#erwin thirst

[xfgpng]

“take it slow for me baby, go slow”

you’ve always been an impatient person. you move so fast that you feel yourself getting so frustrated and overwhelmed by everything.

he’s always there for you though, ready to remind you to relax and take a breather. it’s more than okay to slow things down and take your time, you’ll still get the same results and you’ll feel even better than you would’ve if you rushed things.

“that’s it baby, just like that” he grins, his large hands guiding your hips to move slowly. he’s so deep inside you like this. he loves when you’re the one on top, riding him and trying to take all of him at once.

it amuses him to watch your brows furrow in concentration as you bite the inside your cheek. it’s always the same determined look that gets him going no matter how many times he’s seen it.

“right there” you moan, arching your back beautifully as you feel him press up against your cervix. like this, you’re so close and he couldn’t go deeper even if he wanted to, and he does. he craves being apart of you, being inside you more than anything else.

“yeah?” he groans, slapping your ass when you clench around him. he doesn’t want it to end just yet. you have all night.

you nod, eyes tearing up at how good he always makes you feel. you feel him everywhere like this and you understand why he wants you to take it slow.

the drag of his cock against your walls feels heavenly and he wants to savour the feeling for as long as he can.

“so good for me” he praises, “my good girl”

| aizawa, hawks, erwin, levi, nanami&gojo

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

It's so sexy with the fucking smooth transition. It gets to me.

[arteastica]

Alright, hear me out. It’s early in the morning and you decide to go for a swim in the mountain springs near the base, only to find the commander has beaten you to it. You know you should probably turn back and come back later, and you also know it would be very inappropriate to stare. So why is it that, instead of leaving, you decide to stay and enjoy the view?

[iwaizumis-bitch]

PERV-FECT DAY FOR A POOL PARTY!

haikyuu + aot men being pervy at the pool!

CONTENT WARNINGS: pervy men, groping/fondling, semi-public male masturbation, non-con photos

WORD COUNT: 858

the sunscreen applies

they just want a feel! that can’t be that bad, right? he'll offer to lather you up, big hands feeling every inch of your skin that he could. 'sorry, it's cold', he'll whisper into your ear, massaging the sunscreen into your shoulders. he'll dip lower, fighting the dirty thoughts in his mind to unclasp the frilly bikini. they'll smooth over your mid-back, fingertips pressing into your ribs. truth is, he didn't really want to be here. a pool party just wasn't his scene. but if he got to feel you all over with no excuse? he would put up with it. his fingers trail upwards slowly cupping your tits gently from the side, cock stirring in his swim trunks. he'll pull away after a few moments, continuing lathering the cream down to your lower back, tongue poking out between his lips as he stares at your ass, barely covered by the flimsy bikini bottoms. he takes in a sharp breath, hands moving to cup your ass cheeks before his mind could comprehend what he was doing. you didn't move away, much to his shock. you breathed out a sigh of..relief?, maybe even pleasure? as he fondled your ass cheeks, rubbing in the cream with his cock leaky in his board shorts. you finally turn around, giving him a few of those perfect tits as you looking at with a sultry look in your eyes through your sunglasses. 'thank you, (name), but it's not really that sunny today', you say, giving him a coy smirk as he looks at the sky, which was mostly cloudy. fuck.

kenma, sakusa, levi, armin, tsukishima, kyoutani, aone, kageyama, asahi, akaashi

swim buddies

swim buddies!! they’ll dive into the water below you, getting a blurry peek of your pretty body through the chlorine. he’ll challenge you to all kinds of games, swimming races, who can hold their breath the longest, but his favourite game to play is chicken fighting. whenever someone brings it up, he’s always opting you to be his partner, bragging about how good you two are together. he’ll crouch under the water, a small smirk catching the corner of his lips as he feels your thighs wrap around his head. he loops his arms around them, using your hips to hold you up. god, he just wishes his face was the other way around, but this would have to do. he’ll hold onto you tightly as you attempt to knock the other girl off, giggling and swaying all over the place, after you almost slip off, he’ll grab your asscheeks to keep you in place. he hopes no one’s wearing goggles, because his cock is rock hard against his his shorts as he feels your squeeze your thighs around his head. eventually, you lose your balance and fall over, splashing into the water. he grabs you by your waist, pulling you back up much to your dismay. as you roll your eyes at him. ‘you always drop me!’, you complain, leaning your head against the brick ledge against the pool. he only chuckles bashfully, flicking your forehead teasingly. ‘not my fault you wiggle around too much’, he retorts, resting his hand down on the ledge behind you. he’s glad you can’t see his other hand beneath the water, palming his erection through his jeans whilst he reminisces the feeling of your asscheeks on his hands.

atsumu, matsukawa, eren, jean, oikawa, hinata, kuroo, tendou, connie

the sun tanners

the men who prefer to lay back in their sunchair, a pair of sunglasses over their eyes and the sun shining down on their stomachs. he'll have a pair of dark shades over his eyes, hiding his wandering eyes from anyone who was curious. he'll prop his knees up, resting a towel over them nonchalantly. then, he'll slowly slip a hand under the towel, under the elastic of his board shorts as he starts to toy with his cock. his eyes are glued on you, sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet dipped into the water. he could see the curve of your ass from here, aching to get a feel of it. he swore if he looked close enough, he could see your nipples becoming erect through the skimpy fabric which did a pathetic job of covering your tits. he breathes in shakily when you laugh at something the guy trying to chat you up says, making your chest jiggle seductively. he hisses, pressing his thumb against the head of his cock as it leaks with pre cum. it wasn't enough, seeing you like this now. he quickly used his other hand to pull his phone from his bag, doing a double take to check no one was behind him to witness the perverted act he was about to commit. he quickly opened the camera app, using his pointer and thumb to zoom in the camera as far in as he could. he lifts his phone up to his face, pretending to be scrolling through social media as he presses the white button repeatedly. capturing your sexy body in all different angles and poses, and you were oblivious to it. oblivious to the fact that he would shortly leave, examining his photography work with a small smirk on his face. you were too easy.

ushijima, erwin, sugawara, zeke, reiner, suna, osamu, iwaizumi

thank you for reading!! likes, reblogs, follows, and general feedback are all appreciated♥️

[kanekisfavoritegf]

I am so exicted to do Kinktober this year. It is such a happy time for me because it means it has been a year since I came to the decision to start writing fanfics.

I am so grateful to be able to be in a space that creates content for black women and just anime/ manga enjoyers period. Even with its ups and downs, I will forever be thankful for my amazing mutuals.

Most of these will be JJK characters except for the last week which will be AOT.

As always Minors, Blankblogs, and ageless blogs pl don’t interact! 🩷

READ THIS PLEASE!!

Witchy Y/N and her Lover

◉ Bring me to life - Choso

◉ Double Double Toil and Trouble - Nanami

◉ Entranced - Sukuna

Recently awakened Y/N in mediaeval times gets gifted the sight and starts seeing demons everywhere…

◉ Human Pet - Geto ♡

◉ To Be Ruined - Gojo ♡

◉ Toji

A place where your screams can’t be heard…

◉ Dare or Dare - Gojo & Geto

An exorcism can’t save Y/N now…

◉ Armin

◉ Eren

◉ Erwin

◉ Prayer Group FT…

[undersero]

I am being so normal about Erwin Smith. I just wanna sit in his lap and admire him while he reads. I want him to fill me up so completely that there’s more of him inside me than of myself. I want to sit across the table from him on a warm and sunny morning, sipping coffee as we wake up. I would litter his neck and collarbones with my love bites so everyone knows he’s spoken for. I would use his soap in the shower so I can smell like him if I’m missing him a little extra that day. I want to keep a locked album of my phone full of videos of how he looks when he’s cumming in me. He has a similar one, starring me. His bright red handprints on my skin brand me as his. And don’t get me started on how he towers over me, because I could go on.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Y'all mofos have no taste.

"Gilbert's hotter", "Arundel's hotter".

WRONG

Count Erwin Fritz Gloucster is the hottest old guy in the 3houses/hopes games and one of the most valid mofos in Hopes in general.

Y'all are sleeping on this man.

[unicornshaven]

📁📂 Reiner & you <3 ↴

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[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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[yourlocalfandomfreak]

erwin smith is so fucking fine and for what,,

[levmada]

uuuy thinking about an eruri threesome with levi in between giving him the fuck he especially deserves.

erwin sitting up so levi’s thighs are pinned as open as possible around erwin’s wide hips n he still seems so small in his arms. especially as fat as erwin’s cock is hammering into him. hange on top, their lips sliding from levi’s gaping mouth to erwin’s neck. levi is helpless pinned between them, his cock buried in hange and erwin’s cock pounding into him. he’s shaking and near delirious, constantly tightening, working erwin’s cock. he doesn’t even know to fuck backwards or forwards.

hange takes leverage from erwin’s shoulder to fuck themself but levi comes first, his head lulling back onto erwin’s shoulder with a hoarse shout and harsh, hitched moans. erwin is never one to lose control, always so well mannered but he curses roughly in levi’s ear. their bodies rocking together.

levi blubbering nonsense, how it’s too much, but after draining his balls into hange’s cunt he’s hard again in minutes. they use him up. milk him until he has nothing left

[ry0chann]

lazy morning sex with Erwin. that is all.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I'm disgusted with myself for taking one of the saddest parts of Attack on Titan and using it for my sick, personal enjoyment. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. 😏

[saenora]

@leviismybby HAS RUINED ME.

[touyaspeach]

I need Erwin to spear me on his cock rn

[alltimefail-sims]

2 /16/32/38 for hubby [Erwin]

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

Erwin loves his mom. I wish I had a more interesting answer, but yeah... he loves both his parents. They did their best, he saw them struggle and they didn't always handle things as well as they could have, but he understands that they're people with their own stress, flaws, and grief. He doesn't hate anything about her, and he admires her patience. He wishes he had her reflexive ability to breathe, to forgive, and ultimately move on. She was a good influence on him, perhaps the best thing that she gave him was acceptance. When he is hard on himself, he knows he can turn to her for reassurance that doesn't come with pity or judgment.

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

Right now Erwin has two jobs - the first being the conspiracy roadside attraction stand, which is really silly but has served its purpose of making the locals underestimate him as the "harmless weird kid" and "curious out-of-towner." The second job is his podcast, which is more of a labor of love than something that pays the bills. He has a very niche audience lmao but it's fun and takes some stress away. He hates his uniform at the conspiracy stand but likes how it is a good place to get information on the town. He likes the freedom his podcast provides and the material, but hates all the bullshit marketing he would need to do to gain a bigger audience... he doesn't want to "hustle," or "influence," he wants to vibe and talk about true crime, scientific anomalies, and unsolved mysteries on the internet... but that doesn't make money.

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

HAHAHAHAHAHA not well 👍!! I want to note that Erwin has crippling anxiety among other issues yet to be diagnosed and he's not medicated or in therapy but probably should be. That being said, his response really depends on who or what is causing the stress in the first place, but in general he usually responds evasively with a "fuck it" attitude under stress. He tends to seclude himself and this has hurt friendships AND relationships. He also can have a tendency to be outright self-destructive under stress. But if he really, deeply cares about something... he will soften quite a bit. He is capable of doing the work to be better but doesn't think he is worth it.

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

Yeah, "basically negative" is a good way to put his outlook on most things unfortunately, and he's definitely paranoid/suspicious by nature. He just assumes most people have bad intentions and that with every opened curiosity door comes a hidden ugly; that's the price of truth.

Prompt here - ask me about my OCs!