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[tzuyubb]

Hypnosis Therapy

Pairing: Blackpink Jennie x Male reader

Word count: 4774 words

Tags: hypnosis, size kink, lingerie, spanking, discipline, SPH (of her ex’s), blowjob, deepthroat, throatjob, facefuck, throatpie, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, pronebone, belly bulge, mind break, ahegao, deep penetration, rough sex, creampie

A/N: I've been sitting on this draft for a while now. So, when I got a hypnosis prompt, I decided that it would be perfect as my proper comeback to smut writing. Honestly, I love the premise, so I might make it a series that I post along with The Gentlemen's Playground.

You sat in your office, a cozy and inviting space in the bustling heart of Seoul. Your unique approach to therapy has garnered a stellar reputation among the city's elite, including the world-famous music and entertainment industry. Your specialty was using hypnosis to guide your clients, helping them navigate the intense stress and pressure that came with their high-profile careers. Today, as you looked at the appointment list, your only session for the morning was with a new client, Jennie, a member of the girl group Blackpink.

Minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring, a wave of excitement washed over you and you unlocked the door. Jennie entered your office, her presence exuded both confidence and a hint of vulnerability. Her stunning beauty and charisma were undeniable, and you could easily understand why she had captivated fans worldwide.

"Hello, Jennie," you greeted her with a warm smile, your voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

"Hi, Dr. Y/N," Jennie replied, her voice soft and slightly hesitant. "I've been told such amazing things about your work, so I'm hoping you can help me with some personal matters that have been troubling me."

You gestured to the comfy couch across from your chair, inviting her to take a seat. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Everything discussed within these walls remains confidential. You can feel safe sharing whatever is on your mind."

Jennie nodded, her eyes briefly scanned the tastefully decorated room, and she took a seat. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I know your schedule is tightly packed."

"Not at all, I've only had the best experiences with your company, so when they contacted me for an appointment, I cleared the morning for our session" you assured her, your tone soothing. "Now, why don't you start by telling me what brings you here today?"

Jennie took a deep breath as if gathering the courage to share something deeply personal. "Well, it's about my… sex life," she began, a slight flush creeping onto her cheeks. "I've never openly discussed this with anyone, even the other members, but I feel like it's affecting my overall happiness."

You maintained a calm and supportive demeanor, creating a judgement-free atmosphere. "It's perfectly okay, Jennie. Sex is a vital aspect of our lives, and it's entirely valid to seek help in this area. Please, tell me more."

"It's just…" Jennie paused, carefully choosing her words. "I've never truly been satisfied with my sex life. All my past relationships… they've all left me feeling somewhat… physically unfulfilled."

You leaned forward, your eyes filled with genuine interest and empathy. "I see. I understand that this can be a challenging topic to discuss, but I'm here to listen and help in any way I can. Please, spare no detail."

"It's not just that," Jennie continued, her voice gaining confidence as she sensed your unwavering support. "The guys I've been with… they all had smaller… you know… and it's just never felt quite right for me. I've watched those porn videos, the ones with massive cocks stretching girls out, and I can't help but wonder what that would feel like. I've also heard stories from Lisa about her and her boyfriend and can't help but feel jealous."

Your eyes widened slightly at Jennie's sincere admission, but you quickly regained your composure and professionalism. "It's completely natural to have those curiosities and desires. Sexual pleasure is very personal, and it's okay to want to explore and experience different things that you may prefer," you say, your voice steady.

Jennie bit her lip, her eyes darted down to her fidgeting hands on her lap. "I know it might sound superficial, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing out on potential pleasure. All the guys I've been with have been Asian, and I guess I'm just curious about… bigger sizes."

You nodded mischievously, your mind formulating a plan to help Jennie in a way that would surpass her wildest expectations. "It's not superficial at all, Jennie. It's okay to have those thoughts and desires. In fact, I believe I can assist you with that."

Jennie looked up at you, her eyes filled with hope. "You can? How?"

"Well," you began, leaning back in your chair and smiling warmly. "As a specialist therapist, I have some unique methods at my disposal. One of which is hypnosis, a favourite amongst my regular clients."

Jennie's eyes widened in surprise. "Hypnosis? Like making people forget their names and sleep from a snap of your fingers?"

You chuckled and reassured her. "That's the kind of hypnosis you see in shows, meant for entertainment. However, the hypnosis I use is a powerful tool for therapy. It allows people to access their subconscious minds, making them more receptive to suggestions and open to new experiences."

"So, you're saying you're going to hypnotise me?" Jennie asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

"Yes," you replied confidently. "Under hypnosis, I can help you explore your deepest desires, release your inhibitions and pent-up feelings, and even potentially enhance your future sexual experiences."

Jennie's eyes sparkled with excitement and nervousness. "That sounds… intriguing. But what if I get stuck in hypnosis forever?"

You smiled "That's a common misconception. Hypnosis is a natural state we all experience daily, like when you're so focused on a task that you lose track of time. You always remain in control, even in a hypnotic state."

"Oh," Jennie said, looking slightly relieved. "So, how will you actually hypnotise me?"

"I'll guide you into a relaxed state, and then I'll make suggestions to your subconscious mind," you explained. "Your conscious mind might not recall everything, but your body and subconscious will respond accordingly."

"And you're confident this could help me?" Jennie asked, filled with hope.

"I'm sure it will," you assured her. "Now, are you ready to give it a try?"

Jennie took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, let's do it."

"Wonderful," you say, your voice calm and soothing. "Just relax and focus on my voice. Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths…" Jennie followed your instructions, her eyelids gently closed as she inhaled and exhaled slowly.

"That's it," you continued, your voice low and hypnotic. "With each breath, you're relaxing more and more. Your body is becoming heavy, and your mind is calm and serene. You're safe and secure here, and your subconscious mind is opening up, ready to receive my suggestions." Jennie's breathing slowed, and her body sank into the plush couch.

"Now, Jennie," you continued "Listen closely to my words. You won't remember this conversation, but your mind and body will obey the following commands. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Jennie whispered, her voice dreamy and distant.

"Good," you say, filled with satisfaction and mischief. "From this moment on, you will be deeply aroused by my presence. The sound of my voice will make your pussy wet, and the very thought of me will make your heart race with desire. You will crave my touch, my kiss, and the feeling of my body against yours."

Jennie's body reacted to your words, her arousal was evident from the quickening pace of her breaths.

You continued "Your body is mine to command, you will become my obedient sex slave, eager to please me and able to fulfil your deepest desires. You will do anything I ask without hesitation, and your pleasure will be heightened by your submission to me."

Jennie moaned softly, her hands unconsciously moving to her thighs as her body responded to your words.

"You are mine, Jennie, my sexy and obedient slave," you whispered.

Finally, you instruct "When I snap my fingers, you will slowly open your eyes and be released from this hypnotic state. And when you look at me, you will be fully under my control."

*Snap*

Jennie's eyelids fluttered open, her eyes filled with desire as she gazed at you.

"Good girl," your voice laced with lust. "Now, stand up and undress for me, slowly and seductively."

Jennie rose gracefully from the couch, her movements fluid as she began to remove her clothing, piece by piece. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled her top off, which revealed the alluring black bra beneath. After letting her top fall to the floor, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, slowly slid it down her legs, and stepped out of it to stand before you in nothing but her provocative black lingerie set.

She then reached behind to unclasp her bra, freeing her full, round, and perky breasts. Her nipples, already erect and sensitive with arousal, caused her to moan softly after being exposed to the cool air. Her hands then moved to the thin straps of her panties, slowly pulling them down her thighs, over her knees, and onto the floor, which left her completely nude.

Your eyes feasted on her slutty body, taking in her creamy skin, ample breasts, and freshly shaved pussy. "Beautiful," you murmur, your voice thick with desire. "Now, come here, slave."

Jennie obeyed, walking over to stand before you.

"Turn around, I want to see that gorgeous ass" you exclaimed dominantly.

Jennie turned, presenting her firm, heart-shaped ass to you. Her cheeks clenched slightly as she felt your gaze on her, and a rush of excitement washed over her at being so exposed and vulnerable.

"Such a perfect view," you praised, as you reached out to gently caress her ass cheeks. "Now, bend over."

Jennie complied, bending at the waist and holding her calves. Her legs were slightly apart, exposing her swollen pussy lips that glistened with arousal.

You stood up and moved behind her, your hands roamed over her ass cheeks before they slipped between her legs to stroke her wet folds. "So wet already," you murmured. "You've been a very naughty girl, Jennie."

Jennie moaned softly, her head hanging down as she reveled in the sensations coursing through her body from your touch.

"Now, I'm going to give you a spanking. Count each strike out loud and thank me for it." you firmly instructed.

"As you command, Master," Jennie whispered, her body trembling with anticipation.

You raised your hand and brought it down sharply on Jennie's left cheek, leaving a bright red handprint. "One, thank you, Master," Jennie gasped, her voice laced with pleasure and pain.

You delivered another sharp smack, this time to her right cheek. "Two, thank you, Master," Jennie cried out filled with excitement.

You continued the spanking, alternating cheeks and landing each smack with force and precision, causing her ass cheeks to glow a rosy red. "Three, thank you, Master," Jennie chanted, her body trembling. "Four, thank you, Master. Five, thank you, Master. Six, thank you..."

"Enough," you exclaimed. "Now, get on your knees and show me how much you've craved a big cock."

Jennie immediately dropped to her knees, her eyes locked with yours as she reached for the waistband of your trousers. With deft fingers, she unbuckled your belt and pulled both your trousers and boxers down revealing your 12-inch erect cock, already pulsating with desire.

Jennie's eyes widened at the sight of your thick, veiny shaft, the head moistened with pre-cum. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and the thought of taking it inside her made her pussy clench with anticipation. A wicked smile crossed her face as she imagined the humiliation her Asian ex-boyfriends would feel if they saw her now, their tiny penises no match for the monster she was about to take.

Jennie took your command to heart, as she leaned forward, her full lips wrapped around the head of your throbbing cock. Her eyes locked with yours, a silent communication of her eagerness to please you and a hidden desire to prove her worth against the small cocks of her past.

Inch by inch, she slowly began lowering her mouth further down your shaft. She attempted to deepthroat you, her tongue swirling and her throat muscles relaxing to accommodate your impressive length and girth. The sensation was euphoric; her warm, wet mouth enveloped you, and her soft tongue massaged your sensitive underside. You finally felt her nose nudge your pubic bone as she took you fully, her eyes watering as she struggled to push through her gag reflex.

'That's it, Jennie,' you encouraged, your voice hoarse with desire. 'Take me all the way down, show yourself that you can deal with a real man.'

Jennie moaned around your length, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. She withdrew slightly, only to plunge back down, her lips forming a tight seal around you. Her hands grasped your thighs, her fingernails dug into your skin as she took control of the rhythm, her head bobbing up and down at a steady pace. Her mind pictured the pathetic men she once dated, their small packages were no comparison to your mighty cock and each movement of her head was a silent victory over her past unsatisfying encounters.

The sight of her, on her knees, mouth stretched around your girth, was a powerful aphrodisiac. You placed your hands on her head, threading your fingers through her silky hair, and guided her movements. 'Such a good girl,' you praised 'But now, I want to fuck that beautiful mouth, and show you what you've been missing.'

With a nod, Jennie understood your desire and her craving for submission. She released your cock from her mouth, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. You then guided her to the edge of the couch, and positioned her on her knees, her hands resting on the cushions. Jennie, filled with anticipation, opened her mouth, inviting you in and ready to prove her worth.

You grasped your shaft, placing the tip of your cock onto her waiting lips. With a firm thrust, you entered her mouth, and her tongue flicked across the sensitive underside of your cock, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The sensation was electric, her warm mouth enveloped you and her full lips caressed your shaft. You began to face fuck her, your hips snapped forward and back, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper into her throat.

'Look at me, Jennie,' you commanded 'I want to see your eyes as I use that pretty mouth and make you feel the power of a real man.'

Jennie's gaze met yours, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of pleasure and triumph. She moaned around your length, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure. Your pace quickened, with each motion a testament to your lust and her newfound purpose.

'That's it, my obedient sex slave,' you growled. 'Take it all in, let me use that gorgeous slutty mouth and show the world that you were made for bigger and better cocks.'

Jennie's response was a guttural sound of bliss, her body trembled as she surrendered to the primal act, her mind filled with images of her exes' tiny cocks in comparison to your massive member.

You increased your pace even further, your hips were a blur hammering into and out of her mouth. 'You're doing so well, Jennie, I want to feel your throat tighten around me as I cum. Show me how much you've craved big cock.' you exclaimed.

Jennie's eyes widened at your words, her body tensed in anticipation. You grasped her hair tighter, guiding her head in a synchronous rhythm that enhanced your deep thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of her sucking and slurping, and your heavy breathing as you neared your climax.

'That's it you whore, suck me dry, swallow my cum, and prove to yourself that you were made for more than those pathetic small cocks.' you grunted.

As you exploded, filling Jennie's mouth with your hot seed, her throat constricted around your shaft, milking every last drop. Her eyes never left yours, and you see her struggle to swallow the copious amount of cum you released.

Withdrawing your cock, it glistened with a mixture of saliva and cum. You then pulled her to the couch, her body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. 'Lie back' you instructed 'It's time for you to truly feel me.'

Jennie, her body flushed with arousal, followed your command and offered herself completely to your pleasure and to the fulfilment of her fantasies. She laid on the couch and spread her legs, a wanton invitation. You positioned yourself between her thighs, your eyes locking with hers as you placed your throbbing cock to her glistening core. 'Are you ready for this, my eager slave? Are you ready to finally experience fullness?'

'Please, Master,' she pleaded, her hands reaching up to pull you closer. 'I need your cock inside me. I need to feel you, all of you, and all at once.'

The desperation in her voice sent a jolt of dominance through you, and with a growl, you rammed your cock forward, claiming the depths of her pussy in one smooth motion. Her eyes flew open at the sensation of being filled so completely and perfectly, her mind briefly flashed to the disappointing encounters with her exes. 'Oh, my God,' she yelled, her back arching off the couch, her hands gripping the cushions as if to anchor herself during this overwhelming moment. 'It's so big! I've never felt so full!'

You paused, giving her a moment to adjust to your size, to the feeling of being stretched and broken in, and to the realisation that she could never go back. Then, with a primal need, you began to move, your hips snapped forward and backward, each thrust deliberate and powerful. You filled her again and again, each stroke erasing the memories of her previous sexual experiences.

'You like that, don't you? You like being fucked by a cock that destroys your tight Asian pussy, that makes you forget those insignificant little boys' you roared, pounding into her.

'Yes, Master!' she cried out. 'It's incredible! I've never felt so full, so completely satisfied! I was so wrong to settle for anything less!'

Her words spurred you on, and you showed no mercy as you drove into her, your hands roughly gripped her slender hips, leaving faint marks on her porcelain skin. Jennie's body became a canvas of pleasure, her breasts swayed, her nipples stood erect and tight, and her tight belly bulged with each thrust. Instinctively, her long legs wrapped around your waist, her ankles locked behind your back as you continued to thrust. The slight change in angle sent new waves of pleasure through her, and she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls.

'You feel that, slut? You feel how deep I can go, how much more pleasure I can give you' you asked.

'Master, I feel it! I feel your enormous cock throbbing inside me! I never want to go back!' Jennie groaned, her body moving in sync with yours, meeting your thrusts with her own.

You leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss as you continued to ram into her. The kiss was fierce, your tongue mimicked the rhythm of your hips and claimed her soul. Jennie responded with equal fervor, her hands grasped your hair and pulled you in as if she couldn't get enough of your taste, as if she had been starving for this kind of passion and pleasure.

You broke the kiss, sat up, and roughly grabbed her legs, spreading them as wide as they could go. Continuing to pound deep into her, Jennie's eyes rolled upwards, her mouth gaped open and her tongue hung outwards. She revealed her slutty ahegao face and it was a sight to behold. Her body and core began to clench around you, and you could feel her pleasure building to an intense peak "I'm close, Master!"

You suddenly pulled out, releasing your cock from her pussy's tight hold. "Not yet, my little slave, ride me and show me how much you crave this superior cock!" you commanded.

With a fluid motion, Jennie pushed you onto your back and rose, her body a vision of newfound confidence. Placing her hands on your chest for support, she then straddled your lap and roughly impaled herself with your cock. Taking control, she moved her hips in a forceful yet sensual rhythm, maximising her pleasure.

You grasped her hips and repositioned your own so that she could take you even deeper. Playfully, you encouraged her "That's it, Jennie, take all of me, fuck yourself on my cock like the whore you are."

Following your encouragement, Jennie continued to move her body up and down, moaning with a sound of pure satisfaction and triumph.

Seeing her ample breasts bounce, teased you to taste them. You placed her hands on your shoulders and, as she leaned forward, captured her right nipple between your lips. You sucked and teased her firm nipple as she continued to ride you. "Oh, yes! I love how my Master sucks on my sensitive tits!" she cried out, her body trembling.

After a teasing final suckle, you released her right nipple and focused on the left. This time, you playfully bit down and pulled her nipple with your teeth, causing her to moan with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Feeling satisfied, you freed her tits and instructed her "Now, my eager slave, turn around and bounce that firm ass on my cock."

Jennie, her body shiny with sweat, complied and turned facing away from you. She got into a squatting position and lowered herself onto your shaft, her movements were slow and deliberate, and her back arched as she took you in, inch by inch. Her hands gripped your legs, her fingers dug into your flesh as she set a new rhythm.

"That's it, Jennie," you praised, your voice a low rumble. "Enjoy being filled and stretched out by a real man."

Jennie moaned and started to quicken her pace, her body moved in a way that showcased her surrender to her desires and the superiority of your size. As her rhythm intensified, you had the perfect view of her ass. It took the whole of your length and jiggled each time she slammed into you.

Soon, her head fell backwards, her long silky black hair cascading down her back as she acquiesced to the sensations that coursed through her. "Master! I'm so close again! Your cock… it's taking me to places I've never been with those small cock boys!" she exclaimed in ecstasy.

"That's it, let go! Cum for me while you ride my big hard cock!" you shouted.

Jennie's body shook violently, her walls clenched around you as she surrendered to her orgasm. "I'm coming, Master!" she screamed, her nails digging into your legs as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. You continued to fuck her through her orgasm, your hands engulfed her small waist, supporting her in a sensual rhythm.

As her climax began to subside, you moved her to the edge of the couch and positioned her on all fours, her hands and knees sinking into the cushions. Almost instinctively, her back arched and offered a stunning view of her glistening pussy. "Now, my obedient slave, it's my turn." you laugh "I'm gonna break your mind and pussy."

Jennie, her body still heaving with overwhelming pleasure, could only nod in submission. You stood behind her and tightly held onto her hips with both hands. Using the tip of your erect cock, you teased her wet folds and, with a single powerful thrust, rammed deep inside her.

Before she could even comprehend what had happened, you pulled out fully and slammed right back into her. You continued to roughly jackhammer her tight wet Asian pussy, stretching her out and bruising her cervix. "You like that, Jennie? You like being taken from behind, being reminded that you're a submissive little slut that has outgrown those Asian boys?" you exclaimed.

"Yes, Master!" she cried out in pain. "Take me, own me, I've chosen you and the path of true pleasure!" She began to move her body in sync with yours, her hands tightly gripping the cushions as she took you in. Jennie's surrender was absolute, her body was a vessel for your pleasure and your dominance over her was complete.

Suddenly, her arms and legs gave in, releasing your hard cock and leaving her prone on the couch. Despite this, you quickly repositioned yourself above her and forcefully pushed your length back into her, filling her once more.

"Fuck Jennie! Your pussy is so tight in this position." you praised emphatically. Jennie moaned with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion "I love it, Master! I love how you use my pussy as your personal fleshlight, fucking it roughly into oblivion!"

As you continued to drive into her, you felt the coil of your pleasure tighten. You leaned down, your mouth close to her ear, your breath hot against her skin, and whispered a command. "That's right, slave. And now, I want you to come for me again before I finally finish deep inside of you."

Jennie's body reacted to your erotic words, her pussy clenched around your shaft as she pleaded. "Please, Master, fill me with your cum! I want to feel your cum inside me, claiming me as yours! I choose you, and I'll never look back!"

Your control began to slip as her words, her submission, and the tight heat of her body pushed you closer to the edge. Your movements became wilder, your pace became a frenzied rhythm, and each thrust became a statement of your mastery over her. "You're mine, Jennie," you growled, your voice raw with passion and lust. "Every part of you, every scream, every moan, belongs to me!"

"Oh, Master! Fuck me deeper, harder, and faster!" she cried out, her body moving in perfect harmony with yours, her pleasure once again building to an intense peak.

With a powerful final thrust, you surrendered to your pleasure and roared as you released your hot seed deep within her, marking her as your property. At the same time, Jennie's body convulsed as she too surrendered to her climax, her walls milking your shaft and her pleasure consuming her.

For minutes, you remain joined, your bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of your shared pleasure. Jennie's breath was ragged, her eyes glazed with satisfaction as she turned her head to look at you, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"That was…" she began, her voice triumphant and exhausted. "I've never experienced anything like that. I feel like I've finally found what I've been missing."

You returned a warm smile, a sense of victory filling you. "It's been my pleasure to guide you, Jennie. And this is just the beginning of your journey into true fulfilment."

Finally getting up, you both slowly got dressed. However, Jennie's curiosity got the better of her, her mind still buzzing from the heavenly experience. "But how did I… I mean, I don't remember agreeing to all of this. It's like I had no control, but I loved it."

You laughed with an insidious glint in your eyes, a glint of a master who had hypnotised his client to become his sex slave. "The mind is powerful, Jennie. As you can tell from first-hand experience, even if you don't remember it, hypnosis can still do wonders for the mind and body."

Jennie nodded understandingly "So, it's almost like, I was… under a spell?" "A spell of pleasure that frees you, one might say," you smoothly replied "And it's a spell I'm sure you'll want to be under again, to continue exploring the path you've chosen today."

Jennie smiled lustfully, her body still humming with the afterglow of her intense orgasms and her mind already imagining the possibilities of future sessions. "I can't deny that it was… an eye-opening experience. I want to explore more, to leave no stone unturned in my pursuit of pleasure and fulfilment."

You held the door open for her, a silent promise in your eyes, a promise of further guidance and pleasure. "Until next time, Jennie. A world of true satisfaction awaits, and you've only just begun to scratch the surface."

As Jennie stepped out, you allowed yourself a moment of gratification, knowing that the hypnosis had worked its magic and Jennie had now become your obedient personal sex slave. You now wondered about your other clients and the possibilities of guiding them to a similar outcome. The thought was tantalising, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a journey into the dark and devious world of hypnotic domination.

[crowleysgirl56]

Just to go back to @meatballlady’s first reblog for a second regarding the reason for season 2, I actually wrote a theory about that early last year right after Prime confirmed S3 had been green lit. I think the reason for S2 being what it is comes down to how a sequel to the original book was planned. I can’t quite remember what the exact wording of the story for the green lit S3 was now, but it went something along the lines of “The second coming is approaching, there are only two people who can stop it, Crowley and Aziraphale, and they’re not talking”. My theory is this is exactly what the sequel novel’s plot was going to be.

Firstly, we obviously know they’re not taking because of what happened in the final 15. But what if that was the actual premise of the sequel novel? The second coming approaches, only Aziraphale and Crowley can stop it, but they’re not talking.

Secondly, we know the sequel to the book probably had to do with the second coming, because that’s just the obvious next step after the anti-Christ turns up (as per biblical doctrine). Crowley even says “the Big One” in relation to a war between Heaven and Hell. What would be bigger than the second coming of Jesus?

Putting all this together, my theory is something occurred unseen between the two novels that caused Aziraphale and Crowley to fight and stop talking. What that something was, whether it would get revealed slowly in the book via flashbacks, or revealed later during exposition, or maybe not referenced at all and perhaps they just make up instead, I guess we’ll never know.

But as a narrative for a television series, that probably wouldn’t have worked. So season 2 was written literally to give the audience a backstory to why Crowley and Aziraphale aren’t talking when the second coming happens. I don’t think trying to add why they weren’t talking would have worked if they were also trying to tell the story of the second coming at the same time.

Whether that narrative worked seems to be a bit of a debate. I think everyone (including myself) became so obsessed with Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship and the excellent flashback sequences, and then traumatised by the final 15 and the cliffhanger ending, we’ve not really critically looked at how plain and simple the rest of the story was. Like, it was fine, but it didn’t have that bombastic narrative like the first story. There didn’t seem to be any urgency to the matter. S1 you had the end of the world approaching and the desperate search for the anti-Christ. S2 was merely the mystery around why Gabriel’s memory was wiped, and maybe something bad could possibly be happening. So I can understand why people found it unsatisfying.

I do think S3 will be a lot better (even if it is only 90 minutes), but I think because we will definitely be able to focus in on the narrative of the second coming and the romance between Crowley and Aziraphale.

Anyway that’s my completely rambling thoughts, hope they made sense!

Also @maaikeatthefullmoon you’re Imposter Syndrome on AO3?! Hello! I read Epistolary back when you first wrote it! Excellent work. I’m sorry you feel like you won’t be able to write planned story, it sounds very interesting.

Who else is in the ‘they are speaking - mind-to-mind’ theory camp?

I’ve had to accept that I’m not going to have time to write the fanfic I have all planned out in my mind. Not if I want to Write Seriously™️ and be a functioning human.

I don’t even have the time to write a long-arse meta like I’d love to. I’d love to spend a whole day just delving into my thoughts but…not gonna happen. As it is I’ve got about 10 minutes until someone gets home and I’ll be expected to do useful things.

So.

I think Aziraphale taught Crowley a useful magic trick in 1941. Our Part 3. Which we see during The Kiss in the Final 15 - when Crowley passes something to Az. What does he pass? Dunno. But it’s got something to do with this new communication ability.

This isn’t Crowley realising his feelings. They have both known their feelings for long enough. This is him realising he needs to put plans into action. Spurred by Nina’s words, and other things. They’ve been too conspicuous. It’s too dangerous. He needs to protect his angel.

All of this - a lot of acting for those listening in, but probably also anger and devastation at Crowley for putting into action the emergency plan without Az’s consent? But rather than being angry, I think this “I forgive you” is genuinely meant. Az knows Crowley saw no other way out for them. I think there’s a degree of bodily autonomy this plan takes away, but Az wants him to know that’s ok. He forgives him.

And that means more than “I love you” to me.

So while Crowley drives, he’s (oooh, is it breaking the law? Is it like talking on the phone?? Demon!) talking to his angel. I believe, telling him he’ll be taking his place as the Grand Duke of Hell. Ready to fuck shit up.

As we have Aziraphale (and Michael Sheen, master of microexpressions) joining in the planning.

Ready to fuck shit up.

And so we have our players manoeuvred into place. Head of Staff of Heaven & Hell. Ostensibly.

Not speaking. Verbally.

But mentally…that’s a different story.

[deadboyoffice]

hello!

for the request drabble, would you do something for payneland and 💀 ? (if you could add some 💪 or 🥰 I'd be delighted!)

have a good day! :)

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry,” Charles repeated like a useless mantra as he gathered Edwin into his arms. He hauled him up and started running. Away from that awful well with the hungry spirit, out of the graveyard. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Charles choked even without a breath. “I can make it better, I’ll make it better-”

What kind of brawn was he? He couldn’t even protect the most important person in his afterlife. Edwin pushed him out of the way when the gnawing maw wanted to get him. Why, why, why?

“Charles,” Edwin called, in a gentle, weak voice. He was still here, he still existed. “Corrupted ghosts wouldn’t eat anything from Hell.”

Charles fell on his knees as they buckled under the realization.

Edwin protected him. That ghost would have eaten him if Edwin didn’t interfere. Charles would be gone. No Hell, no afterlife, no nothing. Now he was left to exist in his guilt of not being strong enough for Edwin. With still a chance to prove himself. By Edwin’s side.

“You did well,” Edwin whispered. He slid his arms around Charles’ shoulders, clinging desperately to him. “You did well, Charles.”

A primal scream broke from Charles’ throat.

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Ok this is technically two drabbles because I attempted to include everything :D

Thank you for this request!! Bridal carry is one of my fav tropes 🥰

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[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

Hello! Hope you are doing well!

Random thought I had to share: Alhaitham obtained his Vision after reading a section about language. The passages itself lean into his philosophy of uniqueness and the individual. Makes sense, with Visions bring tied to ambitions and all. But at the same time, this is language - a system people developed to communicate with other people.

There's such a neat dichotomy with the two facets of Alhaitham's character: egoism as well as social affiliation. And I think it's that dichotomy that makes Alhaitham’s character stories so interesting. There are a lot of things directly stated, as well as things implied or hidden in plain sight. The prose is written objectively rational and detached from personal emotion, but sentiments are still discernible through omission.

Kaveh's character stories get the most recognition - and for good reason when it's written so easily to empathize with. Meanwhile Alhaitham's really comes across as academic jargon at first glance. But I really feel there is as much depth in Alhaitham’s stories as much as Kaveh's. And it only just struck me why his Vision story intrigued me so much. There's no clear indication on when it happened, but I like to imagine it occurred sometime after the fallout. The passage he read affirms his personal beliefs and ambitions, and I can see the text evoking his longing to reconnect at the same time.

I don't know. Maybe I'm looking too much into it.

Hiya! Thank you for your interesting ask!

I completely agree with your thoughts on Alhaitham’s character stories, they really are chock full of detail, even more so with what’s been omitted and what has to be inferred, whereas Kaveh’s are more straightforward. I think this ties in really nicely with their individual characters, where kaveh’s empathy and sensibility shines through, whereas alhaitham’s stories are given in a rational, detached way – but like you said, this doesn’t mean they’re absent of emotion in any way. I’ve gone through some of my personal favourites in terms of potential omissions and sentiments that can be inferred

This passage gives the reason for alhaitham’s sarcasm, which I think is interesting in fleshing out his character in terms of him wanting to evade unwanted interaction, as it’s a call to question the things alhaitham says and why, and also the motives behind his bickering with kaveh. alhaitham can be seen to instigate supposed ‘trouble’ with kaveh by outright goading or teasing, such as when we’re introduced to kaveh during the archon quest, which can be seen as alhaitham genuinely enjoying his and kaveh’s rapport, and yet kaveh perceives this as alhaitham antagonising him.

it can demonstrate the difference between kaveh’s method of communication as opposed to alhaitham’s, as kaveh states that it’s come to a point where he can’t tell the difference between sarcasm and genuine praise, whereas alhaitham typically uses sarcasm as a means of deflection and evasion, but also to goad kaveh into interacting. It’s an interesting passage (for me) because it seems to directly ask for engagement to question alhaitham, which is exactly what alhaitham values as knowledge, this ability to analyse and question, which aligns so well with the alhaitham style of narrative for his character stories – of course he would invite the reader to question the information they’re given (at least, that’s how I choose to see it hehe)

additionally, this passage seems to contrast directly with alhaitham inviting kaveh to live with him, considering that his and kaveh’s relationship is described as ‘terrible’ by outsiders, and that alhaitham claims to want to leave the house of daena to avoid another interaction with kaveh, but doesn’t – it can raise the question, if alhaitham wants to avoid trouble, why does he go out of the way to include kaveh in his life?

The mirror passage is pretty damning in terms of sentiment I think hahaha, whilst there are no mentions of alhaitham’s feelings regarding their argument or how he feels at the present, it’s very evident that this is a significant, positive shift for him in what he gains by having kaveh directly involved in his life – being kaveh himself

Also, alhaitham’s mentions of home are almost exclusively tied to his grandmother’s house, and then the property he and kaveh were given due to their thesis project – a property which he moved into on his own accord, despite having inherited his grandmother’s home. I’ve discussed it’s likely that alhaitham expected to run into kaveh at some point upon moving into this once shared property (as there’s nothing really here to suggest otherwise, as the reasons for alhaitham’s move aren’t mentioned), so it’s discernible that living with kaveh has never once posed as an issue for alhaitham

I’ve talked about the line regarding kaveh’s dissatisfaction here as it essentially builds into what alhaitham considers important to the both of them functioning as each other’s mirror. as a side note, I really like the EN translation listing build up here, as if listing properties that are supposedly almost inconsequential only to amount to what is essential not only to alhaitham’s perspective as a scholar, but alhaitham as a person, with kaveh’s personal attributes listed beside his scholarly views

When looking at this passage in particular and comparing it to his character stories as a whole, it’s actually really touching ahaha alhaitham’s interactions are limited with rebutting ‘offensive’ comments spoken at work meetings he chooses to attend, and nodding at those he considers himself friendly with in the street, as well as meetings with nahida and those he is friendly with, so alhaitham being the one to invite kaveh to live with him can almost come out of nowhere, especially as there are no recorded feelings about his past friendship with kaveh, other than that he values kaveh’s intelligence and that they worked together, but fell out due to differences – which is then described as a typical occurrence in the akademiya, as if calling attention to this generalisation of the description of this event. It makes the omission here questionable, as alhaitham’s perspective of the argument, along with his personal feelings, aren’t given, whereas kaveh goes into much more detail

Additionally, alhaitham makes repeated references to avoiding prejudices and maintaining objectivity, so him valuing kaveh’s opposing perspective makes perfect sense, but alhaitham goes above this by actively considering kaveh his mirror, which aligns them as perfect equals, something that alhaitham obviously values and prioritises - kaveh is very much highlighted as an irreplaceable bond

I think this is a perfect example of alhaitham’s sentiment present but not explicitly stated. Alhaitham’s life pursuit of comfort is based upon his grandmother’s wishes for him. I find the phrase ‘he was informed’ really interesting, in that he was seemingly previously unaware that this had been arranged for him by his grandmother, in order for him to learn from other darshans, to maintain a balanced, clear perspective, like a one-sided communication from his grandmother – and this leading into how alhaitham lives by his grandmother’s advice is especially touching

Following this then, alhaitham moving out of his inherited house and into the new property (which again we aren’t given a reason as to why), and looking through the books his parents had left, supposedly for the first time in a while, perhaps even since looking through them for the first time? But as it’s stipulated that alhaitham has next to no memories of his parents, and all he knows is through his grandmother, this passage reads as alhaitham gaining a sense of them through their writing, a one-way communication. The passage ends with the encapsulation of his character stories, abiding by his grandmother’s wishes for him to pursue a life suitable for him, which I think is a really moving sentiment. there’s no detail given about personal feelings as there might have been in kaveh’s writing style, but there doesn’t need to be with all this implied sentiment, that invites the reader to engage with the text

!!! you have a really interesting take on alhaitham’s vision. I don’t think it’s farfetched to associate this with kaveh considering that alhaitham’s character stories as a whole invite interpretation, and they allude to kaveh’s philosophies very often when outlining alhaitham’s opposing views on collectivism

It does seem that alhaitham gained his vision after the argument, as he was out on a research trip, which presumably he undertook on his own, as the thesis with kaveh is the only joint project he worked on so ‘people are controlled by language under many circumstances’ is interesting to me here as it’s a rather ambiguous line, being that it can have both positive connotations (in terms of making a language unique to the respective individual, aligning with alhaitham’s individualism) and negative connotations

In relation to kaveh, this line from the tome could represent the limits of language, or rather the subjectivity of it, in that language can easily be misconstrued by another. During their argument, I see it that alhaitham’s underlying concern for kaveh’s philosophies is construed as an attack on kaveh’s character, as this tension is described as 'exploding spectacularly’, so it’s comprehensible that in the heat of the moment, intentions weren’t worded in the ideal way. In this sense, regret can perhaps be inferred here, as the restrictions of language failed in communicating himself effectively, which carries this sense of longing to connect that you mention with this dichotomy of egoism and social affiliation

Alhaitham’s character stories are so fun to tear into, there’s so many angles to take when reading them precisely because of certain omissions and implications of personal feelings – when contrasting them with kaveh’s, it becomes evident just how much emotion and how many details have been left out on the surface, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there! Thank you so much for your ask, it’s certainly given me a lot to think about! <33333

[dumbgoondog]

Kenjaku’s Brain Teaser

MDNI +18 NSFW

Pre established relationship, gn!reader, friends with benefits or dating, reader is a bit of a brat. He/they Kenjaku.

Cw/Tw - gore. Brain smut. No blood but you are up in his brain, literally. Licking and fingering. Eating that shit out like coochie. Cannibalism I guess?

You’re bored. Kenjaku had been entertaining the disaster curses and Choso for hours now playing their 3rd? Round of Life, now. Why? Mahito is making a legacy story that he’s starting a super amazing family line and each game is the kids from the last game. This also included that before they started the second round new rules were established to the game to make it fair. Choso has also become invested in his little family legacy story as well, Kenjaku is just having so much fun as well. Jogo looks like he’s about to blow though, and is trying to levy that a new rule should be added that if you’re sharing a space with a player you can attempt to MURDER their family.

Yeah, it’s fun to watch, especially since each round everyone has to convince Jogo to stay and not blow everything up. Two rounds ago you watched Mahito and Kenjaku under the table take bets how long will Jogo last, and you’re pretty sure that Choso has started to draw his family. Maybe you weren’t THAT bored, but still, you were wanting attention and were feeling restless.

Pulling yourself off the couch you give Kenjaku a little puppy pout over your shoulder and go upstairs once kenjaku gives you a smile and shrug, sticking his tongue out. You dramatically groan as you go up the steps already planning how to get back at your partner in crime. Maybe you could unorganize his things, or scoot things an inch to the left? You’ll think of something…

Kenjaku laughs trotting up the stairs to get out of the way as Mahito runs his arms out stretched like wings as Jogo sends insects flying after Mahito. Choso is ducking for cover shielding his drawings of his family characters, and Kenjaku loves it. 1, cuz he won the bet. 2, cuz look at this all, the way that these curses interact and their values! 3, cuz he knows he’s annoyed you and you’ve got something waiting for him upstairs.

Coming into his office, they look around quirking a brow a smile tugging on their lips. You’re clever and they love that, you do things that are fun and a lovely challenge. Slipping into chair he looks over everything and nothing seems out of place… mildly concerning but exciting!

You on the other hand are squeezed between the bookshelf and potted plant behind his desk holding still and being quiet waiting for him to settle in. You figured out exactly what you’d do, and he was going to HATE it. So once Kenjaku had settled in enough, you move out and sneak up-

“Hello you, what have you planned for me hmm?”

You click your tongue and rolls your eyes, “I’m not sneaky enough, or you’re just too aware of everything.” Kenjaku doesn’t even look up, he just gives a little laugh and shrug. Luckily that works in your favor as you move behind annnnddd-

Snip!

There’s a good pause before Kenjaku reaches a hand up and touches at the thread of his stitches you’d just snipped. You hold back a snicker of smug satisfaction while Kenjaku gives a heavy mildly bemused sigh, “Wow, really? Childish. As much as this is mildly annoying you could certainly do better. Get my thread.”

“No,” you muse but one side eye and you tuck your tail, walking to the drawer of twine, “can we use the pink stitching this time? It’d look so good!”

Of course you know he wants the black twine, and he knows you know so he doesn’t even answer. You snatch it up and walk back to him pulling the threading of his stitches out. To your lack of experience you don’t have a hand up to hold his brain cap in place as it starts to slide and Kenjaku has to reach up to catch it, “Careful now, have you no tact? Hmm? You know, the brain is extremely sensitive, delicate, and you can’t just be so careless. Especially since RCT comes from the brain and I wouldn’t be able to heal as well if you did to much damage. That is a good question that brings up however, would non lethal brain damage be able to debilitate a sorcerer from using cursed energy or perhaps help awaken one’s cursed technique even-“

You look up and stare at the ceiling with an exhausted groan. Looking back down you stare at the slightly exposed purple brain and the liquid dripping from the opening. Without much thought or consideration you reach out and trace a finger along the gummy, squishy organ.

“Perhaps the brain works with cursed energy but the soul is the ho-oh-oh! Mmph- and what are you huff… doing now, hmm?” Kenjaku groans turning his head to look to you a bit flush in the cheeks. You’re slack jaw, his brain was sensitive and got him to moan like a bitch! A mischievous grin takes over your face as you reach both hands up to trace and touch at his brain lightly pressing and massaging the folds.

Kenjaku gasps a hand jerking out to try and grab onto you, but falling short grabbing his arm rest. Their eyes screw shut as they bite their lip smiling trying to maintain posture but shuddering feeling you caress and tease a finger into the wrinkles a dirty “shlk” noise accompanying it. Kenjaku gives another stuttering groan and breathes raggedly, “aaah what are you- you ooh fu-uh-uck~ keep going. Yes, keep going.”

You dip your fingers in more squeezing them into cracks and trailing them through the purple squishy maze. Kenjaku chokes a bit on his own sounds their hips stuttering up trying to Buck and fuck into nothing, desperate. You smile, biting your lip seeing Kenjaku coming so undone from such gentle touches and just barely teasing them has them almost whimpering under you.

“Fuck- push, push in some more. The parietal lobe- mmngh yeah darling please, up and a bit to the-the back, oh you feel so good in me,” They’re still goin on and now it’s your goal to get the bitch to shut it. Moving your hands to where instructed you slip your thumbs between the halves and fingers into his wet folds milking out his juices. Oh the moan that draws out is the cry of absolute pleasure and the way a weak trembling hand comes to hold your hip has you giddy.

The man who’s normally busting your guts, weak and nearly whimpering trying and failing to maintain his composure. He’s got a tent pulled tight in their robes a wet bead already forming at his tip. With a little hum you roll your fingers and swallowing back the slight questioning of cleanliness, lean in dragging your tongue along his folds.

Best decision of your LIFE. The way his back arches and the cry of pleasure that rips from his center, how his hand clenched around your hip certainly going to leave a bruise. The drool that falls past their lips as they twitch their hips and squeeze their thighs together seeking more pleasure. Your face is flush and swallowing the juices that aren’t that bad honestly, just kinda salty.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, oh, please!” Kenjaku whines and who are you to deny? You keep massaging and lean back in to lick and kiss more, making Kenjaku jerk and moan. Both hands are on you now, squeezing and grabbing trying to find any stability while pleasure racks through him.

You can tell he’s getting close, from the way his breathing is picking up and getting more breathy than moan filled. The way his brows are screwing together as they go from eyes shut to open and rolled back. You kiss a slow teasing trail along the crest, and are about to dip your tongue between the halves to let him hit that peak when-

“Geto! Geto! Jogo is going to maximum meteor us! Calm him! Send help! Wee woo wee woo!” Mahito’s chipper and jovial voice breaks through the symphony of pleasure. You snicker, and pull back, sliding the thread on the desk more in front of Kenjaku.

“Looks like you’re needed! Sorry for distracting! I’ll let you get to it!” You sneer and skip away with Kenjaku’s exasperated sigh following you and his quiet murmur of curses. He’ll get you back for that. You know you’ll get your comeuppance.

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄⁸

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. “C’mon Y/N, you just graduated last week, we gotta celebrate!”

I was sitting at my work bench, ordering new parts for my car, when he appeared beside me, a wide smile on his face. I glanced up at him, my expression neutral, and gave a small shrug.

“It’s not really a big deal, Matt,” I muttered, turning my attention back to the computer screen.

Six months had passed since the incident in my condo with Chris, and it felt like a lifetime ago. It was no longer December. It was now June. The memories and the hurt were still fresh in my mind, and they had changed me in ways I was struggling to deal with.

I’d grown colder, more distant, just wanting to be away from everyone. And yet, every time I thought of him, I couldn’t help but hate him.

I knew through Matt that he was still the same old Chris, hooking up with a different girl every week, and it only fueled my anger.

It was like he’d actually listened to me that night when I told him to leave, and I hated him for it. I hated how carefree he seemed, how he seemed to move on without a second thought while I suffered in silence. And yet, despite all the anger and hurt, there was a part of me that still longed for him, the part that yearned for the man who had comforted me and listened to my story.

I tried to push these thoughts away, to focus on my work and my own life, but the memories always crept back in, and I felt more lost and alone than ever.

I hated how easy it was for him to just move on so quickly, moving on to the next girl like it was nothing, like I meant nothing to him.

If he really wanted to change as much as he claimed, he would’ve stayed that night, would’ve fought for me when I pushed him away. He knew I was scared, and if he truly wanted to prove he was willing to change for me, he would’ve stayed and shown me. But he didn’t, and that hurt the most.

Matt's voice broke through my thoughts, his tone teasing. “Hello? Earth to Y/N.”

I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts and looking up at him. His face reminded me of Chris, and I couldn’t help the pang of hurt and anger that came with it. But as I looked at him, I was reminded once again that they were very different people.

“Sorry, just lost in thought,” I muttered, forcing a casual tone.

Matt gave me a firm look, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re celebrating, and I don’t care if you say no. You’ve stayed in this house for way too long.”

I could see the determination in his eyes, and I knew there was no arguing with him. He didn’t know what had happened between Chris and me, nor did he know why I’d moved houses. But he was concerned about me, and he wasn’t going to let me shut myself away any longer.

I tried to protest, my voice weak. “Matt, please...”

But he cut me off before I could say anything else, his tone firm. “Nope, you’re leaving the house tonight”

I knew there was no use arguing with him, he had made up his mind, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

I sighed in resignation, realizing that I had lost this battle. I closed my laptop and pushed back from the workbench, standing up and facing Matt.

“Fine, fine,” I said, my voice tinged with annoyance. “Where would we go?”

Matt gave me a smug grin, clearly pleased that he'd gotten his way. “The club,” he said casually. “I can get us into the VIP section.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing that a night at the club with Matt was going to be more than I bargained for. But I didn't have a choice, so I just nodded reluctantly.

Matt's tone was nonchalant as he spoke, a sly smile on his face. “I’ll invite a few people,” he said, “so it won’t just be us up there. Today we celebrate you.”

I nodded again, secretly hoping that “a few people” didn’t include Chris. The thought of seeing him after six months filled me with a mixture of dread and anger.

Matt pulled out his phone, quickly typing out a few messages. He looked up at me as he spoke, his tone still nonchalant.

“I’ll be back for you later tonight,” he said. “I’ll be your designated driver for the night, so you don’t have to worry about anything.” I nodded again, knowing that I was in for a long night, for better or for worse.

Matt walked to his car and drove away, leaving me alone in my house. I sighed, knowing that there was no way out of this celebration.

I got up from my workbench and walked inside the house, closing the garage door behind me. I headed upstairs, knowing I had to get ready for the night ahead.

It was a warm night, and I wore a fitted, black bodycon dress that hugged my curves. The dress had a slit up the side, revealing a hint of skin, and the back of the dress dipped low, showing off my bare back. I paired the dress with a pair of strappy heels and a small clutch.

My hair hung loose around my shoulders, styled in soft, beachy waves, and my makeup was subtle but flawless, accentuating my features.

As I waited, I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious in my outfit. It wasn’t something I typically wore, but since we were going to the club, I had to dress the part.

I heard the sound of a car approaching, and I looked up to see Matt’s car pulling up in front of my house. He got out of the car and walked up to the passenger side, opening the door for me.

I stepped towards the car, my heels clicking against the pavement. As I approached, Matt’s eyes widened, taking in my outfit. “Damn,” he muttered, a grin spreading across his face. “You look good enough to eat.”

I was taken aback by Matt’s comment, blushing slightly at his forwardness. I playfully slapped his shoulder in response, half-jokingly scolding him.

“Matt!” I exclaimed, my tone scolding but my tone laced with amusement. “You can’t just say things like that!”

Matt just chuckled in response, clearly not ashamed of his comment. “What? I’m just stating a fact,” he said, his tone unapologetic as he held the car door open for me.

“Besides,” he continued, his grin widening, “you deserve a compliment. You look great.”

I shook my head, a small smile on my face despite myself. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, still blushing slightly as I got into the car.

I settled into the passenger seat, my dress riding up a bit as I sat down, revealing more of my legs. I self-consciously pulled it down, hoping Matt hadn’t noticed.

“Careful there,” Matt said, his tone teasing as he closed the car door and walked around to the driver’s side. “Don’t want to flash anyone before we even get to the club.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing he’d noticed. “Shut up,” I said, a hint of a smile on my lips.

Matt chuckled in response, the sound filling the car. “You know you like it,” he said as he pulled away from the curb, his tone still teasing.

I just rolled my eyes again, feigning annoyance, but deep down, I knew he was right. There was a part of me that enjoyed the harmless banter and flirting, even though I tried to deny it.

The car ride was mostly silent, aside from the music playing softly in the background. I watched as the city lights streaked by, my mind wandering to thoughts of what the night ahead might hold.

Matt seemed relaxed, his arm draped over the steering wheel as he drove us to the club. Every now and then, he’d glance over at me, his gaze lingering on my outfit for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. I pretended not to notice, but I couldn’t deny the small thrill that ran through me at his attention.

After a few minutes, the car pulled up outside the club. The building was lit up in neon lights, the bass from the music inside already loud enough to feel the vibrations in the car. People were lined up outside, waiting to get in, and they all seemed full of energy.

Matt opened the car door for me, offering his hand, and I took it, allowing him to guide me out of the car. We made our way up to the club entrance, and as we approached the bouncer, he recognized Matt and immediately moved out of the way without a second glance.

As we ascended the stairs to the VIP section, we heard a chorus of voices call out to us. “Congratulations!” they said, their voices filled with excitement.

We reached the top of the stairs, and I was greeted by a group of people, all of them smiling and offering their congratulations. I saw a few familiar faces, people who I knew through Matt, but most of them were strangers to me.

Matt led me to an open area, his hand gently resting on the small of my back as he guided me through the crowd. As we found a spot to sit, he sat down and pulled me close to him, keeping his arm around my waist as if to keep me close.

I leaned a little closer to Matt, lowering my voice so only he could hear me. “This was too much,” I muttered, a slight pout on my lips. “We could’ve spent it at my house, eating food and watching movies.”

Matt gave me a sidelong glance, a small smirk on his lips. “You needed to get out of that house,” he said, his tone firm.

“Besides,” he continued, “watching movies gets boring after a while. And when was the last time you really had a night out like this?”

I couldn’t deny that Matt had a point. I had been holed up in my house for far too long, drowning in my own thoughts and insecurities. Maybe a night out, surrounded by people and music, was just what I needed to clear my head.

Matt squeezed my shoulder before standing up. “I’ll go get us drinks,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile. “You stay right here, alright? Don't go anywhere.”

I nodded silently, watching as he disappeared into the crowd. I leaned back in my seat, my thoughts already beginning to wander. I tried to focus on the music, the laughter, the sound of people having a good time, but my mind kept drifting back to the one person I hoped wouldn't be here tonight.

Please, please don’t let him be here, I silently pleaded to no one in particular.

As I sat there, waiting for Matt to return, I scanned the room. My eyes moved over strangers, laughing and talking, but then I spotted him. Across the room, sitting on a couch, was Chris. He was sprawled out on the couch, a girl in his lap, laughing and talking to the people around him. The red lights cast a glow over his face, his expression unreadable from this distance.

My heart clenched at the sight of him. Of course he was here, and of course he was with a girl in his lap. What else did I expect?

I quickly averted my gaze, trying to push the sight out of my mind. But the image was burned into my memory, a cruel reminder of how easy it was for him to move on.

Matt returned a few moments later, carrying two drinks. He sat down beside me, handing me one of the glasses. I took it silently, my eyes still trained on the ground.

“Hey,” he said, his tone a little more serious as he noticed my expression. “You okay?”

I forced a smile, trying to push the sight of Chris out of my mind. “I’m fine,” I responded, my voice a little quieter than usual. I took a sip of my drink, feeling its warmth as it cascaded down my throat. “Let’s get this party started.”

The night wore on and I found myself on the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of bodies. I was lost in the music, letting the rhythm take over and push all my thoughts away.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Matt sitting at our table, watching me dance. I motioned for him to join me, beckoning him with a wave of my hand.

Matt chuckled at my insistent motion, shaking his head slightly. He seemed amused by my enthusiasm, but he stayed put, watching me from his seat.

The music changed to a more seductive beat and I let the rhythm take over, my body moving in time with the beat. My hips swayed and my arms moved in smooth, fluid motions as I lost myself in the music.

Matt's eyes followed me, watching as I moved. I could feel his gaze on me, and his reaction was exactly what I wanted—I wanted him to see me, to want me, to look at me the way he was looking at me now.

I continued to dance, my movements becoming more sensual with each beat. I could see the effect it was having on Matt as his eyes darkened with desire. He leaned back in his seat, one arm draped casually over the back of the couch, watching me intently.

The music continued to pulse as I twirled and twisted, my movements growing bolder with each passing moment. I could feel the attention of others on me, but my focus was solely on Matt’s gaze. The way he was looking at me sent a thrill down my spine, making me feel more alive than I had in months.

My body swayed and moved with the music as I walked towards Matt. My hips moved with the rhythm, my steps light and seductive.

As I reached him, I straddled him, sitting down in his lap. I leaned in, my breath hot against his ear, and whispered, “Dance with me.”

Matt smirked at my suggestion, his arm wrapping possessively around my waist. “I don’t dance, sweetheart,” he said quietly, his voice low and smooth. “But I’m more than happy to watch you.”

I pouted, a playful expression on my face as I tried to convince him. “Please,” I pleaded, my voice soft. “Just one dance.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at his nape. “Come on,” I teased, my lips close to his ear. “You can't just sit there and watch all night.”

Matt chuckled at my persistence, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. “Nice try,” he said, his tone both amused and firm. “But I told you, I don’t dance.”

I pouted again, but I wasn’t about to give up that easily. I started moving in his lap, my hips grinding against him. I could feel his body tensing beneath me as I danced, my movements slow and deliberate.

I continued to dance, swaying my hips in slow, deliberate motions. As I got up and turned around, Matt wrapped his arms around my stomach, his chest pressed against my back.

I reached up, weaving my fingers into his hair, and brought his head closer to my neck. His lips brushed against my skin as we moved together, his breath hot against my collarbone. I leaned my head back, resting it on his shoulder, my body still moving in time with the rhythm.

The distance between us was almost non-existent as our bodies molded together, our movements synchronized and intimate. I could feel his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and his hands tightened around my stomach as he pulled me closer.

My hands moved through Matt’s hair, pulling him closer to me as I continued to dance in his lap. But my eyes strayed for a moment, across the room, and my heart skipped a beat. There, sitting on a couch, was Chris. He was watching us, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

As I caught sight of Chris watching us, a strange feeling of satisfaction washed over me. If he could move on so easily, why shouldn’t I? And being with his brother wasn’t the most conventional way to move on, but suddenly, I didn’t care what he had to say about it.

With that thought, I closed my eyes, leaning my head back and giving Matt access to my neck. I felt his lips on my skin, warm and gentle, sending a shiver down my spine.

The drinks had definitely taken their toll, loosening my inhibitions and freeing the thoughts I’d been trying to push away. And as Matt continued to press his lips against my neck, I found that I didn’t mind this happening. In fact, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t always had a little thing for Matt.

Matt’s hands were roaming my body now, his touch leaving trails of heat wherever they went. His lips traveled from my neck to my collarbone, his tongue tasting the skin there. I could feel the heat and desire radiating off of him like a furnace, and the tension between us was almost palpable.

His hand moved down to the hem of my dress, his fingers gripping it gently to keep it in place. He knew exactly what he was doing, his touch making me shiver with anticipation. But his grip was firm, keeping the dress from accidentally sliding up and revealing too much while I continued to dance on him.

I spun around, straddling his lap and facing him. My hands moved up his chest, then around his shoulders, coming to rest around his neck. Our eyes locked, his gaze burning into me as I began to slowly grind against him, my hips moving with the music as he still held onto the hem of my dress, preventing it from creeping up.

I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at Matt, admiring the reaction he was having to me grinding on him. His grip on my dress tightened, his knuckles almost turning white, and his jaw was tense as he tried to maintain control. His breaths were coming out in short gasps, and his eyes were dark with desire, watching my every move.

It was intoxicating, the power I had over him in this moment. I could see the way he was fighting to remain cool and collected, trying to hold back, but there was no mistaking the effect I was having on him. His body was taut, his breaths ragged, and he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

The music slowed, the beat now a sultry throb, and I pressed my body against his, my lips brushing against his ear. “I want to go home,” I whispered, my voice a mere breath against his skin. I added a soft whimper, letting my need for him seep into my tone.

Matt’s body tensed further as I spoke, my words hitting him like a punch to the gut. He let out a ragged breath, his hands tightening around my waist, as if he were holding onto me for dear life. His eyes darkened even more, the desire in them intensifying as he heard the need in my voice.

My words seemed to have ignited something in Matt, his body taut and his breath ragged. He leaned closer, his mouth by my ear, and in a low, gravelly voice asked, “Are you sure?”

I nodded, my eyes locking with Matt’s for a moment, then I got off his lap. He stood up quickly, grabbing my hand firmly in his. We made our way toward the exit, the cool night air hitting us like a splash of cold water as we stepped outside.

As we exited the club, I felt a brief chill run up my spine, the sensation of eyes watching me. I quickly shook it off, my focus solely on Matt beside me. Little did we know, Chris had been watching us the entire time.

Matt led me to his car, his grip on my hand firm yet gentle. He opened the passenger door for me, gesturing for me to get in. I slid into the seat, the leather cool against my skin. Matt got in after me, closing the door behind him, and started the engine.

The car hummed to life, the only noise in the enclosed space being the purring of the engine. The silence between us was heavy, the tension so thick you could almost touch it. I stole a glance at Matt, his profile silhouetted by the dim light of the streetlamps outside, and the sight made my heart skip a beat.

Matt drove with one hand, the other arm resting casually on the center console. His side profile was outlined in the dim light, the sharp angles of his jaw and the slope of his nose creating a contrast that was both rugged and handsome. It was mesmerizing, the way he looked, and something about his casual confidence just made me yearn for him even more.

My hand moved instinctively, reaching for Matt's free hand. I placed his palm on my exposed thigh, feeling the heat of his skin against mine. Matt took a quick glance at what I was doing, his eyes flickering briefly downwards before returning to the road, his hand tensing slightly against my leg.

I could feel Matt’s hand on my thigh, his fingers tracing small circles against my skin. He knew exactly what I wanted, but he was holding back, waiting for me to give him some kind of signal, some kind of sign that I was sure about this. I looked over at him, the streetlights flickering across his face, and saw the tension in the way he gripped the steering wheel, the way he was restraining his own desires.

I took his hand, my fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it a little higher up my thigh. The movement was small but deliberate, an invitation that I knew he would understand. I could feel his breath hitch, the sound barely audible over the hum of the engine.

In response to my silent invitation, Matt’s hand began to move, his fingers gently massaging the inner part of my thigh. His touch was warm and firm, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the feel of my skin beneath his palm. I couldn’t help but shiver slightly, the sensation sending a jolt of desire straight through me.

I let out a small, nearly inaudible moan as Matt’s hand continued to massage my thigh, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. My back arched off the seat slightly, my head lolling back as I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of his touch against my skin. It was maddening, this slow, torturous build-up, and I suddenly understood why he’d been holding back earlier.

I was so lost in the sensations, the feel of his hand on me, the sound of his breath, the warmth of his presence next to me, that I didn’t even realize that we were already parked in his driveway. The car engine cut off, bringing me back to reality, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me intently, his gaze hot and dark.

Matt got out of the car, quickly shutting the door behind him. He walked around the vehicle and opened my door, reaching out his hand to help me out. I took his hand, the contact sending another jolt of electricity through me, and stepped out of the car. He closed the door behind me and gently tugged on my hand, leading me toward the house. We walked in silence, hand in hand, the air between us crackling with tension.

As we stepped into his house, closing the door behind us, I couldn't help but wonder how I’d ended up here, in Matt’s house, with him, like this. But I wasn’t about to question my own actions, not when I was so wrapped up in the moment. I knew exactly what we both wanted, and I was more than ready to continue this.

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[violetsastrocytes]

it's exam season (again) so i needed a new hyperfixation and started watching hotd and someone pls explain the science behind why i'm obsessed with some blond boy with an eyepatch intent on killing everyone??? i don't even like men???? is it the anger+knife skills?? i'm really really hoping it's the knife

[marciaillust]

the patrician is just a guy to me

[waitmyturtles]

Emotionally, 23.5 (episode 10) is like a cheaply made puzzle, where like, the edges are cut roughly, so like, you THINK that you have the right pieces next to each other, but when you smush them in, and they don't fit QUITE smoothly enough, you're like, oh maybe there's another piece, but like, you CAN'T find another piece that works, because like, the piece you have in your hand IS the piece that is the right one for the picture you're making, or like, you THINK it is, so like, you keep smushing the pieces together, and you THINK the puzzle makes sense, but you kinda feel like you have the wrong piece, or worse, you're MISSING A BETTER PIECE, because everything's NOT QUITE JIVING.

I hope this post made as much sense as the emotional journey we attempted to take with the script in this last episode. What the FUCK is this script doing to Ongsa? A little more context, some smoother edges, would be really helpful here!

[carlottastudios]

Every day I get closer to making an unhinged behemoth of a post listing all of the things about Kaeya and his possible connections to mythology & stuff that I notice but NOBODY ELSE SEEMS TO BRING UP IN THEIR THEORIES

(edit: OMG I reached the tag limit I'm so sorry)

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[call-me-pup2]

Why are people blatantly mean and horrible in reviews? Like please let me know what's wrong don't just say 'it's shit lol' how the fuck am I meant to fix the situation or improve my work in general if that's what you've said?

[monards]

i fear that i don’t acknowledge enough the fact that i KNOW rhinedottir's evil !!! and she's horrible !!! and that she's wholly ireedamable !!! i know and love and respect that fact !!! i'd shoot myself in the frontal lobe if hoyo made her out to NOT be wholly evil !!!! but the reason i always go on and on and on about her humanity and complexity is because. SHE IS ALWAYS DUMBED DOWN !!!! TO JUST THAT !!!! it's literally the greatest and most moving theme (IN MY OPINION!!!) in genshin, that human beings are COMPLEX !!!! and they're MORE than just evil or bad or wtv. we see this through every character to almost ever be introduced to us -> literally just take arlecchino as an example. if anyone was at all paying attention to the discourse around her when the fontaine teaser dropped (and. 4.0 in general) it was the BIGGEST thing to watch people argue between "she's a harbinger, so she's clearly the most evil and the big antagonist of fontaine because of these accounts we have right now !!" versus the argument of "we've only seen ONE perspective of her so far, and it's no duh that all this stuff sucks -- but there's no way she's JUST gonna be all these horrible things,, because literally nobody to exist is just horrible and cruel with zero to no good in them. and also that'd make a shit narrative by hoyo in a story driven game" AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED !!!! we saw !!! in REAL time !!! that while arlecchino was rightfully cruel and horrible and, yes the things she did were fucked up beyond belief and she should absolutely not be excused for any of it - she is NOT just evil ! she's shown to care, albeit in a fucked up way that only shows she's even more deranged ; but what's so incredibly important about her is the way that her being "evil" doesn't mean she's incapable of anything else. She is evil, yes— but so many of those evil actions have *motives* and *reasons* that explain them (but not excuse or condone!) and, although they don’t save her grace or anything of the sort, they DO show her true character. AND YHATS SO IMPORTANT!!!! She’s capable of being an antagonist while still being justified in some form, and given nuance and backstory and redeemable traits

I am !!! NEVER !!! going to say rhinedottir is a good person. she isn't! no shit sherlock ! how the fuck do you think im gonna go on and ignore the fact she sent both her kids to their deaths, and also fed one to another. dare i say, that is NOT anything good !!! suprise of the century !! woah !!! -- but what i AM gonna say is that she's much beyond that? hello !! not only has the point of her having not a zero good trait or will in her body been. proven false over and over and over again. but it's such ! Sad and not compelling is character choice for her *not* to be nuanced and complex and justified in a fucked up !! — like do you REALLY think hoyoverse (who is clearly capable of, and likes to make) complex characters, who are horrible, while not being *only* those horrible things, would pass up a golden (haha) opportunity to make a characters whose entire existence is JUST that??!,!2????

believe what you want! Do what you want! This is a silly video game that will be eroded along with time in a hundred in so years ! But god so help me, please don’t be willfully ignorant to the complexity and nuance of characters, just because you want a villain. No villain , real or not, is entirely evil. People are complex and multi faceted and people really, really need to hop off this cart of going “okay but stop saying she’s multifaceted because it takes away from her being evil” because it DOESNT! If anything, it makes her so much more compelling . Which is something some people can apparently. Not handle.

[girlivealwaysbean]

what have they done to the book

[maxdanposts]

hmmmm

[barbatos-sama]

political opinion warning but something that rly irks me is when the people who say "you shouldn't get a pet unless you're financially capable of having it" (which is a correct statement) but they're the same people who upon hearing one say "i don't think people in poverty should be having planned babies" they'll say it's eugenics