, begging, strap on use (r receiving), rough sex, dirty talk,

Word Count: 6,8K

A/N: It’s overrr. Thank you for all the support on this story! I really liked it to write and see talk reactions on it🫱🏼‍🫲🏻 As with all my other series, requests are of course welcome for this story! 🫶🏼

The room was silent except for the gentle sounds of Natasha's movements as she carefully tended to you. The air was filled with a mixture of lingering tension and the soft light of early dusk filtering through the curtains. You lay on the bed, your body aching from the intense punishment you had received, but the warmth and care in Natasha's touch brought a sense of comfort you hadn't expected.

Natasha gently cleaned your marks, applying soothing ointments and massaging where necessary. Her movements were delicate, almost reverent, as if she was trying to ease the pain she had caused.

Your eyes fluttered open, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you doing all this..."

Natasha paused for a moment, her eyes filling with a mixture of regret and determination. She took a deep breath, her voice soft and firm as she considered Maria's words.

"Talk to her. Help her understand."

"I... was born into a world of chaos..." she began, "My parents were involved in organized crime, and it was only a matter of time before I got sucked in, and before that happened, I ran away... I lived on the streets for 2 years, struggling to get by. Until a powerful organization took me in and from then on I regretted my first decision. They saw potential in me, potential to be more than just a foot soldier."

She sighed, her expression pained. "They trained me to be an assassin, ruthless and efficient. They taught me how to kill, how to manipulate, and how to use every tool at my disposal, including my own body. Part of that training was.. using control and dominance to get what I wanted. It became a part of who I was, a way of surviving in a world where weakness meant death.”

You listened, your mind forming a picture of the girl Natasha had been, forced into a life of violence and manipulation.

"But I didn't want to be just another puppet for anyone, because then I might as well have stayed with my father," Natasha continued, her voice growing firmer. "I wanted more. I wanted control over my own destiny. But leaving wasn't easy. I made a plan. I began gathering information, building connections, and identifying those within the organization who were dissatisfied. It took years, but eventually I had enough support to make my move. I staged a coup. It was bloody and brutal. I had to be ruthless. There were no second chances. Those who supported me joined me, and those who didn't... didn't survive."

She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "That night changed everything. I became the head of my own group, but it came at a cost. I lost friends, allies, people I cared about. But it was the only way to take control and build something new.”

Natasha's expression softened as she turned her gaze back to you. “I didn't want to run an organization like the others. I wanted to be different, better. I set up rules and codes of conduct. We still operated outside the law, but we had a sense of honor. We protected the weak, fought against those who exploited the weak. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than what I knew.”

She turned her gaze back to you. “And then I met you. You were different from anyone I'd ever known. You were kind, innocent, and full of life. You saw something in me that I didn't see myself. You didn't know who I was, and you treated me like a normal person. For the first time in my life, I felt something other than anger or fear. I felt...love.”

She continued, her hands now calm as she looked deep into your eyes. "I tried to keep you away from this life, to protect you from the darkness that surrounds me."

You felt tears well up in your eyes, touched by Natasha's words. "I didn't know that."

"how were you supposed to know?" Natasha looked into your eyes to see a reaction, "But you still had secrets from me," you said, your voice shaking.

Natasha nodded, her expression pained. "I know. I remember seeing you in the hangar for work. You were there, so focused and determined, and I couldn't take my eyes off you. I invited you to my house under the pretense of work, but in truth, I just wanted to be near you. I didn't just want you physically, I wanted you in every way. You were the only one I thought about, even when I was with someone else. I know that's hard to hear, but you have to understand that you changed everything for me."

She continued, her voice softening as she remembered those days. "Every time I saw you, my heart raced. You were a light in my dark world. I knew I was falling in love with you, and that scared me so much. I tried to keep my distance, but I couldn't stay away. When I finally confessed my feelings, I was terrified. I had never been so vulnerable in my life."

Natasha's face darkened with anger and fear. "And when I saw Viktor in your apartment, my heart stopped. He was sent by the former mafia to hurt you, to get to me. The moment I saw him, I knew I had to act. I couldn't let him hurt you. I would do anything to protect you, even if it meant becoming the monster I so desperately wanted to leave behind."

She took your hand and squeezed it tightly. "I know it was awful, and I'm so sorry you had to see that. But I would do it again if it meant protecting you. I love you more than anything and I can't lose you."

You felt a mix of emotions - anger, fear, sadness and love - swirling inside you. "I understand..." you said quietly, your voice full of emotion. "I understand why you did what you did. But that doesn't make it easy though."

Natasha nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry for everything, Y/N. The secrets, the punishments, the fear, the isolation, everything I've caused you. I promise I'll be honest with you from now on. No more secrets, please... I...I don't want to lose you..."

You reached out and took Natasha's hand in yours. "Okay." Natasha looked at you in surprise, a genuine smile full of hope and love. "O-Okay?"

"Yes." You looked at her with a gentle and serious look, "I'll try. But no more lies! No secrets, I want you to talk to me about everything that happens here. Both you and everyone else here."

Natasha's eyes filled with tears that she tried to suppress, she nodded frantically, "Yes...Yes, I promise you." You looked at her and saw how serious Natasha was. You nodded and Natasha got up to leave, to give you some rest. But as she wanted to turn away, she felt your hand holding hers.

Natasha understood immediately and lay down next to you. She gently pulled you into her arms and stroked your back soothingly. "Sleep now. Tomorrow will be a new day, okay?" she whispered, calming you in small, circular movements.

You sighed softly and gave in to the pleasant exhaustion that Natasha's presence brought you. Just before you fell asleep, you heard Natasha whisper softly, "You are the most important thing in my life."

But you were too tired to fully understand the words. You fell asleep in Natasha's arms, and Natasha stayed awake, her heart filled with a mixture of love and guilt, determined to do anything to regain your trust and protect you forever.

The sun shone through the large windows of the property in Spain, filling the rooms with warm light. You woke up in Natasha's arms, your bodies still close together. The closeness, the warmth and the calm of the morning made the events of the previous night seem almost like a dream.

Natasha was already awake and watching you with a gentle smile. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. You blinked sleepily and returned the smile. "morning."

After breakfast, while you were sitting together in the garden, Natasha took your hand and looked at you with a mischievous smile. "I have a surprise for you."

You raised an eyebrow and smiled curiously. "I'm afraid of your surprises..."

"I want to invite you to a ball tonight," Natasha said. "It's an important social event and I want you to be by my side." You were surprised, but also excited. "A ball? I've never been to a ball before. I don't even have anything suitable to wear."

Natasha just grinned. "Don't worry. That's already taken care of."

A little later, you were in your room and were amazed when a group of stylists arrived with a variety of beautiful dresses. The stylists, who had a wonderful sense of humor and fashion, immediately brought life into the room.

"Oh my God, darling, look at this beauty!" exclaimed one of the stylists, a tall man with perfectly styled hair, when he saw you. "She's like a canvas waiting to be painted," agreed another, a shorter man with lively eyes and a wide smile.

The stylists immediately began to attend to you. Your hair was artfully pinned up, strands carefully curled and arranged in an elegant hairstyle.

"Turn around, love," one of the stylists said, gently turning you to look at your hair from all angles. "We want to make sure you look perfect from all angles."

As they worked, they chatted happily, making you laugh over and over again. "Did you hear what happened on the red carpet last week?" asked the short stylist, telling a funny story that made everyone in the room laugh.

After the hair was done, one of the stylists brought in a selection of dresses. "We have a selection here that would make any princess jealous."

You tried on several dresses while the stylists helped you and gave you tips. Natasha watched carefully the whole time and occasionally gave her opinion. "This dress makes her eyes sparkle," Natasha said, looking at you in an emerald green dress.

"Ms. Romanoff is absolutely right," the tall stylist agreed. "But I think the blue dress would look wonderful on her too." After several fittings, you found the perfect dress - a stunning floor-length dress in a deep shade of red that perfectly accentuated your figure and made your skin glow.

"Oh my God, you look like a goddess," the short stylist said, stepping back to admire you. "Ms. Romanoff, what do you think?" Natasha had to hold back from letting her mouth drop open in admiration. "She looks incredible," Natasha said, her eyes sparkling with pride and desire.

The stylists set about perfecting your makeup. They chose subtle but effective colors that emphasized your natural beauty. "A touch of blush here and some shine there," the tall stylist murmured as he carefully applied brush strokes. "Perfect."

Meanwhile, two other stylists came over and began choosing your accessories. They chose delicate earrings and a matching bracelet that complemented the dress perfectly.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door and Maria entered. She stopped and her eyes widened in surprise and admiration. "Wow, she's beautiful.." Natasha had to smile.

The evening arrived, and you and Natasha drove to the ball in an elegant car. The magnificent estate where the ball was held was decorated with lights and flowers, and the guests wore the finest dresses and suits.

As you and Natasha entered the hall, many heads turned to look at you. Natasha, in her elegant smoking, held your hand tightly and confidently led you through the crowd.

You felt a little overwhelmed at first, but Natasha's presence calmed you down. You introduced yourselves to various high-ranking guests, and Natasha made sure you felt comfortable and included.

Back in the ballroom, you and Natasha danced to the soft music played by the live band. But suddenly an elegant woman in a black dress approached you. She had an aura of confidence and a clear aura of past intimacy.

"Natasha," the woman said, placing a hand on Natasha's arm. "It was a long time ago." Natasha turned around and immediately recognized her ex-girlfriend, Elena. "Elena," she said coolly and pulled her hand back. "What are you doing here?"

You watched the scene and felt a slight uncertainty rising. But Natasha quickly made it clear where her loyalties lay. "Y/n, this is Elena. An old... acquaintance."

Elena smiled charmingly, but her eyes flashed with curiosity. "Oh, and who is this charming woman at your side?"

"This is Y/n,” Natasha said firmly and pulled Y/N closer to her. "My partner." Elena raised an eyebrow, "Well, I see you've finally found someone who makes you happy. Good luck to you both."

Natasha nodded just a little and then turned completely to you again. "Let's keep dancing," she said and led you back to the dance floor without even looking back at Elena.

Suddenly Natasha felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket. She took a quick look at it and saw that it was an urgent call. "I have to take this call," she said apologetically to you. "I'll be right back."

You nodded understandingly. "Okay, I'll go to the bathroom in the meantime." You looked at your reflection in the mirror. How did Elena convince Natasha back then? Was she just one of those girls? Or something else?

You couldn't help but let your mind wander until you felt Natasha's hands on your shoulders again. "I can see something is going on. Please don't tell me it's because of Elena." You turned around. "And what if it is? How long has it been between you?"

Natasha studied your gaze until she had to grin. "Is someone jealous?" Your eyes stayed on hers, but she could see the frown. "It was over with her years ago. Don't worry about it... I only have you on my mind." Her hands ran down your arms.

Her lips met yours in a hungry kiss, tongues mingling and swirling in an intimate dance. Your heart pounded against your chest, an artesian well coming to life inside you. Natasha slipped her hands under your dress and caressed your bare back. You couldn't help but laugh “seriously? Here?”

You leaned your head back and bared your neck, your breasts rising and falling rapidly as you gasped for air. "S-S-Shit, Natasha.."

She pushed you against the cold tiled wall, grabbing your face and lifting it up so your eyes met. She kissed you again, this time slowly and deeply, your tongues wrestling and exploring each other. The heat between you grew steadily, your breaths mingling and fueling the fire that burned within you.

Slowly, Natasha's skilled hands began to wander, moving down your front and caressing the soft fabric stretched tight over your nipples.

"I want to feel every inch of you."

You fluttered your eyes shut, your body melting into the intimate embrace. Natasha seemed to embody that very quality, her firm grip and commanding presence sending shivers down your spine.

"What do you want, baby?" Natasha asked, kissing your jaw. "Do you want me to touch you? Taste you?"

"Yes," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper, your breath catching as Natasha's fingers danced tantalizingly close to your aching breasts.

Natasha grinned, her eyes shining with desire as she traced a trail of wet kisses down your neck. Her hand finally slipped under the fabric of your bra and roughly cupped a breast.

"Oh god," you moaned, your fingers clenching in Natasha's hair as the nipple hardened under the older woman's touch.

"You're so sensitive," Natasha whispered against your flushed skin. "And I'm just getting started." She teased the sensitive tip with her thumb, drawing a helpless gasp from your lips.

Then she quickly unclasped your bra and let it fall from your body, exposing your bare breasts. Instantly, your nipples tightened even more under Natasha's heated gaze. Without a second's hesitation, Natasha leaned down and took one of your nipples into her mouth.

"Oh, f-fuck!" you cried. You couldn't believe what was happening. Every thrust of Natasha's tongue, every flick and swirl sent sparks of pure ecstasy through your veins. You moaned loudly, your hands tightening in Natasha's red hair, urging her on.

With a growl of pleasure, Natasha sucked harder on your nipple, pulling it deeper into her hot, wet mouth, then released it with a pop.

"God, you taste amazing," Natasha gasped, turning her attention to your neglected other breast. Her fingers slid down your waist, exploring the soft skin of your stomach before dipping under the waistband.

Natasha's touch was electric, and you couldn't help the tremors that shook your body as your desire grew stronger. You writhed in pleasure as Natasha expertly teased your aching tips, each tug and pull sending waves of scorching heat through you, igniting your nerve endings.

Her other hand dipped beneath the elastic of your panties and she slid her fingers through the silky auburn locks that protected your core. Her fingers penetrated deeper, sliding over your swollen, wet folds as she sought and found your weeping entrance.

Natasha's touch was masterful and she knew exactly how to control your body. She slid her skilled fingers through your dripping slit and ran a deft finger over your sensitive clit, making you buck against the wet, warm invasion.

Natasha breathed heavily and slid her fingers deeper inside you, her touch slippery as she curled her fingers and caressed that inner spot no one had discovered inside you before.

Your moans intensified, the world spun around you. She began a rhythmic, relentless pace, driving her fingers in and out of your wet heat, your bodies melding in an intimate dance, an erotic ballet of pleasure. Natasha's lips found yours, consuming your moans and whimpers in a lingering kiss.

"You like this, don't you?" Natasha asked, her words hot and labored as she broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and trembling.

You nodded, unable to find your voice.

All that escaped your lips was a hungry moan as Natasha curled her fingers into your wet folds again. With each thrust, you thought you might just fall apart, that the wave engulfing you might finally crash over you.

"Oh, how you love this," Natasha whispered in your ear, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You're so fucking wet for this, you need it."

You gasped, unable to deny the truth of those words. Despite everything, you couldn't help but squirm and moan as Natasha continued her skillful assault. Her talented fingers moved in and out of your sweltering wet heat, rubbing at that inner spot that made you see God and stars alike.

"You know what to do," Natasha said, her breath hot against your ear. Her fingers continued their relentless assault on your quivering core.

Your mind swirled, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of pleasure. You felt yourself slipping deeper into blissful oblivion with each thrust of Natasha's talented fingers.

"Please!" you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... want... Please let me come!"

Natasha's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Good girl," Natasha murmured, her voice deep and sexy. Seeing your flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, she knew she had you on the edge of arousal. She pressed firmly against your clit with her thumb and forefinger, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild.

With a final flick of her wrist, Natasha slid a third finger into your wet heat, filling you completely. You gasped and arched your back, your head resting on her shoulders.

Natasha slid her other hand ne hind your back, holding you firmly against the sink as she rhythmically plunged her fingers deep into your tight channel.

Your breathing quickened, your chest rose and fell in irregular patterns as your orgasm approached a painful climax.

"Don't hold back, Detka. Let me feel you." Natasha coaxed you, her commanding tone urging you to let go. Her movements became faster, almost frantic.

"Come on. Don't fight against it. Fall apart for me." With a strangled moan, you succumbed to the delicious burst of pleasure that coursed through your body.

Legs shaking, orgasm washing over you like a flood, your nerves tingling with the sheer force of your release. Your body spasmed as wave after wave of euphoria enveloped you, each trembling contraction pushing you to the edge of a deep abyss that threatened to swallow you whole.

And Natasha watched with wild satisfaction, her fingers never trembling as she pounded relentlessly into your wet, throbbing core.

After your intense moment, Natasha helped you compose yourself. Her eyes were still full of intensity, but also of something else. "Y/n," Natasha said seriously. "There's a plane waiting for you tomorrow. It will take you back home."

You looked at Natasha confused. "W-What? Why?" Natasha took your face in her hands. "I love you. But I don't want you to be in danger. Dreykov is here in Spain and I need to take care of him. It's safer for you if you go home."

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "But you brought me here? Why should I leave now?" Natasha sighed "My team set a trap for Dreykov. He's here in Spain now and I need to make sure he's no longer a threat. I can't leave you here while that happens."

You nodded slowly, your tears streaming down your face. "But I don't want to leave you." Natasha kissed your forehead gently. "I'll come as soon as possible. I've booked an apartment for you where you'll be safe. It's only for a short time."

In the morning, you sat quietly in the car and looked out the window. The Spanish countryside rushed past you, but your thoughts were on Natasha. You felt empty and confused, not sure what the future would bring. Maria sat next to you, concentrating on the road, but she too seemed to be deep in thought.

Suddenly Maria's phone rang. You noticed the urgent expression on Maria's face as she answered the call. "Yes?" Maria said curtly.

You looked over at her curiously, and Maria quickly changed to a serious tone. "Stop the car," she suddenly said to the driver. "Right now."

You looked at her worriedly. "What's wrong?" Maria turned to you, her eyes full of determination. "Y/n, you have to stay in the apartment, am I clear?"

Y/N nodded hesitantly. "Yes, but What happened? Maria got out of the car and looked at you with a serious look. "I can't explain it to you now. Please, trust me. Stay in the apartment and wait for Natasha.”

You nodded again, although you still felt uncertain. Maria got into another car that had suddenly appeared and drove away quickly. The original car continued its journey and you looked out the window thoughtfully.

Back in your country, you entered the luxurious apartment that Natasha had booked for you. It was breathtaking. large windows offered a breathtaking view of the city, the decor was modern and elegant. But despite the beauty of the place, you felt lonely and abandoned.

You tried to call Natasha, but every time only the voicemail answered. “Hey, Natasha. Please call me as soon as you can. I'm worried,” you said into the voicemail and hung up with a sigh.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you decided to visit your best friend Sarah. When you stood in front of Sarah's door and rang the bell, it didn't take long for her to open the door. Sarah's eyes widened in surprise and relief when she saw you.

"Oh my God, Y/n!" Sarah exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. "Where were you? I thought you'd been kidnapped or worse!"

You smiled weakly. "It's a long story. Can I come in?" Sarah pulled you into the living room and sat next to you, worried. "Tell me everything. What happened?"

You began to tell your story, leaving out the dangerous details and Natasha's criminal activities. "I met someone, Sarah. Her name is Natasha. She took me to another world, and it was... exciting and scary at the same time."

Sarah looked at you with wide eyes. "You just disappeared! We were so worried. Tell me about her if she's so important that you'll drop everything!”

You smiled and nodded. “She's... special. She always knows what she wants. She makes all my sexual fantasies come true... And she's just... perfect. This woman has no fat, no spots, everything... just gorgeous.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “And what does she do for a living?” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “Her family... is very rich and they respect traditions... and stuff.”

Sarah shook her head. “You also think I'm the last pea, don't you? Truth, now.” A few minutes later, you and Sarah were sitting there with a bottle of wine. After all, you had told everything - about the death of the man in your apartment, Natasha's connection to the mafia and the reasons why Natasha had sent you back.

Sarah looked at you, shocked and worried at the same time. “That's... How are you??” You sighed deeply and took a big sip of wine. "I don't know. She showed me that she would do anything for me. But it's also scary how far she would go."

Sarah put a hand on your shoulder. "I understand now why you're so in love, but also why you're so scared. What are you going to do now?"

You looked out the window and thought for a moment. "I don't know exactly. I just have to trust that Natasha will come back and that we'll somehow find a way to get through all this."

After thinking about it for a while, Sarah leaned forward and smiled mischievously. "I have an idea. Why don't we have a real girls' day today? We'll go for a massage, to the hairdresser and to a club in the evening. What do you think?"

You hesitated for a moment, but then you nodded slowly. "That actually sounds pretty good. I could really use a distraction."

Sarah beamed. "Perfect! Let's get started."

Sarah dragged you from one place to another. First, you went to a spa where you treated yourselves to a relaxing massage. You could feel the tension in your shoulders slowly easing away and you sighed deeply in relief.

"This is heaven," you murmured as the masseuse skillfully eased your tension. After the massage, you headed to a fancy hair salon. There, you got your hair cut and styled while Sarah got a new hairstyle as well. You laughed and chatted with the stylists and enjoyed the pampering treatment.

In the evening, you dressed in fancy dresses and headed to an exclusive club that happened to be near your apartment. The club was located in a wealthy area of ​​the city and was known for its elegant atmosphere and high-profile guests.

Sarah and you entered the club and were immediately greeted by the lively music and sparkling lights. You danced and laughed, leaving the worries of the day behind you and enjoying the moment.

Towards the end of the evening, as you were making your way back to the apartment, you noticed a man following you. He was charming and chatting to you, but you could see the underlying intentions in his eyes.

"It really was a great evening," the man said as you arrived at the entrance to your apartment. "Perhaps we could extend the evening a little longer?"

You smiled politely but firmly. "Thank you, but I think it's better if I go home now." The man didn't seem to accept that and took a step closer. "Come on, just one last drink."

Suddenly you heard a familiar, icy voice behind you. "I think she said no." You turned around and saw Natasha standing in front of you with sparkling eyes and a determined look on her face. The man backed away, startled.

"I think you should go now," Natasha said threateningly. The man didn't hesitate for long and hurried away. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked at Natasha.

Your relief quickly turned to anger. "Where were you? Why didn't you answer my calls?!"

Natasha sighed and stepped closer. "I couldn't answer the phone. I'm sorry." You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "You have no idea how worried I was. And now you just show up here like nothing happened?"

Your shoulders sank and you felt your anger slowly subside. "I was really scared, Natasha. I thought something had happened to you." Natasha pulled you into a tight hug, her voice soft and soothing. "I'm sorry for making you so worried..."

Finally, you let the tears flow freely and clung to Natasha. "Promise me you'll never make me so scared again." "I promise," Natasha whispered, holding you tightly in her arms. When the embrace broke, the two looked at each other. Natasha's face spoke volumes.

Your legs wrapped around Natasha's thighs and you forced your hips against hers. Natasha's lips curved into a smug grin before throwing you onto the bed.

With a playful glint in her eyes, she took off her shirt and tossed it aside. She leaned over you and ran her hands down your body to your waist, and with a deft flick of her hips, removed the remnants of your clothing. You lay before her in all your glory, your eyes wide with desire.

"You are so beautiful," Natasha purred, her voice deep and heavy with desire. You felt another surge of heat in your core as Natasha's eyes roamed over your naked body, lingering on every curve. Natasha hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her own pants, slowly sliding them down inch by inch, revealing her proud strap-on.

You looked up at the sight, suddenly fearless and excited. The very thought of taking something so impressive inside you was intoxicating and terrifying in equal measure, but you didn't hesitate for a moment. You wanted it, no you needed it so much that you would risk your dignity just to get a glimpse of what this could offer you.

You stared at Natasha, your eyes fixed and full of desire. You nodded slowly, a silent expression of your approval. Natasha's grin widened, her eyes shining as she leaned in to whisper in your ear. "You don't know how much I've wanted this."

Her breath tickled your ear, making you shiver as Natasha's teeth gently bit into your earlobe, ripping a gasp from your lips.

"Is this what you want?" Natasha growled, framing your face with her strong hands and guiding you to look up at her with deep, mesmerizing eyes.

With a pinch of her lips and a roll of her hips, you forced Natasha to take the initiative and do what she wanted with you. Overcome by your lust, Natasha didn't hesitate - she took your mouth and pressed her lips roughly to your own. Your tongues met and mingled, your mouths opening wide as you pressed against each other, your wet bodies tangling.

You sucked in a sharp breath as the tip of Natasha's cock entered you, stretching you wide. Your legs tightened around Natasha and you gasped and moaned, unable to control yourself. Your skin felt like it was burning with pleasure, electric currents radiating from where they were, combining with an ache in your chest as she pushed further and further.

Natasha was all muscle and strength as she took your hips and lifted them up to her. Your throbbing clit was pressed against Natasha's hard pelvis, the dual sensation of penetration and friction sending an escalating wave straight to your soul and making your body tremble.

Your legs tightened around Natasha's waist, pulling her in deeper, urging her to take your body all inside her. The slick grip of your hip made Natasha moan as she plunged deeper into oblivion, sweat pouring down her brow. She was almost all the way inside you and the sight of your flushed skin and swollen lips made Natasha's heart race with desire.

"Please! Oh God, y-yes!" you screamed, your fingers digging into the bed sheets. Somehow the older woman managed to find even more energy, increasing her pace and grinding hard against your throbbing core until every last shred of her restraint was broken.

"F-fuc-k…!!!!" you begged, your body writhing and grinding against Natasha. She did not disappoint. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she pushed deeper and faster, determined to send you over the edge of pleasure.

As your body twitched and shook beneath her, Natasha gripped your ass and drove every inch of her rock-hard fake cock into your quivering hole as if she was trying to pierce the earth's core.

Without a moment's hesitation, Natasha wrapped her arms around your trembling thighs and held you tight as she moved in and out of your body like a piston at a dizzying, relentless pace. The wet, slick sounds of your bodies touching echoed through the small room, punctuated by your cries of delicious pleasure.

Fingernails scratched and clawed at flesh, your bodies contorted in Ecstasy. You clung to Natasha, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist as Natasha impaled you over and over, going deeper with each thrust.

“S-Soo..rough!! Fucki-ng..”You cried out between labored gasps, a string of throaty curses escaping your lips as Natasha worked your body raw. With each invasion of that glorious phallus, inch by delicious inch, your mind reeled.

The thickness, the length you could feel inside you, filled you with an intensity beyond pure pleasure. Every thought, every doubt vanished in the heat of your lust. All you knew was that you never wanted it to end.

Natasha was insatiable. Her body moved like an unstoppable machine, thrusting in and out of you with a passion that made you both feel like you were losing your minds in that moment of exquisite sensation. Sweat dripped from her skin at the intensity of your contact.

Her hips bucked wildly as Natasha thrust deep inside you, drawing a throaty gurgle from your half-open mouth. "Oh, fuck yes..!" She cursed, unable to hold back.

Your climax was building, your whole body shaking with the intense pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you. A sheen of sweat covered your body and your breathing became shallow and ragged as you felt the walls of your pussy tighten around Natasha's thrusting shaft.

You threw your head back, releasing a dull mixture of pain and pleasure that only made your impending orgasm more intense.

Natasha's pupils were wide as her fingers found your swollen clit, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger.

Your back arched, your moan an uncontrolled scream that echoed off the bathroom walls like a wounded animal.

"You're going to cum, aren't you?" Natasha growled, her voice dropping an octave with each word, sending shivers down your spine.

Your legs trembled and your teeth clenched like vices as you stared into Natasha's piercing eyes. Those eyes followed every breath, every gasp, every fluttering eyelid.

"I - Natasha! I'm close... so fucking c-close!" you whispered hoarsely, your bucking hips rolling in time with your partner's relentless thrusts.

Your nails left flesh-red streaks on Natasha's back, each stroke capturing your lover's primal animal essence. Intense musky scent bloomed from your wet connection, smearing your pierced skin as the steady rhythm swelled to a crescendo.

With a strangled cry, you reached the edge. Your entire body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over you. Natasha's hand, expertly placed on your clit and synchronized with her thrusts, brought you over the edge.

Your body tensed, then convulsed as you exploded in a shudder of ecstasy. Your scream echoed off the tiles and reverberated through the bedroom.

Natasha watched with satisfaction as your orgasm ripped through you, her eyes half-lidded in lust. The animalistic quality of the woman before her had ignited something deep within her.

With one final eruption, Natasha thrust into you with an intensity even she hadn't expected. "Ah, s-shit... almost-" Her head fell back, the feeling of dominance an exquisite aphrodisiac. She thrust one last time , “Yebat (shit), I'm coming!" Natasha cursed with a low growl.

Natasha bucked violently, her body tensing, and she surrendered to the orgasm that had developed into a feverish frenzy. Her thrusts gradually slowed as she breathed in unison with you, still intimately connected to you.

With a deep mixture of pleasure and agony, she felt herself collapsing against your chest, her vision blurring as the powerful aftershocks pulsed throughout her body.

You remained fused together, trembling in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. Your mingled breaths came in short, sharp gasps.

The silence that spread after the stormy night was soothing and filled the room with calm. "Will you marry me?" she asked, her voice rough and serious. You blinked in surprise and looked at Natasha as if to make sure you heard her correctly. "Are you serious?" you asked, your voice quiet and trembling.

Natasha nodded and took your hand in hers. "Dreykov is gone. He's history." she said, looking you deep in the eyes. "I let half of my team go. I closed my last deals. The house in Spain is empty now, and we could-"

"Yes," you said quietly, then louder and more determined. "Yes, I want to marry you."

Natasha smiled, "Say that again..." Natasha said, making your heart beat faster. "I want to marry you," you whispered, pulling Natasha into a hug. You leaned into Natasha and felt the relief and joy wash over you.

Later that morning, you prepared breakfast together. You laughed and chatted, enjoying the normality and simplicity of the moment. The threat of Dreykov had disappeared, and you could finally live in peace.

Natasha continued. "... and those who are still here will take care of legal business. My last big business deal is done, and I have everything sorted out so we can live without worries."

You looked at Natasha admiringly. "You really thought of everything." Natasha nodded and smiled. "Yes, I wanted to make sure everything was perfect."

A few weeks later, you and Natasha were seen at a home decor store, choosing furniture and decorations for your home in Spain. You laughed and discussed colors and styles, Natasha letting you make many of the decisions.

"What do you think of this one?" you asked, pointing to a sleek but comfortable looking piece. Natasha smiled. "I think it's perfect."

Back at the house, construction workers were working on implementing the changes you had planned. You and Natasha walked through the rooms together, discussing the progress and enjoying the changes.

"I want you to feel as at home here as I do," Natasha said, squeezing your hand. You smiled happily. "I already do. Thank you for including me so much."

Meanwhile, Maria was seen still in charge of the security staff. She glanced at the screens and gave instructions, but her expression was calmer than before. The danger was over, and she could focus on ensuring safety in more peaceful times.

In the evening, you sat together on the terrace of your house, the sun slowly setting, bathing the surroundings in a warm, golden light. You held hands and enjoyed the silence and calm of the moment.

"I can't imagine anything better than this," you said quietly, leaning your head on Natasha's shoulder.

"Me neither," Natasha replied gently. "We got through everything, and now we can really enjoy our lives."

Your love was stronger than ever, and you knew that as long as you were together, you could overcome any challenge. The future was bright, and you looked to it with hope and confidence.

The End.

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