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blondeboyfriend · 12 days

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𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Erwin Smith x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Soooo this is an oldie from 2021. I only did some light editing so if this fic has an amateur hour feel... that's because it does. [ SYNOPSIS ] A solo training session goes to shit when you get stuck in a tree. [ WORD COUNT ] 1.6k [ CONTENT ] PWP in the purest sense, stuckage, dubcon, y/n gets her ass ate, Erwin kisses you post-ass eating, dumbification (Erwin), knife play, size kink, creampie, I don't even know how this whole situation would work physically so just enjoy the ride.

“Shit!”

Launching yourself into a tree was never on your list of things you were desperate to experience. That list was reserved for things like outdrinking Moblit, slaying 100 titans unassisted, and planting a big wet kiss on your comrade Erwin. Nowhere on this hypothetical list was such a sad spectacle.

At least you were training, it's not like you were outside the walls where this would be a deadly issue. No, this was just woefully embarrassing.

“Damn.”

You tugged at your equipment and came to the crippling realization that you were totally stuck.

“You gotta be kidding me,” you muttered. “This is great. I love this for me.”

Shimmying around didn’t help and using the tree as leverage and kicking yourself backwards just slammed you back into the tree. Blood dripped from your nose as you tried to rub the pain away.

At least you were upright.

“Come on, come the fuck on,” you whined, bouncing up and down.

You were hovering just above the ground, it wouldn’t be that bad of a drop. Sure you’d bruise your ass and walk around funny for a day or two, but it beat swinging around in a tree hoping someone would come by and rescue you.

You continued to bounce but it was no use. Your harness might as well have been one with the tree.

“So… This is it. This is how I die.”

Your legs dangled in the air. You tried one last time to break the branch by bouncing, but nothing came of it.

“Everything okay over there?”

You perked up at the sound of a deep, silky voice in the distance. Erwin crested over the hill, your predicament on full display.

“Hi,” you said, waving pathetically. “I’m, uh, just hanging.”

“I can see that,” he said, making his way over to you. “Dare I ask how this happened?”

“I was training too vigorously obviously.”

He gave you a warm laugh. “I can see that. I’m sure the Commander will be proud.”

You held your hands to your cheeks with mock surprise.

“You think so?!”

Erwin smiled and patted your leg. He was eye level with your crotch. Something in his expression was unsettling. You were never great at reading Erwin, but this was a look you were completely unfamiliar with.

“I’m certain,” he said, letting his hand linger on your thigh.

You jerked your leg out of reach but you ended up swinging back towards him despite this. Erwin grabbed you by the ankle.

“You gonna help me or what? I’m getting hungry.”

You tacked on a nervous laugh and nudged him with your knee.

“I’ll help you, but there will be a price,” he said coyly.

You gulped. You just knew he was going to ask for access to your secret coffee rations.

“I keep it under my bed!” you blurted out.

Erwin raised an eyebrow and frowned. “What are you talking about?”

As you went to speak he interrupted you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he purred. “You’re not very good at hiding your feelings.”

You wriggled around, but Erwin gripped your hips holding you in place.

“Whatever. Yes, I have a crush on you. Big deal. So does everyone else.”

He chuckled. “I’m not nearly as popular as you think I am, but I appreciate that you hold me in such high regard.”

“Don’t give me that fake humble shit. Just wait and help me. We can talk about my repayment later.”

“I can’t wait.”

You gulped again. While it was true you had a sick crush on Erwin you weren’t exactly comfortable with his actions. You desperately wanted to feel the ground beneath your feet. You weren’t a fucking bird just because you had the wings of freedom on your uniform.

“Erwin, please.”

“I already told you I can’t wait.”

“Erwin. Seriously. Come on.”

“We’re through talking about this.”

Erwin took out a small utility knife and carefully slit a hole in your pants.

“Wait!”

He smirked and said calmly, “Don’t be scared.”

“You have a very sharp blade near my—”

“Hush, I know what I’m doing. Don’t you trust me?”

He spun you around so that your ass was facing him. His hands wandered down the inside of your thighs, lightly pinching the flesh. He pried apart the slit he made in your pants and ripped the hole open. As his knuckles grazed your folds you let out a quiet moan.

Your underwear were ripped apart with ease. You thought about how awkward it was going to be walking back to the barracks. There was no way you could slyly hide the gaping hole in your pants. You shook your head, trying to force the thoughts from your mind. After all, you had always wanted something like this to happen. So many nights you spent fingering yourself pretending it was Erwin’s rough hands delving into you. So many nights you moaned his name, praying no one could hear how debauched you sounded.

“Be gentle.”

“I’ll certainly try, but I can make no promises,” he said, spanking your ass with his weighty hand.

You felt Erwin’s hot breath against your cunt. He gripped your hips and pulled your ass close to his face and buried it in between your cheeks. His tongue prodded your hole.

“Whoa! Hey!”

Erwin hummed in response, you could tell he thought this was all rather hilarious.

“What would you do if someone caught us?”

“Cry. Scream. Beg for help or a piece of bread. I’m so hungry,” you whined.

“And you think I’m not?”

He continued to eat your ass, using his rough calloused hands to spread your cheeks. His nose drifted along your crack as his tongue worked its way around your hole.

“Fu—fuck. That feels so good,” you choked out.

Your hand trailed down to your crotch and you rubbed at your clit. You were overcome with pleasure. Even the potential of getting caught drove you wild. If someone were to see you like this you could have bragging rights. I mean it’s not like many people had their ass eaten by Erwin.

Erwin moaned as he undid his pants, pulling out his fully erect cock. Little pearls of precum dribbled from the tip. He stroked his cock furiously as he drove his tongue into your ass.

“Ah, shit. Erwin, f—fuck.”

Coherent thoughts were out of the question. You were thankful Erwin had his face buried in your ass so he couldn’t probe you with questions. He looked like a talker.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, voice dripping with ardor.

He spun you around, giving you a full view of his raging erection.

“Y—yes,” you said through gritted teeth.

You could taste your orgasm, see it over the horizon. Your hand continued to encircle your clit, picking up the pace as Erwin choked his cock with his fist. He was blushing like crazy. You had never seen Erwin look so boyish. He was practically coming apart at the seams. His flaxen hair, usually so perfect, was a mess and hung in his face. There was a level of power you felt that was pure ecstasy. You never imagined you could make your comrade feel quite like this.

“You seem to be having a good time,” you said, applying more pressure to your clit.

“Did you think I wouldn’t? Do you realize how badly I’ve wanted to do something like this with you?”

“Seriously?” you said, driving your fingers into your wet cunt.

Erwin nodded and grabbed the knife he had chucked on the ground. He swung it upwards and nicked the part of your gear that was snagged on the tree branch. He caught you with his free arm. He laid you on the ground, your body in the shadow of his.

“May I?” he asked, stroking his cock.

A quiet “mhm” was all you could get out.

He slid himself inside you and thrusted away. Your cunt welcomed his thick cock; you clenched around his length. Erwin’s name lilted off your lips.

“Keep saying my name,” he grunted, his rough thumb now gliding along your clit.

You were happy to oblige.

Erwin drove his cock further inside you, cupping your face with his free hand. He looked into your eyes; there was nothing going on in that big brain of his. He was positively fucked out as his balls slapped up against your taint.

“Er—Erwin, fuck, I’m so close.”

He pounded his cock into you; you felt as though he’d split you in two. He stroked your lip with his thumb and kissed you. His tongue dived into your mouth, rolling against yours. He moaned through the kiss as he pumped you full of his cum, slamming his cock into your cervix.

Breaking the kiss he said, “Are you gonna cum like a good girl?”

You gazed up at him starry-eyed and nodded quickly. He pressed his lips against your neck and started to suck. You wrapped your arms around him and clung to him as your orgasm crescendoed. Nothing could beat this feeling, not even killing every titan outside the walls single-handedly could compare.

You tried to catch your breath and Erwin pulled his cock out of you. He marveled at his cum leaking from your puffy, throbbing cunt. He looked so proud.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked sheepishly.

You smiled and nodded with a level of enthusiasm you never gifted anyone.

“Yes… Maybe next time I can not be stuck in a tree…”

Erwin laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Of course,” he said, panting. “Anything for you.”

He kissed your forehead and helped you up. He whipped off his cape and wrapped it around you, hiding the giant rip in your pants.

“Are you still hungry? I really do owe you dinner.”

You’d never seen your comrade like this. You were used to prim and proper Erwin who begrudgingly laughed at your dick jokes, not this embarrassed young man who was enamored with you.

“I would love that. I need bread. And maybe a nap.”

#erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #snk smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #.fics #.aot #.erwin #reader insert #x reader

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abyssee · 7 months

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Top row: Goose, Skunk, Cindermouth and Stalk Bottom row: Giggle, Valiant, Wander, Formidable and Tumbleweed all belong to @louaseau, except for the two pastel babes cuddling.

Terrible format for tumblr, but we make do with what we have. These are some of the Bois-de-Pierre refugees who escaped the massacre as teens, plus the younger generations that were born at the Hautes-Rives. They are sharing their last meal before most of them would depart to try to reclaim their ancestral territory - and tragically fail. Only Valiant, the new leader, was resolved to stay, to move forward... and protect her sister Cindermouth and the pups from the scorn of the pack.

Short story under the cut!

The early days of spring warmth has belatedly reached the plains, messing for another year the migration patterns and birth season of the great herds. For one, the Haute-Rives pack hadn't complained about the delayed thawing, making good use of the snow mounds and mud puddles to slow their preys down. As spring had progressed, the movement of the herds were instead hindered by birthing, thus offering easy targets to a pack equally expanding through pup-rearing. On that day, Valiant had called upon her childhood friends to join her on what perhaps might be the last easy hunt they would know for a while, probably until the elk population moved back south during winter.

Following Giggle's intel, gained from crows, the small group had left the heart of their territory to join the herd on the great plains. Such intel lessened the need of being silently absorbed in tracking, allowing Valiant to set aside the weights of being a leader, the worries of being a sister, to simply enjoy the playfulness of boasting around. She moved alongside Formidable, the golden boy, while Giggle lead the way, snout in the air and strands of hair in the wind. Behind them, despite Skunk's plea for peace, Goose was mercilessly teasing Tumbleweed, a yearling still quite inexperienced in the art of hunting, but convinced he'd manage to take down an elk by himself.

And for once, life proved him right.

Their lucky star must have been shining upon them, for the crows didn't lead them directly to the herd, but to a grove sidelines where a doe had recently gave birth. Thanks to the birds, they positioned themselves into a crescent-shape on one side of the thicket, except for Giggle trotting to the other side and Formidable going even further. On the leader's signal, the first formation lunged onto their preys, who bolted upon hearing the first snapping of a twig. With the support of Goose, Tumbleweed charged the calf and managed to quickly subdue it, while Valiant and Skunk chased the mother. The bicolor male successfully snapped her shank once before the doe leaped over a boulder and outran them.

Not for long, though.

Giggle took over the chase, her slim body perfectly able to closely pursue the elk and pressure her into a grueling zigzag towards Formidable's position. Sporadically, Valiant and Skunk erupted to deliver swift bites to her limbs, until Goose caught up with them and bit the hindquarters strongly enough to get dragged along. The weight combined to the exhaustion of the run eventually forced the doe to slow down, thereby allowing Formidable to cut her off and jump at her throat. Suffocated by his powerful jaw, the doe expired a few minutes later. With her last exhalation, the hunters collapsed to the ground, remaining there however long it took to catch their breath, and then started gorging themselves on the fresh meat.

In the distance, the crows were encircling the area where the calf had been killed earlier, their chatter audible even from the pack's position. It took them a moment to identify yipping amongst the cawing, and another to realize what it meant. Following birds had the advantage of finding prey easily, but that necessarily meant any other predator in the region could do the same. In this specific case, coyotes. Having retained most of his energy thanks to the shortness of his pursuit, Formidable dashed towards the grove where the hunt had started. Not long after, Giggle sprung to her paws and did her best to follow him despite her exhaustion (and knowing she had about zero intimidation skills).

Meanwhile, Valiant, Skunk and Goose lagged behind, dragging the corpse in the direction of the rendezvous site to ensure the protection of their main course. They had almost arrived when the rest of the group caught up with them, returning empty handed. As proven by the fresh wounds and missing patches of fur, Tumbleweed had given his best to watch over his prized possession, to no avail. Even with reinforcement, the three wolves had been vastly outnumbered. The lean calf hadn't been worth the trouble, not with the adult they had slain. It still took some convincing to drag Tumbleweed out of that losing battle with the coyote pack. The yearling was still sulking when they arrived to the rendezvous site, but Goose managed to put a smile on his face by relating his "epic take down" of the juvenile.

With the carcass secured in an area a little less exposed than vast plains, and no coyote in sight, Valiant howled twice to invite her sister to join them. By the time Cindermouth appeared with her two pups struggling to keep up the pace, the hunting party was already far along the disembowelment process. The abundance of preys and their close bond meant quarrels rarely broke out during feeding time, although Tumbleweed was robbed once or twice of a juicy bit. In a similar unspoken hierarchy, Cindermouth inherited the leftovers more often than not, for her recent fiery incident had stripped her from any hunting abilities... and sociability. The rift between her and the rest of the pack, including their childhood friends, was widening despite Valiant's best efforts, and she wasn't sure weither the pups, in all their peculiarities, were helping her social pariah status or not. But Cinder was her sister, her only link to their deceased parents, and she'd do anything to give her and the pups a prosperous pack to thrive in, even if that meant adapting to life on the plains rather than repossessing their native forest.

Her ideals were, however, not shared by everyone of their clique. This moment was one of the very last times the group hunted together; a few months later, half of them were gone.

#wolf #wolf oc #wolf character #animal art #drawing #illustration #digital art #bean draws sometimes #an oldie from 2021 #wildstories #this has been in my draft since may and i forgor about it oops

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