#a drowned body wants to be lovey dovey

[voids-colourful-creations]

A couple of stills from my 999 Akane redraw of "A Drowned Body Wants to be Lovey-Dovey"! I should be posting the full pv tomorrow for the last day of 999 week, provided i can actually export all of the dang text correctly.

[didlivio]

a drowned body want to be lovey dovey

[vocalyrics]

A Drowned Body Wants To Be Lovey-Dovey - Translyrics

I couldn't stop choking when weakness, clogged up my throat that was moistened by fantasies.

Those days of peace that ate away at me, I have completely filled up with thoughts of you.

Inside of a box that's full of mud, I was always waiting for you to come and rescue me.

I just continued on tracing the outlines, of that mirage using my hand that has been painted blue. Even so,

In a night as cold as the deepest ocean,

The gems of bubbles floating in the rubble

Left behind both my fingers and emotions,

And rushed to you, leaving me alone to rot.

I wanna

Change who I am, fall apart and then

Fall so deeply in love once again!

Recreating the best thing, that feeling,

Wait a second, hey, what is happening!?

Totally, completely, everlastingly

You'll become one with this drowned me.

Liking, loving, passion, even fate,

All things in which I once had had faith;

But I still wound up dead anyway.

I drowned out any sound of weakness, in this throat with its vocal cords now long gone.

This is what the tragic love affair became. This is everything that's left of you and me.

Inside of a box that's full of mud, I kept hearing your voice echoing on and on.

All of it has always been inside my head. All of it has always been fantasy.

Incurable, a couple,

I'm dispensable, forgettable.

Insatiable, unspeakable,

More dead than alive, on I struggle.

“Why not try, to survive, just focus on getting by?”

Shut it, I don't want your dumb, naive advice!

Alright then!

“Gradually, your heart will get filthy,

And your future ruined!”, really?

It's a disgrace, a lie so clear as day,

Fragile feelings will only float away.

Totally, completely, everlastingly,

I'm begging and waiting impatiently.

Try to strike, meet a pitch black demise.

I love you!

It's a sign! There will be no “next time”,

I'll go to war to get back what's mine!

Once I said “wait here 'til I return”,

Relation, purification, innovation!

Change who I am, drown in the sea and then

I need you, I'll get you, just like I dreamt!

Huh? What? Ah, so it's that kind of thing,

Warmth, heartbeat, feelings, I feel nothing,

So it was all a misunderstanding, huh?

But I still wound up dead anyway, huh!

[ratpawz]

after a month of work this mv is finally done! i hope you all enjoy!

[kiwisandpearls]

a drowned body wants to be lovey-dovey

[turtlespancakeart]

a drowned body wants to be lovey-dovey ★

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

thinking abt this megumi animatic again ……

[utaitemusic]

(10 seconds beginning silence due to copyright!)

水死体は恋したい / covered by 藍月なくる

[tarpitbell]

October 12, Sunday (morning).

Hello!

This is my revamped intro post!

This sideblog was made by @sotogalmo for venting purposes, but this will also just be more exploring who I am, finding some terms that might fit and such, along with things I'm uncomfortable with posting on my main (ranfren mainly, but also with some Hetalia posts).

Almost a lot of my posts would be me wondering about my identity (therian, otherhearted, copinglink, etc for example)

Please refer to me, if you were to ever talk to me— as.. anything befitting for me. I don't mind as I will accommodate to that role for you (but don't use living language to refer to me. I am a being, but not fully alive; a dream, if that makes sense)

^ if this doesn't work out or make sense, use she/him/he/her on me.

I might even think I have other mental illnesses. But I'll make sure of that with my therapist (I most definitely have some sort of derealization/depersonalization of sorts, I heavily might have BPD, depression of a weird kind, etc. but I'm settling for the fact that I'm just a weird girl)

I separate a lot of my feelings to be their own characters. And then those characters would be then influenced by other characters. And then they just become different parts of me. That's why I use their names and such (most notable is Kel from OMORI)

I've been recently venting about a server I've been in; if anyone of them sees this, it's not their fault but mine for becoming.. what I would think is, obsessed.

I heavily relate to winged cats, Maine coon cats, dogs?, bleeding heart doves, Garrett Schmidt, Satoru Tsukada, sensations of robotic, Satan from Obey Me, Itzusumi from Dungeon Meshi, Luka ALNST, maids, and dreams. Sometimes I will say "me" when you refer to a character (canon character or your own oc it's only because I heavily relate to them and they have shaped me as a being). I might relate to characters you hate (Alnst Luka is one of them I believe).

A warning: I am emotionally apathetic, I am used to many gross and scary things, I am forgetful. But I am also obsessive and generally unpleasant to be around.

[reestallized]

my brain said "the rei song ever"

[ailius-suffers-through-art]

whoops I've been dead... anyways

Professor Layton content in this day and age??!?!?!

Perhaps a new animatic is on the horizon. If i can motivate myself to make it....

[sturniholo]

casual - matt sturniolo

in which things between you and matt get complicated

warning: some suggestive mentions

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Complicated. The only word that could be used to describe your relationship with Matt. One minute it was lovey-dovey between the two of you, the next minute it was just having sex with him in his car.

You were currently in his bed, naked underneath his blankets. He was lying next to you, passed out, snores leaving his mouth. It was another one of those nights. He had called you over to hang out for the night, which ended with him on top of you, moaning your name.

You couldn’t complain though. Sex with Matt was great, it always was. He knew exactly how to take care of you, which spots to hit to make you go crazy. But after you both reached your orgasm, you couldn’t help but want more. Not another round, but more from him.

You had always seen Matt as a great guy. He was cute, quiet, and the most gentle guy you’ve ever met. In a way, this whole thing felt wrong to you. Just using each other for sex, even though there was a little more than that.

He had introduced you to all of his friends and even some of his family. During that moment, you felt like things could be progressing. He would eventually ask you to be his girlfriend, but you were wrong. Those things meant nothing.

You even went on a vacation with his family. They owned a vacation home in the Cape Cod area, which they stayed in frequently. They went up there for a long weekend and invited you. Safe to say, it was the most fun you’ve had in a long time.

However, nothing had changed. You were still just fuck buddies, nothing more. You had even managed to sneak a quickie in before dinner. He had you pressed against the bathroom sink, fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans.

No one questioned the dynamic between you two. They just thought you were talking or in the early stages of becoming a couple. But that wasn’t the case.

You rolled over, pulling the blanket tighter to your body. You stared off into space, trying to drown out your thoughts so you could go to sleep.

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Your fingers twisted in Matt’s dark locks, pushing his face further into your cunt. He had you sprawled out in the back seat, his head between your thighs. His eyes occasionally glanced up at you, taking in the sight of you fucked out above him.

As his tongue continued to dance around your clit, you couldn’t help but think. How did every time you hung out end up like this? You let out a deep sigh, causing Matt to pull away from you. “What the fuck was that?” he asked as he wiped his mouth.

You sat up. “What?”

“You sigh as if I’m not giving you the best head you’ve ever received,” he said with a chuckle. You reached for your shorts, sliding them up your legs. You attempted to climb to the front seat, but a pair of hands around your waist stopped you. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You look away from Matt, letting your hands fall in your lap. “What are we doing?” you ask with a chuckle. You look over to him. He has a confused look on his face, his eyebrows wrinkled. “This isn’t just two people fucking. There has to be something there.”

Matt goes silent. He was not expecting those words to come out of your mouth. “Y/n…” he trails off.

“Save me the bullshit that’s about to come out of your mouth. This isn’t just casual, Matt.” Another sigh escapes your mouth as you run your fingers through your hair. “I mean, I know most of your family, hell, I even went on a vacation with them. And we can’t go two days without fucking each other.” He looks away from you and stares out the window. “Just last week I was at your house. I even left my favorite bra on your floor. And now,” you start, “you're eating me out like your life depends on it.” You let out a soft laugh.

He still doesn’t say anything, which makes you scoff. “Look, it’s just a complicated situation, alright? Neither one of us agreed to anything more than this.” You can feel your heart break at his words.

“Matt…” you whisper. “I can’t do this. Please, just drive me home.” He looks over at you and nods, making you get out of the backseat. The two of you are back in the front, sitting in silence as he drives you home.

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For the past few days, you’ve been lying in bed, letting your thoughts consume you. It’s been about a week since you last talked to Matt. He hasn’t bothered to reach out, so you didn’t feel the need to.

Your phone buzzed, pulling you out of your thoughts. You picked it up, glancing at the screen.

matt 👩‍❤️‍👨

come over. please.

i need to see you.

y/n

im not coming over just to fuck

find someone else

matt 👩‍❤️‍👨

thats not what it is

y/n please

y/n

be over in 5

You let out a sigh as you get up from your bed. You grab a hoodie that’s lying on your floor, not caring how long it’s been there, and pull it over your head. You grab your slippers and head out the door.

As you knock on the front door, you can’t help but feel nauseous. Like you shouldn’t be there. Before those feelings sink in anymore, Matt opens the door. He wears an expression that you’re unable to read.

“Thanks for coming. I just needed to see you.” You follow him into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table. He stands across from you, letting out a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he looks at you, his nerves running rampant, “and I’m sorry.”

“Well, I appreciate the apology,” you say with a weak smile.

“That’s not all. I guess throughout our relationship, I’ve found that I have developed feelings for you.” Your expression softens as he speaks. “That’s why it was easy for the casual sex to happen. Deep down, I knew I wanted more, I guess I was just afraid.”

You stand up and walk over to him. Your arms wrap around his neck, your eyes staring into his. His hands find your waist, firmly holding onto it. “So, I guess what I’m trying to say is I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

Your heart bursts as he asks the question. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for since you first hung out with him. “Of course.” He smiles at you as he leans in, connecting your lips. You feel the same spark that you always felt when you kissed, it was just ten times stronger this time.

He pulls away before the kiss can get too hungry. “I still have your bra, by the way, the one you were complaining about.” You laugh at his words before leaning in once more, pressing a kiss to your boyfriend’s lips.

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a/n: this is based off the song casual by chappell roan, which is incredible btw !!!

[icejjfishesz]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 ❞ 𓄼˚ ▍ K.M.

❛ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆             ━━  insomnia often plagued kate and she swears you’re the remedy. ❜

❛ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁                ━━  reader is lowk me coded!! sorry!!! ❜

❛ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁         ━━  625 ❜

❛ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲      ━━  this is supa shortttt ❜  

YOU COULD STILL VAGUELY FEEL HER LIPS attached to the crease of your neck even posterior to her detaching them from your smooth flesh. her chest pressed against your back, a movie neither of you are really watching playing in the background. you’re two lovebirds wrapped in each other's warmth, her pelvis against your butt as she pulls you even closer. kate’s curious fingertips managed to case their way underneath your sweatshirt to rest over your abdomen –– toasty hands over your cold skin. sometimes, you could forget how tactile kate could be: she could never keep her hands off of you.

“you look so pretty today.” every syllable earnest and for you. the familiar scratch in her voice met your ears and it settled a warmth across your skin. also familiar. kind of like the feeling of her hands on your hips or breath against your face when she stares into your enamored eyes. you feel yourself crawling away from the feeling she forces you into –– that lovey dovey, allconsuming feeling. eyes screwing shut before their focus lands on the television again. your heart pounds in your chest like it’s trying to escape to meet her half way so you swallow it down and prepare your lips for a snarky remark. so i didn’t look pretty yesterday? 

“don’t even say it –– you know you look pretty every day.” she reminds you yet again of how well she knows you. instead of just two bodies, you are two sets of hands and harmonious, parallel minds. you chuckle, the sound eliciting her to bare her teeth to you in an enraptured manor. “thank you for coming…”

you breathe out a gentle laugh, pad of your index tracing over her knuckles. “turn over…”

she obeys, albeit reluctantly. your hands meet both her cheeks, feeling how they grow warm underneath your devoted stare.  “i’ll be there anytime you need me, kate. even if you just want me to tuck you in.” 

“okay that’s not what i asked.” her words provoke laughter to escape the aperture of your lips, leaving a benevolent smile in it’s place once the laughter subsides. “and i actually need you here. cause you’re the cure.” 

“the cure?” tender and inquisitive hands knead in her blonde locks, trailing within them and savoring the softness against the pads of your fingertips. her eyes flutter shut, drowning in the waves of her own personal heaven you craft for her with just your touch. 

“yeahhhh.” she elongates, austerely shrugging as if what she’s saying makes perfect sense, as if you truly could be the remedy for all her problems –– including her insomnia. “i can sleep when you’re here.”

you don’t argue, instead, opting to humor her. “so somehow me bein’ here will put you to sleep?”

“mhm…” she continues her ministrations, kissing at your neck again with ardent lips. “you always put me right to sleep.”

“that sounds…vaguely sexual.” 

“shut up.”

you laugh again, reaching for the forlorn blanket at the edge of the bed, no doubt tossed there as a result of her frustration from not being able to succumb to slumber on her own. you could hear it in her voice when she called you; undeniable vexation. 

“i love you.” her voice is barely audible, enervation spreading across her all over. kate licks her lips, barely able to awake long enough to hear you say it back. her languid eyelids slowly rise and fall, letting you know that she’s falling asleep. her arm, slipped underneath you in order to keep you in lovely proximity, will surely be numb tomorrow. she pushes her face into your chest, she’ll never let you go. you don’t mind, nuzzling against the apex of her head. 

“i love you too. goodnight, kate.”

[fillinforlater]

Ive’s Liz has a surprising lack of m reader nsfw content/smut on here,, would you consider writing something about her? -💙M

Perfection, We Find

Male Reader x Kim Jiwon

Length: 2257 words

Tags: first time, loving sex, body issues, healthy relationship (yes, those exist in my smuts), clit play, fingering, focus on female orgasm, lovey dovey language, slow penetration, making out, girlfriend!Liz

TW: none (yeah, okay, it's a smut, duuuuh)

Inspiration: Liz pretty, thank you @dive-mdcw for reminding me

Credit: @capslocked for proof-reading. Thank you!

(A/N: Something more lovey-dovey for the softies among us >.<)

“Only if you take responsibility.”

This response, a faint whisper from her lips right onto yours, is more than odd. You are used to Liz saying things randomly, out of pocket, a bit weird, but this one actually frightens you a little. It’s the answer to a question you have only asked three times throughout the entirety of your relationship. 

“Can we have sex?”

You wanted to be careful to word it properly, but the heat of the moment got to you. Your hands were around her waist, nose deep in her alluring scent, the envy of all roses in the world, while she put her full, red lips on your cheek. It was great, but what really pushed you over the edge was one of her hands tugging at your hair and her breath turning to a tiny moan. 

Now she is barely touching you; the only thing you can feel are her eyes piercing you, turning you to a glass panel or at least trying to. She is serious, more serious than the other two times when she rejected your advances and the two of you ended up only kissing and cuddling. 

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, voice very low, almost drowned out by the TV in the background.

“I just want my boyfriend to know that I trust him, but I also want to make sure,” Liz answers, then puts her mouth on your jaw, kissing all the way to right below your lips which form a smile.

“Of course I’ll make sure that it doesn’t slip off.”

Suddenly, Liz takes a long step back. Her eyes show confusion, annoyance that she was not able to look right through you. Her arms fold right underneath her heaving, full chest. You can see her desire, her passion for you, for this moment and what is to come, but it’s overshadowed by what seems like a crucial misunderstanding.

“By ‘it’ you mean a condom?” Liz asks, her voice a bit snippy. “I’m not going to lose my virginity to some piece of rubber. I want your real… thing.”

Swallowing this is hard. God, you would lie if you said you didn’t want to have raw, passionate sex with your girlfriend, but it’s just too dangerous. You’re too young to be parents, too financially unstable, too scared of all the responsibilities that come with it. For Liz to have such a reckless request, you struggle to agree to it.

Yet you still nod, you still say ‘okay’ and throw all caution into the wind. It makes Liz smile and blush.

“Stay here, I’ll call you,” she says and disappears into her bedroom. She leaves you hard, incredibly horny, longing for release to forget everything for a moment. Your girlfriend has some weird views. She is not religious, so her outright rejection to the most logical, basic protection cannot be explained by this. 

As you are stuck in trying to find the reason for Liz’s behavior, you hear all kinds of sounds coming out of her room. Closets opening and closing, clothing flying through the air, groans, an electric razor, more groans, then a sudden hiss—there is more, but you have no clue what they might be about. 

“I’m ready~”

Liz has never sounded so lewd. You’ve never opened a door faster. 

Liz has never looked so lewd. She stands before you, nothing but red lingerie on her fully shaven body. A hand twirling her wavy hair, a tongue peeking through her bright crimson lips, a tiny wink—she is taking all the steps to look absolutely irresistible. Suddenly, she turns around, slightly bends over and slowly spreads her smooth ass cheeks. The thin piece of red cotton disappears in between them and you groan like a mindless gooner.

Liz then spins back around, still leaning forward, showing her cleavage and then showing off more by grabbing both her breasts and pressing them together. They look huge, like soft pillows to squeeze forever. That’s when you notice something. It’s all off, a masquerade, a play if you want to go that far. There are tiny scars on Liz’s body, from shaving to quickly. There are rose petals, the biggest cliches ever, spread on her bed. There is padding in her bra to make her perfect, already big boobs seem huge. 

Liz is playing a character.

“Liz,” you sigh and wrap your arms around her. “Stop it. This isn’t like these videos, the books, the movies.”

“No,” she quietly interjects. “This is our first time—I couldn’t live with this not being special, not being perfect—”

“That’s not what this is about,” you coo and press her head onto your chest. “This is about us loving each other and showing it. You look insanely hot right now, but you’d also look hot without padding in your bra or—”

“You saw that!?” 

Liz tries to free herself out of your embrace, her face hidden behind flustered hands, but you don’t let her go, instead trying to find her gaze through slightly parted, trembling fingers. Her eyes show uncertainty, embarrassment, the hint of tears you cannot allow to run down her gorgeous face. 

“I love you, Liz. Don’t think you are not enough or that this has to be flawless. Let’s just enjoy this, okay?”

“O-okay.”

It’s as if she added ‘kiss me and quickly forget this’ afterwards by lunging her mouth onto yours and dominating the kiss with such intensity, you actually forget what might have become a speech about self-worth and porn and—what? The train of your thought has been derailed by Liz’s tongue exploring your mouth fast, lovingly and it all comes crashing down onto her mattress. 

“C-can you touch me?” Liz asks shyly, fixated on you. You join her blush.

“S-sure, just tell me how you like it.”

Liz’s fingers wrap around your wrist and she quickly pulls you in between her legs, the sensitive spot covered by red lace. This coverage is rendered useless as she shoves your hand right on her lips, both thick and a hint of wetness on them. Not enough, but you’re here to change this. 

“Right there,” she moans when you find the tiny nub, stiff in arousal, its sensitivity ever increasing every time you brush it. Soft curses leave Liz’s lips, the back of her head sinks deeper into the sheets, her hold on your wrist grows tighter—

This is equally thrilling to you. She trusts you, wants your hands all over her body, shame not holding her back anymore. It’s strange, but you grow more certain in her love—more than any crush that got you two together—the wetter her panties get. Crimson lingerie turns to the color of wine, and Liz is drunk on your hand, pressing it down a bit harder.

Liz groans your name, her free hand reaching for your body, tugging at your shirt. You get closer to her face, place sudden, tender kisses on her cheeks without ever closing your eyes. The sight of your girl squirming and grinding in desperate need of your hands' attention is driving you mad. Your own desire is barely containable, you only hold back by, paradoxically, increasing Liz’s stimulation and thereby your own. 

“Ouh,” Liz groans, her grip leaving your wrist, “It feels so~ good, I can’t.” 

Her voice fades into a whisper, then a moan. Actually, all there is is moans; you have involuntarily joined your girlfriend to create a symphony that has to lead to her orgasm. Wet nectar gently brushes along your fingers as Liz grinds herself to a longer and longer climax on your palm. Soon, your hand will smell of her and you won’t have it any other way. 

“I love you, I love you,” you hum as you nibble on her adorable earlobe. Liz’s breath is heavy.

“I—I, me too. I l-love you too.”

“You’re perfect.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Oh, am I?” you say teasingly and without warning slip two of your fingers into Liz. She arches her back and digs the nails of her fingers into your biceps. “Well, if you think so.”

“Wait.” She stops you from getting up from the bed. “We still didn’t do the thing.”

“What thing? Having sex?”

“Yes.”

“Oh Liz.” You laugh and sit down next to her, juice stained fingers rubbing her flawless thighs. “You have a very narrow view of sex. Wasn’t this very intense?”

“Yeah, but—”

“But,” you parrot her and peck her lips for a mere second. “You still want me inside of you. You want to be full. Only then you might accept your perfection.”

Liz plays with the hem of her panties, trying really hard to ignore your lips that are right there, a breath away from hers. She can try all she wants, her eyes betray her and in an irrationally quick sequence of events, clothes fly off. Your pants and underwear find solace in between rose petals, while Liz’s drenched panties still dangle around her right ankle. 

“What about the rest?” Liz asks just as you're about to get in position.

“W-well you’re still wearing your bra as well!” you fight back, louder than you wanted to. That’s a sore spot, but instead of sticking her fingers into it, Liz leans towards you and kisses your neck.

“I love you.”

Her voice is so smooth, so beautiful, so loving. No other woman could ever compare to her in any aspects, but you know that is just you. However, when it comes to her voice, you truly believe it is the greatest thing ever heard. God and Mother Nature must have teamed up and through some incredible way of forgiveness, you’re the one hearing it say

I love you.

“You’re also perfect,” she adds. “Even without a six pack.”

“I—I… thank you, Liz.”

“Now take me~”

You roll a condom on your throbbing erection and watch as Liz sinks into the sheets delicately, like a rose petal falling onto the surface of a lake, dazzling in the scorching summer sun. A thumb to spread her labia, then you start to push into her with care and love and even more care when she winces. 

“It’s alright,” you tell her. “Am I too fast?”

“T-too big, maybe.”

“Y-you’re just saying that.”

“I-I’m not.” Her stare speaks volumes, her knuckles turning white as she grabs the sheets as well. “Be gentle, please.”

“Of course, I’m sorry.”

Glide out of her walls. You thought you were careful, but the actual depth of your penetration was deeper than you wanted. Liz isn’t the only one who can still learn a lot when it comes to sex. Most importantly, you have to make her relax, take things easy and not painfully cramp around you.

Kisses on her calves, kisses on her thighs, kisses right under her navel—your fingers try similar soothing motions across her entire body. Liz’s skin becomes your shrine to praise her body, her entire being. Carefully you paint circles that make her moan, blow kisses that evoke laughter and lastly, you grab her covered breasts and she gasps.

No tension, just love and arousal. The young woman relaxes and feels you entering once more. This time you look at her closely, study her reaction. The way her jaw drops, loosely hanging as she breathes; then suddenly a nod. You push further, reach deep into her. She bites her lips.

“I love you,” Liz hums.

“I love you too.”

“I think you can move now.”

Your hips react in an instant. They have developed a mind of their own and were patiently waiting for her to say it. You hold them back through bloody tears, but fighting the pleasure coming from Liz’s hot and pulsating walls is a mission impossible. Grit your teeth when suddenly she seizes control of your hands. Fingers entangled as if they were in a prayer she pulls them above her head and your lips instinctually fall on hers.

At the same time you lose. The war against your hips was short, they are already mindlessly rutting back and forth dragging you out of her tight cavern and back in. Liz moans into the kiss, her eyes tightly shut. Curses upon you for opening your eyes at this moment, but she looks absolutely gorgeous. Every wrinkle on her forehead, every hair sticking to her skin, every shudder from her arms—

I’m sorry, I need to fill you.

You thrust faster, deep into Liz’s pussy, her juice your lubricant. Naturally you go faster the more comes out, so you begin to rub her clit, an age-old trick (and by ‘age-old’ you mean ten minutes ago) that works wonders on her. Liz’s moans turn to screams, her voluptuous thighs begin to tremble and the rest of her body is just a beautiful puddle of sweat.

“I-I, it feels so go—”

“Me too, Liz, I might just—”

“Don’t hold back! We’re s-safe, just…”

With all your trust in the condom, you wipe out your brain and blow the load of your life into it. The stimulation becomes too much to bear, your pistoning stops, What does not stop however is the way you rub Liz clit. Faster and faster, until she gushes and cums around your still inserted cock. Her voice is almost hoarse from her loud moans. 

In a final surge of strength you push yourself up just to fall next to Liz. Both of you are out of breath, all senses overstimulated to the point only happiness matters. Happiness and—

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[cyberluvzu]

Does Ben have a favorite part of Y/N's body, yes or no, I mean he probably likes all parts but does he have a favorite? And how would he act if he wanted cuddles all the time? (Even when Y/N is busy doing some work or something similar) 🤍

That's it, sorry for wasting your time, and have a great day!! <3

LOVEEE THIS IDEA, BABE!!!!! Also I'm sorry for taking a billion years to respond 😭🙏.

Ben drowned x reader

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-If you ever ask Ben what his favorite body part of yours is, he'll joke around and say your ass

-If you want a serious answer, he'll give you the classic "I love all of you, I can't pick"

-But if you pay attention to him, you'll figure out which part is his favorite, and you'll do it FAST

-Ben thinks he's SOOO nonchalant with his touches, squeezes, and those lingering looks he gives you

-He's really not though

-If you pay close attention to him, you'll absolutely notice the way he glances at you for a bit too long, or how he'll squish you in a certain spot, more than any other

-But what is that spot?

-Your face, specifically your lips and cheeks

-He'll talk a big game and flirt with you, sexual comments and jokes (If you're comfortable, of course)

-But he's a big softie

-He's all cute and stuff, of course he likes you in any way, but he really likes being all lovey-dovey and innocent

-Always squishing your cheeks, when given the chance

-Likes to run his thumb along them

-He does that with your lips too

-Loves to cup your face when making out or cuddling

-Adores how your cheeks look when you smile

-He thinks it's so cute

-Expect lots of kisses on your lips and cheeks

-Now for the cuddling part

-He's a pretty touchy person in general, so obviously he's gonna like cuddles

-But what happens when you're busy?

- "Babe, I'm busy with work"

-" I WANT ATTENTION NOW :("

-He does NOTTTT care bro

-If you're sitting at a desk doing work he'll creep up from behind and hug you

-Will absolutely bother you while you try to work

-Not in the cute way

-In the "I'm gonna make you sick of me and give me what I want" way

-Will bother you until you can't focus

-When you give in he's so so happy

-It's like a little game to him

-Cuddles you like there's no tomorrow

-He goes on about how being in bed with him is so much better than doing work

-He's like that little voice that tells you to go on your phone instead of doing work

-If you absolutely need to get the work done and tell him to stop it, in a serious way, he'll stop

-Not without being a big baby about it

-He'll still bug you, but just a bit calmer

-Asking you when you'll be done, how much work you have left, when you can cuddle

-Tries to stick around you, takes his Nintendo switch and plays video games next to you

-When you're finally done with work he's so happy

-It's like a reward for him

-He was SOOO patient and finally gets to cuddle his partner

-Jokingly tells you about how waiting for so long was way harder than what you were doing

-In both cases he will absolutely try to get you to work from the bed, so he can cuddle you while you work

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HELLO CHAT🔥 I love writing for Ben sm it's genuinely so much fun for me. I've just been hella busy so I can't post much, but I'll see what I can do for y'all!

M'KAY BYEEE MWAHHHH :3

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Touches and Kisses

Richter Belmont x f! reader (SMUT)

⚠︎ MINORS DNI ⚠︎

Summary: Richter makes love to you for the first time, showing how much he adores you. The two of you become very lovey dovey to each other while lovemaking.

An annoyed Maria shooed you both off, telling the two of you to get a bloody room. So Richter, your charming man, grabbed hold of your wrist and took you to his bedroom. You giggled innocently. Tera shakes her head while washing off the dishes as she secretly chuckles with a smile. 

You cracked an endearing laugh, watching Richter lock his damn door so nobody comes in. He then joyfully tackles you to bed, tickling your neck with his sweet kisses. “Heavens, Richter! You can be such a boy sometimes!” you bubbled, your cuteness driving him crazy. Laughing so adorably. He continues to peck your neck, “You forget that I’m a man now, (Y/n)! You’re so bloody adorable, my sweet dove. It makes me happy seeing you smile. I love to hear you laugh like that” 

This action caught him off surprised when you cupped his face and spoke in a very quiet, soft voice “Well then, Belmont…Why don’t you take off those clothes of yours and perhaps you would like to hear something…very harmonic?” 

Now this made Richter all embarrassed but he smiled warmly anyway, “Only if you’re ready, (Y/n).” You gave him a reassuring little nod. So Richter takes all of his clothes off, you turned very red as you watched him. 

He helped you with taking off your corset, untying the knots. Gentle kisses pressed to your shoulder as he does it. Richter slides down the top part of your dress while you’re on his bed, kissing you wildly. He began to play with your breasts, moans coming from you were like wonderful music to him. He planted his two fingers in the opening of your g-spot, circling around. “Oh, Richter…” more stimulating noises escaped your lips, drowning into his touch.

Holy Heavens, he’s actually very good at this.

“Allow me to show you much I fucking love you, my sweet dove.” Richter’s sexy voice had your heart racing to a rhythm. He kisses down between your breasts, making it straight down to your very wet spot. 

Richter hooked his hands onto your thighs, devouring your sweet juiciness. His tongue swirling inside your fanny. 

“Fuck…mmm…Ah!” your hands gripped the back of his head, holy sounds bouncing across the room. Your entire body felt electrified, being flooded by the feelings that you never truly felt before.

Finally, it was Richter’s turn to be eaten like a dessert. He spread out his legs confidently, motioning you to put your mouth onto that cock of his. You licked it first in a slow motion, making it towards the tip. The moment begins to heat up in such a sensation when you hold his cock with one hand, opening your mouth onto it. Your head swifting up and down, savoring the taste of him. 

“Ahhh, (Y/n)….you're very fucking good at this…mmmm…holy fuck…” Richter crooned, his erotic moans sending you off to heaven. The two of you were filled with so much joy, this is what you both wanted to do for a long time. This is the chance where you two passionate lovebirds get to cherish the moment. 

You laid down on your back, breathing out heavily with sweat. Richter inserted his sweet dripped cock into your cunt, your insides twisting. “Ahhh! Oh fuck…mmm…please fuck me, Richter! Please fuck me good!” You pleaded, moaning loud like a naughty kitten. Cries of joy crawling onto your face. 

“Oh how I fucking love you begging for it, my sweet dove..” Richter murmured as he pressed a quick soft kiss to your lips, starting with a slow thrust and then speeds it up afterwards. You moved your hands onto his back, digging your nails into it while you felt your wobbly body melted gracefully, into a spiral of lust and ecstasy.  Your sweet sounds of harmony drove Richter very wild, like a madman but in a good way. 

Richter sped up a bit more. His whole sweating body rocking onto yours, reaching for the final climax. “Oh baby! I’m going to cum!” feeling the little amount of hot, pure milk dripping out of your anus.

“Cum for me, my love!” Richter shouted in excitement, “Fucking cum already!” 

He gave a good smack to one of your buttcheeks. The tone of his cocky voice led you to making more pleasurable moans, as you entered your goal. You cummed, tensing up as you squirted out that nice, warm liquid across the silk. Richter slowly dragged out his cock from your sweet spot, wanting to lie down next to you. 

“Are you alright, my love?” Richter caresses your reddened left cheek. You smiled at your silly man, giving a light kiss to the side of his forehead, “More than alright, Richter. That felt absolutely bloody amazing. I…I never felt this much…joy in my life…ever.” you placed your hand onto Richter’s bare chest, your head falling onto his shoulder. 

“I’m the same, love. I will never forget this special moment we had together..” Says Richter in a soft, loving tone, hooking his arm under so you can lean on it, “I love you so fucking much, (Y/n).” 

“Love you too, Richter.”

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As the starlit night falls graciously, you and Richter had a wash together, getting rid of that smell of sex. That way Maria doesn’t complain about it during dinner. Tera, however, seems to know what you and Richter were up to. 

At the night of dinner, Richter made his little adopted sister very irritated and uncomfortable when he began to flirt with you mischievously. Tera couldn’t help but laugh. Maria gave a little kick towards Richter’s leg underneath. 

“Hey!” Richter gave her a small frown as Maria stuck her tongue out, blowing a raspberry. You covered your lips and laughed. “Alright, you three, eat your food before it gets cold.” Tera commanded them. 

You cleared your throat, continuing to put food in your mouth. Annoying Maria once more, Richter gave a slow swift kiss towards your cheek that caused you to jump a little. Maria stabbed her fork into her meat annoyingly and scowled, “Really?! Right in front of me, you wanker?!” 

Richter died laughing, you rolled your eyes at his intolerable behavior but secretly smirked while facing away. Tera shakes her head with a small disappointing smile. 

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Richter nuzzled up to you close in his bed, watching you sleep peacefully. He lifts his hand to caress your head in a gentle motion. He loves when you sleep by his side, it eases him. 

You are his greatest gift of all and he will never let anyone have you.

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(A/n) - I'm so sorry for rushing this! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Still not very good at writing smuts these days. However I actually kinda enjoyed writing this. I was listening to Collide by Justin Skye (Solo version) while writing this, kept making up fake scenarios with Richter for some reason.. (づ_ど). I hope to write more of my hubby in the future, probably not a smut one since I'm shite at it.

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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