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theambitiouswoman · 10 months

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Questions To Ask Yourself If You Want To Become The Best Version of Yourself

What do I really care about? What things are really important to me?

What am I good at, and where do I need help? What am I strong in, and what could I get better at?

What do I want to achieve soon and later? What things do I want to do soon, and what are my bigger, long-term goals?

Am I trying new things and not just staying comfy? Am I doing things that might be a bit scary but good for me?

How do I deal with problems and when things go wrong? What do I do when stuff doesn't work out?

Am I nice to myself when things don't go well? Do I treat myself kindly, especially when things are tough?

How do I use my time, and what's most important? How do I plan my day, and what things matter the most?

Am I learning new stuff regularly? Do I keep finding out new things?

Do I have a good balance between work and fun? Do I make sure to have enough time for work and for things I enjoy?

Do I have good friendships and avoid bad ones? Am I friends with people who make me feel good?

Do I take care of my body? Am I eating well, exercising, and sleeping enough?

Do I think about my feelings and thoughts? Do I pay attention to how I'm feeling and what I'm thinking?

How do I deal with stress and make myself calm? What do I do when I'm stressed out?

Do I help others and make the world better? Do I do things to make people's lives nicer?

Do I have good habits and get rid of bad ones? Are there things I do every day that are good for me? Are there things I should stop doing?

Do I learn from what people say about me? When people give me advice, do I listen and try to get better?

Do I say no when I need to? Do I tell people when I need space or when something isn't okay for me?

What makes me really happy? What do I like to do that makes me feel great?

Do I use money wisely? Am I good at saving and spending money in smart ways?

Do I believe I can improve and get better? When things are tough, do I think I can get through them and learn something?Am I being kind to others and making them feel good? Do I treat people nicely and make them happy?

Do I learn from things I do wrong? When I make a mistake, do I figure out how to do better next time?

Do I try new things, even if they scare me a little? Do I give things a shot, even if they seem a bit scary?

Am I spending time with people who care about me? Do I hang out with folks who like me for who I am?

Do I eat healthy foods and move my body? Am I eating good stuff and getting some exercise?

Am I sharing and helping others when I can? Do I give stuff to others and lend a hand when I'm able to?

Am I paying attention when people talk to me? Do I really listen when others are speaking to me?

Do I take breaks and do things I enjoy? Do I give myself time to rest and do things I like?

Do I say sorry and make up if I hurt someone? When I make someone feel bad, do I apologize and try to make things better?

Do I imagine good things for myself in the future? Do I think about cool stuff I want to do?

Do I stop and relax when I'm feeling stressed? When I'm worried, do I take a moment to calm down?

Do I ask for help when I need it? Do I tell someone when I can't do something on my own?

Do I try my best, even when things are tricky? Even if it's hard, do I give it my all?

Do I pick up after myself and keep things tidy? Am I good at cleaning up and keeping things in order?

Do I use my time for things that matter most? Do I do important stuff before other things?

Do I think about good things that happened today? Do I remember all the nice things that occurred?

Am I okay with making mistakes and learning from them? Do I know it's okay to mess up sometimes and learn from it?

Do I show appreciation for the people around me? Do I let others know I'm thankful for them?

Do I take deep breaths and relax when I'm upset? When I'm mad, do I breathe and try to calm down?

Do I believe I can do better and keep growing? Do I think I can get better at things and keep getting smarter?

Am I happy with who I am right now? Do I like myself just as I am?

Do I feel okay when things don't go as planned? When stuff doesn't work out, do I stay calm?

Do I think about good things about myself? Do I focus on the nice parts of me?

Do I let go of things that make me sad? When something makes me upset, can I move on from it?

Do I notice when I'm feeling worried or scared? Am I aware of when I'm feeling nervous or frightened?

Do I believe I can do things even if they're tough? Can I do hard things if I try?

Do I try to make my mind peaceful? Do I relax my thoughts when they're racing?

Do I find things that make me feel relaxed? What can I do to feel calm and at ease?

Am I patient when things take time? Can I wait without getting upset?

Do I talk kindly to myself in my head? Do I say nice things to myself in my mind?

Am I curious about things and want to learn? Do I like to find out new stuff?

Do I think about good times and happy memories? Do I remember fun things that happened before?

Do I try to understand how others feel? Can I tell what others are feeling?

Do I imagine nice things happening in the future? Can I think about good stuff that might come?

Do I take time to rest and be by myself? Do I give myself breaks and quiet time?

Do I let go of things I can't change? Can I forget about things I can't do anything about?

Do I believe I can do things even if I don't know how yet? Do I think I can learn new things?

Do I tell myself I'm doing a good job? Do I give myself a pat on the back?

Do I stay calm even if things are really busy? Can I be relaxed even when things are crazy?

Do I know that I can make mistakes and it's okay? Do I understand that everyone messes up sometimes?

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gremlingottoosilly · 10 months

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"If you need to be mean"

Konig just got his promotion to colonel. It also came with deployment in a terrorist-ridden country, but at least he would get an adorable, civilian you as a prize. TW: Konig being a huge pervert, Canon-Typical violence, Dub-Con, Innocence kink, Age difference(Konig in his yearly 40, Reader in young 20)

Pairing: Konig x fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, Power Imbalance, Hurt/Comfort, Size Kink, Possessive Konig, Yandere Konig, Creepy scary stalker Konig, written mostly from Konig perspective Word count: 5213 My AO3

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König hates this fucking country.

Shithole in the middle of nowhere, with literally nothing going on – some border quarrels with some terrorists that are desperately trying to settle into the big war on terror that won’t achieve a thing and would be meaningless anyway. No one wanted to actually station here – this is why they promoted him so quickly, just so they could send him away like a pack of garbage they can’t give two shit about throwing out.

He never even wanted this promotion. Too much work, too many people, never enough time to relax. Payment is sweet, of course – if he only had time to use any of this. He is too old for new titles, you can’t teach old dog new tricks – and, quite frankly, he does feel terribly old while doing nothing but pushing papers and listening to some useless fucking recruits with their reports.

Job is simple – stay on the base, make sure that the locals won’t become too villifed to the soldiers that are supposed to protect them, even though he already knows how people would feel about the PMC stationed in their city. Fights with occasional resistance from the outsider force that decided “Hey, let’s just annex our neighbor, what could possibly happen?”. He doesn’t know a lot about this country – but if they have enough money to hire KorTac to help the local forces, he might be quite interested. If he only had energy for that anymore – between relentless paperwork and occasional yelling at his stupid fucking nonsense of rookie – seriously, it feels like they hired a bunch of edgy 12 year olds instead of normal soldiers.

Job is simple and he finds himself bored to death because this isn’t what he enlisted for. He wanted to fight, to kill, to burden this urge to hurt people who once wronged him with someone who is – probably, maybe, somehow – deserve it. Not really a noble cause, but he stopped playing knight in shining armor once they used him as an infiltration weapon instead of what he actually wanted. All hopes and goals in his life were buried deep with his first sniper rifle – and rude comments about his inability to sit still, even though he is still as good at being a killing machine as a human being possibly can.

— Sir! We, uh, have a problem to report.

Gut.

A problem – this sounds as exciting as it can be. Last time his brigade got a problem, it was about some new recruits falling down with stomach ache because of the forged alcohol they were drinking. Also that one time someone tried to burst their way into the base – not fun, since officers took care of him, but it was at least something to do except for reading and scrolling through various housing options like he actually has a use of buying something with more than one bedroom. Like someone would look at him and love him – enough to pass through some easy fling and start living with him. No one would do that – even his parents couldn’t.

Still, the problem sounds exciting. Maybe, he could actually go on a mission instead of feeling useless. They promoted him just to pin on the wall like a trophy.

— Repost immediately, soldier. What is it?

— A civilian, well…a civillina woman…lady, broke the curfew.

And here it is. Not an unexpected attack from his enemies, not even a drunken fight that someone from his subordinates decided to join and ended up getting their asses kicked. Is this what years of service come to? Watching over some stupid club girls broking the easiest fucking rule to follow, like getting home at midnight is a completely alien experience for them. One of the things he hates about his rank – he is used like a public figure, giving speeches, trying so hard to come up with something other than “Ja, we will kick asses of everyone who tries to infiltrate your country, don’t worry” and then he has to act like he knows what he is doing. Which he obviously doesn’t. If there was a way to just give up his rank and become a shadow again, a monster under a terrorist’s bed, he would do it. Without even a second to think.

— Send her to the police. We aren’t supposed to deal with…

Then comes the second guy – he doesn’t even remember his name, fuck this, he is supposed to be a father to his troops, or big brother at least, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck to someone weaker – inferior, smaller, someone who will die within a week or so in his first battle because apparently, higher-ups just love recruiting spineless teenagers now.

Second guy comes to the room, holding someone very firmly by their hand – and König isn’t religious, he isn’t even sure when was the last time he was at any church, the little prayers his grandma used to sing is long forgotten for him, but he sees your face and almost believes in angels.

König is too old for this shit, again, he hates this country, his team, his rank – then he looks at your face, the way it twists with fear and nervousness because of course, one of his dumb subordinates is holding you too tight and the softness of your flesh – why in the world you are wearing such light clothes, it’s night outside, you will catch a cold and he would give you his jacket, but that would drown you under the weight of it, and he don’t want you to smell the alcohol he has on his clothes, terrible coping mechanism with boredom, and he might just give you something else, maybe, like his shirt or a…

Wait a minute.

He doesn’t even know your name, even though he is sure this is something gorgeous and would look perfect next to his last name, but he looks at your face and all the years of his military training is suddenly washed away because he can’t even muster a thing out of his mouth. Thank god no one is forcing him to stop wearing his hood – he wouldn’t be able to survive otherwise, not with how hot his face feels right now. You are nervous, this is obvious, since you broke the curfew and went on the streets past 11 pm. He should just bring you to the police, he isn’t even sure why his soldiers would bring some random civilian to the base. He immediately wants to give this private a raise – for bringing him a goddess walking on Earth. Angel, succubus, all of the fancy names and…it feels like he is going crazy. And he should compose himself. Be a good example of a rotten mercenary commander.

— Why were you breaking the curfew, miss..?

He hates how squeaky his voice sounds, even after all the years in service he can’t get rid of that boyish tone and nervousness every time he is talking to women. All the fear is immediately washed away after you tell him your name – and it’s gorgeous, perfect, feels like something he can devour, something he can moan in the depth of the night while using his hand as a poor substitute for the warmth of your body.

The pause lingers too much and he already suggests just…taking you. To further investigation. to see if you are really just an innocent person caught up in breaking the rules or an enemy spy – which would give him the perfect opportunity to interrogate you and hold you for a bit longer. He wants you to be a problem, actually – that would give him the authority to hold you here, to think about you in a way that won’t immediately make him a bad person.

— Went to the pharmacy. Forgot about the time, I’m…I’m sorry.

You look guilty and weak and nervous obviously – a good girl caught up in the reality of her home country now implementing new rules just so it won’t get annexed by their neighbor. He wants to protect you – or give you the real reason to be scared of him. He wants to be good, but you look too cold in those clothes and he wants to give you something more. Or warm you up in a different way – which makes him feel horrible, his skin crawls and hands are fidgeting again even though he is almost sure he forgot about that habit after a few trigger-happy moments with the enemies.

— Pharmacies should be closed by this time. Why were you here so late?

Soldier that brought you here left you with König – colonel, you saw him in the newspapers and on TV, some public speeches while concealing his face in various ways. You don’t trust him, don’t trust the mercenaries – how can you believe that they are going to save you if they don’t even dare to show their faces? He is even scarier in person – big, hulking, too muscular to feel safe, with something like a sack thrown over his head. You want to forget about the medicine you bought and just run away, but that would only mean outright saying that you are guilty.

You brace yourself and try not to feel too small, but König just wants to wrap his hands around you and throw that weak body of yours on his shoulder. Not letting you go away. Ever.

— I…got lost. Sorry, I know what this looks like, but I just changed the apartment and…look, this is a bog misunderstanding. I have my documents, I’m local! Not some spy or anything, I promise.

Too bad – you would have the opportunity to escape if you were an enemy. Some evil and wicked femme fattal that is here to seduce him and get the important information out of him – but if you are telling the truth and nothing, but a civilian, he isn’t sure that he could save you from…falling to his hands. It’s stupid, he should really just find someone to fuck, he is getting desperate over the first cute and gentle girl he saw in this place – but really, do he has a chance with a soldier if just a helpless weakling like you can make him kneel? He needs to compose himself.

— You really shouldn’t be out so late. There is a reason the curfew is upheld. It saves you from the danger.

— For now the only danger after midnight is your soldiers, apparently.

Your breath hitches as you understand what you just said – god, who was holding your tongue and making you blurt this in front of the fucking commander? You might have had the chance of just escaping before, you weren’t doing anything wrong, you know that some of your friends were breaking the curfew after a party or late visits, but they were never held to the police or martial law – soldiers are understanding of the situation, no one from the young people actually wants to stay in their houses no matter the threats war can bring. You might have the chance of going out with nothing but some harsh words about those stupid younglings ignoring the rules – but now you insulted his men and this will probably bring you to jail for the night at least or something even more…

He laughs. And the sound of it makes your cheeks warm.

— Ja, I can understand why you would say that. But you shouldn’t break the curfew.

You feel like winning a lottery, but the prize isn’t money – it’s the chance of getting out of this creepy building and going home to your warm sheets and slight smells of devastation and loneliness.

— I’m really sorry, sir, I won’t do this again. Promise.

You look guilty, and König loves this expression. The softness of your face, the way your eyes are filled with tears when you think he would actually make you goto jail or do something even worse. He relishes in this power over you – even though he doesn’t mingle with civilians, always keeps a safe distance with women around him, never dares to even give them a careful look. He wants to take you away – protect from the world around you, from this fucking place, from all the dangers. The only thing that is dangerous to you seems like him – because he is the only one with power here, the only one who can decide whether he wants to behave like an asshole and lock you away or…

— I can’t just let you go. Let me…I can escort you to your residence so I can make sure you actually went home. And not somewhere else.

He looks at your pharmacy bag – it's a shitty plastic one, transparent and see-through. He understands immediately why you would decide to run to the pharmacy so abruptly even within the vicinity of the curfew – and the fact your bag contains pads and pain medicine only makes him want to scoop you in his arms and get you to his quarters. Government gave them a pretty nice location for the base and he, as the commander, got a bedroom that won’t even make you think about the military. Perks of quartering outside of base, even the barracks are nicer than the ones at home – and he would love to introduce your sore body to the comforts of warm sheets.

You look at him, surprised and nervous, your adorable lips twists in a pout as you think about your options. You can’t really say no, this can make him angry and resentful – and these aren't emotions you want the local military personnel to feel about you. He is also scary, and stares too much – you don’t want him to look at you like this, both surprised and depraved, but something in his figure still makes you trust him. Maybe it’s that weird propaganda about them protecting your country – he is a public figure, he can’t be evil, right? Maybe it’s just the way his hands fidgets as if he is nervous about your answer – or little cracks in his voice that makes you blush just a little every time you hear it. Or you are simply too tired to not comply.

— I, um…are you sure? You must have some other things to do. I don’t want to be a bother, really.

— I want to protect you from harm. Nights are dangerous.

You want to say that it’s okay, you spend more time in this country than he is – and you know every little corner of the city by this point, no matter the military outposts and destruction. You also want to say that this is creepy as fuck and you don’t want a random guy to just know where you live – but you can’t say that, you are already almost buried yourself with that long tongue of yours, and the only thing you want to do right now is just drink your ibuprofen in peace and get teleported to your bed.

You want to say no, but it almost feels like something romantic and even though he isn’t showing his face, the view of his muscles, bursting out his clothes and body armor, enough to make you agree. You can regret that decisions later – but with the way his eyes light up like he is a puppy, you probably won’t.

— Okay. I…I mean, if that’s okay with you, sir.

— I live to serve. Und ich diene gerne jemanden, dir so bezaubernd ist wie du.

— Sorry?

It sounds like German, and the way he pronounces it makes you feel like it’s something important – but you don’t want to ask for translation, he mutters it under his breath, Maybe some curses about stupid girls getting caught by his soldiers and how he needs to escort them to make sure they are not enemy spies ready to put their knives in his back.

— Just show the way.

He is awkward, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he looks at you and fights the urge to just squish you with his hands. You are pouting, your hands are trembling, and you are shaking – maybe from the cold or just from fear. König hates himself for not understanding whether he wants you to be scared of him or not. There is something dark, predatory almost, in having someone as adorable as you shaking like a leaf – but he also wants to just scoop you in his hands and make sure you will never be afraid of him.

He is awkward, silent, he goes on the open side of the sideroad like protecting you from any vehicles that may cross the road at this hour – even though the only ones who are allowed to move at this time of day are hospital workers and his soldiers. His hand looms over your side, like he is not sure whether he wants to just grab you by your shoulder or allow you to lead in a more simple way. You feel protected in a way – you can’t even read his expressions because of that weird mask he is wearing, but his eyes are strangely warm every time he looks at you and thinks you are not looking at him.

König wants to talk, but he isn’t sure what he even can say to you. The weather is nice? It’s the night, a cold one, and he doesn’t want you to catch some weird illness, but he also doesn’t want to seem like a creep by giving you his jacket. He would do so in a blink of an eye, he would die seeing your smaller body wrapped in his clothes like a nice little gift – but he knows who he is. Monster, giant, always too much and never enough, zero experience with someone who is one his one night stand in some lousy pub when he hates himself a bit less than usual. And you smell clean, civilian, sweet almost, he feels like a dog by just looking at the way your cheeks are blushing from the cold weather.

He wants to initiate the conversation, know what you like and dislike, maybe learn your opinion about the situation – many locals dislike military presence, he understands this, KorTac isn’t known for being the best guys around here, but they get the job done, however bloody this might be. He would give away anything to just be able to talk – to speak like a normal person, without scaring you or making you think that he is weird. It’s borderline embarrassing, over the many years of his life he was thinking that he would outgrow his anxiety somehow – and here he is, fidgeting with the stupid anti stress toy in his pocket that his therapist gave him, not knowing how to talk to a girl in his grown up years.

— You’re local.

It doesn’t even sound like a genuine question, it’s more like a threatening statement and he doesn’t like the way it sounds. He can’t gave it back now, it would be even weirder, he just wants to calm down and breathe, but even this is fucking impossible when every time he looks at you, it seems like you are only getting prettier.

— Lived here all my life, sir.

You’re nervous, and he at least finds some comfort in this – he is not the only one who is scared here, even though he understands that you will surely be more scared than him. But it still comforts him just a little, knowing that you are in roughly the same boat – he can smile under his hood and attempt to at least pretend to be normal. Even if this would be literally impossible for someone like him.

— Where do you work?

It sounds like an interrogation and you are not sure if you want to answer truthfully – he isn't trying to force you right now, he isn’t even touching you no matter how closely you are walking, but you are smart enough to understand why telling a random man you just met where you live and work is a bad idea. Even if the man itself is a prominent figure in protecting – or not – your country and literally walks you home because you got lucky to not be sent to the police for breaking the curfew. You would just lie to him about where you work and, hopefully, never see him again – but it’s not just a random guy you met on Tinder. He probably has the resources to check if you really work in said place and if you didn’t and just lied to him then, well…he isn’t threatening you, but your overthinking is enough to make you scared.

— Just a waitress. Cafe I work at isn’t very far from my apartment.

You even tell him the address, all while praying he won’t visit you at work. He has the right, of course, especially if he would leave a good tip, but military personnel staying at your cafe probably won’t be good for business. Clients may go away, and that would mean leaving you without tips – and then you can kiss your shitty apartment goodbye. He probably won’t visit you, he is just asking this to fill the awkward silence and check whether you are a spy or not – how confident your answers are, if your story checks out or not. He is a colonel, he must have a lot of other stuff to do instead of chasing over some rule breakers.

— Hm.

König already knows where he will be eating every day from now on. But…hell, can he do this, really? It would probably be very awkward for both of you, and you may think that is stalking you, which he definitely is, but doesn’t want to show it yet. He can give you a nice tip every time, he sure as hell has money for it, but then you would think that he is trying to buy you, which he would of course try to if you would be fine with it because honestly, girl as adorable as you should get all the nicest thing she wants to, and he can provide for it, but his damned awkwardness would never let him outright say this, which would lead to a very uncomfortable situation and…

— We might need someone local to help with operations.

Nailed it. Right?

— Wh…what do you mean, sir?

You look scared, nervous, he doesn’t want you to be scared, you’re supposed to feel safe around him! He might hate higher ups for giving him this rank and sending him to this fucking country, but he will protect you no matter what. He wants to be useful, for people to stop being scared of him – to start liking him instead, even if some cold, dismissive way of just stopping bothering him with stupid stuff. He would allow you to bother him all the time, he would protect you and make sure you are alright – you just have to let him, that would be really easy and…

— We’re strangers here. Lots of operations crossed because locals refuse to cooperate. We might need a guide out here.

He sounds nonchalant, like he doesn’t really care about your answer, but the grip of his hands is stating otherwise. He throws you nervous looks, cold eyes flickering with anxiety as you take your time to answer, secretly hoping that you would get home before you’d had to state this. It doesn’t feel like a genuine question, more like a statement again. More like you don’t really have an option to say no, since he still has the power over you. Since he still looks and sounds like someone who can and will throw you over his shoulder and use it as a cannon folder.

— I…I’m not sure, sir. I have to work at my actual job.

Can he blow up your cafe? That would greatly diminish the chances of bumping into you on a romantic Sunday morning, ordering coffee just the way you secretly like it, and then leaving you a very generous tip that would immediately show you what a sophisticated and loaded gentleman he is. He can say that enemies did it, and then he would execute those poor people for ever messing with civilians. He can also get some people from the government to close it, so you wouldn’t have any place to work and then you would be simply forced to work with him – and help him get out of this country as soon as possible. He would pay you well, of course, and being your boss would be a very…interesting experience for him.

— Are you sure?

You bite your lips and it's proven to be a horrible idea in such terrible weather – your skin breaks easily and you feel the blood in your mouth. Nice – now you would have to invest in lip balms again even though you are sure as hell that even yesterday the weather was nice. Colonel – König, you remember his callsign, no names of course, some twisted secret identity over protecting people who can literally kill you and won’t have consequences – look at you and you can swear to god that his eyes are narrowed, studying your features a bit more. Is he going to kill you for refusing the…job offer? Demand of working with mercenaries to protect your country?

— Sorry, I…I really need to think about this. And get at least two weeks notice from my job.

He is too focused on the way blood is glistening on your lips. He wants to lift the lower half of his hood and lick every little drop lingering in your mouth. Kiss this little wound until you would turn into a moaning, crying mess under him. Hold you so tight, he would leave bruises in places his fingers were – all while you are allowing him to. He isn’t delusional enough to think you like him the way he adores you already, but he is delusional enough to imagine you would comply with him mostly – he is a great person. Except for almost everything, of course.

The road to your home is lonely, no one around, obviously. People aren’t breaking the curfew on the main streets – except for you, apparently, they are tending to do stuff in the shadows if they need something to go out at night. He looks at every street light with suspicion, almost wanting for someone to try and attack you – that would allow him to be your hero, protector, to put out all of his pent-up aggression on someone else while being praised for it. He wants someone to try and kill him just to feel a bit more alive – but then you stop in front of the house, and it only takes one look for him to decide that no, he isn’t going to let you go that easily. He may not be a good or even decent person, but he is not allowing an adorable little thing like you to live in that fucking rathole.

— You live here?

— Yes. Thank you for, well, looking after me. I know that I broke rules, I won’t…won’t do that again. Sorry.

— No.

— What do you mean “No”?

Is he going to inspect your apartment? You are pretty sure that you left your bed in a very chaotic state and there is more than one pair of panties lying on the couch. Not even speaking about how horrible your living conditions are – tiny apartments, barely enough space for one person fitting in 20 square feet with all of their stuff inside, and an overwhelming desire to blow something up each morning when one of your neighbors is fighting again.

You don’t have anything to hide, but you are getting pretty tired of people who just think that because they sold their bodies to the military, they can do what they want.

— It’s a horrible place for a girl to live.

Hey! You might hate your place, but even that rathole of an apartment doesn't deserve something like this.

— Well, it’s not a castle, but…I manage.

— Don’t you have another place to sleep?

He is fighting with the urge to invite you to the base instead. Far greater place for a little goddess like you, much nicer than…this. He has to physically restrain himself from throwing a hand on your shoulder. He just stared, hoping that you would pull a prank on him and actually has some better living conditions – he can’t bear thinking about you in that kind of life instead.

— It’s a nice one, really! At least I don’t have to live with roommates.

He can be your roommate. No, not even like this. He can buy you a freaking house if you would want, just pick a place, preferably in Austria, and that would be easy. He would love to just provide for you, to get to live with someone as adorable – as in need of protection as you. He understands that being this delusional is off brand even to him and his wild fantasies, but he spends too much time hating his work lately, and he needs some outlets, breathing room to just drown himself in fantasies about a nice girl who can actually like him. Who can be his everything, a cure to fix him even though his therapist says such expectations from your partner are toxic and codependent.

He knows that he can’t say anything to you right now. If anything, you would dismiss any of his worries and just call him a psycho – would be right, probably, he doesn’t even know why he is so obsessed with your safety all of a sudden. He is only self-reflective enough to understand that he can’t act right now, no matter how much he would want to. He can only sigh and let the situation go, for now. He can always just show up at the place you work at. Totally not creepy at all, definitely, completely.

— Be safe, hase. This time is very dangerous for a girl like you.

— It’s…okay, really. You don’t have to worry about me, sir.

Oh, but he wants to.

Oh, but you want to run up the stairs and close the door behind you as fast as you possibly can. And maybe, just maybe, give him your number – definitely for consultation about the safety and how you can forfeit from breaking the curfew later in life.

He puts a hand on your shoulder, large fingers tracing over your thin shirt, and goosebumps that are running on your skin aren’t from just the cold weather. You feel ashamed for kinda liking the situation – you are creeped out by him, you are curious about him, and you kinda want him to do something else. But he squeezes the soft flesh of your shoulders, rolling a bit lower, to your back – and then lets go. You breath hitches as he takes a step back, clenching his hand as if fighting the urge to do something else.

— We’ll meet again.

You just nod, not sure if you want it or not. König makes a point to determine which apartment is yours based on the window placement and pay you a visit in his leave time.

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod x you #cod #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig cod #konig x reader #konig #reader insert #yandere cod #yandere x reader #yandere konig #yandere male

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bitchy-craft · 4 months

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What Their Personality Is Like | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out what your fs personality is like. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people: therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pile 1:

Your future spouse isn’t confident, they’re rather shy and find the thought of the future nerve wrecking and possibly scary, they try to avoid thinking about it. They are intelligent, and are able to speak up when they believe they need to, although they try to avoid it as much as possible.

If they care about someone or something they’ll carry it with pride and be incredibly careful with it, preventing any loss of said thing.

They’ll make sure that the thing they care about is always happy and get whatever they need, but they often forget to also choose for themselves, to put themselves first. They hardly do that, so when they start to care for you, make sure they don’t start walking over themselves.

Pile 2:

Your future spouse is someone who can easily get carried away with someone, they are someone who are really popular, at least in their school career, possibly their work career.

They might be known as a player around those times, which might be the reason why you two won’t immediately get into a relationship. But they’ll make sure to convince you they changed, and they will do their best to keep you happy, do things with you etc.

They are confident and love people’s attention and care a lot about people, although they find it difficult to express emotions and tell people how they feel, how much people care about them.

Pile 3:

Your future spouse is a confident person who will do whatever they need to, to accomplish their goals. They are immensely passionate and have many ideals and wishes they want to succeed in in life, a lot of dreams they want to fulfil.

They are hard-working and great at team work, they understand how some things can only be accomplished with help of others, and that asking someone’s help isn’t anything bad, it’s helpful, sociable and great.

Because they are so hard-working and want to achieve so much in their life, they tend to get carried away from time to time. They will be so focused they won’t realize how they don’t give other things attention, possibly lacking to give you enough energy from time to time.

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animehideout · 4 months

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Comfort Letters From JJK Men Gojo Ver.

a/n: Idk I just had this idea, I hope it comforts y'all <3

Dear Y/N

I hope this letter finds with a smile on your face, if not then at least with a snack in your hand, if not then get your ass up and grab one, snacks really help with stress

Heard you're not feeling well today?.. I can't relate though, you know I'm the strongest... Just kidding hehe, lets get serious now. Ehem, problems occur every now and then.. it feels like time stopped and you're not making any progress, but remember all of it is part of the process, the process of being a better and stronger version of yourself. Trust the process, let it flow but make sure you're the one who's running the flow. It's not hard if you think about it, just do what you want, just step out of what's restricting you, and you'll find the whole universe waiting for you out there with its miracles.

No one, literally no one can stop you from being the greatest, the strongest ( nah that's me 😎) but you can take second place, I'll allow it.

Listen Y/N, you know I'm here for you, I'll risk it all for you but no one can bring out the best in you expect ; you. You're the only one who can bring yourself up, don't wait for others. It may seem scary at first but once you try, once you take a decision to face your fears and just move forward, you'll feel like a burden was being brushed off of your shoulders. You have to be strong, for you, for your dreams and goals. I have faith in you, you must know that.

And guess what, you know why I always wear my glasses around you? Cuz I'm blinded by your awesomeness, come on you should feel flattered, the strongest sorcerer, the most famous and handsome man on earth; me; your man Gojo Satoru is complimenting you, if my flirting doesn't put a smile on your face then I don't know what would 🙄. Nah hear me out for real, seriously Y/N you're like the sun, you light up other's life , you light up my life. And if I ever had to choose between you or eating kikufuku for the rest of my life, then I'll choose the kikufuku 😋.... Just kidding, don't get offended now , I know you get jealous easily 🫣. You're my favorite dessert Y/N and favorite snack and full-course meal. Happy now?

Keep on smiling Y/N, you know I love your smile.. Keep on going, don't stop untill you achieve your dreams. I'll be home soon, my love, then I'll take you in my arms and suffocate you with my affection and don't you dare complain 😐.

P.S: If you didn't find any snacks, it's because I ate all of them while you were asleep hehe *awkward laugh*. Don't get mad tho I'll bring your favorites with me 👉🏻👈🏻

Stay warm for now and warm up my seat next to you on the couch, I'll be home in one hour.

I love you my grumpy kikufuku ♡

Sincerely,

Gojo Satoru your one and only 🧿🫦🧿

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I'll preface this by saying that I don't by any means begrudge anyone their own personal headcanons or interpretations, but I kinda have to get it off my chest that I'm personally not very comfortable with significant deviations from canon character design on CR, and I really tend to side-eye people who have declared their fanart to be "better".

And sure, some of that is because i'm a cranky old bastard. But some of that is that I also have an animation degree and have studied character design. Creators generally give artists a fair amount of input as to how they want their designs to connote the characters' personalities—not just in terms of clothing or hairstyle, but in the overall shape of the silhouettes and body structures. And in the case of CR in particular, that's coming from a place of much closer familiarity with the characters because the creator is actually going to be embodying them for a fairly long period of time, so when the fan response is heavy deviation from that, I think it can feed into some unhealthy fanon perceptions and projections.

Like, for example, it's not so much that I think fanartists are "disrespecting the creators" or whatever when they keep giving Imogen a sweet little round face and big hips/breasts and cute circular glasses, but I've also studied shape language in art. You're communicating something when you design her this way; if a character's silhouette has a lot of circles, visually that connotes being friendly, sweet, and cute. The person who first suggested drawing her with glasses explicitly said they thought it would look cute—and no shade to them! They can like whatever they want!

But canonically, Imogen is a woman in her 20s who's been dealing with unanswered questions, abandonment, loneliness, and sheer exhaustion from trying to hold back and control powers that she never asked for—and who simultaneously uses those powers even when it isn't necessary if she thinks it'll help her achieve a goal or prove a point. She isn't unfriendly, and she wants to do the right thing, but she's also someone who's consciously chosen to keep to herself for most of her life, and yet simultaneously she's quite adept at persuading and deceiving people. I think we're meant to pick up that sense of world-weariness and cynicism from her angular facial features and thin frame. That's...kind of just how character design works.

I think the trend of disregarding the official art and giving her softer features has had an impact on the perception of Imogen as a character. I see a lot of views of her that really remove a lot of her agency, treating her like she's only ever been a victim of circumstance who's never put a foot wrong. Some fans got pushback for pointing out that it really wasn't cool for Imogen to openly contemplate whether or not the Ruby Vanguard might be right in front of three people who were killed by Otohan, insisting that imogen was just dealing with a lot right then. And yes, she was, but that doesn't mean that the way she was dealing with it doesn't say something about her as a character. I don't know if I'd call it coddling, necessarily (even though perhaps there are some very coddling takes I just haven't seen), but there seems to be some resistance, in some circles, to the idea that Imogen isn't a put-upon martyr. And in those same circles, round friendly-looking glasses-wearing Imogen abounds, to the point of editing the official art itself to "fix it".

Truth be told I'd be willing to bet that the rounder cuter Imogen actually came about because of the initial impression of her, given how much fanon at the start of c3 revolved around poor baby Imogen with her scary nightmares needing the wiser, worldlier Laudna to comfort her and kiss it better, but those visuals also proliferated rather quickly and well beyond past the point where that fanon was feasible anymore, and I think both aspects of that fanon ended up informing each other. It's not lost on me that the rounder and cuter-looking Imogen performs the literal function of sanding down her harder edges.

And like I said, I'm not here to be needlessly negative toward what other people want to do. If you want to draw the characters differently to their official art, I don't think either the cast or the artist are especially offended by it. But I personally dislike it, in part because I think some of these trends are a way for fans to claim a certain amount of ownership over the characters, whether they intend it or not. And the ultimate outcome of that is that when creators inevitably assert their ownership over a deeply personal story in a way that fans don't like, the backlash is much stronger than it reasonably should be, which is something I think the CR fandom has seen often enough not to continue doing as often as it does.

#cr meta #critical role #cr discourse #cr wank #i think chubby jester vs skinny jester also falls into this #and don't get me wrong i 100% support representation of body types and the cast does too #but there's a certain amount of overlap between chubby jester and weird fanwanky c2 stans #it's. usually the folks who cling to fanon art interpretations who get the most angry at the cast when things don't go their way #like i don't have StatsTM or whatever to prove it but i've noticed some trends #also it's always the female characters and particularly laura bailey's characters who get hit with this attitude the most #like! just say you don't like a call laura made! i promise you no one's gonna call 911!

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vivmaek · 2 years

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PART SIX

Harsh aspects to personal planets - Abuse/ neglect from family and loved ones.

Harsh aspects to generational planets - Abuse/ neglect from society and day to day public.

Every emotion can be read in the eyes of a Cancer rising. They try so hard to hide these expressions but that only makes them more obvious.

People with their Moon in the third house deal with a lot of nervous strain, these individuals are very anxious. I’ve noticed that they get labeled as “crazy” because their emotions seem so jumbled and all over the place.

Having Venus placed in the eleventh house at twenty degrees results in having many female friends turn into enemies. People with this placement face a lot of turmoil with their female friends, but also form intensely deep bonds with them. This makes the conflict all the more painful.

Don’t underestimate the investigative qualities of a person who has their Mercury in Virgo. They rarely miss a detail, and will start to question things not because they want to prove someone wrong, but because they’re genuinely confused. They often catch people in lies.

People who have their Saturn in the eleventh house are mainly friends with people born into an older generation.

Having a Libra Jupiter in the sixth house is going to ensure that they move with moral integrity everyday. They never drop their standards. Their reputation at work is immaculate and highly respected.

People who have Mars in the sixth house are attracted to people who can achieve goals alongside them. Getting tasks done together or even chores, is a turn on for these types. They think it's sexy when their partner helps them get the dishes done, literally.

Those who have their Venus in Aries are huge flirts. I don’t even think they realize they’re doing it half the time. Men are very lustful towards women who have this placement. It’s crazy how quickly they attract romantic partners into their lives.

Scorpio placements get jealous fast, you can see it gnawing away at them before they lash out. I think a jealous Scorpio is the most capable of destructive harm, I’ve seen it happen and it's scary to watch. But most likely they’ll just pull off some petty bullshit. They know how to properly irritate people while remaining seemingly unbothered themselves. If a Scorpio friend starts making fun of you out of nowhere and then tries to laugh it off, watch out!

I’ve met a lot of journalists who have significant Scorpio placements, I think it's very common in that field! I’ve looked up a couple famous journalists to see, and I noticed a lot of Scorpio Moons, or Scorpio in the third house.

Having an Aries Midheaven with the North Node in the fourth house is a tough pull between career and home life. They are energized and drawn to the public world, but are needed at home.

If you have Mercury aspecting Pluto within your natal chart and you don’t write, then what are you doing?? These people have the power to transform others through what they’ve written. If verbally expressing some challenging emotions isn’t working for people with this placement, they should write a letter, it will be well received.

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josnhoes · 11 months

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Monster au in twisted wonderland is cute and got me curious on how mating ritual will be when Jack, Silver and maybe Kalim be when they wanted to mate with local human who is confused as hell

Content warnings: none as far as I know

Kalim the kitsune is a being of wealth and power. He's used to things just being as he says it. He's Royalty after all. So when he just announced that you and him were going to be mates to the entire school you confused look and discomfort confused him. Which lead to you avoiding him.

He goes to Jamil, his best friend and servant had to have some sort of answer. Kalim just wasn't expecting the answer to be you have to win them over. He'd never really worked for anything. It came naturally or he bought it. But this sounded fun!

He has no doubt he can win you over. It starts with gifts, ranging from mundane to extravagant. Anything your eyes linger on is given to you. But his affection isn't all shown in a monetary fashion. He spends a lot of time with you too. From playing games, to carpet rides in the night sky, anything he thinks you'd find fun he takes you to do it. The only downside to being courted by Kalim is he wants to move *fast*. You'll have to sit him down and explain how humans court and to slow down; he'll do his best to match the speed you're comfortable with. Even if he whines about it later.

Jack the Gnoll is a bit calmer in how he approaches courting you. The shift from his normal behavior isn't super obvious. He always looked out for you like pack being his friend after all. He wants to ease you into the idea of a relationship with him. He understands everything here is so new and scary for someone as weak as you. No, that isn't an insult, you don't have any of the perks like claws, Fangs, talons, or scales to protect yourself with, not even magic. So objectively speaking, you are weak.

He starts by bringing you meals at lunch. Hearty healthy things that leave you full and warm. He wants to show he can be dependable as a provider. His gifts are practical, blankets, food, soaps for sensitive skin and hair, things you can use that will improve your quality of life.

He is also more protective. He won't mindlessly get into a fight, he'd *try* to intimidate someone away from you if he saw them as a threat first. Though if someone does something after you've said no like dragging you off, or pushing for something he will just throw hands.

He isn't so good with using his words during courting. As confident as his actions are vocalizing his feelings leaves him feeling far too vulnerable. Tell you his intent is the last resort, and he really hopes you just realize what he's doing.

Silver is a Vampire raised and turned by Lilia. His methods and knowledge of courting is a bit old fashioned. Vampires despite living through the changes of the world often find themselves stagnate in behaviors most comfortable to them.

He starts his courting by approaching you and simply asking your permission to begin courting you. Your answer will be respected no matter what. A no? Well he hopes to remain a close friend. Not ready for a relationship yet? Understandable, but when the time comes you are he hopes you'll seek him out. Yes? Well now he is just over the moon.

Vampires are rarely in a rush so the courting is slow paced. Late night walks, simple gifts like flowers and jewelry. He would bring you food but he hasn't eaten a solid food in centuries so he doesn't know what foods would be worthy of you.

He shows his trust in you by sleeping around you. He sleeps a lot yes but he only truly relaxes in his random naps near you. His heart almost stops again when you finally do the same to him.

Silver does his best to help you study too. He doesn't care if you graduate the collage or not but he knows you want to succeed so he does his best to help you achieve your goals.

It's very hard to be clueless of his intentions with how he is, it maybe old fashion but his love is soft. May anyone who harms you in any form pray for mercy from their diety because he has none.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #monster!au

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i see people asking what morro's appeal to the fandom is, and after some thought, i think i realised what it is.

it's the tragedy of his entire story, from start to finish. the helplessness of it all, the grief, the longing, the parts of your past that haunt you forever (ghost pun not intended).

you look at morro and you don't see the big scary monster that the writers painted him as. you see a boy, a child, who spent his entire life pursuing one single goal that was just barely out of reach. you see a child who died for that goal suffocated in toxic fumes, who lost his home and family and safety for that goal.

we don't know why he was cursed. but as if he hadn't been through enough agony, as if the world hadn't broken this child enough, he wound up in a realm flooded with evil. his mind couldn't handle the trauma of what happened. as if he wasn't fixated enough, his desire became stronger.

he wanted nothing more than to prove himself.

you can see it in the way he talks and acts. he doesn't care about taking over. he doesn't care about the preeminent's goals. if anything, dying in that cave on that night made him all the more determined to prove himself worthy.

he had so much anger, so much terrible sadness in him that he didn't know what to do with it. he had to blame someone. the only person he could reasonably reflect his agony onto was sensei wu, the only man to ever help him.

he came back to ninjago years and years later. the person who got the green gi was no more than a little boy, who had never been trained like he was. who never spent years and years of his life pursuing this goal, dedicating everything to it. hell, he didn't even want it?

even his defeat was tragic. you can see him panicking, doing everything he can to escape destiny. destiny will always wrap its chains around him once more though, because he was finally dragged down to the depths. once more, he would fail his goal. once more, he would watch everything he dedicated himself to simply fade away before his very eyes.

he could have saved himself. he could have taken wu's hand, dragged himself onto that dragon and started a new life.

but he didn't want to. i love the “morro takes wu’s hand and redeems himself” aus as much as the next person, but he didn't want to. he made the active decision to shove the crystal in wu's hand and let death take him once more.

because in the end, he'd lost so much that living wasn't worth it anymore. his goal was never going to be achievable. he was never going to be truly happy. he never learned how to stop and appreciate life, how to love himself and reach his true sense of self like the rest of the ninja.

he died before he could reach his true potential, guys. that dragon was not his, it was lloyd’s. he died before he even got the chance.

unlike the ninjago villains both before and after him, morro has genuine emotion and life to his story. he's not bad for the sake of being bad. he's not just another enemy for lloyd garmadon to defeat. he's a kid who got in over his head, who wasted away trying to break free of his own fate. and he failed.

if anyone reading this has seen day of the departed, then you know morro came back only long enough to warn sensei wu of what was coming for him. the other villains immediately picked up their weapons and scurried off to cause mayhem for the sake of it, but morro was different. he changed. he let go of his grief and accepted his role in the world.

he helped the ninja despite his prior hatred for them (although i truly believe it was jealousy fueled by insecurity and grief, not hatred). sure, he taunted wu a little at first, but you could tell that it was nothing more than a little fun. he was a boy again, he was okay again. there was no reason for him to hurt anyone. he's moved on.

no one knows what happened to him in the departed realm, or why he healed and the other villains didn't. i don't think i want to know, though. it doesn't matter. all that matters is the fact that he's better now.

so, yes. unlike the other ninjago villains, morro’s story is so painfully and breathtakingly human. he has emotion and development that no other antagonist like him got to have. or at least, it certainly didn't feel as raw as his did.

#i am so sorry omg 😭 idk what got into me #{ ♡ } nao : ninjago . . .#ninjago #lego ninjago #morro #morro ninjago #morro lego ninjago #sensei wu #wu #morro wu #ninjago season 5 #ninjago possession #lloyd garmadon #ninjago morro #lego ninjago morro #long post #tw long post #does this count as an essay... probably /j

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witchslove · 2 years

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Halloween Party

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You and Wanda spent weeks planning your costumes for Halloween this year. At the last minute, she decides to wear something else.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; smut, bratty bottom!wanda, mirror sex, bathroom sex, strap-on use, dirty talk, spanking, degradation, praise, possessiveness

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You stood in front of the mirror, admiring your costume for Tony and Pepper’s annual Halloween party.

Every year you looked forward to it, a night for you and your closest friends to get together dressed in silly or scary costumes and place bets on who would be the drunkest by the time the party was over.

You and your girlfriend had decided on the color red for your matching costumes and you were both excited to show off what you’d come up with this year.

Wanda was planning on wearing a red unitard paired with pink leggings, a red cape, and a red headpiece, going as what she called a “Sokovian fortune teller.” You were going to color-match with her by dressing up as Sarah from Hocus Pocus. You’d put together a pink-toned corset with lacy red sleeves, a scarlet cape, and a pair of dark, maroon-colored pants - you opted out of wearing a dress for a very specific reason.

The reason you decided against dragging around a long flowy skirt all night long was simple; it was also tucked slightly uncomfortably against your leg. You not only wanted to win the bet by not becoming part of it, but you also knew you’d have fun teasing Wanda all night. Wearing Wanda’s favorite strap to the party would achieve both goals with ease and you were certain you’d both be leaving before it was even midnight.

“Okay, I’m ready!” your girlfriend called out excitedly.

When Wanda walked out in her costume, you frowned. “What are you wearing? I thought we were matching,” you said, eyeing her outfit. She was dressed as Cher from Clueless, wearing yellow, not red, from head to toe. Her skirt was sinfully short, you could almost see the plump cheeks of her ass under the hem.

“You don’t like it? I wanted to surprise you,” she responded, her face falling. You honestly couldn’t tell if her pout was real or if she was just trying to get her way.

“I love it, it’s fucking hot…” you murmured, walking around her to get a better look. “It’s just not what we planned. What happened to the fortune teller? I thought we agreed on red…”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to try this instead since we watched Clueless last week. Maybe you can be my hot stepsister,” she rasped, biting her lip suggestively.

Realization hit you. “Oh, I get it, you’re just being a needy slut for me,” you said, standing in front of her now, your hands coming up to grip her waist. Her breath hitched at the way you spoke to her, this was exactly what she was hoping for. “You sure you want everyone at the party staring at your ass all night? Staring at what’s mine?”

Wanda loved when you got possessive. It made heat pool in her core and it usually led to the most amazing sex between the two of you. She was definitely not going to change her mind now.

“Does that make you mad, baby? The thought of our friends looking at me in this short little skirt?” she teased, bringing her lips close to yours. “Too bad. I’m wearing it.”

With that, she moved away and began to gather her things.

You let her, knowing she was in for a surprise and a punishment later on. You collected your own belongings as well as the cupcakes you promised to bring to the party. The two of you left your apartment and when you reached the car, you put the cupcakes in one of the trunk dividers. You smirked when you noticed Wanda’s other costume still in the backseat, your mind swirling with ideas at the sight of it.

You arrived at the party, greeting your friends as they handed you drinks. Pepper, who was dressed as some sort of blue robot, took the cupcakes to the table of food they’d set up and thanked you for bringing them.

You and Wanda spent about an hour socializing, catching up with your friends and enjoying the music. You tried to ignore the way your blood boiled every time you caught one of the guys staring at Wanda’s ass as she bent over to grab a drink from a cooler or “accidentally” spilled and got on her hands and knees to clean it up.

When Monica decided it was time for party games, you decided to put your plan into motion.

The group gathered around the dining table and you made sure to sit between Nat and Steve, so that there were no empty seats on either side of you. Wanda came over to sit with you, but disappointment flashed across her features at the seats next to you already being taken.

“I can move,” Steve offered, motioning to get up.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, patting your lap. Wanda immediately understood and happily sat down on your lap, enjoying the comfort of your arms around her waist.

The first game started and so did the antics of your drunk friends; it was perfect, they were all too intoxicated and absorbed in the game to notice what you were planning on doing. When it was your turn, you shifted to roll the dice.

That’s when Wanda felt it, a hard bulge pressing against her through your pants. The realization that you were packing made her wet and she almost didn’t notice when it was her turn.

When the game moved on to Steve, she turned to whisper in your ear. “You’re so naughty.”

You didn’t respond, instead reacting to the events of the game. Your goal was to make her desperate, both for your attention and for your cock.

By the time the game was halfway over, it was working. Wanda could barely keep herself from rocking down against the hardness between your legs. She was growing increasingly frustrated with your nonchalant attitude and she knew she was dripping through her panties. When you suddenly thrust your hips upwards, the strap rubbing against her clit, she had to cover up her whimper with a cough.

You continued to tease her until she’d had enough.

The game came to a close, with Nat winning and Clint jokingly accusing her of cheating.

Wanda stood up abruptly. “I’m going to the bathroom,” she said, before walking out of the room. Her sudden announcement left room for concern, so you told everyone you’d go check on her.

You knocked on the bathroom door, listening for a response. “Wands, it’s me.”

The door opened and before you could react, you were pulled into the room and pushed against the wall.

“That was just cruel, what you did out there,” Wanda husked, one of her hands reaching down to toy with the waistband of your pants.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” you lied, enjoying how desperate you knew you were making her.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she said, her hand moving down to grip the strap through your pants. “So are you gonna fuck me with this or not?”

“Right here? In Tony and Pepper’s bathroom?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “You want everyone to hear you moaning for me like a whore? Such a dirty girl.”

She whined, unable to bear any more teasing. She turned around and bent over the sink, giving you a perfect view of her round ass covered only by a lacy thong.

“Fuck Wands… I can’t believe you left the house like this,” you mused, pressing your front against her, letting her feel the hardness of the strap. You delivered a sharp slap to her ass, making her whimper and clutch the edge of the countertop. “Why should I reward you, hm? You’ve been nothing but a brat all night.”

“Please, I need your cock, I’ll do anything,” she begged, crying out as you slapped her other cheek harshly, relishing in the way the soft skin turned red from the impact.

“Anything? I’m gonna hold you to that.” You pulled down the front of your pants, the silicone toy springing free from its confines. You rubbed it against her clothed pussy for a minute, just to tease her even further.

As much as you loved making her wait, making her desperate, you needed to be inside of her just as much as she needed you to fuck her. You pulled the fabric of her panties aside and slid the length of the toy through her wet folds, coating it in her arousal. You brought your hand down to spread copious juices all over the toy, biting back a smile as she pushed her hips back in encouragement.

You grabbed her hips, stilling them, and lined up the toy with her entrance. You slid inside slowly, giving her time to adjust as you buried yourself to the hilt.

She moaned at the feeling of being stuffed full with your cock. You brought a hand to her throat and pulled her head up so she was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror before shoving two fingers into her mouth.

“You have to be quiet, baby, or they’ll hear you,” you said, knowing she probably wouldn’t listen. She would try, but she had always been very vocal about her pleasure. It was one of the many things you loved about her.

You started to move, thrusting into her slowly, her whimpers muffled against your fingers in her mouth.

The distant noise of your friends laughing and mingling was drowned out by the slippery sounds of the toy stretching her out and her cute little whines as you sped up your pace. Wanda knew it wouldn’t take long since she’d been worked up all night, thinking about this moment even while catching up with everyone at the party.

She’d felt your eyes on her every time she bent over, knowing she was riling you up. The thought of anyone but you looking at your girlfriend in such a way made your skin crawl and she used that to her advantage.

With one hand on her hips, gripping her skirt so roughly the seams were ripping, you removed your fingers from her mouth and brought them down to her clit. At this point, you didn’t care if the whole neighborhood heard her.

She moaned loudly when your fingertips rubbed against her, her eyes squeezing shut from the sensations.

“Gonna cum, please, can I?” she panted out, feeling herself dangerously close already.

“Not yet.” It was difficult to deny her, especially with how badly you wanted to see her fall apart for you, but you wanted to drag it out just a little longer.

“Please, Y/N, please, I can’t-” she whined, knowing in a matter of seconds she’d be unable to hold off her orgasm and she didn't want to disappoint you after all the stunts she’d pulled.

“Open your eyes, Wanda,” you cooed, admiring how quickly she did as she was told. “See how pretty you look like this, being such a good little slut for me.”

Your words made her clench hard around the toy. “I can’t hold it, please can I- fuck-” she cut herself off with a moan, her knuckles turning white from gripping the countertop.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, watch yourself cum on my cock,” you said, speeding up your movements and bottoming out with every thrust.

Not even a moment later, waves of pleasure racked her body and there was no doubt her high-pitched moans could be heard over the music and chatter of the party.

She couldn’t keep her eyes open as she came and you weren’t mad about it, completely mesmerized by the sight of her before you. You had a perfect view of her slick pussy wrapped around the toy, her ass up, cheeks still red from your slaps, and her face in the mirror’s reflection scrunched up in pleasure, mouth hung open to scream your name.

You slowed your thrusts as she came down and let her catch her breath before pulling out. She whined at the emptiness, her eyes fluttering open and meeting yours in the mirror. “If that was a punishment, I’m never being good again,” she husked.

You chuckled at her words before looking down at her skirt, which was slightly ripped now and hanging off of her body. “I don’t know, I think ruining your costume was enough of a punishment for now,” you mumbled, playing with the torn fabric in your hands.

“What?!” she exclaimed, looking down and pouting at what she saw. “You did this on purpose…”

“Believe me, I considered it. But I actually didn’t mean to, I promise…” you said with a laugh. “Are you really complaining right now?”

She shot you a playful glare. “No, but how am I supposed to go back out there like this?”

You smirked, already having her saving grace in mind. “Your other costume is in the car, I’ll go get it and bring it up. Just stay here for now,” you said, kissing her quickly before tucking the strap back into your pants.

You left the bathroom, heading out through the living room where you were met with knowing looks and teasing comments from your friends.

When you and Wanda eventually reentered the party together, it was in matching costumes like you’d originally planned and you smiled at how everything worked out.

And when the two of you got home that night, Halloween costumes were the last thing on your mind, long forgotten on the floor of your shared bedroom.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x y/n #bottom wanda maximoff #top reader #alexa writes #kinktober

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liquidstar · 3 months

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wait speaking of getting isekia'd via truck, a couple weeks back me and a friend on were talking abt portal fantasy/isekai tropes (mostly bc i was infodumping abt rz again), and it made me think abt a fun concept for an ocverse. tho its possible similar things have been done obvs with just how inflated the genre is, just hear me out OK

story starts in the normal world, with a typical Nerdy Guy going about his daily life, expositing about how he feels bored and longs for adventure and magic, just like in all of his favorite media. as he's crossing the street, distracted by his mobile game, he doesn't notice The Truck(tm) coming straight towards him. except he's not hit by it- he's pushed out of the way in the last second, saved by a passing girl who gets hit in his place. this is who the story is about now.

mc gets sent to that sort of intermediary dimension that some isekai have, where she meets the Goddess Lady or whatever that was in charge of the whole isekai situation. goddess lady proceeds to freak out, because she nabbed the wrong person, and she's going to be in SO MUCH TROUBLE. she starts questioning the mc, only to find out that this kid has a good social life, does well in school, is in sports, and has barely ever played a video game. basically the opposite of the socially introverted, underachieving, repressed, genre-aware guy she was supposed to have reincarnated. for the sake of fulfilling somekinda hero prophesy or whatever. and the mc kinda bargains to be sent to the fantasy world anyway bc, well, its that or death i guess. so the two of them kinda have to team up to course-correct this mix-up.

mc is kinda given a list of tasks to do that basically mirror how a typical story like this Would Go, expected to fall in line with the tropes in order to achieve the ultimate goal, but kinda ends up failing at all of them... or not? failing backwards, maybe. doing it in a way different from how its meant to go- using the wrong formula, but somehow getting the right solution. while sort of continuing to question the insanity of the whole situation, and the nature of this whole fantasy world. just fucking up all the tropes.

but a layer i'd wanna add on top of all that is the fact that the hero prophesy (or whatever) called for a man. so upon arriving to this new world, the mc is basically put into a "gender swapped" body and... doesnt seem to mind. this isnt an uncommon isekai trope either, but i hardly see it tackled with much care to really explore whole Gender Thing beyond gags about the "mismatch" (which can be in poor taste) or the conclusion that "well because their Body is now this gender, their gender identity changes to match" which i feel is a pretty shallow and binary take-away to draw abt bodies and identity.

but i think there can be more to explore w the prospect if you actually wanna get into gender stuff. in this case, i'd particularly wanna get into the idea of imposter syndrome. the main character was not MEANT to be... the main character. seen as a phony fighting tooth and nail to meet expectations, and constantly fumbling. not a real hero, or a real man. but its meant to be an act anyway, so why does that bother her? it was like that back on earth too, trying as hard as possible to be the perfect girl. a good social life, does well in school, is in sports.... but that good girl thing always felt fake too. or desperate. what was she trying to prove? how long as this BEEN bothering her, actually? why does it feel easier to breathe in this body, despite everything? the way this whole act makes her happy is scary, because its fake isn't it? but wait, which part was fake? the before or after? is it all fake? isn't this all just a mistake?

was it really a mistake? who is more heroic; a guy too focused on a mobile game to pay attention to those around him, or the person who risked their life to save a stranger? but the hero prophesy was for a "man," right? what does that even mean?

#the end is all questions bc if i ever did anything w this i would want to explore them basically #i dont know if i ever WILL its mostly just a concept im throwing out there for rn. brainstorming #but i think it could be fun #the only other isekai/portal fantasy type ocverse i have is the one w the dream traveling ocs. i wanna get back to them also #so many small oc projects that ive posted abt very briefly but i have not forgotten abt any of them i still think abt it #same w this even if i never really elaborate more on it im sure the idea will stay in my head #its obviously very much in its first draft baby phase rn a lot of ironing out the creases to do if i did wanna follow up in some way #like again its basically just a concept i dont have concrete characters or worldbuilding or anything just ideas. thata all

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Just Enough (NSFW)

Jonathan Crane x Plus Size Gender Neutral Reader

You've always fantasized about Jon and his Scarecrow persona...well...what if he felt the same?

CW: dead dove, talk about getting dosed with fear toxin, Jon being creepy and scary, bit of non-con if you look at it but nothing explicit.

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Do you feel a little bit bad that you are attracted to Jonathan while he's in his full scarecrow costume? Well...no...but you probably should, which does make you feel bad.

It's no secret that Jon is a slight man, and his figure, while attractive to you, is not exactly intimidating when dressed in his sweater vests and khakis. But when donning his alter ego? He drapes himself in flowing, dark fabric that hides him, making you see shapes, limbs, even faces where they aren't there. It builds him up, even makes him intimidating.

His fingers are extend into needles which look like claws, to you. It makes you fantasize about how they would feel...tracing along your body...pressing into your skin. And his mask...it's a grim visage with deep, dark buttons for eyes and an eerie smile stitched in blood-colored thread.

All of that together would make most people run, even without the knowledge of who The Scarecrow is. But you? You've found yourself crossing your legs more often than not as he starts getting ready to head out. You usually lounge around, wearing a comfortable set of pajamas and watching him don his terrifying (sexy) garb, trying to babble away about any inane thing so he can't tell how much you want to jump his bones.

Tonight is a bit different. Jonathan doesn't know it, but you have something pretty for him under your usual comfy clothes. He hasn't told you of any plans to go out, so you are hoping that he will return from work, collapse, and let you spoil him for a bit. He does work so hard, and you would love to give him a nice treat. And maybe...you could bring up something you've been wanting to try for a bit.

You return from your daydreaming to your current focus, lazily stirring the chicken stew you have put together and making sure there are no burned bits on the bottom. The slight chill outside is making you feel like you need to take care of the handsome, skinny Professor. He must be freezing.

And with that thought, you hear the jangle of keys being inserted clumsily into the front door. You smile and turn the burner to low heat, giving the stew one last stir and tapping the spoon on the edge before laying it down. You wipe your hands and hurry to the living room just as Jon opens the door.

"Jon! Hi! Welcome back!" You do your best to not immediately run into his arms.

He looks a bit haggard, shaking off the bits of snow from his coat, but he also looks invigorated. His eyes glow with excitement. "Darling!" You blush. "I have had the most wonderful idea for a target for my fear toxin. It must be done tonight but I think-"

You don't catch the rest of his sentence, feeling yourself collapse a bit in defeat. His sentence ends and you manage to get out, "That's great Jon!" Before turning to go back to the kitchen, trying to hide your irrational tears.

It wasn't like he promised to be available tonight, so the only person who let you down tonight is yourself. You shouldn't hype yourself up with plans when you know he has goals that he has to achieve. It's time to start being more realistic, especially with Jon as a partner. He would understand your feelings, but would be more annoyed by them than anything.

As you hear him set down his briefcase and meander around the living room, you let a few tears fall before wiping them away and trying to get yourself in order.

"I-I made chicken stew, Jon! If you want some!! It looked cold out there."

Jon's voice responds, too close and right behind you, "Sounds delicious."

You jump, involuntarily, causing a bit of the hot soup to splash on your hand. A hiss leaves you as the sting registers, reddening the back of your hand.

Jon tuts and turns you around, immediately inspecting your hand gently. He grabs a paper towel and wipes the soup off, holding it up to the light and turning it to and fro. He nods at it, almost to verify that you aren't seriously injured. "I'm sorry, dear, I just wanted to see you a bit afraid." His smile is wolfish. "You know I would never hurt you without your consent first."

He winks, and you can't help the blush that takes over your face. One of his hands comes up to lightly brush your cheek, and it makes you want to swoon a bit. At first, you think maybe he is just trying to comfort you after your injury, but then you realize that he is tracing the tear tracks that must be visible, moving his thumb up and down, his brow furrowing.

"I have to do this, tonight, darling. And I'll be back, don't worry." You can't escape his gaze, and your blush deepens a bit further when you realize that he knows why you are upset in the first place. Of course he does, it's his job to read people.

You nod, still a bit sad that your plans won't work but happy that he at least is acknowledging your feelings. "I understand." His brow stays furrowed, and he opens his mouth like he is about to argue, but you cut him off. "Really! I do. I...I want you to succeed, Jon. Your work is important to you and you are important to me."

He seems to at least be placated by your answer, releasing your cheek and moving to hold both of your hands instead. Silence takes over for a bit, both of you unsure how to change the subject. You start, unsure of what he wants you to do tonight. "Would you like me to stay up? I can wait until you get ba-"

He vehemently shakes his head, cutting you off. "Don't worry, I may be out late. Go to bed at your usual time and get a full night's rest."

He releases your hands from his gentle hold, clapping his own together. "Well! I must have some of this stew and then head out to work. You are right, it was cold out there," he admits with a sheepish grin.

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Watching Jonathan get ready to go was even more taxing than usual today, knowing that you had lingerie underneath your clothes the whole time. The temptation to tear them off, showing him what he would miss by leaving you here tonight...maybe timing it so he would be in his full scarecrow costume...

It had you fantasizing and looking off in the distance instead of prattling on as usual. Jonathan may have noticed this, as he reached out with one gloved hand, a needle extending to gently press right into the softness under your chin. Even if you weren't paying attention before, you are now. You try not to breathe too heavily, knowing that even a slight prick could have you seeing visions for hours.

"You'll be good and go to bed on time for me? Hmm?" His voice is deeper, lower, when he's in the mask. It comes out whispered, like he wants you to lean in to hear him and pierce yourself on his needle. Your thighs subtly shift together.

You would nod...but that's probably not the best idea. "O-of course, Jon. I'll go to bed on time, for you."

His needle clad finger retracts, and he reaches over to find his cloak, placing it over his shoulders in a sweeping motion. "Good. I'll be back soon."

And with what seems to be a swish of his cloak, a bathing of your vision in darkness, he's gone.

Thank God.

If you weren't going to get any direct action from him tonight, especially after he seemed to be more loving than usual, then you needed to find relief in other ways before bed. Having his hands on you and knowing that it would lead nowhere tonight was torture.

You hum to yourself, stripping off your clothes and looking at what you had picked out in the mirror. A burnt orange babydoll shift, in his colors. The sheer, silky fabric hits just right at the midpoint of your hips, which allows the tiny panties you had on to peek through. So much discomfort, if you're being honest, was worth at least a bit of enjoyment, even if it's just on your part.

Suddenly a chill moves through you, once you are only in your lingerie. Someone's here, your body is telling you. They're in the window. You glance at the window...and see nothing. Shaking your head and trying to convince yourself not to look, (this is how people die in horror movies!), you walk slowly over to the window to check, pulling back the sheer curtains.

You see nothing there. Chuckling, reminding yourself that you are on the 8th floor and the fire escape is so flimsy you would hear someone breathing on it...you walk away. But the nervousness doesn't fade as it should. It sits, uneasy, in the depths of your body.

It works for you, in an odd way. Maybe Jon had a point about the intersection between fear and pleasure...because your nipples had pebbled in the cold air near the window and the chill you experienced from the fear. It makes them sensitive to the silky fabric encasing your chest.

Finalizing your preparations, you pull back the comforters, set down two massive towels, and turn the lights off, leaving only one lamp on your bedside table.

Settling back against the pillows, you reach for a silky bag you keep in your bedside drawer. The toy encased inside is lovingly maintained, batteries replaced and the outside sanitized after each session.

The bottle of lube is opened by your hands, carefully measuring out a perfect portion and running them up and down the main shaft of the toy. Your mind drifts, already thinking about Jonathan. You imagine it's him you are running your hands over and an involuntary sigh of his name leaves your mouth.

The fire escape creaks.

Ending all prep work as your heart drops to your stomach, you freeze and your muscles stiffen. Carefully placing the toy down, you walk slowly over to the window again, feeling your heart beat in your throat.

Step. Beat.

Your hands grab the curtain and yank it back, trying to stare into the inky blackness of a Gotham night. And you, again, see nothing. The howling of the wind outside picks up, and your eyes are drawn to a slightly loose panel of the fire escape as it clanks, metal on metal.

You must be on edge tonight, being alone, you tell yourself. There is no reason to think that anyone would be coming for you. Jonathan must just...be in your head. Maybe he did prick you with some fear toxin earlier...or maybe it's just hard for your brain to focus on anything when he's not near.

Tired of standing by the coldness seeping out of the window and hugging yourself to stay warm, you make your way back to your bed. Your eyes fall on your toy...right.

And suddenly, a wave of warmth takes the place of the coldness. You had finished lubing it up before, so all that was left to do was to prepare yourself.

Laying down right in the middle of your towels, you sigh as a hand traces over your chest. You see thin, clever fingers doing the work in your mind's eye.

Jonathan. You sigh again.

The wind howls, the fire escape creaks, and you ignore it. Your thoughts are consumed with your love, instead.

Running your hands down the sheer fabric encasing your body, hearing his gorgeous voice in your mind, "My colors encasing your form...does that make you mine?"

Your hands grip at the softer flesh of your hips like he would, digging your nails in and gasping. "Yes Jonathan!"

Another creak, but you don't even notice it this time.

Desperately, you reach for the toy, surprisingly keyed up tonight and already ready for it. (You try not to think about Jon's theories any more). Pushing aside the fabric covering you, you tease around with the toy and your own fingers for a bit, moaning and wanting to be filled, soon.

You are so, so desperate, that you don't even notice the window opening. Maybe it was the hum of the toy vibrating...maybe it was the expert way that the perpetrator knew the window. But either way, you don't see a shape moving in the dark.

You gently ease the toy in, letting out a groan of Jon's name. "Jon, please!"

The shape gracefully keeps to the shadows, pausing when your groan reaches its ears. It stops, then, watching as you fill yourself slowly, letting out mumbles of nonsense around your pretty sounds.

You get a feeling that something is watching you, somewhere in the back of your mind. But, as you've gotten that feeling all night, you ignore it, favoring the pleasure coursing through your veins as you manage to work the entire length of the toy into you with a gasp.

Deciding that Jonathan would tease you, you let it still for a second, and then your mind imagines him filling you, asking you what you want around your moans.

"What do you want? You are so desperate, I can't understand you. Use your words, darling."

"Jonathan, please, move!"

And just as you begin to pull the toy out of you, the shape pounces out of the dark.

With expertise, the shape finds your mouth quickly, silencing your scream. The feel of its body surrounds you, a cloak and sharp claws are what you feel against your skin as you kick and struggle.

And then, a singular claw finds its way to the soft underside of your chin. Your mind jumps back to only an hour earlier, when your lover pulled the same move...

You pause, for just a moment. "J-Jon?"

A dark chuckle reaches your ears. "Clever mouse."

Expecting him to move the needle away, you are instead surprised to hear his breathing pick up as he traces it down your body, digging into your flesh just enough to not break it. You can't see his actual eyes in his mask, but you notice how his head angles towards where the toy landed on the towels. His mask snaps right back to where that toy was only moments ago. "I noticed, you know." His voice rumbles out.

You are a bit dazed. Pleasure, fear, pleasure, fear, pleasure...it's left your mind floating, especially since Jon is actually here, now. His needle traces over your nipple and it makes you squeak out in response: "W-what?"

Another chuckle, and suddenly you feel the rough texture of his mask against your cheek as he leans in to whisper. "I noticed, all those times you wanted to fuck me in my Scarecrow costume."

He pulls back, and you can't help your reaction to his voice, clenching around nothing and watching his mask angle to take it in. Hoping you didn't somehow make him uncomfortable, after the initial onslaught of warmth from his words, you try to explain yourself, "Oh, Jon, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

He cuts you off by carefully gripping your chin with his gloved hand so his needles don't pierce it, forcing your mouth to meet his. A deep groan emanates from his throat, making him pull apart from you after he ravaged your mouth. "Dear, do not apologize. I am delighted you find me attractive in this form, for you see..."

He rests his chin on your shoulder, hugging you to him tightly and whispering into your ear, "...you are my perfect test subject for a theory about my toxin."

You balk a bit, "T-test subject?" Trying to get out of his hold, he instead keeps you close, chuckling.

"Please, darling, let me explain. For you, at least, I'll need...informed consent." If you could see his face through his mask, you can tell he would be smirking by the tone of his voice. The needle continues tracing your body, moving to your ass and digging slightly into the soft flesh, making Jonathan pause. "God, I've been thinking about piercing you here for ages, now. Testing how the toxin causes reactions when injected in different areas of your... delectable form."

But the needle keeps moving and he continues his explanation, as well. "You have been paying attention to my lectures about fear and lust, haven't you pet?" You nod, unable to use your voice as his needle is tracing up and down your soft side, paying special attention to your hip. "Good." You shiver as his usual baritone deepens, and Jonathan lets out an exhale of air to show his amusement.

"All of my theories are, so far, theories...at least where my toxin is concerned. But seeing you so eager to...what is the term...jump my bones in my cloak and mask made me consider a new experiment." Your whole body is keyed up thanks to the low sound of his voice and his needle tracing the softness at your belly, picking up the silky fabric with it.

"You see, I need to test my theories, and I need a subject that is not only attracted to me, but that I am attracted to as well." His mask nuzzles into your neck, "And you obviously fit the criteria, my pretty crow." His hips press against you from behind, causing you to moan as you feel his cock hardening already.

Another chuckle can be heard from behind his mask, "And you have already given me wonderful notes to start with, haven't you?" He grinds against your ass, making you whimper and causing his hands to dig deeper into your hips, careful to avoid his needles, "Calling my name while so afraid of what was outside your window. Were you really that desperate for me?"

You nod, "J-Johnathan, please! I've been ready for you all night." He groans, and then he suddenly moves your body so you are facing him. When you try to get closer, he once again presses a singular needle into the softness of your chin, keeping you at bay. He pushes up with it, forcing you to look up at him to avoid being pierced.

His voice comes out of the mask, flustered, "W-we'll keep you in the apartment. I don't need anyone else seeing what is mine." The last word comes out in a growl, his needle moving from your chin to the side of your neck. You obediently keep looking up at him.

His voice struggles with the next sentence, seeming to be affected by your gaze. "T-this will give us the best results, and I-I'll start with a low dose." He gathers himself, more sure, "What do you say, pet?"

Your mind struggles, trying to consider what this truly entails. His fear toxin isn't a joke, it has seriously injured people in the past...and even if it is a low dose, you know you'll be out of your mind, not even yourself for a while.

His mask gazes down at you, unfeeling, unreadable, but you can hear his breathing. He's trying to keep it subtle, but he's gasping for air, already desperate for you and this as much as you are for him. And...as much as Jonathan is terrifying...if he truly thinks you are in danger, you have enough trust in him to stop you and possibly administer an antitoxin. It will hurt him, but he will do it. You just have to trust him.

"Jonathan..." You look unsure. He gently traces the needle up and down your neck, making you shiver. "Pretty crow, I need a concrete answer." Convincing yourself, you reach up to grab his hand.

"Yes. I'll do it. Just...treat me gently."

If you could see behind his mask, you would see his face practically split in two by his grin. "Excellent. And don't worry."

You feel the sting of his needle as it pierces your neck. "I'll give you just enough to make you whimper for me."

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So yeah. uhhhh lemme know what you think lol

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theambitiouswoman · 1 year

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How To Stop Imposter Syndrome

Imposter Syndrome is when individuals doubt their accomplishments or skills and fear being exposed as a fraud. People with imposter syndrome feel like they are not good enough or capable enough, even when evidence suggests otherwise. They often attribute their success to luck or external factors rather than their own abilities, and fear that they will be discovered as a fraud.

Imposter syndrome usually develops in response to various situations, such as:

Entering a new job or position: Starting a new job or position can be challenging and may trigger feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt.

Receiving recognition: Achieving success or receiving recognition for accomplishments can trigger imposter syndrome, as individuals may feel like they don't deserve the praise or recognition.

Facing challenges: Facing challenges or obstacles can trigger feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy, especially if individuals feel like they are not capable of overcoming the challenges.

Comparing to others: Comparing oneself to others can contribute to feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt, especially if individuals feel like they don't measure up to others.

Imposter syndrome is a common experience that many people face. You deserve everything good that life gives you including the things you have worked for.

There are several reasons why people may experience imposter syndrome, including:

High standards: Individuals with imposter syndrome tend to set high standards for themselves and may feel like they are not living up to their own expectations.

Perfectionism: People with imposter syndrome often have unrealistic expectations of themselves and feel like they need to be perfect in order to be successful.

Early experiences: Childhood experiences, such as being told they weren't good enough or being compared to others, can contribute to feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt.

Some things you can do to stop feeling like an imposter:

Recognize the feelings: The first step in overcoming imposter syndrome is to recognize and acknowledge the feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy.

Reframe negative thoughts: Instead of focusing on negative thoughts and beliefs, try to reframe them in a more positive light. Remind yourself of your accomplishments and strengths.

Take action: Take action towards your goals, even if it feels uncomfortable or scary. Taking action can help build confidence and reduce feelings of self-doubt.

Celebrate successes: Celebrate your successes, no matter how small. Recognize your accomplishments and give yourself credit for your hard work.

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August Month Ahead PAC

Hello, lovelies! Today I have a reading about the month to come.

Your current self Ace of Swords

You’re in the midst of a realization. Your mind is clear for the first time in a while. Your thoughts are sharp and your conscience is clear. You’re being honest with yourself about your desires and unique challenges.

The theme of the month Queen of Swords

Put aside your usual compassion and empathy, and focus on the objective facts. This month is all about putting emotion aside and making unbiased judgements. Achieving more independence is also a large theme.

A key goal to pursue Seven of Cups

The key goal for this month is going to be to stop fantasizing and daydreaming about the life you could have. The time has come to ignore distractions and actively pursue what you want in life. You have many choices before you, even if you don’t recognize them. However, now is the time to pick one and stick with it.

An obstacle to overcome Temperance

There is something out of balance in your life, and it’s causing you stress and anxiety. You don’t currently have a long-term plan, which leads to you not having a sense of purpose. As with the other cards in this spread, there is a calling for choosing a path and sticking with it.

A major accomplishment Death

A major accomplishment this month is going to be a major change. Once you’ve chosen your path, and start moving towards your goal, things will naturally change in your life. Your life will transform. This is exactly what you need. There is also a need for you to let go of unhealthy attachments.

What to avoid Ace of Cups

As your life begins to change, it will be important not to let your nostalgia make you view this as a bad thing. As new things flow into your life, old things will flow out. This is not a bad thing. Don’t view this as a loss. This is a new beginning.

What to embrace Page of Cups

Embrace new ideas as they come to you. Embrace inspiration as it comes. This will help you to keep moving forward in your goals. Embrace also new adventures, as they will open many doors for you this month.

Where to find support The Tower

Find support in the solid foundation of your life. Change is a normal part of life, but it can be scary at times. Your old way of life is no longer useful to you, and so it is time to tear down your tower and start building a new one.

Advice and encouragement Two of Swords

Making life decisions is always scary and difficult. There is the uncertainty of the future, coupled with feeling the loss of your old way of life. However, making this choice will strike a new balance in your life. When you’re having difficulty with making this choice, be sure that you aren’t intentionally blinding yourself to the end results for fear of change.

Your current self Six of Pentacles

You’ve recently been in a place of hardship, but the tides are starting to turn in your favor. The hardship is beginning to ease up. You’re beginning to feel like you can breathe again.

The theme of the month The World

The theme of this month is fulfillment. You’ve been putting in so much effort and it’s starting to pay off. You’re starting to see relief from your hardship in a big way. The world is now open to you.

A key goal to pursue Strength

This month, try to have compassion, not just for others, but for yourself. You’re resilient and strong, use that to your advantage this month. These traits are just as useful in good times as they are in bad times. Move forward knowing that you can accomplish whatever you set your mind to.

An obstacle to overcome Eight of Cups

You are transitioning from your time of hardship. You’re leaving your troubles behind. And yet, there’s a lingering fear of change. You don’t want to stay in the bad situation you were in, but it was familiar. Remember that change happens when we need it most.

A major accomplishment King of Cups

This month, you will achieve a balance between your heart and your head. Work towards acknowledging and feeling your emotions without letting them take over. Use your inner wisdom to help strike the perfect balance in your life. You know what you need. When encountering negativity, trust your judgment.

What to avoid Eight of Wands

Avoid making hasty decisions, especially ones based on emotion alone. Be patient as these changes in your life happen. Seeking to rush them along may lead to unexpected consequences. On a similar note, don’t allow yourself to lose momentum. Things will happen as they are meant to, even if you can’t see the purpose yet.

What to embrace The Devil

Embrace freedom. You are the one ultimately in control of your life. You may feel bound, but those binds are imaginary. When you’re feeling impatient or stuck this month, do something nice for yourself. A little indulgence now and then can help keep a positive mindset.

Where to find support Seven of Wands

Find support within yourself this month. Protect your energy. Stand up for your beliefs. As you transition to a better place in your life, there may be people around you who try to bring you back down. Protect yourself from this. You are so strong, you are fully capable of defending your position.

Advice and encouragement Wheel of Fortune

The tides are turning around for you. Your bad times are coming to an end, with good times coming to replace them. Enjoy this time to its fullest. You never know how long they will last. The Wheel is always turning. For the time being, luck is with you. Things will get better from here.

Your current self Four of Swords

You have retreated after a time of hardship. You’re using this time to gather new strength to move forward. This is also a time of rest and reflection for you. Now is the time for a break as you work on inner healing and preparing for the next phase of your life.

The theme of the month The Hanged Man

The theme of this month is gaining a new perspective. This is not a time to rush into anything new. Rather, take the time to properly sort through your past and make amends with the things that have happened. Don’t let those things bog you down in the future.

A key goal to pursue Seven of Pentacles

This month, it’s important to put in the hard work necessary to reap the rewards you want later. Keep the satisfaction of watching your crops grow in mind. No matter the nature of the difficult period you’ve just been through, try to take something away from it. Whether it’s knowledge that you’re strong enough to overcome obstacles, or learning from a mistake.

An obstacle to overcome Ten of Cups

Your idealized image of a happy home and of comfort is broken. You feel distance where you want closeness. Your hopes for happiness fell through. You may feel separation and isolation. You may even have discord in your close connections. Work through these feelings. This is not an end for you.

A major accomplishment Ace of Pentacles

You’re entering into a new financial opportunity. Work will be required to bring this to fruition, but it’s a great opportunity. Your hard work will make sure that you’re psychologically ready to enter into this opportunity. Make sure that your mindset is right for the stability and prosperity this opportunity has the potential to bring in.

What to avoid Six of Swords

Don’t let the discomfort of this period draw you into returning to the troubled past. Likewise, don’t let the discomfort lead you to run away from your problems. Working through them now will save you trouble in the future. Don’t let yourself feel that you’re being forced to move on before you’re ready.

What to embrace The Sun

Embrace joy and warmth. As you work through the issues of the recent past, allow yourself to be comforted by happy moments. As you work through things, you will become more and more confident. Embrace this confidence, it’s well earned!

Where to find support Five of Pentacles

Find support in the positive changes in your life. You’re recovering, overcoming adversity. You’re creating a life you feel welcomed in. Your period of isolation is coming to an end. The worst is over, but you can’t expect things to change overnight.

Advice and encouragement Page of Pentacles

You have everything you need within you to turn things around. You’re ambitious and grounded. You know what you want now, and you can work towards it knowing that you’re diligent enough to see it through. Remain inspired, continue to lay the groundwork for what you want.

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What Their Personality Is Like | Pick A Pile

Masterlist

Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

Pile 2:

If they care about someone or something they’ll carry it with pride and be incredibly careful with it, preventing any loss of said thing.

Pile 3:

Your future spouse is someone who can easily get carried away with someone, they are someone who are really popular, at least in their school career, possibly their work career.

They are confident and love people’s attention and care a lot about people, although they find it difficult to express emotions and tell people how they feel, how much people care about them.

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PJO pick-a-card reading

Thalia Grace; How to be brave

this anon requested a reading for guidance and encouragement to harness the bravery needed to pursue dreams and desires in earnest without fear.

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When you face challenges, or come upon opportunities that speak to you but fear and anxiety speak louder, focus on what is on the other side of that which you dread. Who is the version of you that managed to overcome this? What does their life look like? What aspects have changed for the better? Then push yourself beyond the first, second and third save point. It becomes easier to move forward when you're looking to the horizon when what lies in your immediate surroundings frightens you or makes you hesitant. Treating scary steps as though you are just passing through on your way elsewhere will help you through it. Making that phone call, sending that text message or email may be a little nerve-wracking, but if you focus in the moment only on the purpose of it and the outcome rather than worrying about your wording, the reception, and whatever else your nerves may conjure up, you will get through the daunting task with more ease. After all, you're only passing through.

Another thing to note is that what works for others may not work for you, and this makes you no anomaly. It's normal, and you are not flawed. We all come upon situations and circumstances wherein the tried and true simply does not compute. Do not underestimate your problem solving abilities, and do not sell yourself short. Sometimes it is only you who truly understands the nuance and intricacies of your challenges, the potential consequences, and applying a one-size-fits-all solution could work against what it is that you want.

When your soul yearns for independence, act independently. Sometimes you must do what you must, even if the odds are stacked against you and the crowd is booing, not cheering. Prove them wrong. Choose to live the life you wish to lead regardless of the naysayers and their ideas of what is best for you. And remember that changing your mind is okay. If today your best life looks different from what it will look like a week from now, you are not wishy-washy, undecided, unreliable or incompetent, but a human being experiencing a change of heart and mind, generating new ideas and finding your own way. Your dreams are only as unrealistic as you consent others to judge them.

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You really ought to give laughing in the face of fear a try. It might just be menacing enough to scare it right back. Even if you already find yourself rather capable, you still do not give yourself enough credit, and you could easily push yourself further. You may hold back sometimes when you're caught up in worries about the consequences or the prospect of wasting time, but you could truly harness fear as a fuel. The life you wish to lead, once achieved, could inspire others and keep them from paralysis by uncertainty. Train yourself to say yes more often, and jump in head first precisely when you feel yourself hesitate and think you can't do it. Because you can. Within reason, it's perfectly okay to be a little reckless.

The journey should be equally revered as the destination itself, and it is the journey which has much to teach you. The more you leap into free fall to seize opportunities that further your pursuit of what you want, the less scary that dive into the unknown becomes, until it's not very frightening at all. When you feel doubtful of whether you're even headed in the right direction, continue onwards still, because chances are you have wonders and treasure troves of experience and knowledge to uncover from right where you are at the time and just around the corner. You can make necessary adjustments and changes along the way without fretting so much about whether it's the best choice. Fear of failure or a phobia of square one is only as scary as you let it affect you, and you can make use of that fear as motivation to fuel your pursuit of your goals.

Keep in mind that you don't need to be perfect right away. Everybody faces some trial and error, and there are many things we can only learn along the way, things exist which we couldn't have prepared for, so don't be so hard on yourself and think you don't have a green light because your plan is vague at best and missing information. The more you journey onwards and allow yourself to choose to live life as you desire every step of the way, the more times you'll face these trials which test your ability and tenacity to always choose what is in your best interest and aligned with your wishes, and the easier it becomes to work around push yourself to go and trust that you can handle whatever curveballs are thrown your way.

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Considering what all you've been through, you're already quite brave, though you give yourself no such credit, do you? Media often shows bravery in the extremes, and for someone so gentle it may feel outlandish to give yourself such a title. But bravery can be quiet, and it can be found in the smallest acts of kindness and our little sacrifices for the peace and comfort of others. When we taken on burdens of our fellow people, we are as brave as we are strong and kind, taking on more than our fair share.

You may struggle finding a spot in the sun amongst others, and worry you take up too much space or cast a shadow on another. Pursuing the things you wish upon yourself can often be an afterthought because you think so heavily on your duties of being there for others first, and get hung up on imagined chain reactions, paralysed by the idea that your moves may step on toes or simply allow you to share a spotlight with those you find more deserving. You should be kinder to yourself. And perhaps your best bet would be to embrace the shadows and work towards your goals quietly. When you're already fighting your own doubts, you should keep some things secret lest you invite the conscious or subconscious doubts of others into the mix. At least you stand a chance against just yours, so don't add more players to the opposing team before you're well on your way to achieve your goals and have something to show for to weed out any semblance of doubt in others before they grow roots.

If you have trouble taking the first step towards your desires, consider riding the dopamine waves from smaller, even more mundane achievements, and let it be the wind in your sails. Listen to guidance and ask for help when you need it, but know that you need not let it overrule your own ideas of how to proceed. Just as with tarot, take what resonates and leave what does not, and always trust your inner guidance. Your journey is yours, and the life you wish to lead should be built by your own hand to have your unique fingerprints on it, so fret not if you wish to do things differently than others who already have their success stories. Remember that there is no rush and you can take things one step at a time. You will always be equally behind and ahead of others so never worry that it's too late for you to do something. The impact of your achievements upon others who have and are struggling like you can yield priceless inspiration, so that they, too, may decide to follow their dreams because you showed them you could and they could too.

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