#commander erwin

[moncherilim]

Look at them

[parkvcrs]

levi “my friends think i like to fight, but it's just not true. sometimes i lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but i’ve never enjoyed it. i’m not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite” ackerman

[idrawr16yt]

[dara-art]

«Levi snuggled back against him, giving a contented hum, and Erwin felt his heart swell. It was startling how quickly his feelings for Levi had blossomed. It was startling how quickly his goals were shifting and bending, making space to fit Levi into every single one of them.»

Ch. 14

He Chose Titans by masksarehot

this ff has been hugging my heart (and squeezing it in a vice) for almost 2 months now

I am absolutely in love ❤️‍🩹

[deathviaroses]

you know Hange would—

[tsukimirecs]

erwin smith // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

thursday flowers

rules, boundaries, and continuums

a soulmate who wasn't meant to be

small horizons

weekend lessons

strangers in the night

treasured memories

phone

come to bed

first date with the vets

closer

pirates don't go to school

homecoming

you love her don't you?

the ocean of grief

first snow

happy accidents

his pride

the sky was golden

regulars

a letter for the one i love most

good little girl

the 4 times erwin catches you and the 1 time you catch him

close call

a moment of serenity

reminisce

at last

[abiatackerman]

Levi enters the meeting room where Hange, Erwin and Mike are sitting.

Erwin: You're late.

Levi: Caught up in the shitty paperwork you gave.

Mike: Was y/n helping you?

Levi: (Narrowing his eyes) Yes she was. After all she was kind enough to help me unlike you all.

Hange: Yeah, she was probably helping you to release too... I mean judging by the red marks on your neck... They are fresh... So did she give you the hand this time or she just got on your lap and....

Levi: One more word, four eyes... One one word and I'll slice the damn necks of the titans you're petting.

Wanna laugh more? Checkout the masterlist of Funny Minishots. Hopefully they'll make you laugh too...

[daemontargaryenwhore]

I showed this to my friend and he asked “is he dead or just tall?” and i didn’t know how to tell him it was both.

Ctto. @h.dante on TikTok 🫶🏻

[riewritten]

this is why i dont uninstall x app

[levi501ackerman]

social media x Levi head cannon

Levi would not have social media

Or

Levi made an insta account only because you have one. His account is private

He has 4 followers: you, Erwin, Hange and because he liked the kid, Armin. (Eren has been pestering Armin wondering why Levi lets Armin follow him and not himself.)

He has no profile picture, no bio, but because insta keeps telling him to make his 1st post he does it to stop getting the notifications.

All he does is post a screenshot of one of your pics from your insta. Its poorly cropped so anyone who could look at it can tell he just screenshotted one of your insta pics. There’s no caption.

He follows less than 15 accounts including you, Erwin, Hange and Armin. Some are cleaning ASMR accounts or organization ASMR and maybe a cat account.

He doesn’t like or comment on any posts.

One day Hange posts and Levi is barely in one of the slides, but he’s still tagged.

His notifications get blown up with over 20 follow requests.

Eventually he goes through them. He lets Sasha follow him only because she’s your best friend. He hesitates to follow her back, he does only because of you.

Sasha brags about it to Jean, Eren and Connie

Moblit is the only person Levi reached out to first. He follows him and later Moblit requests.

As time goes Levi’s insta is just photos of you, he’s not even in it.

The captions are just “one year with my girlfriend.”

“christmas with my girlfriend”

“two years”

“three years”

he wouldn’t post about the engagement

“four years”

He posts one professional photo of you and him from the wedding

Levi finally lets Eren follow him. He doesn’t follow back

masterlist

[blondieeu]

soap. eren y.

weird turn on, but eren really likes when he sees you cleaning.

could be anything. oh? you’re home, just off work and decide to do the dishes before dinner? he’s coming up behind you to hold your hips and beg you to take off your panties.

you’re cleaning the bathroom because that’s what you do on sundays? he’s waiting for you to come to the bed so he can eat you out, apparently “he’s still hungry after dinner.”

especially when you’re cleaning yourself. in the shower alone? of course eren can’t have that. who’s gonna wash your back for you?

“shit ren”

both of you were soaked in soapy water. his hands firmly held your hips against the wall as he fucked up into you with your legs wrapped around his waist.

erens hair was messy when it got wet. long, soft brunette legs flowing down to his back. you moved it out of the way so your hands could find the back of his neck and pull him close.

shower sex with eren was always a nice thing. always so passionate and needy under the water with him. and it was nice to be able to get out and go straight to sleep with him.

“f-uck!”

he kissed and bit at your neck while you yelled for him. your hands frantically reaching for something to hold onto and accidentally knocking over a couple bottles of shampoo and soap.

gasps were the only other thing coming from your mouth and he stole the air from your lungs with everything his promise touched yours.

“love this slutty pussy baby”

blondieeu xx

[idrawr16yt]

[iri-mi]

[lady-lauren]

❥ ERWIN SMITH X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 2k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: blood kink, bloody kissing, bloody fucking, period pussy eating, period sex, a very possessive but very sweet Erwin (also a little obsessed with you, maybe definitely to an unhealthy level), some rough fingering and rough sex, praise, use of “good girl”, creampie

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Erwin likes to believe he is fair and just, in his own sick, twisted sense of self. With every give, there is a take. In light, darkness. In blood, an oath. 

He’s tasted almost all you have to offer. But he wants more—more than cum, slick, tears, spit. He wants to drink what beats in your chest, forge a covenant with what makes you exist. 

It’s only fair. 

He’s given you everything. So he can take all he wants.

“You know I’m—” Erwin dips his tongue into your mouth before you can finish.

“Bleeding, I know.” 

It’s just hot breath smeared over messy kisses, needy, eager, pawing like you’re worried the other will disappear. It’s been only a week since he’s seen you, yet he’s convinced he’ll die if he doesn’t devour you now. 

You know better than to ask if he cares. If he did, he wouldn’t be trailing his nose down the valley of your breasts, spreading your thighs in big hands so he can see you in your most intimate state. 

Erwin is invading something so private and it makes him unbearably hard. You’re his. All of you, even the dark red blood that stains your cunt.

“I’m going to eat this messy cunt,” he whispers, settling fully between your legs. He rolls your hips back, spreading your outer folds with his thumbs. You react to every little touch, flinching and moaning, perfect little hole clenching and pouring with a pinking mixture of slick and blood. 

Those words to seem to set you alight, the promise of something darker making you bloom. Your back arches, pussy fluttering and nipples pebbling. You raise yourself onto your elbows, unashamed to keep your eyes on him, watching him as if you’re expecting him to fulfill a promise. 

Erwin keeps his gaze locked on yours as he flattens his tongue, running it along the length of your cunt. The sound you make is divine, full of breathy relief and desire. He repeats the action, letting your slick folds hem along his hot tongue as he tastes you. 

Coppery and sweet, blood dripping down the sides of his mouth. 

He intensifies, pressing hard against you, spreading you completely open with his strong fingers. You’re fully exposed, making it easy for him to swirl his tongue over your clit and elicit uninhibited pleasure.

“Oh god,” you say to him, at him, like you’re feeding his ego instead of calling out to some unknown force. 

Your wetness is pooling in his mouth and he drinks you down. He closes his lips over your folds, sucking gently while his fucks his tongue into you. You clench and buck, eager to ride against his face. 

Any shame you felt has dissipated, some primal hunger taking over as you see the red stains against his cheeks. 

He gives you several minutes of undivided attention, pride inflating as you coo and moan, your fingers winding into his undercut and tugging him as close as you can get. His keen ears pick up on every sound, repeating licks that make you whine and fucking his tongue into your hole when your pitch raises like you’ll cum from his focus on your clit. 

Everything is wet. His chin, his nose, his cheeks, all from your drooling pussy, sloppy and bloody just for him. 

He pulls back to breathe, skimming a curled knuckle between your folds just to watch you jump. Then he sinks his index finger into you, smirking as your mouth falls open as he prods into your tightness. 

“Am I the first to taste you like this?”

Your eyes are glossy as you look down at him, like you’re holding back tears. 

“Yes,” you shake your head. “Only you.”

“I’ve imagined this a lot, sweetheart.”

His finger curls just right inside of you, fingertip pressing into a spot that makes your lashes flutter. 

“Fuck, I can tell. That feels so fucking good, so, so good.” Your elbows finally slip out from under you, sending your head back against the pillows and your spine arching. 

Erwin adds a second finger, marveling at how your tight flesh parts for him. Your walls drag along his thick fingers, squeezing against his skin. 

Pushing into you has more blood seeping from your hole, dark and thick. The sight does things to him it shouldn’t, creates a carnal clawing in his stomach. 

He returns to your clit, giving you quick kitten licks to override your senses as he plunges his knuckles deep inside you. His long fingers take to exploring, spreading, prepping. When he finds the one spot that has you nearly careening off the bed, he strokes it over and over again until your thighs start to spasm against his ears. 

“Please,” you sound out of control, desperate, “please keep doing that. I’m so close.”

“Want you to cum in my mouth,” he mumbles against your pussy, pressing close so the vibrations of his voice sends pleasure dripping down your spine. “Come on, sweetheart. Look at me as you cum.”

His lips suck at your clit, tongue rolling against it before he nips at you with his teeth. It’s gentle, just a brush of a canine against sensitive flesh, and the shock makes your belly clench and your nails claw into his scalp. 

Blue eyes flash up your body, gaze traveling over your sublime breasts until he can find your eyes. You’re pleading to him, brows pinching together. But there’s still a determination in your look, as if you’re willing yourself to follow his commands and cum just for him. 

Erwin presses into you harder, using the strength in his fingers to pump deep into your cunt. If he’s not careful, he’ll hurt you, but you seem to love the trill of fear that spreads across your nerves as he becomes rough with you, blood splashing to his cheekbones.

Then he feels it, the tell-tell signs of orgasm—your lower belly finds a quick, cinching rhythm, inner walls of your cunt fluttering as your throat builds a scream. 

Selfishly, Erwin pulls his fingers from you the moment your orgasm crests, letting your cunt squeeze around nothing but air as you cum. He can hear the frustration in your moan as you climb the high, only for his tongue to cover your hole the moment you begin to crash, slick and sweet ichor coating the insides of his mouth. 

He savors the taste, something so foreign yet so familiar, viscous and tangy. The flavor of what pumps through your heart.

“Erwin, Erwin,” his name is heaven on your tongue. “Inside me. I need you inside me, please.”

“Soon,” he promises. 

He moves up your body, taking your breasts in both hands. Pinching your swollen nipples, he covers them with his hot, bloodied mouth. As he moves between your tits, he smears scarlet with his lips. Blood like ceremonial oil, bright red streaks across your chest, claiming you on an altar dedicated to him. 

“Wh…what does it taste like?” 

Oh how he loves his curious little cat. 

“Open your mouth.” 

Erwin doesn’t give you the chance to overthink. His fingers sink into your cheeks so he can forcefully pull you up for a kiss. He lets you taste yourself against his tongue. Salt and iron, blood and cream.

Your moan is delicious, need and satisfaction melting into one note.

Your fingers claw into the muscles of his back, once again tugging on him, begging him to be closer, to fill you in every way possible. Your thighs curl around his waist, bringing his throbbing cock against your cunt so you can shamelessly rub yourself against his length. 

He bullies his cockhead into your cunt, spearing you open and spreading you wide. Instantly your head falls back, all thoughts eradicated except for how fucking good he feels pushing inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you hiss, moaning at his intrusion.

Shifting his weight back, Erwin sits on his knees and watches your cunt swallow him whole. Inch by inch your flesh parts for him, wet and glistening red. He keeps your thighs pinned back, knuckles going white against your skin. 

When he bottoms out, he finally closes his eyes and just feels the weight of your body around him. Your belly is already tight and clenching, a vice against his pulsing cock. 

He’ll spoil you, make it so no one can ever compete with him.

“Good girl,” he praises. Keeping his cock lodged in your depths, his hands skim along the curve of your sides, tracing around the fullness of your breasts. His thumb plays in the mess he made, swirling the crimson stickiness over your nipple.

“Move,” you demand of him. “Please, fuck me like you promised.”

Erwin grins, wolfish and starving. Your wish is his command.

Languidly, he slides his cock from inside you, listening to the slurp of your cunt as he draws back until only the head of him remains. Then he snaps his hips brutally, your whole body shaking as he buries himself to the hilt. A little scream erupts from your lips, and he forces you to make the sound over and over again.   

With your head thrown back against the pillows, the delicate column of your throat is on tempting display. Your blood is crawling up his taut stomach, splattered against his skin. He wipes his fingers through the wetness, then paints your own blood against your neck. 

Then he kisses you until he can’t breathe, until his cock aches and twitches, begging for release. Blood from your cunt paints your cheeks, a feral mess he’s made from his own fucked up desires.

His teeth and nails ache to tear into you, to rip you apart and put you back together again, with traces of him lining every crack. You’ll never be the same after him, he won’t allow it. He’ll never let you go. 

Erwin smears his thumb into the mess of your cunt, rubbing your swollen clit with precision. The motions are easy for him, memorized since the first time he took you.

“Cum for me, cum on my cock.” He moves his face to your shoulder, focusing on the way your gummy walls hug his cock. “Let me feel you. And I promise I’ll fill your cunt with my cum. Think you can do that, sweetheart?” 

You moan out affirmations, a string of yesyesyes as lose yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging for dear life. He’s being rough, he knows it, but your body loves it. Your nerve endings are singing, every part of you shaking as your cunt gushes around him, sanguine strings staining his sheets.

Watching you cum is one thing, feeling it is another. You cream on his cock so tightly that Erwin explodes, growling some ungodly sound as each ripple and tug of your orgasm milks the cum from his balls. 

He can’t remember the last time he came so hard. His chest aches, heart pounding as he gasps out your name in the last seconds of his release. But you’re not done, your nails are nearly drawing his own blood on his back as you keep your pussy sheathed over him, legs closing in around him as you cry out from the euphoria cracking over your senses.

When it feels like the orgasmic tide has left you both breathless on the shore, he raises his hand to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your lips to wipe away the evidence of what he’s done.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, you? Didn’t put you into heart failure with this little fantasy, did I?”

He chuckles at your too-pleased smile, carefully laying back against the bed and pulling you with him. 

He’s been around this block with you enough times to know that your hormones are racing, that it’ll take far more time for you to escape the headspace of sex than him. He pets your hair as you catch your breath, body sliding to his side so you can wind yourself around him, tucking one of his thighs between your legs.

A thick mixture of cum and blood drools down his thigh, and he couldn’t be more self-satisfied. 

[missbubblesoda]

just the commander enjoying his summer I guess.

“Baby, can you pour me another one please?”

Buy me a ko-fi☕️?^^

[daemontargaryenwhore]