#open closed principle

[spite-and-waffles]

"Why do you want Jason to keep killing and why are you so down on Bruce for not killing the Joker?? Do you really think vigilantes should take it on themselves to kill people?"

I think that wealth hoarding is an act of brutality, crime is the result of systemic violence and is also a social construct, legality has nothing to do with morality, and all cops are bastards. I think anything that tries to "fight crime" instead of addressing its systemic causes is copaganda, and society's most heinous atrocities on a mass scale is inflicted by the pen pushers in mega corporations and government, in perfectly legal ways. I think that it is the very function of the state as an entity to create marginalization and poverty. I think that having minors as sidekicks, super-powered or not, is reckless child endangerment.

But we have decided to fuck all of that and agree to the conceits of the Batverse, i.e cops are good but underpaid and underfunded, billionaire philanthropy is a thing that exists and Bruce's wealth isn't directly correlated to Gotham's poverty and crime, child superheroes are fine, and Batman doesn't permanently maim or accidentally kill people on a regular basis.

But Batman still doesn't ever resolve anything. Arkham and Blackgate both have revolving doors, organized crime still flourishes. The Joker regularly gets out and murders hundreds of people before being corralled and taken in. Rinse, repeat. It's the same unending grind of real life, except nothing works like real life. Whom is this empowering? Where is the satisfaction or vindication? What is the fucking point?

Given this state of affairs, why is it wrong for real life abuse survivors and marginalized people used to being collateral for profit or ideology, to want our own power fantasy? Why shouldn't Jason shoot rapists, decapitate mob bosses and actually protect and avenge innocent people? Jason, who, unlike Bruce, is a survivor of poverty and abuse himself and comes from the same community he wants to protect. Why is it wrong for him to kill his own murderer and give his audience the vindication and justice we deserve?

And in what universe is it wrong for a child to want a parent that will kill for them?

I suspend both my disbelief and beliefs to engage with the Batverse, but "if you kill a serial killer, you become as bad as a serial killer" is NOT A THING. There is absolutely no moral philosophy or ethical foundation you will find anywhere that will make that a legitimate argument. DC Comics pulled that one out of their ass for the express purpose of trying to justify the Joker's continued existence, which DOES NOT WORK because it has no narrative coherence. It is BAD STORYTELLING to overpower both your protagonist and your Villain Sue, paint yourself into a corner, and then slap on whatever rationale you can to keep that cash cow spinning for decades more.

TL;DR Batman should maybe solve some actual problems once in a while instead of expecting an A for effort, and Jason Todd should get to kill whichever scum of the universe crosses him. The end.

[woneullie]

in other news i executed most of my plan (minus the cinnamon rolls) are u proud of me tuals . .

[knifewieldingenby]

I like to think that while Ed was singing his song for the crew Jim was absolutely vibing, thinking about the lyrics they wrote in their diary and wondering if Ed would want to collab

[floralbfs]

intellij won't open so i might not learn anything today

[thisbrilliantsky]

at the risk of sounding bitter, i still cannot Believe that wh**ton got rid of the c-store to Make Way for a ~study area~ w pretty chairs and tables and whatever.......they got rid of a lil convenience store selling things like cough medicine and eggs and hygiene supplies and cereal and airborne and ramen and oatmeal and bandaids etc and a place where work study students could work and that was open from afternoon til midnight........so that there could be a Another pretty~ place to sit...........and ngl I am So Bitter about it

[michyeosseo]

REVOCATION OF APPOINTMENT DUE TO TERMINATION Grounds: Brought the organization to disrepute.

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x reader - what to call you

Anything where everyone just refers to y/n as Wednesday’s girl? Like they don’t call her by her name just ‘Wednesday’s girl’ Like ‘have y’all seen Y/n’ ‘who’ Y/n’ ‘Y/n?…ooh you mean Wednesday’s girl’? - Anon💜

You had promised your best friend Enid that you would help her study for some upcoming tests.

But she couldn’t find you anywhere, you weren’t in the dorm with Wednesday reading, you weren’t in the library, the quad or with Principle Weems.

So where were you?

Sighing, she trudged back into the quad and dropped herself next to the small ground sat by the fountain.

“What’s wrong?” Ajax asked quietly.

“I can’t find (Y/N), have you seen her?”

Everyone shared a look, and Xavier put his sketch book down as he tilted his head a little in confusion at the werewolf.

“Who?”

“(Y/N), you know, werewolf, always reading, kinda quiet, also has earphones in.” Enid said.

Everyone shook their heads giving small shrugs.

Enid sighed and ran a hand down her face, you hung out with them all the time, how did no one know your name.

“She went to the Rave’N with Wednesday?”

Ajax clapped his hands together with a huge grin on his face as he nodded his head.

“You mean Wednesday girl?!” He rushed out.

“Oh! Wednesdays girl! Yeah she has counselling.”

Enid chocked on her drink at the name they had for you and grinned from ear to ear.

“Wednesdays girl?” She asked.

“Yeah, well we tried asking her out, same with Tyler apparently but she turned all of us down. And Wednesday has a murderous look whenever we get close to her.” Xavier explained.

“Yeah, she shortly after Wednesday agreed to go to the dance with her we started calling her Wednesdays girl and I guess we forget her name.” Ajax grinned sheepishly.

“Wow, kinda rude.“

Ajax and Enid let out a small scream as they turned around to find you stood behind them.

Putting your bag on the floor you sat between the two boys and crossed your legs, pulling one of your earphones out.

“Sorry…” Xavier and Ajax mumbled.

You shrugged a little bit as you started to pull some books from your bag, handing one of them over to Enid.

“But I’m not Wednesdays girl. We went to the dance, that’s it, she hasn’t really said anything to me since.”

“Seriously? You can’t believe there’s nothing there.” Ajax said.

You gave another small shrug and opened a text book, handing it over to Enid.

“That’s my notebook, this is the first page you need to study, I’ll explain anything you’re confused on.“

“Thanks!” She beamed.

You began reading a novel, laying your head on Xavier as he picked his sketch book once more to carry on drawing.

“So you haven’t tried asking Wednesday what you guys are?” Ajax asked.

“Yeah, I think it would be a good idea!” Enid beamed.

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Whatever we are is up to her.” You mumbled.

They nodded their heads and dropped the subject, but they were sticking by the nickname.

Wednesday walked into the quad just in time to overhear the last part of the conversation and she furrowed her brows lightly.

You looked so comfortable laid over Xavier, you looked relaxed and the soft smile on your lips told her that you were.

She stood there just watching, unsure of what to do.

She didn’t like the fact you were laid on the boy, but she also had no reason to stop you.

You weren’t dating her, and she hated the fact that she hated you being so close to the trio, always with them but barely spending time with her.

When you did you were quiet, hardly speaking.

Yes, she enjoyed silence, but she wanted you to talk to, she just didn’t want to admit it, so she let it carry on.

She didn’t see you until the next day, you were getting ready to head into Jericho.

“Can you get me some candy?” Enid beamed.

“Yeah and me!” Ajax nodded.

You chuckled softly and nodded your head, tossing your bag into the back of the car.

“Sure thing.”

“Thanks Wednesdays girl!” Ajax grinned.

He jogged away while Enid stood there to see you off, and without realising Wednesday appeared next to her.

“Where are you going?”

Enid screamed a little and placed a hand over her heart.

“Jesus Christ Wednesday.” She huffed.

“I’m going to therapy, then to do some shopping. Principle Weems is taking them.”

“I see. I’m coming.”

Wednesday climbed into the car and sat next to you, and when Weems got in she nearly screamed when she noticed the gothic girl.

“Wednesday Addams out.”

“I’m coming, I require a few things.”

“Then (Y/N) will get them for you, out of the car.”

Wednesday didn’t say anything but the pair of them had a silent staring contest for a few minutes.

Finally, the older woman sighed and turned to you.

“Will you keep an eye on her?”

“Of course.” You nodded.

Weems sighed and finally she nodded her head, driving the pair of you into the town.

You attended your session first, Wednesday simply stood outside waiting, arms crossed over her chest.

She ignored the whispers and cruel comments from people passing, her eyes fixated on the doors as she waited for you to come out, and half an hour later you did.

Giving her a gentle smile, you tossed your bag into the back of the car and waved to Weems as she drove away, saying she’d be back in a few hours and go behave.

“Where do you need to go?” You asked quietly.

“Nowhere, I need to to you?”

“Oh, okay.”

You guys began to wonder, and you waited for Wednesday to speak first.

“Why did Ajax call you Wednesdays girl?” She asked.

You froze for a moment before you carried on walking, stuffing your hands into your pockets and burying your nose into your hoodie.

Wednesday looked at you, she could see the embarrassment on your face at the question.

“I think it’s because we went to the dance… they all do it… I’ll tell them to stop.”

Wednesday stopped walking this time, and so did you, turning around to face her, giving her a small look of confusion.

“Wednesdays girl…” she mumbled out.

You averted your gaze.

“I don’t like it.”

“I’m really sorry.. they’re just messing…”

Wednesday looked up, connecting her eyes with yours in a gaze you just couldn’t look away from.

It was one of those gazes that she showed rarely, not full of boredom, or hate, or annoyance, full of though, slight wonder and compassion.

“I would prefer to call you Amore mio if that is okay?”

You titled your head a tiny bit, pulling both your earphones out as you looked at her.

“What does that mean?”

Wednesday said nothing, but she walked closer and out your earphones back in.

“Your hearing in sensitive, don’t be stupid. Keep them in.”

You nodded and watched as she walked away.

You were still confused but you decided to drop it and carried on shopping.

The moment you both got back to Nevermore she was gone, and you sat with Ajax as you gave him the candy he asked for.

“Hey can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?” He asked.

“What does Amore mio mean?”

Ajax shrugged and typed it into his phone, showing you the results.

“Why?”

You smiled softly and shook your head as you stood back up.

“No reason, I’ve got to go.”

“See you later Wednesdays girl!”

You ignored this and headed up to Ophelia hall, lightly knocking on the dorm door as you waited.

“Yes?” Wednesday asked.

“Is Enid here?”

She shook her head and stepped back, allowing you to come in before closing the door.

“You can wait.”

“Actually… I wanted to see you…”

Wednesday turned back around and walked back over, staring at you intently.

“What?”

You leant forward a little, lips brushing the corner of her mouth before you pulled away.

“I’d like for you to call me Amore mio, only if I can call myself yours…?”

Wednesday didn’t need to think before she replied.

“Yes.”

You beamed, casting your gaze to the window to watch the moon start to rise and you smiled at her.

“I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

Kissing her cheek, you rushed away, and Wednesday couldn’t help the small twitch of her lips as she watched you leave.

You were hers now, now when people called you her girl, they were going to know you really were

[2soulscollide]

extensive list of character traits

hello hello, it's me! here's an extensive list of traits. note: if you're developing a character, check out this free workbook which has a complete character sheet :D

good character traits:

understanding

courageous

tenacious

resourceful

confident

diligent

persevering

empathetic

caring

respectful

patient

dependable

trustworthy

adaptable

charismatic

creative

innovative

encouraging

gracious

forgiving

generous

inquisitive

knowledgeable

modest

noble

optimistic

passionate

practical

principled

reliable

self-disciplined

selfless

strong-willed

thoughtful

wise

assertive

bold

decisive

dignified

disciplined

enthusiastic

faithful

friendly

humorous

imaginative

insightful

intuitive

open-minded

persuasive

practical

proactive

rational

self-confident

self-sufficient

sensible

sympathetic

tactful

team player

trusting

unassuming

visionary

well-rounded

bad character traits:

self-centered

rude

disrespectful

impulsive

greedy

arrogant

dishonest

manipulative

lazy

stubborn

moody

pessimistic

judgmental

aggressive

reckless

inconsiderate

paranoid

insecure

materialistic

irrational

vengeful

deceitful

disloyal

boastful

closed-minded

condescending

impatient

intolerant

narcissistic

obsessive

possessive

short-tempered

sneaky

suspicious

unpredictable

unreliable

wasteful

weak-willed

withdrawn

agonizing

cynical

possessive

aloof

intimidating

sadistic

bitter

passive-aggressive

evasive

procrastinating

irritable

dismissive

disrespectful

confrontational

overbearing

domineering

pompous

biased

inflexible

impetuous

misanthropic

overcritical

arrogant

hope this was useful! have a nice day <3

[sena-shi]

Protector of Teyvat (a troll hell-bent on reviving everyone just for fun) P—2

Isekai’d reader who is hell-bent on reviving everyone using your cheat code as the protector of Teyvat. With great power comes great benefits! Teyvat population stonks

Note: asmoday is the unknown god, reader also grants gnosis and visions, isekai, slight sagau, op reader

Summary: You are just a regular human being living your best life on Earth, collecting husbandos and waifus in Genshin Impact when all of a sudden you were isekai'd to Teyvat, but not as a traveler, a creator, or an NPC. You were a very close friend of both Celestia and the Unknown God, who is known as the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles. You too, hold a very important position of the highest order because unbeknownst to the general populace, you are the Protector of Teyvat from the outside forces. And so imagine the Archon's faces when their dead friend suddenly came back to life just so they can accompany you together with Aether and Paimon on a journey to spit on the Celestia's face

Timeline in Teyvat when you got transmigrated: Before any wars happened. Zhongli is probably sucking on a dragon pacifier or something if that even exists.

Warning: curse words, slight ooc, lore flying over the ocean and going for a swim, author removed the lore from the irminsul so act like you know nothing of it, i'm putting the lore in the cheese grater

“T-The hilichurls… turned into humans?” Because of what she had just seen, Amber's eyes were completely expanded, and you could almost get the impression that she was on the verge of exploding any moment now.

You find yourself thinking that it is understandable. After all, raising someone from the dead isn't something that happens very often; in fact, not even archons are able to do it.

You chuckled and smiled sarcastically at the three people who were staring at you in complete and utter disbelief.

You stood there with your arms crossed as you looked over at the hilichurls that had been transformed into humans with confused expressions adorning their faces.

"Oh wow…" You said while putting on a show of ignorance regarding what had just taken place. "What a miracle it is that they have been brought back to life!" You delighted everyone by clapping your hands.

"P-Paimon was very certain that it was Y/N who brought them back to life just now..." Paimon mumbled something to herself as she scratched the top of her head.

“Hm? That is ridiculous. I just smacked them across the face with a fried egg, see?" You answered as you moved closer to the hilichurls that had been converted into humans by slapping their faces with a fried egg that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

And as a matter of fact, a noticeable improvement could be seen in the appearance of the other people's skin after the fried egg had been applied to their faces. They let out a sigh of disgust as they observed the yolk splattered all over their faces.

"Paimon had no idea that a fried egg was capable of doing that..."

Aether shook his head at the innocence of his traveling buddy. It was perfectly clear that you were making light of the situation. At least now he is aware that you were telling the truth when you stated that you allowed the Anemo Archon to have a seat in the seven.

“This—” Amber opened her mouth to speak while simultaneously covered her mouth with her palm in shock. "This is really incredible news! You are able to give them a second chance at life!"

"What caused them to become humans?" Aether questioned while frowning in confusion.

You gave a light hum as you brought your hand up to pet him on the top of his head. "Perhaps your sister knows the answer you're looking for.”

“Our benefactor…” As soon as you turned your attention to them, they started talking, and Aether made a low rumbling sound.

You gave them a sideways glance while turning your head to the side since you thought it was likely that they were bewildered by the situation. Their final recollections would be of fighting for their homeland just before the curse took full impact.

They all got on one knee in front of you, which caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Ah-ah, there's no need to be grateful to me. You probably aren't aware of this, but I'm a very awful person.” You said with a playful tone.

The people around you gave you a disapproving shake of the head as they expressed their dissatisfaction. Who in the devil would even believe a statement like that after what you have done?

“We were in such a painful dream— we are gratefu—"

You made a huffing sound while crossing your arms. "I find it extremely unpleasant when people thank me or express gratitude in any form. You deserve to live, no? I was only performing my duties at the time."

"Paimon speculates that Y/N is simply not accustomed to being thanked at...?"

You let out a sigh and shook your head in a deliberate manner. You looked down at them and they immediately thanked whichever gods were responsible for allowing them the opportunity to finally take a good look at the face of the one who had helped them.

They feel as though fortune was on their side because a God gazed at them with such kindness in their eyes, despite the fact that they were literally citizens from a nation that does not worship any gods.

"How can we possibly repay you...?"

You cocked your head to the side and hummed to yourself while you started to think.

“Brace yourselves.” You spoke.

“Wha—?”

"Oh, wait, here, have this." You smiled broadly as a variety of visions comprising a range of elements appeared seemingly out of thin air.

They did nothing but blink in bewilderment as they held the small vision in their hands, looking like toddlers who had been given machine guns.

At this very moment, Amber was on the verge of passing out. Witnessing a group of individuals all at once getting their visions is unsettling to say the least. It feels even more wrong to breathe the same air as you!

Oh, my archons, her life is not a sufficient payment to be able to witness such a once-in-a-lifetime event!

 “Let’s all hang out once in awhile, hm? Don’t forget to say hello to Lulu for me!”

Aether raised a brow. Lulu?

With a wave of your hand, they vanished into thin air, and you sent them to a place where Lumine and the Abyss Order are currently staying.

To say that Lumine was horrified to the core when a group of humans suddenly appeared above the head of the abyss mage who was just talking to her would be an enormous understatement.

"Y-You can grant visions too!?" The scream that Paimon let out was so loud that it made you wince.

“Sorry!”

You indicated with a wave of your hand that everything was fine, and Paimon immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Aether, do you know her, or is she a stranger?" Amber's lips were covered as she leaned in close to the man and mumbled something. In response, he gave a nod that conveyed something close to uncertainty.

You snorted as you extended your hand in front of Paimon and insisted that she give you, her hand. And as she did, a gnosis appeared in your hand.

"Oh, my dear archons!" Paimon reacted, fixating her gaze intently on the bright object that was floating directly above your palm.

"If we were to sell this, we could make a ton of Mora!"

“What—!?” Amber and Aether shouted at the same time.

You blinked and stroked your chin with your index finger as if you were considering what you had just heard. "If I remember correctly, there was a term for buy one and get one free. What if we double it?"

"No no no! Paimon is not even certain that there is a single person in Teyvat who can afford a gnosis! In addition to that, don't you think the other archons will feel uncomfortable about it?”

"Why should we worry about how they feel?" You huffed as you continued, "The one ruling Inazuma handed her gnosis to a friend, the one ruling Mondstadt doesn't even use it, and the one ruling Liyue will probably give up his gnosis in the near future.

"Well, if we're talking about the wealthiest individual in Teyvat right this minute..." You made a soft mumbling sound.

“Should we offer it for sale to the Tsaritsa? You smiled mischievously while cocking your head ever-so-slightly to the side.

As soon as you uttered that, an excruciating ringing sound immediately started up in your head. You gritted your teeth and squeezed one of your eyes shut.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You heard Aether’s worried voice.

"I thought we were each other's best friends! You should be aware that she wants a fight with me!” You can clearly hear Celestia nitpicking away inside of your head. As is her custom, she is highly dramatic.

“Well, it’s partly your fault that she wants to fight you.”

The three looked at you in surprise and astonishment as your choice of words came out of nowhere. To silence them, all you did was give them your whole attention while pressing a finger to your lips.

“Hmph…” You could hear her dejected voice.

“Oh hush, you have me. Just let them do their own thing for now.”

“Alright, but why are you selling a gnosis?”

"Creating a strategy for one's own survival is the first step toward leading a more fulfilling life," After having a good laugh, you promptly severed your connection with the Celestia before she could even begin to complain again.

“At least come visit us—!”

Oh, your closest friends and their overprotective tendencies when it comes to you. Why won't they just let you breathe and stop figuratively and physically clutching onto you for dear life?

"Your highness, who were you speaking with only a moment ago?" Amber stuttered, and for some reason, despite her outgoing nature, she found herself experiencing sudden feelings of shyness. I mean, really, how could you possibly hold that against her?

She hasn't even entertained the thought of speaking with an archon, and yet here she is having a conversation with someone who is significantly more powerful than the archons!

“Oh please, Y/N is fine,” you gave her a friendly smile and told her, “The Celestia is in full support of our business!”

They were all shocked beyond belief and let out a collective gasp.

As they imagined every people of Teyvat holding a gnosis, everyone in the room began to break out in a cold sweat at the back of their necks. You couldn't possibly be serious, could you? Surely you must have been joking. Right?

You met three new people along the way, and the four of you set off on a journey to the city that is known for its freedom. They all came to an agreement that the information on your identity and the incident with the hilichurls should not be shared with anybody else.

You trailed closely behind them, periodically turning your head to take in the beautiful surroundings and the people who belonged to your little archon.

“Let me officially introduce the city of wind, dandelions, and freedom— Travelers under the protection of the Knights of Favonius — Welcome to Mondstadt!” Amber grinned broadly as she placed her hand on her chest and cupped her other hand on her hip.

"O-Oh, not that her highness Y/N doesn't already know about Mondstadt...” Amber massaged the back of her head nervously as you made her blush with your laughter.

"I don't. I didn't have enough time to look into it, so I'm grateful for the introduction. Mm, the only figure of this nation that I am familiar with is the archon,” You were able to make her feel better with the words that you spoke, and now Amber can be seen beaming with happiness once more.

That, as well, is a blatant lie. You have completed so many commissions in this nation while you were still a player, so of course you are familiar with every nook and cranny of this city.

You didn't say anything while Amber and Paimon went into great length explaining things to Aether; the only thing you did was hum sometimes in reaction to what they were saying.

You were on the sidelines as Aether received his wind glider and put it through its trials for the first time, which resulted in a successful outcome.

Ha, that kid used to fly around with his very own set of wings before.

You swung your legs around gleefully as you sat precariously perched over the railings.

It is only a matter of time before the city is shrouded by ominous clouds and Dvalin makes another appearance. This means that you will be able to see your little floatie as well.

Aether descended toward Amber, who was standing there waiting for him once more, as the three of them observed that thick clouds and fog had begun to cover the skies above Mondstadt.

“The sky...” Amber uttered those words with a note of apprehension.

People immediately began fleeing to safer areas as Aether and Amber gazed up at you with worried expressions on their faces, as if pleading with you to take some action.

You only smiled at them before speaking the words, “The stormterror is absolutely adorable, no doubt about it, no?

“E—Eh!?” Your response caused Paimon to exclaim, and at that very moment, a wind tornado was closing in on them and ultimately launched Aether into the air.

You heaved a sigh as you stood up from the rails, your palm shining with some unknown power as a barrier began to enclose the city and prevent any harm from approaching.

You sighed again as you began to protect the citizens of the city. However, since you didn't make an effort to clear away the fog, everything will continue to be a mystery.

You cast your sight upward, in the direction of where Aether is floating in the air thanks to Venti's power, and the two people who were observing you followed your gaze in that direction.

"Don't worry, your highness! We will be all right!"

You couldn't help but laugh as you soared to the location of Aether, where you could sense Venti disguising as one of the thousand winds.

“I’m preventing your fall with the power of a thousand winds.”

“Oh? Little floatie came into rescue too?” You teased as the mysterious voice began stammering.

“L-Little floatie…?”

"Alright, alright, let's concentrate on this," You gave Aether a friendly smile while you ruffled his silky locks with your fingertips.

"Don't worry about a thing; little floatie will look after you."

Aether frowned, indicating that he found the idea quite unappealing. "How about you?"

You hummed as you sensed the wind from Venti moving closer to you as though it was also interested in you.

"I'm quite curious to find out if slapping a fried egg on the stormterror's blood clot will be of any assistance."

Aether's jaw dropped in disbelief. You’re still not done with the fried eggs!?

"Hey, what do you think of this idea, little floatie?"

The mysterious voice heaved a cough and mumbled, "Eh..."

After hearing their response, you rolled your eyes at them. They had a feeling that you wouldn't be speaking anytime soon, so Venti made the decision to explain how to make use of the power.

You were observing everything that was going on around Aether as he started to harness the power of the wind.

You made a few comments about how the wind power looked like a machine gun which made Venti cough multiple times to hide his laughter.

“Not enough. Do you want me to slap you with an almond tofu for an increased damage?”

“W—What?”

You didn't bother to wait for his approval before presenting him with the plate of almond tofu that magically emerged in your hands and then you gently slapped it in front of his face.

It was such a surprising thing that you could practically feel Venti shaking, which almost caused him to lose control of the wind. It was that shocking.

As Aether took the final shot, Dvalin let out a roar, and you swiftly flew over to the dragon, which appeared to be about to collapse as it was shaking in the wind.

Venti stayed only long enough to watch the softening of your eyes as you stared at the blood clot on the dragon's back. Aether slowly flew down to the area where the others are, but Venti did not leave.

He watched as your bright hands gently caressed the dark crystal, which immediately silenced the dragon's roaring.

You were reluctant to completely remove the blood clot because it was Venti and Aether's responsibility to do it. However, because you are so compassionate toward individuals who are suffering, all you did was relieve the discomfort that the dragon was experiencing.

It is completely up to destiny to decide whether or not the abyss mage will still be able to exert control over the dragon.

"Little floatie," You moved your attention to the wind that was swirling. "The traveler is known to be trustworthy. I have complete faith that you are aware of the next steps."

The strong wind has started to die down, and the only sound that can be heard out is a faint “thank you.”

You led the weakened dragon back to the ground, and as soon as the two of you landed, three abyss mages suddenly appeared. You grimaced when you realized that Lumine must have sent them to seek you out.

"Our gracious benefactor," An abyss mage started things off. "Our princess would want to offer her sincere gratitude to—"

You heaved a sigh as you frowned and crossed your arms while looking at them. "I believed that I conveyed to them that receiving gratitude is not something that I like in any way,"

“Uh… they may have mentioned that.”

You gave your temples a light massage as the headache began to set in and asked, "So why are you here?"

"We would like to make a request that you lend us a hand in the restoration of our once-thriving nation and in rescuing its people from the curse."

"Oh, I had already made preparations to carry out that task," You gave your response, and then proceeded to yawn.

If only they knew that your two friends were the cause of their fall, they probably wouldn't be as friendly with you as they are now if they knew that.

As they drifted closer to you, the abyss mages showed signs of happiness; however, when they heard your next words, "But not right now," their happiness quickly turned to disappointment, and they almost plummeted to the ground.

“But— why?”

"Of what use is a nation if it does not have its people?" As you lounged contentedly on Dvalin's back, a sluggish expression began to appear on your face.

“So…”

"If I happen to come across one of your own, you can rest assured that I will deliver them to your princess so that she may deal with them." You uttered those words in a languid manner while staring at them. "Focus on gathering your people, since your nation will not all of a sudden grow a foot and run anyways." 

"We are in all sincerity grateful for—"

“Hush.”

They abruptly stopped speaking once they were reminded that you do not enjoy receiving gratitude or hearing thank yous in any form.

You are truly a weird God— they think. But kind like their princess, nonetheless.

“Then we shall return.”

You made a careless motion with your hand, indicating for them to leave immediately.

“Tell your princess that she should at least pay a visit to her twin, and if she does that, maybe I'll feel more motivated to assist you.”

Your level of excitement and enthusiasm is to be expected, of course. The sooner they come to an understanding with one another, the sooner they will get the fuck out of Teyvat.

That means, you won't have any more job to do. On the other hand, you get the impression that it won't be all that simple.

Not with the looks that Aether was giving you, and not with Lumine's nature, which dictates that she won't stop until she pays back whoever helped her out.

Just hush and go, okay!? What is it that they have planned for the following step? Bring themselves to their knees and make a formal request for your hand in marriage? You let out a sigh as the thought crossed your mind.

In spite of the fact that you intended to rebuild the once-mighty nation, you wanted to execute it in private. There is no question in your mind that once they discovered who their benefactor is, then and only then will they revere that benefactor. What then will become of a nation that does not believe in God or even worship one?

The mages of the abyss remained silent for a short while as they observed various expressions adorning your face. It turned out to be quite comical. It's no surprise that their princess was so interested in interacting with you that she issued a command to find you.

They continued to observe you while you glared, huffed, and grimaced at the ground, and it wasn't until you frowned at them that they eventually left with a quiet "thank you."

You rolled your eyes. “What a bunch of brats.”

As soon as you arrived back in Mondstadt, you saw the three of them speaking to Kaeya. Although the fog has long since dissipated, the sky itself is still completely dark.

As you made your way slowly towards the folks who were introducing themselves, you waved your hand and the barrier vanished before your eyes. 

“This is Kaeya, our Cavalry Captain.” Amber carried on talking as if she had not noticed your presence and proceeded. “These two are travelers from afar, Aether and Paimon.”

Kaeya looked at the two individuals and gave a nod in acknowledgement. He then made direct eye contact with you and asked, "And who might this young lady possibly be?"

Amber's eyes widened as she shifted her gaze back and forth between Kaeya and you. Kaeya saw the outrider's expression, which seemed to indicate that she was at a loss for words regarding how to introduce you.

Your presence elevated the level of excitement that he felt towards everything.

“Oh, I’m Y/N. I sell visions and gnoses.” You responded with an expression on your face that was completely expressionless, and your voice was completely emotionless, which made the situation even more awkward and unbelievable.

The response that you gave seemed to take Kaeya completely by surprise. You? Selling visions? How in the devil is something like that ever feasible? And just what exactly are gnoses?

“Uh… haha…” Amber, at a complete loss for words, scratched the nape of her neck.

"Oh? I had no idea that lady Y/N is such a practical joker,” Even though Kaeya appeared to be laughing, there was not the slightest indication of humor in his voice.

"Uh-huh, you bet! Paimon is in agreement that Y/N has a tendency to joke around quite a bit!” In a frantic effort to salvage the situation, Paimon quickly nodded her head.

"Well, if you want to buy one, all you have to do is ask me..." You just said it while crossing your arms.

“Oh? I was wondering if you could sell me one then." It appeared as though Kaeya was making fun of you with his charming smile; in fact, it almost felt that way.

You seemed curious about something as you cocked your head to the side and then asked, "Don't you already have a vision though?"

"Well, having two would certainly make things more interesting, wouldn't you say?"

You took a moment to think about it before giving your approval with a nod. As you lifted your hands and opened your palms, visions of several elements, each glowing brightly, suddenly appeared.

Huh? He thought you were just joking the whole time!

It would be an understatement to say that Kaeya was caught off guard by the revelation. Are you a fraud? A magician perhaps? However, the visions you are holding exude such an overwhelming amount of power that it is difficult to even consider the possibility that they are a fake.

“Mm, you’re my first customer, so in appreciation of your patronage, I'll give you a discount if you buy Aether and Paimon a meal. Fair trade, don't you think?”

What fair trade? A simple meal in exchange for a vision? Do you not realize that visions are extraordinarily rare, and that the vast majority of people would give anything — including their lives — to receive one?

Of course you're aware of it; you're just messing with them for the sake of witnessing their reactions. It's likely that protecting Teyvat for thousands of years has had an effect on you, as seen by the fact that you're even doing this for no other reason than boredom.

Kaeya remained motionless in his stance; his eyes riveted on the bright visions that had no owner. After snapping out of his trance, he took off his cloak and wrapped it around you in a tender manner.

You made a sound that indicated that you were confused as he said, "Let's continue this conversation to our headquarters."

"Tch, I really need to bring Crepus back to life so that he can scold his children to death."

"Are you going to use fried eggs for that man too?" Paimon inquired, which caused Kaeya's surprise and horror to reach an even higher level.

Too? Does that mean that this wouldn't be your first time bringing someone back to life?

Now, Kaeya is positive that he wishes he could just pass out right there and then.

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[sh1-n0bu]

Hi!

Is it okay for me to request a sub xiao?

Where the reader continues to edge him and tug at his collar prasing him.

and then at the end completely overstimulates him and praises him.

Can the reader call xiao cute petnames too?

like good boy, cutie, sweetie and etc please?

♡︎ 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 ♡︎

characters: sub!xiao x nb!dom!reader

warnings: collaring, praise, dacryphillia, overstimulation, edging, small hints of corruption, light petplay, cock can be read as strap on, reader is an immortal but what they are can be completely up to you.

notes: forgive me nonnie, i took so long to write this😔i’m starting to think writer’s block is catching up to me

nevermind. all i needed was to see xiao on the official stream break to get motivated again😍❗️

you and xiao first met centuries ago, shortly after the archon war has ended, the seven seats of the heavenly principles had gotten their victors. when you had first ran into the yaksha the poor thing was caught up in his own karmic debt, suffering the consequences of his own actions, writhing in agony. he tried to push you away but you were a thousands year old immortal who has seen everything teyvat had to offer.

the beginning of you two’s relationship was definitely odd and trippy for sure. however over time, when xiao figured out you were immortal just like him, he slowly began to open up. first it started with simple little talks and grunts, then the full blown chatting about everything phase began. soon that evolved to you and xiao opening up to each other about your pasts, deeds, mistakes and successes. and before you two could even understand the relationship you two have is what humans call “romantic love”, there you two were, holding each other close, stripping each other naked, learning about all sorts of pleasure.

it took a long time just for xiao to start talking with you, so of course sex life was incredibly slow and gentle between you and the yaksha. but slowly the more nights you spend with xiao, the more you realized he really enjoys being referred to as “kitty”.

at first it your thousands year old stubborn self found it odd since from what xiao told you, his true form is that of a bird’s not a cat. however soon you grew to love it for the sight of the cold and unstoppable yaksha, being reduced to a crying, babbling mess underneath you, clinging to you tightly and begging for you to fill him up was greatly addicting. which is what led to now.

“AANH~! nyaah! [n-nameee]…” whining and sobbing your name loudly with his red eyeliner running down his cheeks, xiao pawed at your finger curled around the soft collar around his neck. you’ve been forcing him to continue riding your cock for hours and it fucking hurt. not to mention your other hand was wrapped around the tip of his cock, toying with the tip slightly before putting your thumb over the slit of his cock when it starts to twitch violently. his poor tiny cocklet was already an angry red, twitching whenever your thumb would circle over the sensitive, slick tip.

“it’s alright kitty. keep riding me. you’re doing such an amazing job, kitty” cooing soft praises and tugging on the collar around his neck again to guide his hips to slam down onto your cock, you ignored his sobs and pleas for you to let him cum. it feels better, he knows that! but he just can’t help but be so greedy!

your big, fat, cock rearranging his insides, splitting his ass open, your voice cooing honeyed words into his ear, your hand teasingly, painfully rubbing at the slit of his twitching, red cock was just all too much for him. even though it’s not the first time you two are having sex, it feels like it is.

to the tiny, trembling, wailing yaksha on your lap, your dick just makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull, reaching places he never thought was even there. it just hits on all the right spots so good and his mind can’t comprehend the praises flowing out of your mouth.

noticing how your sweet boyfriend’s head was already fucked stupid with his hazy eyes and gibberish nonsense, you smiled sweetly before finally letting go of his cock. holding onto his waist tightly before thrusting up into his sloppy hole, creating more loud, wet, squelching sounds you can barely make out what he’s saying.

“aaannhg~! nyaAAH~! t-there—sho good! [name]—sho good♡︎” blabbering drunken words, he couldn’t even hear you calling him sweet nicknames at all. finally cumming all over his and your tummy with a loud squeal when you harshly thrusting up into his sensitive spot, your lovely kitty fell on top of your chest, shuddering and twitching, too lost in the pleasure. managing to only weakly whimper when you continued to fuck into his wet hole before mewling when he felt the familiar warmth of your cum shooting into his walls.

patting him on his head and cradling his trembling tiny body, you whispered another praise before cuddling him close.

“good kitty♡︎”.

[becomingthatgirl111]

10 steps to self-love according to louise hay

these principles were shared by the author louise hay in her audiobook "how to love yourself" which you can find on youtube and i recommend listening to it. they are very useful and they really work if we are committed to put them into practice, so that's why i share them with you

abandon criticism

stop criticizing yourself now and forever. you've been criticizing yourself for years, so i invited you to try another tactic. it was eye-opening for me, when i discovered that i could make changes that would support me in loving myself. everything is a process. remember everyone changes. choose nurturing thoughts.

2. don't frighten yourself

stop scaring yourself with frightening thoughts. i have observed that people create overwhelming circumstances out of a small situation. the mind is such a good movie director that it creates horror movies. forgetting the divine power.

3. be nice, kind and patient with yourself

a good example of the power of patience is when you cultivate a garden. at first, you find barren soil. then you turn it over, sow, and even though it looks like nothing is happening, great things are happening, of course, if you have sown seeds of prosperity. life is like a garden.

4. be patient with yourself

look at negative thoughts as weeds. be inspired by the beautiful. human beings when asked if they have good self-esteem, people answer, but of course. in reality, when you are critical of yourself, there is no good self-esteem, neither when you feel envy, insecurity, resentment, jealousy, anger, hatred, in short….

5. be kind to your mind.

during my talks i ask participants, "yes, would you allow a garbage bag to be thrown in your living room? they immediately respond, no! then he asked again, "why do you put garbage in your brain? you do it when you feed negative thoughts, pain, guilt, resentment, envy, insensitivity, anxiety, hatred, bitterness, bitterness, laziness, stress, anger, rage, criticism, etc.. we are human, it is true and lovingly imperfect.

we can learn to love ourselves little by little. everyone on the planet can practice the four loves: love of god, love of self, love of nature, love of neighbor.

6. praise yourself

enter the hall of praise. when you feel overwhelmed, sad or criticized by others. i like to go to the hall of praise that i have imaginary created and give myself a bath of popularity. people think that's weird, but what's weird is not doing it. why not recognize how good we are?

7. practice meditation

the only thing you should do is to become aware of your breathing. Meditating is not a big deal. everyone can meditate at least two minutes a day. you could close your eyes and breathe consciously. let your mind relax.

8. listen to your intuition

without being aware sometimes we override what our sixth sense tells us. we all have them. it's just a matter of learning to listen to it.

9. don't do to others what you wouldn't want them to do to you

sometimes we want others to be fair, kind, loving, generous, understanding and understanding with us. but we are not aware that we have sowed in others…. we want others to change. but, we cannot change anyone. we can only change ourselves.

10. improve eating habits

balance the food. sometimes, in our eagerness to do everything, we dedicate little time to eat at the recommended time. it is important to look for nutritious food. have you observed how you eat? what thoughts do you have when you eat? in restaurants i observe people who are more concerned about their cell phones than about respecting that sacred space. others eat on the spur of the moment. neither good nor bad.

[zerobaseonefics]

reaction to the lipstick trend (pt.2) ㅡ park hanbin, junhyeon, kamden

boys planet trainees x gn!reader

genre : fluff

I HAD SM TROUBLE WRITING FOR JUNHYEON FR. YOU WILL PROBABLY FEEL IT </3 hope y'all like it tho 😔🤙🏼

pt. 1 here

• P.Hanbin

at first, hanbin bring that trend up as a joke... but he didn't expect you to be so hyped up about it and to run to find the lipstick. he's not complaining tho, he thinks you're cute when you're excited about something. even more if the something is peppering his face with kisses.

when you came back, you had two different colors. you plopped on his laps, sitting sideways, as you showed both of the colors.

"which one do you prefer?"

an idea bloomed in hanbin's mind. you know, there are basic principles for an healthy relationship. one of the main point is to trust your significant other. however, you made a mistake by trusting hanbin, because he was literally going to scam you in order to get more kisses.

faking hesitation, hanbin chooses the pinkish one.

you fell into his trap with no problem, applying the lipstick on yourself with hanbin telling you when it was good since you had no mirror with you.

your attention went back to him, and with no hesitation whatsoever, you started planting soft kisses all over his face. they were longer than a simple peck, to make sure the stain would be visible enough.

hanbin closed his eyes, a shy smile that he tried to refrain on his face. you started with his nose, then moved down to his chin, back to his cheeks. he savored the feeling of your soft lips on his skin as you kissed his jaw. your kisses ended up going to his forehead and you finished, looking at his pleased face.

hanbin didn't open his eyes yet, thinking you would kiss him more. when he felt one of your hand ruffling his hair, only one of his eyes popped open.

"you're already done?" he asked.

"yes! i think you have enough marks on your face."

"could've let you kiss me all day" he muttered inaudibly as you grabbed your phone. it was okay, he had a plan anyway.

"should we record now?" you said and he nodded.

you recorded the video the same way it was done on tiktok, and you sat with him to review it, making sure it was good enough to post. you loved it. hanbin loved it. but it isn't about love right now, it's about being a fraud. hanbin was a fraud but that is a okay, because scammers also deserves a love story!

"i think we should do it again because the color isn't suitable with the light of the room. it's not pretty enough with the color of my hair neither. when i think about it, maybe we should try again with your other lipstick."

everything goes according to plan because you were completly oblivious to his stratagem. you simply grabbed something to wash away the stains on his face and the color on your lips. he let you cup his face while you softly brushed a tissue against his skin to take off the previous kisses. that's how hanbin, a mastermind, succeeded in making you do that trend three times in a row in order to have more kisses.

• Kamden

"i would rather stand naked in alaska cornered by a hundred people than do this."

you felt like your jaw dropped to the ground when kamden replied this to your request. sure, you knew he would be reluctant, but not that much! he just couldn't take this seriously, the whole concept sounded stupid to him.

"so. you want me to sit here in front of a camera while you reapply lipstick but you fail just for the sake of failing and i use my finger to do... whatever they are doing on that tiktok and then i have to look at you like i'm.... yeah no. do it with your teddy bear or something."

you whined at his brutally honest opinion, a bit shocked considering the fact he spit his venom with a straight face.

"what? it's cute, right?" you insisted, sure he was going to change his mind for you. he looked at you as you gave him dejected puppy eyes. kamden scoffed, looking away. there was no way he's falling for this. no, he was stronger than this. in his opinion, intimacy was supposed to stay... intimate. why would people on the internet have to see this kind of content from you two? plus, it just ruins a moment to turn on a camera while he's with you. it's staged. it's not natural.

you sighed in defeat, realizing there was really no way in hell kamden would do this.

"right... that's okay, i'll ask a friend to do it with me."

"yeah, just do tha- what?"

an alarm has been triggered in kamden's brain. if you did this with a friend, wasn't it weird? and what friend were you going to do it with?

"what friend?"

"you mean 'who'?"

"yeah, who?"

"i don't know, maybe jay."

it was enough for kamden to change his mind. he pointed his finger at you, with a new found energy.

"bring that damn lipstick." your face lit up at his words.

"we're doing it?" you exclaimed.

"yeah, only if you don't post the video."

you nodded frantically. after you went to grab what was need for the video, you sat next to him. "you're ready?" you asked, "yeah, whatever".

despite his grumpy attitude, you weren't oblivious to the way he played nervously with his fingers when you planted the first kiss. you weren't oblivious to the fact that he was biting his inner cheek in order to not smile, either. you knew he liked it, otherwise you wouldn't have done it.

kamden knew he liked it as well. but how could he show it? it would be embarassing after all the fuss he made not to do the challenge. you guys filmed the video, and you respected your promise by not posting it online, keeping it to yourself. this was the day kamden realized he loved cheek kisses the best, and he waited for you to sleep to send himself the video secretly.

• Junhyeon

you literally asked the wrong person. yes, junhyeon accepted your request, but there was something about him you forgot. junhyeon would combust if he didn't create a mess each day. even a little one, it was fine by him, but this menace could not go to bed happily if he didn't participate into chaos.

"how about i apply the lipstick on your lips for you?" he proposed. you didn't think about it twice, handing him the makeup supply. you felt the makeup on your lips as junhyeon was putting it for you. at first he did it right, but you noticed that little by little, a smirk appeared on his face and he started to go overline. pulling your face away, you jokingly hit his arm.

"what are you doing" you said, acting like you were mad even if you find the joke funny.

"what? isn't overlining the lips trendy?" junhyeon responded, acting innocent.

"yeah, act like it wasn't one of your jokes" you rolled your eyes still pretending to be annoyed.

"you were so pretty i couldn't stay focused, that's why" junhyeon explained in a dramatic tone.

you made an exaggerated grimace after hearing his cheesy words, hitting him once again. junhyeon's laugh ringed through your ears while you were catching a tissue to clean up your lips. he looked at you from afar, a smile on his face. junhyeon got up from the couch he was sitting on and went to backhug you. you put your hands on his as you felt his lips planting soft kisses to your jaw.

"i'll do it properly this time, if you still want to do it" junhyeon said, resting his head on your shoulder.

"is it another joke" you answered with a straight face.

"yes."

you whined while he started laughing once again. hearing your complaints, he didn't let go of you to make you turn around and face him. then, junhyeon leaned in to kiss your lips quickly. "i'm kidding, i'll be serious this time. i want kisses too."

after that, junhyeon got kisses from you indeed, but not because of the trend.

[ramp-it-up]

A Point of War

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader RPF

Summary: Chris plays dirty when you have your first big fight as a married couple.

This is part four of the A Starting Point Series.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT, RPF.  Consensual angry sex, edging, cock warming, orgasm denial, voice kink, angst, a lil bit of degradation, a lil bit of pain kink, back scratching, thigh riding, oral, (m/f) receiving, sloppy toppy,  Angst, sexual day dreaming, breeding kink, kiss and make up. Not Beta’d.

A/N: I have so many WIPS, but this ask made me break a long streak of not writing.

Thank you Nonnie! ❤️

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DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK.

Chris awakened you early to make you late this morning. You’d only had two hours of sleep, but he didn’t care. Sleep deprivation was a tactic of war.

He languidly rocked his cock deep inside you, stroking his heavy member through your folds until you were both almost insane. Chris had edged you both all morning, stopping before either of you could cum, and making you warm him until he was ready to do it again.

After three times of bringing you both to the edge of heaven, both of you were desperate.

“Please Angel… just say you agree. Then we can both delight in married bliss.”

Chris was between your legs, digging you out, your legs around his waist as his thick mushroom cap and veiny shaft sleeked in and out of your tight, wet channel.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. And you’re so beautiful for me when you c-”  

Chris looked in your eyes and clenched his jaw. He couldn’t speak. It was almost enough to make you cum. But you just shook your head.

He shook his in response and frowned, moving his lage hand up to cup the side of your face. You pouted and he pushed his thick thumb between your lips and you sucked it greedily, causing him to pulse inside you.

He stopped and you could feel his cock pounding. You whimpered around his thumb and your saliva slipped down your face and his palm.

“I can’t.. I’m gonna…. Don’t you wanna…?”  

The Boston came out as you were stripping away his resolve. You opened your mouth wide and swiped your tongue around his thick digit lewdly, then closed your mouth to suck if from palm to fingertip. You moved your hips to try and get him going and Chris’s hand gripped you tightly, sure to leave marks later.

“My feisty, stubborn Angel. It only makes me want you more.”  

You glared at him.

“The answer is still no, Chris…

Chris squeezed his eyes shut as a drizzle of precum escaped out of him. He started panting as he fought the urge to let go and fuck you into the mattress. He needed release as much as you did, but you were both too stubborn to relent.

Chris rolled his eyes at the sensation and saw the clock on the wall.

“Shit, Angel. I’m gonna be late.”

He bent down and whispered into your ear, knowing what his voice did to you.

“All you gotta do is say yes, and we can both get what we need.”

He rotated his hips to give you all of his dick. You gripped his shoulders and drew your nails down his back, drawing welts and a little bit of blood. The sensation made him groan and pump into you hard a few times, giving you hope of victory until he stopped.

Chris slipped out of you and rushed into the shower, dodging your epithets and the pillow thrown at him. You tried to make yourself cum, but you were so frustrated and needy that it didn’t work. 

When he got out, you just walked past him into the shower, dodging the kiss he tried to give you as you passed by.

When you emerged, he was gone, leaving you a note that made you cry.

Now, seven hours later, you shifted in your seat and felt how deliciously sore you were. You wanted to relent, but the principle of the matter was what was important, not your wanton body and his huge, thick dick hitting your spot….

Damn. It would feel so good to just give in. You sighed. You were angry at him after this morning; not just angry, you were incensed.

It didn’t help that you were trapped in an ASP partners meeting ahead of a big campaign for mid-term elections.  So, you sucked up all your feelings and tried to be professional, sneaking a look at him through your lashes.

You frowned slightly to find him watching you with a barely perceptible smirk. 

Damn him.

You took a breath, hitched with desire, and straightened in your seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw Chris open his mouth slightly to breathe, and it was your turn to smirk. 

“Alright, on to the next order of business.”

Mark looked around the table as you looked down at your notepad, trying to collect your thoughts on the meeting. You were not trying to make eye contact with Chris. You’d managed to avoid him most of the day, and had come into the conference room at the last minute to be on time for it, grateful that the only seat available was across the table from him. 

You were on the edge, and Christopher Robert Evans put you there. Before you knew it, you’d spaced out. Your pussy throbbed as you thought of the last time he skillfully ate you out as you sucked his cock. 69 was his favorite position, and you knew that putting the end of your pen in your mouth might just remind him. You subtly flicked your tongue around the fat end of the Montblanc pen and heard Chris cover a moan with a fake cough. 

Chris’ deep baritone made your clit quiver when he spoke up.

…” I don’t know, Joe. Why don’t we ask Mrs. Evans?”

You glared at Chris and then realized everyone was watching. You cleared your throat and suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at him. You sat up even straighter.

“Run that back for me again Joe?”

You ignored Chris’s smile as Joe made his point again and you answered him, giving your opinion on the issue and a possible solution so smoothly, everyone would think that you were the calmest person on the planet. But you were plotting war.

You successfully ignored your husband as the meeting was wrapped up and started to leave the conference room as Chris called you over to him, Joe and Mark.

“Y/N! We want to talk about your idea for a second.”

You gave Chris a bright, fake smile and he subtly shook his head at you. Mark spoke up when you made your way over to them.

“You made some very salient points, y/n, let’s get moving on those right away.” 

Mark was impressed with your work, as always.

“Agreed,” intoned Chris, who nodded at you and tried to hold your eyes. You narrowed yours, knowing that he’d made his voice a little deeper on purpose.

But you weren’t going. The tension was obvious. You continued.

“Thanks guys. I can do that, but I would need…”

When you gave them your list, they all nodded. 

“Sounds reasonable, let’s you and I sit back down at the table and hash it out. Mark, Joe. Can you guys take the 4:30 call for me? Give them my apologies?”

Joe nodded and proceeded out of the room. 

“They’re gonna be disappointed, but I’ll try to do my best impression of you.” 

Chris and Mark laughed at Joe’s joke, but you just continued to smile.

Then Mark made to leave, smiling at you two, knowing, but amiable. He and Joe admired the way you handled the press and lack of privacy since your relationship with Chris was announced. 

You’d weathered the whirlwind of a three month engagement and an equally short marriage to one of the most famous men in the world like a champ. Once Chris’ friends and partners were told what was up, they saw the bond between you and Chris and it all made sense. 

What Mark also sensed was that Chris was about to get the business, so he left you two alone. 

When the door closed, you dropped the smile and moved to the furthest point away from Chris on the conference room table, sat down,  and opened your pen again, ready to get to work.

Chris sighed and walked toward you.

“Let’s hash it out then.”

You’d started writing even though you knew what he was referring to. You saw America’s Ass sit down on the table next to your notebook out of the corner of your eye. You kept writing.

“So are you giving me the silent treatment?”

You looked up at him, the look in those blue eyes threatening your resolve.

“I’ve responded to everything you’ve said to me Christopher.”

You held his stare, your own jaw ticking under your clenched teeth.

He drew in a breath.

“‘Christopher.’ Damn, I am in trouble.” 

Chris chuckled, but you were resolute.

“Maybe I should call you, ‘Mr. Happy Wife, Happy Life.’”

Chris stood up.

“Why are you still so adamant? You want the fight. Am I that wrong for wanting you to take my name? I’ve been waiting to call you Mrs. Evans for what seems like forever.  Excuse my giddiness for finally being hitched to the woman I love more than anything in the world.”

You looked up at him and studied the look on his face. He looked wounded. But you didn’t buy it. You stood up as well.

“You’re good. Acting the victim. Except for the fact we talked about this, Chris! “

You wanted to keep your maiden name for your professional life. Chris didn’t like it at all, but didn’t push it until late last night, the night before your first day back in the office together as man and wife.

Hence the argument that lasted until very late and then the hours-long edging session early this morning. That was war. You thought he was incorrigible when you were dating, Chris was so much more frustrating as your husband. You felt that nothing you could do would satisfy him.

“I’m sorry that I’m not living up to your fantasy of me. But you knew what you were getting. And still you insisted on getting married.”

Chris’s face contorted. His heart was in his throat.

“Why do you insist on doing that?”

Chris threw his hands up and raised his voice, moving toward you. You cringed. He immediately backed up and sighed, running his hands through his hair.

“I love you  Y/N.. I wanted you to be my wife from the moment I saw you. And I just wanted…”  

He sat down in the nearest chair, loosening his tie.

“It doesn’t matter what I wanted. Never mind. I don’t care what you call yourself. As long as you’re by my side.”

He looked up at you and you could see that he was genuinely hurt. Your heart sank as he looked down to his lap.

“You win. Ms. YLN.” 

He looked broken. And you felt terrible.

You walked toward him and stood between his legs.

“Chris.” 

He was silent. 

“Mr. Evans.”

Still no answer.

“Boss.”

He huffed and smiled slightly, shaking his head. He looked up at you.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be. You have a right to be called anything you like.”

He was sincere.

You leaned over and kissed his forehead, brushing away the hair that had fallen there after his hands wrecked it.

“I just want to be called yours.”

You kissed his nose, and then his lips as you sat down on his knee. One of Chris’s hands went up to curl around your waist and the other rested on your thigh at the hem of your pencil skirt.

“I love you. And I just got scared. I’m sorry.”

Chris’s eyes searched your face as his hand slid up your knee, long fingers almost reaching your moistening heat. You remembered your earlier hunger. 

And so did he.

“Angel…Let me make it right, baby.”

He moved his lips to your neck and started peppering it with kisses, his hand reaching for your breast and teasing your nipple. You moaned as you arched your back, causing your rear to shift and make contact with the bulge in his pants. 

Chris deftly moved you facing away from him, so that your legs were separated by his knee and your warm cunt was against his thigh. Both hands were on your blouse, fingering your now achingly hard nipples through the silk and the lace of your bra. 

You whined and started to move on his thigh, arching your back into him and kissing him over your shoulder. You pulled away and he chased your lips as you started unbuttoning your blouse. You turned your head as Chris leaned down to your neck again. 

“You know, I’ve had a fantasy of sucking you off under this table?”

Your voice was a sexy rasp that made him rock hard. Chris swallowed as he rubbed your breasts in the sheer lace La Perla bra. His forefingers and thumbs tortured your nipples as he hummed in your ear. 

“Hmmmmmmm?”

“Can I suck you off under this table?”

His eyes moved over toward the door. Yours followed his.

“How much do you want to bet that no one would dare come in here knowing we were in here. Most of them have gone home. Mark and Joe are across the building. And if anyone finds us, so what? We’re married.”

You smirked as you stood up and  took your shirt and bra off. The late evening sun through the windows shone on your skin as you sank down on your knees, clad in only your skirt, and cast your eyes down. Your nipples were hard as you waited for Chris to summon you. He admired you there and then moved quickly. 

You smiled slightly as you heard his belt buckle clank and his zipper being opened. 

“Suck me off, Mrs. Evans.”

You looked up and smiled at the impressive organ in front of you, crawling back between his legs as he slid his hand up and down his shaft a few times. You kissed up the side of his cock to the tip, which you took into your mouth before letting it slip out to moisten your lips. Then you spit on it and slurped it up again, bobbing while looking up at Chris. You moaned and deep throated it, causing Chris to moan deep in his own throat. 

You enjoyed your power, so you took his cock out of your mouth, kissed it, smiled and spit on it again and started sucking hard, slurping and jacking it with your hand.

“Ah! Fuck!”

You pushed it deep in your throat and pulled him out slowly, going further and further until your nose was at the base of his cock. 

You started up again, and Chris let you slurp and tease him as you jacked just the tip into your mouth. When you spit on it yet again was when Chris finally pushed your head down, causing you to roll your eyes and gag. 

“Swallow.”

He held you down and you spluttered and spit on him as you came up for air.

“Choke me with it, Boss.”

Chris obliged, cursing softly as you felt his cock pulse precum down your throat.

“So sloppy in the office. Such a nasty slut for my cock, Mrs. Evans.”

“Ummmhmmmm,” You moaned and then pulled off and started sucking his balls as you jacked him faster, your saliva the perfect lube for the hand job.

When you started sucking his cock again, looking up at him as you went deep, you felt his balls draw up.

“Those eyes, Angel, shit. I need to cum.”

You straightened up and rubbed your breasts around him, smothering his dick into an erotic hug.

“You gonna fuck my face?”

“Shit!” 

Chris grabbed your head and pistoned up into your mouth and down your throat, gagging you and soon shooting warm salty cum for you to swallow.

You swallowed it all like a good girl, and then leaned back on your knees smiling up at him. Chris grabbed your arm and hoisted you up on the table, pushing your skirt up around your waist, spreading your legs and moving your panties to the side. His head was between your legs in an instant and you moved your skirt out of the way as you watched his tongue slide out to meet your pussy.

As if in revenge, Chris looked up at you with those blue eyes of his as he lewdly licked a stripe from your ass to your clit, circling and then drawing it between his lips to suck. Then he closed his eyes and moaned. 

He made out with your cunt until you saw stars. When he inserted two long thick fingers, palm up, easily reaching that sensitive spot inside you. You were gripping his hair at the roots with your hands and his fingers were deep in your pussy.

Both your fingers and Chris’s were curled and giving each other pleasure, causing both you to shoot your slick into his eagerly awaiting mouth. And his dick to be rock hard again.

Chris stood up and smiled at you as he wiped his mouth which was wet with your slick.

“Love that Angel food.”

Chris winked and you laughed, but not for long, because Chris spun you around and bent you over the conference room table and moved your panties to the side again.

“Talk about fantasies about this table. This is mine…fuuuuccckkkkk…”

Chris lined up with your sopping wet cunt and pushed in completely in one stroke, your wetness easing the way, but your orgasm having made you tight around his cock.

Chris dropped his head to your back and huffed for a second as his dick jumped.

“I… you never give me a chance to think…” 

 Chris kissed along your spine as you arched your back and tried to wiggle your ass to encourage him to move. His hands held you still.

“I know you had your implant removed….I just want to be sure… I don’t want to force you…”

Chris finally had to move because your whining and your movement was too much for him.

“Do you wanna have my….. Fuck…. Angel….”

Chris started pounding you like his life depended on it.

“Do you really wanna have my…. Shit.”

His hips stuttered. 

“My baby…. Gotdamn it…”

Meanwhile, you were grabbing the table, trying to find something to hold on to before you floated away.  You reached back for Chris’s tie, which had been dragging up and down your back as he fucked you. You pulled it, making him lean down toward you.

“Fuck yes… I want to be full of your babies, Chris…. Please!”

Chris started going even harder, tapping on the door to your cervix with his long, thick cock.

“Yeah? You want to be pregnant, Mrs. Evans?”

“God…yes…. Please…”

“Gonna be full and round with my kids?... Fuck… Tits all full… shittttt…..”

Chris licked his lips. He couldn’t take the image of you pregnant and shot his spend against your walls. He slumped against you and you sighed, happy beyond words.

“Can we get this moved into the house…”

You giggled as you said it and Chris laughed with you, relieved that you were on the same page.

“We’re gonna have to do something with it. It’s a write-off now.”

He stood up and got himself together while watching you lay on the table with a smile on your face.

Then, he straightened your panties, making sure to cover your cunt to keep his cum inside you. He picked up your bra and your blouse, and carefully helped you to get dressed as you sat on the table. Finally, he kissed you on your nose and your forehead as you stood up, legs wobbly. You hadn’t realized that your strappy heels were still on your feet. Chris had.

“C’mon, let’s go finish this at home.” 

Chris moved to leave and you pulled on his tie again.

“Hey. I love when you call me Mrs. Evans when we’re not at work.”

Chris raised his eyebrow. 

“And when we’re fucking at work.” 

Chris chuckled. 

“How about Mrs. YLN-Evans in professional settings?”

Chris smiled at you.

“That sounds amazing.”

You gave him a sweet peck on the lips then you pulled back to look in his eyes.

“And our babies. They’ll be Evans all the way.”

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jj maybank is a munch and i will not be taking any arguments. 18+!!!

a/n: this is just a little blurby blurb!!! (the product of scrolling through the new touch tank trend on tiktok and being in desperate need of good head) my requests are still very much open please i will not write if i don’t have inspiration

he definitely has a little bit of a reputation in kildare for knowing how to eat it. when the two of you start dating, he can’t keep his hands off you. he’s constantly making jokes about you sitting on his face, or how sweet you’d taste. you’re a little scared, honestly. all your past boyfriends treated giving head like a chore. you’re more comfortable giving than recieving, but jj won’t let you go down on him. he’s adamant about the “ladies first” principle.

you finally decide to let him after a dinner date, you’re all dolled up in a pale yellow sundress and a light sunburn coloring your shoulders and nose bridge. jj always thinks you look like a goddess, but something about a fresh sunburn and the way your hair falls after it air-dries drives him insane. the whole ride home you’re talking about how you’re ready to just get home and relax, and being the gentleman he is, he’s fully prepared to beg to climb in the shower with you so he can wash your hair (his other favorite pastime).

jj limits himself to one joke as the two of you walk through the door, saying “really craving a little snack right about now, baby.” you think he’s gonna ask to run by the gas station, which puts a little dent in your plans, but he runs right with your little thought out scenario when he follows up with “you’re looking extra sweet tonight.”

he’s all smiles as he wraps his arm around your waist, wiggling his eyebrows in attempts to make you laugh. jj is a little concerned when you’re silent, pulling him into the bedroom and shutting the door without even giggling. you sit on the bed and begin to take your heels off, and the blonde boy just stands and watched you. he’s so very lost. a couple of minutes ago you were happy as a clam, all over him at the restaurant and in the car.

“come here,” you ask, so soft and timid.

“yeah, honey?” he swallows, cause the way you’re looking at him is giving him butterflies. your lips are a little parted, eyes wide as you look up at him. when he gets close to you, you tug on the bottom of his shirt. jj leans down so he’s eye-level with you, and then all it takes is a quick push to his shoulders, and you have him on his knees.

you’re blushing so hard, but you stand, albeit a little shakingly. you didn’t have a plan to stand up, in fact you’re pretty sure you’re gonna be on your back in a few seconds, but there’s something so nice about jj kneeling in front of you. your hand slides through his hair, tilting his head back with a slight pull to the hair at the nape of his neck. your other hand rests on his jawline. his hands come up to the back of your thighs, thumbs rubbing gentle circles. “i’m not wearing panties,” you kinda hiccup out. the phrase isn’t as sexy and seductive as you had hoped it be, because you’re nervous and tingly and giggly.

but you think it works, because jj’s eyes light up like you’ve just told him he won the lottery. his hands move to your ass and he buries his face right where your thighs begin to touch. you squirm a little, but he doesn’t let you move. you can feel his breath through the thin fabric of your dress, hit and heavy and inhaling like you’re a respirator or something.

“what are you doing!” you’re scared you smell funky, even though before dinner you took a very thorough everything shower.

he shushes you, and pulls back with a groan. “let me just take a sec,” he mumbles. “been praying for this.”

it takes maybe fifteen seconds for the two of you to be on the bed, jj on his back with you straddling his chest. your dress is off, and you’re totally bare over him. this is a whole new kind of vulnerability, all your insecurities on plain display. you’re thinking about your stomach, or how your tits sit naturally.

in turn, there’s not a thought going through jj’s head except for “girlfriend!!” he pulls you up a little closer, so he can lay a chaste little kiss on your skin. you flex your thighs so you’re hovering over him, but you’re already shaking when his tongue lightly skims over you, and you don’t know how you’re gonna hold yourself up.

he murmurs something you can’t quite hear, and then he’s yanking you down on his tongue.

“jj!”

“shit, darlin’, just sit down and hold still!”

“i’m gonna suffocate you!”

“i’ll tap out if i’m about to die.” he reaches his head up a bit to smile at you, all punch drunk like a kid in a candy shop. “but damn, that would be a way to go, huh?”

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WHAT DO OTHER PEOPLE FIND INCREDIBLY HOT ABOUT YOU?🩷🪻

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꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

PILE ONE PILE TWO PILE THREE

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PILE ONE

You felt overburdened and muted from your past and now you are trying and learning to stand and speak up for yourself and for others whom you think reticent to themselves. In your past you are a people pleaser and tend to say 'yes' at everything they wanted you to be, you'd finally realized that we only live once so, you think what you can do and what is good for yourself because you think in this lifetime that the only matters is only you and not how do others perceive you, you are doing this in a healthy and good way. You are seeing the light while you walking through your own path now. The pressure that your past given to you makes you who you are today where people find amazingly about you. With the ace of swords, I think you wanted to widened your throat chakra more, where you will able to communicate and speak well to other people.

You may good at least in choosing right words when communicating to other's and if not, in singing! You are aiming to speak up for yourself and loved ones with the truth and holding it as if it's already possession into your inner voice. I see people find incredibly hot about the most is the quality of you being so intellectual individual, you are this type of person who can truthfully says "don't judge a book by it's cover", you wanted to study, read and get to know more about that specific book before giving and leaving your judgement, i mean sometimes you can kept this principle of yours frequently but you tend to tried your best to atleast have that inside your mind. I also think that there's someone here that always saying to you that you are intellectual but yet you don't even believe to them, you are doubting this capability of yours but you know inside yourself, you can do everything and you know you are creative and talented person.

Somehow, you vision all of this. You already have a clue about this, you are continuously completing your healing and improvement. You are making a progress now, expect a reward coming at your way throughout this journey. Overall, people find incredibly hot about you is that you are intelligent, creative, brave and talented.

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PILE TWO

People who chose this pile are jolly where if they'll enter a dark room, you are the light and center of attraction there. You liked to show this traits of yours, where you are very childish and happy to others but somehow they're curious to know you, they found you incredibly mysterious and sometimes may act as a cold person perhaps you have this jolly side that you always show to others. This mysterious side of yours where these people often notice about you is the most attractive part of you. They're curious to know you more and maybe you are very private individual, which makes their curiosity to activate and somehow check and stalk your socials and backgrounds. They wanted to know you more but you tend to cut them off of what they can get know about you.

Well, i can't blame you though, you have a high intuition and tend to know what is their intentions and want to you and maybe you have a psychic abilities. I also see here that you are kind, generous and gentle but somehow you may have or might experiencing sadness. It's also hard for you to trust others, it make a lot of time to trust and rely yourself to others so you tend to always make it alone or all by yourself. I also think that you have a long curly hair regardless in what gender you are.

Furthermore about you is that you are fond and big fan of galaxies, stars, planets, forest and night so it makes also sense that you might be an astrologer. This last part may not resonate with everyone but for some, you might have a new buy crystals or new collection of crystal and decks.

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PILE THREE

Okay, people find incredibly hot about you is that you are very sexy and attractive. You have a lot of admirers pile three, I also think that you like to wear the color of red and black which makes you stand out with your circle. You are very friendly, you have a big social circle; a social butterfly indeed. I also see here that you've the prettiest smile or eyes. You value your family, you are someone who is a family oriented. If you literally have a current they see you as husband or wife material or if you are single, you consider yourself as husband/wife material.

I also here that you have a problem right now where you wanted to tell and discuss with others but fear and insecurity comes in. I think you are perfectionist individual. Some of this people fantasties you being tied on their bed or you might into BDSM kind of things. Are you good at dancing? Maybe this is one of the reason why people find you attractive. You are very confident about your talent. While, if you love kids like hanging out with them, playing with them. They find this cute and lovely about you.

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Femme Fatale Playbook: How Flirt With Men, Hold Your Own, & Embrace The Art of Seduction

While every encounter has nuances, here are some general principles that inspire a captivating, confident, and alluring presence without making you appear closed off when interacting with the opposite sex. Hope you enjoy these tips x

Decide On Your Intention: Determine your desired outcome from the interaction. Are you looking to get a man to sit by the bar for a drink, ask for your phone number, plan a date in the near future, build tension for a potential fling, or is the interaction more superficial – to practice your flirtation skills or go home with someone (no judgment – everyone needs those nights in their lives)? Knowing your goal and expectations going into the conversation allows you to relax and have a general action plan of how you want to approach the conversation.  

Go In With Confidence: While remaining humble, it’s important to enter into the conversation with the feeling like you’re the hottest woman in the room. Dress to impress – whatever is well-fitting and makes you feel your best. Do your hair and makeup – add a seductive perfume. Wear anything to make you feel like a million bucks. Remember: You can take or leave any offer. It’s a man’s privilege to be in your presence and have your attention. You're in control of the outcome and dynamic of the conversation. Claim your power at every stage of the interaction. 

Learn How To Hold Your Own: Stay unbothered by men’s opinions of you. Decide whether you like him before second-guessing what he thinks of you. Embrace a quiet confidence. Own your opinions. Walk away at any signs of disrespect. Finish your sentences if he’s about to cut you off while you’re still speaking. Control your range of emotions while still having a sense of humor, smiling, and maintaining good posture/open body language. Command presence. Display confidence. Make it clear that you know what you want. 

Remain Interested To Become Interesting: Listen more than you speak – it’s the secret to being mysterious, charming, and alluring. Don’t reveal too many personal details about your life. Ask follow-up questions to his anecdotes. Paraphrase his talking points and respond with an insightful connection that one can take away from his series of thoughts. This type of response makes you captivating and allows him to feel heard without your needing to disclose anything. Let him be more emotionally vulnerable. Nod, smile, and maintain eye contact to show you’re listening and to make him feel safe in your presence. 

Keep It Playful: Tilt your head to the side, touch your lips on occasion, subtly bat your eyelashes, use the triangle technique (look at his left eye, mouth, right eye, and then back at his left eye), graze his shoulder or knee while sharing a laugh, look him up and down – complete with a smile on your face. Indulge in the seduction. Regardless of your intention and timeline, sexual tension starts building in the mind and offers many avenues of exploration from the emotional, intellectual, physical, sexual, and spiritual – all in due time.