#and not enough words to express it properly

[gremlingottoosilly]

Sheltered!Reader that gets lost and finds herself at Slasher!Konig's doorstep

He sees a pretty fucking girl in a pretty winter suit, her breath labored and coming out in short puffs of steam, her hands trembling and, oh, so obviously frozen - he knows the weather wasn't kind. Lately, the harsh winds and snowstorms even forced him to stop hunting for a little, supplying himself with a ride to the nearest town's shop and eager to sink his teeth in a new victim or at least some unlucky deer once the weather clears. But, oh, the victim had come wadddling to him. In a pretty parka, with a pretty expression, with your scarf bundled around your neck. It was too thin - not nearly enough to actually warm you up. It's fine though, he is enough of a heater. Can warm you from inside out, force his cock inside until you're nice and toasty. You ask him if you can enter the house, ask him for a phone, for something to warm you up. You're a trembling little thing, barely able to speak through your teeth chattering, and he can't find it in himself to drop you into the basement immediately. Oh no, he checks if the coast is clear first - reminds himself that the house is clean of all possible blood and guts - and then lets you in. Pats you on the back, assuring that it's fine - wordlessly, unnervingly silent even as he slowly unwraps you from the scarf and a bundle of your clothes, letting you dry your hair with a towel. He barely says a word as you snuggle to the fireplace, all of your desire to flee at the sight of a silent and giant man - mask off, since he was in his house - disappearing once you finally melted into the warmth of his house. Konig looks at you, toasty and warm, sitting on the floor like a housecat - so adorable and precious, he just can't help but touch you, feel the meat on your bones. Press a flat hand between your shoulder blades, smiling as you tried to swat him off, too warm and too tired to deal with this weird man. You didn't want to ask for help at first, but you got lost on the road - and you didn't want to freeze to death, either. And, by gods, his house is so, so precious - so cozy and warm and big and- Ah, but he has a little bit of a weird staring problem - he just...looks at you, not even blinking. You can't say you dislike him, he has somewhat of a handsome face - riddled with scars, of course, but you still found it nice to look at. And Konig found it quite nice to get lost in the fantasy about taking you right on the carpet, making you squirm and cry as you cum under him, completely unaware of the bodies buried in the snow not that far from here. God, you're so shy and so quiet, so, so adorable - you would make a perfect housewife once you're properly housebroken. He just hopes you'll be a strong enough girl to really survive this.

[vrystalius]

Not saying “I love you” to the hashira

How would the hashira react to you not saying “I love you” back to them?

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x gn!reader

Sanemi Shinazugawa

♡—Him not saying “I love you” back…

Sanemi not saying “I love you” back is extremely rare. It’s usually the case that the wind hashira is too distracted by something and instead of reincorporating your affection, he might mumble “Yeah, yeah” or a simple “Me too” under his breath, thinking he did say those three magic words properly, only noticing that he didn’t when he noticed that you were being pouty once he did manage to find time to solely focus on you.

Sometimes, when you two lay in bed together, you mumble a quiet “love you”. As you close your eyes and think that your husband is already deeply asleep, you hear Sanemi sleepily respond instinctively to your affirmation.

“Don’t let the rice eat you.”

At least he’s being concerned for your safety even in his dreams.

⁎⁺˳✧༚

♡—You not saying “I love you” back…

It would actually make him really sad. Sanemi strongly believes that he probably did something to upset you, what other reason could be there for you not to reincorporate his words?

He’d silently glance at you every now and then throughout the whole day, trying to analyse your body language to find out if you’re upset at him. Sanemi would hover near you, almost like a kicked-puppy, still waiting on you to give him love, despite the situation of you not reincorporating those words was early in the morning and with that several hours ago. He needs you to reassure him, or else no missions will be finished that day.

“Hey, you forgot something.” He’d try to remind you, but you not knowing what he meant you just cock your head in slight confusion. Sanemi ran his fingers through his hair and sighed quietly. “Nevermind. Whatever.”

Kyojuro Rengoku

♡—Him not saying “I love you” back…

Impossible! Either you didn’t hear him over his mouth being stuffed with sweet potato fries, or he overthought the perfect moment on when to say his favourite three words to the point where he forgets to say them at all. After missing the perfect moment and not saying “I love you, Kyojuro’ll just give you a simple compliment or a wonky yet bright smile, trying to convey his love for you in that way.

If he sees you get confused or even sad about how he is not reincorporating your love, he’ll quickly almost yell the words out, not wanting to upset you.

“I love you! I promise I do!”

⁎⁺˳✧༚

♡—You not saying “I love you” back…

Kyojuro’s first instinct would be to think that you are just too busy or preoccupied to reply to him, especially with you having to run so many errands today. After a couple hours pass where you spend your time elsewhere, he’d briefly worry if there is something that is bothering you, but that thought quickly faded away since your husband is sure that you’ll share whatever troubles you when the time is right and you feel comfortable enough.

So, once he sees you again, Kyojuro’ll continue to give you affection and reassurance, trying to make you feel loved without words by giving you light pecks on your cheek, holding your hand while you two walked or taking you out on a small, unplanned date. He’ll tell you that he loves you again, watching you expectantly with big eyes until you finally utter the words that make his heart melt every time.

“I love you, my firefly!” He had a big grin on his face while those words left his mouth, now awaiting for your reaction. Chuckling quietly, you responded with a small kiss on his cheek. Kyojuro’s face briefly turned into a pout, wanting to hear you say it back. It was just too adorable to tease him like this…

Gyomei Himejima

♡—Him not saying “I love you” back…

The reason Gyomei barely says “I love you” is that he feels that actions speak louder, and besides, you already know that he loves you more than any words can ever express. Although, if you tell him that you love him, he will of course respond by reassuring you with a soft smile and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

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♡—You not saying “I love you” back

If you don’t reincorporate his affirmation, Gyomei wouldn’t mind at all. Just like he does, you express your love for him in other ways: touching him in any way, kisses, small gifts or your presence alone is reassuring him of your love. Yet, it is nice to hear it every once in a while. If you ignore his “I love you” in order to tease him or whatever other reason, he grows very quiet and thoughtful. He wonders if you have any troubles or if he hurt you in any way, sitting down in a quiet area to reflect on all his actions and behaviours over the past weeks, praying quietly.

Your husband also will ask you outright if you are upset at him after pondering for a while. If you tell him no, Gyomei will grow even more worried. Perhaps you were using sarcasm? Surely something must’ve moved you to not respond to his affections, right?

“I love you, my light.” Your husband calls out to you, pulling your attention away from whatever you were doing, responding with a simple “Okay.” You watched as his whole face morphed into one of worry, him slowly retreating back into the gardens to continue to self-reflect and pray.

Giyu Tomioka

♡—Him not saying “I love you” back…

It happens on accident sometimes, Giyu either forgets or is too nervous to say it back. He’s not quite used to the idea of being loved and cherished by someone he loves so much, so his brain temporarily halts when you tell him that you love him. Sometimes, he gives you a nasty look on accident as a response, as if silently judging you for choosing someone like him to date and spend your time with. He hasn’t quite processed everything yet, so please forgive him when he either doesn’t respond or mumbled a very quiet “love you too”

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♡—You not saying “I love you” back…

His heart is shattered, thoughts about you loosing interest in him or not loving him anymore now running in circles over and over in his mind. Those three simple words can do so much with a person’s mind, can’t they? Giyu grows immediately extremely quiet, pulling away from you and heading off to any available mission right now or going to train, trying to give you space. He tries to concentrate on training or the missions but he keeps thinking about you not saying that you love him back. Giyu feels so nervous and nauseous about coming back home, thinking you are not there to greet him and gone forever, or suggesting to break up. He may be overreacting, but he just can’t help it!

Once the water hashira walks through the front door of your shared estate, carefully looking around for your presence, he spotted you in the bedroom. Giyu brought all the courage he had together for this: “I love you.” You lifted your gaze and glanced at him, giving your lover a small smile. “Love you too.”

Oh! His shoulders visibly sagged, tension leaving his body. He gave you an awkward nod before leaving. So his overthinking was all for nothing.

💠

This was inspired by this post (from the Genshin fandom) and I wanted to write my own kny version of it, even if it’s not as long or detailed as the original XD

Anyways, I somehow got sick again and wrote this during the periods I did not feel nauseous but I hope you all enjoyed this anyway <3

Make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[dwaekkicidal]

👾 anon making a comeback!

what about 2min teaching another member who just got a gf how to fuck her properly? like, they have a toy or something for the other member to practice on while 2min demonstrates on reader?

i could imagine the other member thrusting into the toy wrongly and lee know just goes ‘nononono, like this’ and thrusts into reader for the nth time and overstims them.

while one of 2min is fucking reader, the other is trying to make reader stop being so loud and shoves their cock into readers mouth.

and to top it all off, since reader literally cannot stop convulsing theres a bit of collar play and 2min tugs on the collar when they need to and theyre unphased but reader is out here drooling all over themselves

im nasty, what can i say? 👾👾👾

oh my fucking god?? U ARE NASTY BUT THANK U FOR THIS

this is 1k words LMFAO oopsie..

something about them making the other member use a toy instead of their own girlfriend is so.... humiliation kink at its finest

like them saying something along the lines of "if you can't fuck her properly, you can't get her at all" and its not even their girlfriend to make such bold commands?? ugh

i can picture this being hard/mean dom! jeongin's awakening

so lets picture this. virgin!innie who hasnt even seen a vagina until the first time you two got intimate. and even then, the few times you two have been intimate only included mutual masturbation

so i bring you!! closeted mean dom 2min who offers their help to their poor maknae!

he goes to them first, expressing his worries about not performing well enough for his girlfriend- and about how he doesn't want to embarrass himself by not being able to pleasure you properly!

so he gets 2 of his favorite hyungs in his room seated on either side of you. their hands are all over you, from showing jeongin how to finger you properly, and describing to him how to curve his fingers the way you like it.

and how do they know he's performing well enough? well that would be all thanks to the fleshlight they bought him :)

its clear so they can see through it, watching his fingers every move. and he has such long, pretty fingers, so it would be such a shame if they went to waste? "thank god we're teaching him this too, right y/nnie?"

they make you cum twice on their fingers, one time each man so they can give their own two advice and show off their techniques. so can they really blame you for subconciously fighting back when seungmin slides his cock inside of you?

not really... but that wont stop minho from forcing both of your wrists into one of his. it also wont stop seungmin from thrusting even harder into you, quickly getting distracted with your tight cunt and forgetting the whole goal of the situation

he basically uses you as his own personal fleshlight until you both cum, jeongin cumming around the same time. you and jeongin are barely given a break before minho is pouncing with an order for the maknae to "get to it"

minho's a lot bigger and fucks into you faster and harder than seungmin, rolling his hips roughly and teaching jeongin to do the same. he sometimes even compares it to certain dance moves from their choreos and will slow his own thrusts to watch closely and make sure the maknae is moving correctly

once he's sure the boy has learned, minho's so rough with it that your eyes feel permanently rolled to the back of your head, his tip constantly pummeling into your sensitive walls.

it gets to the point where you cant control yourself when your nails start to rake down his arm! >< its just "too much!"

it makes him mad and he slaps your hand away, not wanting marks, only to be made even more upset when you push your hand against his lower stomach with begs for him to give you a break

but he has no plans to stop, not even after you've came yet again. and who are you to give him orders right now??? so he whistles for seungmin to help, and youre absolutely stunned when a piece of leather slides around your neck and gets buckled by the puppy man himself

he tosses the end of the leash to minho and helps him flip you over, manhandling you onto your hands and knees

at this point, jeongins completely zoned out. he's not nearly as overstimulated as you, but as his 2nd orgasm builds and as he's forced to watch some of his closest friends pound his dear girlfriend int his mattress, he feels like he's floating on another planet

so what happens when you're finally let go by seungmin and minho? what do you think happens when they leave your apartment, after teaching jeongin about aftercare, and you're left alone, still sensitive with your oddly quiet boyfriend?

not sleeping. thats for sure :) you're lucky he loves you and doesn't want to push your body too far, yet. so he'll only fuck you to orgasm once, but he's gonna be like a new man reborn, hips fucking into you faster than either of the men did earlier.

they didnt teach him this, but it comes all too naturally when he shoves his fingers into your mouth and pushes down against your tongue

the drool that drips down his wrist is almost enough to make him laugh, but the little semblance of jealousy in his veins tells him to do something more

he uses the spit on his fingers to pinch and massage one of your nipples, all while the other set of fingers are tangles in your hair and holds you flat against him.

he's so deep and your body has been through so much the last few hours that your own orgasm takes you by surprised, your legs shaking aggressively as your body convulses as best as it can with his iron grip on your head

& his mouth is so filthy as he uses you as his fleshlight- telling you that youre a little slut for enjoying the other men using you freely while he was forced to watch. he tells you how hes gonna use every last thing he saw you enjoy against you, from the leash & collar to the way your body was so happy at their rough hands on your- HIS pretty pussy

once hes finished he essentially redoes everything they did earlier for aftercare, adding in his own "spice" by running you a hot shower and kissing every inch of your body as he helps you wash off

he definitely gets hard again, but he'll deal with it himself while you sleep.

maybe if youre lucky, he'll wake you up with that pretty cock all up in your tummy again <3

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[capquinn]

Imagine dad Quinn with Jack and Luke, along with us meeting the baby in the hospital 🥹🥹 imagine how the boys would act with a new baby

The hospital room was warm and quiet, softened by the glow of late afternoon light filtering through the blinds. Quinn stood near the bed, cradling his baby daughter carefully, his large hands almost comically gentle against her impossibly tiny frame. She was only a day old, barely big enough to fill his hands, with a downy tuft of hair and her face still scrunched in that sleepy, new-baby way. Every now and then, she let out a soft coo, and each sound sent a flicker of wonder through Quinn’s face, a look of complete awe mixed with a bit of that new-parent nervousness.

Jack and Luke, for all their bravado, wore similar expressions. They’d been buzzing with excitement since they’d stepped into the room, but as they finally got close enough to see her, a hush fell over them.

When Jack finally held her, he cradled her a bit awkwardly but with as much care as he could muster.

Quinn hovered closely, his body leaning in, just a little tense. His eyes flickered over every detail — Jack’s fingers around her, the angle of her tiny head resting against his chest. He watched, heart in his throat, protective instincts on high alert. Every few seconds, his gaze darted over to you, almost pleading, a silent question in his eyes: is she okay? Should I take her back?

But each time he looked, you just gave him a soft, reassuring smile, urging him to let the moment breathe, to trust his brother’s careful hands. Quinn’s shoulders relaxed a bit, but his eyes never left her, tracing the delicate rise and fall of her breath, making sure her blanket stayed snug around her. His hand hovered at his side, fingers twitching like he was ready to step in at the slightest hint of discomfort.

Jack, sensing the weight of his brother’s watchful eye, grinned up at Quinn.

“Relax, Q. This isn’t the first time I’ve held a baby,” he teased.

Quinn rolled his eyes, crossing his arms but refusing to step back. “Just focus on holding her properly then, would you?” he replied, voice firm but softened by a barely-hidden smile. “Her head’s gotta be supported.”

Jack chuckled, shifting slightly as he adjusted his hold, his tone gentle. “You’re wound up tight, you know that?”

“You’re holding my daughter like she’s a ticking time bomb about to go off,” Quinn retorts, a hint of defensiveness in his tone as he leans a little closer, eyes fixed on Jack’s grip.

Jack raises an eyebrow, suppressing a grin.

“Maybe that’s because you’re hovering over my shoulder like she actually might,” he shoots back, adjusting his hold just to prove a point.

Quinn huffs, his hand twitching as though he’s about to step in, but he holds himself back, glancing over at you. You catch his gaze, giving him another reassuring nod, a small smile that says, “trust him.”

When it was finally Luke’s turn, he stepped forward with a soft, eager smile, his arms already outstretched as Jack carefully transferred the tiny bundle into his grasp. Unlike Jack’s tentative approach, Luke seemed to find his footing almost instantly, his hands settling with a gentle confidence as he cradled her. His long fingers supported her head, and he instinctively began to sway, his movements slow and easy, a quiet rhythm that seemed to soothe even the softest stirrings from his niece.

He looked down at her with a look of wonder, as if seeing something entirely new in the world.

“Hey there, little one,” he murmured, “I’m your uncle Luke. The fun one.” His words carried a playful warmth, but there was a flicker of pride in his eyes, a glimpse of the care he already felt.

Jack, watching from beside him, let out a soft chuckle, and leaned in to gently brush his fingers over her impossibly tiny hand.

“Yeah, by fun he means he’ll be doing all the things that make mom and dad panic,” Jack teased, his voice dropping into a warm whisper. “She’s just… so small,” he whispered, the awe in his voice breaking through his usual humour.

His finger lingered there, and to everyone’s quiet delight, her hand closed reflexively around it, holding on tight. The sight left him speechless, his usual stoicism melting into something entirely new — gentle, protective, proud. It was as if the weight of being an uncle settled over him in that single moment, reshaping his usual carefree grin into something more tender.

Jack let out a quiet laugh, his eyes never leaving her tiny face.

“Guess I’m officially Uncle Jack now,” he murmured, a little awestruck, like he was still wrapping his mind around the title.

Then, as if sensing she was the center of their attention, the baby let out a small, sleepy noise, a gentle little sigh that made everyone fall silent. Luke’s grin faded into a look of pure wonder, his eyes softening as he looked down at her, completely smitten.

Quinn watched from beside you, a hint of emotion catching in his throat as he took in the sight of his brothers doting on his baby girl. You slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him close, and he leaned into you, his heart full. He squeezed your shoulder, and together, you both simply watched, soaking up this first, tender meeting, feeling the magic of it all.

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requests are open - let’s daydream!

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲. The building, with its sleek design and glass doors, exuded an upscale ambiance. My mind raced with anticipation and anxiety as I made my way to the elevator, punching the button for the floor Chris’ studio resided on.

I had grown concerned about the amount of time he had spent isolated in his studio, pushing himself nonstop without even taking breaks to eat properly.

As the elevator swiftly made its ascent, I leaned against the cool mirrored wall. I glanced down at the display on my phone, my eyes widening at the time. It was well past midnight. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, a mix of worry and disappointment settling on my shoulders.

“He can’t push himself like this,” I muttered to myself in the quiet solitude of the elevator, “Skipping meals, barely sleeping… It’s not healthy.”

Frustration and concern mingled within me, each passing second on the elevator ride felt like an eternity. The quiet hum of the elevator seemed to magnify my anxious thoughts as I silently worried about Chris’ well-being. Every second that passed without a break from his work was another moment he was pushing himself too far, neglecting his own health.

The gentle ding of the elevator brought me back to the present, tearing me away from my worries. The doors opened, revealing the hallway leading to the studio. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the task ahead.

I straightened my shoulders, gathering the resolve to confront Chris and make him take a break, even if it were just for a few minutes.

I stepped out of the elevator, each step echoing softly against the linoleum floor. The hallway felt endless, my footsteps carrying me closer and closer to his studio. The dim, almost eerie glow from the windows above provided the only illumination in the otherwise dimly lit corridor.

I walked past closed doors and hushed murmurs behind them, my target drawing nearer with every passing second. My heart beat loudly in my chest, anticipation mounting with each step I neared his studio door.

Finally, I reached the door to Chris's studio. The familiar sight of it, with its faint light beneath the door, only amplified my determination to make him pause and remember his well-being. I paused, taking a deep breath to steady my racing heartbeat. With a trembling hand, I softly knocked on the door, trying to gauge if he was even aware of my presence.

Not hearing any response from within, I decided to take a chance. Slowly, I reached for the door knob and gently turned it, pushing the door open just enough for me to slip inside.

The room was dimly lit, casting elongated shadows across the space. The soft glow of his console illuminated the studio, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls.

There he was, Chris, deeply engrossed in his work, sitting in front of his console, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. His eyes were fixed on the screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard in a rhythmic frenzy.

I let out a soft sigh, seeing him so engrossed in his work. I carefully placed the bag of food down on the couch, doing my best not to make a sound. Stepping closer, I moved towards him quietly, my heart heavy with worry and determination.

Slowly, I moved closer and draped my arms around his neck, gently wrapping them around him. The suddenness of the movement startled him a bit, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing.

I whispered softly, my voice barely above a murmur, the words carrying both tenderness and concern. “You should take a break,” I said, the warmth of my breath lightly grazing his cheek. Even in the dim studio, there was no mistaking my identity. The familiarity in his expression changed immediately upon recognizing me.

He turned his head, his eyes locking with mine, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing his face as he recognized me. A faint smile played on his lips, “How did you get in here?” he asked, his voice a whisper that somehow sounded louder in the quiet room.

I smiled softly, keeping my arms draped around his neck. “The door wasn't locked,” I whispered back, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

He shook his head, a mix of amusement and exhaustion in his eyes. “You really shouldn't sneak up on me like that,” he admitted, the hint of a smile still lingering on his lips. Despite the tiredness in his voice and the strain evident on his face, there was a spark of amusement and affection.

I leaned against him, my chin resting on his shoulder as I peered at the screen. “Have you even moved from this spot?” I asked, a hint of concern lacing my voice, though it was laced with a gentle tease.

He sighed, rolling his shoulders as his fingers paused momentarily. “I lost track of time,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving the screen. There was a hint of shame in his voice as he realized how long he had been working. I could feel the fatigue radiating off of him, yet he persisted, his passion for music holding him captive.

I leaned a bit closer, my lips brushing softly against the soft skin of his neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Take a break. Please,” I whispered against his neck, my words carrying both a plea and persuasion. My lips lingered gently against him, a silent plea for him to pause and rest.

He let out a soft sigh at the gentle touch of my lips against his neck, the tenderness of my plea settling in his heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly conflicted between his desire to work and the quiet demand of my plea, a battle of his passions waging within him.

The soft touch of my lips against his neck sparked something that began to overshadow his desire to work. The tension in the air shifted, the vulnerability of the moment mingling with the exhaustion of his work. His resolve began to waver as his senses became acutely aware of my presence, my pleading request lingering in his mind.

My lips continued to move against his neck, tracing a gentle path of kisses. Each touch brought forth a shiver from him, his muscles tensing in response to the sensations. I could feel the conflict within him, the war between his duty to his work and the allure of a different kind of desire taking hold.

As I continued to trail kisses along his neck, I softly whispered against his skin, my words carrying a mix of reassurance and temptation. “You need to take care of yourself, Chris,” I murmured, my lips grazing his collarbone, “You're pushing yourself far too hard.” Each word was a gentle plea, a soft reminder of his well-being amidst the desire that brewed between us.

He let out a soft sigh, but a hint of stubborn resolve lingered, “I'm almost done, I promise. Just a few more minutes,” he whispered back. His words were a weak defense, a faint attempt to hold onto his work, though the wavering tone in his voice betrayed his true exhaustion.

I sighed against his skin, feeling the familiar stubborn streak in his response, “You always say that,” I whispered, my lips lingering against his jawline, the warm brush of my breath creating a faint shiver in him. My words were soft, a reminder of his habit to always push himself further, promising to finish soon, yet never actually allowing himself to take a rest.

As Chris focused on the computer screen, I had an idea, knowing exactly what will make him stop. I moved closer, my voice barely a whisper against his ear, my words carrying a mix of desire and need: “I need you.”

The words hung in the air, their simplicity yet earnestness capturing his attention effortlessly. He froze, his eyes fixed on the screen, the weight of the words sinking in. A soft shiver ran through him, his focus shattered by the undeniable need in my voice, the power of three simple words.

I pulled away from his neck and moved in front of him, my movements slow and almost teasing. I carefully positioned myself, sitting on his lap; the warmth of his body against mine, my eyes meeting his, my hands resting on his chest. As I settled in, I could feel the tension in his muscles.

He couldn't help but feel the allure of my closeness as I settled in his lap. His eyes met mine, the usual focus they held for his work now replaced by a mix of exhaustion and a hint of vulnerability. The weight of my gaze on him made his resolve waver, the intensity of the moment pulling him away from his work and towards me.

As my arms encircled his neck, I felt him tense beneath me. Slowly, softly, I began grinding against him, my moves barely a whisper against his frame. The small, subtle movement ignited a spark of desire within us both, the tension in his body growing more pronounced.

My hands tentatively reached out, caressing Chris’s face, feeling the familiar sharp jawline and gentle curve of his cheeks. “Chris...I’ve missed you so much.”

As my lips brushed against Chris's ear, I whispered, “I've missed your touch, your voice, your everything. It's been so long since I've felt your lips on mine, your hands on my body... I've had to do it all myself, imagining it's you.”

Chris's breath hitched as my words washed over him. “I'm so sorry, baby,” he murmured, his voice laced with guilt. “I've just been so busy in the studio, trying to get this album done.”

“Yet you don't take breaks,” I sighed, my fingers tracing soothing patterns on his chest. “You look so stressed, darling. Let me help you relax, hmm?” I purred, my hips grinding against him once more. “If you'll let me.”

Chris's resolve crumbled as I continued my sensual assault. “Fuck, Y/N...” he groaned, his hands finally coming up to grip my hips. “I can’t, I gotta finish this album.”

“Please, Chris...” I begged, nipping at his earlobe. “Just tonight. Let me remind you of how good it is between us. You need a break, and I need you.” I ground against him again, my body aching with need.

With a low growl, Chris finally succumbed to temptation. His hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me flush against him. “Fuck it,” he muttered, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

His strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my hips even closer as I straddled him. He gripped my ass possessively, his fingers kneading the flesh as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine.

I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I rocked against him, the friction driving both of us crazy.

Breaking the kiss, I gazed into Chris's eyes with a smoldering look. “Let me take care of you,” I purred, my hands sliding under his shirt to caress the toned muscles beneath. “I want to worship every inch of you.”

Chris's eyes rolled back as I began to worship his body, my hands roaming over his chest and stomach, my lips trailing kisses over his jaw and neck. I reached down and unbuttoned his pants, sliding my hand inside to wrap around his thick, hard length.

Chris hissed through his teeth, his fingers digging into my back as I slowly stroked him. “Y/N... that feels so good, baby,” he panted, his hips bucking against my touch. I grinned mischievously, loving the control I had over him. “Shh, just relax,”

I continued to stroke him slowly, my thumb rubbing against the sensitive head of his cock. Chris threw his head back, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he neared the edge. Just when he seemed about to cum, I stopped, leaving him twitching and aching in my hand.

I slowly lifted the hem of Chris's shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and toned arms. My fingers trailed along his skin, sending shivers down his spine as I exposed more and more of his chest. Finally, I pulled the shirt off completely, tossing it aside to admire his gorgeous physique.

I nuzzled his jaw, my lips tracing a path down to his neck. I sucked gently at his throat, leaving a mark – a claiming mark. Chris groaned, tilting his head to give me better access. “God, Y/N...” he groaned, his hands gripping my thighs.

I marked his neck, his collarbone, and his chest, each love bite eliciting a moan or groan from Chris. His hands roamed over my body, caressing my curves through the thin fabric of my shirt. “Baby...” he panted, “you’re gonna be the death of me..”

I left another mark on his chest, just above his heart. Each mark made Chris groan and flex under me, his body tensing as he tried to rein in his desire.

I smirked, knowing that Chris would never hide these marks. He'd wear them proudly, like badges of honor, showing the world that he belonged to me. The thought made me even more possessive, and I leaned down to place more marks on his collarbone and shoulders.

I ground my hips against him, my core pressing against his clothed erection. The tip of his cock poked out of his pants, rubbing against my stomach as I moved. Chris let out a strangled groan, his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he tried to stay still and let me take control.

I trailed my lips down his chest, kissing each mark I’d left behind. Chris watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, his breath coming in short pants. I kissed lower, my lips brushing against his toned stomach. I knelt before him, pushing his pants down to his thighs.

Chris lifted his hips, allowing me to push his pants down further. His erection sprang out, hard and ready. I wrapped my hand around the base, my thumb and fingers not quite meeting. Chris’s hips bucked forward, his head falling back against the seat as he groaned. “Y/N...”

I licked my lips, admiring his impressive size. Slowly, teasingly, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip. Chris shuddered, his hands fisting in my hair. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the bead of precum at the tip.

I ran my tongue along the prominent veins on Chris's cock, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat in his shaft. His veins throbbed against my tongue, and I could taste the saltiness of his skin. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently as I looked up at Chris's face.

Chris's eyes were closed, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. I sucked harder, my lips stretching around his girth. I bobbed my head, taking more of him into my mouth with each pass. My hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with my mouth.

Chris's hand came to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. He didn't force me down, just guided me gently as his hips thrust up in tiny increments. His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair tightening as he neared his release. “Y/N...Baby” he panted, “You can stop...I’m not gonna last...” I hummed around him, my vibrations making Chris groan louder.

I looked up at Chris through my lashes, my eyes watering from the effort of taking him so deep. “I wanna taste all of you” I mumbled, the vibrations pushing him closer to the edge. I wanted to taste him, to swallow every drop. Chris's face contorted, his jaw clenching as he finally let go, spilling into my mouth with a low groan. Chris's eyes locked onto mine as he finally let go.

I pulled back, allowing some of Chris’s release to dribble down my chin. I caught it with my fingers, using it to slick my hand. I stroked him, milking every last drop from him as he twitched in my hand.

Chris let out a shuddering groan, his eyes fluttering closed as his release coated his stomach. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. I admired my handiwork, seeing the satisfied smile on Chris's face as he watched me.

Chris opened his eyes slowly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he looked down at his sticky stomach. “Mmmm, baby...” He let out a shuddering groan, “you're gonna be the death of me.” He looked up at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I stood up slowly, hovering over Chris's prone form. “Good” I purred, leaning down to capture his lips in a deep, sensual kiss. My hair fell around us like a curtain, cocooning us in our own little world.

Chris's hands slowly snaked up my thighs, over my hips, to the hem of my shirt. He broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto mine as he slowly began to lift my shirt. “I want to see you, baby...all of you.” His voice was low, almost reverent.

I lifted my arms, allowing Chris to pull my shirt up and over my head. He tossed it aside, his eyes devouring the sight of me. He reached out, tracing his fingers over the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, and the gentle curve of my hips.

His fingers brushed over my bare breasts, his brows furrowing as he realized I wore no bra. “No bra? You knew I was going to give in didn’t you?” His voice was accusing, but his fingers continued to caress me, his thumbs brushing over my hardened peaks.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile. “Maybe I did,” I admitted, my voice breathy. Chris let out a growl, his hands moving to cup my breasts. He kneaded them gently, his thumbs rolling over my nipples.

“You're so...perfect,” Chris murmured, his eyes locked onto my face. He sat up, wrapping his arms around me as he buried his face between my breasts. He kissed and nuzzled them, his hands roaming over my back and hips.

I tangled my fingers in Chris's hair, holding him close as he worshipped my breasts. His mouth found my nipple, suckling and teasing until I was arching into his touch. “Chris...” I breathed, my head falling back in pleasure.

Chris's hands tightened on me, his lips moving to my other breast. He nipped gently at my hardened peak, soothing it with a suckle. “Mmmm, you like that don’t you?” He asked, his voice muffled against my skin.

His hands slid down to my ass, gripping and kneading the soft flesh. “I'm going to make you feel so good, baby,” Chris promised, his voice low and filled with desire.

Chris's hands slid down to the hem of my sweats. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with determination. “I'm going to make up for all the time I've wasted in here,” he promised, his fingers slowly pushing the fabric down over my hips.

As my sweats pooled around my ankles, Chris eyes roaming over my bare legs. He reached out, hooking his fingers under my underwear and slowly pulling them down. “So beautiful,” he breathed, tossing the underwear aside.

I stepped out of the discarded clothing, standing bare before Chris. He reached out, his hands slowly sliding up my thighs. His touch sent shivers through me, and I bit my lip as his fingers found my center. “So wet...”

Chris groaned, his fingers dipping into my folds. He rubbed slow, circular motions over my clit, his thumb pressing gently against my entrance. “Fuck, you're soaked,” he muttered, his eyes never leaving my face as he continued to tease my pussy.

I swayed on my feet, my knees buckling slightly as pleasure washed over me. Chris's strong arms wrapped around me, supporting me as he continued to play my body like an instrument. “Chris...please,”

“Please what, baby?” Chris asked, his voice low and taunting. His fingers continued their slow torture, never quite giving me what I needed. “Please...touch me...please...” I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders for support. Chris chuckled darkly, “With pleasure.”

Chris stood up, lifting me into his arms and sitting me down on the office chair. He placed my legs over each armrest, spreading me open for him. “Perfect,” he muttered, his eyes roaming over my exposed pussy.

Chris dropped to his knees, his face hovering over my dripping entrance. He looked up at me, his eyes burning with desire. “I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy until you cum all over my face,” he promised before burying his face between my thighs.

His tongue delved into my folds, parting them to taste me fully. He licked and suckled, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place. I writhed on the chair, my hands clutching the armrests as Chris feasted on me like a starving man.

Chris continued his oral assault, his tongue delving deep inside my dripping channel. He licked and sucked, savoring my essence. Two fingers joined his tongue, pumping in and out of my tight heat. He curled them just right, stroking that special spot inside me that made my toes curl.

Chris looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine as he devoured my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but he opened them, keeping his face buried in my folds. I reached down and buried my hand in his hair, trying to pull him away but he only gripped my thighs tighter.

“Chris...Oh god...Chris...” I moaned, my back arching off the chair. His tongue was relentless, his fingers driving me closer and closer to release. “Chris...I'm...I'm going to...” I panted, my hand gripping his hair tighter.

“Not yet,” Chris growled, pulling back just as I was on the verge. I whimpered, my hips bucking forward, needing that last push to send me over the edge. “Please...please, Chris...” I begged, my voice hoarse from moaning.

Chris grinned mischievously, burying his face back between my thighs. His fingers pumped in and out of me, curving upwards to rub that magical spot inside. His mouth latched onto my opening, sucking hard as his fingers worked their magic. “Chris...please...I can't...”

“Shut up and cum,” Chris demanded, his fingers pistoning in and out of me. He added a third finger, stretching me further as he finger-fucked me with ruthless intensity. His mouth never left my pussy, sucking and licking furiously.

I wrapped my hand around Chris's hair, holding on for dear life as he destroyed me with his fingers and mouth. “CHRIS! CHRIS! OH FUCK, CHRIS!” I screamed, my whole body shaking as the pressure built to a breaking point.

“That's it, baby. Cum for me,” Chris encouraged, his fingers curling inside me, pressing hard on that spot. His mouth sealed around my entrance, sucking hard as his fingers pumped in and out.

My entire world narrowed down to the feeling of Chris's fingers and mouth on my pussy. I felt like I was going to pass out from the intensity of it all. “I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!” I yelled, my legs trembling as my orgasm hit me like a truck.

Chris didn't let up, milking my pussy for every drop of cum as I shook and spasmed in the chair. He finger-fucked me through my entire orgasm, his mouth still sealed around my entrance. When I finally collapsed back in the chair, panting and dripping with sweat, Chris finally pulled away.

“You're fucking delicious,” Chris said, licking his lips. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off of them. “I could eat this pussy for hours.” I whimpered, oversensitive from my intense orgasm. Chris just smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

Chris leaned over me, his hands braced on the armrests. He brought his glistening fingers to my mouth, painting my lips with my own essence. “Taste yourself,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I parted my lips, tasting the evidence of my arousal on his fingers.

Chris leaned in the rest of the way, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every inch as he shared my taste with me. I moaned, my arms wrapping around his neck as we made out hungrily.

Chris scooped me up into his arms, settling back into the chair with me in his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close as we continued to make out passionately. I straddled his legs.

Chris's hands tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer as he trailed kisses along my jawline and down to my neck. I let my head fall back, exposing more of my neck to him. As he kissed and sucked on my neck, I felt his hard length beneath me.

I reached down between our bodies, my fingers wrapping around his thick, hard shaft. I moaned at the feel of him, so hot and heavy in my hand. I notched the head of his erection at my entrance and slowly began to lower myself onto him.

“Oh fuck,” Chris groaned as I sank down onto his cock. I threw my head back with a loud moan as he stretched and filled me completely. “You feel so good around me,” he panted, his hands gripping my hips. I started to move, rolling my hips in a slow grind.

Chris's mouth returned to my neck, his lips and teeth nipping and sucking at my delicate skin. He marked me thoroughly, leaving a trail of love bites down to my collarbone. “Ride me, baby,” he whispered, his hands guiding my hips as I continued to move atop him.

His grip on my hips tightened, and he began to thrust up into me hard and fast, meeting my downward motions with powerful upward jerks. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by our labored breaths and moans.

“Fuck yeah, ride my dick just like that,” Chris grunted, his voice rough with lust. “Take it hard, baby, take it deep. You're so fucking tight around me, I can feel every inch of your pussy.” He reached up to pinch and roll my nipples, adding to the intensity.

“Your little cunt is squeezing my dick so tight, I can feel myself hitting your cervix with every thrust,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “You're gonna make me cum so hard inside you, fill your fucking pussy with my seed.”

“Look at you, taking me so well. Look at how beautifully you're being stretched around me,” he panted. “You're such a good girl, aren't you? Being so good at taking my big, thick cock. But you can take more, can't you, baby?”

Without warning, Chris slammed me down hard onto his lap, fully sheathing himself inside me. I screamed, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I clung to him. “That's it, mark me up,” he growled, his hips bucking upwards as he pounded into me mercilessly.

His hands gripped my ass tightly, lifting and lowering my body onto his lap in quick, brutal movements. The sound of wet, meaty impacts filled the room as he mercilessly drilled up into me, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. “Harder, Chris, please!”

“Gladly,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his pace quickening even more. His powerful arms lifted and dropped my body onto his lap with such force that the chair shook and creaked ominously. Each brutal thrust pushed me higher and higher, my breath coming in short, desperate pants.

“Is this what you wanted, hmm? To make me abandon my album just so I could spend hours buried deep inside you?” He grunted, slamming me down onto him particularly hard. “You're insatiable, you know that? Always begging for more, always needing to be filled.”

“I'm gonna keep pounding into you like this until you forget your own name,” he whispered in my ear, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Until all you can remember is how it feels to have me inside you. Until you're a mindless, quivering mess beneath me.”

With a swift motion, Chris stood, still buried deep inside me. He carried me to his large desk and swept his arms across its surface, sending recording equipment and papers flying to the floor with a single, powerful swing.

“Chris, your equipment!” I gasped, concerned for his expensive gear. He silenced me with a searing kiss, his hands gripping my bottom tightly as he continued to thrust into me. “Forget about it,” he rasped, “Right now, the only thing that matters is you.”

His hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as he powered into me, his hips slamming against mine with brutal force. The solid wooden desk shook and groaned beneath us, mirroring the sounds of our united bodies. “Chris, it's too much!”

“Take it,” he snarled, his voice barely recognizable. “You can take more. You can take everything I give you.” His hands slid under my thighs, tilting my hips to accept his merciless rhythm. “And you will.”

My fingers scrambled for purchase on the polished surface of the desk as he mercilessly drove into me, again and again. His breath came in hot, heavy pants against my neck, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he growled.

“Come on baby, don't hold back. Let me hear those sweet moans,” he urged, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust. “The studio's soundproof - no one will hear you scream my name as I fuck you senseless.”

I threw my head back, a loud, uninhibited moan echoing through the soundproofed room. “C-Chris!” I cried out, my nails raking down his back as he continued to pound into me with relentless intensity.

His response was a guttural groan, his pace quickening as my walls tightened around him. “Good. Louder,” he urged, his hands sliding up my body to palm my breasts. His thumbs strummed over my hardened peaks, drawing another loud, desperate moan from my lips. “Again.”

“CHRIS!” I screamed, my voice hoarse from the sheer volume of my cries. The sound of wet, slapng flesh filled the room, mingling with our labored breaths and my ear-piercing moans.

With a swift motion, Chris spun me around, bending me over his desk. My palms pressed flat against the cool wood as he kicked my legs apart, positioning himself behind me. “Keep screaming for me, baby,” he commanded, lining himself up with my entrance. “Let me hear how much you love this.”

His large hands gripped my hips, pulling me back as he surged forward, filling me to the brim. “Oh GOD, Chris!” I shrieked, my back arching as he set a brutal pace, slamming into me from behind.

“Louder, baby. Tell me who's making you feel this way,” he growled, his fingers digging into my flesh as he increased his tempo. The desk shook violently beneath us, papers scattering to the floor as he drilled into me with unbridled passion.

“IT'S YOU, CHRIS! ONLY YOU!” I practically screamed, my voice raw and desperate. Tears of ecstasy streamed down my face as he hit that perfect spot inside me over and over again. My inner walls fluttered around his thickness, drawing him in deeper with each thrust.

His answer was a feral grunt, his hips snapping against my ass with reckless abandon. The desk creaked ominously, on the verge of collapse as Chris fucked me with primal intensity. “Fuck, you're so tight,” he panted, his breath hot against my back. “So fucking tight.”

As he fucked me, Chris reached for his phone on his desk, pressing a button to record our sounds. He couldn't resist the opportunity to capture my raw, uninhibited moans to add to one of his songs in the future. The thought only spurred him on, his thrusts becoming even more brutal.

Blissfully unaware of his little recording session, I was lost to the world, my existence narrowed down to the point where our bodies joined. His large hands roamed my ass, squeezing and kneading my flesh before delivering a stinging slap. “Chris!”

Satisfied with the snippet he'd captured, Chris hit stop and tossed his phone aside. He sank back into his chair, pulling me with him so that I straddled his lap. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me up and down on his lap as he continued to stretch me wide open.

I gripped the armrest tightly, my fingers turning white as I lifted myself up and down on his lap, impaling myself on his thick hardness. His broad chest pressed against my back, his hands slowly sliding up my torso to palm my breasts.

He toyed with my peaks, pinching and rolling them between his fingers as I rode him harder, my inner muscles clenching around his shaft. “That's it, baby,” he encouraged, his hot breath washing over my neck. “Ride me just like that.”

The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room as I bounced on his lap, my ass slapping against his thighs with each downward motion. Chris's fingers sank into the flesh of my breasts, kneading the soft mounds as he rocked his hips to meet my thrusts.

One hand continued to worship my breast, while the other slid down my body, seeking out my most sensitive spot. His calloused fingertips strummed over my swollen bud, drawing a loud, keening cry from my lips.

My whimpering moans filled the room as Chris's fingers worked my clit in time with my rides, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my trembling body. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” I chanted, my vision blurring as the edges of my control began to fray.

His long, skilled fingers danced across my sensitive nub, spreading me open even wider as he sought to drive me mad with pleasure. The sensation of his thick digits rubbing against my inner walls and his thumb pressing against my clit was too much for my overwhelmed senses.

“Not yet,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and commanding. “Hold it back for me a little longer.” His fingers continued to play me like an instrument, coaxing more needy whimpers and desperate pleas from my lips.

Leaning forward, he wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me off of him, carrying me the short distance to his desk. He sat me down on the edge and stepped between my legs, pushing back inside me with one long, forceful thrust.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide as he drove in deep, the angle allowing him to reach even higher inside me. Our eyes locked as he began to move, the heat in his gaze scorching me from the inside out. “Look at me, Baby,” he rasped.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his, drowning in the intensity burning there. My nails dug into his shoulders as I held on for dear life, my body coiling tighter and tighter. “I'm so close,” I whimpered, my hips rolling to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts.

Chris pulled me into his chest, our faces pressed together as he continued to pound into me. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. The desk shook beneath us as he fucked me with reckless abandon, his breath hot against my skin.

My hands slid down his back, fingers curling to rake down his back in sharp, stinging lines. Chris hissed, the sound of his breath against my ear sending a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs. “Cum for me,” he rasped, his lips brushing against mine.

As our lips met, my entire body convulsed, orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I jerked my head back, breaking the kiss as a scream of ecstasy tore from my throat. My pussy clenched around Chris's cock, Milking him for all he was worth as my climax seized me completely.

“AHHH!!! OH GOD, OH FUCK, CHRIS!!!” I wailed, my voice echoing through the room as my vision went white. Chris's mouth opened in a silent scream, his face contorting in pure, unadulterated bliss as he emptied himself inside me.

Chris collapsed against me, his sweat-slicked body draping over mine as he struggled to catch his breath. He rested his head in the crook of my neck, his chest heaving against my own as the last tremors of our shared climax rolled through us.

As our bodies began to still, our combined release trickled down my thighs to join the growing puddle on the floor beneath us. Our ragged breaths filled the room, mingling with the soft sounds of our labored pants as we both tried to regain some semblance of control over our bodies.

I could feel Chris slowly softening inside me, his once rigid member gradually losing its firmness as the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking began to fade. He shifted slightly, nuzzling into the sweat-dampened skin of my neck as he fought to steady his breathing.

His lips ghosted over my neck, placing a soft, gentle kiss just behind my ear before he began to trail more of them down the length of my throat. His body was heavy against mine, but I reveled in his weight, relishing the feel of him still deep within me.

“I needed that so much,” Chris murmured against my skin, his voice barely above a whisper. His arms tightened around me, pulling me even closer as his kisses continued to pepper my neck and shoulders.

I let out a content sigh, tilting my head to give him better access. “Me too,” I breathed, my own voice hoarse from our passionate cries. His hands began to roam over my body, caressing my curves with a tenderness that belied the fierce passion we had just shared.

Chris shifted his head slightly, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to mine until they hovered mere millimeters apart. The warmth of his breath mingled with my own, creating an electric tension between us. His eyes glimmered with affection and lingering desire as he gazed into my eyes.

I reached up, threading my fingers through his damp, messy hair as I studied his face. I loved how he always looked a little undone after we fuck, his usual neat appearance replaced by a charmingly rumpled state.

Even disheveled and sated, Chris looked perfect to me. His features were soft with post-coital relaxation, his eyes still shining with warmth and affection. I loved him like this, all rumpled and mine.

Chris couldn't help but smirk slightly as he felt me admiring his post-coital disarray. “Like what you see?” he teased lightly, his voice still husky from exertion.

I couldn't but let out a small, fond laugh at his playful comment. “Always,” I confessed, gently mussing his hair further just to watch it fall endearingly across his forehead.

Chris chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazed up at me adoringly. He lifted a hand to cover mine, still tangled in his hair, and brought it to his lips to press a tender kiss to my palm.

Chris leaned in, closing the remaining distance between us until his lips met mine in a slow, deep kiss. It was different from the heated, urgent kisses we had shared earlier - this one was softer, more languid, a gentle exploration rather than a desperate claiming.

As the kiss gradually ended, Chris rested his forehead against mine, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “We should probably get cleaned up,” he murmured, his voice still low and intimate.

“Turns out the studio wasn’t as soundproof as we thought,” Chris admitted wryly a few days later, as we sat on his couch, my head resting in his lap while he absently toyed with my hair.

I sat up slightly, my brows furrowing with worry as I looked up at him. “What do you mean?” Chris let out a low chuckle and reached into his pocket to pull out a crumpled piece of paper, which he unfolded and handed to me.

I scanned the note, my eyes widening as I read the not-so-subtle complaint. “...disturbing the peace with loud... noises...?” I quoted, my voice trailing off embarrassedly. Chris merely grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“You knew, didn’t you?” I accused, my cheeks flaming as I tossed the paper back at him. He caught it deftly, still smirking. I blushed furiously, burying my face in my hands.

“Chris!” He laughed, pulling my hands away from my face gently. “I knew the studio was supposed to be soundproof,” he admitted, still grinning. “But I had no idea you could be so... vocal.”

I glared at him, trying to maintain my indignation despite the warmth spreading through my chest at his teasing. “Vocal? I’ll have you know, I was being perfectly reasonable in my reaction!” Chris chuckled, setting the paper aside and turning his attention back to me. “Reasonable?”

He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek as he turned my face up to meet his gaze. “Baby, you were practically screaming at the top of your lungs. I think ‘reasonable’ is stretching it a bit.” I rolled my eyes, a small sigh escaping me as I leaned into his touch.

“Mmm, you were just taking it so well,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, sultry register that always made my insides quiver. His face inched closer to mine, his breath warm against my lips. “Like a good girl.”

Chris cupped my face tenderly with one large hand, his thumb caressing my cheekbone as he held me still. Then, ever so slowly, he closed the remaining distance between us until his lips brushed against mine in the gentlest of kisses.

As Chris pulled away, he took my hand and led me over to his desk. “I want to play you something,” he said with a mischievous grin. He sat down on the chair and patted his lap, inviting me to join.

I hesitated briefly before acquiescing, settling myself onto his firm thighs. Chris wrapped one arm around my waist. He pulled up the music production software on his computer and hit play, filling the room with sensual beats and his husky vocals. As I listened closely, my eyes widened in shock.

“Oh my god, Chris!” I squeaked, my cheeks flaming red as I recognized my own voice woven into the song. My breathy moans, my soft gasps, my cries of his name – all of them were sampled throughout the track.

“How did you even mange to capture that?” Chris grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. “When I had you bent over the desk, my phone was right next to you,” he explained, his smirk growing wider. “I recorded a little something while I was inside you.”

Chris leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. “Next time,” he murmured against my mouth, “we should probably try to keep it down, at least a little. Unless you like the idea of me sharing more of your... vocal talents with the world.”

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Colors

A knock on the doorframe of you open door disturbs you from your concentration. You look up to see Lucifer standing there, a concerned expression twisting his lips in a slight frown.

"Something wrong?" you say, breaking the slience.

He crosses his arms. "Nothing serious, but earlier Beel mentioned that you're colorblind. Why didn't you say anything sooner? We could have made better accommodations."

"What are you talking about? I'm not colorblind." You swivel your chain to face him, thoroughly confused. "Why would Beel say that?"

He frowns deeper. "He's certain that you are. If I remember correctly, he said you couldn't differentiate between red and *****. Apparently you tried to eat an unripe Devilberry, which are red when ripe."

You blink. "Sorry, red and what?"

Lucifer repeats the word, and now you're certain it's not one you know. "The fruit naturally starts out that way, then turns red as they ripen. I believe Satan posted a list of foods that are poisonous to humans on the refrigerator, which you must have seen when taking the berries."

"Yeah, I know the list is there. But the berries were red. I wouldn't have taken them if they weren't. The unripe ones are poison." Is he messing with you?

Lucifer shakes his head. "No, red is a very different color. I suppose Beel must have been correct in his assessment."

"What? No, I've taken tests, I have a good eye for color. I don't know what word you said, but that's not a real color." He has to be messing with you.

Before he can respond, Asmo bursts into the room and throws his arms around you. "Oh you poor darling, missing out this whole time! I didn't realize you couldn't appreciate my true beauty!"

You don't have time to formulate a reply as Mammon and Levi both barrel past Lucifer, who stumbles a bit before regaining his balance. Mammon hugs you tightly from behind over the back of your chair, ignoring the awkward angle he has to lean.

Levi sits on you and pokes your face a little too close to your eyes and you swat his hands off. For once, you pushing him back doesn't seem to bother him. "So that's why you suck at Devilcart - you've been playing severely impaired! Don't worry, Henry, I'll adjust the color settings so you can see better next time."

"Back off, clingy! They just discovered their vision is piss poor, can't you see they're distressed?!"

"You're the only one stressing them out, loudmouth," Belphie says, taking a seat at your knees, leaning his head against them. You hadn't even noticed him entering the room.

Beel stands in the doorway next to Lucifer, looking sufficiently apologetic for unleashing his brothers on you while you were trying to study. "I told Satan too, but he went to the royal library to figure out what colors humans are supposed to see. He said humans usually see ***** as red and wanted to double check."

"Well, I still have no idea what word you guys keep saying, but it's not one I know. And yeah, as far as I could tell, those Devilberries were red."

Immediately, all six of them gave you identical pitying looks. This is ridiculous. Three of the four cuddling you immediately chatter over each other, all competing for who was being most empathetic to your newfound inability.

"So this whole time, every time you've been poisoned in potions class, or wherever else due to a misunderstanding of ingredients, it's because humans can't see that part of the light spectrum. Their brains just interpret it as the most convenient color rather than actually processing it as it is," Satan explains, stepping around Beel, nose buried in a leather-bound tome that looked at least four centuries old.

"That was fast. Beel said you just left," you say, deciding to be unbothered by the situation.

Satan nods. "I already knew where the book was; I just had to grab it and come back."

"Wait wait wait - are you saying no human can properly appreciate my beauty? Not even Solomon?" Asmo detangles his arm from you long enough to 'faint'.

"Can you quit yappin' about yourself when MC is having a crisis over here?! They clearly don't need the extra hassle!"

"You're the loud one, Stupidmammon! STFU and back off!"

"Oh, you know, I forgot that other things can see colors humans can't, and vice versa. I guess demons can see a larger portion of the light spectrum?" you reply, completely ignoring the drama trio. "Humans can see from red to purple, nothing further on either side. I think there are colors we recognize as being real when that's not what they should look like, like yellow, but I can't remember more than that."

"I don't know what you mean by that, but this book does mention that humans can see a very limited range of colors. Even shrimps can see more than humans, which is odd, given how inferior the species is," Satan explains.

You've been living in the Devildom for a while now. You're used to the batshit insane shenanigans they get themselves into daily. But for some reason, Satan, one of the most powerful demons in existence, one of the great tempters of mankind and one of the few demons most humans believe in, saying 'shrimps' set you off giggling like a maniac.

"We're not doing this again-" "Oh HELL no, it was terrifying and creepy enough last time-" "Predictable weird humanness-" "They were fine last time-" "Is laughing just how humans cope with stress?"

With a heavy sigh, Lucifer strides over and easily hefts you out of your chair and away from the four leeches like a parent lifts their toddler from a highchair. He sets you down a little distance away from them, giving you space to collect yourself.

The brother disperse not long after that, the novelty of your apparent colorblindness already wearing off.

The next day, however, Asmo drags you with him to the mall, saying he needed your help with an experiment. And that's how Asmo discovered that humans can't see ultraviolet and that most of his favorite colors either look like a basic blue or purple, and that you genuinely think ***** looks good on him (it does just like everything else, but it's so not his color, hun).

[morningsinparis]

You being so popular is a big inconvenience for me, you know.

Astarion turns to you, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something more... cautious. “So, since you know of my… predicament, I was wondering if you might indulge me.”

Your eyebrows raise in anticipation.

He shifts, clearly uncomfortable. “I... well, there’s no easy way to say this, but I need blood.”

You blink, cocking your head to the side. “...Does it have to be mine?”

He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Well, yes, because you’re the only one who knows! I could try to bite the others in their sleep, but something tells me that wouldn’t go well.”

You groan, already dreading where this conversation is heading. “Astarion, I really don’t want to. It seems like it would hurt.”

Another scoff from him. “Don’t be so delicate,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. “It’s not as bad as you think.”

You groan again. “Can’t you just keep feeding on animals like you have been?”

His expression sours slightly. “I would, but they’re not sustaining me properly. I’ve been meaning to ask you for some time, but everyone always seems to demand your damned attention. You being so popular is a big inconvenience for me, you know.”

You shoot him an incredulous look. “Excuse me?”

He waves you off again, placing a hand on his hip. “Look, it’ll only hurt for a moment, and then it’ll be fine. I just want a taste.”

You grimace at him, clearly not thrilled. “Fine, but don’t make a habit of this.”

Astarion smirks, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I certainly won’t, but who’s to say you won’t come back for more?”

Your eyes narrow as you give him a cold smile. “Keep talking like that, and you won’t bite me at all.”

He clears his throat and quickly wipes the smirk from his face, as if to avoid losing his chance. Without another word, you steel yourself and stand there, waiting. Astarion approaches slowly, his hands hovering near your shoulders as he tilts your head to the side. He bites down gently���but not gently enough. The sharp pain is sudden and overwhelming, like two needles stabbing into your neck. You grit your teeth, the discomfort unbearable for a moment.

He feeds for a few moments and then you speak, “That’s enough,” you say, your voice strained as you place your hands on his shoulders to push him back.

Astarion pulls away, blinking rapidly, as if he was lost in the action. “Oh... of course.”

He steps back, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. “That... was amazing,” he says between breaths, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “My mind is finally clear, I feel strong. I feel... happy.”

You press a hand to your neck, wincing as you feel the blood seeping from the puncture wounds. Your head swims, your vision spots for a moment as you try to steady yourself. “Jesus...” you mutter instinctively, momentarily forgetting you’re far from home. Fortunately, Astarion doesn’t seem to notice your odd phrasing.

He adjusts his clothes, regaining his usual composure. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more... filling.”

—The End of All Things on Ao3

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Oh I loved this so much you actually have no idea. Reading this was a rollercoaster of emotions but I enjoyed every minute of it.

What I really love about this story is how every character is so well rounded and portrayed so realistically. Nobody is perfect and yet I can understand why each of them act the way they do and love them no matter how shitty their actions can be.

And please don’t get me started about the plot because that is just magnificent. I am never bored while reading this story. I never commented on the previous chapters, because I found this story quite late (I think it actually was during your hiatus after chapter 9), but it quickly became one of my faves so let me just tell you I read this whole thing in one sitting. I was that HOOKED.

The plot is so interesting and you honestly write so well that I believe you could turn the most basic trope/plot into the most captivating read. I also really love how you show how the characters feel in the most crucial moments - especially with Woo I feel you do such a good job. That boy hides so much of his feelings but they always come through. Gosh I hope he’s gonna be fine. Would write more in detail about all of them because all of them are so well written but this chapter just got me feeling for Woo. I just love him so much and I hate to see him (all of them really!) suffer :(( but actually I love all of them equally it’s impossible not to.

Anyway enough of my nonsensical rambling- thank you for writing such a good chapter and I’m looking forward to the next one (whenever that will be, take your time if you need to I will be waiting) <3.

Not all that Glitters is Gold -> 10

series pairing: (fem) princess!reader x seonghwa x san x wooyoung. eventual polyamory.

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Part Ten: a relic from the past, confession, and dark magic.

series rating: 16+

series genre: action and adventure. romance. angst. fluff. suggestive. fantasy au.

series warnings: character death, blood and violence, weaponry, injury, suggestive content, mxm content, elements of misogyny, language, monsters. (will only be using chapter specific warnings for things not included on this list.)

summary: as a princess fleeing a royal assassination attempt, you have no choice but to put your trust in a band of three thieves in order to reach the kingdom of kuroku alive. however, amongst magic, deceit, and the bounty hunters that are hot on your trail, you realize that you might have stumbled upon a relationship far more complicated than what meets the eye.

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[harvest-of-the-present]

don't you just feel so moved after the littlest interaction with Dionysus

[maeamian]

I understand why that person from the country of Georgia is mad that people aren't getting it right, but also the only part of their post that actually points out it is talking about the country rather than state is the flag that they use, they say "The place I live" which could be either, they talk about the legislature being lethally transphobic which could be either.

I can understand why the particular double name can cause a lot of frustration especially when you're trying to talk about something serious, but sometimes when there's communication problems between you and an audience they are partially your fault.

[pepperpixel]

Hello! I watched your speedpaints on repeat when I was in middle school (like 6 years ago) and sometimes still go back and watch them for the sake of nostalgia and good music. I just wanted to let you know you’ve touched my life and left a print, thank you 🤍

Thank you. So so much. For sending me this??? The me who made all those youtube videos. Doesn’t exist anymore. Life got harder. In so many new and horrible ways. And that like. Spark to create kinda died. And also I had more important shit to worry about all of a sudden. But. Knowing that it left on impact on someone enough to send me a message. Years after I’ve stopped making them tho. Idk.. that means something.. I appreciate you didn’t forget about me! (/my videos lol. I kno u don’t kno me. My vids and art feel a bit like. An extension of me tho? In a way. But I kno that it’s not a 1:1 thing. My art an videos express thoughts ideas and feelings of mine. But they are not. Me. Just lil slivers of me.. Tiny lil portions from specific moments in time.)

Sometimes it feels like those videos were just a flash in the pan. A brief moment of attention and fame I didn’t grab onto hard enough… and now the moments long gone. but. I didn’t rlly want to grab onto it, I just wanted to make fun videos. And show off my music taste lol. And express. The music videos my brain would create in my head into the real world. And then I got too busy w real life kicking my ass. (Ps. life has now stopped kicking my ass!! It’s gotten better. Just. Not the same as it was before) Maybe I’ll get back into it one day. If I have any new ideas. Once I get stable and know what I’m doing. And get like an iPad or something so I don’t have to wrangle w my laptop lol. But yeah!!! Srry.. I’m rambling a lot.. this message just made me emotional ok! I’m being openly vulnerable in turn hopefully that’s not too weird lol. I’m happy my videos had an impact on your life!! That means. A fucking ton. Like. Words cannot properly express the weird happy feeling that gives me in my heart. Thank you so much!! For real!!! Srry for getting all in depth about my life again this message just!!! Struck an introspective chord w me!!!

[hyacinthesiss]

i wish we could just take pictures of our feelings so that i didn’t have to keep explaining everything

[veone]

The social anxiety I have is the reason I speak the way I do on here to other people and never send asks. I have alot of thoughts but in the end I don’t want to annoy people. worst thing in the world is to be annoying according to my brain. Not being mean and hurtful I can’t imagine people doing that not on purpose oddly enough.

[ask-dbd-adawong]

WOAH Followers jumpscare

GOD thank you guys so much for the support that’s been given to me and my blogs over the past few months. I know I haven’t been the most active, unfortunately school has been burning me out, but I want to try coming back over spring break/during the summer. I miss interacting with all the friends I’ve made here and I promise when I come back I’ll try to do an event for reaching 150 followers. With that being said, if you guys have any event ideas or anything you’d wanna see lmk! 🫶

[someominousecho]

The Handler being all like "I am just one cog in a much bigger machine" in season 1 then in season 2 she's fighting so hard to get back to where she was before in the commission. like excuse me you know you're replaceable, you knew this would happen and you even admitted it yourself, let it go

you do not have to ruin someone else's life (Five's) to gain all of that power back. there's no point in it. manipulating people does get you places, but fuck... it really isn't necessary

[finely-tuned-line]

RP:

Log 236

FTL: ...No updates on either of the experiments. I haven't checked. I've been... thinking.

FTL: It's hard to say what I've been thinking about. Everything, I suppose. Echoes of a Paradox... Well, their rant directed at me has thrown everything off-kilter.

FTL: I don't- They're right. They're right. They must be. It all makes sense and yet- It doesn't. Well, it does. But-

FTL: Was I really that blind? Was I really that-

FTL: I can't think. I can't think about anything at all, it's all just going in circles, I need to figure this out, I'm wasting time.

FTL: Why am I wasting time? Why do I rush so much to get back to work, to keep- Because it's my purpose, it's what I do, it's why I exist. Therefore I must do my work.

FTL: I- I'd still be doing my job even if I didn't like it. Right? I mean, surely it's not just my- I have reasoning. I exist because of my purpose, therefore I must fulfill it, therefore I do so. That fact that I like my work doesn't matter all that much. Its doesn't.

FTL: I don't see any flaws in that logic, so how did I end up here? How did I end up hurting my family so much and not seeing it?

FTL: I need to get my thoughts in order. Pause. Don't think.

FTL: Alright, what did Echoes of a Paradox say?

FTL: They said that my mindset, specifically the careless comments, put pressure upon them and the other members of our Local Group to follow that mindset as well, despite the fact that that was not my intention.

FTL: Is this a possibly true thing?

FTL: Yes. Echoes of a Paradox has never lied to me before, they have no reason to do so, no outright falsities were clear within their words.

FTL: Was this intentional on my part?

FTL: No. I'd never willingly hurt any of them. My Local Group is my family, they're the people I'd never hurt. They're only joined by approximately two or three external others. I never did pause to see what the effects of my words were, perhaps because it was inconceivable to me that they could be harmful.

FTL: What else did Echoes of a Paradox say?

FTL: That my mindset of prioritising my purpose above all is unhealthy and pitiful and that I'm only harming myself by not breaking out of it.

FTL: Is this statement unique?

FTL: No. Echoes of a Paradox is not the first to share a similar sentiment and share it with me. The others being primarily LIFEGIVER and somewhat Upsilon.

FTL: Due to this not being an uncommon sentiment, is it a logical one?

FTL: No. No, it is not. Iterators are built to accomplish one or more tasks, disregarding that purpose even a bit renders the Iterator useless.

FTL: ...Do I apply that statement to anyone other than myself?

FTL: No. That belief is one that I hold only myself up to - others, whoever they are, can do whatever they wish to.

FTL: Is it logical to apply the statement to only myself?

FTL: No. I am not the only Iterator, that statement generalises all Iterators, which includes both myself and every other Iterator.

FTL: Why do I apply that belief to only myself?

FTL: ...I do not know. Perhaps it's a sense of only being able to control my own actions, of the fact that I'm the only one who appears to see that fact. If it even is a fact.

FTL: Why does everyone appear to be taking this mindset to be a negative one?

FTL: I do not know. It makes sense, there is no reason to disregard it the way that everyone does. It is a fact, denying it is rather pointless. We're - I'm - machines. Artificial Intelligences. Designed to fulfill tasks at the behest of our creators.

FTL: Why does anything else matter?

FTL: It doesn't make sense. That is the definition of my existence, why should I strive for anything outside of it even if my creators are long-gone? Why do irrelevant things, like relationships, emotions, personalities, anything matter? Why put so much stake on it?

FTL: Echoes of a Paradox says they pity me for thinking this way. I don't know why. I'm, of course, remorseful about the unintentional harm I've caused them, I don't wish to ever hurt them.

FTL: But why? Why, why, why?

FTL: Why do I care?

FTL: Why does it matter?

FTL: The rules of existence are laid out so clear, I follow them, yet why is that-

FTL: I don't understand. I simply don't understand.

FTL: I've had logical explanations laid out before me by LIFEGIVER. They make sense. But they also don't. It's unnecessary. I can accomplish my task well enough without emotions, or anything of the like.

FTL: I exist only because my creators needed someone to fulfill the purpose I was given. That is all I am, and that is all I ever will be. There's no reason to concern myself with anything else.

FTL: Why bother with, or care about anything outside of that? It's unnecessary.

FTL: So why do I do it?

FTL: I do not know. I simply do not know.

FTL: I have nothing to say. I am unable to figure this out on my own, nor do I care to inquire about it.

FTL: All I can truly say is that I regret what I incidentally did to the members of my Local Group, and as much as I wish to properly take Echoes of a Paradox's advice, LIFEGIVER's advice, anyone's advice, I simply cannot.

FTL: Perhaps it's a matter of viewpoints. Perhaps their external viewpoint of myself allows them to realise things I do not. Perhaps I've just been thinking this way for too long.

FTL: It just doesn't make sense.

FTL: As much as I wish I could follow the suggestions given, I can't. Not out of stubbornness, but due to the lack of sensibility.

FTL: I've been fine thus far, have I not? Despite my lack of care about my own safety - and I maintain: for good reason - I am alive now. I am as functional as the day I was given consciousness. Nothing matter beyond that, no?

FTL: I suppose the only thing I really can do is perhaps take LIVEGIVER's advice about how emotions are useful and not burdens. I am quite hesitant about that though, because I do truly doubt it. They're blinding. Irrelevant.

FTL: ...At this point, I am completely unsure what to do. Simply going back to my work seems- ...Feels incorrect. I can't cut down on the time that I spend working - what else would I do? Besides, that's only wasting time.

FTL: It's all I have to do.

FTL: Besides, I cannot simply abandon my experiments, bad things could very easily happen with a half-finished experiment. Such as the one I currently have in progress.

FTL: So, while letting it rot away would be very easy, that would be very counterintuitive. I'd rather not do that.

FTL: In the end, as always, all I can do is go back to my work. As always. Even after something that seems so world-shattering. I've done my contemplation, I've arrived at the same conclusion as I always do - other than the realisation and acknowledgement of the unintentional effects of my actions. Nothing can and will change, really. Beyond perhaps talking with my Local Group more often.

FTL: It's all I can do.

FTL: Back to work.