this was supposedly a very tiny side blog (my main is @riewritten) where i could put all my drafted dishes and/or favorite excerpts from my published fics 😭
tags. masturbation, mirror sex, cum swallowing, healing from SA (not explicitly mentioned), wholesome sex, your f/o being the most understanding person to ever exist in this cruel world
whenever you are striken with nightmares of your past, way before you were blessed with his gentle love and presence, you wake up in cold sweat, with sheer repulsion over being touched.
fortunately, your man never took it personally. in fact he's the one to remind you that it's okay, it's valid, and his girl is so strong for being able to survive everything she's been through. sometimes it takes you months without having sex; most of the time you pity him as physical intimacy is his love language, but his encouragement makes you survive the hell of it. gradually, with time and love, you manage come back to your usual self.
"what a strong lady you are," he assures you all the time.
however, you're not the only one being strong here—you affirmed that much when you woke up in the middle of the night and noticed him breathing heavily.
his hands are clasped to yours, and you can hear him moan your name repeatedly. you thought he was sick at first, but quickly noticed the synchronized up and down movements marking the blanket.
he is touching himself.
you're not even hugging each other—it seems like he scooted you away from him before starting the act—all he settles for while pleasuring himself is holding your hand.
that consideration, toppled with your yearning to be touched again, is more than enough to rekindle your arousal and initiative.
you immediately scoot on top of him; he squirms in surprise, but your quick command comes to him, "continue touching yourself, my love."
he takes a while to process the situation, with a shy ask he averts his gaze away, "are you sure?"
"please?" you whisper, then pepper his face with wet kisses. your lips then slide to his ear; you give it a smooth lick before begging yet again, "let me hear you, darling."
it doesn't help him hold back, not at all, because you know his ears are pretty sensitive. in fact you only take advantage of it when you really want him to do something.
"y-yes—hah—yes, my love," he babbles, the jerking of his hand starts to produce a slick noise; perhaps his pre-lubricated dick helped on that. you continue kissing him while on it; moans escape as you feel him sucking on your lower lip.
"you'd let me taste, wouldn't you?" you whisper after sucking on his ear.
"d-do you—ah—do you want to—"
"i wouldn't ask if i don't."
and so, as languid as ever, you slide your hands down below and join his hand in bobbing up and down his dick. he whimpers, and somehow, the sight of your composed, level-headed man whimpering helplessly underneath you exudes blissful shudders. oh, to be loved by him. to be foolishly and utterly loved by someone like him.
"just want—oh fuck—just want to make sure," indeed, because after your assurance, he grips a fistful of your hair and then guides you down to his slick erection. the gentleness of his hold says a lot about how your moment below him would go. it is, after all, the least that he could do to compensate for how hard he's about claim your mouth. he couldn't control himself anymore. and he knows you want him to lose control. he, who has always been the epitome of control, could not embody such pride when faced with matters concerning your desires. if you'd ask him to die he'd be willing to do so then and there.
his girth filled your mouth; your eyes widen, and tears build up on the tip of your eyes as soon as he arches his back. he doesn't last long, much to your pleasure, because after five hard thrusts he immediately spurts his cum deep down your throat. even after he let it all out, he did not let go of your head. he trapped your mouth in his confines, ensuring you wouldn't waste a single drop because that's what you want. he would feel a bit shy if not for your persistence and enthusiasm. anyone would think that pampering him like this, drinking all of him so lovingly without wasting any drop, and more would be because you're under him, serving him with all you have.
but, as a matter of fact, he is the one serving you. he likes everything you want to do, everything you want to explore. hell, once you ask him for a child, he'd spend the whole night cumming inside you until you couldn't anymore and he's all spent and dry—messed up to his very core because that's what you want.
he almost laughs at his thoughts, and doesn't let go of your mouth even after his dick has softened. in fact, he even bobs your head up and down his now limp cock, pumping every last of his fluid that might be left of him. you deserve it, after all. earn your hard work. swallow every drop. have him by your mouth as earnestly as he would offer his life for you.
the next time you did it, he ensured there'd be a mirror right in front of you two. he takes you from behind, awkwardly at first, because you're not used to seeing yourself all pleasured and worked up while he pistons his hips inside. but then, whenever you stray your eyes away, he would adjust your head back to facing the mirror again as if to say; 'no, no, don't turn away. look at me doing you. i am the one making you feel this way, see that?'
and then he asks question he's been repeating since earlier, “am I hurting you, darling?”
“n-no,”
“yeah? come on, then. look at that pretty face," he punctuates the sweet whisper with a thrust, “see how well you’re taking me?”
“i do! hah, love, i—i'm 'bout to—"
"mhm," he closes his eyes and pulls you closer so he could nuzzle his lips on your back, “you’re clenching harder on me now, baby. are you close?”
"i am!" you lift your body up to see both of your features well—from how your breast bounces with every thrust and how his hands grip your waist to support himself. you savored the feeling—intense and rattling to your very core. his fingers flick your nipple, then he instructs you to lick your fingers too and play with the other nib.
oh, you want to close your eyes. you feel like you don't need the mirror for assurance anymore. he's the only one who could do you like this, the only one who could love you like this. you could finally relush the pleasure in without your past haunting you. and so you do—five seconds, ten seconds, until you hear his pants escalate to moans, ‘til his thrusts go rapid and unrestrained, 'til he’s blabbering how all of this affects him the way you do.
you reach your peak with a moan so loud neighbors might've heard it, and he follows suit not long after, loudly as well, because he's so aroused to see both of you lovingly doing each other in front of the mirror, all spent and sweaty.
you plop down the bed, but his hold doesn't falter. you feel his weight against your back, then he whispers sweet nothings while kissing your ear. “’s okay, it’s okay. open your eyes now and see me.”
you'll never know how delightful he is when you didn't flutter it open again; he feels your breathing slow down instead, and not long after, you drift to sleep with a smile.
indeed, it’s okay for you to close your eyes now. it's okay for you to be touched, for he is the only one who could do you this way.
WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, TOJI fushiguro, NANAMI kento, KAGAYA ubuyashiki, REINER braun, LEVI ackerman
soooo this is an excerpt from my fave smut work way back :3 originally an erwin smith fanfic but when i reread it i realized i could also see the vision for my other fave characters:P
i have a breeding kink just for fun okay i don't have the slightest desire to bear a child
but help dear god, the way he starts looking at you so lovingly—in utter reverence, even—as he slowly notices the changes in your body after you told him you're having his child? my word. he is beyond saving.
your hormones would sometimes have the ick on that very loving gaze, but oftentimes, especially when you're touching yourself at night to ease the stress of pregnancy, you couldn't help but make it your primary image of pleasure. it makes you close your eyes in a bliss, makes you arch your back, makes you moan until he hears you from the other room, until he walks to your queen-sized bed to offer a little help as your loving husband.
he knows your body could only take his fingers, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to put himself inside just to feel how wet you are, how loud the squelching noises of his dick slamming in and his balls slapping your skin would be. he's physically aching to adore the changes he had induced in your body. you tell him your body changes are unpleasant because it doesn't fit the stereotypical standard of beauty—quite funny that you think he'd be able to see the point, though. this man is so down bad for you.
your nipples getting more swollen, brownish, and round? beautiful. your arms and hips plumper? oh god help him fight the urge to touch them at every chance he could get. and most especially, your tummy growing day by day as it bravely adjusts to the comfort of your child? he never thought he could feel even more love for you, more than he ever had when he married you. you are just so beautiful it makes him insane, even in places he's supposed to think about others. do you even know how many times people had caught him giggling at the corner of the room for no reason? pathetically down bad, that's what he is.
and as you're about to reach your peak with his fingers flicking faster and faster alongside yours to keep up, he cups your cheek and says;
"goodness, darling, look at that. look at you—"
he lands a chaste peck on your forehead the same moment you moan out loud;
"—look how my love has changed you."
his remark took you unexpectedly your hips stared shaking. love juices spurt out of you with a broken sob. he toppled that with a hungry kiss. he rides out your high with his tongue inside your mouth, decreasing the volume of your moans the same way he slows his fingers down.
you end up knocked out, mouth hang open, lips swollen and red, all that and he could only smile like a lovesick boy who kissed his crush for the first time.
oh, his lovely wife. you are so thoroughly loved.
ERWIN smith, WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, KAGAYA ubuyashiki, UZUI tengen, GOJO satoru, JEAN kirstein
to be clear with everyone, fics that do not have proper capitalization are stuff that never went through grammarly or any proofreading for that matter. english isn't my first language (and i honestly do not have respect over that language) so im sowee for the errors Dx
tags. creampie, slight dumbification, blud tried to be gentle only to end up ravaging you, idiots in love type of fucking
you and him having sex for the first time and he's so annoyingly gentle as if you're made of fragile glass. the fact that he still managed to make you cum with his fingers despite all that baffled you.
but then, just right after you came, he hesitates putting his dick inside. he gets out of bed, says something along the lines of "let me get us a bath," until he hears you huff a sob. he turns to you again only to see you touching yourself. begging him, perhaps out of spite, to drop the hesitation.
you're a big girl—his girl, even—and that means you'd be able to take all of him. you know what made him walk back to bed, pet your head, pepper you kisses, and mutter apologies?
"i've been prepping myself like this every night, been imagining you inside me for as long as i can remember."
you incoherently moan your grievances—of how much you need him, of how desperate you are to feel his dick slamming you, of your yearning to hear the slushing wet sounds of his balls slapping against your skin as he pushes even deeper, and most of all, of his cum flooding you at the peak of it all.
what a bad man he is, he thinks to himself, as he pulls your fingers out of your cunt. he brings it to his mouth, holding back a chuckle.
"prepping yourself with this, darling?" he muses, then sucks on your fingers clean, savoring your taste. you nod, pathetically so, and he shakes his head. "but these pretty little fingers are far from enough if we're talking about prepping."
it's the thought that counts, though—his gentle apology kiss on your hand tells you that much. and you quickly come to understand his point when he replaces your fingers with his actual dick.
"you see?"
then he thrusts inside.
god, it is indeed not enough to prep you.
"b-but, yeah," he rasps, then there goes another thrust, "it must be hard for you, no?" he thrusts again; you gape your mouth open, "never knew you like me—fuck, baby—this much."
hell you do like him so much; if you're not a babbling mess you'd be able to throw a banter, but he sucks on your nipple, quickly earning your forgiveness.
"mind repeating what you said earlier?"
which one? you ask in your mind, physically incapable to speak as soon as his fingers flick on your clit.
"you want my cum flooding you? you like me that much to let me do that, huh?"
"yes!" you wail, oh the things that could bring you back from being dumbed by this man. "b-been—hah—yearning for it, please."
his approving hum thereafter just tells how pleasured he'd be to do that. you really are no fragile glass he must mind touching. you're his girl, his woman, and you own every crevice of his body. if you wish a hard one, then a hard one you'll get.
it doesn't take long for him to lose control as per your wishes—his dick slamming, the wet slaps of your skin echoing inside your bedroom in synch with your cries and his growls. much to your pleasure, he eventually traps your legs down so it wouldn't escape as he cums.
you're trapped—helplessly bound, wrists on top of your head by his hand—because you want to. because you wish for it. when he buries his dick deep inside you feel his seed gushing, emptying, as he struggles to flutter his eyes open because he wants to see your face while he empties himself. it brought you to a seemingly endless bliss.
you two take your pretty time coming off your highs.
and despite your weakened state, you still sit up to look down as his cum drips from your cunt.
you giggle softly, thinking; this wouldn't be the last time you'd ask him to do this.
ERWIN smith, LEVI ackerman, WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, GOJO satoru, AKI hayakawa, etc.
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.
"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.
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.
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