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arteastica · 3 months

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Early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (23)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (24) | (25)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.5k

“C-commander, you’re going to make me c-come.” You warned for the last time before letting yourself go. Where? Well, that was for him to decide, because your legs had stopped responding a long time ago. But you didn’t need them anyway; with his nails buried in your back and his dick, deep between your legs, you weren’t going anywhere. At least not anywhere he didn’t decide.

Like a starved soul waiting to be spoon-fed, you opened your mouth wide, a silent moan escaping your lips as you were about to taste the sweet orgasm he had so prettily gift-wrapped for you. Indulgent like thick cocoa in oversized cups, comforting like cinnamon upon custard, forbidden like molasses at midnight, or messy like melting ice cream dripping down your fingers. What would he taste like today?

You would’ve found out, if only he had stayed.

Because, without allowing time for confusion or emptiness to happen, he pulled out, slipped his arm under your waist, and turned you around, making you sit back up on the desk, where you finally came eye to eye with him, and the sweaty streaks of sunshine sticking to his forehead despite the unforgiving temperatures lurking outside your window.

His breathing was labored and ragged, like an elaborate quilt. Warm. Homelike. Handmade. But that was something you both had in common. Your chests, rising and falling against each other; your faces, so close you were stealing each other’s oxygen; his lips, hovering over yours, reminding you of butterflies fluttering around a marigold garden; making you realize how long it had been since the last time you kissed; and your folds, desperately dripping and clenching around the overwhelming emptiness, reminding you of how ready you were for that to change.

You lifted a hand up to his face, pulling him closer; your eyes staring into his, blue like the sky after a storm.

Or perhaps, the storm was just on its way.

Strong arm still wrapped around your waist, he smoothly glided back into you; his lush eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, and his mouth hanging slightly open, as your walls squeezed his swollen member. Suffocating him. Just the way he liked it.

Feeble, sheepish whimpers escaped your lips at the gentle intrusion. As gentle as the raindrops now tapping on the window, announcing the last rainfall of the winter.

Or maybe, the first one of the spring.

“I’m sorry.” He grunted against your lips, before finally closing the distance between you.

And even if he hadn’t spelled out the words for you, you could taste them in his kiss. You could taste it all, even though the tea you had prepared for him remained untouched at the other end of the desk. You could taste the lemon, bitter like regret, yet also fresh like new beginnings. And there was also the honeycomb, nostalgic like a sunset, yet sweet like the waltz your tongues were dancing inside your mouth. A slow, gentle waltz under the rain. His tongue, in perfect synchrony with whatever magic his dick was performing inside you, making you moan against his lips, just in case he didn’t know how good he was making you feel.

And the sensation of your mouth stuffed with his tongue and your pussy, with his cock, quickly became too overwhelming for your poor body to bear; your insides crumbling like sand as a sinking feeling took over. Not the type that precedes a bad day however, but the floaty, funny type you always experienced when jumping from treetops during ODM practice. And even though you were perfectly safe there, held in place by his arm around your waist, and your legs around his hips, you felt like you were free-falling, plummeting down into something unknown. And like so, you pulled away, deciding to wrap your arms around his neck instead, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder, where you felt the safest.

“Me too.” You whispered against the damp collar of his shirt. “I promise there’s no one else, Erwin.” Finally able to lay your worries down on his chest, as you let your weight fall against him. “Only you.” And you felt his grip tighten at your words, bringing you impossibly closer to him. “Yes, I’m yours. Only yours. A-always yours.” You repeated over an over, answering the question his cock was relentlessly asking, as it stabbed you repeatedly. “I belong to you and no- no one else mmmhh~ I don’t want anyone else inside me but you.” You closed your eyes, now saturated with tears, not knowing if it was because of how much you missed him, or because of how big he was.

But whatever the reason, your words caused his thrusts to hasten, and his nails to bury even deeper in the thick flesh around your hips, burning your skin like the hot iron they use to mark animals. And you called his name for good measure, just in case he needed further confirmation that you were his. You called his name as repeatedly as the drops falling from the sky outside. You called his name as fireworks exploded all over your body; your back arching against the muscular arm he kept around you, your head thrown all the way back, and your breasts in full display, like a ceremonial feast offered to a king.

And when your muscles stopped spasming, you collapsed on him, desperately gasping for air against his neck, as if you had just come back to life after almost drowning. And you honestly didn’t know if the moisture on his shirt was coming from his skin or your eyes.

While your forehead took a much needed rest against his shoulder, you looked down to find him still buried into you, your sweet nectar spilling out of your hole, dripping down his thighs like honey, messily sliding down the glossy wood of his desk.

And you looked up at him through heavy eyelids, a fucked out smile on your lips, silently asking if he too found it beautiful, the mess you had created. And this time, for the first time in days, he smiled too. His hand temporarily leaving the abused skin of your hips to tuck sweaty strands behind you ear.

Please fuck me again.

“Please stay.” You requested softly, clenching around him, hoping he wouldn’t pull out. Hoping things would stay as they were right now. Between the two of you. Trapped in your little bubble. His eyes like the clear sky reflected in a stream, like gentle sun rays tickling your skin, on a Sunday morning, just a little before noon.

I love you. Your lips quivered, tempted to let the words spill. I love you, Commander. But you didn’t want the bubble to burst. You wanted to stay forever trapped inside with him. Together. As one.

I love you, Erwin.

“Please keep making love to me.”

I love you so much.

He placed a soft kiss on your lips just as his hips started to move again. Unhurriedly, gently, indulgently. Like stirring thick cocoa together, by the kitchen window, on a snowy night.

You held his face as he sucked on your bottom lip, as his tongue savored all his favorite flavors on yours, as his lips condensed a million thoughts into a moment. And not long after, when the pace of his thrusts hastened again, you pulled away, not wanting to miss a second of his face when he came, something so captivating and artistic it belonged in a museum. Truly a masterpiece. His temples covered with salty dew as he panted for air, forehead resting against yours. And you had never been this grateful for the unforgiving training that scouts had to go through. You had never been this grateful for that early morning run he never skipped. Because there was no doubt in your mind that he could fuck you all night long. You had no stamina left, but he did, and that’s all that mattered. After all, his body was the one doing all the hard work, and yours just needed to bounce and react.

“Command-”

“I missed you.” As breathless as you currently were, your heart couldn’t afford the luxury of skipping a beat. Yet it did, your entire body choosing to stay silent, just in case he said it again. Because, the thing is, you really needed to hear those three words again. From those very lips that were now hovering over yours. “I missed you so bad.” He ran his thumb across your cheek, his touch as soothing as the gentle breeze from a faraway childhood summer. “Those days were the worst.” He paused, intently scanning your features as if carving them inside his memory. “Realizing I was no longer on the receiving end of that smile.” His thumb found your bottom lip, and caressed it gently. “Asking myself if I was losing you every time you closed the door behind you.”

“Erwin.” His sweet name on your lips, and salty droplets on your eyes. “I want to be with you.”

Forever. You added in your head, remembering the cabin in the woods. By the stream, a faraway windmill as your closest neighbor, the climbing hydrangea guarding the door, and the stepping stones leading up the hill, where the sycamore was always waiting, in front of the snow-capped mountains, the wooden swing below and its musical creak, its only company. Forwards, backwards, forwards and then backwards again. Never getting tired. And neither do you. But how could you? Waking up next to him every day, his bare back beneath the morning light; and making love, your only plan for the weekend. And if it only existed in a fantasy, why could you describe it in such detail? If it wasn’t in your future, then why could you see it all? Smell it all. Hear it all.

Feel it all.

“So do I.” He answered, his eyes like a sunlit lake, and his eyebrows like the evergreen foliage surrounding it.

“Erwin.” You used his name again, as if it was a promise; your voice impossibly breathy as his hips continued its satisfying dance, that by now had grown more and more erratic, telling you that it was near. You could tell, even if words didn’t forecast it: The cloudburst about to happen between your legs.

He buried his nails even deeper in the abused flesh of your hips, presumably looking for some form of stability as his movements became more and more unsteady. And he was so hard it must hurt. So hard you had to stare, not wanting to miss a second of that spectacular finale: his rich, indulgent cream, the sweet result of your lovemaking, a recipe you had created together, splattering everywhere like fresh paint once he pulled out.

But the thing is, he wasn’t pulling out. You looked back up at him, searching for an explanation, not wanting to get your hopes up, since you didn’t know how ephemeral his mistake would be. But it didn’t look like a mistake. Not when he was staring at you like that, so intently, as if he was fully aware of his actions.

You looked down again. He was going to come; there was no doubt. You felt it inside, and it would happen any time now.

“You look the prettiest when you’re happy.” He said all of a sudden, his voice a mixture of grunts and labored breaths, and his lips curving into the sweetest smile he had given you yet. And maybe it was that, or the window behind him, or the fact that it had also been raining back then, but your mind traveled to the very first day you met. So many nights ago. He had told you to come in, and then apologized for how boring and repetitive your days were about to get. All while smiling, just like today.

Oh, if only you knew back then.

“I want to make you happy.” He said, his eyes wrapping your naked body like the softest of silks, and his smile feeling like a promise, one you couldn’t wait to kiss.

“You already do.” You replied, voice filled with sweet adoration, just mere seconds before he collapsed on you, forehead resting against your shoulder, as you ran soothing fingers through his hair, completely drenched, almost as if he had been fucking you under the pouring rain instead.

I love you. “You did so well for me.” You whispered against his forehead, holding him like you wished you could for the rest of your days, and closed your eyes, enjoying the tickling of his breath against your neck, as well as that of his warm cream sliding down your belly. Someday, maybe in the not so distant future, it would be inside instead.

Or maybe not.

But you didn’t feel like entertaining uncertainty tonight. Not when you finally had him in your arms like this.

“I’m sorry.” He said, and the words tickled the sensitive skin of your neck. His fingertips were drawing soothing patterns on the tender flesh of your hips, but the tone of his voice told you that bruises and hickeys weren’t the only thing he was apologizing about.

“Erwin, I swear there’s nothing between him an-”

“Shhh.” He hushed you softly, leaving his comfortable spot on the crook of your neck so he could look into your eyes. His cheeks were so red, perhaps from being under the sun all day. But you liked to think it was from fucking you so hard just moments ago. “It was never your fault, yet I blamed you for it without even asking you first.”

“You can ask me now.”

“You already gave me your answer.” He smiled, and even though you still wondered what had led him to believe there was something between you and Leon, you couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him, hugging him tight and pushing the question to the back of your mind. Your eyes closed, and your cheek resting against his shoulder. Maybe you could try asking him again some other time.

“I’m sorry too.” You said, and even though you were only wearing your underwear, in his embrace, you had no complaints about the cold. “For pulling away all of a sudden, for leaving you in the dark.”

“You can tell me now.”

“Not now.” But maybe some other time. Because, like you said, you didn’t feel like bursting the bubble with your explanations and concerns.

And maybe you were on the same page, because he didn’t pry any further. Instead, he silently caressed your bruised hips and thighs. “I promise I’ll be more gentle next time.”

Next time. You liked that. You liked how those words sounded on his lips.

You took a look at the red skin his fingertips were tracing, skin that would surely be turning purple in the coming days, and smiled teasingly, realizing you hadn’t felt playful in a long time, so the feeling was as foreign as it was welcome. “I guess someone did miss me, after all.”

“You have no idea.” He replied, wistfulness in his words, as you pulled him back to your chest.

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m-jelly · 5 months

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@2moth-anon2

Stolen kisses at the cafe

Erwin x Fem!Reader

Mafia AU, modern AU, fluff, romance, cafe owner reader, kissing, pet names.

Erwin visits the love of his life on his lunch break. As soon as he sees you he instantly goes into loving mode.

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A buzz of excitement went through Erwin as he drove away from where he had a meeting to your adorable cafe. The love that Erwin had in his heart for you was unmeasurable. His world was you. No matter how much he had due to his job, it never brought him any joy, only you did. Erwin wanted to spend all his money on you.

Once he parked up he ran into your cafe to see you were behind the counter and the place was full of wonderful people, as usual. He hurried over to the till, grabbed the counter and leaned right over. He crashed his lips against yours and hummed in happiness.

He pulled back and chuckled at your surprised look. "Hello, my tasty muffin."

You giggled. "Hello, big bear. What can I do for you?"

He reached over and played with your hair. "Take a lunch break and come on a date with me." He grabbed your hands and showered them with kisses. "Please."

You nibbled your lip. "Well, my private office is free."

He nipped your finger. "Perfect." He released your hands and climbed behind the counter. He hugged you tightly and chomped on the crook of your neck. "Can we have a few things to eat?"

"I'll get a selection." You picked a tray and selected a few sandwiches, cakes and made drinks. Everything was cute-themed, so it had little sweet animals on such as bunnies and cats. "This okay?"

Erwin nuzzled your neck. "I would prefer you, but your food is always delicious." He grabbed the tray. "I'll take this."

You walked over to the line manager and chatted to her about your lunch break. She was incredible with the cafe when you weren't there to run it, she was your lovely hero. You gave her a little wave before joining Erwin in your office, who had happily made himself at home.

Erwin smiled at you. "My tasty cupcake."

You locked your office door and walked closer. "You look comfy."

He sat back on your sofa, his blazer off, tie off and hair messy. "You make me feel this way." He patted his thigh. "Come sit on my lap."

"We have to eat though."

He reached over and grabbed your wrist. "I know, but I want you to sit on me."

You sat on his thigh. "I've heard that line before."

He chuckled. "You have. I do love it when you do." His big hand massaged your thigh. "May I have a kiss?"

You leaned down and kissed him. "Always." You tangled your fingers in his hair and kissed him over and over again. "I love you, Erwin."

"I love you too, my little strawberry."

You picked up a sandwich and fed Erwin. "Eat up, handsome."

He moaned as he happily ate it. "You're an incredible cook and baker."

"Thank you." He helped him drink his coffee. "I'm happy to feed you."

"Mm, you should eat as well. Please?"

You handed Erwin his sandwich and picked up your own. "Mm, delicious."

Erwin kissed your neck a few times. "You're so perfect. I love you so damn much."

You smiled at Erwin. "I love you too."

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moonbeamoclock · 10 months

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sleeping in the same bed for the first time: Erwin Smith

this poor man carries so much on his shoulders both physically and emotionally that it's a huge task to get him to genuinely relax with you in bed

after A LOT of convincing, he's ready to go to bed with you

his mind races too much though so you'll have to pin him down onto the bed to get him to rest

He's very similar to Hanji in that he'll work and work until he physically can't and then just pass out somewhere in his room

But if he loves you enough he'll allow himself to be convinced to join you in bed at a resonable hour

He's not too much of a cuddler but he loves it when you lay your head on his chest as he lays his hand on your back so he can feel it rise and fall with your breaths

but when you both fall asleep he likes to sleep butt to butt

wears boxers and nothing else to bed but will put on pants the first time you sleep in the same bed because he doesn't want tp make you uncomfortable

he snores LOUD af like a big bear 🐻

if you bring it up the next morning he'll get all red and embarrssed and will deny it adamantly

like the rest of the veterns he has some pretty bad nightmares but he's very lucky in that they're not really night terrors he just wakes up upset and disoriented but not enough to bother you as you sleep

in a modern au not much is different except that he sleeps with a night light;not because he's scred of the dark but just because it's comforting to him

he also sleeps with nothing but a top sheet like a savage and is so confused when you try to get him any other blankets because:

"why would i need another one..? i have this one" holds up the thinnest most raggedy looking top sheet to ever exist

i just don't picture him to be someone that prioratizes cuddeling before/during bed but he does like to spend that time with you reguardless and if you want to cuddle up to you he'll of course let you

in short the big man needs someone to force him to sleep because he's so dedicated to his work that he often forgets that he needs rest 🥺

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makiaan · 8 months

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Erwin's Sister!Reader x Levi

Erwin with a sister who joined the scouts, and eventually gets engaged with Levi ;D (Note: 3 year age gap)

TW: Scouts bullying reader mentions that get physical in Erwin's section.

Erwin

Being Erwin's sister was not a easy task!

Erwin's parents had always taught him to take care of you, as it was his duty to protect his little sister from harm, and he took that job seriously

So when he had heard that you wanted to join the military he internally lost his shit.

"Perhaps you should reconsider." He'd smile, giving you a light pat on the shoulder "Because there's absolutely no way that I'm letting you join."

In the end you did!

With many conversations turning into arguments he caved in with a frustrated sigh.

By the time you graduated and joined the scouts Erwin had already became the commander.

Rumors were quick to spread of Erwin's little sister joining the scouts, and a lot were skeptical of her.

A lot of people tested your patience..

"Sorry Y/N, the spots already taken!" When no one had arrived to sit on the seat for the entirety of lunch or

"Sorry we forgot to leave some for you!" As the women would giggle amongst themself hiding extra packs of the rations behind there backs

Of course you never reacted to there bullying but it sure did frustrate the hell out of it. You knew what they wanted, and it was for you to run back crying to your brother for help.

You weren't gonna give them that satisfaction!

So you trained hard, harder then anyone else to prove that you deserved respect, and that you didn't need to use Erwin to hand everything to you.

It also served as a good distraction to people who approached with ill intent

Erwin of course knew everything that was going on, he had a conversation with you about it but you insisted for him to lay back. You didn't wanna risk rumors spreading of him being bias.

Though when things got rough, and expeditions were risker then ever, Erwin couldn't help himself.

If you got grabbed he'd dive into hordes of titans just to get you, losing you would make him go insane, and when it came to your safety, his dreams, and public image quickly became the least of his priorities.

The day the bullying became too physical he happened to pass by the room with Levi trailing behind.

Hearing your cries, and the sound of there boots kicking into your body, made his heart drop.

These were one of the times in which he got genuinely pissed off.

Slamming the door open, and stomping over, he quickly picked you up from the floor, giving the group a ominous look.

"You stay right where you are." He'd glare carrying you bridal to the infirmary

When he came back to the room the sound of his angered voice echoed throughout the HQ, and ultimately the group left the military after being put through grueling weeks of none stop physical training. (led by Levi himself!)

Well moral of the story Erwin tries his best to keep those professional boundaries, but when it comes to your life he'd do anything to protect it.

Levi (3 year age gap, reader started the military late)

Oh boy.. Here we go!

Erwin would've never expected for Levi to be interested in his sister.

But here we were, behind a building where no one could see, the wind blowing strands of your hair forward, getting all over your face. Levi gently brushed the strands behind your ear, his touch lingering for far too long to be considered as a friends innocent touch. "Levi?.." You spoke in a hushed voice. He couldn't help but stare at your pumped opened lips, leaning in and-

"Huh- WHATTTTT"

Well, Erwin ran into the two of you... He was as frozen as a statue with his eyes wide, and his mouth stuck in the shape of a O.

I think he might've even forgotten how to breathe

The up-coming days between Erwin, Levi, and you became extremely awkward.

Erwin didn't have the heart in him to ask about the situation, Levi didn't give two shits, and you were scared of Erwin being mad at you.

Though this wouldn't be the last time Erwin would walk into the two of you flirting.

This would happen 3 different times.. Catching the two of you kissing in the office, catching the two of you holding hands, and last of all catching the Levi having an emotional moment hugging you.

Erwin was absolutely MISERABLE, it wasn't the fact that he didn't like the idea of Levi dating his sister because Erwin trusted him, BUT it was the fact that he ran into personal situations he had rather not have seen.

poor dude...

Well anyways... When the day had come that Levi asked Erwin for his blessing for marriage, Erwin once again froze.

After he was done melting though, he casted his eyes downward, his lips curving upwards into a small proud but sad smile. It was hard giving his beloved sister away, but he was sure he'd make her happier then she's ever been.

"Treat her well ok?" His once clear and strong voice begun to crack, patting Levi on the shoulder.

man.. Erwin foreva...

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riewritten · 1 year

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SUGGESTIVE CONTENT AHEAD.

SOMETIMES, there's just this lurking point of concern that Erwin couldn't stop kissing you while you're talking.

"I'm sorry the eggs were burnt earlier," you sighed upon closing the door of his office.

He peaked his head from a huge folder with a smile. Instead of asking you to come over, he stood up and walked towards you.

"Well, it had a distinct smell." But his hands made you doubt if he actually was disappointed. It roamed around your waist, slid up your hands until it reached your shoulders. He pushed you softly so you'd be pinned at the door.

"Yeah. I'm such a terrible cook."

"Uh-huh," he went to your ear and showered it with chaste kisses.

"And when I took a day off for the household stuff." After all, you feel bad as Levi and Hange tease him about having a partner so ignorant of house management.

"Yeah?" He cupped your cheek next then peppered the other side with pecks. "How unfortunate." He didn't seem to hear it, though.

"Are you even listening?"

"I am."

"What did I say?"

"Uh... the egg was burnt?"

"And?"

He chuckled lowly; he had no idea what you said and he didn’t care one bit about it. All he’s concerned for is feel you further. He buried his head in the crook of your neck then landed another kiss. "You smell good today, so much for having the entire kitchen stink."

AND IT'S NOT JUST THAT; sometimes, his hands seem as though it needs to be contained. So much for being known for his composure. It doesn't even matter what his mood is. Throughout such, you can’t help but have the urge do the same in pursuit of annoying him.

"Tired?" you mused as you handed him a cup of tea. He had his head down at the table. After a few seconds, Erwin sighed, shot you a look (and god the pity you had felt when you saw his eyes—so exhausted, so vulnerable, so in need of comfort), then tapped on his lap.

"What's with your lap?"

He let out a tsk. You knew what he meant and he’s not in the mood to tease around. "Please."

You let out a strained chuckle, sat on him, cupped his cheek and showered his face with kisses—from the bridge of his nose which you admire so much, corner of his eyes and lips, his temples, and when you went to the crook of his neck he closed his eyes with a sigh.

Well, he doesn't seem to be annoyed.

And so you did more. You languidly caressed his biceps, down, down, and down until you reached his thigh. You waited for his reaction, perhaps one akin to “What the hell are you on? You don’t do that a lot.” because a tired Erwin is a grumpy Erwin. But much to your surprise, he returned the actions very well.

Before his hands unbutton your top, you stopped him with a glare. “You are tired.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Why are you not grumpy?”

“Uh,” the poor man was confused, “do you want me to?”

“You’re supposed to be irritable. Even Hange can’t mess around with you if you’re in the peak of exhaustion.”

He finally understood your agenda of vexing him, then. “Well, are you Hange?”

That was enough answer on your end. He can never be annoyed with you touching him. Admitting your defeat, you huffed and leaned your head on his chest.

BUT WELL, if there's something to remember about Erwin, it's that he's never absolute.

"Can we do it?" He whispered with lips on the crown of your head.

"Do what?"

He didn't answer. You shot your head up with curled eyebrows and stiffled laugh.

Is he perhaps getting shy? Really? When both of you had already gotten this far?

Erwin huffed. He knows what you're thinking about. Don't get him wrong; he's not shy—he'd never be. It's just that both of you have been so direct, may it be from touches or favors. Thus Erwin, for the little chance he could get, wants to make it different even for a moment.

He wants to… well, what really does he want?

Your chuckles tipped into loud wheezing, under complete impression that your huge man is indeed a shy lover boy underneath.

Oh, it really didn't take long for Erwin to realize why. You make that face whenever you see something new. New things amuse you. And apparently, that smile is so beautiful and he wants to see more of it. Erwin can and will forsake anyone just so he could bring you things that you could smile at, and after doing so, he will watch silently in pride—he pulled out that face on you, yes. Yes, he did.

"Am I not allowed to get shy?" Erwin lied as he cupped your face and peppered kisses on your cheeks, up to your eyes, forehead, then towards your ear. He went on until it became ticklish.

"Oh no, you sweet boy," you held back the chortles in consideration. Erwin almost huffed a teasing chuckle. You really tend to believe him so quickly. "What do you want to do, hm? Tell me."

Erwin noted to not be too direct. "Can I love you even more tonight?"

"How would you love me even more?" But it really didn't take you long to understand as soon as his warm hands entered your shirt.

"Heh. Glad you asked."

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imdonecookingstopfollowingme · 1 year

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WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

OH the urge to write erwin who treats vibrators as his ally in pleasing you towards oblivion. he'll use all the toys you bought (as well as the ones he gifted you) only to plunge his cock at the end of it to earn his reward: have you squeeze him in your warmth, milk you dry, and spurt his release inside.

"Fuck you," you panted after he made you cum for god knows how much.

"Oh, of course," you felt him slide his cock in your wetness. He's hard, again. "You're doing do well on that."

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whats-her-quirk · 2 years

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erwin smith x fem!reader 18+ mdni warnings: former college professor/student relationship, age gap, rich boy Erwin, desecration of a piano (do not do this at home), fingering, oral wc: 1k thanks to @thegetoufather and @ghost-party for enabling

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“You play piano?”

You’re standing over Erwin’s shoulder as he pulls out the wooden bench to sit at the old piano in your parents’ house.

“A little.” His fingers twitch a bit above the keys before he plays a few notes. It’s not at all in tune.

To your knowledge, nobody has ever played it. Your parents no longer live in the house you grew up in, and they got the piano as a condition of the sale of the new one. The old owners didn’t want to pay to move it, so your folks have been using the upright as a shelf to display picture frames on top of.

When Erwin lifts the cover off the keys, it throws a cloud of dust in the air.

“I took lessons when I was young, up until I was 14 or 15 maybe.” Erwin’s fingers dance up the keyboard, deftly crossing over each other as he works his way up and down a melody. “After college, I started taking lessons again to get my chops back.”

“How come I never knew that?” You slide in next to him on the bench until your shoulder brushes his.

Erwin pauses to catch your eye and smile. “I’ve never had the chance to show you.” As his hands move independently, the left playing a different part than his right, your parents wander into the dining room, curious about where the music is coming from.

It’s the first time he’s meeting them, officially, as your boyfriend. You were nervous, having only recently broken the news to them that not only are you in a relationship, but the man you’re with is your former professor and a decade older than you. You’re not in his classes anymore—you’re starting grad school, and he teaches history and mythology to undergrads. They’re taking it surprisingly well, keeping conversation light by discussing his current syllabus instead of prying into his intentions with their child.

By the time he finishes the song he’s playing, your charming boyfriend has won them over for sure.

“You really pulled out all the stops tonight,” you tease him on the car ride home.

“How so?” He doesn’t look away from the road, but you can see him smirking.

“You know, the after-dinner show?”

He’s quiet for a beat. “Should I not have done that?”

“No, it was fine. It was really nice, actually. Just unexpected.”

Erwin chuckles. “If I’m being honest, I was getting a little nervous. I needed something to do with my hands.”

You lean over the center console to rest your head against his arm. “Well, you can play for me any time you want.”

You discover that although Erwin doesn’t own a piano, he makes good use of his faculty ID to swipe himself into practice rooms in the music building. Now that you know his little secret, he invites you to come along and listen to him practice after his classes are done for the day. You sit side by side on the bench, and you flip the pages on the sheet music he printed out while he taps out a new song on a keyboard that’s actually in tune.

When Erwin invites you to spend the next holiday break with his family, you don’t hesitate to accept. You’ve heard wonderful things about his father, and you’re excited to finally meet him. After a couple hours in the car, you arrive at his family’s enormous home in the country.

“Dad is out of town for work, so it’ll be just the two of us here tonight,” Erwin explains as he gives you a tour of the house.

“Oh, no. What will we do all by ourselves?”

You do your best not to gawk, but it’s basically a mansion, and there’s just so much to look at, from the art on the walls to the plush furniture to—

“You have a grand piano?” Glass-inset french doors lead into a cozy room off the second living room, where the sleek, black instrument takes up the majority of the floor space.

“Actually, it’s only a parlor grand,” Erwin says, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, excuse my ignorance,” you tease before taking a seat on the bench. This one has a tufted cushion, which you take the liberty to bounce on.

Erwin crosses his arms proudly. “It’s a smaller model. A concert grand wouldn’t fit in the room.”

“Of course.” When you lift the cover, there is no dust cloud.

After a few minutes of letting you plink on the keys—they’re nicely weighted and feel great, even to your non-skilled hands—Erwin takes his usual spot on the bench next to you. He doesn’t make it far into the song he’s been practicing before abandoning it to pepper your neck in kisses.

His mouth finds yours while his body gently guides you to his liking. He closes the fallboard and coaxes you up onto it, lips hardly breaking from you.

“We shouldn’t…”

“It’ll be fine. I promise.”

Once you’re seated, Erwin opens your legs to stand between them, deft fingers pushing your skirt up and your panties to the side. He skims fingertips along your folds as he continues to kiss you, stroking you to produce an entirely different kind of music with your moans.

When he sits down on the bench, you think he might have had his fill, but you’re wrong. He delves between your thighs, nose brushing over your sex before he laps you up. His tongue is hot against you, your head thrown back with every slurp and groan he makes. You call out his name, toes curling where they’re braced against the edge of the bench, his fingers digging into the sides of your thighs. After you break, he licks you clean, sending you right back to the edge again.

Together, you stumble to the sofa in the next room, where Erwin strips you down and sinks himself into your heat with one of your legs over his shoulder. He knows exactly how to play you until you both climax in tandem. As you lie together after, basking, you’ve never been more sure that another heartbeat falls perfectly in time with yours.

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lilacarclady · 3 months

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A snippet from my latest Erwin x Reader fanfic ❤️‍🔥

Find it on Wattpad/Ao3: @lilacarclady

The dark surface of your tea stares back at you as you sit at the table in the big dining hall. Tapping your index finger against your cheek as you prop yourself against your palm. It's, again, one of those early mornings, where you're being dragged out of bed at the crack of dawn to do your routine warm ups. It's been like this for three years now. And every year, where you think things will get better, easier, they don’t. If anything, they get worse. Harder. Rougher. The training hours seem to stretch for too long by each passing day. Four hours in the morning, then routine work at the barracks, depends on what you get assigned to, then two hours of training in the evening. Then dinner at the main hall, along your captains and your comrades.

Sometimes you lose your sense of reality, lose your grip on things, and you start to forget why on earth are you even here! With each drop of sweat, blood, tear, you ask yourself why? For what? For those ungrateful cowards living inside these walls? Or that pig of a king, sitting inside the safe and comfort of three walls, having people throw their lives in vain just to defend him?

But then you take a deep breath, and you remember. Remember why you're here, what brought you into this force. That deep aching grip around your heart.

Vengeance… That's what got you here.

Absentmindedly, as a reaction to these thoughts, your eyes blink and your hazy stare moves up. In the direction of the end of the hall, where that long wooden table was at. And precisely, at the figure sitting down at the far right, holding his cup of coffee in his hand, his head dipped down, brows furrowed, too focused on the papers in his hand. You instantly start glaring.

"Have you seen those poor things?" You hear a murmur, then a body slumping down on the chair next to you. Then the chair in front of you makes a scrape over the floor and another body sits. You blink again, and break away your eyes from that table, to your own. And see Connie next to you, reaching for a slice of bread from the basket. Sasha is opposite.

"They look like they're about to shit themselves." Connie snorts. "But boy, they're in for a ride with Captain Shadis!” His hand reaches for the butter next, and he starts buttering the slice. Sasha was already munching on hers.

"Mhm..." Sasha nods.

"Why are they still recruiting kids?" You blurt, your eyes switching between them. "I get we were signed when we were kids because of the need back then, but why again? We haven't even finished our training yet!"

Connie shrugs, his lips curling in confusion.

"Maybe as a reinforcement?" Sasha says, and you shake your head slowly in response. It doesn't make sense. A part of you feels proud of those little kids. Because you get it, that want to prove something. That desire to protect. Yet another part feels sorry, heartbroken even. Because you know what's coming for them, having been there yourself. Being treated as nothing but a weapon, or a shield, to protect this pathetic so-called humanity. Training to death, to literally walk into your death, to serve those higher ranks, who couldn't even bother to take one step into mud and blood.

Heartless…

Your eyes shoot again towards that table, realizing it'd probably been his decision to allow kids to sign again. Because that's all he cares about, new recruits to train, to replace the ones he loses each and every pointless expedition he makes outside of the wall.

You glance once again to the right, and he's gone. Not much of a surprise there. He never stays too long, because for him, business and duty always come first.

Spending these past three years training under his force, you realized everything you once thought of him was true. He cared about no one, nothing, but his job. This force. And his name, as the protecter of humanity between the walls. You never once caught him wasting time, never even saw him cracking a smile for once. He's always frowning, brows deeply creased and furrowed in focus on whatever he had in front of him. Whether it’s a report or someone talking to him. And he never talks much, only to his right hand, Captain Levi Ackerman. And some other captains. He never looks at anyone else, because that's how arrogant and proud he is. To him, the rest of you are nothing but disposal insects, getting trained to serve under his command and die under his command and if it were for him to decide, he would let you breathe under his own command…

You sigh deeply when you hear the bells, signaling the start of your morning training. You stand up, putting your plate and cup away, then you walk out of the hall. Your mind still buzzing, still whirling inside its skull, that you didn't notice the two people walking alongside you. Only a few steps behind. Heavy, confident steps, walking the way that led towards the training field.

Not until you heard a huff, then. "Oy!"

Your body instantly jolts, snapping you out of your thoughts, and your feet halt and you turn around. Your gaze lowers down, to a pair of grey eyes staring at you impatiently. So annoyed. Then your gaze looks behind those eyes, at the glaring blue eyes behind them. That didn't even bother to glance your way.

"Y-Yes?" You murmur.

Captain Levi arches a brow, and you shake your head quickly, as if taking that passing moment back, as your eyes keep dancing up and down, between the commander and his captain. Your heart pulses faster and heavier.

"Yes?" He repeats, his eyes even more agitated.

"Yes, captain Levi!”

"Tch… for fuck’s sake." You hear a click of tongue, and that comment, then you glance up once again at your commander, seeing his fiery eyes stare past you as he starts walking again. Annoyed and not addressing your presence as if you were another tree along his way. Your hands ball into fists by your sides.

"Next time, remember your damn manners, and walk three steps behind your superiors!” Levi snaps, then looks away and starts walking again.

Your feet stay glued to the ground, both hands still fisted, and you press them. So hard, you feel your nails digging in your flesh as you wait.

I loathe him. Them. All of them...

After a few minutes, when everyone comes along to the field at last, you start walking again. Reaching the training area with some of the last arrivals. As you walk, your brows furrow in confusion, as you see the unbothered faces of Levi and Erwin waiting there. Standing next to captain Hange, who is supposed to be responsable for your training this year.

Odd…

Your chest rises, taking in a slow inhale, then it lowers down with your exhale as you walk to your position. Second row, between Mikasa, your roommate, and Connie again. You hear chatting, questions and a few comments on why on earth the commander is observing today's training session. And you can't help but listen, because in the past three years of training, other than the captain in charge of your training, none of them stepped foot inside these fields.

"It's really coming faster than we thought, huh!" Connie murmurs, you hear Sasha hushing him from behind. As you slowly lock your hands behind your back and push your chest forward, your chin up. But your eyes stay glued to the blonde haired man a few meters away from your rows. Dressed in his uniform, his gear always strapped and ready, his face always proud and agitated for some reason. He's nodding to something Hange was saying, his eyes deeply focused on theirs, listening intently.

"Well, yeah! Considering the tragic and failed expedition they had last month, they need to get their hands on some new expendables." Jean mutters, in the row next to you.

They're here to finally choose new recruits for the Survey Corps!

You feel a twitch in the corner of your mouth, a smirk trying so hard not to show. It's so close. So, so close now. You could almost feel it in the way your heart started racing, in the blood that surged to your whole body. Your sweet revenge is coming so soon.

"Alright!" You hear Hange speaks, their voice so stern and filled with authority you almost frown. But then you conclude it's because they're being observed today. And they can't act how they act on regular basis, all goofy and indulgent.

They start the routine warm ups of your training. Hundred times jumping jacks, thirty minutes of jogging, fifty lunges, then your daily fifty push ups.

You take your space, everyone takes their positions. And just when you're about to get down on your knees, you hear murmurs from the front. Unconsciously, your eyes go up and you glance in the direction of the captains. You see Levi talking with Hange, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes not leaving them. Then you see him, commander Erwin, standing alongside them. His hands locked behind his back, his face scanning the laying bodies of your comrades as his ears keep on listening. His eyes, same as six years ago, still carry that empty, cold glare in them. It glints under the sun, and for a second you don't see the eyes of a human standing there. But the eyes of some beast, its stare so animalistic, so fierce and hard it makes your skin dot and crawl with uneasiness despite the blazing sun above your head.

You exhale, and just when his eyesight reaches your row, you duck your head down and get into your position. You know, if you'd been late for a split of a second, your eyes would've met. And that was the last thing you wanted. Because still, after all these years, you couldn't bear to look into his eyes. The murderer of your family…

Your mouth twitches again, as you face the ground and lay your palms flat over the dirt, you smirk. Your head manifesting the right place and time, where you'll finally look into his eyes. The day you draw your blade into his chest, his heart.

If he even has one...

"I don't hear counting!" Hange yells, they start walking, slowly, observing the rising and falling bodies of all of you. You start hearing numbers all around, your comrades already doing their push ups and counting. And you start going at it yourself.

"One... Two... Three..." Sweat breaks over your forehead, dots start to trickle and fall to the dirt in front of you. You exhale, your breath already struggling, but you know it's not that big of a deal. You've been doing it for years, fifty pushups is nothing for you.

"Twenty-five... Twenty-six... Twenty-Seven..." The murmurs you heard before had stopped, momentarily, then picked up again. In the corner of your eyes, you notice Hange is no longer observing, but in a deep discussion with captain Levi again at the far side of the yard. Yet, you still hear tapping, boots thunking the dirt as you keep pushing up, lowering down, pushing up, lowering down.

"Thirty-nine... Forty... Forty-one..." Your lungs exhale, a pool of sweat had already formed under your face in the dirt, your chin still trickling. Your elbows start getting that familiar ache, your core burn, and your toes get numb. Yet your ears keep following that sound, those boots, thunk, thunk, thunk...

"Forty- three... Forty-four... Forty-five..."

Cramp!

Instantly, your stomach clenches, your abs on fire, and your elbows give in. Your face falls first into that damp dirt under you. And your body follows. You slump into the rough ground, and a small puff of dust rises and gets swiped away with the breeze. You start breathing hard, inhaling and exhaling heavy as the dirt penetrates your lungs and you start coughing. You feel mortified, not because this was such a routine for you and it's your first time failing it, but because those boots, that thunking, had stopped. And as you lift your face slowly, almost in dread, you see a long, massive shadow had formed over your body. Blocking the sky and your whole view as you try to peek a glance…

Thud!

Your face slams, heavy and hard, right back into the dirt you almost wanted to groan from how hard you hit the ground. Your cheek gets grazed. Your lungs suffocate on the dust again and your chest lets out a few more coughs. You don't need to see, you don't need anyone near you to tell you what happened. As the pressing of his big and heavy boot keeps on pushing your head down into your pool of sweat.

"If you can't do a goddamn pushup the right way, you might as well sign to kitchen duties and save us all the effort of training such fucking failures!” He shouts, his voice is loud, deep, and filled with so much authority you almost shudder under his foot.

You can feel everyone's eyes on you without even looking, and you feel your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. This was nothing new, coming from him. He's always been known for how cruel and strict he was. But what he was doing to you now, was not only cruel but disrespectful you felt your blood boiling.

I'm not a failure...

Your palms fist, and your feet shift on their tiptoes again. You incline your elbows and with his heavy foot still over your head, you push. Up, up, up, until that loud groan finally escapes your delicate throat and you yell. "Forty-six... Forty-seven... Forty-eight..."

He doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything. He keeps his foot over your head, as you keep pushing, then lowering. Your chest letting out jagged and rough breaths, your voice so raspy and hurt, you keep going. And you could swear, with each time you elevated your body up, you feel him putting more pressure onto you.

"Forty- nine... Fifty..." You scream, almost wanting to let go of your body, move your elbows and let it fall to the ground again. But you don't. You keep yourself pushed up, your arms began shaking, your breath held inside your chest, and your face turns so red yet you keep on fighting it. Your body stays up that the pushup turns to a thirty second plank.

Not until you hear his annoyed sigh, and feel the pressure being removed from your head and his boot slams the ground in front of you once again that you let go and immediately crumble down.

You don't look up, not yet. You start dragging heavy breaths, in, out, in, out... Until you hear him walking away, joining his captains on the other side. That you look up in his direction, and immediately, your eyes lock.

He's been staring at you, muttering a few things to Hange, while his eyes stay glued to you. A piercing shade of icy blue, it traps the air inside your lungs.

Then you exhale roughly, your mouth starts curling in disgust and your eyes can't hide it anymore, you glare right back at him. And you feel it, something igniting, burning, inside your body. It makes your fingers dig deep into the dirt, you can feel your nails scraping. Yet you keep on glaring, your jaw grits, and your body stiffens. And now you're not sure who's the beast and who's the prey anymore...

He keeps on looking at you, a slight twitch in his lips happens. A slight lift of an eyebrow. As if daring you to break that glare away, to bow your head and show him the respect he deserves. But you don’t. You keep on glaring back, your chest keeps on panting. Your body rigid and your eyes on fire. And now you’re the one daring him to look away.

But Erwin blinks, finally, when Hange asks him something. And he breaks his eyes away with a hint of a vile smirk over his lips. As if telling you don’t get full of yourself, you didn’t win this one. But he merely let you have it.

Suddenly, your body flinches and jolts when a hand reaches you. "Y/N!" You hear Mikasa right next to you, then you look to see her crouching down to level with you. "Are you okay?"

You nod, your head feels so dizzy from how hard your nerves were tugged and strained. Then you hear a chuckle.

"Oh, my fucking God! That was BADASS!" Connie shouts, also approaching you to give you a 'well done!' slam over your shoulder. It knocks the breath out of you. And then you smile, then chuckle and shake your head.

"She really showed Commander Erwin who's the boss!"

You snort, shaking your head again. "Shut it now." And you shove him away, then you take Mikasa's hand to pull your body up.

Did I?

Everyone starts murmuring, talking with each other, as they start to head out of the training field. And you walk with them, ignoring their eyes and comments as you keep your head down. Your cheeks sting from that harsh pressing over the ground but you ignore it as well. Then you start feeling something else. Creeping up over you, seizing you, like an invisible magnet force, tempting you to look. To turn your head, and look back, to the left, at him. Because you are sure, the way your body is feeling it again, that he's staring right at you once again.

And, unconsciously, your mouth tugs, in a very wicked smirk, as you kick the floor to keep on walking, out and away from him.

I’m so close...

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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hello, hope you're doing well and taking good care of yourself :) I just wanted you to know that I absolutely adore and worship the way you write Stepdad Erwin 🛐

And if you've got the time for this I have a request for Stepdad Erwin where the reader just had a terrible breakup, her and Erwin share a not so very innocent father and daughter bond which goes along the lines of passing flirtatious comments or stuff like that. And now that his sweet daughter is hurt and feels miserable Daddy Erwin decides to comfort her by fucking her real good ♡

If you're comfortable I'd love to see your approach towards this, thank you :)

OMG ANON TYSM YOURE SO SWEET 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 ofc ofc

Pairing: stepfather!Erwin x stepdaughter!reader

Genre: smutty smut, age gap (Erwin is 37, y/n is 20 lmao), stepdad x stepdaughter relationship TW: daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral f and m receiving, stepcest, dumbification dd/lg uh idk what else lol Taglist: @hopeless-daydream3r @syrma-sensei @nathalunalune @nighttimescribbles @dassmyname @slavanimesimp @shrekisshrimpthesimp @antoxsmith @killerbananas @macyomoiji @teri-yeager IT'S UNEDITED!!

"Honey, I'm going out with the girls, tonight, alright?"

Of course, there was never really a night when Erwin actually fell asleep with his wife beside him. She was always gone and it pissed him off at first, but lately, he had just stopped caring.

Erwin sighed and hung his coat by the coatstand. He had just gotten home after a long day at work and all he wanted to do was rest.

"Is y/n home yet?" Erwin asked. The only reason he hadn't divorced that woman was because of you. You had great potential and he had made sure you were studying in one of the best colleges in the country.

Having your mom marrying another man when you were just fifteen, you didn't really like it at first, but as the time passed, Erwin earned your respect, and eventually your affection. Now, you were twenty years old and you knew better than ever that the only reason you were studying in that college was because Erwin was there to provide for you.

If you were left with just your mom - hell you wouldn't be studying at all. Erwin supported you and when he was in a good mood - he spoiled you, funding your shopping sprees, your outings with your friends, your vacations. It wasn't such a big deal. His purse was always full since he owned a company and fuck you'd be a liar if you said you've never thought about him in the loneliest nights.

Maybe he had picked up on your sounds, coming from your room, late in the night, touching yourself to the very thought of him. He had watched you once. You little minx - you had left your door half-open so that he would see you.

The way you moaned his name when you came all over your fingers - he would never forget it. You slutty little thing.

Of course, his wife was clueless. She was never really home.

"Oh yes," She said. "Just came home from college. Her boyfriend broke up with her so she's a bit of a mess. Just leave her alone for a while." She pecked Erwin's lips before walking out the door. "Bye, honey!"

Erwin frowned. He'd known you had a boyfriend. It had pissed him off as well, but he couldn't really stop you. You'd both known that the awkward looks, the flirtatious conversations, the lusty nights - you both knew that this was wrong. You were his stepdaughter and he was your stepfather. You both had to get it together and never indulge in this.

So, you tried to run from it. You got a boyfriend and he focused on his job. But Erwin was angry anyway.

No man should be allowed to hurt his little girl.

Erwin ignored his wife's instructions, and he headed straight for your room. Your door was closed but he could hear silent little sobs coming from you.

"Y/n?"

You sniffled and wiped your cheeks. "Not now, daddy."

He sighed. His pretty baby was a mess. He walked in anyway and gently approached you. You were lying on your bed, your back facing the door. He walked around to sit by the edge of the bed, facing you. You buried your face in your pillow and a small sob escaped you again.

"Aw, my sweet baby." He caught your chin, urging you to pull your face from your pillow so that he could look at your teary eyes and damp cheeks. You were so fucking beautiful when you cried.

He wrapped his arms around you and he picked you up like you weighed nothing, settling you on his lap. Your knees pressed on the bed on his sides and you sniffled again, wiping the pretty tears off your cheeks with your palm while he tucked your hair behind your ear. Ruined mascara stained your cheeks and he licked his thumb, swiping it away.

"What's his name? Tell daddy and he'll take care of it."

"No! Daddy, it's alright, I'm..." you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, grasping onto his half-open white shirt. "...I'm alright... s' glad you're here..." you buried your face in his neck, drawing in his scent mixed with his expensive cologne. His fingers buried within your hair, petting your head as if you were some beautiful little pet.

"You poor thing. Your first heartbreak. Must be so devastated."

"I am, daddy."

"That's alright, little girl..." he pulled back to look at you, cupping your pretty face "...will you let daddy make you feel better?"

You nodded frantically before he leaned in caught your pretty lips in his own. You sighed contently in the kiss and parted your lips allowing entrance to your mouth. He kissed you soft and sweet letting him taste you and you buried your fingers in his hair. His arms were around you, sneaking beneath your tank top to touch your waist, your hips, your belly, your breasts.

He let go of your lips, pressing soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, your chest, your shoulder. He pulled your tank top over your head, revealing your pretty body beneath. Your hips were already thrusting against his crotch. He grabbed your hips, keeping you in place.

"Not yet, baby girl." He planted a bite at the crook of your neck and you gasped, throwing your head back for him.

"Please... please, daddy, I need you... been wanting you for so long..."

"I know, sweetheart, I know..." he unclasped your bra, letting your pretty breasts loose, pulled a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, watching your shake and shiver while you struggled to take off his shirt. "No." He caught your hands, and trapped them both behind you, at the small of your back with just one of his own. You tried to free them, but he was just too strong "the only one naked in here, will be you, baby girl."'

You whined. "That's unfair!"

He chuckled and finally pulled from her breasts to look up at that cute little pout that spread on your lips. "Do you think that it wasn't unfair of you to be a slutty little thing, touching herself in the nights, moaning my name so damn loud? It was intentional, wasn't it? Leaving your door open... pretty baby, all spread out for daddy to watch."

"No! Daddy, I- I didn't mean to-"

"Ssshh, it's alright, my pretty angel, just let daddy make you feel good, alright?"

You nodded sheepishly. He helped you take off your shorts and your panties, now completely naked, settling back down on your bed, parting your pretty legs for him and fuck your cunt looked fucking divine. Better than what he had imagined.

He stood up of the bed and grabbed your legs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. He knelt down and buried his face between your legs. He closed his lips around your clit, giving it a strong suck and making your head roll back to the mattress. Your hands balled into fists around the sheets of your bed while he eased a thick finger inside your warm, wet walls.

He licked a stripe from your slit to your clit, gathering your sweet arousal on his tongue. He curled his finger inside your cunt, searching for that sensitive spot that he'd use for the rest of the night to coax however many orgasms he wanted out of you.

You let a particularly high-pitched moan when he found it and he smiled devilishly. He pressed his tongue on your twitching clit while he looked up at you. How you had thrown your head back. Beautiful body arched and delicious breasts peaked in attention. And then there were those sounds - those delicious sounds that he had heard before but he had tried so hard to hold himself back.

It was so fucking wrong to do this with his stepdaughter. You were but a little girl in his eyes - a twenty year old inexperienced little princess that he was going to corrupt and turn into a mindless slut who was only made to provide holes for daddy.

"Shit..." Erwin growled sucking harder on your clit and gently easing another finger inside your spasming hole that was now dripping. The second finger came in without any resistance. His cock was forming a tent beneath his pants and if you didn't cum now, he'd skip the prep and just fuck you right then and there.

He licked your juices and he nudged your sweet spot with every rough thrust his fingers made inside you. The sounds were obsecene. Your wet cunt was almost as loud as your moans and whimpers and gasps that turned to tiny little screams as he brought you closer and closer.

"Right there, daddy! Right there, I'm gonna cum!"

He smacked your thigh, leaving an imprint of his hand there, hard enough to make you cry out from the sudden pain that travelled straight to your cunt.

"Cum, baby, be a good girl and cum on daddy's tongue."

You screamed. Your back made an unnatural arch and your legs shook around his head. He pressed a hand to your belly, to keep you pinned on the bed while he fucked his fingers into you, overstimulating you through your orgasm till you were scream and pretty tears were running down your cheeks.

"No! Daddy! S' too much, too much... too much- Ah!"

He slapped your clit roughly a couple of times knocking another orgasm out of you in a row. You could barely breathe. It was too much, you wept, but he let you ride it out, planting kisses on your thighs, while you twitched and trembled and you finally calmed down.

"What a good girl..." he planted a gentle bite on your thigh "...my good, pretty girl... you did so well for me."

He took off his belt and hovered on top of you, sinking his limbs all around you on the bed while he kissed away your tears and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your fingers in his hair. You caught his lips again, devouring his mouth, trying to get sly and unbutton his shirt while you kept him distracted with your lips.

He pulled back from the kiss and he wrapped your arms, tearing them away from his shirt and pinning them on the bed above your head. You giggled at that look of irritation on his face.

Maybe if you riled him up he'd fuck you hard. That's exactly what you wanted and he was going to give it to you.

"Don't be a bad girl, y/n." He warned. "You don't want to know what happens to bad girls."

"I want to touch you!"

He clicked his tongue. "Not today, babygirl." He caught his belt that he had set aside. "Hands up."

You pouted but still did as asked, letting him fasten his belt around your wrists and after he made sure you'd keep them there, he got up, and grabbed your bound wrists with one arm, dragging you off the bed and on your knees right in front of him.

Your parted your lips like a good girl, sticking your tongue out, waiting for him to stick his cock inside your awaiting mouth. Your mouth watered at the sight of it. Big and beautiful cock, long and girthy, one large vein protruding along the length. Fuck, this man was perfect.

He pressed the leaky tip to your tongue, letting you taste his salty precum before he caught your head and gently thrust his cock inside you mouth. He buried his fingers in your hair and he fucked your mouth. He grunted as the wet warmth of your mouth enveloped his cock. Spit ran down your chin and leaked on the floor, making a mess on his black shoes.

He brought you close enough, burying himself down your throat, making you gag and bury your nose in his underbelly. He grunted before finally releasing you and picking you up, literally throwing you on the bed as if you weighed nothing.

You wrapped your legs around his waist while he positioned himself on your entrance before he thrust in. Your mouth parted in a silent scream and your body arched. You threw your head back while he buried his face in your neck, beginning to lick and kiss and bite.

"Fuck... you're so big, daddy... s' deep..."

"You feel amazing, sweetheart." He caught your lips in his own, settling deep inside you all the way for a moment like he kissed you sweet before he pulled back and settled on his knees.

He settled your legs on his shoulders and he started thrusting.

With a few slow thrust and his thumb on your clit, those pretty moans started to slip from your lips. His cock nudged your spot and you cried out. He groaned as you clenched around him. Your wetness was making a mess on your bed.

But that was alright, daddy would just buy a new set.

His fat cock stretched you over and over, reaching the deepest parts. He groaned. "You're squeezing me so hard, sweetheart..." he leaned down, grabbing your tied hands and forcing them above your head while he pulled out and thrust back in harder this time, knocking you forward. A delicious cry escaping your pretty mouth "...no boy has fucked this cunt the way it deserves to be fucked, hmm?"

"Y- Yes! D- Daddy, please... s' good, fuck..." there was no way you could form a coherent sentence right now.

"It's alright, baby. You're mine now," he buried his face back in your neck, biting down harshly enough to leave a mark. You gasped. He picked up the pace, bullying your spot with his cock. His balls slapped against your ass, heavy and full. He groaned. "Are you going to be a good girl and cum around daddy's cock? Hmm?"

"Fuck, daddy, yes! Yes, please, please... m' so close, s' fuckin' close please..."

His hand snuck between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tense circles whilst he fucked you hard, hitting your cervix and you were a gone.

Your screamed, gushing all over his pumping cock. Your body arched and shook beneath him and he groaned because you squeezed him so fucking tight, he nearly came inside you. He pulled out, cumming all over your heaving stomach.

He let you both to take a moment to catch your breath. He cleaned you up before tucking you to sleep, kissing away your tear-stained cheeks and cupping your face.

"I don't want any other man laying hands on you. Is that understood?"

"Y- Yes, daddy!"

He pressed a kiss on your forehead. "Good girl."

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 5 months

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boyfriend erwin smith headcanons

- definitely has a very hearty laugh he saves just for you

- isn’t super into PDA but will have a gentle guiding hand on the small of your back

- he’s super into his work, often coming home late but makes sure to give you a kiss on your forehead while you’re snoozin

- walks around the house in just a towel after his showers!!!

- makes some mean chocolate chip pancakes

- surprisingly loves to bake all types of cookies for the holidays

- would definitely take pictures in matching sweaters for christmas cards

- will always zip up your dress or help fasten jewelry

- so enjoys barnes n nobles

- uses a ungodly amount of hairgel

- ^ super into his personal hygiene, always clean shaven and smellin so good

- quality time is his love language, loves to be in the same room with you as you both do your own thing

- you’re cooking dinner? he’s doing the dishes. you’re throwing in a load of laundry? he’ll fold em. this is a 50/50 relationship baby

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arteastica · 2 months

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Early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (25)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (26)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

wc: 6.6k

Lord Koch started to prove you wrong the moment you walked through the ivy-covered gates of his suburban estate, early-blooming wisterias cascading down the fence and conspiring with the honeysuckles to conceal the impassable iron wall, making it look more like the secret back door to some fairytale garden than the main entrance to a wealthy family’s homestead. You had expected dozens of solicitous footmen, perhaps some even hired for the occasion only, busily striding around the gardens, flocking towards the guests with fizzy drinks on their trays and welcoming smiles on their faces, politely offering to help with their frock coats and dainty parasols. Just as it was expected at any other Sunday gathering in Mitras. Or Saturday, in this case.

Instead, the only ones greeting the guests at their arrival were the imposing cedars flanking the sunlit path that led to the placid, flawlessly circular pond in the middle of the main garden. After that, guests were on their own, left to figure out, or finger guess depending on each individual’s personal approach, which one of the sprawling paths before them could possibly take them to the place where distant violins, faint laughters and the soft clinking of glasses could be heard coming from.

It was clear that whoever got invited to the celebration should’ve been there previously, perhaps numerous times, and therefore, well-acquainted with the Kochs. Acquainted enough to know their way around the property and the complex system of azalea shrubs spreading in all sorts of confusing directions, flowering under the sun as their glossy leaves danced in the wind, something more like a maze than a garden. And you couldn’t help but feel that a map should’ve been provided with the invitation, or at the entrance at the very least, because there was no way a stranger like you could find the courtyard mentioned in the invitation all by themselves. And for a moment, a silly idea crossed your mind, maybe this was some sort of task Lord Koch had designed so the guests could prove themselves worthy of attending his party. It seemed like he wanted only his true friends there on that special day. But luckily for you, your father was there to lead the way.

Amidst the excitement leading up to that special day, you had forgotten about your father, your head completely monopolized by the thought of your first date with the Commander, because… yes, that’s right, in your head, this was about you and him, and not about Lord Koch and his birthday. He already had forty nine of those for heaven’s sake, but this…this was a first for you and the Commander; the charity ball clearly not counting because, one, you hadn’t been together in that sense back then, and two, you had attended as his assistant and not his ‘princess’. So it was no wonder that, between choosing your dress, the right underwear, and daydreaming about dancing head-on-his-chest all afternoon, you had been unable to reach the obvious conclusion that your parents would most likely be attending the reception too. And it was not until you arrived home the previous night, completely unannounced and looking to surprise them, that you ended up surprised instead when your mother excitedly broke out the news during dinner.

And your father was particularly thrilled about finally getting to meet the Commander of the Survey Corps, ‘the man who saved my daughter’s life’ in his own words. He was arguably more thrilled about it than about the apple toddies, and that was a huge claim to make considering how many of those he was known to chug down on a single evening. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited yourself, not about the toddies, which by the way you weren’t sure they would be serving when it was barely ten in the morning, but about everything else. Sleep had evaded you for the most part of the previous night, your stomach swarmed with colorful butterflies that resembled the ones now fluttering above the Koch’s blooming azaleas, and your heart gleefully springing inside your chest at the thought of him meeting your parents.

You knew it was not like he would be asking for your hand in marriage right there in the middle of Lord Koch’s courtyard. They would probably shake hands, maybe share a drink or two while your father expressed his gratitude, and then walk separate ways without asking your parents for their blessing. But, it’s just that… you couldn’t help it…it all felt so official all of a sudden.

Yes, admittedly, no one else in this world, besides Hitch, knew about the things the two of you would do behind the closed doors of his office, but…What did he think people would say once they saw you together at the party? This was not work-related, this was not some formal event he was required to attend as the Commander of the Survey Corps. It was just his friend’s birthday lunch, an occasion that didn’t call for the presence of his assistant. And, once your favorite ballad came on and you found yourselves slow dancing under some wisteria pergola, your hand resting in his, and your head, on his shoulder…did he think people would just shrug their shoulders and look the other way thinking ‘yep, that’s his assistant’?

Before asking you to come, had he considered the possibility that once they saw him pull your chair out, helping you in like the gentleman he is, possessive hand resting on the small of your back and your lips smiling lovingly at the gesture…people would undoubtedly start asking questions about the nature of your relationship?

Like you knew your parents were.

You didn’t know what they were thinking, but you knew they were thinking something. Your mother was too well-versed and frighteningly skilled at concealing her thoughts, she was too proficient in the occult arts of vanishing any trace of emotion from her face within seconds, before anybody noticed anything, no matter how shocking or scandalous the news were. However, you saw the look of surprise in her eyes when you told her who you’d be attending the reception with. It was brief and you had almost missed it, but it was there nonetheless. She hadn’t said anything, but there were signs. She hadn’t asked questions, but you knew she wondered. You knew she did, just like many at the party would.

So, all things considered, how could you blame yourself for feeling this was official? How could you get mad at yourself for believing this was some sort of announcement? Yes, subtle and silent, but an announcement regardless. And you were loving every second of it. As evidenced by the beaming smile you wore as you stepped into Lord Koch’s courtyard, the pistachio-colored tulle of your dress joyfully dancing in the balmy spring breeze.

You had chosen open shoulders for the occasion, a symmetrical hemline falling all the way down to your ankles, and dainty flower embroidery to harmoniously blend in with all the pansies and forget-me-nots of the garden. Oh, and no open slits this time because your mother was also coming.

The top was narrow and fitted, gradually widening out from the waist into a relaxed skirt, and you had skipped the puffy petticoat because you didn’t want Lord Koch to think you were trying to steal attention from him.

Your favorite part of the dress was undoubtedly the long puffy sleeves that fell all the way down to your wrists, made of semitransparent tulle and adorned with small, pretty butterflies that perfectly matched the blue ones on the pin your mother had kindly placed on your hair before leaving the house.

Considering the carriage he had driven to the base last winter, you could be forgiven for expecting nothing less than an equally opulent and effusive display of wealth on Lord Koch’s end, and make no mistake, the courtyard of his manor was a display of wealth in every sense of the word, just not the extravagant type. Somehow, it managed to be well-mannered and even unassuming at times.

His house was more like a castle than anything else, yet there was a comforting sincerity in the clear crystal windows and the way they would reflect the gentle morning sun; a graceful spontaneity in the wildflowers and the way they would grow in the most unexpected of places, whether it was a crack on the wall or inside the stone fountain at the entrance of the garden.

The wise willow, towering over the pond at the far end of the meadow, brought effortless elegance into an already gracious scene, and the glasshouse keeping it company looked like the type of place you’d love to spend a whole summer in, with a cold lemonade and a good book in hand, even if you didn’t enjoy reading that much.

It was there in the courtyard where you understood why there was no staff positioned at the estate’s entrance. Turns out they were all here, in the inner garden, one hand tucked behind their back and the other skillfully balancing silver plates, as they gracefully dodged the puffy skirts of the ladies and the walking canes that the gentlemen loved to sway around when gesticulating.

And you had to give it to the waiters, the feat they were pulling was almost acrobatic, considering how packed the garden was. The number of guests before your eyes, throwing their heads back laughing while joyfully toasting to each other’s prosperity, convincingly attested to Lord Koch’s remarkable popularity. He surely had a lot of people he could call friends, and you knew it was going to be pretty challenging to locate the one specific friend you were looking for.

You glanced around on your tiptoes and off into the multitude, but he was nowhere to be seen. It was going to take some time to find him, so you figured you’d better start now. You turned around to let your parents know, only to realize the crowd had swallowed them too. Figuring you’d run into them sooner or later when lunch was served, you took a deep breath and ventured into the sea of people, trying to stay out of the waiters’ way and making it past smiling faces you’d seen at multiple other parties throughout the years, albeit now they looked slightly different, and older, than they did back then.

As you politely nodded back to a friendly-looking lady whose eyes seemed unable to leave your dress, it hit you that you hadn’t mingled like this in a while. After spending what some would call ‘the better years of your life’ in training camp, and right after that, moving to the middle of the forest for the Survey Corps, you hadn’t attended a birthday party in like forever.

Not much had changed though, at least not when it came to the way you felt about events like this one, and certainly not when it came to the way they made you feel. The anxious drumming in your chest was still ever-present, and the uncontrollable need to fiddle with your hair whenever you felt a stranger’s eyes on you was very much still a reflex action. You didn’t know if it was because of the same reasons as you, but you felt like you understood Captain Levi and why he disliked such gatherings. You weren’t close with him at all, but maybe someday you could bond over this and your appreciation for good tea, who knows?

You grabbed a tantalizingly golden tartlet from a nearby waiter as he walked past you. As expected, only the food made these kind of experiences worth it. The food and, in this particular occasion, him, of course.

You nodded in delight as the caramelized pear melted in your mouth, simultaneously satisfying both your sweet tooth and all the butterflies in your stomach in a single bite. Buttery, flaky and unexpectedly rich. Once you moved to the cabin in the woods, you would prepare pear tartlets like this one for him too. The comforting smell of home-baked love escaping through the open kitchen window, riding on the gentle spring breeze as it caressed your cheeks just the way it was right now in the middle of the courtyard garden.

Our little cabin. You smiled, looking around to find the man you dreamed to share it with.

And you saw Leon, standing under the shade of the breezeway not too far from you, back resting against a pillar and a rose-colored liquid in his glass as he conversed with a tall, auburn-haired lady.

You waved at him from afar when his eyes accidentally met yours, and, not wanting to interrupt the conversation, limited your interaction to a smile. However, being the welcoming soul you’d known him to be, he invited you to join him and his companion by mouthing a silent ‘Do you have time?’

As you made your way to him, you exchanged smiles with the lady he was with. She was young, very young, as suggested by her round face and the plump, dewy cheeks that came with it, which you were certain would bounce like jelly under your finger. She appeared to be in her twenties too, although her small, button-like nose and other angelic features made you suspect she was a little younger than you.

Her fitted, velvet dress hugged her body in ways only custom-made dresses could, and the hunter green skirt, flawlessly accentuating the reddish-browns of her hair, reminded you of the winged cloak you would wear every day back at the base. The dark color, as well as the narrow, tight maturity of the dress contrasted the innocence present in her soft features. Features that were just as warm as Leon’s, especially when coupled with the welcoming smile she was gifting you with.

“My lady.” Leon’s soft lips greeted the back of your hand as it was quickly becoming tradition whenever you met. “I fail to identify the nature of the spell you cast on us, and forgive me if talks of witchcraft and sorcery come off as wicked or impudent in any way, but supernatural powers are the only acceptable explanation as to why your beauty seems to intensify with every passing season.”

You were only able to giggle, his convoluted compliment reaching your ears and pleasantly tickling your confidence.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Leon, and you happen to own the kind of eyes that only see the good in everyone and everything. But thank you, I’m flattered.” You admitted as he let go of your hand. “And I believe we agreed to use each other’s given names?”

“He completely refused to use my given name until, I believe… the seventh year into our relationship was it?” The angelic-looking lady turned to Leon, her head adorably tilting to the side in thought, and you couldn’t help but find it satisfying: The way her honey voice was just as melodious as you’d imagined the sounds made by those beautiful lips would be.

“My lady, this is my good friend Angelika.” Leon said, gracefully signaling to his left. “Perhaps you are already acquainted with each other, since you both live in the same ward.”

Angelika. You couldn’t help but smile at the gratifyingly fitting name. The leaf-shaped brooch on her hair looked a lot like a family crest, and the diamonds embedded all around it, as well as the ‘double-u’ engraved in the center, told you that she descended from a noble lineage, as you suspected at least half of the partygoers did. But what really called your attention was the prismatic moonstone decorating her delicate beauty bones, perfectly shaped like a raindrop, and making you wonder if the occult was among her interests.

“Oh please, Leon, the northern ward is just as big as my father’s ego.” She joked, taking your hand into hers, dainty and covered in satin all the way down to her elbows. “Truly a pleasure, my lady.”

“The pleasure is mine, Lady Angelika.” You returned the gorgeous smile she was offering.

Lady Angelika was endearing in a dignified, elegant way; and you couldn’t help but notice that her expressive hazel eyes went well together with the enchanted forest Leon had in his, much like the honey pistachio loaf your mother would bake every year in the fall.

And it was not only their eyes that complemented each other, but the atmosphere surrounding them as well. Much like the sparkling stream running down the meadow behind them, and the horses leisurely grazing along its waters, there was a natural authenticity to them. One you would have undoubtedly remembered had you been around it before, especially considering Lady Angelika’s remarkable grace.

“My lady, you ought to stop looking at me like that or I might start questioning my personal preferences.” She joked, a smile on her lips and your hand still on hers. “And I’m afraid ten in the morning on a Saturday is too early to have that type of conversation.”

“Oh, please forgive me.” You chuckled lightly, letting go of her hand. “I was just wondering if you were aware of the power that moonstone holds.”

She reached for the gemstone hanging around her neck “Oh this? Of course, Leon gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday.” She explained as her fingers caressed it fondly. “He bought it from a witch down south. Apparently she found it right in the center of the footprint left by that gigantic titan who destroyed Wall Maria.” You felt your whole body tensing up at her words. “You know, the first time it appeared. She believes it used this moonstone to make itself invisible, that’s the only logical explanation as to how a creature of such colossal measures managed to appear and disappear into thin air without anyone seeing it coming.”

Your throat felt impossibly tighter all of a sudden, all incoming air failing to reach your lungs. You didn’t necessarily believe moonstones granted anyone the power of invisibility, neither the ability to wander around only in spirit, and you had meant the question as a lighthearted joke, never considering it could backfire, and definitely not expecting Lady Angelika’s answer to make you reminisce about Bertolt’s genuine smile and Reiner’s sweet disposition.

“Are you, perhaps, also interested in gemstones and their magical properties, my lady?” Leon suddenly asked, prompting you to blink away the bittersweet melancholy and the confusion that usually followed any train of thought that led to your ex-classmates.

“I- my father- It’s one of his favorite topics to discuss at the dinner table.” You explained, chuckling nervously in an attempt to compose yourself. “Did you perhaps attend Orvud Academy, Lady Angelika?”

“Oh my, are you a diviner?!” She jumped excitedly. “Yes, I did! Until the eighth grade, before Father decided to move me and my sisters to another institute in Ehrmich.”

“Then maybe we coincided in the corridors a few times.” You suggested, feeling your chest lightening up the farther away you walked from the uncomfortable topics discussed a few sentences ago. “I also went to Orvud.”

“Maybe we did! Oh my, Leon, this world is so small!” She turned to her friend, the delight present in her voice, and the gleeful way in which she started tugging at his hand, made you think of a little kid trying to lead their favorite parent to the candy store. “Although I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t remember me.” She suddenly turned her head towards you. “I looked very different back then. I was so…outlandish.” She concluded, sporting the face of someone who’d just smelled the food that had caused them indigestion.

“Sometimes, in moments of dejection or self-doubt, I find reassurance in knowing that I no longer look, nor act, like I did back in eighth grade.” You said, her smile instantly evolving into a soft, silvery laugh that was as delicate and angelic as you expected hers to be.

“Next time I’m feeling down, I’ll give it a try.” She promised.

“Is there a reason why you changed schools, my lady?” You asked, feeling comfortable enough to let your curiosity wonder and wander.

“Father believed the institutes at Ehrmich taught better chess. I wanted to stay in Orvud because all my friends were there. Not to mention Ehrmich is in the literal opposite side of town, and even to this day, I still grieve the precious minutes that the long ride home took away from my youth.” She complained dramatically. “But I can’t complain. And neither can Leon.” Lady Angelika smiled mischievously at her friend. “That’s where he first laid eyes on me, and also where I became the inspiration for his first book.”

Leon smiled back, and it was the type of smile that told you this was a conversation he already had way too many times, yet somehow, still wasn’t tired of.

“Your beauty is indeed of remarkable proportions, my dearest Angelika.” He said, lightly raising his glass as if making a toast to his friend’s comeliness. “However, as we have discussed several times in the past, the source of inspiration for my first published work, or muse, if the casual scribbling I do from time to time were to be considered a form of art, was the cloudless sky I had the providential fortune to exist under during the summer I spent in Karanes.”

“Leon fell in love with a married woman, and she had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Quite scandalous. Isn’t it?”

Lady Angelika’s opportune translation painted a smirk on your face as you raised a probing eyebrow at Leon. And you expected his ears, as well as his cheeks maybe, to turn red the moment his friend’s words reached them, but you should’ve known better than to expect that from someone of such poised, elegant bearing. Instead, he allowed a relaxed, graceful laugh to escape his lips before a reply could.

“She was indeed married, but I didn’t fall in love with her.” He explained calmly, the easiness in his demeanor evidencing that he was already used to be teased by his friend. “Her loving husband and sweetheart of many years stands in this very courtyard as we speak, so I would sincerely appreciate it if we could keep away from distasteful misunderstandings.” He took another sip of his drink as his eyes scanned the room. “Ending the day with a black eye is certainly not one of the goals I set for myself this morning when I sat down with my diary and my favorite breakfast tea.”

“Oh, is she around then?” Lady Angelika asked excitedly, giggles decorating her voice as she tried her best to find an unknown face in the crowd.

“She is not. If you’d studied the poems with the careful perusal they demanded, maybe you’d know that such elusive beauty tends to evade congested occasions like today’s.” He teased, and his friend dramatically placed a hand over her chest in response, pretending to take offense.

“May I ask what the book's title is?” You smiled mischievously, curiosity tickling your mind. “I’ll admit I’m not the avid reader myself, but I’m willing to give poetry my undivided attention if it promises to uncover the mysterious identity of Leon’s first love.”

“Walking artwork. Talking poetry.” He replied, shaking his head in amused disapproval. “That’s the name of the book.” Your eyes widened in realization, suddenly remembering the blue book with faded golden letters that the Commander kept in his office, surely one of his favorite reads, and after today, one you’d definitely be borrowing sometime soon. “And as I said, my lady, she wasn’t a love of mine, but even if she was, I can assure you that by the time serendipitous fate brought our paths together, the title of ‘first’ had already been long claimed.”

Lady Angelika gave Leon a complicit smile that told you she knew exactly who that title belonged to. “Leon’s lust and uncontrollable desire for this married woman really comes to life in vivid colors thanks to all those forbidden words he so artistically painted her with.” She said giggling, looking at Leon as if trying to elicit a reaction from him, but all he had for her was an uninterested eye roll. “I would have given anything, even this very moonstone on my neck, only to see Aunt Freya’s flustered face once she reached chapter nineteen.” And the sultry way in which she sank her teeth on her bottom lip made you desperately want to know what exactly went down in chapter nineteen.

“I would consider it a miracle if Mother ever so much as touches one of my books.” He joked before bringing the glass to his lips, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was using the pink sparkly liquid to hide something that wasn’t as rosy.

“Of course she reads your books!” Lady Angelika exclaimed confidently, and you wondered if she too had noticed the same shift you had. “If I had a son as talented as you, I would never shut up about him.” She said proudly before turning to you. “Father used to get so annoyed at Uncle Hansel because he would never stop talking about Leon’s books whenever they played chess together.” Lady Angelika giggled, her eyes traveling briefly to the sky as if it was there where she kept all her memories. “Father felt that Uncle Hansel would just brag about ‘that gifted little nephew of his’ all evening and never focus on the game, which… even if we were to say that was the case… how come Father never managed to win a single one?” She chuckled before turning to Leon to clarify. “Nothing personal, you know how Father is. But I always understood Uncle Hansel and why he couldn’t stop gushing about his nephew. I was just as captivated by him.” She said fondly, and there was a hint of nostalgia in the sweet smile she was offering her friend. “And his work, of course!” She added rather abruptly.

“You praise me too much, my dearest Angelika. But my writing isn’t the slightest bit as impressive as your abilities in chess are.”

“Nonsense.” She said before turning to you, dismissing the compliment with a flick of her hand, a gesture that told you that her skills were probably every bit as impressive as Leon had implied. “My lady, I know you said reading is not among your interests but, by any chance, do you happen to enjoy ghost stories? In my humble, and probably very biased yet still fairly accurate opinion, there’s nothing like sitting by the fire on a blustery night, Leon’s horror anthology in one hand and something warm in the other, the wind ominously knocking at your window while his writing transports you to macabre dimensions.” She said, shuddering as a result of the goosebumps she had so willfully self-induced.

You chuckled, the lightness in you heart making you realize how rare days like these were. Since you had joined the Training Corps, and especially after becoming a Scout, it was as if the stakes were always high, in everything you did. It felt as if there was no normalcy in your life, or at least not like you once knew it. And, although you wouldn’t trade your life at the base for anything, you couldn’t deny that it was nice to enjoy ordinary moments like this every now and then. “That sounds frightfully enticing indeed, a perfect night made possible only by the comfort of knowing that, in the end, it’s all folktales and fiction.”

“Oh, but they are not fictional.” She was quick to clarify, shaking her hand promptly as if to make you understand how important it was for you to know this before proceeding any further. “Most of Leon’s stories are based off real life experiences, and that makes them all the more exciting! ‘Distant Cries from a Childless Town’ is based on the sinister events of that summer Leon spent traveling around Wall Rose.” She explained enthusiastically. “The second story, which is also my sister’s favorite, is about a priest who kept a human-sized titan locked in his basement. I won’t tell you how it ends, or how the titan got there in the first place, but from the title of the book you can pretty much guess, can’t you? What I will tell you, however, is that you’ll fall for the main character just as everyone does!” She made the face your father always did when daydreaming about your mother’s green tomato pie. “He’s loosely based off one of Leon’s closest friends, a super cute boy from the Trost countryside.” She tugged at Leon’s sleeve as if trying to get him to gush together with her. “His name was Jean. I met him one summer when he came to stay with Leon. Come to think of it, Leon is always friends with the dreamiest, most fascinating people.”

The way her eyes sparkled as she gazed into the sunlit fields, lips curved into a soft smile and fingers absentmindedly playing with the moonstone around her neck, told you that she was probably reminiscing about the happiest summer of her adolescent years. And you couldn’t help but chuckle, wondering if the Jean of Leon’s story was the same one you knew. He was from Trost too and, from your understanding, also childhood friends with Leon. And if it was him, you would have no option but to laugh at how comedic it all was. To think he had a secret admirer in Mitras, and not only that, but the fact that she was a member of the nobility… Heaven forbid he ever found out, because the one you knew, your Jean, his ego definitely did not need another boost.

Although, in all fairness, you kind of understood where Lady Angelika was coming from. Him and Reiner had always been the most popular among the ladies back at Training Camp. In fact, when you first met Jean, you had also thought he was really cool. It was the very first day of ODM practice, and although everyone else was struggling, he seemed to be a natural at it. However, you also remembered how quickly all form of curiosity and wonder had vanished, that same night at dinner to be more specific, when you saw him engage in one of those embarrassing fights him and Eren loved to have.

“He was so well-mannered and smelled so good all the time.” Lady Angelika continued her recollection of the events of that summer, just as your mind started to get flooded by memories of a very different summer, one where Eren and Jean never stopped throwing scrambled eggs and baked tomatoes at each other. “His hair was so soft and he was so manly we both fell in love with him.”

It was so sudden and unexpected, that you couldn’t stop your eyes from opening as wide and as inappropriately as your eyelids allowed them to.

“Leon and I didn’t talk to one another for weeks after that, until we finally waved our little white flags and agreed neither of us would pursue him. After that, we hugged and decided to go for chocolate pastries. We were so silly back then. Do you remember, Leon?”

“I would argue we still are.” He responded amusedly, bringing the glass to his lips and swirling the contents lightly before taking a sip.

Lady Angelika chuckled as she leaned over the handrail, her hair playing with the wind as she gazed at the pasturing horses, and you wondered if the longing smile present on her lips meant that she was still reminiscing about Jean. Leon, on the other hand, was looking at no one and nothing in particular, taking occasional sips from his glass until it was completely empty. And something, probably the wistful smile he was wearing, told you that he we was most likely thinking about those days too.

And about Jean, perhaps.

“I absolutely enjoy horror stories.” You blurted unprovoked after some uncomfortable seconds of silence, fearing it might escalate into something even more awkward. You weren’t sure if Leon was comfortable with you knowing such personal details about him, especially when you were acquainted with Jean yourself. “And I greatly appreciate the personalized recommendation, Lady Angelika. However, I think I’ll start with Walking Artwork and leave the sinister stories for bolder times, you know… for the sake of chronological order. I’m also curious to see how Leon’s writing evolved over the years.”

Leon let his head fall to the side both in suspicion and disbelief, squinting his eyes as if asking you to get it over with.

“And of course, because I’m interested in uncovering the married lady’s mysterious identity as well as what became of her.” You finally confessed, a giggle escaping your lips when you saw him roll his eyes and shake his head in disapproval. You had to admit that there was a very particular type of pleasure to be derived from teasing Leon, and you were beginning to understand why Lady Angelika seemed to enjoy it so much. “The Commander has that book in his personal collection. I might just borrow it on Monday and begin my research as soon as we go back to the office.”

“Even if you succeed in uncovering her identity, little does it matter, my lady; given the fact that my interest in her was purely artistic and never romantic.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders as if he was sorry to disappoint you. “As of what became of her, I’m happy to report that I’m still very much welcomed with warm geniality by both her and her darling daughters whenever I find myself in Karanes.” He signaled with a shake of his glass. “With that said, I’m truly honored and delighted, if I may allow myself such pleasures, to know that someone with Commander Smith’s intellect and literary knowledge found something of value in my dull first work. I have never been able to bring myself to read it again.”

“Huh? You work with Commander Smith?” Lady Angelika asked, the newfound piece of information lighting some sort of spark in her eyes, and you weren’t sure you could call it simple curiosity.

Nodding proudly, you looked around the garden, eyes surveying the room and a comfortable type of excitement bubbling inside you at the thought of finding his blue eyes in the crowd any time now.

“I had the pleasure of starting my rounds conversing with him by the central pavilion. Maybe he’s still there.” Leon looked in the direction of the marble-columned structure, as if trying to find him too. And you caught yourself trying to guess what the nature of their exchange was, something that admittedly troubled you more than a little, given the misunderstanding from a few weeks prior. “He must be looking for you too.”

You turned to Leon and were surprised to discover a smile full of understanding shining your way. And you sincerely hoped the nervous laugh that escaped your lips as a response could act as some sort of distraction so your burning cheeks and tomato ears could go unnoticed.

But you knew that he had been there that night, at the castle, in the dining hall, just a few rooms away from your office and all the wonderful things the Commander had been making you feel on top of his desk. And you also knew that, if he’d happened to hear something then, no amount of damage control you did now would be enough to erase it from his memory.

And like so, before you started acting more like a tomato and less like a person, you decided it was the perfect moment to start exchanging closing nods and parting smiles with Leon and Lady Angelika, which you did before heading in the direction he had pointed you to. Lady Angelika looked like she wanted to say something, and had it been any other moment, you would’ve waited. But, right now, all you wanted was to take your flustered face away and hide it in the Commander’s welcoming chest while you danced to a slow song or two.

“My Lady.” Leon’s sudden call of your name made you turn around abruptly. “Just one more thing.” He said as he approached you, putting some distance between Lady Angelika and him, and lowering his voice as if to ensure nobody else could hear what he was going to say. “I had a conversation with my dear uncle the other day, and I explained to him about the nature of our budding relationship.” He smiled mid-sentence as if to let you know it was okay, and you had to admit that any form of reassurance was very much welcome at the moment, especially when you had no clue where all this was heading. “I was very specific in my request, and by ‘very specific’ I mean I carefully treaded through all the poetical trap my tongue usually falls into, and sincerely asked him to stop hindering the growth of our blossoming friendship with the shadows his well-intended efforts are casting.”

His eyes lingered in the central pavilion’s direction for a while, seemingly taking his time organizing the words inside his head before saying them out loud. “Although very little use it has, I apologize if his remarks resulted in any kind of misunderstanding or inconvenience for you.”

You stared at his apologetic smile in silence, trying to make sense of the words that had just left his mouth. And maybe it was the tinge of remorse in his eyes or the way their attention would shift between you and the central pavilion, but something told you that he probably held the answer to the question you had been trying to get the Commander to respond.

No. Not probably.

He definitely did.

Did Lord Koch talk about you and Leon in a way that made the Commander think you were involved romantically? You didn’t know for sure, yet you knew two other things: One, if he had indeed said something, Leon would absolutely know what it was; and two, he would totally tell you if you asked.

But before you could do so much as open your mouth, Lady Angelika’s melodious voice called his name and he smiled apologetically before turning to her, leaving you there, stranded in the middle of the crowd, with nothing but questions to hold on to.

And you would have remained there for longer, had a flurried waiter not bumped into you, knocking the butterfly pin off your hair and making it bounce on the glossy marble tiles.

You looked down just in time to see it slide under a crystal table, and bent down to reach it, only to find that a gentle hand had gotten there first.

“Thank you, but it’s fine. I got it.” You said as your hand brushed past warm, manly fingers.

“I know you do, but let me.” Replied a rich, velvety voice you had only heard on your happiest moments.

You rose up as fast as your faltering legs allowed, your heartbeat like the frenzied flapping of hummingbird wings, and the reason for that, standing right in front of you, holding the blue butterfly in his welcoming hand, the sun sparkling on the metal pin in the same mesmerizing way it did on the sapphires he had on his face.

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m-jelly · 7 months

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Hello lovelyy , hope u r doing great 🌼

I think request are open so please this is my : Erwin x y/n

Just make erwin afraid of losing y/n After she gets kidnapped , and he gives her a lot of care when he returns her to him , and make sure her injuries are getting better.

I hope u accept my request 🌸🫠

I'm making this mafia/gang leader themed. Hope you like!

My worries

Erwin x fem!Reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, talks of injuries, care, protective Erwin, emotional Erwin.

After rescuing you from capture, Erwin gets you home to his penthouse and takes great care of you. While healing up, your boyfriend takes his worries and protective nature into overdrive.

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Erwin knelt on the bathroom floor as he stared at you in the bath. He gripped a wet cloth and began cleaning your face. His heart was stinging in his chest as he cleared your face of blood and dirt. Though you hadn't been hurt too much, it still looked bad. It was clear to Erwin that the only thing done to you was a few cuts and bruises.

Someone had beaten you for information and you had resisted. You weren't a big part of Erwin's work. You were just his sweet and loving girlfriend at his side. You knew nothing of the detailed things he did, only places he owned and that he had a gang. You were innocent and someone hurt you.

"Do you think" your soft voice cut through the heavy silence "I'll have some cool scars?"

Erwin gazed at you as you smiled so sweetly at him. He shook his head and chuckled. "Possibly."

"I'm going to look badass."

He dropped the cloth and took your hand in his. "Forgive me for not getting to you in time. I should have stopped them before he hurt you." He gulped hard. He struggled to breathe as his emotions bubbled away. "I failed."

You shifted in the bath and cupped Erwin's face. You knelt up and kissed Erwin. "You did not fail. I'm alive, right?" You lifted his head. "Right?"

He nodded. "Right."

You kissed the end of his nose. "Good boy."

He hummed in happiness. "Let's dry you off."

"Thank you."

Erwin emptied the bath and scooped you up into his arms. He eyed your body as he dried you off. Each cut and bruise was noted in his mind. After drying you and dressing you up, he made sure every cut and bruise was tended to. Your wrist was wrapped up tightly and your ankle as well.

Once you were filled with food, you were placed in your bed and tucked in. A delicate kiss was placed on your forehead and you were put to sleep. Erwin sat at your side as he made multiple calls to different members of his gang. He had to ensure that no hair on your head would ever be harmed again.

Due to how hurt you were and mostly because of Erwin, you were relaxing in the penthouse you lived in with Erwin for a few days. You didn't mind really, it was rather relaxing for you. However, you were beginning to get a bit of cabin fever and you wanted to go out just to get a coffee.

You tugged on a hoodie as you walked into the main living space. "I'm going out for coffee!" A slam of a hand against the door made you jump. You glanced up to see Erwin was blocking your path, he had some how managed to beat you to the door. "What would you like Mr speedy?"

He leaned down towards you. "You are not going out."

"I'm perfectly fine. I'm fit and healthy."

"You're not going."

You ducked under his arm and made your way to the door. "I won't be long."

Erwin's strong arm wrapped around your middle. He lifted you off your feet and held you close. "You will sit in your comfy seat, play video games and let me dote on you."

"Erwin."

"Don't make me order you."

You released a long sigh. "I want to go outside."

He turned you in his arms and held you like a bride. "The balcony is perfect for that."

You pouted as your lover carried you. "I know, but I want to go for a walk and be outside. I love being with you all snuggled up, but I can't be locked up here for the rest of my life. I'm not some princess captured by a dragon."

He sat on the sofa and sighed. "If I have to become the dragon, then I will."

You caressed his soft cheek before placing a loving kiss on his temple. "I have no idea what you went through and are still going through. I don't think I'll fully comprehend it all. But Erwin you can't keep me locked up here. The people who hurt me have been dealt with. You have stopped them. You ended them with your own hands."

He hummed and massaged the inside of your thigh. "You're right. The people who hurt you are gone."

You smiled softly. "That's right. Besides, I didn't say I'd go for coffee alone. How about you come with me? My personal handsome and sexy bodyguard."

Erwin chuckled. "You're right."

You winked at Erwin. "I can't be locked up here all the time, so how about we go out together when I want to go out. I'll only ever go with you, no one else. No more bodyguards. Just you and me."

Erwin tapped his forehead against yours. "Mm. Yes." He released a sigh. "I love you."

"I love you so much, Erwin."

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sparkywrites25 · 1 year

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Hello! I don't know if you take requests but would you write erwin x reader? Its totally fine if you don't wanna!

Choosing One's Fate

Summary: You and Erwin share a late night talk of hope and humanity.

"Have you ever thought of retiring the cape? To tell the whole world to solve their problems without you?"

"Retiring is probably not in my future. I just can't let people die, knowing I could save them."

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Prompt credit goes to @creativepromptsforwriting @creativepromptfills

Taglist: @ladycheesington

Notes: As this was asked on anon, I can't vouch for their age so this is SFW.

Silently, you stare down at the street-lamps, admiring the cozy glow they cast over the street. Very few people are out walking this late but occasionally your eyes will follow someone’s shadow as they walk beneath a lamp or cross the street.

You try and imagine who they are, what they are going home to, if they are even going home at all. You fold your arm and lean into the comfortable curtain that presses against the side of your face. You should find something else to occupy your time. There are a few other things that you could be doing instead. An entire two shelves on your bookcase hold novels that you haven’t devoured yet. A small pile of cups, glasses and plates sit in the sink ready to take up some of your time. You could even write a letter to your sister. It’s been a while since you’ve heard from her and you miss hearing about her busy life on the farm outside Ragako.

You’ve been meaning to visit but right now travel isn’t a priority. You also don’t want to admit that since Wall Maria was breached, you’ve been feeling a lot more uneasy about venturing into Rose as much. Shaking your head of those thoughts, you chide yourself. You need to let some of that fear go. You remind yourself of how many times you have visited Rosalia in the last five years, all of them being safe trips. Maybe you’re just over-thinking things. In fact, you are definitely over-thinking things. Staring out of the window like this isn’t helping either.

As you begin to turn away from the window, a movement catches your eye down in the street and, instinctively you look towards it. You light up when you recognize the strong, tall build of the man striding towards your apartment building. The emerald green cloak lightens under the lamp lights and you smile as that same light catches the blue in very familiar eyes, making them sparkle for a second.

Stepping away from the curtains, you throw on a robe and some slippers. You’re halfway out of the apartment door when you hear slow thumps coming from the stairway. You turn, already smiling as you see Erwin reaching the top of the stairs.

He smiles at you. His eyes are crinkled by warmth but you can see some darkness under his eyes. You wish you could be surprised that he’s not been sleeping as he should. But you say none of that as you reach for his hand and pull him back into the apartment with you, into your private world. You shut the door behind him, closing yourselves away from the world and no words are exchanged for the moment.

You step into his arms and meet his lips with a tender kiss and a whispered, “Hello.”

His hand cups the back of your head and holds you against him though you need no further encouragement to prolong the kiss. His other arm wraps around your waist and you lean into his chest. welcoming the sturdy reminder of his presence. Your chest loosens with each second and your muscles relax against him instantly.

Only the need to breathe separates your lips and Erwin rests his head against yours, his breath caressing your face with warmth. You notice a subtle aroma of wine on his breath. Your hands rub circles on his chest as your lips meet his again.

Somewhere in the next few minutes you both manage your way to the couch and soon you’re sitting with Erwin’s arms around you, his mouth still on yours. Minutes fly by one by one as you lose yourself in lingering kisses, soft touches to waists, lips and shoulders. Erwin’s mouth trails gentle kisses down your neck and you hum into his.

He’s home. He’s here. He’s safe. You let these truths linger over you. You want to stay still, here with him in this bubble, away from the reality of humanity’s demands.

“Mmm,” he muses as he withdraws properly from you, licking his lips. His hand on the back of your head moves to cup your cheek instead. “That’s quite the welcome.”

“You should come home more often,” you tease, leaning in for another peck of his lips. You smile and sit back, taking in his eyes that are half-closed and drowsy but the smile that sits on his lips is bright and defiant. It’s as if his energy and his mood are doing battle right now. You push aside the desire to keep him awake when he clearly needs rest. You place your hands on his kneecaps and squeeze softly. “You seem happier today.”

Erwin’s hands move to cup your elbows, his thumbs brushing the tips. “I am indeed,” he confirms. His fingers on your cheek stroke gently. “I think humanity may have just found itself a new hope,” he announced thoughtfully. “A cautious hope,” he adds with haste, “but hope nonetheless.”

You sit up straighter, your eyes bright with unbridled curiosity. You think of some of the talk that’s been spreading around Wall Sina since the attack on Trost and the more recent trial of the captured boy, Eren Jaeger. “Is this to do with the titan that blocked off Trosts’ gate?” you ask, recalling the news that had flooded into Sina lately. “This kid, Eren Jaeger.”

“Yes,” Erwin confirmed. “There’s only so much I can say at this point. But he’s in the custody of the Scouts for now.”

You bow your head, not sure what to think of a boy with that kind of responsibility on his shoulders, that kind of power in his hands. Your heart goes out to him a little bit, hearing words like custody thrown about. You wonder how such things would impact on such a person, and what kind of person the boy is. The kind to join the military at the very least, you suppose.

You smile cautiously. “Surely he will save many Scout lives if he can fight some of the titans for you,” you muse. The thought of using a young boy for such a purpose seems so unjust but then that is the nature of this world and every cadet who joins the military knows that they may well die serving it. It’s something you’ve heard many a soldier say even if you don’t exactly like it. Just thinking about Erwin commanding the branch that faces the most danger tends to spark such feelings within you.

You rub his leg as your mind automatically flashes back to the many times Erwin has walked through your door, tired and disheartened after another expedition which claimed too many Scout lives.

“That is one hope we have for him,” Erwin lowers his hands to take yours. He squeezes your fingers. “The wielder of this titan has access to information that may help us to learn more about our enemy.”

Closing your eyes for a moment, you can already sense where this conversation is going, where it always goes. The impromptu drop-in was a warning.

“The trouble is,” Erwin continues as his smile diminishes, “the information itself lies all the way back in Shiganshina.”

“Wall Maria territory,” you answer as the prospect begins to sink on top of you.

“Exactly.”

You adjust on the sofa, sitting back against the cushions, still holding Erwin’s hands. You think of all the titans that must be lurking around, waiting, within Wall Maria. You frown and rub your fingers against his. You can visualize the scene too clearly - so many Scouts riding out and only some of them returning. You can see Erwin there, at the head of it all.

“So this Eren will help kill titans so you can forge a path through Wall Maria,” you guess. The prospect seems no less horrifying since a kid would be relied upon for it.

“Between him and our veterans,” mused Erwin, “we may be able to make another trip, maybe even make it as far as Shiganshina. We could even try and use what we can find to block up the hole in Wall Maria. At the very least, we can try and reclaim that land back for our people.”

You lift Erwin’s hand to your lip. You wish you had his optimism and determination. But, at the same time, you’re also glad that you don’t. He makes the prospect sound so simple but how can it be when even snatching just bits of Wall Maria land has been so fruitless? Titans keep reclaiming that territory. How can he possibly expect to reclaim the entirety of Wall Maria?

“Shouldn’t you be careful of over-estimating what you can achieve?” You hate the doubt that fills your words but you can’t not say anything at this point. “Even with Eren’s titan, there are still gonna be so many titans out there. The mission to retake Wall Maria had so many people on it and most of them still died.”

“Most of them were refugees,” Erwin explained. He smiles a little at you, like he’s not offended by your doubt of his goals. “And we both know that that was nothing less than a population cull.”

You shiver. “Yeah.” You rub your thumbs over his hands. “Every mission you go on costs you many lives,” you say in a quieter tone, taking long careful breaths and considering your words. “Every time you set up bases, the titans destroy them… and that’s just little pieces of Maria territory.”

Erwin considers your words and his attention shifts to the window. Instantly your chest constricts and your grip on his hands tighten.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I don’t mean to sound like- like I have no faith, you know? But-”

“No, you’re right,” Erwin answers after a pause. He still isn’t looking at you though. “You’re conscientious enough to say it.” He rises from his seat and walks to the window, letting your hands drop from his grip. You wonder if he’s annoyed with you after all.

“It’s been a vicious cycle for decades,” Erwin remarks as he stares outside, in the very place you’d been stood earlier. “An endless game of snatch and steal or in the titan’s case, crush and destroy. We can’t keep going, wasting resources like that. We need to plug up that hole in the Wall. We need to stop the titans getting in again.”

“What if the Colossal and the Armoured come back though?” you ask, lowering your eyes to the floor. “While they are around, the Walls can always be breached again.”

“That’s another problem,” Erwin agrees. “They’re stacking up but Eren is the first chance humanity has had in a long time. We have to make use of his ability and try to make life easier. If we can reclaim Wall Maria, the refugees can go home. Those who survived anyway.”

“It sounds like there’s a lot of work for you to do,” you admit with a mixture of sadness and resentment in your tone and it’s immediately followed by a gut-punching guilt. You shake your head and clasp your hands together.

You hear his footsteps approaching you again and you feel the sofa dip. His hand moves to cover both of yours. You cling to his long fingers again.

“There is. But then you’ve always known that.” Despite his words, Erwin’s tone is gentle and you lift your eyes to his blue ones with a sigh.

“Do you think…?” you trail off but Erwin nods at you to go on. You lick your lips and summon the words with a heavy inhale. “You know… in years to come, do you think… I mean… have you ever thought about retiring the cape? To tell the whole world to solve their problems without you?” You grimace as you finish, knowing full well how harsh that will sound, how selfish you’ll sound but saying those words loosens something in your chest that has been sitting there for a long time. Like finally finding a part of a knot that you can untangle, knowing that it’ll undo the rest.

Erwin’s hand squeezes yours, almost like he can read your mind. “It’d be a very long way off before I would have to make that choice,” he admits. “And I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Yeah?” Hope flickers into life like a flame inside your chest.

“As Scouts, we have to consider the future especially for our loved ones if something should happen to us.” Erwin nodded, turning his gaze away from you, towards the barely lit fireplace that you forgot to top up. “We have to consider the likelihood of our own death.” Erwin insists as he watches the weakening flames. “It’s something we force ourselves to get our head around. We can’t get bogged down by fear about it. We have to be able to perform at our best.”

You nod along.

“I’ve thought a lot about previous commanders and those who will follow after me.” Erwin continued. “But, the truth is that I can’t dwell too much on that. I have to focus on the work that I need to do now and there’s a lot of it. It would be remiss for me to daydream about leaving my duties behind. I owe it to humanity to give it my all,” he adds. “I can’t imagine that I’ll ever want to pass the responsibility on while I still have capacity to work towards my goals.”

The hope in your chest is rapidly being extinguished and you wish that you hadn’t asked now, that you could have kept hold of the uncertainty instead. “Right.”

You rise from the sofa and pull your hands away. Trying to walk as calmly as possible, you focus your attention on retrieving some logs and bringing them to the fire. You added three or four logs on and welcome the surge in heat as you finish attending to the flames.

“So, you’re basically telling me that there’s a better chance that I’ll lose you on the battlefield than to old age,” you finally answer. You remain standing by the fire, your back to Erwin as your hands move to your stomach were the smallest of bumps is visible beneath your robe. You allow your exhale to sound out but you blink back the stinging presence of tears and swipe at the corners of your eyes.

Once again you hear him approach. The sofa creaks a little as he gets up and his footsteps soon advance. You remain facing away from him even as his hands slide onto your shoulders and cup them. His chest presses up against your back and you fight the urge to lean on him.

“That’s how I feel now,” he murmurs into your ear. “Who knows what steps forward humanity might bring? We can’t predict the future when the present is so unpredictable,” he points out as his hands lower themselves, gently caressing your arms and then moving across to cradle the growing life in your stomach. A life you created together. A life he might never get to know. Despite the pain of that thought, you cover his hands with yours.

“But it has no bearing on my feelings for you.” Erwin’s lips touch your temple. “You-”

“-aren’t enough to entice you to choose a quieter, simpler life,” you say monotonously. “Not right now but not even one day.”

“I can’t give guarantees.”

“Guarantees don’t exist,” you say as watch the flames dancing below you. “This world knows that.”

“I am working towards a day when I can pass the reins to someone else,” Erwin promises you. “That would be an excellent day, indeed. But I refuse to give you false hope,” he adds and his tone shifts into solemnity, the kind he usually uses when he’s giving one of his grim speeches.

You sigh and finally lean back into him. “I’m sorry.” you admit. “I knew this when we started this, when we married.” You gaze down at the small golden band on your hand. You can feel the chain Erwin wears against the back of your head, and the feel of the ring that hangs from it. “It’s just hard now that we have this one on the way.” You rub the bump and turn in Erwin’s arms to meet his eyes with yours. “It’s so very easy to daydream about living a quiet life.”

Your husband’s hands move up to cup your cheeks. “You say that like I don’t think about it too. Us living together in peace. Living an ordinary life away from talk of titans and death.” He leans down and his lips caress yours with a light touch and then a more insistent press. “I wasn’t supposed to fall in love again,” he muses, his lips quirking in fondness. “I made my choice after Marie and my life would have been simpler. But then you walked into it. You slipped through the door and opened my heart again.” He kisses you again. “With you, I knew I wasn’t going to walk away from love a second time.”

His words - he’s always been so good with them - bring a smile back to your lips and you place your hands on his sides, nestling closer to him. “If you’re waiting for an apology for corrupting your plan, Mr Smith,” you tease, “you can forget it.”

Erwin chuckles and brings you into a full embrace, hands holding you closer to him. “If there is anything you should apologize for, it is encouraging my arrogance,” he muses as he holds you. “Allowing me to crave having you and being able to save our world too. What a big head I seem to have developed.”

You giggle quietly. “It’s your heart that’s big, Erwin,” you tell him. “And if there’s a man out there who can do both, then that’s you,” you add. “Because you’re too stubborn to back down from either.”

Erwin’s next chuckle rumbles through his chest and into your cheek.

“I won’t ask you to back down from your dream, Erwin,” you murmur quietly. “But I won’t give up on mine either.” You lift your head to hold his gaze. “One day.”

He nods. “One day.” He reaches down to rub your bump. “Meanwhile you’re soon going to be too busy to worry much about me,” he remarks with a smile. Sliding an arm around your waist, he guides you back to the sofa.

Once you’re both settled down again, you curling up against his side, you finally let out the chuckle you were holding onto.

“Never underestimate my ability to multitask.” You warn him. “I’ll do plenty of worrying about you too. I can combine it with sleep deprivation,” you add with a smirk.

Erwin kisses your head. “You are going to be an incredible mother. But you know people will talk about who the father is.”

“I’ve kept quiet about our marriage so far,” you remind him with a small frown. “The only people who know are people you’ve trusted with this. Captain Levi, Section Commanders Hange and Miche and that assistant of Hange’s, Moblit.” You raise your chin. “If anyone asks, I’ll make something up.” You rub at Erwin’s chest. “Don’t go worrying about that.”

“I’m not worried about your discretion. But things will be harder for you and I won’t be able to be as involved as I would like.” He kisses your lips. “At least our cherub is due in the winter months. We’ll have more time together then.”

“Yeah but it’ll be colder,” you remind him. “Winter’s a vulnerable time.”

“Plenty of children are born and thrive in the winter,” Erwin reminds you. “Our child will be strong, I believe it.” His hand moves to your stomach, caressing it. “So don’t worry yourself more than you need to.”

You know he’s right and you nod though you can’t shake the worry entirely. However that’s something you can dwell on when Erwin’s not here. For now, you need to focus on the fact that he is here and safe and huggable. So you snuggle into his side, leaning your head against his chest. His heat beats steadily beneath your cheek.

The pair of you sit there in silence at first, watching and listening to the crackling flames. The feel of Erwin’s hand on your bump while the other strokes your hair fills you with an aura of peace and relaxation. Your thoughts linger to the possibility of what Erwin was saying - that this kid, Eren and his powers could turn the tide for humanity. The thought of your child being able to grow up in a titan-free world is a pretty wonderful prospect. Maybe too wonderful to ever be real though.

“I hope this new titan ally can really move us forward,” you admit as you stare out the window into the increasingly darkening sky. “It’s a nice thought,” you add, “that we could find a way to move on from these creatures.”

“Indeed,” Erwin says as he kisses your hair, “it could be that this Eren is just what humanity needs.”

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