#Alexa play Careless Whisper

[completeoveranalysis]

[4]

Kohane’s kindness on full display here since she was intending to give it back to Watanuki as a Just In Case, even though like. The Most Useful Time for Watanuki to have that balloon has already passed. And it was excellent as a narrative swerve. 

I think if there’s another Big Moment for Watanuki it will probably take more than luck to keep him around. (But maybe an Egg will help????)

(Also I wonder if that means she knows that Something Is Still Coming Up for Watanuki)

Either way probably more immediately useful for Kohane's mother, who will probably need the good luck in coming back from the depths of where she ended up. It’s almost sad that Kohane never actually considers using it for herself, but on the other hand I suppose her life has already improved drastically from where it once was, so maybe she feels like she doesn’t actually need it. 

But that aside I’m LIVING for the look Doumeki gives Watanuki at the end there. Especially because Self Preservation has NOT been Watanuki’s strong point, ever, and Doumeki is very much dedicated to changing that. He would probably wrap Watanuki entirely in balloons if he could. 

We know what Watanuki means by that but oh that would be setting off alarm bells for Doumeki. Who, as we were just saying, is very much dedicated to trying to keep Watanuki around even though Watanuki is sometimes very invested in doing the opposite. 

It’s a very KuroFai parallel all things considered. 

[zia-the-weirdo]

Haven’t been here for a bit so have Charming Duelist

[a-concert-just-for-me]

TFW when you only have an alto saxophone at your disposal for a quartet arrangement

[nomdepen]

“Your job? Soldier, teacher, and lovemaker? You’ve quite the resume, Benjamin Tallmadge.” Pen giggled, finding it impossible to not joke even in what ought to be a delicate moment. She supposed normal lovers would handle the moment much more seriously. The book hadn’t touched upon behaviors outside of the performative ones, but she didn’t need to perform around Ben. He was perfect, the exact puzzle piece that brought her entire life into focus.

“No, it’s alright. I’m a visual learner, anyway. Though I admit I was rather… surprised at the intricacies of it all. I swiftly realized why you were perhaps not so eager to continue in my mother’s drawing room.”

She looked down at the image he has referred to and a brighter hue of red took residence on her cheeks. On the page was a couple embraced in an intimate way, minds and bodies entangled together. Before she can control it, Pen begins to imagine the two of them in such a way, and she raises a hand to her stomach. Pen didn’t have a name for the flip-flopping in her gut, the roll of dizziness that washes through her nor the heat between her legs. It was foreign, yet familiar and entirely addicting.

When he clears the desk, her pulse quickens to a frequency she hadn’t known possible. She felt like she was falling, a rush of adrenaline washing over her with such intensity that her teeth nearly chattered in excitement. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, but she found that she didn't need to. They had a mind of their own, wandering up his chest, to his neck, and slipping their way into his hair.

She had studied the texts, combed through the words and images as much as one could. She’d imagined this moment before, both in her dreams and in her waking life, but nothing could have possibly prepared her for the way it felt to have him so close. Perhaps she was a fiend, and Ben was the snuff that she fiercely craved. If love made her a fiend, she thought, she must be the most devilish fiend to ever exist.

“Ben,” She muttered his name, hardly recognizing the fervor in her own voice. The feverish way he kissed her was intoxicating, more potent than the strongest spirits known to man. Instinctively, she opened her legs, desperate to allow him to step closer to her, anything to bring him closer. Her hands trembled as she raised her skirts an inch or two, just above her ankles, just enough to ease the tension in the fabric as she made room for him to press closer. And as he did, she began to lose all rationale, allowing herself to be overtaken by the madness. Suddenly, a soft gasp was plucked from her chest when he gently pulled away and she was left reeling.

It felt like someone had slammed her book shut just as she was reaching the good part. As though someone as snuffed the candle as it was reaching it’s hottest point. Breathless, she stared at him, confused and not quite ready to surrender.

“Stop?” Her brows furrowed. The idea of stopping hadn’t once crossed her mind. In truth, no thoughts at all had crossed her mind since she'd stepped foot into his home. Pen had willingly entered unknown territory, and she didn’t want to turn back so soon. “W-why? I do not wish to stop.”

Hungry and impatient, she pulled him closer. If she were of the right state of mind, she might’ve concerned herself with the tightness of which she gripped his shirt or the way her hands explored his torso, desperately trying to memorize the topographical shape of his chest. If she were of the right state of mind, she might’ve been more agreeable to his advice, but as it was, Pen was far from the sanity she knew.

“The book,” She began with a smile, each syllable dripping in desire. “Never mentioned anything about senses.” Dropping her voice to a tempting whisper, she murmured into his ear. “I don’t think it’ll be on the test.”

Yours...

The admission was soft, but held the impact of a yell, and Benjamin drew a breath while gazing back into the vibrant, entreating look in Penelope's wide eyes.

It suddenly felt much, much too warm there in that room, and swallowing low in his throat, he attempted to return moisture to his mouth while collecting his thoughts.

"And...I am yours," he stammered. Watching the embarrassment war across her face, he was quick to tease, "Careful, now. In case you're forgetting, I am a veteran -- I'm accustomed to taking orders. And if you say such things, I very well might obey."

Penelope fidgeted. Her hands had an endearing habit of clasping and wringing about whenever nervous, and in that moment, she seemed to be in rare form. “Amidst my studies, I read that kissing was a good foundation for any lovemaking. That it helps make things easier.”

"That's...usually the case, yes," Benjamin affirmed, clearing his throat. "It will help you relax, and, with any luck, a certain physical response will occur as well, which will make everything much more comfortable for you." He flashed a sheepish smile. "If I do my job right, you won't feel any discomfort at all."

Penelope's embarrassment blossomed. A nervous laugh bubbled within her throat, and she started babbling about positions and diagrams, and this time, it was Benjamin who laughed.

"Oh," he said, fighting back a grin. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I genuinely forgot those were in there... I remember nearly turning apoplectic the first time I saw them. Never in my life -- well...aside from lewd drawings in camp, of course -- had I witnessed such boldfaced talk of debauchery, and with graphic images to reference. And yet, there's a certain beauty in it all too. If intimacy is done with the person you love, there's almost something sacred about the act."

Penelope started fidgeting again. "I wanted to know which ones you might want to do," she blurted.

Her following explanation, though startling, was rather endearing, and despite the glowing flush in his cheeks, Benjamin smiled while shifting his eyes in between her face and the book. "This one," he softly said. Tapping the illustration of a man seated while embracing a woman, his lover soundly within his lap and riding him, his pulse quickened once he met Penelope's gaze. "I can assure you, Pen -- any of these would be pleasurable to me, so long as they're with you -- but this position, at the very least, would afford you the most comfort and control. I want that for you."

Unbidden, a burst of untamed heat flared up beneath his shirt collar, and biting into his cheek, he realized he could no longer think properly, that he could barely even draw air into his lungs, and the yearning speared throughout him in boundless waves.

"You once told me that I'm hands-on," Benjamin murmured, his voice sounding low and disembodied to his own ears. "I think...I-I think I could be amenable..."

He shuddered, feeling drunk as Penelope's hand in his shirt seemed to tug him closer. And then his mouth was suddenly on hers, fierce and enthusiastic in its intensity, and Benjamin forgot how to breathe. Clumsily clearing a space for them upon his desk, he scattered his papers and upset an inkwell, paying it little mind as he swung her toward the surface and hungrily attacked her mouth with his, their tongues glossing and his hands eagerly pushing and pulling as he struggled to get closer.

Breaking the kiss to trail his lips toward Penelope's neck, he smeared his mouth across her skin in eager abandon, a groan rumbling in his chest once a sunny, inexplicable warmth pulsed through his veins. The headiness of her lips coupled with their light, yet feverish touches caused a wave of arousal to flood through him, and ignoring the sudden ache in his breeches, Benjamin raised his head again, breathless.

“I’m so sorry, I…I don’t…” know why I did that. Mortified, he stood there with his hands perched against the desk, breathing hard and meeting with Penelope's dusky gaze.

“We should stop,” he whispered, punctuating each word with a sensual grind of their hips. “I…I can stop, if…i-if you want…?”

No, we definitely should stop.

Dropping his forehead against her shoulder, Benjamin shuddered and swallowed. "Pen," he murmured, "I think I've completely lost my senses..."

[callilouv]

hehe-ing back into your inbox again hiiii

vyn's hands curving smoothly along your face. fingertips brushing over your cheekbones and gliding down to your jaw as he takes in that adorable expression on your face. his thumb is pushing gently into the plush of your lips, his mouth his slightly parted. as much as he tries to make it seem like he's fully in control, like he's unaffected by you and your reactions, his patience wears thin. he aches to kiss you, you know. because perhaps he gets a little bit jealous, seeing you with others. perhaps a small part of him wants to make you his.

hehe ^.^

ANON J LVOE YOSU O MUC H

[vacanpathy]

td

answered / ic. starters / ic. open  / ic. headcanons / ooc. meta / ooc.

musings / she held the charm to her face and reflected in the charm was a city of lost horizons and tall and towering stories. ch. study / who in the world am I? ah, that's the great puzzle. face / the automaton. likes / too selfish to ever be a good person. aesthetic /  your head will collapse but there’s nothing in it.

raunchy / alexa play careless whisper.

fears / memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.

mannerisms / she moves like she has something to hide.

ship inspo / who doesn’t wanna date me? wardrobe / i have a blue house with a blue window. blue is the color of all that i wear.

[tmsource]

blue bird countdown -`♡´- ↳ [81/100] days of Jane and Lisbon

#alexa play careless whisper

[i-know-you-know-we-know-lee-know]

Skz maknae line react to you falling asleep on them

This is pt 2 of the falling asleep on them reaction because I've let it marinate in my head for a few days and decided its time to be productive again😌

Tumblr deleted half of this draft so i had to rewrite it😭

Sorry this is shorter than the hyung line;-; i kinda took all the good ideas for that one

Warnings: Bad grammar, mild cursing, alexa makes an appearance, Minsung is mentioned, hot coco

Hyung line

Han

*cracks knuckles*

I know everybody says he's shy-

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?

poor boy is flustered constantly

He would probably just be laying around doing nothing

Like me

And you would be 🥐pRoDuCtIvE✨

Realises i used a croissant instead of a sparkle

*insert surprised pikachu face*

Anyways

Doing chores, working, living, etc.

Ya know, hard things

Is what you would be doing

But say you didn't get much sleep the night before

So there's basically a zombie casually doing things around the house

When you come over and sit on his lap

Boi is sweating

Profusely

He's worried that he'll wake you up if he breathes too much

So he just kinda sits there all stiff

Untill you snore

And he's like

👁👄👁

Oh

Your asleep

And THEN he cuddles you

Because at this point he's decided that if you wake up he's just going to cuddle you right back to sleep

He would turn the TV volume down if he was watching something so he wouldn't wake you up

...

WHO WANTS A JISUNG TO CUDDLE THEM BACK TO SLEEP?

Stays: *raise their hands in unison*

He would play with your hair

You cant tell me he wouldnt

If you wake up he probably wouldn't even notice😭

He would just be staring off into space playing with your hair

Oh

He's also squishy

👌

Felix

Sunshine boi right here

Lets make that literal

And by literal i mean he's hot

Temperature wise i mean he's warm

😃

Anyways~

Its winter

And the two of you are taking a romp through the aesthetic snowy forest

But you know how walking through snow is exhausting

And your overheating in your snowgear

And the sun is blinding

*remembers winter is my favorite season*

Yeah...

So when you get back home your basically running on the thought of sleep

And the house is warm

And Felix is warm

*melts*

When you sit on his lap you do just that and fall asleep as soon as your comfortable

He would wrap you in a blanket like a lil burrito🥺

If you wake up he makes hot chocolate for you

But when he comes back with it he scares the shit out of you

Because you were already falling back asleep

Once you finish your drink you go back to sleeping

He would probably fall asleep too😭👌

Seungmin

*inhales*

He claims he hates it

But if you try to not sleep on his lap and hes near you

 (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑) 

#offended

Will literally drag you on to his lap

Lets say you just came home from a long trip without him

But when you came home he wasn't there

So you fell asleep waiting for him

And when he does come home he sees you

Takes a second to admire you

And pulls you on to his lap

You wake up and just

?

Oh its you

And fall right back asleep

He holds your waist

Or just puts his arms around your waist and holds you

When you wake up he just looks at you

You think he's about to kiss you

But he just kinda stares at you

You know the way Minho stares at Han?

Yeah

Hes looking at you like that

...

ALEXA PLAY CARELESS WHISPER

*𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓯𝔂*

Seungmin has been bias wrecking too hard recently😌 im weakening

*exhales*

Jeongin

Shy

But not stiff shy like Han

More like...

Squishy? Shy

Like ✨bread✨🍞

Idk

You had a really long day at school with a bunch of tests and basically slept through half of them

When you get home you B-line for him

And just climb into his lap without saying anything

He doesn't really know what to do with his hands

So he just wraps his arms around you

And hopes he's doing the right thing

If you wrap your arms around him he will freeze

And then kinda just relax into your arms

🥺

Baby bread

Would close his eyes and pull you closer

When you wake up you think he's sleeping

But he's just trying to make you stay asleep

EAGHSPWHEFUHCHEFT

Sorry just combusted rq

🇼‌🇭‌🇾‌ 🇭‌🇪‌ 🇸‌🇴‌ 🇨‌🇺‌🇹‌🇪‌

*my friends at my funeral*

Cause of death: Yang Jeongin

[lovelykil]

Follow up question can u do kyle hcs like old times they can be a mix of sfw and nsfw if u would like (I love all ur sp one hot there so ADSHDJ btw)

—headcanons—

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; random sfw & nsfw hcs

cw; nsfw

note; old times? I guess I haven't written for bro in a while... 😣 ⤵

nsfw—

I headcanon him a whiney bitch so

he's a whiner 🤗

he tucks his face into your neck, as you hear those pussy throbbing whines. Feeling his growth stretch out your pussy soo good, he can't get enough you take him in so well.

loves when you wrap your legs around him when he fucks you, like you really wanna risk this? lmao

breeding kink

wink wink wink

the thought of getting you pregnant with his kids gets him all hot and bothered, he can't help but want to spread his seed deep inside you.

the absolute risk is so euphoric for himm

just one more thrust, he can see the end.. slamming into you as he can hear those wet noises from above and your desperate pleas for him to cum inside you.

you wanna feel his gooey warm love fluid fill your insides, his hot breath on your neck, and his addictive moans near your ear.

ohh he's soo cute when he whines ( ´∀`)

whines as you suck him off, tasting his sweet cock with the tip of your tounge soon taking him in with your mouth.

his eyes half lided, mouth open slightly agape just enough for him to let out strings of his pretty whines.

makes you feral

and you make sure you slurp him dry.

cause he's so pretty

loves when you pull his hair when he's eating you out or ruining you with his dick. Makes his dick throb a little more.

I see him a little subby ngl, him just begging you to let his hips buckle up so he can finally fuck your dripping cunt.

but you don't listen and sit on him, with his twitching cock inside as you slowly move your hips around. he wants to move so bad but you'll surely won't let him cum inside you if he did so , he suffers as he sucks in his lip.

panting heavy.

the atmosphere is heavy and the air thick, if this goes on for much longer he'll loose it.

mmmh dominant maybe as well

honestly he's a switch tbh

he calls you a good girl, and tells you how you're so good for him as you take him in so well, your pussy throbs by his sweet words getting you to moan for him.

he smiles, leaning down toward your face and connecting his lips with yours. He's so sweet with the kiss, just slowly fucking you with his hard cock.

with his tongue tangling with yours, pulling away moments later to grace his thumb against your sore lips with care.

sfw—

kyle is a sweetheart

best boyfriend out of the 4, I do not careee

cares about you deeply, you're his first ever relationship that hasn't gone down in flames 🤩

yet..

jk please don't leave him, he will be so sad

all he has ever wanted was to care for his girlfriend , make sure she's well and alright not for them to leave 😭 !!

he's a hot head so if you two get into fights they are very.. loud.

he apologizes after for yelling though, brings you into a hug and asks if you just wanna watch funny cat/ dog videos on youtube

he's so serious 😛

also very tall, you love looking up at him and he adores you looking up just to talk to him.

likes rubbing your knuckles softly with his thumb as he holds your hand

sweater kind of guy

blushes alot, he's pale...

braid that thick red hair of his and he's so inlove

alexa play careless whisper

his smiles are SOO cute like genuinely

why this boy such a cutie patootie

likes to ramble about stuff to you sometimes, he messes with a pencil or anything as you just admire him, nodding slowly like you were paying attention

gives the NASTIEST side eyes LMAO

grows insecure sometimes so your reassurance means alot to him

his hugs are also the best, tender and sweet !!!!!!

[gorgonwrites]

bound to you, part 4

diluc x fem!reader

wc: 3, 155

author's note: alexa, play Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token

cw: 18+, MDNI!!! fem!reader, reader is an artist, oral (fem receiving), fingering, overstim, dacryphilia, body worship, edging, angst MAYBE if you squint, arranged marriage, tooth rotting sweetness bc diluc is a soft man and just wants to love you right

“And then I use orange here against the blue,” you made a quick swipe with your paintbrush, “See how it creates a highlight? The two colors contrast in such a way that it immediately brings your attention to this focal point.” your husband leans over your shoulder to look at the area of the canvas you were finishing. He had declined to paint with you, but he did insist on remaining in your presence for the rest of the afternoon. At first you weren’t sure you could tolerate his audience, but as time passed you both relaxed as he watched your brush dance across the canvas. 

“When did you start painting?” Diluc was directly behind you, bent over so he was speaking directly into your ear. Being so close to him sent a bolt of electricity through you, and you had to steady yourself for a moment before answering him.

“When I was small. I think I was 7 when my father bought me my first set of paints.” Remembering the day you received them made you smile. You had painted the most atrocious version of a cryo slime anyone had ever seen and paraded it around your home for days afterwards, convinced that it was the greatest thing to ever grace your family member’s eyes. 

“I was a little overconfident back then, but I was humbled quickly.” you laughed, “My parents sent me to painting classes and my teacher was ruthless. The first time she told me my skills were worthless, I cried for days.” 

Diluc frowned at the thought. If anyone but him dared to bring tears to your eyes- his thoughts came to a halt. Anyone but him. You were still talking but he didn’t hear a single word, too focused on imagining tears spilling down your face with your lips wrapped around his cock. Fuck. He could feel the growing bulge in his pants, and he was in no position to readjust himself. 

“Y/n, I just remembered I have something that needs taking care of-” he began to retreat, trying to escape to the privacy of his own chambers. Your arm shot out quickly and silenced him before he could finish speaking. You reached up and cupped his cheek with your palm, holding his gaze. Diluc slowly reached up and covered your hand with his own, his bulging cock completely forgotten. 

“Are you unwell?” you asked quietly, surprised by the courage suddenly coursing through your veins. You brushed your thumb across your husband’s bottom lip, his eyes widening in response. 

“I am very well, I assure you.” he breathed. Your hands were so warm on his skin. “I have one more thing regarding the winery that requires my attention. Once you’re finished here, have Addy help you bring your things inside.” You began to pout. “This is the last thing I have to do for the next few weeks, I promise.” 

“Words mean very little to me, Diluc. How do you intend to comfort your lonely wife?” His response was a wicked smile, and he took your hand from his cheek only to hold it gently in both of his own. 

“I think you’ll find I can be very comforting if given the chance, angel.” a pang shot through your heart. He continued, “Your hands are warm today.”

“I- I haven’t used my vision to cool myself since you’ve kept me company this afternoon.” You gasped as he brought your hand to his lips, brushing them over each of your fingers. He then looked at you with a stern expression on his face. 

“Don’t do that anymore. I mean it.” Diluc wanted to know all of you, and you continuing to hide  a core part of yourself every time you were in his presence was beginning to weigh on him. 

“But the other day my hands were too cold and you withdrew from me, I was being careless, I-” you were speaking rapidly, barely louder than a whisper. You stopped suddenly when he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. 

“I didn’t withdraw because your hands were cold. I withdrew because it was the first time you reached out to me and I was surprised.” He looked up at you and smiled again. “You think too much, has anyone ever told you that?” It was true that Diluc didn’t like the cold. He didn’t enjoy when snow covered the rolling hills of Mondstadt, he didn’t like cold drinks on a hot day, and he didn’t like even thinking about joining his staff as they jumped into the cold rivers that flowed down from Dragonspine. But he could deny you nothing, and if that meant overcoming this small hurdle, so be it. Your fingers suddenly felt icy in his hand, and goosebumps broke out across his skin. 

“Maybe this will be the first time I decide to do as you ask for a change.” you giggled mischievously, and Diluc rolled his eyes. You were also a brat he was learning, but he’d never say that out loud. 

You were finished for the day shortly after your husband left you. You were reeling from your exchange with him, and your arousal was almost tangible as you gathered your things. Adelinde came out to greet you, and helped you carry everything back to the manor. The two of you were in the library adjusting your painting above the mantle before you finally spoke. 

“How long has Diluc been calling you Addy?” you were curious. He’d never referred to Adelinde by the nickname in front of you before, and you found it incredibly endearing.

“So he finally let that one slip, did he?” Adelinde laughed, “He’s been saying that since the day I arrived at the manor. He was still very young, and I don’t think he could quite manage my full name at the time. Addy has stuck ever since.” The thought made you snicker. Of course he would adopt his own name for her rather than ever admitting that there was a time when he was incapable of pronouncing her name. You both continued to adjust and readjust the painting, careful not to smear any of the drying paint. 

“He worries about you, you know.” Adelinde said absently as she worked with you to finally move the canvas in place. “You’re all he has.” You looked at her, confused. 

“I didn’t think I did that much to cause him to fret over me.” Yes, you liked to push what you could and could not do, mostly because you hated the feeling of being caged like a bird. His requests were always simple things- don’t venture off of the winery grounds when he was away, no housework, no fieldwork, and no going out after the sun set each evening. 

“The young master has grown up in a difficult world, my Lady. Forgive him for being a cautious man.” you knew nothing of what Adelinde referred to. Your curiosity was eating at you though, and you wanted more information on your ever elusive husband.

“What do you mean?” 

Adelinde just sighed in response, shaking her head. If you really want to know, you have to go ask him yourself. You huffed out a breath in response, and instead turned your attention to the painting freshly mounted over the mantle. Courage, you thought to yourself. I just need ten seconds of courage. 

You paced back and forth at the foot of your bed, unable to make up your mind. You had bathed and now wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and hide from the thoughts whirling in your mind. After your interaction with Diluc earlier, your arousal had continued to grow throughout the evening and it was now almost unbearable. More than that, your curiosity was starting to spill over about your husband’s life before you married him. You needed to know every detail he was willing to share. You’d been walking around your room for ages, and the moon was high in the sky. He probably wasn’t even awake. 

I’ll go to his door, knock, and if he doesn’t answer I’ll come back and pretend it never happened. It took several times of you repeating the thought in your head before you were finally convinced to venture out into the hall. You slowly and carefully made your way through the dark to Diluc’s door, your breathing starting to quicken. You lifted your hand and lightly knocked, half hoping that it was too quiet for him to hear. After a few moments you began to turn away, relieved. Your chest tightened when you heard the lock on Diluc’s door click, and light from his room spilled into the hallway. You froze in place, immediately regretting your decision to come see him. 

You could tell from the wild expression on his face that he wasn’t expecting to see you. He was shirtless, and his hair cascaded over his shoulders. There was a hint of a flush on his chest, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he had been doing before he opened the door. Heat began to gather between your thighs at the thought.

“Y/n? Are you well?” He looked worried, pushing his hair out of his face. Grabbing your hand, he gently pulled you into his room and shut the door behind you. Your eyes raked over every inch of your husband, quickly forgetting your bubbling curiosity from earlier. 

“Very well,” you rasped. Courage, you reminded yourself. You closed the gap between your bodies, placing your hands on his bare chest. You could feel his body tense under your touch. Craning your neck, you leaned into him to whisper into his ear. “I came to remind my husband that he left his wife lonely and wanting this afternoon.” 

His hands were on you instantly. He firmly held the small of your back, pressing you closer to him. He took your chin in his other hand, forcing you to look up to him and hold his gaze. His breathing was shaky, and his eyes searched your face for any signs that you wanted him to let you go. After a few moments he was satisfied, and he spoke. 

“And what would my wife have me do to correct such a transgression?” his eyes had a feral look you had never seen before. You snaked your arms around his neck and grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back to give you access to his neck. He whined as you planted several soft kisses there before you finally answered his question. 

“Ruin me.”

Before you knew what was happening, Diluc grabbed your hips and threw you over his shoulder. Without a word he turned and quickly made his way across his chambers, tossing you onto his bed. He lifted your nightdress off of you easily, exposing your naked body to the cool night air. You reached out for him, craving his touch. He stood between your legs where you sat on the edge of his bed, and held your face in his hands. His breathing was increasingly labored, and you could feel yourself start to shake from excitement. Your face was so close to his. After what felt like an eternity, he leaned down and took your lips in a crushing kiss. 

He kissed you like he was starving. His hands continued to wander, familiarizing himself with your body inch by inch. You bit his bottom lip, making him groan.

“Do that again and see what it gets you.” You most certainly would have, but he didn’t give you the chance. He quickly moved to your neck, biting and licking his way down to your chest. You leaned back, letting your husband explore your body. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, lightly grazing his teeth over it as he rolled your other nipple between his fingers. You brought a hand up to your mouth, trying to hide the moans spilling from your lips. His hand shot up and grabbed your wrist before intertwining his fingers with yours, bringing your hand away from your face. 

“I want to hear you, angel. You can’t hide from me anymore.” He continued teasing your nipples, and slowly made his way down until he was between your thighs. He spread your legs wide, pushing your knees towards your chest. You whined, feeling hopelessly exposed with your husband's mouth inches from your pussy. Kissing your inner thighs, he began to suck and bite lightly, leaving marks that only he would ever see. 

“Tell me you want me.” Diluc’s voice was demanding. You hoisted yourself onto your elbows so you could look at him. He had completely halted his actions, waiting for your response. You fell back, covering your eyes with your hands. You were suddenly feeling shy and your voice died in the back of your throat. Your husband moved upwards slightly, reaching for your face. You peeked through your fingers at him and he took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. He kissed each of your fingers and then your palm before turning it over to plant a final kiss just above your knuckles.

“Tell me you want me, angel. Tell me how to love you- I’ll give you anything. Everything. I’ll give you all of me.” you felt tears pricking at your eyes as his words started to overwhelm you. 

“Gods, I want you Diluc, please-” you started to cry, “Take what is yours and make me come!” As soon as the words left your lips, his mouth was on your pussy. You were impossibly wet and your juices coated his tongue. He pushed your knees back to your chest again, giving him greater access to your core. He licked a long stripe from your pussy to your clit, and taking it between his lips he began to suck gently, flicking his tongue as he did. 

“Fuck!” you sobbed as he continued his relentless attacks on your now puffy and swollen clit. You could feel yourself close to your release, reaching down and grabbing Diluc’s hair, pushing him further into you. Just as you were about to fall over the edge, he stopped. 

“Not yet, angel.” He kissed your thighs and then began to make his way back up to your neck. You whined in frustration, infuriatingly close to coming undone. He peppered your chest and neck with kisses before meeting your lips again. Tasting yourself on his tongue felt wicked. You quickly pulled away, trying to push him back down between your legs. He resisted, and when you huffed in response, he grinned ear to ear.

“You’re a cruel man, Master Diluc.” you crossed your arms, trying desperately to seem angrier than you actually were. 

“Not cruel enough, it seems.” he growled in your ear, and suddenly plunged two fingers into your pussy. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, arching your back from the pleasure. You gripped his biceps and did everything you could not to scream. He slowed his fingers for a moment to let you catch your breath. 

“Like this?” he asked, moving his fingers in and out of your pussy messily, “Or like this?” he stilled his fingers, curling them up into the spongy spot inside of you. You choked as he began to stroke your clit with his thumb, and you could feel a familiar sensation building inside of you. 

“Like that, oh- please, Diluc!” you threw your arms around his neck as he pleasured you, finding his lips as fresh tears started to fall down your cheeks. 

“Give it to me, angel. Let go.” you felt a coil snap in your core and your vision went white, screaming your husband's name as you came on his fingers. He didn’t let up, and you began to writhe under him from the overstimulation. He was a greedy man, and he wanted everything from you. You felt the coil quickly tighten again and just as you came down from your first high, you fell apart for a second time, squirting all over Diluc’s hand. His movements slowed finally, and he gently pulled his fingers out of you. He brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean of your essence, not wasting a single drop. You were completely out of breath, still holding onto your husband tightly. You were both sweaty, and he loosened your grip so he could sit up and pull you into his lap. You realized he was still clothed from the waist down, and wanting to return the favor you reached for his pants trying to remove them. He stopped you, and when you began to pout he couldn’t help but laugh. He got up and walked into the bathroom to begin drawing a hot bath for you. 

He walked back to the bed where you were still pouting, mumbling things he couldn’t quite make out. He leaned down, his hands on either side of your hips as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. You reached up and began running your fingers through his long hair, and your mumbling quieted as you began to pepper the top of his head with soft kisses. Steadying himself, he kissed your collarbone and then looked up at you. 

“That’s enough for tonight, angel. Let me clean you up.” He helped you to your feet, but your legs were too wobbly to walk after two back to back orgasms. You begrudgingly let him carry you to your bath, and afterwards you carefully put your nightdress back on. You found him sitting by his window, an open book on his chest as he began to doze. You lightly brushed your fingers across his cheek, earning you another smile. 

“Would you like to stay with me tonight?” he asked quietly, without opening his eyes. When you didn’t answer immediately, he frowned and peeked at you in  hopes of catching your expression. You had your hands on your hips, and let out an exasperated sigh. You sat on his lap and put your elbows on his chest, resting your chin in your hands. 

“Master Diluc asking his wife to stay overnight with him in his chamber? Hell must have frozen over!” you tried to sound sarcastic, but your giggling gave you away. Diluc quickly wrapped you in his arms and bombarded you with kisses, making you laugh even more as you tried to escape his grasp. 

“If Hell is frozen over,” he continued his relentless attack, “it was most definitely your doing.” He stilled and shuddered when you placed a cold hand on the back of his neck. You smiled, satisfied.

“Yes, I want to stay with you tonight. If you’ll have me.” Diluc suddenly stood up, bringing you with him. Holding you close, he kissed your forehead and laughed in response.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to let you leave.” 

[missmichellets]

Omg huge surprise

If someone could help me program my Alexa to play "Careless Whisper" whenever this phrase is uttered, I'm gonna have some hilarious Tinder dates

[awesomefringey]

seriously Harry and Louis had the strangest way of standing to whisper

They licked the words into each other’s mouths.

Alexa play „Careless Whisper“ in the -Harry has a tattoo about it- version. Because they were so careless and now I'm crying.

[rawbones]

alexa play careless whisper

[freesia-writes]

SO UHHHH

Do we have a canon explanation of how the clone armor pieces fit together (and come apart)... say for example if a fanfic writer were describing in drool-worthy detail the process of a clone taking off his armor... hypothetically...

I see the diagrams and all that, but I just assume the arm and leg parts are slipped on and off, and connect to the chest piece, which is pulled over the head, and same with the lil clonederwear part being pulled down and off like pants... But just wanted to make sure I'm on the right path...

[the Howzer fic is getting particularly rich today]

[Alexa, play Careless Whisper by George Michael]

[thatonesillyducko]

Beth : Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Hesh: It was autocorrect.

Beth : Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Hesh: Yes.

🌚

things are getting frisky

Alexa, play Careless Whisper

[awakefor48hours]

Awakening!Adrien: That's depressing. Alexa, play Careless Whisper