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im over this cooking acc i really AM that's why i said stop following me BUT THIS. THIS. THISSV THISSSSSSS. AAAHH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.
into my flesh
toji x fem reader
!! smut fic - minors dni; hinted age gap; mentioned jealousy; praise and degradation kink; petnames; squirting; brief cervix sex; breeding kink; passing out post-sex; mentioned aftercare; toji’s big dick galore // 2.4k words
: have my horny thoughts strung to form a somewhat coherent fic; i hope u guys would like it <33; title of the fic is from flesh - simon curtis
there is something in the way you make toji jealous that unleashes the ever-pooling desire he has for you.
wearing that red silk dress that he bought for you on your birthday, pulling him in with the curl of your lips, but never allowing him to venture close. you sidestep away from his touch whenever he tries to hook his arm around your waist, your lips pursed like toji isn’t worth your minute.
toji's glower grows and his frown deepens but he gets it.
he knows this game. he knows that you're just trying to set his veins ablaze because oh how you love it when his lips are pulled back in a snarl and his hips are punching in their thrust and his hands find their purchase around your neck. oh how you love his growled words pressed on the rise of your breasts, promises of filth rippling along your damp skin, before full lips circle around your hardened nipple. oh how you love it when toji is ruthless with his love — animalistic and jagged and overarching.
toji knows how this game goes so he slinks back into the shadows and watches you. he watches the way you hover around this boy — because what else could he be if not a boy whose lips twitch in their attempt to keep your attention, his fingers fiddling with the loose dress shirt hanging off of him, all because he could not handle your magnificence — and titter at his jokes, your eyelashes batting purposefully delicate, enticing him in a way that no other could. your hair frames your face devilishly: the cut of your jaw is sharp, your cheekbones are defined, and your eyes are half-lidded.
toji is feet away from you but even his throat goes parched. he can’t blame the kid for swooning even if toji wants nothing more but to pull you away from those coveting eyes.
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toji’s smile is cruel as he taps the head of his cock on your twitching cunt. you whimper a choked moan, your eyes fluttering shut as the tears continue to spill. your lashes are sticking together and you are sure your “waterproof” eyeliner is all but retained, but fuck.
fuck.
your chest heaves as you gaze back into toji’s eyes, sharp hues of green looking at you with such reverence like you’re so precious even when utterly debauched. like toji loves you like this: heady and desperate and mewling. and he does. you know he does. but there is something so good at the reminder of how your presence pushes toji past his built walls, ushering his scarred palms to feel you.
he is so beautiful like this: impatient and hungry for you.
(toji has always been beautiful but in way that was not apparent in your exes — satoru with his twinkling eyes that crinkle every time he laughs; kento with his quiet drawl as he whispers your name; mei with her sloping curves and her pianist fingers ghosting their touch along your spine. no. toji is not delicate like them; even in his softness, toji has always been different and stark against your history of picnic dates and lavender kisses.
because toji, with his maps of scars and speckles of grey hair peppering the sea of black and crooked grin and aged hands and deep baritone, was not fortunate enough to afford to grow in his gentleness. he had to learn it himself — crafting fragility from his weaponry of agony and anger, all for you. all because of you. because he saw you and realized he loved you and promised, then, that he would bear kindness from his ruined hands.)
“hey,” toji’s voice is gruff as he calls out to you, pulling you from your swimming thoughts. “y’still there, baby?”
you blink back at him, glossed eyes focusing on his face.
oh how cruel of you to think about other people when toji, the man whom you love with all that you are, has you pinned down on his bed, mounting you with his bigger body. fuck, the reminder of how easy it was for toji to press your legs parallel to your chest has you breathing heavily, your pussy clenching at nothing. a quiet huff escapes your kiss-swollen lips, your eyes almost going crossed when toji slides his cock along your soaked folds again.
“yes,” you finally hum. “please, fuck me.” your empty hands slide down his chest, running your fingertips past his nipples and down to where he has a fist around his heavy and thick and full cock. your tongue juts out to swipe at your lips, feeling utterly hungry all of a sudden.
“impatient,” toji tuts. “after almost dozing on me an’ everything.”
your cheeks burn, your lips pouting. you murmur unintelligibly, not really refuting his words but not admitting to them either.
“shh,” toji whispers at seeing you flustered. he cups your cheeks, sliding his thumb just below your eyes. “was just joking, sweetheart.”
your lips part open for a response, one that dashes from the tip of your tongue at the feeling of toji’s cock slowly pushing in your pussy. you keen, your back arching off the bed.
god, you feel so full. and even then, with your quiet whimpers and curling toes, toji’s still not all the way in. your eyes flutter at every steady slide, panting at the feeling of being so stretched out. you don’t even hear yourself keening, so focused in the way toji’s cock breaches your walls like this is the first time all over again.
toji’s so gentle even when you can hear his heaving breaths, his fingers — the free hand that he has that’s holding onto your hip — dimpling your skin where the thin line of sweat builds up because of the heat simmering from toji’s palm. you peer up at him through clumped lashes, gasping quietly at the look you see on his face.
toji’s brows curl the way you know he’s barely suppressing himself from punching in his thrusts. his lips — scarred and plump and beautiful — are pulled in a snarl, and you shiver at the intensity of his eyes when he pulls them up from where you two are connected to meet your own.
he growls, the sound so animalistic it reverberates within the space between you two, sending goosebumps rising across the expanse of your skin.
“shit, baby,” toji groans, full-stopping and bracing himself with his hands on either side of your head. a sort of giddy and disbelief fills the bubble in your stomach — toji isn’t even fully in yet. “you’re so good, might just cum like this.”
he shallowly pulls out, you moan, your tears building up again, before he’s thrusting back in and breaching further in you. “just gon’ feel your cunt warm my cock like this, have you looking like the doll you are, an’ i’ll be gone.”
he sweeps your damp hair away from your face.
“you heard what i said, baby?” toji asks like you weren’t hanging onto his every word like they are gospel, pulling his cock back out, the slide is torturously slow, and only stopping when all that’s left in you is the head of his weeping cock. “you could milk me dry with just a bat of your eyes.”
you giggle, punching his chest playfully. “shut up and fuck me already!” you whine. toji winks at you in response and you roll your eyes with a fond smile, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
“mm, whatever my princess wants.” then toji thrusts all the way in.
you wail, feeling his cock hit something nestled deep in you, but you couldn’t even think for a second and figure out what it was because toji’s pulling out, not letting you get used to the full stretch of his cock, and fucking into you just as fast, his pelvis grinding against yours.
toji doesn’t stop, his hips unrelenting as they piston fast and hard and deep. you squeal, your fingers digging into the duvet, fisting them tightly as dizzying pleasure overwhelms you. toji’s head bows, the muscles of his back rippling as he does so, and bites on the juncture between your neck and shoulder.
“toji!” you cry, voice almost breaking into a sob, at the sharp pain on your neck mingling with the overdrive of pleasure erupting across your veins.
toji hums, his voice muffled in your skin. when he pulls back, he folds himself before you, pressing his weight on the back of your thighs.
“god, baby,” toji groans. “so wet around me.” he humps his hips forward as he says this, as though urging you to feel the sloppy mess running down the sides of your thighs. you choke, your eyes rolling back. toji does it again, his face finding its spot on the crook of your neck as he fucks you, his hips rolling every time he’s pressed close, and you hiccup at every new angle he hits.
there’s a weight inside you every time toji fucks in. it feels foreign but not unwanted; overwhelming and sensitive. when toji bucks in, you realize what it is that he’s hitting.
you squeal, crying as you scream, almost like the knowledge alone of toji pressing his cock in your deepest part brought about a new feeling of pleasure.
toji laughs, his voice ripping through your echoes of shaky sobs. “you feel it, baby?” he lifts his face to meet your eyes. “oh, yeah you do.” his voice crinkles like he is amused.
“deep!” you cry, trembling, your mind unable to string any more coherent sentences.
toji hums. “feel me kissing your cervix? if i press in like this,” he pauses to press his pelvis flushed close to yours, his eyes furrowing and his grin growing sharp when he feels you squeeze around him, your tight walls spasming around the thick curve of his cock. you let out a long hiss, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of being utterly stuffed.
“see, sweetheart?” toji continues, his voice low and guttural. “your womb is practically opening up for my cock.” you hiccup at his words, your cheeks warming up at the slur of his voice. the imagery makes your moans wobble, and toji laughs when he feels your pussy twitch around him again.
“oh darling,” he croons. “you love it when i talk to you about your hungry cunt? wanna hear the way it’s clinging so greedily around my cock? oh, yeah you do. you love being reminded how desperate of a slut you turn to.”
you sob, your voice breaking into breathy ah-ah-ahs. toji shakes his head, fully endeared even when you are splayed out before him — your skin glistening with sweat; your hair sticking to your forehead; your pussy stretched and wet and dripping as it clings around toji’s thick cock.
toji hums, delighted, before straightening back again. his cock slides out, its head leaving the depths of your walls — your cervix, you are reminded when toji rocks back in again as if testing how deep he’s claimed you — and you watch, even with muddled mind and blurry eyes, as toji holds onto the meat of your thighs.
it all happens so quickly. you saw toji’s mirage, a god-incarnate before you, and the next thing you know, he’s fucking you hard and fast, his mind focused on nothing but making you cum. you can hear yourself screaming, your throat burning alongside the pleasure erupting from your pussy. your blunt fingernails are digging into toji’s shoulders, and it is all you can do to reel yourself in from the numbing pleasure as toji pistons his hips, his pace picking up, going faster, faster, faster–!
“shit, baby!” he crows as the first spray of your squirt hits his pelvis. “yes!” toji hisses. “c’mon, sweetheart, keep squirtin’ on me.”
your eyes roll back and your ears are ringing, but you do just as he said: you squirt with every push of his cock, the rivulets between your thighs dripping to stain the sheets.
it takes toji four unrelenting thrusts before his hard pistoning peters into pathetic humps, his own orgasm building rapidly. “‘m gon’ breed this pussy,” toji murmurs, so pussy-drunk that his words turn into accented slurs. “‘m gon’ fill you up. you want that, baby? wanna be filled up?”
“yes, please!” you scream, nodding, your hand reaching down to rub at your hardened clit. “fill me, toji! fill me, please!”
“of course, sweet thing,” toji growls, pushing his cock all the way in, before you feel the sprays of hot cum shooting into your sensitive walls.
a choked moan escapes your throat before you are cumming agin, your soaked cunt squeezing toji’s one last time — “fuck, darling,” he moans, his voice curling into a hiss — then your eyes finally shut close.
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you wake up to your head tucked into the crook of toji’s neck, your silk pajamas crinkling as you move about the bed. throbbing pain echoes mutely from your spine, and your exhausted mind reels back at the onslaught of memories.
oh. oh fuck.
you can’t believe you passed out. while toji’s balls deep in you, too.
you choke, embarrassment rushing across your veins.
a muffled squawk is ripped from your throat, tentatively distracting you from your thoughts, when toji’s arms tug you further into his embrace like you’re not already pressed flush to him. you study his face, watching as his brows begin to crinkle like he’s about to wake up.
before you can effectively escape from the rousing toji, his voice rumbles from where his lips are pressed on the crown of your head.
“g’mornin’,” he whispers.
you cringe, realizing that you have to face the embarrassment of passing out on toji while he’s literally breeding you. you cough, awkwardly, and greet, “good morning,” your voice quiet and broken. oh wow.
toji whistles, pulling back just enough to eye you. “you sound ruined,” he states.
you smack his exposed — hickey and bite mark-littered — chest. “whose fault is it?” you hiss at him.
toji grins. “mine.” he says it so cheekily and with so much pride, his scarred lips stretching to show off sharp canines.
you smack him again, futilely ignoring the explosion of warmth in your cheeks and the growing embarrassment curling at your stomach.
“ow! baby, ow!” toji cries, rolling away to avoid your soft punches. you follow him with difficulty, your body still aching, but you are determined to smack toji until your shame abates.
you fail, anyways, when toji drapes himself across you like an overgrown and clingy cat, trapping you between him and the soft bed.
ugh, why’s he literally so cute.
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in light of the 3k notes from my latest post (i cant believe yall bought that) here's another excerpt that i made to practice action writing (LMAO 😭😭😭) as gratitude. maybe the last one i'll post too bc im not even planning to stay in this acc for long. i'm making it vague. imagine whoever fits the narrative.
WARNING: explicit sexual content.
His self-serving teasing play at the kitchen counter and how you must be careful with your wishes because he always ensures that it's granted.
"Are you close?"
"Please—" you are, indeed, and you don't like it, "I want to—w-want to—"
"I know, I know," He let you bury your head in his neck. Perhaps it was a wrong call on you, though, as his husky smell only riled you up further. "Want to cum with me inside, yeah?"
"Yes. Please, I need to,"
"But how long do you think you could last with me teasing the hell out of you?"
"Have I done something bad to you? Just tell me if I—"
He cut you off with a kiss. It's not only the sensation of gliding lips that teeters you to the edge, but also his fingers gathering momentum—sliding it in and out, messily scissoring inside, stimulating every nerve and spurting fluids at any chance it could get. You couldn't even kiss him properly anymore; he latched on your lower lip instead as you gape your mouth open.
You're sure you'll cum any second from now so you did the last needed begging, "Put in inside, please."
"Why?"
"I want—hah—want to milk you dry. Want your cum inside me. Want to—" finally, he halted his fingers with that. "Want to clench on you, please. Please?"
"Good girl," he gave you a chaste peck, "Take off my clothes."
You followed the order, harshly so, and oh how amused he was at your desperation. He helped you with his polo shirt but left the job of unraveling his pants by yourself. As soon as you were done, he sat you at the counter again. You urged him to enter you but he still didn't; only with his annoying teasing face flashed.
"Just why?"
His fingers played on your core again—but only for a few moment, only with the goal of collecting dollops of your fluids. When done, he wrapped his slick hand all over his cock, stroked himself up and down, all the while kissing you so messily.
You might be too befuddled to speak but bloody hell, that was so fucking hot of him.
He scooted his dick towards you next, but he just rubbed it all over your clit, all without entering your walls. He hummed lowly while lubing himself up, perhaps taking too much pleasure at the thought of having your wetness all over him while teasing you like a bastard.
His spare hand then reached for your fingers and guided it towards your mouth. "Suck it." It sounded stern (or perhaps just a plain desperate one) and so you followed in anticipation despite the desperate whines lurking around your lips.
His next step kind of surprised you; he grabbed your fingers out of your mouth then wrapped it over his dick as well. "Fuck, yeah, that's it."
Now with two hands moving in pace, stroking him so generously, he moaned so sweetly—how you're so good for him, how you're taking him so gorgeously well.
If he, indeed, plans to go on until your mind's blanked out with nothing but desperation, it's damn working. However, his face etching utter pleasure pooled the heat inside you just the same. That's why you decided to play along instead of whining.
"You like that, hm?" you sultrily asked, went to his ear, licked it, and whispered. "It'll feel much better inside me. Just feel how warm and wet it'll be."
"Would it?" So you're right; that was it. He just wants you to convince him so desperately after all. No other reason than tearing your patience into bits until you become a blabbering mess of how you want him to take you. You figured this might be his only agenda for today's session.
That's why you moved his hand away from his dick and slid his fingers into your core all by yourself. "Feel that?" you clenched around him intentionally. You held onto his spare hand, sucked on his fingers then guided it towards your nipple. "Y-yeah. You have this all for yourself. All for—"
He cut you off by opening your legs further and sliding his throbbing member deep inside. It was followed suit with a satisfied chuckle, "Yeah, all mine." and there, his pace blurred the very notion of restraint; nothing in his mind but the same amount of desperation. Seems like he had won and lost at the same time. The noisy slick where both of you conjoint reverberated along with your moans.
"Fucking finally. Oh fuck, oh yes."
"What a good fucking girl. Letting me do you like this? Ah—I'm close."
"W-we'll stay at this fucking counter forever—"
"You must be careful what you wish for—ah fuck—" he was cut off by his loud groan as you felt him spurt his cum inside. You gaped your mouth open; you're milking him dry for all he's worth, just as if you're a plant being watered. The feeling brought you to your peak; what was held down for long came out in shambles, making a mess out of the poor counter, a mess he very much intended to create. Apparently, his teasing made everything so much better.
As the waves slowly ebb, the kitchen was momentarily wrapped in silence. He seemed so satisfied with that, and yet when you tried to get off from the counter and clean up, he pinned you down instead. You shot him a confused look; he returned it so mockingly.
"We'll stay at this fucking counter forever, you said."
Oh yeah, you did. You should've been careful with your wishes.
erwin smith, levi ackerman, aki hayakawa, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, etc.
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finally published
WARNING: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT
"Hey, Levi." you opened his bedroom door, glistening with sweat as you just finished fixing your stuff inside his house.
He didn't heave a move, though. He was completely wrapped on his futon and despite hearing your voice, he did nothing but snuggle further.
"Hey, you seem to be waking up way too late recently," you walked towards his bed sternly, arms crossed. "You have to fix your sleeping schedule now. You're not getting younger, Levi."
"Mom, is that you?" Levi deadpanned as he got his head up the futon, "Besides, whose fault is this?"
"How is it my fault?"
He grumbled a bit before sitting up. The sight of Levi's bare features is already normal to you—bed hair clamped over his face, intricate details of his body such as the lining on his collar bones and broad muscles—but then something flustered you this time around. Oh god. The red nail marks around his shoulders upto his back, the love bites from his neck down his chest—basically every single remnant of the previous night. He figured you noticed it too, so he just needed to shoot you a sly look, "You were so good for me last night. Don't act all surprised that I end up like this."
"Hah," you scoffed; you were the one who got knocked out last night, "I don’t understand. I got up the bed just fine!"
"Hm, is that so…” he lazily tapped on the free space beside his bed, urging you to sit down. You should've known better, really, because he pushed you down and hovered on top as soon as you laid down. "If I do you way, way, way better than usual, would you finally understand?"
It was your time to chuckle—lightly, endearingly, just as he loves. "No, you silly goof. Look how exhausted you are. We might as well—oh!"
Too late, he already slid his fingers inside your pants.
this is a smut WIP, actually.
#seems like#im gon say adios to this acc soon#because honestly what is there with prompts if im not gonna publish it finished#i need to practice writing in styles that do not require lot of words as well#all without forsaking the integrality of it
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Not a request but i was wondering what ur main blog is?
@riewritten. tho i only post erwin smith or levi ackerman fics there
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You pretty much don't know what happened after the first round. You might've drifted away for a while if not hours (you hope it wasn't), but awakened at him peppering you with kisses. When you opened your eyes barely, he gave you a smile.
Why does he keep on smiling sweetly tonight?
"Open your legs wider."
You followed suit. "W-we're still going?"
"Fold it to your chest."
"Do you still have—"
He cut you off with one quick thrust that had you yelping. He didn't even need to ask if you could take it, your mixed-up fluids did the job of making the pace sloppier. And oh god he did—he did so fucking well for you. Every thrust ravaged you in any way it could—momentarily depriving you of rational thinking, literally nothing but the desperation of feeling him more.
"Too fast, I might—hah—I might," you tried to sit up. You don't want him to stop, but still.
"Stay still," he sternly said and you followed quickly. He almost smiled a little too wide, "Good girl. That's it. Lay down and take more." and trapped you by resting his hand just beside your head. He used it as his support.
After a few more thrusts you got the urgency to yelp, "I might let out too much!" but oh, of course, silly you, it was too late.
He felt it again, you tightened so bad and shockwaves gripped your body. What completely took him was when you spurted all over his lower stomach. Your limbs shook for a while and you were too shocked to even mind the mess that you just made. Your orgasm stained his sheets. He froze. It took him quite a while to process that, completely wide-eyed and mouth almost gaping. That felt utterly good.
After clicking another smile, he moved again and endearingly rested his palm on your cheeks as if to coo you for that, "You must love me so much to let me do and see all this, hm?" but his grip on it was a complete contrary. He went faster again. He clung to you just so he could rut deeper and deeper.
Still, you nodded and attempted to answer, "I love—ah—"
"You love what?" he snickered and gritted his teeth. He was too spent already, mind in shambles. He barely heard you, even. He could only comprehend remnants of your phrases.
"You!" you choked on your breath, "I love you. 'm sorry. I should've said s-sooner."
And there he was lost for good. It brought him to the peak of debauchery that he can’t even tease you anymore. Everything's just not enough; not his thrusts, not your smell, and not even your profession of love would ever suffice. The way he gulped down his greed exuded some sort of pity for you but he can't let it go now. You're so good. He lived his life very reluctant to lay his hands on you. Such divinity yet you deliberately let him do this—blurted out how you love him with ease, looked at him full of endearment as if he's not giving you a hard time.
"'m sorry," he finally muttered as he kissed the tears away, "can't stop, need it. Just take more, just a few more."
He followed suit, then. Gave you all of him, spilled himself inside. He was letting out so much that he couldn't help but utter a long moan. He engulfed you with a kiss again in hopes of lowering his voice.
He realized your small sobs so he whispered sweetly, "I'll just make sure it won't drip, yeah? You’re being so good for me.”
So you let him, not like you have any other choice. You want all of it and he's gripping your thigh hardly; he will not let you move until he's finished. With mind shattered and unable to even keep yourself awake, you let him take care of you—just like how he willingly would from hereon.
erwin smith. gojo satoru. toji fushiguro.
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5 days in and all of u rlly let this user @dontletmecook cook so bad
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You are doing God's work with all this Erwin content!!!! Thank you so much, I've been starving
HSJSJSJJSSU thank u so much 🫣 most of the erwin content here are just excerpts from my published fics in my main blog. i never thought separating them into bite-sized scenes will blow my notifs up 😭 im glad to be of service!
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"You told me I'll be the one whimpering here." As if he's not on the precipice of doing so. "You sure got the guts, huh?"
"Sorry, 'm sorry." You murmured with eyes shut tight in pleasure and hastily peppered him with kisses. Not like you're going to stop teasing him after this.
"You're always full of pride until I make you a babbling mess. Does it feel that good? Doing it this way?" He punctuated the remark with a pounce, then moved your legs up a bit so he could be deeper.
That's pretty much it for you. You came with a loud sob, writhed at his mercy. And because you very much asked to have him inside you, you didn't untighten, not at all. You rather gave him a hard time pulling out. You tried to speak amidst shaky breaths, "I'll lock you down here. I—uh—we're staying in this b—bed forever!”
He hummed in concurrence, continuously whispering faint yes in between. He held onto your legs harder as the heat of pleasure pooled on his back. He kept you from moving as he was about to empty himself inside, “And you'll take me well as I come, won't you?"
"Y-yes—would love to!"
With your walls continuously fluttering around him, tension snapped inside. He stuffed you full of his cum with a breathy grunt. It felt so good, so warm, you're so delightfully filled. You wrapped your legs around him so it'd stay there.
Indeed, he completely ensured that his seed would stay deep inside as you wish. Your legs felt quite jelly, completely overstimulated. You attempted to shake it away from him but he held them down firmly. He's going to give you what you want and he'll make sure you stay in his confines as he does. "Own your words and take all of them. Just a little bit more. Almost done."
erwin smith. levi ackerman. toji fushiguro. gojo satoru. kishibe.
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Erwin mentally shook his head, finally admitting defeat to his sense of control and the tightening of his muscles. He gripped your hips and thrust hard, making you suck in a sharp breath. “Doing so well,” He lowly grunted then set the pace unrelentingly fast, almost lacking mercy. “–my prettiest soldier.” His digits played harsher on your clit.
That’s it,
That’s it.
You let out drawn-out moans and silly whispers. When the pleasure blurred your thoughts to even mind shame, you brought his head to your breast, urging him to trace his tongue on it. He sucked on it with pleasure, and the thumb that was swirling on your clit slid to the other nipple instead. Your instincts are drumming in your ears as his rhythm picks up. The way he’s massaging your inner walls with every thrust of his dick and the lewd slapping sounds of skin that comes along was making your head dissolve into oblivion.
Erwin was so immersed in it that he looked down to see the tainted mess himself. He grabbed your hand and landed it on your lower stomach, “Feel that?” He drawled as he continued pounding. You felt his cock marking it whenever he pushed inside. And as your mind was too fuzzy to even answer, you nodded relentlessly. “Is this what you waited for? Hm? Tell me, love.” He taunted, enjoying every bit of you getting too dumbed out to answer.
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oh my god why is this blog blowing up
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hihi hello. whats ur main blog if u dont mind me asking 😆
(AAAAAAA i think i'll delete this ask later on as this blog is pure filth, but hey hi anon!) i'm @riewritten, an erwin smith centric fic writer. some of the excerpts here are alr published there w erwin/levi as the main character.
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"Hey, Levi." you opened his bedroom door, glistening with sweat as you just finished fixing your stuff inside his house.
He didn't heave a move, though. He was completely wrapped on his futon and despite hearing your voice, he did nothing but snuggle further.
"Hey, you seem to be waking up way too late recently," you walked towards his bed sternly, arms crossed. "You have to fix your sleeping schedule now. You're not getting younger, Levi."
"Mom, is that you?" Levi deadpanned as he got his head up the futon, "Besides, whose fault is this?"
"How is it my fault?"
He grumbled a bit before sitting up. The sight of Levi's bare features is already normal to you—bed hair clamped over his face, intricate details of his body such as the lining on his collar bones and broad muscles—but then something flustered you this time around. Oh god. The red nail marks around his shoulders upto his back, the love bites from his neck down his chest—basically every single remnant of the previous night. He figured you noticed it too, so he just needed to shoot you a sly look, "You were so good for me last night. Don't act all surprised that I end up like this."
"Hah," you scoffed; you were the one who got knocked out last night, "I don’t understand. I got up the bed just fine!"
"Hm, is that so…” he lazily tapped on the free space beside his bed, urging you to sit down. You should've known better, really, because he pushed you down and hovered on top as soon as you laid down. "If I do you way, way, way better than usual, would you finally understand?"
It was your time to chuckle—lightly, endearingly, just as he loves. "No, you silly goof. Look how exhausted you are. We might as well—oh!"
Too late, he already slid his fingers inside your pants.
this is a smut WIP, actually.
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He scooted his dick, still dripping with cum, towards your mouth and instructed, "Clean it." He didn't even give you the chance to talk more, he just plunged it in and let you lick your mixed essence altogether. "Good. Fuck, so fucking good."
After he’s sure it’s all clean, you felt him again. He's stroking himself to your clit, moaning lowly at the slick of fluids.
But he did the succeeding rounds the other way this time around. He waited until you weren't stimulated anymore before pushing through. He'd swirl his tongue on your tit while languidly plunging inside. Then he'd go faster, then faster, then stop upon feeling you clench. He stops whenever you're about to cum, countless times. Even your pleas went unheard. He's too pleased to see you desperate to cum.
"Empty," you inaudibly said as you flipped the position. You hovered on top. He was taken aback. "My insides are empty without you. Please." That’s when he realized you were completely out of it already—lidded eyes, lips partly open, too light-headed to register anything else. "Fill me up—oh, yeah. Oh fuck." You swallowed his dick with your warmth then engulfed his lips with a warm kiss.
The thought of you being absolutely dumbed out crippled pleasure inside his body. He doesn't even have to snap his hips anymore. You swirl yours on him too well—you ride him so well—without a single care. God, it felt so good. You really deserve to be pampered to death after this.
"Ravage me. Use me all you want. Pump me with your cum." you muffled with open-mouthed kisses on his neck, "Please, so good, oh fuck." Then he felt you clench on him. You came without warning, squirted all over, not giving a damn about the sheets.
erwin smith. levi ackerman. gojo satoru. uzui tengen.
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oh, to act a li'l spoiled in between love-making sessions…
"Where is this attitude coming from?" a curious inquiry, "You think I wouldn't be able to cum by myself? I could do that with ease while watching you desperate for me. Wanna see how that goes, hm?” you started to regret it, then. “Answer me. Where is the attitude coming from?"
Oh well, you're just kidding around after all. "Sorry."
"You are?" an amused clarification where you nodded begrudgingly. "Get off me, then." You whined in futile protest. Your hand was gestured towards your core, while the other one on your tits, "Convince me that you deserve to be forgiven."
erwin smith. levi ackerman. gojo satoru. quanxi. makima.
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He savored your partly opened lips by ramming his dick without warning and you kept on hollowing your cheeks to take more. He repeated faster and faster—all lacking control—as he looked down at you. Tremors on his hands built up as he attempted to stop himself from gripping your hair out of pleasure.
"I'm close," and yet he didn’t push you away. He rather dug his dick harder. He spoke small praises—so good for him, so sweet, and he's going to reward you well by coming inside your mouth.
And oh, how utterly delighted you are with that.
You didn’t even care with how hard he was bucking his hips, your numbed throat and tears streaming down. Nothing is going on inside your head until he sputtered his release with a grunt. He didn't let go of your mouth as he came. Rather, he gagged you deep so you'd be forced to take more and more of his warmth. Even when his hips were finally stilled he continued to trap you deeply, completely ensuring everything would be all yours.
"Let it drip down your mouth," he quickly remarked as he cupped your face up to his level then smiled at the sight, "Look at that. Look how messed up you are."
erwin smith. levi ackerman. kishibe. gojo satoru. nanami kento.
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