#maybe i am going insane. just a little bit

[breakmeoff]

The Boy Next Door │3

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, praise kink, age gap (fem 35/male 27), fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, light choking, tension, angst, chris being down bad

word count: 7k

synopsis: you babysat him when he was 7 years old, and he’s had a crush on you since you met, despite the 8 year age gap.  between moves to other places and time, it’s been 14 years since you’ve seen each other even though your dads are still best friends, still live next door to each other, and keep up to date about each other's family.  you surprise chris at one of the skz shows, and he’s shocked to see you, and even more surprised that he still has a massive crush on you.  if only he could convince you to look at him in any other way than the boy next door.

note: here's part 3, and my first attempt at writing smut, so if it's terrible i apologize in advance. please be kind! once again, thx for reading :)

Part 1 │Part 2

Frozen in confusion, you stood there, watching the elevator for a few more seconds.  Finally, you turned back to the door to your room and quietly pushed it open, stepping into the darkness again.  Mia had fallen asleep, her phone limp in her hand, earbuds still in and muting any potential noise.

Not quite sure what to do with yourself, you slowly walked back over to your bed, sitting on the edge.  Still at a loss for what was going on, you glanced back over your shoulder to the door, silently waiting for something, anything, to happen.  A few more minutes went by, and you shifted to lay back down against the pillows.

He didn’t just leave, did he?  I mean, he said 5 minutes.  Wait, what am I even thinking?  This is insane.

Before your mind could completely wander, creating ridiculous scenarios, you heard a shuffling at the door, and a barely audible knock.  Sitting back up straight, you jumped to your feet, briskly making your way to the door, careful not to trip over anything in the dark room.  Just as you approached, you stepped on something flat and hard.  

Bending down, you picked it up.  It felt like a credit card.  Angling it towards the sliver of light slipping through the crack in the door you recognized immediately what it was - a room key card.  With a note taped to it; room 814.

You stood back up, running your fingers through your hair, holding the card in your hand as a wave of panic washed over you.  He’s out of his damn mind… 

Nearly paralyzed with shock and indecision, you held your breath longer than intended, silently weighing your current options.  

You could pretend you never saw the card, get back in bed, and go to sleep.  Like you should.  

Or…

You could go to room 814.  Just because he gave you a room key doesn’t mean anything, right?  Maybe he just wanted to talk.  He could’ve taken heed of your concern about standing in the hallway and just wanted a little bit of privacy to… talk. 

Looking back over to your sleeping sister, you considered just texting Chris and telling him you couldn’t leave her alone.  That would be responsible, and you wouldn’t be ignoring him completely.

Mia is dead to the world right now.  She’ll never even know you were gone.  You could go see Chris, tell him you just wanted to say goodbye in person and come right back.  You’ll be gone for 10-15 minutes max.

Smacking yourself in the face, you silently groaned, unable to even comprehend that you were considering this.  Despite your inner turmoil and the nagging alarm in your head telling you “danger, danger!”, you went to the desk in the room.  Grabbing the notepad and pen, you scribbled a quick note.

Couldn’t sleep, went for a walk.  Text me if you need me.

Tiptoeing to the bedside table beside your sister, you placed the note on top of it, right where she would find it if she woke up.  Then, ignoring the rapid beating of your heart, you grabbed your own room key card off of the dresser, slipped your feet into a pair of slides, and snuck out the door.

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Meanwhile, Chris had found himself in the otherwise empty hotel room 814.  Once the door shut behind him, he stood there, and looked around.  

Now what?  Mood lighting?  How’s my breath?

Lifting his palm to his mouth, he exhaled, sniffing cautiously.  It wasn’t the worst, but he did slip into the bathroom, pleasantly surprised to find a complimentary bottle of mouthwash.  Taking a swig, he swished it around his mouth and quickly walked back into the room.  

Frantically trying to figure out the best ambient lighting, he flipped on light switches and then the tableside lamps - back and forth, lights on and off, until he finally settled on only the task lamp at the desk nearby.  

Finally satisfied, he ran back into the bathroom, spat the mouthwash into the sink and rinsed his mouth out with water once again, splashing some on his face.  Turning the faucet off, Chris leaned his hands on the countertop and looked himself in the mirror, giving a weak attempt at a pep talk.  “Don’t fuck this up.”  

He shook his head at his own stupidity and walked back into the bedroom after turning the bathroom light off.  Making his way over to the chair by the desk, he shrugged his coat off of his shoulders, placing it on the back of it before he ran a hand through his hair.

Glancing to the alarm clock on the table by the bed, he noted that it had been 7 minutes since he’d slipped the room car under your door.  You’d come, right?

In an attempt at calming his nerves, Chris began pacing the floor in front of the bed.  Going through every single possible reason as to why you wouldn’t come, he began nervously chewing on his lower lip, side-eyeing the clock every 20 seconds that slipped by.

Less than 2 minutes later, and thankfully not a minute longer as Chris may have started wearing a pattern into the carpet below his pacing feet, he heard the light beeping of the door unlocking.

He lifted his head immediately and froze in place, not wanting to ambush you at the door and accidentally scare you away.  Instead, he straightened his posture and did his best attempt at looking calm, cool and collected despite the anxious flush to his skin.

Cautiously, you pushed the door open and walked in, carefully shutting it behind you before you turned to face him.

“You came…” Chris said softly.  

With a short nod of your head, you warily stepped further into the room, folding your arms against your chest in a protective manner.  “Yeah.  You’re insane if you think something is going to happen though.”   

All he could do was huff a laugh and look down to the floor momentarily.

“I didn’t mean to insinuate something would happen, I just wanted to spend a little more time with you, preferably away from the awful tube lighting and dizzying carpets in the hallway.”  He gave you a short shrug, motioning to the hall behind you before shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I can’t stay…”  Internally you cringed at how short your words were coming across.  You weren’t trying to be rude, just set clear expectations.  “I can’t leave Mia alone.”

“C’mon, be real.  You know she’s dead asleep right now and won’t move again until noon.”  Chris tilted his head at you, challenging you to come up with another excuse.  “...and it didn’t stop you last night when we were downstairs at the bar,” he added teasingly, further disputing your reasoning.

“You are awfully persistent…” you sighed, dropping your arms to your side in defeat.  You were too tired to try to come up with any further reasons to leave.  

Noting the change in your stature, Chris’ lips finally curled into a dangerous smile.  “Can you blame me?  I’ve got my dream woman in a hotel room with me.  You’re crazy to think I’d give up so easily.”

Arching an eyebrow at him, you still kept your distance, though that familiar lump in your throat reappeared.  “Before you get ahead of yourself, I’m only here to say a proper goodbye.”

“Why are you so quick to leave?  Am I really that awful?  I promise I showered before I came here so it’s not because I smell, I know that.”  Chris’ attempt at humor was cute, but you told yourself to stay firm.

“You have way more important things to focus your attention on right now, and you should go back to your hotel and get some sleep.”

“Is it my clothes?”  He asked, looking down at himself, clad in a pair of black slacks and a white button up shirt.  “I tried to look decent for you,” he replied, shifting his eyes back up to your face before giving you a teasing wink.

“We have a super early flight and I really need to go bac—” you tried.

“Oh my GOD, are you always this much of a buzzkill?”  Chris laughed, taking a step closer towards you, a dark and playful smirk on his lips.

“I am not a buzzkill,” you said defensively, furrowing your eyebrows at his audacity.

“Oh yeah?  Prove it.”  He said, taking another few steps closer.

“I don’t need to prove anything to you,” you replied, shifting on your feet.

“Killjoy,”  he paused, obviously finding humor in calling you out.  “Wet blanket.”  Another step closer, peering down at you in challenge.  “Party-pooper.”

“Seriously?  And you were saying you were a grown man earlier?”  You laughed mockingly up at him, taking a step back, trying to create more distance again.

“Oh, I am absolutely a grown man.”  Chris said lowly, darkly, another step closer.

“...says the one who just used the phrase party-pooper…” you murmured, taking another step back.

“You really just want me to show you how grown I am, don’t you?”  You each took one more step, him forward, you backwards and right up against the wall behind you.

Feeling cornered, you caught your breath, and finally couldn’t find any words.

“Huh,” Chris laughed quietly, lifting his hand carefully to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear.  “I’ll take your silence as a yes?”  He half questioned, half confirmed, trailing the tip of his finger down your jawline as he looked you in the eyes, looming over you.

You swallowed, searching his eyes with your own, your hands touching the wall behind you in an attempt to ground yourself.

He waited just long enough to give you a chance to stop him before he leaned in and let his lips hover over yours, his breath warm on your skin. The closeness caused your breath to hitch, still frozen in place though your eyes fluttered shut.

Chris slowly pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth briefly before he shifted, placing another soft kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, trailing his warm breath up to the area just below your ear.  Intentionally, teasingly he placed a firm kiss down, dragging the short, prickly hair of his 5 o’clock shadow against the delicate flesh of your neck.

With his deep voice barely above a whisper, he murmured against your skin.  “Does this stubble feel like it belongs to a little boy?”  You couldn’t help but shiver at his words and the hot, wet breath against your skin.

Dropping his hand from your face, he slowly trailed his fingertips down the side of your arm until he reached your hand.  Lifting it carefully, he brought your palm flat against his firm stomach.  “Do these feel like the abs of a little boy?”  He whispered against your jawline again, smirking to himself as he felt your fingertips press against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the defined muscles below. 

You couldn’t help the soft mewl that tumbled from your now parted lips, appreciating the hard lines of his torso.  Though before they could get comfortable exploring the territory, Chris boldly began slowly trailing your palm further down his body.  

Pinching your eyebrows together, eyes not daring to open, you knew where this was going, and your resolve was beginning to weaken.  The confident man standing before you, teasing you, touching you… wanted you.  Where was the harm in indulging for a night?

As his hand guided yours over the front of his pants, your fingertips grazed over the firm contours of his arousal, and before he said anything else filthy, you murmured “...Chris.”  His name left your lips in a moan, which sounded so incredibly sexy to him, though he could hear the hesitation in your tone.  

He sighed heavily, letting go of your hand and pressed one more gentle kiss to your cheek, lingering for a second before he leaned back.  He wasn’t going to force you to do something you didn’t want to.  Though it took him a moment to open his eyes, glancing down to yours in defeat.

You brought your hand back to your side, and looked up at his handsome features.  You silently studied him, the slope of his prominent nose, the curve of his full lips, the disappointed look in his gorgeous brown eyes which fell to the ground between you.

“All I was going to say was... your eomma is going to kill me,” you whispered just before you moved forward, closing the distance between you and pressed your lips firmly against his.

Chris’ breath caught in his throat, not registering what you had just said before you began kissing him again. When realization finally hit him, he wrapped one arm around your waist and his other hand met the back of your head, holding you impossibly closer with a low growl.

Your arms wrapped around him, one hand splaying over his shoulder blade and the fingertips of the other weaving into the curls at the base of his neck.  The kiss became desperate, hungry, and your lips parted to further deepen it.  Tilting your head, you inhaled the area between you, tasting the artificial mintiness on his lips.  You couldn’t help but giggle quietly against his mouth, which caused Chris to instinctively lean back and look at you questioningly.  

“You’re laughing?  Why on God’s green earth are you laughing right now?”  He muttered, eyebrows pinned together in offended confusion.  

“I’m sorry…” you laughed, lookinv up at his bewildered expression.  “...your breath.  It tastes like Listerine.”  He just blinked at you, not computing what you were getting at.  “You said you didn’t intend for anything to happen…” you muttered, your arm snaking back over his shoulders.

“Ok, talking time is over.”  He said forcefully, shifting his hands down to cup both of your ass cheeks and lifted you in one swift motion, pressing your back against the wall behind you as his lips came crashing down against yours again.

The shift in his demeanor caught you off guard, all humor now lost.  Feeling the desperation in his actions, you finally succumbed to the moment and the heat of the man before you.  

Now with you in his arms, literally hanging onto him with legs wrapped around his waist, Chris was more determined than ever to prove himself to you.  Two decades worth of pining, longing, for you from a distance and this was his opportunity.  He wasn’t about to squander it.

Shifting his mouth from yours, he went back to pressing his warm, soft, flushed lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a warm trail, hot against your skin.  Making his way up again, reaching just below your ear he breathed against you before nibbling softly on your lobe, causing you to whimper softly and involuntarily shiver in his arms.

A low chuckle came from him at your reaction, and lightly flicked the tip of his tongue against your ear again.  “Mm… found a sweet spot there?” he quietly teased, exhaling against you again, your head tilting into his in response.  

Arching into him a little more, your grip on his shoulder tightened as one of his hands moved up your back, up your neck and gripped a handful of your hair, forcefully tugging your head back slightly.  “Use your words, baby.”  Chris’ teeth sunk back into your earlobe gently, eliciting another soft moan from you.  “Yes,” you exhaled, mumbling out “...m-my neck, ears, yes.”  

With a low chuckle, Chris kissed your neck in that spot once more before turning to your flushed face, your hooded eyes meeting his.  “Think I’m gonna have fun finding the other spots that make you sound like that.”

Tightening his grip around you, he pulled you away from the wall and walked the two of you over to the bed, placing you down gently.  Standing between your legs at the edge of the bed, he looked down at you wordlessly as his fingers pulled the hem of his shirt from the waist of his pants, and began unbuttoning it slowly.  Leaning back on your hands, you looked up at him through your lashes, lips parted slightly, watching the intensity in his face peering down at you.

Shifting forward, you dropped your eyes to his hands, and moved your fingers to nudge his away, taking over the task of unbuttoning.  Once the last button was released, you tentatively slipped your fingertips past the fabric of his shirt, lightly tracing over the taut lines of his stomach.  

Chris watched your every move wantonly, his lips parted, skin tensing under your heated gaze and the softness of your touch.  

With your eyes locked on the expanse of his skin before you, your fingers appreciatively, teasingly, slowly trailed higher, over his broad chest, and back up to his shoulders.

Your eyes lifted to his once more, hands shifting to the collar of his shirt, silently tugging him down.  Chris’ lips molded against yours while you slid the fabric of his shirt off of his shoulders, down his arms, dropping it to the floor behind him.

“Scoot back,” he whispered against your mouth, causing you to shift further up the bed as he kicked his shoes off.  Predatorily, Chris crawled his way over your body beneath him, eyes trailing his way up to meet yours once again before his lips reunited with yours.

Something shifted in the air, the pressure of his kisses becoming more slow, savoring, and his touches were featherlight rather than full of desperation.  Hesitantly, his hand trailed down the side of your body to the bottom of your sleep shirt, slipping just below the hem to feel the warmth of your skin beneath.

The tips of his fingers swept against the side of your waist, lightly creeping higher until they brushed the soft curve of your breast.  With a short inhale, Chris shifted his lips to press against your jaw once, twice, before he leaned onto one elbow, and glanced down your body to where his hand splayed flat against your stomach, thumb and pointer finger under the soft swell of skin.  

He paused before allowing his hand to trail any further before making eye contact with you again, silently asking for permission before continuing.  The intensity of his expression was making you nervous, but the near pleading look of desire on his face instinctively made you feel revered below him.  

With a short nod of approval, you drew your lower lip between your teeth momentarily as his attention shifted back to the skin hot below his touch.  Soft kisses were placed strategically to your neck, collarbone, and down the center of your clothed chest, down to the bare skin of your lower abdomen when both of his hands shifted to the hem of your shirt.  

Inch by inch, he coaxed your shirt up, and with your assistance, he removed it completely, tossing it somewhere off the side of the bed.  With his attention back on the expanse of you, exposed beneath him, Chris let a low, appreciative groan slip between his lips as his large hand tentatively covered the full swell of one of your breasts.  

“God, these are even better than I imagined…” Chris murmured, eliciting a breathy laugh out of you at the innocent devotion in his voice.  He looked back up to you with half a smirk, before peering back down to the supple flesh beneath his hand.  Lowering his head, he leaned in to graze his teeth over the opposite peaked bud, softly nipping before dragging his tongue soothingly across it.

Instinctively, your back arched with the sensations of his feverish touches, exhaling a breathless gasp at the tortuous spark he was causing to course through your veins.  Between the yearning focus of his ministrations and the way he was making every inch of you feel like it was coming alive, any lingering resolve you had quieted in surrender.  

Lifting your hand to the back of his head again, holding him close to you, your eyes fluttered shut once more, focusing on the trail of heated kisses and the drag of Chris’ tongue as he shifted between your breasts, giving each one equal careful attention.

A few moments later, the tip of Chris’ tongue trickled down the length of your torso, just to the top of your sleep shorts, placing a soft, lingering kiss just above the waistband.  Watching you carefully, he hooked his fingers on either side of your shorts, and panties, inching them down deliberately.  Once they finally reached your ankles, he bent one of your legs, kissing the inside of the knee as he fully removed your remaining clothes, dropping them to the floor.

Situating himself fully between your legs, you could feel his heated gaze washing over you, silently memorizing every inch of your exposed skin as he gingerly slid his hands up the inside of both of your thighs, gently pushing them further apart.  As he settled more comfortably in the space between, he huffed a breath against your achingly damp core in front of him.  

“You’re so wet…” Chris murmured mostly to himself, bringing one of his fingers to just barely brush over the sensitive flesh of your pink lips, collecting some of your arousal.  Gazing up to your face, he brushed his now coated fingertip against your clit momentarily, evoking a filthy moan from you.  “You smell so good…” he whispered, applying just a little more pressure as he leaned in closer to further inhale your scent.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, your cheeks blushing a bright pink at his obscenity.  Bringing one of your hands to cover your face, Chris quickly reached up to grab your hand as he licked a firm stripe up your center.  “No hiding from me,” he paused, replacing the tip of his finger against your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue.  “want you to watch me devour you.”

With a sharp inhale of your breath, you nodded once, agreeing to his demand.  The sight of him was surreal, something you never fathomed would happen, and yet here he was, with clear intentions of worshipping every inch of you.  

Fully relinquishing control to him, you brought one of your hands up again and began idly chewing on your thumbnail, eyes unable to shift from him.  “Good girl,” he breathed against your pussy, a darkened expression on his face as he slowly pressed the tip of his pointer finger at your soaked entrance, licking your clit again.

“Mm, you taste even better than you smell…” he mumbled against you, licking your wet folds more incessantly.  Your body shuddered below his mouth, the mixture of his words, skilled tongue and long finger slipping effortlessly into your pussy becoming overwhelming.  Your free hand moved to the back of his head, tangling your fingers through his curls once again, desperately needing something to hold onto.

Chris angled his hand, shifting so his finger curled in just the perfect way to coax repeated soft whimpers out of you.  The intoxicating noises you were making fueled him with more determination to make you fall apart for him, dragging the expanse of his tongue all the way up your slit, and wrapped his lips around your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” you whined, hips arching up until his mouth as he lewdly suckled your bud, simultaneously slipping a second finger into your wet pussy.  More encouraged than ever, Chris angled his fingers deeper into you, curling them skillfully against the spongy spot inside that made your legs quiver.  Using a come hither motion with his digits, and applying the perfect amount of pressure, your breath caught again as you exhaled “oh God…”

Another groan from Chris reverberated against your clit, your body convulsing again with the low vibrations, “so responsive… you gonna cum already baby?”  he teased, the speed in which his fingers moved increasing and the movements of his lips and tongue against you becoming more intense.  

A few more seconds of his determined, relentless pace and the exquisite feeling of his mouth all over you, you could feel your orgasm creeping up your body.  “Chris…” you whimpered, dropping both hands to his shoulders in an attempt to push him away from the intense feeling.  Shaking his head against you, he ignored your plea and kept moving his fingers so perfectly, lips and tongue consuming you.

“Chris, please..” you whimpered, fingertips pressing into his shoulders desperately.  “I need you…” 

“Fuuuck…” he groaned against your pussy, barely looking up at you with heated desire in his darkened eyes.  “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt about hearing you say that.”  Slowly dragging his fingers out of your warmth, he licked over them hungrily before slowly shifting back up your body until his lips, slick with your arousal, devoured yours again.

One of his hands eagerly dropped to his belt, fumbling blindly to unfasten it while kissing you fervently, desperately, all teeth and tongue.  Noticing his struggle, both of your hands slipped between your bodies and with expert precision, his trousers were unbuttoned and being pushed down his hips and thighs.

Now with nothing between your bodies except his CK boxer briefs, the palm of your delicate hand glided over the distinct curve of his erection, causing Chris to suck air in between his clenched teeth.  “Oh my god,” he breathed over your mouth, pressing his forehead against yours, sinking into the delicious sensations of your touch.  

Admiring the view of him agonizingly yielding to the deliberate stroking of your hand over him, you tilted your head to place a wet path of soft kisses along his neck, trailing the tip of your tongue over his flesh before whispering against his ear “...feel good?”

A short nod of his head was all he could reply before mumbling out “so fucking good,” shifting his hips to rock desperately against your hand.  

Choosing to not drag it out any further, your fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxer briefs and agonizingly slowly inched them down his body until he was able to reopen his eyes and kick them fully off.

Lifting one of his hands, Chris adoringly brushed some of your hair behind your ear, watching you for any signs of hesitation as he hovered above you.  Noting the concern in his eyes, you lifted your head to his just enough to let your lips melt reassuringly against his, silently surrendering to the moment.

Your fingertips grazed over the impossibly hard, veiny weight of him, shifting to wrap fully around his length.  Slowly pumping your hand up and down, the tip of your tongue extended to teasingly lick the curve of his plush lips as you gently guided him to your core.  

With both of Chris’ hands now firmly placed beside you on the bed, and yours cupping his face, you kissed him reassuringly once more before both of you shifted your gaze to watch him slowly press the tip of his cock against your opening, and agonizingly slowly, slip inside.

Your mouth slacked open, moaning quietly at the feeling of him pushing further inside your body, filling you so completely. 

“Oh my God… you’re so fucking warm… soft and warm…” Chris groaned into the side of your neck, trying to restrain himself from moving too quickly.

Shifting your hands from his face to his back, you pulled him closer to you, chests melting against each other, trying to catch your breath as you felt him finally seat himself fully inside of you.  

“Shit shit shit…” you hissed, adjusting to the stretch of him.  The feeling was so intense, and served as a harsh reminder that it had been far too long since you had a man in your bed.

Lifting his gaze to your face, Chris studied your almost pained expression, whispering lowly “are you ok?  Does it hurt?”  A breathy laugh escaped your lips, shaking your head.  “No, no, it’s just been a while…”

“Ahh…” he murmured, smirking before he placed a teasing kiss against the corner of your lips.  “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you,” he purred before slowly lifting his hips, dragging his cock out of your warmth, only to push back inside you deeper than before.

Your hands slid over his shoulders once again, feeling every muscle tense beneath your touch and with each movement of his hips.  Appreciatively, your fingertips inched down his biceps, worshipping the perfected contours of his arms and the strength evident with each dip and curve of his muscles.

Noticing your reverence with his physique, Chris bucked his hips against yours, instantly growing harder by the thought of you desiring his body.  He hadn’t worked out for you, but fuck, he’d spend the rest of his life in the gym if it meant having you look at him that way.  

Lifting your gaze back up to his face, you noted the hungered look in his eye and quietly demanded “harder.”  With a slow shake of his head and a smirk that crept over his face, silently challenging you if you knew what you had just asked for, he nodded with a growl, pushing himself up for better leverage. 

Chris now had the perfect angle to drive even harder into your tight cunt with a newly passioned intensity.  Loving every little furrow of your brow and soft mewl slipping past your lips, he used measured self-control to keep a steady pace, his cock reaching new depths with every thrust.

“Oh my god, fuck, you feel so good…” you whimpered, looking up at him with your fingers grasping desperately around his biceps, needing something solid to hold onto.  “Please, please don’t stop…”

“Never,” he moaned out, slamming his hips against you again, all of his muscles tightening in his determination to make you feel every single purposeful move.  Dropping his neck, Chris brought his lips to your neck and collarbone, leaving hot kisses along your skin, occasionally sinking his teeth into your flesh, making you whimper, causing your pussy to clench tighter around him.  

“Unghh.. Don’t do that,” he moaned, before nibbling the column of your neck again.  “Your pussy feels too good…” 

Without much warning and in an attempt to slow things down a bit, Chris snaked one arm around your waist and another between your shoulder blades, rolling you both so you were now on top of him.  Using the opportunity to take some control, you placed both of your palms flat against his chest and sat up with his cock still nestled inside of you.

Your hips started to shift, rocking back and forth against him as you tried to find a new rhythm.  Chris’ hands slid up your torso, cupping both of your breasts as he watched the pleasured look spread over your face. “God you look so fucking hot…” His words of praise shifted to your core, clenching around his hard length as your head tipped back in a soft moan.

Switching your movement to slowly bob your pussy up and down his twitching cock, your actions became more erratic with the ache inside of you starting to reach new heights.  Chasing that feeling, your motions began to speed up, and Chris took note of the hasty tempo change.  

Moving his hands from your breasts down to your hips, his fingertips dug into your skin.  “Need a little help there?”  He cooed, shifting his legs to place his feet flat on the bed, giving him new leverage to start fucking up into you from below.

Your head tipped down, lips parted, hair cascading over your face and shoulders at the new angle of Chris’ movements.  “Oh my god, fuck…” you moaned out, louder than intended.  The feeling of him pistoning his hips up against you was bruising and intense, but so good.

Gritting his teeth in focus, he used the power of his muscular thighs to help pounding up into you from below, determined to make you feel every inch of him inside of you.  “Fuck, look at you… so god damn pretty getting fucked by me…” he growled, one of his hands shifting up your chest.

Sliding up between your breasts and to the base of your throat, his fingertips wrapped around the column of your neck, causing you to look down wildly at him, whimpering.  His grip around your throat was firm, not restrictive, just commanding and possessive.  The action alone caused your inner walls to flutter lustfully around his cock, turning you on more than you anticipated.

“Damn baby, I can feel your pussy tightening around me…” Chris groaned, his fingertips on your hips digging in a bit more, and the grip around your neck greedier.  “I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that for me?”  The change of his voice from demanding to teasing was electrifying, not allowing you to anticipate which version you were going to get next.

Nodding your head quickly in reply, you couldn’t speak, the feeling of his hips slamming up against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.  

“I want to hear you say it, I want to hear you say that you want to cum all over my cock,” he demanded, his pace impossibly speeding up.

“I want to cum all over your cock,” you cried out, eyes pinching shut as you felt the tension in your stomach reach a breaking point, doing whatever you could to hold on and ground yourself in the feeling of being so completely at his mercy.

A thin layer of sweat covered Chris’ body from his overexertion, determined more than ever to push you to your release.  “That’s a good girl…” he crooned, just enough to tip you over the edge of your orgasm, crying out as it rippled through your body in waves.

Chris stopped the movements of his hips, holding you down against him, forcing you to ride out your climax with him fully seated inside of you, and the grip on your neck loosened just enough to let you inhale deeply enough to calm your frayed nerves. 

Just as he straightened his legs back out, you slumped forward onto his chest, breathing against the crook of his neck as aftershocks of your climax washed through you.  “Breathe baby, breathe…” Chris murmured, kissing your cheek soothingly as one hand smoothed down your spine and the other held the back of your head, playing with your hair.

Feeling the walls of your pussy flutter around his still rock hard cock, Chris moaned softly against your temple, trying to stay still within you, not wanting to rush you.  As your breath began to settle again, and you noticed the way his achingly stiff length twitched within you, you lifted your head just enough to settle your lips against his again, kissing him slowly with renewed hunger.

Remaining flush against him, you placed your hands on the mattress on either side of him and began shifting your hips back and forth.  Tugging your lower lip between his teeth, Chris gave it a gentle pull before his hand moved to the side of your face again, lifting you just enough that he could admire you from below.

No words were needed with the look he saw in your eyes.  This wasn’t just a feverish, needy fuck.  No, there was something deeper happening that made Chris’ heart swell inside his chest.  There was something comfortable, familiar, safe with the way he was holding you, and it was obvious that something had shifted.

Chris’ free hand moved over to yours that was propping you up beside him, and linked his digits between your own.  The subtle depth of the action was not lost on you, and your breath hitched again, trying so desperately not to read into the situation.

Coaxing you back down to his lips, you closed your eyes, softening into the passionate, heated kiss.  The all consuming feeling of your fingers interlocked between his, your tongues melting together, nipples grazing his chest below and the grinding of your hips against his pelvis caused that needy flicker of release to come sweeping over you again.

The reality of the moment was starting to overwhelm Chris, with every touch and every breath awakening something inside of him, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer beneath you.  Against your lips, he murmured “one more, come for me once more.”  

Breathily, you moaned against him, the familiar coil tensing within once more.  “Come with me,” he paused, begging, “please.”  His fingers locked with yours tightened their grip, his thumb reassuringly brushing over the back of your hand, kissing you with renewed determination.

The desperation in his pleas caused you to writhe above him more fervently, creating just enough pressure and friction to your clit, pushing you over the edge into one last, dizzying release.  Feeling your inner walls tighten around him, Chris pulled back from your lips, and pressed his forehead against yours as he groaned, holding you impossibly closer as he flooded himself into you.

Finally letting go of your hand, he moved his arm around you, keeping you grounded against his muscular frame, placing soft kisses all over your face.  Lifting your head just enough to look into his gentle eyes, you smiled lightly, giving him one more lingering, open mouthed kiss.  

A few silent moments later, you finally shifted off of him, and Chris swiftly made his way into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth.  Once you were both carefully, adoringly cleaned off, he fell back onto the bed beside you with a genuine, cheeky grin. 

“Thank you for making teenage Chan’s dreams finally come true.”  Of course he meant nothing by it, but his wording caused your throat to tighten with the awareness of the situation.

A light chuckle slipped past your lips, trying not to ruin the moment despite your internal guilt starting to wash over you again.  “I should get back to my room,” you said quietly, shifting to climb out of the bed.  

Before you could move though, Chris’ hand reached out to grip your wrist, holding you in place.  “Please don’t go… not yet.  Just stay here with me a little while longer…” he pleaded faintly, eyes searching yours.  With a subtle nod, you acquiesced, slipping back under the sheets hesitantly. 

With a boyish grin, fully satiated and exhausted, Chris nestled into the sheets beside you, wrapping an arm lazily over your stomach.  You on the other hand, laid there stiff, wide awake, the reality of the situation seeping back in.  

A few hours later, and barely any sleep out of you, you glanced at the clock on the bedside table.  3AM.  You had to get out of there.

Despite his position mostly on his stomach, his face was turned towards you, lips parted, breathing deeply in his sleep.  Watching him silently, you couldn’t help but notice the innocence of his expression and how he did truly look the same as he always had all those years ago. That was when you realized that this had to end here.  

Hesitantly, you shifted his arm that was draped over you down to the mattress at his side and waited, hoping it wouldn’t wake him.  When you were sure it was safe, you carefully moved a lock of his hair away from his face, pushing it up his forehead to get one last glimpse of the handsome man before you.

“Sleep well Chris…” you murmured, barely above a whisper and leaned in to gingerly press your lips to his cheek.  Pulling back, you watched him for a moment more before you climbed out of bed.  

As silently as you could, you put your clothes back on, keeping an eye on him for any sign of movement.  Placing the key card he had given you on the dresser, you crept over to the front door and noiselessly snuck out.

—---------

4 hours later, a loud knock rapped against the door of room 814.  Jolting awake at the sound, Chris lifted his head and looked around, noting the empty space in the bed beside him.  A deep exhale slipped past his lips, disappointment washing over him as he slowly remembered where he was and who wasn’t with him.

He sat up, rubbing his hand through his hair as he heard another knock on the door.  Recognizing that it was likely his security team trying to get him moving and back on schedule, he called out “Give me 5 minutes.”  

He just wanted another moment to himself, to let the memory of last night sink in.  The memory of you sink in.

—----------

At the same time, you and Mia both picked up your respective drinks at the airport Starbucks counter.  “What’s our gate number again,” your little sister asked, yawning into her frappuccino.

“A14, just up there a little bit,” you said, taking a sip of your iced coffee, leading the two of you down to your gate, each of your carry ons trailing behind you.

“Why did we have to get such an early fliiiiiight,” she whined, dragging her feet.  “The stupid sun is barely even out yet.”

“Some of us have lives we have to get back to.  Once we get on the plane you’ll have plenty of time to sleep again, so just hold on for another 45 min ok?”  You said, elbowing Mia to get her cheer up a little.  All you got in response was a grunt.

Finally seated at the gate, waiting for boarding, you glanced out the window wistfully, mind getting lost in the memory of the night before.  And Chris.  God… Chris.

Lifting your phone, you checked the time again, and felt a pang of disappointment seeing no message from him.  Of course there wouldn’t be, you slipped out like a thief in the night and he’d gotten what he wanted out of you.  You could both move on with your lives and act like it never happened.

And you did.  

For a few days.  Weeks.  

Until one night you heard your phone buzz, a message popping up on the screen.

Chris:  I can’t stop thinking about you.

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Part 1 │Part 2

[paucubarsisimp]

just the beginning

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: in which you meet pedri for the first time

warnings: none

a/n: i know i said i would do them tmrw but i couldn't sleep and i should probaby go to sleep since its 3:22 am.. but i also have to wake up in three hours. also this was requested on my wattpad!!

it was one of those warm, golden evenings where everything felt a little slower, a little sweeter. the kind where the sunlight lingers just long enough to kiss your cheeks, and the breeze carries that faint promise of summer. you hadn’t planned on staying long at fer’s party—just a casual stop to say hi, maybe chat for a bit and head home. but something about the atmosphere felt… different. lighter. like something was waiting.

you adjusted your dress strap as you stepped through the open patio doors, music playing softly from the living room. familiar voices floated through the space, laughter echoing as groups of friends mingled in the glow of string lights. you spotted fer almost instantly, drink in hand, deep in conversation with a few friends. he caught your eye and waved you over with a grin.

“hey, you made it!” he said, pulling you in for a friendly side hug. “didn’t think you’d actually come.”

you smiled, nudging him gently. “rude. of course i did. your mom guilted me into it.”

“classic,” he laughed, then glanced over his shoulder. “oh, my brother’s here too. he’s around somewhere.”

you nodded, only vaguely remembering that pedri was his younger brother—quiet, kind, insanely talented. you’d never met him in person, just heard stories in passing, and seen glimpses of him on tv when fer insisted on showing you his highlights like a proud dad.

you wandered inside to grab a drink, navigating the gentle chaos of the room when—suddenly—you turned a corner and bumped directly into someone.

your breath caught. “oh, i’m so sorry—”

strong hands caught you gently by the arms, steadying you. “no, that was my fault,” a soft voice said, warm and a little shy.

you looked up… and your heart did a strange little flip.

he was close. too close. he had that boyish kind of softness in his face, curls slightly messy, eyes like warm honey in the low light. and his smile—it wasn’t even a full one, just the ghost of a grin—but it made your knees go a little weak.

“are you okay?” he asked, brows pulling together just slightly.

you nodded, suddenly breathless. “yeah. i mean—yes. totally fine. sorry again.”

he tilted his head slightly, studying you for a beat longer than necessary. “you’re friends with fer, right?”

you blinked, caught off guard. “yeah. i’m y/n.”

his smile deepened, and something about it felt familiar, comforting. “i’m pedri.”

you tried not to visibly react, but the way your heart stuttered gave you away.

“oh. right.” you smiled back, a little shy. “he’s mentioned you a lot.”

“hopefully only the good things,” he teased gently, rubbing the back of his neck.

you laughed, soft and nervous. “mostly. he left out the part where you knock people over.”

“to be fair, i didn’t know there’d be anyone as clumsy as me here,” he said, grinning now.

you both stood there for a moment, the party humming in the background, but neither of you moved. it was like the world around you faded just a little, and you were tucked in a quiet pocket of your own.

“do you… want to go outside?” he asked suddenly, voice hopeful. “it’s kind of loud in here.”

you nodded, smiling. “i’d like that.”

you walked side by side into the garden, your shoulders brushing now and then as you found a quieter spot beneath the fairy lights. the sky was slowly darkening, the stars just starting to peek out. pedri looked up at them, hands in his pockets, a soft look on his face.

“i don’t really do this a lot,” he admitted after a moment.

“come to parties?” you asked.

he shook his head. “talk to people like this. it’s easy with my team or my family, but… this feels different.”

you looked over at him, heart fluttering. “different how?”

he met your eyes, something gentle and a little vulnerable in his expression. “like… good different.”

you smiled, the warmth blooming in your chest spreading out to your fingertips. “yeah. it does.”

he sat down on the edge of the low garden wall and patted the space beside him. you joined him, knees brushing, and everything felt soft and slow. you talked about little things—his favorite place to relax, your favorite rainy day song, the small joys no one really asks about. and every time he laughed or looked at you with that quiet kind of wonder, your heart tucked the moment away like a secret.

at one point, he looked down at your hand resting beside his, and then up at you. “can i…?”

you nodded before he even finished, and his fingers brushed yours, then slowly intertwined. it was the gentlest touch, but it held something real. something new.

“this is nice,” he whispered.

“yeah,” you said, leaning just a little closer. “really nice.”

and in that soft, golden moment under the stars, with your fingers linked and the sound of laughter drifting in from the house, it felt like the start of something you hadn’t even known you were waiting for. something slow and sweet and kind.

maybe even love.

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[h1tmanmode]

okay so this episode. i dont care about the rest of it i am head over heels in love with brunhilde so were going to talk about her and her change in tone towards francis in that one little conversation they had (best part of the episode btw)

first of all. the relationship thing was funny asf but in the end it got serious. brunhilde said that she was stuck with him just as much as he was stuck with her. theres something there. not even going to talk about the lore behind WHY theres a mind-talking sentient nazi rifle cursed to a teenager and why shes in that situation but its like. shes calling their relationship even. shes also trapped. shes equally not in control as well

there is also a COMPLETE shift in tone from her when it comes to just. addressing francis in general it seems, especially in the earlier bits she was very brash and scary and controlling. now shes settled a little bit. gone softer. she talks about the value of compromises and having a good relationship with francis

shes changed tactics. shes gone from forcibly grabbing him by the hands to make him shoot someone to giving him some vague free will. shes treating him like an equal. furthering that point she refers to him as "mein herr". now there is a 95% chance this was just because will campos doesnt know the actual meaning of the word an just thought "oooo german term of endearment" but like. that means sir dude. before she was referring to him as boy and whatever but now shes calling him equal, even addressing him as above her???? dude

and then theres the LEG THING. something something using the woman (gun) who ruined your life as a crutch. shes keeping you together despite being the way you tore yourself apart. then as a part of you. shes his leg now, shes a part of him. they are one in the same body. francis has to live with this now. he has to live with her now. his violence. shes a part of him

also i think brunhilde changed her tactic because she realized how fucking insane and unstable this kid is. and was like damn. maybe i should start trying to get along with this guy. compromise or whatever. lest he shoot himself in the fucking brain again. because she became so sad when francis tried to kill himself. she was so devastated

did she grow attached??? realize she was pushing too far????? wanted to take a step back and regroup????? she even mentions that shes NOT going to kill any of his friends or his crush. shes being Considerate (as a gun can be but still its such IMPROVEMENT) shes more careful now. softer towards what francis wants as well. shes trying to actually be on decent standing in regards to the situation at hand

AND THEN. AFTER THE CONVERSATION. FRANCIS TAKES HER WORD FOR THE WHOLE MUZZLE-SOCK THING AND IS LIKE. OKAY. REASONABLE. THERES MUTUAL RESPECT NOW. A ! AAAAA !!!

i think this marks the start of brunhilde francis fucked up friendship. puppet become the puppetmaster and so forth. and puppetmaster become the puppet. both equally puppet and puppetmaster. cool as hell. i love francis and brunhilde. theyre so awesome. anyways

[t3am-r0adk1ll]

hi. can have nsfw alphabet with brian thomas please. i beg you.🙏 (sorry, im writing through a translator.)

Note: this took me SO LONG. i am sorry. but i'm trying to be back trust trust ily anons <33

NSFW Alphabet with Brian!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Brian is a little mean in bed, he likes to overstimulate you until you’re crying and shaking, so he’ll make sure to take proper care of you afterwards! if you want a bath or snacks, he’s on it.

Hoodie on the other hand won’t be as attentive, but will still hug you and play with your hair caringly while you fall asleep. And then he’ll leave, or if he doesn’t to do anything, he’ll stay and watch you sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Both Brian and Hoodie love your eyes. How pretty they are, how you look at him, how tears fall from them because of the overstimulation he provides you.

Brian’s favorite part of his body is his hands. they’re nice hands, and he can feel you up and make you feel good with them. Hoodie doesn’t really have a favorite part of his body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) on your ass, stomach, or face. he’ll cum inside if you ask, but he’ll be a little hesitant to do so. he cums a normal amount of, it’s a bit thicker though.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) sometimes when you’re on the phone with him and he’s very needy, he palms himself to your voice. you could be there talking about the most trivial, boring shit ever, and he’s over there handling his boner while listening to your voice.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) he wasn’t a player back in high school, but we can all see how handsome he is, so he definitely has had a few lays. idk about relationships though, he doesn’t seem interested in those. not until you came along, at least.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) doggy or leap frog. he just has this thing for cumming all over your ass, and those are positions in which he can do that.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) maybe Brian can crack a joke or two about how sensitive you are or how good you taste, he’s a tease. Hoodie is usually silent, don’t expect much verbal communication from him at all.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) he doesn’t grow much hair, but what he grows he keeps trimmed. not completely shaved, just trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) sometimes Brian will feel more romantic and be super intimate with you!! Hoodie mostly has sex with you because he’s frustrated so he’ll be more rough though- sorry :[ (unless you like that-)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) not often. before you, he doesn’t really need to do that on a regular basis, only when he happens to have an erection and has to get it done with. after you, he’d rather just fuck you instead.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) i think i might’ve seen this hc somewhere but I absolutely think that Brian would love to see you in lingerie. if it’s lacy you’re driving him insane.

Hoodie has a corruption kink, he’ll want to see you start taking in his bad habits like smoking or doing drugs now and then.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Brian loves to make it very romantic, so he’ll want to do it in private places like your bedroom or the bathtub.

Hoodie prefers free access: whenever he wants it, wherever he wants it. If he wants you right after coming back from a mission, you better be ready.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) For Brian, to just see you doing normal stuff like reading or watching a movie while you’re wearing just a shirt of his and your underwear, that would make him pounce on you asap.

For Hoodie, it’s seeing you indulge in the bad habits he passed down to you. If he finds you smoking a cigarette on the porch, he’s dragging you inside the house immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Brian wouldn’t hurt you any further than spanking, not even if you asked. Hoodie might be a little more rough, he wouldn’t go to the point of drawing blood though.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Both would rather give. Brian is pretty skilled, he makes you cum more than once in 10 minutes, and Hoodie would rather edge you for like half an hour before making you cum the hardest.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Brian will mostly want to be slow and sensual, unless he’s really pent up and really needs you, in which occasion he’ll be a little more rough. Hoodie is rough, but he loves controlling your orgasm, so he’ll make sure you last at least two hours before he lets you cum.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Both Brian and Hoodie are fine with quickies. If you really need it, no problem.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Hoodie will probably make you experiment stuff without you asking… and as for Brian he’s fine with doing new things to you, he’s a little hesitant about you doing anything to him. (as in for example I don’t think he’d let you peg him 🧍)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Oh, this man lasts at LEAST an hour and a half. With Hoodie, definitely expect more than one round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Not toys per se, but things like ropes and handcuffs that Hoodie stole are things that you can incorporate in bed. oh, Hoodie would also use his gun as a prop.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Brian is a bit of a tease, but he can’t hold back much with you. Hoodie, as I mentioned previously, would edge tf out of you. Edge you for hours.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Brian grunts and sighs enough for it to be pleasant. Hoodie is mostly dead silent unless he’s commanding you to do something.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) If he’s got days-long missions, Hoodie’s taking a pair of your panties with him. Also, expect phone sex with Brian. And probably sexting with Hoodie.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Fairly muscular, not like BUILT but you can tell he has some muscles alright. BLOND HAPPY TRAIL 🤤🤤🤤 now about that dihh; not as girthy as Tim's but still has good girth, you can feel that thing alr, but it is on the longer side (a little under 7 inches)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Brian isn't super needy, he really just adjusts to how high yours is. Hoodie isn't going to fuck you every night, either, but when he wants it, he's not taking no for an answer.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Brian falls asleep a little after you, he likes to watch you fall asleep. Unless he's sleep deprived from missions, then he'll fall asleep almost immediately after you're done 😭

Hoodie will watch you sleep, unless he has somewhere to be, then he'll make sure you're asleep before leaving.

[donuts4evry1]

Quiet i am OVERANALYZING over here

[egophiliac]

Final manifestations for Book 7?

I'm trying REALLY hard not to build up any solid expectations, because I wanna go in ~fresh~! they're already so far away from anything I thought would happen (not in a bad way, I'm just accepting that I'm on Miss Yana's Wild Ride at this point and we're seeing this thing through 'til the end, by gum). so it's nothing too major, but:

they've been handing new crying expressions out like candy lately, I want to see some delicious Malleus tears.

honestly I want everyone to cry buckets. their tears sustain me. the more Silver angst specifically I get the happier I am.

SILVER!!!! 👏 VANROUGE!!!! 👏

just let him have this. the poor boy's been through so much. let him have his big "I'm proud of you, son" moment with Lilia.

I'm 100% expecting Grim's arc (and probably whatever's going on with Crowley) to be its own episode, but a nice hook to leave us hanging on would be good!

a nice hook though, please, I don't think I can take another "Grim is attacking us! now wait eight months to find out what happens :)" cliffhanger...

some Meleanor? as a treat? just a little bit, a tiny quick flashback or something, please Twst I just, I just want to see her again. let her have a little ghost cameo like Dawnathan Knight got. Lilia and his kids are all having their big group hug or whatever and she can gently fade in to be all like

(turning asks off until I'm done playing, SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE Y'ALL)

[3-aem]

thinking about touch starved touch sensitive gojo again. Absolutely desperate for even the most grazing touches from getou and yet overwhelmed by it all.

[skitskatdacat63]

sobbing at how happy they all look

[snaggletoothedbastard]

sometimes i wonder if i'm being harsh when i say cis people are weird and then i remember that my (now very ex) best friend genuinely seemed to think i could just therapy my way out of being trans

[ohcommayouknow]

ritsu loving mutuals rb this with a Ritsu Thought you had today. i crave content and connection and sharing

[cupcakesmoothie]

...So I may have went a little insane designing the MC from @psychopomp-enthusiast's Blade x Reader fic To Mourn The Living

Am I confident in my art skills? Lmao (No)

I am not rendering this (I did have an idea for the highlights but) it's 5 am oh god and if I don't go lie down right now I am not waking up tomorrow (Today at 8)

I tried to keep the design androgynous but well. Am Girl. So I am a little biased towards Reader being also Girl. I think I did ok tho

The first HSR fanart I've made and it's fanart of a fanfic. Typical me behaviour tbh

I did research for this for some reason like I stared really hard at a couple wiki tabs for a while (Haven't seen actual scales on either of our High Elders) and skimmed the fic again. The scales were specified to be silver?

While doing the aforementioned research I think I've crafted a theory? I somehow completely missed that there is more than one High Elder, like there are other ships that have their own High Elders too and like??? I'm making some connections??? Is this a "I've connected the dots" moment? Who knows.

I did think maybe the whole storms thing had something to with Jing Yuan and his Lighting-Wielding Thunder-Clapping Spirit-Squashing Lord (YESSSSS FIRST TRY BABY OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD) but the whole thing with black hair and evil vibes just felt off to me. AND THEN. Until I get a reply on this/the fic gets updated I won't say anything further, but ough. I am so normal about the media I consume guys

I kinda felt like putting the scale pattern on the outfit was a little OOC since MC was mentioned to not really follow Vidyadharan customs, but I also figured they were close to Bailu and have horns so? Maybe?

I gave MC blue hair because Ice type. I was gonna give them really long hair, but then again, not a High Elder. The hair was mentioned to obscure their horns underwater tho so I think some length is fine?

It was actually really hard to find physical descriptions of the MC? I mean for a fic like this, that's actually a good thing, it gives me more leeway to do whatever I want but also literally one of the reasons why I don't do fanart is because I wanna be accurate as possible (This is probably some kind of anxiety thing, idk)

[kwyoz]

i finally finished the veilguard and i enjoyed it for the most part, but both lucanis's romance and the way the game ends so abruptly (imo) threw me off ngl.

[iceeericeee]

I wonder how many tags i can add on to this

[the-casbah-way]

sometimes being so overly sensitive makes it hard to function like how do people do it. today we drove past three dead pheasants and i'm expected to be fine about the fact that they died alone and in pain and everyone keeps driving as if they never mattered. as if they didn't live and breathe and think. ok

[bittersweetresilience]

i'm not really one to post snippets but... you know, since i'm unlikely to publish any of this anyway... i was going back through my fics and i am thoroughly charmed by how much i forgot i wrote. in about two minutes i'm going to forget i'm a fine writer and i enjoy my work again but for now i'm riding the high... such is life

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

i,m alive