#CalmDownMia

[ack3rlady]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Summary: Your husband Erwin is away on a business trip, and you miss him... a little too much.

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader

WC: ~ 3.3k

A/N: In response to this ask by 💦 Anon. The fic basically stemmed from the picrew I created of Erwin up in the header, where he looks so damn stunning (as if he doesn't already otherwise)

CW: Modern AU, Established relationship, Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI - Outdid my previous works with the filth :'), Phone (video) sex, dirty talk, masturbation - male and female, vaginal fingering, pillow humping, sex toy usage (vibrator), Levi Ackerman is about to get really mad.

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The clock struck 9 PM and you sighed sufferingly for the millionth time, playing with the leftover food in your plate. The dining table for two, only half occupied. The look on your face was dull when you raised your gaze to stare at the empty chair opposite to you. One that was usually occupied by your doting husband but lay vacant at this moment. 

Evenings without Erwin were excruciating. Four days had passed since he left for a business trip across the country and wouldn’t be back for three more. In the meanwhile, you were left alone to spend a whole week in your shared home that seemed almost haunted in his absence. And you were only halfway through. The thought itself made your heart ache.     

Lively conversations were replaced by a dreaded silence and his warm presence, by a cold nothingness. You trudged towards your room after washing the dishes and putting the surplus food back in the fridge. You were too used to cooking for two.   

Oh! How you missed him.   

The sheets puffed and then deflated when you plopped onto the bed. Another sigh escaped your lips upon turning over to face his side of the bed, thumping your feet against the mattress in frustration at not having him lying there. 

Erwin’s shirt hung loosely around your frame as you thought of the times when you’d be snugly wrapped in the warmth of his arms every night after dinner. How those moments came and went, and you took them for granted. And now that he wasn't here, your ears longed to hear his voice, and skin prickled where you remembered feeling his touch.  

Burying your face in Erwin’s pillow, you filled your lungs with the lingering fragrance of him – a dizzying amalgamation of his coconut shampoo, tea-tree aftershave and oud cologne. You hugged it tight in a desperate attempt to feel him close. 

The image of him was vivid before your closed eyes, as if he were laying right there and hugging you in return. You could practically feel the searing trails his fingers left on your back when he caressed it absentmindedly whilst doing his nightly reading. How his lips were soft and warm, and tongue, pleasantly course when he kissed you good night.   

You ran your hands over your neck, biting down on your lips while dreaming of the sloppy kisses and rosy bruises he left there not too long ago. Bringing them down to your breasts, you tried to squeeze them the best you could; not even close to emulating the feeling of his large, strong hands. Oh, his hands! The things he’d done to you with them. They could show you a sky full of stars in broad daylight. If only he was here right now.  

But he wasn’t. Hadn’t been for four whole days. Four days since he had been around you; on you... in you. The heat in between your legs was mounting up, and you pressed your pelvis into the bed to relieve it. Your hands snaked further south in an effort to put out the fire, lifting the hem of Erwin’s shirt to creep up on your parched clit. You only just began to rub slow circles on it, before being rudely interrupted by the buzzing of your phone.  

‘This better not be work,’, you snarled, turning towards the nightstand to check who it was; heart skipping a beat when Erwin’s name appeared on the screen.  

‘Maybe he’s finally back at his hotel room,’ you thought.  

“Hi, my love. How was your day?” Erwin’s voice was sweet as usual on the other end.  

"Hey, baby. My day was okay. And yours?” you asked, playing with the corner of his pillow.  

“Mine’s still ongoing. Doesn’t look like I'm going to finish any time soon,” he sighed. “There’s so much to do. But I took a break because and all I can think of is how much I miss you.”  

The sharp ‘tch’ in the background was a sign that Levi was also in the room, and obviously repulsed by Erwin’s blatant display of affection. You chuckled at how little it took to bug your husband’s business partner.  

“I miss you too,” you lamented. “A bit too much.”  

“A bit too much? What's that supposed to mean?” he asked innocently.  

“You know... I was lying in bed and thinking about you and the times we’ve had here,” the tone of your voice was slowly changing. “Especially the night before you left, when we...”

You were abruptly cut off by his coughing. There was a bit of shuffling on the other end, followed by Erwin’s faint voice asking Levi to excuse him for a moment. You smirked to yourself imagining how flustered your husband probably looked right now – wide eyes, pink cheeks, jittery hands, a sweat beginning to break on his forehead. So cute.  

“You gotta be more careful when you say these things, sweetheart!” Erwin was back. “You know how loud these phones can get. Levi could've heard you!”  

“Well, now that he’s gone, do you want to see how much I miss you?” you sang.  

Before Erwin could ask what you meant by that, he was faced with a videocall request that he accepted quickly. Not long after, his handsome, yet weary face occupied most of your screen. His tie was loose, blazer and glasses off, with the top few buttons of his powder blue shirt undone. His hair was tousled after having run his fingers through them far too many times - A habit he picked up while engrossed in work. 

His expressions visibly softened upon seeing your face, as did yours after seeing his. His beautiful wife that he could never get enough of. The smile that had the power to turn even the darkest nights into sunny days. Erwin slumped in his chair, resting his cheek on his palm.   

“I miss you so much,” he repeated “I can’t wait to see you again.”  

“I miss you too, love. And I think I have something in mind that might make the wait easier,” you crooned, rather mischievously. Mischievously enough for Erwin to begin deciphering where this conversation was going. 

“You have my full attention,” he declared, eyes pinned to the screen as he got up to make sure the door to his office was locked.  

He was back in his seat in a flash, eager to witness what you had in store for him. Erwin inhaled sharply as you slowly panned the phone’s camera down your body. His shirt on you was unbuttoned, revealing to him your glorious breasts, the tips of your fingers drawing fleeting circles around your nipple. He inadvertently pinched his index and thumb, imagining one of the taut buds in between them.   

The camera then wandered further down your waist and stomach, making his palms itch with emptiness. He fisted his fingers trying to control the urge to grab your hips and squeeze them. He could feel himself hardening under his trousers, his erection beginning to press against the fitted pants. Damn it, he should've just returned to his hotel room when he had the chance.  

As he prepared himself to view what lay underneath, the phone stopped moving. “What are the magic words, dear husband?” you asked in a voice so angelic, yet evil.  

“Baby,” his voice trembled with hunger. “Please.”  

You giggled at his yearning. All these years together and he still got as excited about your body as the first time he saw you bare. The distance was woeful, and he’d worked hard all day. So, you weren't about to keep him waiting for his reward. 

Maneuvering the camera further down, you gave him the view of what he was waiting for with bated breath – legs spread out to reveal your glistening cunt, a milky white stream starting its descent out of your hole and trickling down your slit. You heard him groan on the other end, sinking his teeth into his fist. He was growing increasingly restless, shifting uneasily in his chair.   

He was mesmerized by the events unfolding on the screen as you brought down two fingers to spread your folds apart. The air in Erwin’s lungs was audibly knocked out at the view, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. He could taste your juices on his tongue as he licked his own lips in a desperate attempt to feel something that would come remotely close to your labia. But nothing compared.   

He ran a hand through his hair as you began to massage your greedy clit, your faint whimpers making their way to his ears through the phone. Erwin was now beginning to grind against his chair, and he didn’t even realize it. The focus in his gaze was heavy, eyes unblinking, lips ajar. The need to feel your fiery walls around him was heightening by the second.  

“Do you feel good?” he asked in a voice so raspy.  

“Not as good as I do when you do it,” you answered truthfully.  

How he wished it was his tongue in lieu of your fingers; scalp yearning to feel the sting of his honey hair being pulled as you sang his name in ecstasy. His tongue beat against the back of his teeth, mirroring the swift swipes he could be drawing on your bud if he had his head in between your legs right now. How he’d be tracing his own name where no one else could see. There was so much he wanted to do. But all he could manage was to hum in response, continuing to breathe heavily.

“Show me how much you miss me,” you blurted, keeping your own inflictions on your nub going. “I want to see what you do to yourself when we’re apart. Make yourself feel good for me, Erwin.”  

Erwin was momentarily hesitant, frozen almost. Your demand made his cock twitch within the confines of his pants, begging to be freed. He was so close to unzipping them and giving in to his desires. But this was his place of work, after all. And his colleague was just down the hall. The door was locked, but Levi could always hear him through the thin walls.   

But his focus was lodged in the clutches of the imagery you were enticing him with. His common sense had descended from his brains to his balls. Casting aside the reluctance and ignoring the inner voice trying to knock some sense into him, he unbuttoned his khaki trousers and unzipped them to whip out his member.   

He hissed at the feeling of cold air, the beads of pre-cum tingling against the sensitive, pink skin of the head. He almost immediately wrapped his fingers around the shaft and panned the camera for you to see, watching you gulp laboriously when you laid your eyes on it. He began to slowly stroke it as you increased the speed of the circles you rubbed on your bud.  

“Fuck, I need you in my mouth right now, Erwin,” you whined.  

“Oh, I'm going to be in more than just your mouth in three days, my love,” he huffed, stroking himself harder. “Just wait a little longer.”  

Both of you continued your ministrations, each one painfully wishing it were the other conferring them. You reached a finger out, slowly bringing it to your aching hole. You prodded at the entrance, before plunging it deep inside and bringing it back out fully coated in your cream. 

Erwin growled over the phone, squeezing himself even tighter. He was starting to get close just from the sight of the glistening streams of your juices starting to dribble down your skin. You moaned every time you sank the digit in, feeling your walls clamping down on it.   

You added another one soon after, reeling them in and out in rhythmic movements. The girth was better than just one finger. But it obviously didn’t come close to the thickness of Erwin’s cock that stuffed you full each time. You were ready to pay a million dollars if that’s how much it would cost for him to fly back at this very moment and fuck you senseless.   

“Fuck! This isn't working,” you agonized. “I can’t do this by myself. I’m too used to you doing it for me.”  

“Try harder, sweetheart,” he cooed “I’m not going to let you hang up till you cum for me.”

“Remember, you started this,” he added when you groaned in frustration.  

You propped the phone against the base of the bed, readjusting your position and speeding up your hand even further. How did Erwin do this so fucking effortlessly? You would have cum twice already if he were here. The sounds of vulgar squelches, heavy breaths and that of your voice calling out his name replaced the pin-drop silence in his office, and in your room.   

Erwin’s piercing gaze held the power to crack the phone’s screen, watching your middle and ring fingers disappear in and out of you with your thumb assaulting your clit. He watched you hold on to his pillow with your other hand, face buried in it. 

‘Why is she hiding her face?’ he wondered. He needed to see you. Needed to see your dazed expression when you would finally reach your release. He loved to watch your orgasms drain you enough that you were unable to even open your eyes... Or close your mouth.  

“What are you doing with my pillow?” he finally asked.  

“Pretending that it's you.” you hissed, irritated by the lack of results and the painfully sore muscles of your arm.  

Your jibe made something click inside his head, reminding him of a thing that he that he sometimes wondered if you had ever tried. This seemed to be the perfect occasion to ask. He took a pause, trying to gauge your reaction to his next words. But, overtaken by a voracious appetence, he took the leap anyway.  

“Well, then pretend properly,” he said. “Did you forget that you cum the quickest when you ride me?”  

Your fingers ceased to move, still half dipped in your cunt, as did his own hand around his length; yours in contemplation and his in anticipation. Both pondering over your next move.   

‘Will she? Wont she?’ he quietly calculated in his mind.  

“This better work, Smith,” you growled, rising to grab the phone and propping it against the headboard this time.  

You re-positioned the pillow to make sure Erwin could see you clearly and straddled it. The shirt on your back was sent flying across the room and he briefly lost sight of you when you bent down to fish a certain contraption out of the drawer of the nightstand. Erwin took a deep breath, preparing himself for what was to come, for he knew it was going to be a memorable ride ahead.   

You placed the vibrator on the pillow and aligned yourself with it. Holding on to the headboard on either side of the phone, you stared straight into the camera, giving Erwin the illusion that you had just mounted him. And just like that, he felt himself getting hard again, his hand automatically beginning to move up and down his shaft. 

“Not like this.,” you ordered. “I want to see all of you.”  

He chuckled, propping his phone against a tall pile of folders on his desk and moving away from it. Legs splayed, pants undone with his erect member resting on his thigh, he unbuttoned his shirt even before you asked. Erwin looked at you with raised brows to silently ask if his queen needed anything else. Such an unkempt yet pretty image.  

His chiseled chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, beads of sweat making it shine in the dull light of his computer. Disheveled, golden hair covered most of his forehead and his trousers stretched with the thickness of this thighs. The grey luminance cast dark shadows on the ripples of his abs and made the Cartier around his wrist glimmer. 

“Now if this doesn’t do it, I don’t know what will,” you smirked, pressing the button on the remote to turn the vibrator on.  

A jolt ran down your spine when you ground against it, drawing a guttural whine out of your throat. The vibe massaged your clit as you watched Erwin pleasure himself. Slow thrusts slowly gained speed and in no time, and you found yourself bouncing on the pillow like you did on his cock, lusty gaze pinned to Erwin’s while his head rested against the back of his chair. You both chanted each other's names like a prayer, moaning and whimpering as you braced yourselves for the release that was fast approaching.  

Erwin couldn’t take his eyes off your form, swaying hips, skin glowing with perspiration, face so fucked out that your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. Your boobs bounced with every thrust and pussy left a dark, wet patch on his pillow where it brushed. The sinful sounds you made were causing the animal in him grow uncontrollably wild.

All he wanted was to be the cushion in between your legs and to bury himself deep inside you as you rode him to oblivion. He wanted to touch you, feel you, be one with you, reaching for the glass barrier that was the screen of his phone as if the hundreds on miles in between you both didn't exist. He wished to be scalded by your searing skin. Instead, all he got was the cold rigidity of the gadget.

He imagined running his arms up and down your body, squeezing down on your tits that were making his appetite monstrous. He could see before his eyes, how the nectar weeping out of your core would gush down his length and coat his balls. The sound of your ass rhythmically slapping against thighs reverberating off every surface in the room. How it would feel to be inside the searing hot cavern in between your legs. Fuck, it was torture being away from you right now.  

His arm was sore from how fiercely he was stroking himself and he could see his orgasm was about to hit him in the face like a brick.  

“I’m - I’m so close, Erwin,” you gasped, stealing the words from his tongue before he could utter them.  

“Me too,” he barely blurted before a white hot release washed over both of you in a perfect synchrony.  

Strings of Erwin’s seed went flying across the desk making a mess in his hands and on some papers, but he could not care less. He sat in his chair, panting, admiring the way you looked right now - heaving, as you tried to catch your own breath. You blinked harshly in an effort to clear your vision and drops of salty sweat streamed down your neck and cascaded into the valley of your glistening breasts.

“Are you okay, love?” he finally gathered his wits and reached for the box of tissues on the far end of the table, looking tired, yet contented.  

“Not really,” you despaired once you were finally able to string words together again. “I miss you even more. Now would be when we’d lay in bed together. You’d hold me in your arms, and we’d talk for a while. Then you’d race me to the bathroom to cleanup. But I have to do it all by myself tonight.”  

“At least you aren't about to have Levi breathing down your throat when you try to explain to him why you had to discard an entire file full of reports he just completed,” Erwin tried his best to cheer you up, feeling relieved when you laughed. “I miss you too. Three days will pass in no time.”  

“I’m counting seconds,” you sighed. “Anyway, I should go to bed. Early morning tomorrow and you seemed busy before I called. Love you!”  

“Good night! I love you too,” he smiled.  

Just shy of hanging up, you were stopped by his voice calling out to you.  

“Love, one more thing,” Erwin continued. “Don’t wash the sheets till I get back. Especially not my pillowcase.”

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[ack3rlady]

When he kisses you delicately with the softest smile on his face. When he cooes sweet nothings in your ears and wipes away a tear that escapes your eyes.

When he does this after spending the last 20 minutes mercilessly pounding into you and rearranging your insides.

[ack3rlady]

Oh hey there it's me again! I absolutely adored that steamy make out session with Erwin u wrotell.

May I request for something with Levi? I would really love to see how u write Levi. Here's the scenario: sub!Levi who becomes a total mess when u use some toys on him for the first time.

- 💦

A/N: Welcome back💦 Anon! Being creative with your asks again, I see! I only have experience with female-friendly toys. So, I had to put in some research into this 🤓 This is possibly the most experimental piece I've written so far and there isn't much of a plot because i wanted to get straight to action; which is why I'm gonna go hide in my cave once this publishes. Hope you like it!

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem Bodied! Reader

CW: Sub Levi, Soft Dom Reader, Sex toy usage (cock ring & vibrator), Oral (M receiving), protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), brief overstimulation.

Minors & Ageless blogs – DNI & block the tag #CalmDownMia. I won’t hesitate to block you. If you are an adult and don’t wanna be blocked, add your age to your bio/pinned post or DM me.

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“Hey, handsome!”, you chirped from the bed as the door opened to reveal a raven headed man.

Levi let out a loud huff in response.

He hung his tan jacket on the coat rack, meticulously undid the ODM belts and set them on their usual spot, and unbuttoned his shirt before trudging towards the bed. You opened your arms, welcoming your weary husband to lay his head on your chest, engulfing him into the solace of your embrace after a long day of work.

“Tired?”, you asked, raking your fingers through his midnight locks.

“Exhausted.”, he replied, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Eyebrows just chewed my ears off for three straight hours.”

You spent minutes in silence, lazing against each other, calm and warm. Moments like these were scarce amidst the chaos of your bustling routines as the ticks of the clock and an occasional sigh leaving his lips were the only audible sounds in the room.

He raised his head, bringing a hand to the back of yours to pull you closer. You smiled when your lips met, finally feeling the burnout from the day wear off at the familiar feeling. You were quick to let him in when his tongue prodded at your lips for access, meeting yours with fervor. His hand slowly slid from your neck to your chest, beginning to unbutton his shirt that you were wearing.

“Mmh? I thought you were exhausted?”, you spoke against his lips.

“I changed my mind.”, he smirked against yours.

You parted away to peel the pieces of clothing off each other. Like clockwork, they were all on the floor within seconds. Levi admired your body from head to toe, leaping towards you like a man starved for days. He tutted when you held him back with your arm against his chest, looking at you with knitted brows for being deprived of his meal.

“Umm... Levi... I’ve been thinking....”, your voice trailed off.

“What?”

“Well, I've been thinking of trying something new.”, you contemplated, fishing out a rubbery black ring from under your pillow.

“You do know that’s too big for my finger?”, he deadpanned, albeit innocently.

“Oh.”, it dawned upon him when you lowered your gaze to his crotch.

Although a bit hesitant at the start, it didn’t take much to convince him to try it. As rigid as the captain seemed otherwise, he had always been quite open to experimenting in the bedroom; the main reason being that he trusted you wholeheartedly, and also because these experiments had only made things better as of now. He laid down on the bed, wide silver eyes curiously following your figure as you moved closer to him.

You positioned yourself in between his legs, admiring the view. Over the years of being with Levi, you had come to deduce that this was one of the best perspectives behold him from; one reserved only for you to see.

His glorious cock, sculpted Adonis ascending to the ripples of his abs, his strong chest abutted by deep collar bones, the prominent columns of his neck leading to the most important feature, his gorgeous face looking down at you, strands of midnight hair threatening to veil the striking eyes watching you intently.

He held his breath as you spat into the palm of your hand, gritting his teeth in an attempt to stay still just like you asked him to. You stroked his cock just enough to coat it with the slick, slathering the ring with the remnants. Levi sighed at the feeling of your cold fingers around him, sharply clutching a fistful of the bed sheets.

“Not yet.”, you said, meticulously sliding the rubbery ring down his partially hardened member till it sat snugly at the base.

He inhaled sharply, gaze pinned on your hands and the black coil.

“You okay?”, you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“mmh... Feels different.”, he whispered, still eyeing it skeptically. “Good different.”

“Well, then let me make it better.”, you smiled, beginning to slowly stroke his cock. “You know you can tell me anytime you want me to stop, right?”

He nodded, gulping as he watched you move closer and closer to his member that was now rapidly hardening under your touch, hissing when you kissed the tip and gingerly ran your tongue over its slit with a quick swipe.

You smiled coyly at his reaction, remembering the readings from the intriguing book Hange lent you a few days ago. It said that the ring around his dick would make it hypersensitive. And from what you could see, it was all true.

Within a matter of seconds, Levi was a heaving mess under your touch; and you hadn't even really begun yet. Keeping a watchful eye on him, you wrapped your lips around his now throbbing erection, swirling your tongue around its head. The usually silent captain was miserably unsuccessful at stifling a moan, harshly gripping your hair as he bucked his hips.

You bobbed your head up and down, slowly increasing the pace. Your strawberry tongue drew the letters of your name on the swollen, pink head as if marking what was yours, and yours only.

“Fuck! Keep going.”, Levi growled, his head falling with a thud against the headboard.

You smiled into your ministrations, softly brushing his shaft with your teeth as you continued the rhythmic movements. Levi arduously raised his lank neck to watch you sinking just a little further, taking in his entire length inch by inch until it had entirely disappeared into the warm cavern of your mouth.

The soreness in between your legs was growing by the minute, as you reached down with your fingers to rub circles on your yearning clit. He outstretched his hands towards you, not even sure what for; his mouth agape, but unaccompanied by words.

How he loved this view. Your frazzled hair, pooling, hooded eyes, bare breasts brushing against his thighs. The fucked out expression on your face glowing with sweat as you pleasured him as well as yourself was sending him hurling towards the edge.

His brain was flooded with your image and how good your mouth felt on his cock, how you knew exactly what made him see stars inside the confinement of your room. The vice choke hold of the ring was enhancing every feeling by many folds, allowing him to feel the slightest of sensations; mind so clouded, he was aching for release.

“I - I need to cum.”, he panted, squeezing his eyes shut at the unbearable decadence. “Please.”

You briefly parted from him, eyes falling on the clock. There was still time. He whimpered at the feeling of sudden chill replacing the heat of your mouth, watching you as you reached for the nightstand to fish out a small silver packet from the drawer.

You tore it with your teeth, taking the condom out and sliding it down his length. Kneeling on your knees, you shifted forward till your core was perfectly aligned with his cock.

“What’s the rush, Heichou?”, you breathed, lowering down on him at a painfully slow pace until he bottomed out inside you.

Your pussy was soaking by now and took no time to devour the entirety of his length. You groaned in unison, staying still to allow him to catch his heightened breath and for you to acclimatize to the fullness. Levi’s hands had your thighs in a vice grip as you supported yourself by laying your palms flat against his chest, eventually beginning to move.

You both whined in ecstasy as his dick brushed against all the right spots of your velvety walls, the protruding veins only adding to the titillation. His brains were practically reduced to mush as he sheepishly watched you bounce up and down before him, sterling eyes pinned on your face, mouth open, huffs of air leaving your lips with each movement, lashes fluttered shut out of pure bliss.

They descended to your heaving breasts that bounced with you. He reached his hands out to kneed the buttery skin, watching you squirm when he pinched your taut nipples. His gaze cascaded lower, falling where your body met his, admiring how your hips beautifully swirled against his. He slid one of his hands underneath his pillow, pulling out a device that you remembered seeing in Hange’s book.

“What? You spoke to them too?”, you managed to speak through the haze whilst fervently grinding against him.

“More like they spoke to me.”, he grumbled.

He strenuously focused his eyes on the small, black object; pressing a button that caused it to buzz. Outstretching his hand, he pressed it against your swollen slit, making your neck go limp as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The sounds of your whines were music to his ears. He felt your movements become increasingly sporadic as he brought your closer and closer to your impending orgasm.

“Fuck! Levi!”, you panted. “I’m cumming!”

Levi bit into his fist, the sting only adding to the rapture of feeling your walls pulsate around him, and the warmth of your release dribbling down his length. Exhausted, you rested your head against the headboard, your breasts dangling before his face as if grapes from a vine.

He clasped his mouth onto one, swirling his tongue around your perked nipple as he began to buck his hips up and down at an unforgiving pace. You were almost screaming from the over stimulation, the walls of your room reverberating your cries along with the creaks of your rickety old bed, the lewd squelching from slick and the slaps of his skin against yours.

Levi grunted with every thrust, nails digging into the skin of your butt as he relentlessly rutted in and out of your abused hole. It wasn’t long this he reached his oblivion, his orgasm hitting his body like lightning. It was unlike any other he had experienced before, somehow simultaneously cloaking his senses in darkness and also a blinding light.

He panted as you helped him ride out his release, your unyielding pussy milking him of all his worth. It was evident that he wasn’t even attempting to be quiet anymore as he blinked rapidly, trying to rid himself of the spots before his eyes.

You stayed on top of him for a little while before kissing him deeply one last time and sliding off. He peeled the condom off and discarded it into the bin by your bed, and you carefully slid the ring off his cock, making sure not to hurt him. He inhaled sharply at the feeling of blood rushing back through it again, eyes following you as you laid down by his side with a huff, still panting from the escapade.

He turned towards you, brushing the sweaty, matted hair off your face and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“So... Do you think they’ll let you borrow that book again?”

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P.S: Sorry about this going from Thirsty Thursday to Freaky Friday 🙃

*Disclaimer: Cock rings can and will cause damage if used incorrectly. Do your own research and don't rely entirely on fics if you plan to use them IRL. Don't lose a ding to the ring.

[ack3rlady]

Hey Mia! This is for your Thirst Thursdays!

I've been kinda sad at the hate Erwin gets for being in official Aot merch/art (because he's been dead for a long time so people think he's irrelevant??).

So I thought of how would Erwin handle hate. He's a strong man who keeps his feelings at bay, but what if he's alone with his lover? It doesn't stop the lingering 'What ifs', and he gets insecure. But Reader can read Erwin like a book and reassures his worth through body worshipping.

Erwin deserves love, a kiss on the nose, and a good blowjob.

(You can skip this rq though if ya want!👌)

A/N: What is this Erwin hate that you speak of, Genesis? Gimme names and I will make sure they disappear under mysterious circumstances. Hope you like this bby!

Notes: Actor!AU, Cyber-bullying, body worship, blowjob, Sub!Erwin x SoftDom!Reader

WC: ~1.8k

Minors & Ageless blogs – DNI & block the tag #CalmDownMia. I won't hesitate to block you. If you are an adult and don’t wanna be blocked, add your age to your bio/pinned post or DM me.

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The chitter of your keyboard filled the silence in your room as you typed the last few sentences of the last email to send out for the evening. After hitting ‘send’, you whirled your sore neck around, and let out a tired groan. Running your fingers through your hair, you took a deep breath, eyes leaving the bright screen of your laptop to land on the picture frame poised on the side of your desk.

A picture that Hange clicked of you and Erwin on his last day on the sets of Attack on Titan. A smile instantly lit up your face upon seeing two happy people grinning back at you. He had his arm around your shoulder and rested his head on top of yours as you both beamed at the camera. The icing from his farewell cake was smeared on your faces and matching fuchsia feather boas wrapped around your necks.

“Hey, honey.”, the door cracked open and snapped you out of your reverie.

Your eyes followed Erwin’s wearied figure as he trudged across the room. He peeled the charcoal trench coat off himself and hung it on a hanger in the wardrobe, to reveal a fitted olive-green shirt paired with jet-black trousers. After loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons of the shirt, he fell to the bed with a huff.

“Hey, babe! How was your day?”, you flipped the laptop shut and plopped down beside him.

"It was alright.”, he kept his response short, stretching his arm for you to lay your head on.

You turned to your side to face him, drawing patterns in the wispy, golden hair on his chest peeking out through the partly open shirt with the tips of your fingers. He seemed tired, pinching the bridge of his nose with his other hand. Maybe he hadn’t seen it yet. So you decided to enlighten him.

“Did you see the new Sanrio art that was just released? Erwin, you look so cute with Hello Kitty! I can’t believe they thought of pairing you up with her!”, you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He only hummed back.

“What’s wrong?”, you asked, propping yourself up on an elbow to get a better look at his face.

“Nothing.”, he sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Erwin.”

“Fine.”

He silently held up his phone in front of you, his Twitter homepage open on the screen. You took it from him and began scrolling through, your face contorting with a frown at the posts.

Why is @ESmith still relevant? Didn’t he die like seventeen lifetimes ago?

@ESmith looks like two caterpillars took a dump on his forehead

Throw another one of those rocks at @ESmith! #TeamZeke

@ESmith looks like he’s a giant man with a micro-dick.

“Woah, that last person is going to have their foot in their mouth if they ever figure out how wrong they are.”, you chuckled. “Cheer up, Er. Don't take keyboard warriors seriously. Imagine how miserable they must be, spewing hate at the most gorgeous man and the cutest kitten teaming up.”

Erwin’s inward laugh was more of a loud exhale, his eyes glued to the pale ceiling above.

“I try to be indifferent. But it hurts that people would say that even after I worked so hard on that show. Makes me wonder if I wasn’t good enough.”, he began to sit up. “Come, let's get dinner. Maybe I’ll feel a little better.”

“Hey, don’t you ever doubt yourself. You were one of the key characters on that show.”, you pressed your hand flatly against his chest and pushed him back down to lay on the bed. “Also, we can have dinner later. I know for a fact that what I’m about to do will make you feel much better than dinner ever will.”

“And what exactly is it that you plan to do?”, he asked hesitatingly, ocean blue eyes pinned to yours as you slowly slithered closer to him.

“I think you know quite well.”, you smiled, moving one of your legs to his other side to straddle him. “Let me prove to you how wrong your haters are. You know, I can make you forget everything you just read, commander.”

Erwin gulped harshly at the sound of that last word. He loved how it sounded like sweet, sweet honey when falling from your tongue. It drove him absolutely wild when you referred to him by that title. He stared deep into your eyes as you hovered over him.

His piercing gaze observed your every move, breaths heightened and lower lip sandwiched between his teeth up in excitement. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, your eyes not leaving his as you pushed the fabric away to reveal his chiseled torso. Tugging on his tie to pull him closer, you met his lips with yours, merging them into the perfect union.

Soft, warm, and plush, you suckled on his lower lip; not taking too long to acquaint your tongue with his. They waltzed together in harmony, exploring each other’s caverns with fervor. You didn’t realize how long you had been holding your breath until he dug his teeth into your lip. Parting away with a hiss, both your attention fell on the gleaming string of saliva still connecting you to him.

You looked into his eyes that were now dark enough that there was barely any blue left in them. Breathing heavily, you crashed your mouth onto his once more, the tenderness from before having been replaced by fiery passion this time. You hungrily lapped up everything he had to offer.

Descending from his mouth to his jaw and then to his neck, you left a trail of wet kisses along the way, eventually landing on the spot that drew the lustiest moan out of him. His collar bones. You swirled your tongue over the curve, suckling on some spots, and nipping at others. Raising your neck to peruse his features, you were enamored with his eyes that were tightly squeezed shut; brows furrowed as he gritted his teeth.

“So beautiful.”, you muttered against his skin.

You proceeded further south, pressing kisses to the tight muscles of his chest, one of your most favorite parts of him. He arched his back when you ran your tongue over one of his taut nipples and lightly pinched the other, making a whimper inadvertently leave his mouth. You could feel how hard he was against your lower belly, and your own core throbbed for attention.

“They don’t know what they’re saying, my love. They’ll never see you the way I do.”, you whispered, raining kisses over the ripples of his abs.

He raised his head to look at you as you kissed your way down his Adonis, his hips involuntarily bucking out of excitement. You pressed your arm against them, clamping him in place. Pearls of sweat shimmered on his forehead making some strands of his hair stick to it.

“Patience, commander.”, you smirked. “I’m not about to make you wait too long.”

Erwin breathed through his mouth, waiting for the moment when you’d finally free his aching member from its confines. You palmed the bulge in his pants, biting your lip upon imagining what lay beneath.

And as promised, you didn’t make him wait; unclasping his belt, and unzipping his pants with quick movements. Tugging at the hem, you pulled them down along with his briefs and discarded them onto the floor.

Finally uncaged, his erection rested gloriously on his on his pelvic bone, and all you could remember was how wrong that hater was about his size. If only they knew how far they were from reality. Your gaze met Erwin’s again as you massaged his thighs, kneading them like dough.

“You’re so loved, Erwin... so handsome... so precious.”, you breathed in between pressing kisses to the sculpted muscles.

Erwin inhaled sharply, digging his fingers into the mattress as your lips inched closer and closer to his cock. He was sure he’d cum just from the anticipation. He hissed when you finally reached your destination, wrapping your fingers around his shaft and pressing a kiss to the tip.

“Please!”, he begged, his breath hitching when yours fanned against his skin.

You licked your lips while smirking at him, cherishing the saltiness of his precum on your tongue. You peppered his length with kisses, all while eyeing how increasingly restless he was getting. So, you decided to have mercy and cut to the chase.

Pressing your tongue flat against his cock, you ran it all the way from the base to the tip and wrapped your lips around it. He groaned at the sudden warmth of your mouth and watched intently as you slowly lowered your head to engulf him until there was no more left to take.

Erwin’s hips jolted unwittingly when you gagged, the sudden constriction making his eyes roll to the back of his head. His hand that was resting on your head, scrunched into a fist, grabbing a bunch of your hair harshly. You moaned from the sting, the vibration making him release one himself.

You looked at him through the tears forming in your eyes, lifting your head and lowering it again until you found a smooth rhythm. Your tongue played with his tip, drawing undecipherable patterns on it, and you used your hand to stroke his base, massaging his balls with the other.

“Fuck!”, he growled as he came closer and closer to release. “You feel so good!”

You could tell that he was almost there, too. So, you let him thrust into your mouth, now squeezing his butt with both your hands, nails raking angry red marks into the skin. He grunted with each movement, his pace getting unsteady as he reached his peak. And like the perfect partner that you were, you took the reins back from him and resumed your cadenced ministrations around his cock.

“I’m... I’m cumm-”, Erwin exploded in your mouth before he could finish his sentence.

His head banged against the headboard with a dull thud as his neck went limp. You swallowed each drop of his milky essence, and parted with his cock with a pop of your lips, licking it clean. You couldn’t help but smile at the wreckage of a man that you just created. Crawling back up towards him, you laid down on his chest, going back to playing with the fuzz adorning it.

“Oh, baby. That was – That was-”, he panted, blinking sharply to refocus his dazed eyes.

“I know.”, you kissed the tip of his nose. “So... did you forget?”

“Forget what?”

Credits to @axoxtxhxh for introducing me to Erwin's collar bones through her Kinktober Interviews :')

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[ack3rlady]

Hi hi same anon as the one who sent u the previous thirst. I loved it btw!

And now I offer u this: u and erwin having a full-blown makeout session in the elevator only to have him acting like nothing happened when the door opens

Oh! Anon,

Mind if I call you 💦 Anon? Because you ask all the right questions. I’m legit dizzy from this thirst. You know those extreeeeeeeemely intense make out sessions that are sometimes even better than sex? Yes, Erwin is expert at those. Obviously.

Hope you enjoy reading this because I certainly enjoyed writing it.

CW: Teasing, Heavvvvvy make-out sesh in the elevator, Erwin staying true to his Devil title, No explicit smut but very very suggestive.

WC: ~1.5k

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You should've known.

Right, when Erwin laid eyes on you when you strutted out of the bathroom in that stunning black Balenciaga gown with a thigh-high slit, and purred, “Don’t get too attached to the dress, gorgeous. I’m going to rip it off you.” in your ears, you should’ve known what was coming for you. His deep voice sent a chill down your spine and straight to your core, making it obvious that you had walked right into the lion’s den looking like a Michelin star meal served on a silver platter.

You too couldn’t help but admire how suave he looked in his Givenchy suit that fit him like a glove. The contrast of the jet-black fabric against his neatly set champagne hair and cerulean eyes, the gold cufflinks that mirrored the sparkle in them, the Rolex on his wrist that screamed royalty had you painfully chewing your lower lip on the car ride to the event, suppressing the urge to ditch the dinner and head back home.

After a long week at work, you and your friends had decided to unwind for the weekend and splurge at the iconic rooftop restaurant on the 57th floor of a building, right in the middle of downtown. Tensions were high as you sat at the table beside Erwin, unsuccessfully trying to focus on a conversation with Nanaba and Hange.

Their words sounded like gibberish as they happily chatted away about God knows what, completely oblivious to what the pristine white table cloth hid underneath it. All you could do was smile and nod, for your focus was entirely pinned on Erwin’s hand nonchalantly resting on your thigh. Veiled behind the immaculate silk covers of the table. He skillfully kneaded your skin like dough, not even sparing a glance in your direction, a finger occasionally stretching out to tease your slit through the flimsy fabric of your dress.

What started off as stolen glances, lingering touches, and quiet words in each other's ears, quickly escalated into this ruthless teasing frenzy that had you choking on thin air. You had half a mind to just move his hand further up where you were aching for his touch. But even through the lusty daze, the idea of intensely orgasming in front of your friends and other strangers was unwelcome. His grip on your thigh was strong enough that no amount of your strength was able to peel it away. You were just going to have to brave it out till he’d finally decide to have mercy.

So, you gulped the lump in your throat down for the nth time and fiddled with the ‘E’ shaped pendant of your necklace while squeezing your thighs together as tightly as possible and making a feeble attempt to participate in conversation with the others. You turned towards Erwin a couple of times, aghast at his composure and ability to hold a perfectly normal exchange with Moblit, sitting opposite to him even when he was hard as a rock down below.

Your eyes briefly met Levi’s and Miche’s, and the very contrasting looks they threw at you were a clear indication that they had deciphered exactly what was going on. Miche shook his head, eyes crinkling as he smirked from over the rim of his glass of whiskey; while Levi scoffed and looked away, the hue of pink on his cheeks visible through the ambient lighting. You cleared your throat, pretending to not have noticed the two and bringing your attention back to Hange and Nanaba who were exceptionally chirpy today.

“Hey, guys?”, the calmness in Erwin’s voice almost startled you. “I’m sorry we can’t stay for dinner. Something uhh... came up.”

You inhaled deeply and pursed your lips, meeting his wicked gaze with yours of disbelief at the pun he had the audacity to make, only to be spooked further by Miche who had just snorted his drink and was coughing violently. With everyone’s attention diverted towards the wheezing man, Erwin tugged on your elbow and whisked you towards the exit.

He held you close by your shoulders as you both walked away, making sure that your body hid the visible bulge in his trousers that was digging into the small of your back. His fingers roamed the naked expanse of your arms as you waited for the elevator, leaving a trail of goosebumps where they lingered. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull when his breath fanned against your ears, your own breathing heightened in anticipation of what was to happen when you finally got home. But Erwin had plans to begin early.

The elevator finally arrived and he gently nudged you inside. You pressed the button to the basement and turned around only to be faced with his broad chest inches from yourself. Looking up, you met his piercing gaze, feeling minuscule under the towering presence of the man, like an innocent doe staring into the eyes of the beast about to devour her. Except you wanted nothing more than to be devoured.

“That lipstick’s been bothering me all night.”, he breathed right as the doors closed behind him.

Like a tiger going in for the kill, he moved at a lightning-fast speed and slammed his lips against yours before you could even conjure up a response; the force sending both of you stumbling until you crashed into the wall at the back with a loud thud. His strawberry tongue took no time to barge into your mouth, embroiled in a battle for dominance with yours. You stood no chance at winning, already having gone weak in the knees from the ordeal he had put you through all evening.

Moaning and groaning into each other's mouths, you held onto his shoulders for dear life while his hands explored your body. They found your heaving breasts and began kneading them with vigor. Fingers flicked and pinched your nipples peeking through the thin silk of your dress, making you arch your back further into him. He caressed his way down your torso, heavily grinding his painfully hard bulge into your lower stomach until he reached the curve of your butt.

In another swift motion, you felt your feet leave the floor when he swooped your limp form off it and pinned you up against the wall. You strangely welcomed the lack of air from being sandwiched between his searing torso and the cold steel, the pain only adding to the pleasure. Like pieces of a puzzle, his crotch had perfectly aligned with your dripping core and you cursed the damned pieces for clothing for keeping you away from being impaled by him.

“Fuck! Erwin, you’re killing me.”, you hissed as he sunk his teeth into your lip.

“I’m killing you?... You’re the one... who’s been killing me slowly all evening... looking like that.”, he breathed in between kisses, leaving a trail of cherry bruises down your jawline and on to your neck.

An audible sigh escaped your lips when he latched on to your sweet spot, swirling his tongue and suckling on the part where your jaw met your neck. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper when he ran his hand through your hair and tugged, your head making a dull clunk against the metal. He ran his tongue down the column of your neck, moaning against your skin when you ran yours over his ear. You dug your nails into his back when he arrived at your collar bone, wrapping your legs even tighter around his body and making his bulge thrust harder into you.

“Fuck.”, you grunted in unison.

The ding of the elevator meant nothing to you. But Erwin suddenly moved away, still keeping an arm around you to make sure you stood firmly back on the floor. You whined at the abrupt lack of proximity. The heat of his body vanished and all you were left with was an unpleasant, cold emptiness. You looked at him longingly, your eyes dazed and glossy with lust. He smiled down at you, brushing his thumb against the corner of your mouth to rub off the last remnants of your ox-blood lipstick.

“There. All gone.”, he cooed.

He quickly moved your frozen body back in front of his and brushed his fingers through your hair and through his own to straighten up your appearance. The doors opened to reveal the eager faces of strangers waiting to get into the elevator. Their expressions dropped when it didn’t take them even a moment to recognize what the two of you had been up to – your hooded eyes, heaving chests, and swollen lips giving it all away.

“Come on, now. We have business to attend to at home.”, he whispered, lacing his fingers with yours and collecting your Jimmy Choo’s off the floor that you didn’t even remember shedding.

Flashing them his signature polite smile, he dragged you away towards your Range Rover, looking forward to continuing the escapade.

Eeeyeah... I'm gonna go touch some grass now. Sorry if the end was random. I’m S.P.E.N.T from writing hornè things for the commander uff

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[ack3rlady]

do u ever think about dominating ur anime fav? bc sometimes all i want is to be on top of levi and see him become a whiny mess under me

Oooh (not so) Anon,

Did you put a chip inside my head? Because I’ve found myself thinking about this on many, many occasions. Also, I may have gone overboard with this because... well... Erwin. I was just gonna write down my opinion but it turned into a whole ass imagine.

It’s Erwin’s birthday today and what a day you have chosen to send me my first thirst ask! Yay! Thank you :)

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CW: Oral (M receiving), SoftDom!Reader, Handcuffs

Can you imagine the power trip while dominating someone who is imposing enough that people tremble in his presence, someone who commands an entire fucking army, someone who overthrew the royal fucking government? And to have that man lying helplessly under you while you pull the strings? It's his birthday today and you’re obviously not going to let him do any work.

I’m going absolutely feral over it.

To have those piercing blue eyes pinned on your curves, hands aching to feel them. He’s begging you to give him what he’s dying for only to be teased by you for a few more minutes. He's not used to being ordered around. So, when you command the commander, your words are going to travel straight to his dick. And the more you keep him waiting, the more restless he gets, almost threatening to break out of the handcuffs with his raw strength. He grits his teeth and growls every time you feign innocence and flash that angelic smile at him, imagining ways to get back at you once you’re done ‘properly wishing him a happy birthday’.

He can't suppress the loud hiss that leaves his lips when you finally decide to give him his birthday present or the airy ahhh that immediately follows, eyes involuntarily fluttering shut and head lolling back in pleasure from the heat of your mouth. His lust filled eyes then follow your every move as you take him in inch by inch, making his heart race fast enough that he’s yearning to cum at the very sight of you. He wonders how you're so gifted with your tongue, hitting just the spots that drive him insane. You’re obviously doing it intentionally, given how you’re cheekily smiling up at him with glistening eyes.

And after all that teasing and tempting, he’s not going to last too long; not even half as long as he usually does. Gleaming droplets of sweat cover his forehead, drenching the golden strands of his hair, his breathing getting haggard. The usually silent commander releases with a loud groan, not giving a flying fuck that anyone overhearing your escapade.

“Happy birthday, Dancho.”, you tease some more, crawling up to him with a grin.

He can taste himself on your lips when you ravish him with a wet, sloppy kiss while simultaneously untying his hands, not realizing that the savory sweetness of your tongue has got him going once more. The moment that his hands are free, it doesn’t take him too long to cease power again. It is his profession, right? Suddenly, you find yourself pinned to the mattress with this hulking man towering over your puny body, looking down at you like he hasn’t had a meal in days.

Yeah, you’re pretty much done for.

(also, this is my first time writing anything smutty to please excuse me if you find this cringe)

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[ack3rlady]

Opened Thirsty Thursdays back up 💀

I have a couple of old thirsts in my inbox from before my writing hiatus that need quenching. But feel free to send in some if you’d like!

<Make sure you go through the rules before you head to my asks though>

[ack3rlady]

Ooooh for the thirsts, Hange and you finally have time to spend together after 2 weeks of barely talking bc of work. Hange, with pent up energy and feelings of missing you, puts you in many positions throughout the night and you just bend to their will. They’re very sensual and gentle, giving you lots of praises but also just dominating you (and giving you a good ol spanking lol) (I’m 21 btw, let me know if you’d rather I dm you) 💜💜💜

A/N: May I call you 💜 Anon?

Okay, this is my first time writing anything that’s not plain old hetero content. So, thank you for the challenge! I’m venturing into brand new territory here... which means that this might be a little vanilla and I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you!

CW: Soft Dom! Hange x Fem Bodied! Reader, Oral (Reader receiving), Hange is a sexy menace.

WC: ~1.3k

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You looked out of the window as the sun set beyond Wall Rose, and let out a long, suffering sigh. This time of the day was especially painful to spend all by yourself. Turning around to look inside, you perused over your room. It was spotless. A bit too clean, for Hange hadn't been in there since the last two weeks. The sheets on your bed were creaseless, pillows fluffed. For the first time in months, you could see the dark wooden floor that wasn’t covered in papers and strange smelling spills.

You hated to admit it, but you missed the mess.

You missed watching them flounder around from place to place, about to trip over the tool box they carelessly left on the floor; their figure bent over their work desk in the dead of the night, working on something you couldn’t remotely comprehend. You brushed your fingers over its edge, a smile growing on your lips in anticipation of tomorrow.

They were finally going to return after two long weeks at the old headquarters where they were conducting research on the newly discovered titan shifter. You leaned against the large oak table, flipping the pages of their journal and inhaling the aroma of ink on the paper that always reminded you of them.

You were ripped out of your reverie with a harsh kiss planted on your cheek, your eyes instantly widening upon spotting Hange standing right in front of you, beaming as brightly as the morning sun.  You were so happily taken aback that you continued to gape at them before they finally decided to break the spell by bringing their lips to yours, harshly pulling you towards themselves.

“Walls! I missed you so much!”, they growled against your lips.

“Hange, weren’t you supposed to be back tomorrow?”, you broke away, making them frown.

“Like I said. I missed you so much!”, they were grinning again, their fingers hastily beginning to unbutton your shirt.

“But-”

“Shhh... Less talking, more stripping.”, they breathed in your ear while leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck, making you inhale sharply.

The airy, white shirt, the only piece of clothing you planned to wear to bed for the night, was off and sent flying across the room by a zealous Hange. They rubbed their hands together, grinning as they admired your figure from head to toe. You bit your lip, coyly pressing your thighs together, knowing what was to happen.

They bent over, continuing the string of kisses down the valley of your breasts as ran their fingers up and down the curves of your waist, causing a blanket of goosebumps to envelope your body. Their arms traveled down your ass and to your thighs. With a swift move, they lifted you to sit you down on their desk.

“Mmmm... So gorgeous.”, they cooed, lovingly gazing into your eyes while running both their hands from your knees, up your thighs.

The feeling of their cold, calloused palms against the buttery skin of your legs made your breath hitch, making your core throb with thrill. They slowly parted your legs, their eyes blowing wide at the view. Hange ran a finger through your folds at a painfully sluggish pace, bringing the gleaming finger to their mouth and sucking it clean. They inhaled deeply as you whimpered, their breath fanning against your slicked folds on its way out, sending shivers down your spine.

“Dinner’s ready!”, they cheered before plunging down without a warning.

“Hange!”, you yelped, tightly gripping their chestnut hair in response.

They moaned into you; the vibration of their voice along with the ministrations of their tongue against your clit almost blacking your vision. The jolt made you back away involuntarily. But they only pulled you forward, their fingers roughly digging into your thighs.

They lapped at your bud mercilessly, staring up at your face contorted with a sinful combination of pleasure and pain, with that usual mischievous glint in their eyes. Their glasses fogged as they breathed, their tongue relentlessly running through your folds, exploring their every nook and cranny. You were moaning, no, practically screaming at this point.

“Han- Hange... Slow down!”, you squeaked.

“Can’t you see that I’m starving, baby?”, they spoke into your core, their voice accompanied by lewd squelching.

And starving, they were. Absolutely cruel with their inflictions, they rapidly swirled their tongue over your aching bud, the subtle coarseness of the muscle pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You made sounds that could only be described as guttural moans as they frequently sniggered with pride over the effect they were having on you.

Their bespectacled eyes roamed your heaving breasts, skin gleaming with droplets of sweat. They could feel themselves get even more aroused as you brought an arm up to squeeze them softly, teeth pinching your lower lip as you tried to stifle your voice.

"If only you could see yourself right now!", they breathed. "So beautiful."

You cussed under your breath, feeling that familiar heat growing within you, ready to explode. Hange noticed it too, seeing how your breaths kept getting more haggard and your neck had gone limp. You began grinding against their mouth, inviting the high to wash over you. Your actions only spurred them on as they now began to gently nip at you. They added their fingers to the mix, rubbing brisk circles on your clit as their tongue rhythmically went in and out of your dripping hole.

The coil in your stomach tightened to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore, and you came without a warning. Your nails painfully dug into the dark wood of their desk as you chanted their name repeatedly as if worshipping a deity as you rode your high. They were no less than one, for only divine intervention could elevate you to a peak this immense.

You stared at the canvas of the pale ceiling, watching infinite stars of many colors dancing before your eyes. Gasping for air as they lapped up everything you gave them, you finally looked down at their smiling face still nestled in between your legs, making a feeble attempt at smoothing down their hair that you had ravaged.

They stood up, coming closer to kiss you deeply, giving you a taste of yourself. The salt burned the cuts that you inflicted upon yourself by harshly biting your own lips. They broke away and tucked a strand of your own disarrayed locks behind your ears, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“See! That’s how much I missed you.”, they smiled.

“Oi! Do you two perverts have to let the whole headquarters know what you're up to? Keep it down!”, Levi’s voice bellowed from the other side of the wall, followed by three loud thuds.

“How polite of you to wait all the way till we finished to tell us that!”, Hange screamed back.

They gave out a hearty laugh upon seeing you shrink into an almost fetal position with embarrassment. You looked at them questioningly as they walked into the closet while unbuttoning their shirt. Your jaw slacked when they walked out a few minutes later wearing nothing but the strap-on they had made with their own hands, flashing you with yet another sinister grin.

“Shorty’s been a complete prick for these past two weeks.”, they licked their lips as they strutted towards you. Running their hand on the smooth surface of the partition that divided your quarters from his, they asked, “Do you think he’ll hear you better when I fuck you against this wall?”

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[ack3rlady]

Ohayo!

♡ I go by Mia; will also respond to Mrs. Smith.

♡ 29 | She/Her

♡ Multi Lingual

♡ MBTI: INTJ

♡ My Hobbies: Biking, Kayaking, Writing, Doodling, Reading, Gardening, Star gazing, Baking, Daydreaming and also nightdreaming.

♡ My ship(s) - Erwin x Mia

♡ If there’s anything else you want to know about me, don’t hesitate to ask!

♡ Please don't expect regular updates from me. I create when I can and tend to run out of motivation far too easily. But I'm always ready to discuss HCs and fawn over our favorite characters. So, drop by my inbox any time you'd like!

♡ I currently only write and draw for Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin

♡ My comfort characters: Erwin, Levi, Hange, Miche/Mike

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Thirsty Thursdays

Status: Closed

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Rules:

Head to my Ask to drop in ideas for an AoT thirst. You can send me multiple, but I'll only be able to put out one each week given I have other WIPs to work on.

My fav characters to thirst after: Erwin, Levi, Miche and Hange. I can try writing for the 104ths and Warriors but I will age them up.

If you plan to send it anonymously, please specify your age in the ask or send me a private message with your age. I will not respond to ageless anons, minors and ageless blogs.

I will not write dark content, and reserve the right to ignore asks that I'm not comfortable answering.

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If you are a minor, you are welcome to explore the rest of my account!

Thirsts quenched so far...

Happy Birthday, Dancho | Erwin

Elevator Escapades | Erwin

Two Weeks Too Long | Hange

Precious | Erwin

Play Time | Levi

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