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𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇: 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊

synopsis: many moves are being made for the talent of AMG and two fourths of the Dead Boys Society collective, Ony The God and Prince Cee, find themselves thrust even further into the spotlight after their freestyle goes viral. But their musical skills aren’t the only thing that has people talking. As it’s during this interview that the duo find themselves in an exchange of heated words with an infamous DJ..who names drop their fellow group member and brother, EJ the Don in reference to recent scandals. Will the pair clear up the rumors circulating the net or will they leave it all in his hands to set the record straight? Meanwhile, (Y/N) meets up with Mikasa prior to PalmFest to discuss another opportunity she has lined up for her. It’s here that the manager informs her that she’ll be receiving the opportunity of a lifetime to work with a brand she’s loved since childhood. But that isn’t the only thing she has to divulge to the upcoming influencer. What is Mika hiding from her client? Ahead of the festival, Jean and his infamous band prepare to make their much anticipated return to the stage but before this, he teams up with the girls of the Pole Assassins for what is set to be the collab of the century and to solicit some friendly advice to the headstrong leader. But he isn’t the only one with a grand plan up his sleeve and it seems that everyone will be pulling out the stops to give Miami and the world a night worth remembering. Who’ll take the stage and who’ll steal the show?

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content + themes: mentions of drugs, humor, light angst, mentions of fighting, minor smut/sexual themes (jeankasa crumbs), alcohol use, multiple character cameos, language

“This gon’ be our year, believe that..we made it this far and we ain’t gon’ stop.”

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Summertime. One of the liveliest and busiest times of the year for many. Most were preparing for vacation, on break from school or just enjoying the various happenings around their area..but for those that were employed and contracted under AMG, this was far from a time of leisure. With the recent announcement of the much anticipated PalmFest, it had caused a dramatic shift in the company. Not only that, word of the festival had begun to make waves around social media. Fans were sharing the banner and their enthusiasm for the lineup. Many were scrambling, tweeting about how they were needing to come up with quick cash to attend for the weekend. Tickets were set to go on sale in the next few days, so naturally, the sales and advertising team would be exceptionally busy. But they wouldn’t be the only ones busy preparing for the influx of attention that was set to be coming their way.

“Okay, okay..so everybody is talking, going crazy over the internet about this new song and lemme tell y’all..it’s worth every bit of the hype. It’s definitely a hit..song of the summer for sure. I’m rocking wit’ it, so many other people are too..but we all gotta know, how did it come about? What’s the story behind Nike Tech?” two men sat adjacent to a woman with a lighter complexion..all three with microphones pursed to their lips as they were perched and bolted to the table in front of them. Both with shaved heads, marked with dyed designs..chains dangling from their necks and grills lining the insides of their mouths when they flashed those perfect smiles. Prince Cee and Ony The God, two halves of the Dead Boys Society collective. Their styles could be best described as hypercharged trap and upbeat melodies that would hype up even the deadest of crowds. Make no mistake, the men did create more emotional pieces, detailing their rough upbringings in the heart of inner city Miami and the Dominican Republic. But they much rather preferred music that made people feel good! Too often had they seen the reality of what the streets could do to them so now that they had made it to the opposite side of the tracks..naturally, they wanted to pay homage to those they lost but they wanted people to smile more than anything. To dance and most importantly, fine women to shake their asses to it!

“Well, you know we was just messin’ ‘round one night, having fun and it came to us.

Ony, or Onyakapon was born to a Haitian father and an African American mother, who was born in Nigeria and raised in Opa Locka. He was always described as bright, intelligent and sweet with a kind heart. A star athlete to his core. He loved basketball and singing. He was brought up in the church, where he learned to fine tune that beautiful voice but quickly found the streets unwillingly. He saw gun violence..drugs and weapons being stuffed under the counters by his uncles and father. It was rough but he still persisted. He played basketball, was on the swim team and played football, all while maintaining a four point two grade point average. He was a star on the field and court, no doubt. But where did he truly shine? Behind a microphone. He and Connie attended the same high school, where they eventually went on to meet EJ..who had just enrolled to finish his junior and senior years. The three would play sports, write music and dream about the future. Regardless of their differences, all three boys had the same goal: change the world with music! A manifestation turned into reality only five years later. From sitting in the lunchroom, making beats on the table to opening for Denzel Curry and Raider Clan. The boys found their fame through Soundcloud a couple years after Eren’s viral video..

filmed at the same shoe store they all worked at..years later and they were all at the height of their game. Now, the guys were preparing for their very first global tour after finishing up their second country wide one. It was a dream come true. But with every whimsical dream follows harsh realities and lately, it had begun to rear its ugly head in the form of a rumor mill surrounding their fellow group mate, EJ himself. There was so much speculation swirling around that the seasoned rapper was dealing with everything from substance abuse to potentially announcing retirement. Granted, they were all baseless and quite frankly, dumb as fuck. However, it didn’t stop interviewers and fans alike from probing the question. And when they couldn’t get the answer straight from the source, they’d have to do the next best thing..

“Yeah, we was just looking to make sum’ that everybody could enjoy.” Chiming in shortly after was Connie Springer, or known by his stage moniker as Prince Cee. The Dominican Republic born, Dade County raised rapper who got his start initially by making songs with his older and younger brothers but ultimately, the two of them decided to give up their supposed pipe dreams for careers in the family restaurant business. As the proud middle child of two immigrant parents, who worked extremely hard to not only provide for their three sons but to essentially live the American dream. It was this same determination and hard work ethic that heavily inspired Connie’s pursuit of his passion. All throughout middle and high school, he would spend hours on end penning lyrics about the various experiences that he had growing up. From migration to witnessing drug deals right in front of him..serving as a journal of sorts. What began as free therapeutic relief soon turned into the catalyst for the inception of Prince Cee. He and Ony had long met as youth football players with the Pop Warner program. But their friendship only grew stronger over time, especially when they discovered that the two of them shared a very strong interest in becoming musicians. By their junior year, the pair had written five songs between the two of them and even recorded one track once EJ joined the fray. After that, the rest was history..needless to say, all of their success were because of one another. Without each other’s support, there was no telling where they would have wound up. But it seemed as if not everyone was in support of this feel good story. In the midst of Eren’s recent arrests, there had not only been speculation of a possible retirement but issues among the group. Many online believed that Connie and Ony would be parting ways with their fellow group mate because of the stigma and that essentially, they had grown tired of ‘living in his shadow’. However, they were here to clear the air once and for all!

“Alright, so while we’re here, gentlemen. You know we gotta talk about it..your homeboy, EJ..he’s been a bit of a hot topic lately. For reasons we not gon’ talk about but we did wanna address some other things and get your opinion on it.”

sat slightly slouched in their seats with their hands propping up their chins..the two gentlemen glared intently at the interviewer. They had a gut feeling that this question would arise at some point during this but they were not in the mood for it, if they were being frank. First and foremost, what happened to their brother was not only frustrating for him but no one’s business and his own to sort through. Certainly not on a platform like this. Hell, they might as well have been cackling with The ShadeRoom themselves! “Nah man, we told y’all before we even came up in here that we wasn’t answering no questions like that.” “Yeah, that ain’t even our situation to speak on, for real..” the gentlemen would suck their teeth before dismissing her preemptive questioning with the wave of a hand. However, it seemed that others were keen on pushing the issue!

“I mean, we just wanna set the record straight..your boy been in the game for some time now. One of the greatest of all time, but lately, he’s had some trouble. Not gon’ lie..so do y’all think that’s a good look for y’all too? Will y’all ever get tired of playing second best to EJ?”

suddenly, the whole studio was met with silence outside of the faint crackle of the microphones and a nearby producer gasping before she even knew it. They were almost certain that viewers would hear and a clip would be making its rounds on the internet by lunch time. Fans of the collective would be ripping the controversial DJ to shreds on social media. However, before any would-be fangirls or blogs could join the fray, the two gentlemen would eat him alive themselves! Ony, who was always more docile and collected in nature..the quietest in the group by far, had honestly had quite enough of this antagonistic and downright, stupid ass interview! Connie, who was all but gripping the arms of his leather chair, ready to fly off the handle was instead, halted by his friend with a palm to his chest.

“Nah, cause what the fu—“

“Hol’ on, bro..I got it.”

not a man of many words outside of his incredible music and select interviews, Ony had implored Eren’s approach early on and because of it, fans adored him that much more. Women fawned all over the very handsome, sexy, charismatic rapper with beautiful dark skin and his signature gold slugs wrapped around his teeth. It was also because of this, that he, much like EJ..was not to be fucked with! If they knew what was good for them, they’d call this session quits now. Grasping the microphone, Ony would flash a smirk, almost huffing and laughing to himself because he knew the words about to leave his mouth were not kind ones and he had been known to have quite the silver tongue. He didn’t mince words and he damn sure didn’t spare feelings, especially when it comes to those he cared about. Everybody could die behind his family..

“Lemme ask you sum’…out of all the years my boy been doing this, just like you said..how many times has he been invited on your show? Hmm? How many times have you reached out for an interview or asked him to come perform for y’all?” The question seemed to invoke both confusion and uncomfortability in the man. A dumbfounded expression on his face..akin to that of a scorned and scolded child. “Up until now, how many times has Dead Boys been on this radio station? Yall ain’t never played our shit, ain’t never invited us on and when you do, it’s for sum’ bullshit. See, this is why ion’ do these lil’ podcasts and shit, y’all talk more than bitches do. Y’all knew what it was before we even came up in here and y’all still gon’ play in our face. All this you see, we did without a deal, we did it without a label, we ain’t had to check in with no nigga in our city to get put on. We ain’t got to run up in everybody else's hood to make it. We ain’t these lil’ 360 ass niggas, we own all ours and that man EJ? Ain’t got nothing but love and all the respect in the world for him because he’s cut from the same cloth. We did this together, that’s our family..this music shit, it means everything to us and if y’all can’t respect him, then y’all don’t respect us and that means we done here..”

Without missing so much as a beat, Ony removed his headset and Connie followed..despite the pleas from the interviewers. But before the gentlemen could exit for good, Connie left them with one more statement that would solidify their stance on the matter. “And since ya’ll watching, just wait until that next album drops. We’ll see who the real great is. All them rumors and shit? Gon’ be put to rest. Let’s go.” And with that, the two of them turned on their heels without so much as even glancing back at the radio hosts. It may not have been their situation, but they handled it on his behalf and for anyone who may have been doubting them, EJ or their collective in general, were about to be in for a rude awakening. They had come too far to allow negative opinions and messy ‘journalists’ to diminish their shine. By the time this hit the internet, their words would be undoubtedly misconstrued but they were not about to let this stop them. If anything, it ignited the dormant spark lying underneath them to go harder. To prove people like that wrong and to show everybody what they were truly made of. Determined..now more than ever to step their game up. This time, it was personal!

“This gon’ be our year, believe that..we made it this far and we ain’t gon’ stop. Me, Connie, EJ, Armin..all of us. We ‘bout to put this industry on its head.”

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meanwhile, the boys weren’t the only ones preparing to make moves..whilst EJ and the rest of his collective were suiting up for PalmFest, album rollouts and such, (y/n) was about to receive some rather unexpected and great news yourself. Unbeknownst in your absence and amid your sabbatical, your manager had been working diligently to secure you a once in a lifetime deal..one that could potentially change the trajectory of your career in an instant.

“I’m sure you’re dying to know what it’s inside…go on, open it.”

currently, you were seated across from her at an outdoor table, overlooking the picturesque Miami waters. The Lapis Lounge was the place to be for anyone who was anyone in this town. Crisp white, designer linen draped marble tables with intricately arranged flowers placed in the center. Wine glasses filled with Pellegrino, shimmered underneath the sunlight; sliced lemons decorating the rim and square China plates sat before the both of you with aesthetically plated dishes that cost more than anything you’d ever dined on willingly. It never not dawned on you how surreal your life was each time you found yourself in these scenarios. Even now, as you chatted with her, intermittently shoving a spoon of panna cotta in your mouth, you couldn’t help but to dwell on the fact that this amount of money could’ve gotten you at least three fish plates and a good tray of oxtails on your side of town! Nonetheless, you’d tremble with anticipation..hands scaling the medium sized, gift wrapped box sat before you. A present, courtesy of Mikasa, who had been brandishing it when you arrived. It was pink with holographic foiling with a tag and bow on top that read: “To (y/n) (l/n). We hope you enjoy it.” You were honestly dumbfounded as to what it could be. But anticipation would not have to kill you any longer as you began to unravel the bow and open up the gift. Your expression would immediately change once you figured out what was beneath all that wrapping paper. Switching from a gaze of utter confusion to a wide gasp complete with a smile.

“Oh my God!—no way…” you were completely taken aback and could, at that very moment..burst into tears but you restrained yourself. Trying to construct and form a thought before speaking. “M-miss..Miss Ackerman, what is this?” “Exactly as it says..congratulations, sweetheart. You’re the new cover girl for Moschino. They sent that to my office this morning and said that they’d love for you to star in their next perfume ad.” You were in utter shock and disbelief. Beyond words even..for anyone that knew you, the (y/n) before the fame..you were quite the dresser. Prior to even coming up on money, you never disappointed when it came to your outfits, hair or makeup. Sporting the most eclectic and well coordinated pieces that could never work for anyone else but you. Outdressing the girls in school who needed brand names to compete but you’d outshine their fly every single time on a budget at a fraction of the price..shopping at the stores they’d deem ‘ghetto’ or lesser, styling your own hair and makeup with nothing but products from the beauty supply down the road from your house and coming to class with all eyes directed at you. Needless to say, you had never really had any use for designer duds. But if there was one fancy label that had piqued your interest, it was Moschino. Everything about it just made you fawn..from its avant- garde pieces, vibrant designs to unique aesthetics, you became obsessed. Although you were no bougie fashion snob, you often dreamed of getting to rock at least one of their pieces. Whether it be a handbag or a thrifted coat, you’d always wanted at least one. And now, years later..your manifestation has become reality! Excited wasn’t even the correct word..feigning back tears, you’d cackle and begin scouring the large PR package they had gifted you. Including their new Moschino Toy 2 Collection, along with their spring 2024 collection.

“And that’s not even the best part. Both Fenty brands actually reached out to me this morning as well with a proposal to feature you in their newest catalogs. I have the contracts for all three offers right here whenever you’re ready. If you agree, you can sign and you’ll officially be on the affiliate payroll..what do you think?”

you were at an utter loss for words. How could you even describe what it was that you were feeling? Honestly, every bit of it felt surreal. There was no way that you, of all people, were about to grace the ad pages for Moschino, Fenty Beauty and Savage x Fenty all in the same month. Not to mention being in two acts for the upcoming PalmFest. Getting to model and truly tap into your creative expression with photoshoots of your own making. The conceptual art, the budget of your choosing..it was a dream come true! Leaning back against your seat, you’d release a faint gasp, slowly shaking your head in utter disbelief as you attempted to feign back tears. It seemed as if you were just overcome with emotion as of late. Not so much from any hardships but the exact opposite. Oftentimes had you prayed for days like this and everything you’d ever hoped for was finally coming into fruition. It was almost as if your star had completely ascended overnight and it wasn’t lost on you that it happened shortly after signing onto Mikasa’s roster. And of course, after meeting Eren. Naturally, you’d never attribute your success to a man unless it was the one upstairs. However, you were grateful that she had thrown you two together that night!

“I..I honestly don’t know what to say. Thank you so much, Ms. Mika. I’m honored and I promise I will do the best I can to make you proud.” hoisting your glass to make a toast; met with soft giggles and a raised champagne flute in return. “Please, you’ve far exceeded that expectation. Just keep doing what you do best, stay genuine and I’ll make certain that you go far in this business.” Just as poised as ever, sipping from her champagne flute when stating so. However, that serene look in her eyes soon dissipated when you brought up the next topic of discussion. One that you had no idea was such a sore subject for your manager. “It’s crazy what a couple months can do. I mean, I was just backstage with EJ, getting a pep talk about how to navigate the crowd. ‘Swear..wouldn’t have known what to do if it wasn’t for him. He’s so much nicer than what everyone said too but I’m sure you already knew–” before you had the opportunity to complete your long winded tangent, singing the rapper’s praises, Mikasa would ingest a big gulp before clearing her throat. It took a moment for you to notice the shift in her mood and her facial expressions but you immediately became concerned. “Is everything okay?” “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just got strangled, is all..” Prompting you to focus your attention on her wellbeing rather than your newest fling and her sworn enemy on the moment. Truth be told, she hadn’t exactly confronted her issues with Eren head on. Ever since that day in his studio, she had felt nothing but pure rage in her heart whenever the thought even so much as crossed her mind. Honestly, she had nothing to say to him or about him but she’d be lying if she said that the prospect of both their professional and business relationship being annulled..wouldn’t sting. Years of friendship, hard work, determination, advocating for one another and fighting their way to the top of the industry as a power duo, all down the drain over a stupid fight. She couldn’t blame Eren for his reaction but it didn’t make his words sting any less. Make no mistake, she still believed in him and his ability to make a comeback but it was going to take some time before she was able to see him as a manager or friend..

“You seem to really like Eren..” the comment sends a pang to the very pit of your stomach, making you quickly try to recant your earlier statements and downplay the oversharing of feelings for the seasoned rapper. However, that glimmer in your eye and visible reaction in body language was a dead giveaway. You could no longer fake your feelings for EJ the Don and if anyone saw through the facade, it was her.

“Well, ya know..he’s cool. He just helped me–

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to mince words with me. Trust me, that boy’s got your head so far in the clouds, I think you may float away.” It was official, she had you pegged just as well as your best friends. It was blatantly obvious that the two of you had something serious going on..whether you wanted to admit that fact to yourselves or not. Lowering your head, (Y/N) released a soft chuckle in half relief and half embarrassment. You were acting like an airheaded schoolgirl over a man you barely even knew and everyone around you had obviously peeped.

“Listen, (y/n)..I’ll be honest with you. Eren and I? We’re not exactly on good terms at the moment. Hell, even bringing up his name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ll spare you the gritty details but..as it stands, he’s no longer my client and certainly not my friend. I’m only telling you this because I don’t want you to be alarmed or in the dark about any awkward tension..in the event we all happen to end up in the same circle. PalmFest is right around the corner and truthfully..I don’t know if I have it in my heart to forgive him. I don’t know if he can forgive me either..” The declaration was made through restrained tears and obvious hurt. You’d never seen your manager break her stoic and calm demeanor once since you’ve known her but now? She was completely different. More vulnerable and certainly more emotional than she’d ever gotten but she had to keep her cool. Put on that brave facade and try not to let it get to her. Also, she could see the visible shock on your face and how saddened you looked by the revelation. You hated confrontation and the idea of your potential beau and your manager being at odds was not good. You could tell they were very close and although it was certainly none of your business, you hoped they reached a resolution soon.

“I’m also telling you this because I don’t think that my or anyone else’s opinion should stand in the way of you two being happy. Regardless of how I feel about him right now..Eren was one of the very few people in my life that kept me grounded when I needed it most. He’s never really gotten excited about anything outside of music or work..but I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, I’ve never seen that man smile as much as I have since you showed up.”

This revelation was certainly news to you! Even though you didn’t want to read much into it or get carried away, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one hell of a confidence boost! The cold hearted ice king, EJ the Don himself..gushing over the likes of you? You were shocked! But he obviously had a thing for you. Whether that was just lust or perhaps something more..was yet to be determined. In the meantime, your manager had one last tidbit of friendly advice for you. As woman to woman.

“I don’t know what it is about you but you obviously make him very happy and I can tell that he’s done the same for you. That’s important in this business…hold on to that. I don’t know two people who are more deserving.” In that moment, behind the strict expressions and no nonsense persona, Mikasa seemed to falter just a bit in that moment. Softening right before your eyes..it was very clear that she meant every single word that left her mouth. She wanted to see Eren happy even if she had to do so from the sidelines as someone who was no longer a part of his life. And you? She had never seen someone so kind, energetic and sweet before. She’d heard first hand from Niesha how much a workaholic you were and despite you just getting started, you deserved at least a bit of a reward. Hoisting your glass once more, you’d flash her a bright beaming smile, even giggling a bit to feign off crying because it took nothing for you to become emotional..especially when sentimental statements like that were involved.

“Thank you Miss Mika..I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. Just promise me you’ll stay focused and keep your eyes on the prize. You’ve worked so hard. Don’t let anyone get in the way of that.”

“You have my word..”

With that, the two of you clinked your champagne flutes together and took obligatory swigs of the bubbly concoction inside. Rinsing away the intensity of the previous conversation. Now it was back to more pertinent matters!

“That’s my girl..now, back to this photoshoot. Let’s talk about the details because I have a few ideas that I think you’ll just absolutely adore..”

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page break and time skip: two days later

Hard Rock Stadium: Stage A, Miami Beach

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With the long anticipated PalmFest approaching a lot sooner rather than later, it seemed that everyone as a collective was working diligently to ensure that it would be nothing short of a stellar success. Stage crews worked overtime as they secured support beams for the stages..testing the lightning a million times over and getting everyone’s pyrotechnics in order for those who needed them. Running simulations of backdrops for each performer to make sure no one suffered from a glitch when the time finally came. Some of the biggest names in the industry would be setting foot on that very stage come three days from now. The entire weekend was one that would undoubtedly be for the books; for musical talents and attendees alike. Meanwhile, the executives had come out of their glass paned offices to observe the scene for themselves. Among the fray was none other than Erwin Smith, who had been working directly with everyone to relay orders and needs as well. He was the one heading this project so it was only natural for him to come show his face. Besides, with his reliant leadership style, everyone could rest assured that if any last minute changes or major pieces needed to be handled, he was the man to do so. At that very moment, he was seated in the front row as the lights dimmed on the overhead structure. Below them was quite possibly not only one of, but two of the festival’s most anticipated acts..Atelier Kiss and Pole Assassins! An unlikely yet dynamic pairing. The two groups had come together one time prior when the band was on their last tour. The dancing quintet had just gotten their start when lead man, Jean Kirschtein himself asked for the ladies to join them for their hometown reunion. Rivaling the sounds of Deftones and Avenged Sevenfold, the infamous group put a unique spin on rock music and changed the genre as everyone knew it. Jean, a native of Louisiana..had always harbored an affinity for blues, jazz, country and soul music. But to his core, he was a metal head. Growing up on the sounds of Metallica, Black Sabbath and Def Leppard, he wanted to combine all sides of the musical spectrum. He didn’t want to limit himself or his bandmates to one particular style. He fought to break stereotypes and bring an innovative style of rock and roll to the scene. He also had the privilege of receiving the tutelage of Vivian James and needless to say, he absorbed plenty from the Neo Soul Siren herself. His ultimate creation was, in his own words.. ‘The result of Kiss, Tina Turner and Waylon Jennings having an illegitimate love child.’ An interesting combination to put it lightly! But that insane mix worked for Atelier Kiss and years later, they’re regarded as one of the highest selling bands of the 21st century..no small feat by any stretch of the imagination. That deep, silky yet soulful vibrato of his could be recognized from earshot anywhere and Erwin had just gotten an exclusive concert just for his listening pleasure only as the groups had just wrapped up practice for their upcoming set.

“You guys..pardon my language..but that was fucking amazing.” The brash comment sending everyone on the stage into light hearted hysterics, even laughing. It was rare to even see the director ever crack a smile or break character but for anyone who was familiar with the former lead guitarist of Atelier Kiss’ predecessor, Maria’s Way..led by none other than the president and director themselves..they’d know that this was far tame for Mr. Smith. To him, he felt right at home watching the beautiful ladies twirl the pole as the rockstar crooned sultry and lewd lyrics into the mic. He had done the exact same many years prior..needless to say, he was proud of you all! Seeing as how they’d be opening the show, you guys had to make one hell of a first impression or the entire show would fall to shit. But that wasn’t even a possibility. The leaders of both groups were not only hard workers, but overachievers as well. Both Jean and (Y/N) had something serious to prove.

“Seriously, I’ve never seen anything like this and I cannot wait for you all to perform. Well done. Especially you ladies..being able to construct a routine of this caliber on such short notice? I’m blown away.” A statement that rang true..as it was only after your meeting with Mikasa two days ago, did he call you up and ask about performing with Atelier Kiss. Naturally, you accepted with bells on! Nevermind the fact that you’d also be on stage with a segment of your own, hosting a little contest alongside Prince Cee and Armin to see which lucky audience member could not only sway them but outdance you girls for their chance to win one thousand dollars cash right there. You’d be pulling double duty and exhausting yourselves in the process but all the more exposure, the better. And you were certain that your girls were up to the task!

“Ya’ hear that, girls? Sounds like we got the boss man’s stamp of approval. I’d say we’re good to call it a night.” Something that you all could get behind and appreciate, seeing as how darkness had already set fall over the sky. As excited as you all were, rest was going to be crucial in making a great performance happen. Slowly but surely, the stage hands and band members alike all helped you down from your poles and to your feet. All of them would thank your group and the sentiments were mirrored. But before you all could depart for home, Jean was hoping for an audience with you.

“Aye..(Y/N). Do you mind if we talk for a minute?

It was certainly an odd request..you’d consider yourself rather good friends with the lead singer but it wasn’t often that you had the chance to speak in private and quite honestly, there was no need! But by the indication of his tone, you could tell it may have been serious.

“Of course!” you’d wave to your girls and alert them that you’d catch up with them shortly. Meanwhile, you and Jean would venture off to the side of the stage to converse. He’d grasp your hand and help you down to the edge before handing you a water bottle. He was always just as chivalrous as he was kind..admirable qualities in a man and a friend in general. Graciously accepting, you’d thank him for the kind gestures before inquiring about his request.

“So what did you wanna talk about? Something wrong with the routine?” peering down at the ground, he’d be quick to dismiss that notion. This matter was a bit more personal and he truthfully couldn’t be sure of how you’d take it. “Nah, nothing like that..before I start running my mouth though. Are you and EJ..seeing each other?” Instantaneously, the question both caught you off guard and invoked a very physical reaction in you. You were so confused as to why he’d spring such a question up on you. It wasn’t as if either of you had made this little situationship you were involved in blatantly obvious but anyone with two functioning eyes could see that there was something going on between the two of you. Make no mistake, it wasn’t any more of his business as it was some random blog on the internet but you also didn’t strike Jean as the nosy type. He didn’t meddle in others’ affairs unless it pertained to his own and now that you were thinking about it, you could see why he harbored a vested interest of sorts…

“I mean..we talk from time to time. Nothing too serious..” but alas, he had his answer the moment you clutched that bottle as if you were trying to squeeze the life out of it and the way your eyes lit up at the sheer mention of his name. “Ahh, you don’t have to play coy with me. We’re friends..besides, it’s none of my business. But there was something I wanted to bring to your attention..” swallowing another gulp of his beverage, Jean would cease his light chuckle and return to a far more serious gaze than before. One that worried you a bit..what exactly was on his mind and how did it involve you? Granted, his fiancee had made him privy to their little spat a couple weeks back and how they were no longer on speaking terms. But it was just as Mikasa had said, their quarrel was in no way a reflection of how you should proceed with talking to him! Even so, you couldn’t help but to be intrigued by the blonde’s words. You’d rather someone tell you than to be in the dark about something important later on down the line.

“..I won’t sit here and pretend that he and I are best friends or anything. Never have been..hell, we’ve been at each other's throats since I’ve known him. Point is, I just want you to be careful. I know it’s not my place or anything..but I saw you guys together on the boat a couple weeks ago. And even though I can say for certainty that he’s not some womanizing sleazebag..dude’s selfish as hell. I mean, he never answers his phone, not even in emergencies. He doesn’t show up for meetings even when other people’s jobs are on the line..he’s just the worst!” By Jean’s frustrated rant, you can tell that Eren had done a thing or two to crawl underneath his skin. Even so, you couldn’t help but to laugh! Just as you had explained to your girls, you’d tell him, Mikasa and everyone else the exact same:

“ I appreciate the concern, Jean. But he and I are just friends, that’s all…no need to worry. I promise.”

You honestly found the sentiment sweet. That everyone was concerned about you and your wellbeing. Jean himself was overly cautious about the people in his life and rightfully so. This industry was a beast and a half and it would devour you whole if you allowed it. The last thing anyone wanted was for you to get hurt by somebody you seemingly held in high regard. Scoffing, the blonde would shake his head once more and cackle. He didn’t want you becoming angry with him over insinuations or baseless accusations. Truth be told, you and Eren didn’t know much about one another outside of the physical aspect but as it stood since your last hookup, he was hoping to change that. He was making a valiant and active effort to be more than just friends with benefits. That much was apparent by his consistent communication and the few flower arrangements he had sent to your apartment; a sweet little surprise after a long day of practice and work. You were appreciative of everyone’s concern but this was one matter you’d have to see to the end for yourself. Whether it played out in your favor or not.

“I figured you’d say as much. In all seriousness, you’ve become like family here at AMG. All of you have and we look out for one another. Everyone has seen how hard you work and we’d just hate for that to become jeopardized in any way. You just make sure that dummy doesn’t do anything to hurt you. If he does, you know who to call.” his offer sending you into a fit of giggles once more. But you had no doubt that you were in good hands. For the time being, you’d just play it cool and roll with the punches. “You know I appreciate you, boo. Thank you for looking out for me.” Swinging your arm around, you’d coil Jean’s neck and embrace him in a tight hug. You were extremely grateful for the people in your life right now and you knew that things were only about to become even better. Your angels were definitely looking out for you. The two of you would begin to stand up, reaching his hand out to assist you once more. It was amid your banter about the upcoming show that your phone began to ring and you’d prepare to part ways.

“...Hey, make sure to get some rest..all of you! You’re sure as hell gonna need it.”

“Aye, you ain’t gotta tell me twice! I’m headed home straight after this. And tell that pretty lady of yours I said hey!..”

But upon exchanging those pleasantries and goodbyes, your spoken plans were sure to become derailed and by the aforementioned topic nonetheless..you’d peer down at your phone screen to be suddenly greeted with none other than the contact name ‘EJ’. You didn’t want to seem extremely desperate for his attention or anything but you had been itching to hear from him. As it had been a day or two since your last phone call. He’d text you every morning and maintain consistent contact throughout the day..which you could appreciate because Jean was right about one thing: EJ moved on his time and his alone so he didn’t owe you a single thing and as he had revealed to you, he was in the process of cultivating his new album so you imagined that the Facetimes and texts would become scarce as the deadline drew near. As well as the fast approaching PalmFest. However, there was another reason he was reaching out. After the second or third ring, you’d swipe the arrow left and answer him.

“Hey EJ..”

“Hey gorgeous..how are you?”

The name sends immediate pangs to the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but to amass butterflies when you so much as heard his name so naturally, the sweet gestures made it even worse.

“I’m doing well, thanks..and I hope you are too.”

“I’m having a wonderful day now that I’ve gotten the chance to hear from you.”

“You know, you really do know how to make a girl feel special.”

“What can I say? A smart man recognizes a good thing when he sees it..I’d be crazy to mess that up, now wouldn’t I?”

Only a minute into your conversation, (Y/N) found yourself fawning over his buttery smooth words and that silky voice. Regardless, there was a reason he was calling you so late in the day and you had to know why.

“Listen, I don’t wanna take up too much of your time or anything and forgive me if I’m interruptin’ or anything. I saw your Instagram, I know you’ve been out here working hard..you know I never wanna take you away from your money..but if it was possible, I was hoping I could see you tonight. Maybe we could get together and finally have that date we were talking about..” Befuddled in your tracks, you had to take a moment to respond. Maybe it was the bare minimum and you weren’t exactly used to being courted in such a manner, but you appreciated his words. He valued your time just the same as his own..he didn’t see your profession as something lesser and certainly didn’t think you the type to be sitting around, awaiting his call. Because of this, you were thrilled to see him again and to finally have that quality time you both desired. Granted, the sex was downright impeccable between the two of you but it was obvious that you each were craving far more than physical intimacy..at the moment, it was only five thirty so you’d have ample enough time to make it back home and get yourself together. After all, it was your first official date and you wanted to be dressed accordingly! And with this festival and other projects looming over your heads, this was the perfect time to sneak in some personal breathing room..so without a moment more of hesitation..

“..I’d love that, thank you, Eren. I’m just now leaving practice but give me a couple hours and you can slide through.”

“Of course, beautiful. I’m so sorry it’s on such short notice but I’m glad you agreed to see me..I missed you.” Something about him was starkly different from the man you saw in interviews or on stage but it was so nice to be around someone so kind. He made you truly feel safe and that you’d made the right decision..

“I missed you too..I’ll see you in a bit, okay? Bye.”

“Bye..”

You just hoped that for your sake..you didn’t meet the side that Jean was seeming to warn you about. In the meantime, you had to make sure you were looking right!..

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three hours later..

On the opposite side of town, you and Eren weren’t the only two lovebirds indulging in the woes of being an item.

“You know, if you keep touching me like that, I’ll never get any work done..”

“That’s the entire point, my love. C’mon, it’s late..you deserve a break.”

at the future Kirschtein residence, Jean was attempting to woo his bride to get some much needed alone time. The couple had both been working nonstop during this time for the upcoming performance, their individual careers and of course, the wedding that was said to be ‘one for the books’. As excited as they were for all the new things happening in their life, rest was equally as important and as it stood, it was definitely a rarity. But it wasn’t the only thing that had been lacking..

“You just want some ass, admit it.”

“Okay, I just want some ass. There, I said it.”

the blonde was currently stationed behind his fiancée, who was still typing away at her computer and delegating orders via email at this time of night. For Mikasa, the grind truly never subsided. She would work in her sleep if it were feasible but there was nothing wrong with enjoying yourself every once in a while. Something Jean was hoping to accomplish tonight..in more ways than one. Despite her always stoic attitude, she couldn’t help but to fold and cackle at his advances. He was brutally honest to a fault and she appreciated that. Currently, he was feeling up her sides…marking up her neck with a trail of kisses and whispering all the things she wanted to hear. Even she couldn’t resist the charms and temptation of a man like him. It was that very behavior that had bagged her in the first place!..

“Alright, sir! Cut it out..I swear, you’re such a freak. The last time we tried that, you said you couldn’t breathe.”

“Yeah, but I would’ve died the happiest man ever..”

his southern twang peeking through the conversation as he reminisced on their most recent and salacious rendezvous. Nonetheless, he just wanted quality time with his lady. “Fine, give me two more minutes and I’ll be right there.” That was as good of a concession as he was going to get so Jean took the bait and accepted. “Two minutes, woman! Two minutes..” signaling the number with his fingers as he walked out..but even so, she couldn’t help but to chime in with a joke as he departed to the bedroom.

“If that’s how long you’re gonna last, I might as well stay right here—“ “Oh, shut up! Damn brat..”

cackling as he exited the room, Mikasa covered her mouth to attempt to feign her laughter. It was little moments like this that she enjoyed the most out of every aspect of her life. “Love you, babe!” But it was just as she was preparing to call it quits for the night, would she be met with quite the surprise. The inbox and screen were all but empty until a push notification appeared in the corner along with a burner email and a blank subject line. At first, it struck her as odd but suddenly, the dots began to connect for her. After a moment of reluctance, Mikasa would double click the email and open it up. Only to be greeted with nothing more than an audio file. “Okay, this is strange..” but alas, she’d still proceed and once it began playing, there was no doubt in her mind who the sender was..as she allowed it to play, the manager began to tear up, along with a soft chuckle. It was all making sense now..and needless to say, she was backed into a corner.

“You bastard..damn you. You always did get your way, I guess this time is no different.”

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FOR ALL THAT WAS DEPRIVED

ERWIN SMITH X FEM!READER, ERWIN SMITH X YOU, NO Y/N

TAGS: canon AU, porn without plot (proceed with caution!), lots of fucking?, yearning (like feral yearning), fluff & smut, cunnilingus, multiple positions, cumshot (hehe), missionary, cowgirl, love marks, feral feral feral gentleman in heat idk!, gentle erwin smith or so he planned because well... u are just so lovely! is it his fault that he had always wanted u so carnally just as he wanted to shower you with love? no, not at all :)

WORDS: 4.3k (yes it was fucking long for a pwp fic. but i was nervous back then ok.)

thought of sharing the first ever smut i've ever written. like the first of firsts. if u perhaps knew where i made this then shh. it's our dirty little secret.

"Bed, please. Let's take this to bed."

He showered your face with wet kisses and nibbled your lower ear as if to reward you for shamelessly unveiling your long-standing desperation. "You'll let me take care of you there? Hm?"

"Yes," you writhed under him, breathless, hot, ticklish, among many other feelings caused by his smothering of love, "yes I do, please?"

You don’t even need to beg but he's still disgustingly gratified hearing that. He grabbed your hips and ushered you up so he could carry you all the way. You clung to him just well, thigh wrapped around him and your arms hugging his neck tightly. He ended up throwing you on the bed quite harshly that he got taken aback himself. You chortled as he leaned his weight on top of you, cupped your head with both hands, then muttered soft apologies.

"How rare it is to see you lose your cool, Commander."

"Tch, you have no idea how patient I am being until now," Erwin chuckled, slightly ashamed. As swift as ever, his face turned serious with a command. "Clothes. Off."

So you did, albeit in a rush. His voice sounded like an order and you’re secretly drawn to it even if you don’t like being commanded by him on a daily basis. He might also flaunt his existing patience but you don't have any of it left in you. You unclasped your bra along the way then urgently raised his shirt up to make this faster. He followed suit with amusement, and the sight of his bare body made you shiver. He looks like a sculpture.

"How rare it is to see you lose your cool," he shot back.

"Savor what you did to me, Commander," you muttered in annoyance as you attempted to remove his pants. He helped you through it. Leaving his boxers alone, he gave you a sweet smile as if taking pride in what you just said then pushed you down for a messy kiss again. You let out a breathy moan as soon as his fingers brushed on your now hardened nipples. Placed wet kisses on your neck down until he reached your chest, gave a peck on your sternum, and glided his tongue on your left tit while playing with the other one.

He was successful, really. You've barely even started yet your subtle hums are overflowing already just like how he wanted. For you, however, it was quite frustrating. You were never this sensitive towards your previous partners. Even if it's quite a given since you never established emotional attachment towards them, you only did this kind of thing because you heard how it could satiate emptiness temporarily. Needless to say, it wasn't effective, and what you're doing right now is way far from that agenda. Now you realize why you're overly and easily flustered with this matter when Erwin's in the picture.

He noticed you're trying to tone it down so kept up with it. With your nipple popping out of his mouth, he slid his hand towards your clothed core and released a pleased hum upon feeling how wet it was already. It went on for a while until you got desperate to hump yourself with his digits.

"Finally not shy now?" he cooed, rubbing it in teasing motions.

"Erwin," you moaned, cupping his cheek messily. Your body is finally getting something deprived of it for very, very long, and you're not in the mood to tease around. "I've been–I–" he encouraged you to say more by showering your chest with wet kisses, "I feel like I've been waiting for more than a lifetime for this. Please–" Then his eyes shot open at the desperation, quite enthralled that you felt just the way he did. "Mhm, you are too, right? So could you please take me now?"

Right, you are. His mind then throbbed in satisfaction. His cold fingers slid to your core swiftly, gently, and maintained the motion for a while; eager to give you whatever you want if not more.

Out of all the years he had lived this life, this was one moment he felt genuinely happy he existed. And you deserve everything for making him feel like that.

All of a sudden, he withdrew his fingers from your heat and you looked down in confusion. But then he quickly, and almost harshly, dragged down all the garments left in your body. You're now bare before him but unlike earlier, you're not in any way shy. You want to receive everything he’s willing to give. With a pleading look, you weakly asked him to come back to his work.

Erwin slowly crawled above you again; tapping his finger on your clit, "How do you want me to do this tonight?" Even if it sounded playful in some way, it was a genuine question.

Assuming he's messing around, you whined in frustration. "Seriously, I want to be fucked dumb tonight. Don't make me point out obvious things, Erwin."

It made him laugh. He leaned in to kiss your forehead and inserted his middle finger inside, "No, it was an honest question. I want to make this good for you."

"But you make everything feel good," you murmured, relishing the feeling of being stretched inside. His digits are broad after all.

You urged him to go on, hence he continuously motioned hither inside you while his thumb skillfully played around your clit. Relishing the pleasure and willing to welcome more, you played on your nipples messily. When the slicking sounds became louder he inserted the second one and rolled the digits in circular motions. Apart from how good he’s doing you, he’s actually quite nervous himself. Perhaps he might do it too hard, or you might’ve experienced something way better before, and all sorts of reluctance. But your reactions – voice quivering, hips stuttering, your back arching – filled him with such a warm, trembling feeling and he was immensely drunk to it.

After a while, he stopped, knelt up, and looked at the sinful mess he's made out of you with. It’s needless to say that you were down for good. The sight was glorious for him, utterly. When you thought he was about to finally let himself bare, he held on to your hips instead and raised that up to push it towards you. As he leaned down, he wrapped your legs on his shoulders and settled himself in between your legs.

Delving his tongue into you and tasting your wetness, he let out a gratified grunt. He brought back his wonders with his fingers as he lapped you up all the while maintaining eye contact; eager to see how you’d take him as he ravished you the way he imagined it. Your hands messily gripped everything – his pillows, mattress, even your hair – and eventually tightened your legs around him to buck on his tongue.

As he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers and your release hanging on the precipice, his motion sped up while his spare hand rested on your abdomen.

“That’s it–hah, please don’t stop–” you stuttered, your moans in crescendo; and he hummed through it just well, encouraging you to come. Not too long after, you grabbed onto his head to bury him below, making him breathe momentarily the least of your concerns. With your back arching and muttering helpless mewls of his name, you came undone.

He rode through your orgasm, continuously lapping on you until you tapped on his head, “Too much, ‘s too much. Please, ‘Win."

You heard him chuckle before letting go; nibbling on your inner thigh for a moment with a smug look on his face as if to say I did that. Only I could. When he knelt back again he let out a satisfied sigh, wiped up his face coated with your fluid, and sucked on the fingers he just used to ravage you. He licked it clean, deliberately swirling his tongue for you to see. Despite the crippling fluster, you weren't able to look away, you're rather getting wet over it instead.

His fingers left his mouth with a soft pop, “Tastes good."

The embarrassment came back to you but you’re still aching to have more. “Come here,” you pleaded and he immediately complied, cupping your face gently. He held you like you're his dearest person in this hell of a world, and you have no idea how could his touches say that much.

However, when you thought he was going for a kiss, he tapped his digits on your mouth instead, “Open.” Another stern order that you followed very willingly. He pushed his index and middle fingers past your mouth and you welcomed it by sucking on them, appeased by what he just did to you. You almost choked on it as he thrust his fingers full on your throat. Still, you hollow your cheeks on it, licking every spot fervently and humming with pleasure to rile him up. “Yeah, that's right," he purred. "Such a good lady for me.” He then suddenly replaced his fingers with his tongue, relishing your mouth and eager to prove to you how good you really tasted.

When he withdrew from the messy lip play, you blurted out, “Can you praise me again?”

You quickly realized what you just said and how you said it. What was that? You almost laughed at yourself.

Erwin raised his brows and snickered, “Am I not praising you enough?”

You stayed silent even after he peppered you with kisses, seemingly holding your squeal of shame.

"Getting shy again, hm? Talk to me, pretty girl.”

“Don’t know where it came from. My mind’s in shambles. Thank you for fucking me dumb tonight.”

“But I’m not doing that yet,” he let it out very endearingly, in stark contrast with his eyes lacing with mischievous glint. His finger flicked on your clit again. “This won’t be settled with this, don’t you think? You’ve waited more than a lifetime, after all.” Such a menacing smile and so you realized: Right, I might be knocked unconscious tonight. He motioned his digits in circular motions.

“I, uh–“ To lessen your stuttering, you gripped his shoulders instead. "I actually said that out of a whim. I never got this sensitive over someone before," you let out a breathy sigh. "My body’s reacting to you differently, Erwin. Am I the only one who feels like this?”

“No,” he landed a wet kiss on your neck, sucked on it, and released it like a pop. That would indeed mark. “But I don't just feel like it, and I believe I waited longer."

You were relieved, “Since when?”

“Since you entered the regiment and introduced yourself to me,” he abruptly inserted his finger inside your cunt then rolled it inside, “–that smile.”

“Fuck, god–” you shuddered, “t–that long?”

“Yeah, that long. I was just a jerk.”

“Better late than never but if you’re not doing that yet, then please do it now."

His heart swelled. This was more than enough, indeed. You might be time-deprived to explore this intimacy, have excruciating dilemmas that could break you off, tons of predicament perceived as a threat, and anguish that are not very easy to handle. Amidst all, your love and desperation overpowered the worries. You broke off every single wall Erwin had built for decades. You broke it off by loving him in way that's longer than your life could ever be.

He removed his digit inside and then made his way to remove the garment left in him, “You’re shifting from ashamed to blunt, pretty thing. Choose one.”

“I really am choosing to be blunt. I just get hit by it from time to time," you sat up to help him. "But okay, to project the boldness again–" but were cut off when he laughed loudly. Shooting him a glare you exclaimed, "Shut up!"

Erwin, despite the struggle to tone down, doesn't want you to feel shy for the rest of the night, "Okay, continue."

You dragged his boxers down impatiently and whined, “I want your dick inside me. Frantically ruin me until I knock out. Please.”

He was taken aback, he'll give you that, yet it was completely effective. His arousal spiked up way more than earlier.

When he finally got rid of his garment and his protuberance was completely shown before you, you started to doubt if you actually said the right thing. That would really ruin me. Sensing your reluctance just well, he gently laid you down again and raised your legs so he could line himself up.

"You’re not just blunt, you’re getting braver as well. But now that you told me to ruin you, why do you look like hesitating instead?” he taunted, sliding his dick up and down your wetness.

Heat pooled in your lower back, “I’m not. I–” you thrust up to have more friction, “I trust you. You’ll do me well, right?”

“I will,” he concurred sweetly and motioned nearer to you. Cupping your cheeks, he whispered. “Breathe deeply, love.” So you did, and he slowly pushed himself in. Gently, inch by inch, studying your face all throughout. You were whimpering in pain, closing your eyes tight upon feeling the sharp sting, and he’s peppering you with gentle kisses for comfort.

He’s not bottomed out yet you’re already close to crying. Still, you tried. You don’t want to stop. You don’t want him to feel like he’s doing badly. You don’t want to–

“‘S okay, ‘s okay. Relax.” he cut your rampant thoughts off with his coos. “I’ll make it fit. Just keep on breathing deeply, okay?”

You clung to his shoulder, letting out your mewls, “I’m sorry, I… don’t want you to think we should stop–”

“We won’t," he nuzzled his lips through your hair, “Unless you tell me so–ah, that’s it, you’re doing great.” then sighed, completely sunk down inside you. He let you get used to the feeling first, just looking at you tenderly without moving. His thumb circled on your clit again to make the process bearable, and eventually, pleasurable. After a while, you opened your eyes again with a smile and small thanks, “Please move.”

Erwin did and he muttered little curses under his breath. You’re tightly squeezing on him and he had to grip his free hand on the mattress to have a sense of control. He was quite overwhelmed. Your scent, tiny sighs, the look of affection, and the way you’re being gorgeously considerate of him – he’s on the precipice of losing control, one more sensation then he’ll admit that both of you will be staying on this bed forever. He tried to speak little praises and comfort to you instead so he could distract himself but you started bucking your hips up.

Fuck.

His train of thought was utterly shaken that he only managed to let out strained hisses. Noting his sounds of pleasure, you reached his ear; sucking, nibbling, licking around, and he almost lost it. He needs to take you slowly but he’s losing it. Erwin almost laughed at himself.

“Am I doing great?” you asked as you finally earned a steady pace in rocking and thrusting. When he wasn’t able to answer, you withdrew your mouth to his ear, turned up to him, and cupped his cheeks, “Am I?” you repeated, searching for reactions.

Erwin mentally shook his head, finally admitting defeat to his sense of control and the tightening of his muscles. He gripped your hips and thrust hard, making you suck in a sharp breath. “Doing so well,” he lowly grunted then set the pace unrelentingly fast, almost lacking mercy, “–my prettiest soldier.” His digits played harsher on your clit.

That’s it,

That’s it.

You let out drawn-out moans and silly whispers. When the pleasure blurred your thoughts to even mind shame, you brought his head to your breast, urging him to trace his tongue on it. He sucked on it with pleasure, and the thumb that was swirling on your clit slid to the other nipple instead. Your instincts are drumming in your ears as his rhythm picks up. The way he’s massaging your inner walls with every thrust of his dick and the lewd slapping sounds of skin that comes along was making your head dissolve into oblivion.

Erwin was so immersed in it that he looked down to see the tainted mess himself. He grabbed your hand and landed it on your lower stomach, “Feel that?” he drawled as he continued pounding. You felt his cock marking it whenever he pushed inside. And as your mind was too fuzzy to even answer, you nodded relentlessly. “Is this what you waited for? Hm? Tell me, love.” His taunting etched every enjoyment he has in the sight of you too dumbed out to answer.

As he felt himself reaching his peak, he pressed on your lower stomach to urge the coil in you to come out. And there it comes, you’re clenching harder than ever, thrashing around his length.

"Tight—hah—fuck, love," he rasped, "l-look at you, taking me in so–mhm—so nicely."

He was getting delirious, too, whispering sweet nothings; how good this is, how tight you are, how he's finally having all of you for himself. Your sounds are getting more and more obscene too, moaning a mixture of curse words and his name that he can't help but indulge himself through and give you more.

He lurches, continuously pounding and pounding until you’re trembling, milking on him for what he’s worth. He eventually pulled out, shooting his seed into your abdomen.

Then he dropped down. Fucked out. Leaning his weight into you with a sigh. He was too heavy that it could almost be classified as crushing you into pulp. The position went on for a while and instead of asking him to let you breathe, you start laughing at the sudden memory instead.

“Why?” he asked, his voice hushed and raspy. He’s nuzzled in your neck now, mindlessly nibbling on it.

“Isabel told me this a long time ago,” you giggled, "I feel guilty for remembering her this way."

"Bless her soul," Erwin chuckled, "but go on, what did she say?"

"That you could crush me into pulp if you wanted to. I told her I don’t think you’d want that but here you are.”

“Oh. Sorry.” he slightly got up and leaned on his elbows for support instead. “But why would she say that?”

“Because your build was intimidating,”

“Ah, that...” Isabel mocked him for his huge build plenty of times when she was still alive. Amidst her disdain, Erwin remembers her kindly. He scooted to lie down beside you, then brought your body to his embrace, “Were you intimidated as well?”

“I’m too engrossed avoiding your presence to mind how huge you are," you pondered, “but now I realized it was actually a good thing. I’d even thank you if you cracked my head with your muscles now.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m not kidding. Want me to tell you more?”

“No," he was holding a laugh.

“But it’s hot–”

“Stop.”

“Actually it goes like thi–” he silenced you with a kiss and you chuckled through it. It went on for a while until he’s sure you're really shutting up. He nestled you further to him and both of you were silent for a while. “I was about to suggest we wash up but I kind of want to keep going.”

You were actually about to say that and his remark made you more courageous so you blurted out, “Can I ride you?”

He stopped in his tracks, wide-eyed, then turned to you to see if you were actually kidding around, only to laugh in defeat at your dead serious face. Just like that and he’s aroused again.

“Have I said it too weird?”

“No, but why would you want that?”

You ignored his question, “So is it okay or not?”

“Of course, but it'd be quite a work. Why won't you let me take care—oh!” you cut him off by getting up and sitting on his abdomen.

“Sit down," you beckoned him through your fingers.

The sight of you channeling dominance was completely amusing to him, to say the least, so he ticked his eyebrows and followed suit, “What do you want to do?”

“Revenge.”

Erwin almost snorted at that but you cut him off with a sloppy kiss. It’s now quite gentler than earlier and even if he wants to crush you down the bed again, he let you have it your way this time. Erwin can feel your wetness dripping on him, and you can feel his hard-on standing on your back. You released a breathy sigh, trying to rub your slickness on him. To make the position comfortable, he withdrew from the kiss and moved backward.

“I may not know what you’re avenging for but my pretty girl can get whatever she wants," he leaned against the headboard. “Show me how it’s done.”

“It’s for always–” you lined him up to your entrance, “–ordering me around.”

Then bounced down on him abruptly, swallowing him in warmth. He bit back a moan and you got your pretty little noises as well, very much satisfied with how he’s stretching you full again. You tried to gauge his reactions at first, languidly riding him down, rolling your hips in experimental paces, and relishing how he looked at you – lidded, flushed, with a small smirk.

In the middle of it, however, something daunted you; you don't have much experience with this. He seemed to have lots given how well he did you earlier but you don’t. Erwin sensed the jittery so he grabbed your figure much nearer to him, “Why?”

You gave him a sheepish chuckle, “My confidence slipped away." When you thought he’d laugh at it like earlier, his face immediately softened and gave you an understanding hum instead.

“Poor girl, what’s on your mind?”

“I’m just not used to doing this thing passionately,” Nevertheless, you continued the rhythmic bucks—taking him in and out, gripping in his shoulders, holding back whimpers. Tremors of pleasure teemed Erwin's body, all of it getting too good to handle, “B-but I want to take care of you as well– that kind of thing.”

“But you’re doing it so well,” he doted, slowly nuzzling his lips on the sides of your face, nibbling your ears, patching up your neck with more bites as if to flaunt how he’s taken you for his own. He really can’t get enough, and the way you’re telling him so adorably how you want to be good for him satisfied a darker side of his psyche. He gripped your hips very tightly, intentionally having it to mark, and jerked his hips upwards to help you take him.

All his reluctance about not meeting your desires disappeared to shreds as he remembered; you’re here, on your own accord, even after seeing the monster that he could be. If you would go to him keeping in mind all the deplorable sins he had done then you had given yourself over. Drawn, bound together, and pleasures to be consumed by him. Mine. It throbbed in his head, repeatedly so, for he was very gratified.

He headily reached for your face, brought your lips into his, and relished the realization desperately; hoping you’d realize it as well. As the swirls of your tongues slipped your minds towards oblivion, his thrusts became more unrestrained and feral. He needed to feel more, needed to hear more.

He called your name, “Louder. Have everyone hear how well I'm taking you.”

It was yet another stern, or perhaps desperate, command. And so you did, not like you have any choice. It feels too good and you’re disgustingly drunk on the slick sounds of your heat as you ride him down. “My good girl, yeah, just like that.”

After a while of letting your bodies do the act for yourselves – what was yearned from the things left undone – you’re coming again. And his drawn-out moans, grunts, and words of praises told you he’s the same. He mercilessly rutted, fucked up your cunt, until your walls fluttered around his cock for the second time. As you reached your climax, he abruptly got himself out of you and came again. His seed was all over you: stomach, chest, some of it was even shot to your face.

He let out a dark chuckle at the sight. He was able to savor you completely. Now you lay in front of him, being the utterly divine art that you are. Completely messed up. By him. Alone. Nobody else could. In this world and even beyond.

You gave him a shy, tired yet satisfied smile and he slid his fingers to your face to wipe it himself.

“That was so good," he whispered, your foreheads bumping against each other.

“Heh, heh. Took you so well, didn’t I?”

"Very much so." The cheeky grin warmed Erwin up even more, so he kissed your forehead before ushering you up.

“Aren’t you tired?” you whined and laid down on the bed. Of course, you wanted to clean up, but you came three times and you’re minutes away from sleeping the night.

“I could still go on if we stay tied there, uncleaned," he sat up on the corner of the bed and massaged your sore limbs. He glided his fingers on the marks, guilty for making it too hard, “Sorry.” He scooted and gave it a peck.

You showed him your neck, full of his bites, “This,” then examined your chest only to see another one on the side of your left breast, “When was this?” you glared at it. Then pointed to the one he’s holding on to your hips, “And this," you ruffled his hair. “This could be decades-worth of pining! All because some commander decided to be a full-on jerk.”

"I know.”

He remained in his position for a while just looking at you in the eyes. The smile was quite a sad one, almost mournful, but you maintained the tender look on your face. After a while, he slid his hand to cup your cheek with his thumb playing on it, “Are you up for another round?” he smiled endearingly.

“What the heck is up with your stamina?” you scoffed but still tried to assess whether you could or not. Maybe you could, it’s Erwin after all.

“I’m just kidding," he pinched your cheek and then stood up. “Let’s clean up. My room smells too good right now. One more sniff and we'll stay on this bed making love until we die.”

“Your room should get used to it," you replied, realizing you’re actually feeling sore and it’s quite difficult to stand now. Erwin knew it so he spent time fixing your baths first.

Carrying you there himself, he replied, “Yeah. You should get used to it too.”

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kyluff · 6 months

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— ↺ Lonely Nights

✎ levi x reader !

✦ summary ➠ erwin is a very busy man, he is the commander of the scouts after all. So when his girlfriend gets lonely, captain levi is there to provide company.

✦ warnings ➠ nsfw, cheating, swearing, slightly rude erwin

✦ note ➠ sorry, but I made erwin kinda rude! but I felt it had to be done for reader to cheat yk

— Erwin was once again held up in his office, doing his paper work for the evening. You knew he was the commander of the scouts regiment, but he’s also your boyfriend. You also knew that his position came with a great deal of responsibility, that he had to do these tasks in order to keep the scouts running smoothly. But you can’t help but wish for him to put off his duties some nights and just focus on you.

You softly knocked against the door that lead to Erwin’s office, you didn’t want to be too loud and disturb him. He must’ve known it was you because he allowed you to enter.

“Sorry to interrupt you, just wanted to check in.” You made your way across the room to the pair of chairs that sat in front of his desk for visitors to sit in.

“I still have lots to get done by tonight, planning a expedition comes with a great deal of paper work.” What he said wasn’t necessarily rude, it was the way he said it and his facial expression. He let it out with a sigh, which made him sound annoyed, and his face slightly scrunched up too.

“So another night spent in your office?” You moved from your spot in the chair and made your way behind him to softly place a hand on his shoulder. He brushed it off, and picked up his quill.

“I’m the commander, I will do what has to be done” He continued on as he was before, and as he has been for the last few nights in a row. “You may leave now.”

You sucked your lower lip in slightly, feeling a sudden flash of emotion overcome you. He’s been drifting more and more away from me, we spend no time just the two of us anymore. I just want to be with him, function how a normal couple would.

You held it in though, what else could you do? Whining like a child wouldn’t change anything, it might even make it worse. He already sounded annoyed enough with just your presence.

So you left, just like he told you to.

You planned on visiting captain Levi, a close friend of yours for awhile now. On nights like these, ones in which Erwin wasn’t there to provide you with any company, is when you would pay Levi these friendly visits.

You found yourself knocking on a door once again, this time being Levi’s. He said to come in, he guessed it was you.

“Good evening, Levi” You politely greeted the captain. “May I sit?” He nodded and let out a quiet hum. You sat in front his desk. You noticed that there was a tea pot already made.

“Back again, l/n?” He asked, moving to a glass cupboard and grabbing two teacups. He brought them to where you you two were sitting, placing one by you and saving the other for himself.

You blushed a little bit at the fact that he had caught on to you coming so frequently. He must be irritated with me being here you thought as you started to get up from the chair. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave.”

“I’ve already poured your tea, don’t let it go to waste.” He said sternly, motioning his finger to point at the said cup of tea.

“Right” You smiled, getting comfortable again. “I’m still sorry though, I’ve been visiting too often recently.”

“Why is that?” Levi questioned, something told you that he already had his suspicions. Fact was Levi did know, he just wanted to play dumb and hear you admit it. “Shouldn’t you be spending your spare time with your boyfriend? He must be lonely without you.”

“Well actually, Erwin has been quite busy. Being commander is a tough job.” You tried to explain, but his face didn’t change. He still had a blank stare.

“Even too busy to make time for you?” That sentence made you stiffen. “Aren’t you his girlfriend? Shouldn’t he prioritize you over all else?” You hadn’t noticed but Levi had gotten closer, he was now behind you and was leaning down so that he could whisper in your ear.

“I’d prioritize you” This was said in a husky tone right against the shell of your ear. “If I had you I’d make time for you, I’d push off work for you, I’d spend every night with you.”

Your breath got caught in your throat, he was just so close and his voice was so smooth and he smelt so good. fuck

In the mean time, while you were lost in your head, Levi started to press light kisses to your ear that travelled down your neck. This definitely brought you back to reality.

“Levi, I- I’m with Erwin” you whined, but didn’t make a effort to stop his actions. But really, how could you? When you’ve been so lonely, when you’ve been thinking about fucking Levi every time you have come to his office.

“Don’t be dumb, tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart.” That nickname. It was the same one you have heard Erwin call you countless times, but not lately. And now Levi was using it.

“He’s your commander, your fellow soldier, he’s your friend!” You tried to reason, it was more for your sake then his. He didn’t seem to care much about what you were saying.

“Now you’re just doing it on purpose, I know all these things and I don’t care” He places one last kiss to the base of your neck, where it joins with your shoulder. “I can’t stand to see someone as great as you be treated like shit by that bushy-eyebrowed dick.”

He was in your vision again, kneeling so he could be level with your height as you sat. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want, the choice is yours. You deserve better.”

You stared into his piercing eyes, you always admired those eyes of his, they were just to intense. It’s like they locked you in when you looked into them.

You closed your eyes and pushed forward, pressing your plump lips onto his own. You initiated the kiss, making it a tender one filled with passion, but Levi soon took control. He pressed firmer, making teeth clash slightly, making it a sloppy kiss now.

He’s had enough with just kissing, he wants more, he needs more. So he quickly picks you up, carrying you bridal style. “We’ll continue this in my room.”

Lucky for you his room was conjoined with his office, so it was just behind a door. He resumed the make out as he carried you to his bed. He dropped you on the bed, making you bounce once or twice.

“Undress, everything off.” He commands as he undresses himself.

You do as your told, taking all of your clothing off and flinging them across the room, not caring where it ended up.

“Tell me, when was the last time Erwin fucked you?” He kneeled at your feet on the bed, wrapping his hands around each of your ankles and starting to rub them soothingly, waiting for your answer.

“Uhm” You attempted to think, how long has it been? Maybe a week? Maybe two? You couldn’t remember, but it’s been too long for your liking. “Awhile.” Is all you say.

“Thought as much.” With his hands around your ankles, he spread them far apart. “I guess I’ll have to break you in first before making you take my cock.”

He lays flat on his stomach between your now open legs, inching closer to your most intimate area. So close that you could feel his breath fanning against your skin.

“I’m going to eat this pussy, better than Erwin ever could.” Was all he said before he went down on you. Oh, and was he ever better than Erwin. His tongue was so skilled, he knew just the right pressure to apply to just the right spots.

Your hand slinked into his hair, gripping onto it to try to ground yourself. You couldn’t help but moan when he sucked hard on your clit. He focused on it for a bit; sucking, pushing, and flicking it until he was satisfied with his job. He then moved on to your hole, pushing the tip of his tongue in and out of it.

Your moans became louder and louder the longer he ate you out. And your grasp in his dark locks grew tighter.

“Levi! I..” You couldn’t finish your statement to warn him of what was to come. Your orgasm washed over you, making you a limp and panting mess.

“Think you’re ready now?” He was teasing you like he didn’t just make you cum. But you nodded anyways, because you couldn’t wait any longer, you needed Levi now.

He pulled you down the bed towards him, and you instinctively placed your legs around his waist and pulled him snug against yourself.

“Your going to forget all about your stupid boyfriend after I’m done with you.” He entered you with one big thrust, making all the air in your lungs disappear.

You hands desperately try to find something to hold onto, choosing Levi’s back. Your nails dig deep into his skin, slowly scratching down his spine while leaving red marks.

He starts a steady pace, relishing in the feeling of each others bodies. “Fuck, can’t believe someone would ignore this pretty pussy, leave her so lonely.”

The speed of his thrusts start to quicken, becoming more earnest. “I’d fuck this pussy everyday if I had the chance. Can I? Can I fuck it anytime I want?”

“MHM!” No words, you can’t form any from how good he’s making you feel.

Levi says no more, shifting his focus to the rhythm of his thrusts rather than talking. He goes down to bring you into a sloppy kiss, resulting in him pressing further into you. Both of you were nearing the end.

He let his head fall into your neck, he wanted to feel closer to you even though he was already inside of you.

“That bastard doesn’t deserve you.” He grunts out one last thing before he’s spilling into you. Which makes you come undone right after.

He pulls out and lays beside you, enclosing his arms around you and laying a kiss on your flushed cheek. “Stay here tonight, I’m sure that idiot won’t notice.”

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honeybleed · 5 months

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reverie ⋆ erwin smith

author’s note: this is a prequel to strain and i’m usin my old format since this is the oldest draft i have cba to make a new layout LMFAOOOOOO. this fic is written in a nonlinear narrative so it may be slightly confusing but i decided to write it like that since this is based on the reader’s memories and past with erwin, and we know memories can sometimes be very hazy and muddled, so she only remembers key moments.

content & warnings: female reader, black coded reader, she/her pronouns, canon verse but set before the events of aot, no smut but suggestive, erwin is an asshole in this n sorta unhinged, conflict, blood, descriptions of self harm ideation, angst with some sweet moments but unhappy ending

word count: 3.7k

“I start my visits in a blaze of love,

Nectar of oranges and homemade cake

Till the enamel of our smiles wears off

Laying bare truth neither of us can take.” — Rosalind Levine, The Pomegranate (1956)

It’s a funeral march. Every time the Survey Corps return from outside the walls.

Mothers wailing and thrusting themselves onto passing Survey Corps members.

Screaming like banshees and clinging onto them for dear life to ask where if their precious children returned in one piece.

The answer was usually wordless, with a grim expression which further worsened their bawling.

You never could blame them. You think back on how your mother’s passing comment about how there is no greater pain in this world than your children passing onto the next before you.

She was a headstrong woman who fiercely loved her children.

You liked to remember her that way, rather than her last days when she was barely unrecognisable from the illness that ate away at her.

While the parents of the officers were on the edge of their sanity, the children would treat it as if it were a parade. As much as you tried to keep your brother away from it, it was no use.

He was a growing boy, and boys don't take too kindly to authority figures who aren't their mothers. You kept an eye on him as he and the other children ogled the commanders.

The adults sneered and made jabs about the veterans, while the children viewed them as true heroes.

The severity of all the casualties was lost on the children. Especially the youngsters who had their education purposefully buried and distorted within these walls.

Then there he was.

The hoards of people began to call out his name, but he kept his gaze forward.

You still kept a watchful eye on your brother, whose eyes lit up as he marvelled at Commander Erwin Smith.

Erwin had to keep his eyes forward. The crushing guilt of the failed mission, watching his comrades be torn apart for his true goals was eating away at him relentlessly.

But then he saw you.

Shiganshina was small, and for somebody like Erwin whose strategic intellect required a strong memory, faces were easy.

Faces were easy to remember, but there was just something about your curls, those brown doe eyes and plump lips.

You worked in the only general store within Shiganshina, and Erwin and the other Survey Corps barely came by unless it was to report back and update next of kin on losses.

There was some murmuring and you looked up from the cash register.

“Commander Smith..?” You squeaked out. “What are you doing here?”

He placed a basket of apples on the counter and gave you a polite smile.

“Ah, I thought you would’ve considered me a regular by now.” He said with a hint of jest in his tone. “You don’t need to call me titles.”

“So what am I supposed to call you?”

“My name is a start.” He replied.

“Erwin.” You say. It sounds foreign to your ears and odd on your tongue. But it makes his heart leap to his throat.

“Just the apples? Nothing else?” You ask.

“Hange is fond of these specific ones.” He scoffs.

“That’s considerate of you.” You reply as you struggle with the clunky register.

You took the bag from his hands to weigh the fruit but when you felt his fingers brush against yours. When you looked to meet his eyes, it was clear he hadn’t purposely done that.

But even so, the action made your breath quicken. He noticed almost immediately you were flustered, causing a slow smile to tug at the corner of his lips.

You stammered the price and he paid, nodding to thank you, wishing you a good day.

When he left the store, your hand settled on your chest. You’d never experienced that reaction to a simple touch. Why did it make you feel as if your body was being flooded with warmth?

“I’m starting to think those apples aren’t for Hange.” You said teasingly, having built up courage after a few more visits.

You were no longer so skittish around him.

“Ah, you caught me. They like Granny Smith apples, and I’ve only been buying Red Delicious apples.” He grinned.

“You didn’t need to lie to me.” You scoffed. “And even so, that’s such an inconsequential one.”

“They were in the beginning. But I like coming here.”

“For the apples?” You jabbed.

“Something sweeter.”

You bit your lip in an attempt to repress the smile tugging on the corner of your lips

Your nose wrinkled at the putrid smell of the rotting food. The once vibrant display you took pride in was now decaying in front of your eyes.

The odour was unbearable, and despite your manager insisting you on staying inside to keep you away from the rambunctious crowd.

It wasn’t unusual for this village to fall into bouts of food shortages. Considering the corrupt nature of the island. The inner walls never suffered.

Hunger and starvation were becoming something common. Whilst the elites were favoured.

You were ripped out from your train of thought when you heard the commotion worsen. Despite her pleas for you to stay indoors, you knew the frail woman wouldn’t be able to handle this.

Armed with a broom, you stormed outside to whack the brawling crowds away. You didn’t want to do this. These were people who were starving and wanted to feed their families, driven by hunger and fear.

“Move!” You barked, swinging it haphazardly causing people to back away. But it seemed to rile some others more who were lunging at you, furious.

Hands grabbing out, it was a frenzied swarm, almost relentless. That is until the distant sound of marching boots resonated through the square.

Erwin with his icy gaze stepped into the tumult, causing a hush to spread through the mob. A collective intake of breath replaced the earlier rampaging from the mob.

Clad in his dark green cloak, he raised a hand and within an instant, the crowds parted to create a path for him and the other Survey Corps.

He gave you a reassuring look, then crouched to help your manager who had been knocked over by the unrelenting, desperate crowd.

“Are you alright?” He questioned as he helped her to her feet in his smooth voice.

She nodded, a little taken aback. You felt a little sheepish as your knuckles paled from the grip on the broom.

Erwin turned to the still crowd.

“Desperation does not justify chaos.” He stated, his voice carrying weight.

He then began to try and outline a plan to share left over food with the starving crowds. It was a time-consuming hindrance but it resolved the chaos ultimately which you were grateful for.

As the hordes of people left, you thanked Erwin.

“I don’t know what we would’ve done. You really are remarkable, Erwin.” You said softly.

He felt his heart race at the way you gazed at him, and his cheeks heated up.

“No, no. Don’t thank us. If anything, it was the bare minimum.”

“Erwin, just take the damn compliment.” You tutted.

“Alright.” He sighed as he shook his head.

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling after they took off.

“Looks like your little crush is mutual,” Levi said wryly as the Survey Corps exited the marketplace.

"I could take you outside the walls if you'd like." He said.

"...Erwin." You said, a little taken aback.

Nobody ventures outside of the walls apart from the Survey Corps. And there is a reason why nobody does.

"I wouldn't endanger you, Y/N." He said firmly, as he gazed into your eyes intensely. "I guess I'm bending the rules but I recognised that look in your eyes when we spoke earlier about outside."

You tutted and turned away.

"Erwin, I'm not special for that look. I'm sure everybody has it but they just don't want to be branded as a heretic."

You felt a shiver down your spine when you thought back on the neighbours you had. Everybody knew they were executed for trying to escape the walls.

"They don't. They'd much rather stay inside and they believe these walls are protection."

You didn't like what he said.

It was as if he was looking down on them. Like they were cowards and fools.

His voice was smooth but there was layering to that sentence. His demeanour was a bit relaxed too. The point is, he said something that would just fly over people's heads.

Ambivalence always crossed your mind when it came to Erwin Smith. You weren't some sort of strategist like him, you weren't renowned for intellect. You were a commoner who lived day to day doing nothing of significance.

Yet, it was hard to miss the looming feeling of fear when you talked. Especially about this topic.

“They say there are lands of ice and water that burns.” You said, swiftly echoing the words of the children you’d overheard one day.

“The only thing outside is just green land.” He replied. “We haven’t ventured that far.”

You scoffed when you realised your brother was gone again.

"He'd probably be bounding over if he knew you were here." You said as you shook your head.

"Why isn't he here?" Erwin questioned.

"Because he's sick of me. He likes to sleep over at his friend's house. Not much I can do."

"You're an overbearing sister, Y/N?" He said, with a lilt to his voice as he arched an eyebrow.

"He seems to think so." You sighed. "I just...I see how he gets jealous of his friends with their parents. And I wanna give it to him. I'd give him the world if I could."

"How long have you been raising him?"

"Well, my mother passed when he was only six. It's been a while." You said, a little dazed when you realised it was almost coming up to a decade.

Stepping in your mother's shoes had almost become second nature to you at this point so you never took in the graveness of the situation.

"I'd say your efforts are admirable. But...unfortunately, you can't." He said, a little firmly.

"I can't what?"

"You can't give him the world. And you certainly can never replace his mother."

"I'm not trying to be-" You stuttered in absolute disbelief earning an amused reaction from Erwin.

"You were Y/N. But it's natural for somebody in your situation to try and do that. You didn't do anything wrong." He responded.

"It's not your place to tell me that.." You whispered as tears began to prick at your waterline.

"Where would you have preferred to have heard it from..?" He replied airily.

"Erwin, do you hate the people here?" You finally snapped at him, balling up your fists as a flurry of rage overtook your senses.

A puzzled look fell over his face. Your question did seem irrelevant to the topic.

"Did I give the impression that I do?" He simply replied, undeterred by your outburst.

You dug your nails into your palm. There that feeling returned all over again. A supporting thought to the one you had earlier appeared.

Erwin Smith is a puppet master. And he knows the exact things to say to elicit reactions from you.

"Don't do that! You...you know what you're saying! And you know what you're implying when you say these things!" You barked. "Not all of us are like you, okay? So what if people would much rather hide behind the walls? That doesn't make them cowards or stupid. We all are on borrowed time as we speak, so just let us live, Erwin."

Live.

You felt a little ridiculous when all he gave you in return was a deafening silence, feeling the tips of your ears heat up.

"That's not living." He simply responded as he stood in front of you. "I refuse to accept life like that. To bury my head in the sand."

"And that's just great! But don't look down on others..!" You replied, voice quaking.

"Do you think I'm looking down on you?" He questioned you, eyes unwavering.

Your silence answered better than any words could.

Every comment he made like that, was like a jab.

"Now...why would I think a woman as resilient and strong as you is a coward?" He asked, slightly bemused. "Y/N, I've admired you since I first met you. Dare I say the more I learn about you, the harder I fall."

Puppet master, he has you on his strings.

You're dancing along to his tune, the same way the people he leads to their deaths, follow the rhythm.

But ashamedly, deep down he intrigues just the same. It's undeniable, the way his eyes rake over your body. How they flit from your eyes to your lips.

He's struggling.

Despite Erwin's words cutting at you, it's something new.

You let out a sigh and turned to face the rain pattering against the window as the sky was pitch black. Your brother was not coming back tonight.

Then you took a glance at Erwin, who had stood up from the pine dining chair for his grand statement.

"You don't need to lie to me." You scoff.

"And what have I lied about?"

"I'm not a little girl. You don't need to fill my head with this love nonsense. If you want to sleep with me, just say that."

"I have no reason to lie." He responded, swiftly. “You sound like a woman scorned. Who crossed you?”

“There you go again.” You sighed. “Are you always this nosy?”

“I wouldn’t say nosy..” He said, with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I do take interest in you.”

“I’m not some spectacle.” You retorted.

Large, weathered hands had cupped the side of your face. Hardened from pulling reins as he ventured into battles.

Hands most likely soaked with the blood of comrades in Erwin Smith’s need for the truth.

Your mind should not wander to such dark places, especially in his embrace but it is difficult to ward it off.

Erwin was without a doubt probably one of the most loathed people within the walls. Yet here he was, lying beside you fast asleep.

As you watched the sliver of moonlight cast a gentle light on his face, his chest rising and falling as he slumbered you couldn't help but imagine.

It's not as if finding love is impossible within the walls. There are dozens of married couples and families.

But that impending fear of going through the loss of somebody you open your heart to is terrifying. You snort to yourself.

In bed with the commander of Survey Corps, an individual who out of everybody was probably the most susceptible to being taken from this earth in an instant.

"I'm going to join the Training Corps!"

Your head turned as Erwin said your name in a calming tone. As if he was about to reassure you.

But all you could feel was the bile clawing the inside of your throat, causing you to rush away from the room and flee to the bathroom.

Your brother and Erwin shared a shocked look as they could hear you heaving and throwing up your guts after you slammed the door.

“Where’s Erwin?” You croaked out weakly as your brother stood in the kitchen.

“He took off. Said it was something we needed to discuss between ourselves.” He responded.

You begged. You pleaded.

The plate immediately slipped from your grasp, shattering across the floor when you finally registered his words.

"STOP TRYING TO BE MY MOTHER...!"

Your lungs felt constricted and your palms began to sweat.

"You never will be. So stop thinking you have a say in my life!"

Erwin’s voice echoed in your head.

“You will never be his mother.”

You called his name as he stormed out. He was always slipping away from you. It was inevitable.

Yet it tore your heart to shreds. He was all you had and all you knew. You couldn’t let him go on that suicide mission.

All the memories of him growing up, your promise to your mother before she passed to look after him rushed at you all at once.

So much so, that the only thing you could hear was the way blood thundered in your ears. Legs were so weak they gave out almost immediately.

The only thing that brought you back to reality was the shard of glass from the plate slashing your palm, causing pain to sear through you.

You have no clue where your brother ran off to. You have an inkling he and his friends are probably jumping for joy at the prospect of it all.

As if it isn’t mere brainwashing.

Walking on the cobblestones, completely disorientated.

You think after you and Erwin’s intimacy, maybe he’ll help you. It was a long shot but you were desperate.

Failing your mother’s simple request was eating you alive. She never asked for anything in this cruel world apart from you to protect your brother. One thing.

One thing.

“…Erwin!” You cried out when you saw the familiar green cloak. You grasped at the fabric, causing him to turn to face you.

His eyebrows furrowed. Never in his life had he seen you like this. The once always put together town beauty is now reminiscent of a mad woman.

Dishevelled hair clung to your tear-streaked face. Shawl with frayed ends and smeared blood. The soft voice was now hoarse and raspy.

"I don't see the Training Corps until they graduate." He said, plainly. "So I have no clue what he could be up to."

"But...Erwin...? Don't you see how wrong this is...?! He's only fifteen, for goodness sake...he's a baby..!" Your voice cracked as your trembling fingers reached out to tug on his sleeve.

“There is nothing I can do." Erwin took a seat, and glanced out of the kitchen at you with a stern look, crossing his arms. “It is his decision. And to put it into perspective, when I joined I was also fifteen.”

“Do you know what everybody says about you, Commander Smith? That you lead people to their deaths for your own selfish desires. My brother is not soulless like you. He would not thrive in that hellhole the way you did.” You spat venomously, intending to go for the jugular.

"Selfish desires? Is that all you see?" He said, dangerously quiet. Not facing you, as if he was talking to himself.

"That’s all anyone ever sees, huh?” He said with a mirthless laugh, shaking his head. “That I am a... a monster."

Laughter overtook his body, as he clenched his fist. It was making you queasy, watching him go off on this tangent.

Through all the time you spent with Erwin Smith, something always hung over you. And it seemed as if this request to save your brother’s life was causing him to unravel before you.

The web he spun and entrapped you in. A false narrative he had created.

"He will join the Training Corps whether you like it or not. He has his convictions." He said as if the matter was closed.

You figure that was the moment. When his true nature was revealed. That the fear that always loomed over you when he spoke of the walls or outside had always been leading up to this moment.

Because those eyes you had once so lovingly gazed into and pictured marital bliss in, morphed into something so sinister, it sent shivers down your spine.

You wanted to scramble away from him. But you were frozen. Maybe he realised you now saw him for who he truly was. Because he said nothing and strode off.

Without even a goodbye.

“He’s so handsome when he smiles.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you tried to figure out where exactly you were.

Certainly not home.

Time and time again, you’d frantically arrange an array of vibrant throw pillows fished from the marketplace, switching between curtains that always had rich patterns that certainly weren’t crafted here.

Constantly bringing newly, freshly cut flowers in the elegant vases that cost a fortune, the porcelain always glinting in the moonlight.

No matter how much you tried to make the house seem lively, it would never be able to fully remove the stench of death that wafted through the streets of Shiganshina.

When you glanced up at the sky, it was a vibrant shade of blue you had never seen before. Tears were pricking at your waterline, you couldn’t even remember the last time the sun had beat down on your skin like this.

It was so warm, almost reminiscent of when your mother embraced you in her arms. Or your brother.

Or Erwin.

You wanted to tear your hair out. Why the hell did he come to mind when you thought about comfort?

“But he’s so handsome when he smiles.” That voice repeated. You wished it stopped.

He barely smiled and when he did it was only for you.

A genuine smile.

“It’s not the land of ice. Or water that burns but, I hope you like it all the same.” His voice was a gentle whisper.

You open your mouth to speak, but no noise comes out. Holding your throat, you grimace at the frustration.

Grass, lush green grass under your feet and between your toes. Nothing like the dying, sickly brown you were used to seeing.

This can’t be outside of the walls he told you about? This must be just a dream.

It doesn’t make sense.

“I’m a man who without a doubt will be cast into hell. I often took comfort in the possibility death may be a nothingness, but what of sinners like me? We deserve consequences. I think no punishment would take away the joy of being with you.”

You woke up with a jolt, skin slick with sweat as you gasped for air.

In the dark bedroom, the first thing that rammed into you with no mercy was the fact your brother was in the hands of a selfish and cruel man.

Failure. You failed your mother. You were entrusted with that boy, to keep him from harm.

A blood-curdling screech tore from your throat as you swung your fist in the air.

This overbearing need to tear your hair out, and scrape at your skin.

You were livid with yourself. There were layers to it all.

You loathe Erwin Smith. Yet in your dream, you were fawning over him.

When it was he who would be single-handedly responsible for your brother if he meets a grisly end.

author’s note: erwin 35, reader 28, her brother 15, anyways this was due how long ago…damn. sawry. if u reached dis far ty for reading 🤞🏽💓

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Marriage Pact (Erwin x Reader) Part II

Synopsis: To the surprise of the cadets, Commander Erwin is married to more than just his work. Their curiosity brings up fond memories of your and Erwin’s early days in the scouts.

Word Count: 6.2k

Tags/Warnings: Language, No Reader Pronouns, Fluff, Marriage Pacts, 104th Cadet Corps Shenanigans

Part I Part II Part III

Notes: It's heeeeeeeeeereeeeeeee

He woke you up the morning of your expedition before the sun rose, gently shaking you awake where you had slouched over. It took a few blinks to remember where you were and the night of drinking, games, and stories you orchestrated the night prior. You sat up with a yawn, back cracking in the multiple places where your makeshift mat of seat cushions hadn’t been kind to you. Erwin knelt on one knee in front of you, his frame outlined in the dark blue hue of the early sky that trickled in through the tall windows. He spoke softly about getting everyone up to prepare to head out.

Hange remained curled up in your lap with their arms wrapped around your leg.

Erwin’s cloak draped over your shoulders and enveloped your form. You wouldn’t even remember you were wearing it until you stopped by your quarters to change into your full uniform. Unable to catch him in the chaos of the expedition prep, you left it hanging up near his horse.

He hadn’t even asked for it back, nor did he bring up your agreement from the night before.

***

“Like… the captain in the Garrison?” Eren chewed his bread thoughtfully, betraying an otherwise bored expression. Jean leaned forward to gauge everyone's expressions around the table. His face fell as everyone seemed to busy themselves with their mundane meals. Jean’s brows knitted together as a severe pout tugged at his lips.

“Yeah…?” He glanced at Eren, who didn’t meet his eye, before surveying the table again. He repeated your rank and name, stressing each syllable. Jean waved a palm in the air. “Hello? I thought you guys would be more invested in this.” A wave of silent hums and acute cringes spread throughout the gathered cadets. Jean sputtered, throwing his hands up in disbelief. “What?”

“I mean…” Armin started, staring off into the grains of the wooden table. “It makes some professional sense.”

“Armin—”

“Really, Armin?”

“Stop.”

The few low hisses circling around the table made Armin bow back toward his meal. Jean blinked, rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t dreaming.

“What is with you guys?” Jean exclaimed, slapping away Sasha’s hand, which was slowly creeping onto his plate. His mouth opened and closed as a croaking sound stalled in his throat. While everyone ate as usual, Bertholdt was unfortunate enough to meet Jean’s crazed expression. He gulped, quickly shoving a spoonful of stew in his mouth. “Really, Bertholdt?”

“Jean,” Reiner swiveled in his seat with a roll of his eyes and a heave of his shoulders. He breathed out a sigh, letting his spoon hit his plate. Reiner hand waved once assertively in the air in front of Jean’s face. “It’s just not believable.”

“The commander’s initials were literally on the bouquet.”

“No way is Erwin sending roses to a government office,” Eren interjected as if stating the obvious. He blew a few strands of his bangs away from his face, hardly looking at the rest of the group as he tried to play off his clearly piqued interest. “No way Erwin’s sending flowers at all.”

“Damn, Jean, get a grip,” Connie muttered, elbowing Jean in the side.

“Did I mention that his initials were on the card?” Jean swatted at Connie’s arm, the two briefly engaging in a battle of swats and slaps before Jean turned to the table with a determined fervor. He held one hand planted on Connie’s cheek, keeping himself out of range of Connie’s attempted slaps. “And they used to be section commanders together. There is quite literally a picture of them framed in the captain’s office.” He pointed confidently off in the vague direction of Garrison headquarters.

“There is?” Mikasa muttered, her forehead knitting together slightly as she cocked her head to the side. She pinched her chin between her fingers in thought. “Huh, I always just focused on the tea cart.”

“We all focus on the tea cart! And the snacks that are sometimes also there!” Reiner asserted, slapping the table, causing the dishes to clatter. He crossed his arms with a disappointed shake of his head. “Psh, everyone knows that. That’s why running paperwork to the Garrison is the best job you could get assigned. I’d fight a man to be able to sit in a cushy room drinking tea for an hour. It’s like getting a paid break to sit with a— a, uh—” He held his clenched fingers up to his lips as he searched for the word, nose scrunching. —“A wise tree.” Reiner’s hand opened emphatically to accent the phrase.

“I have fought a man for gopher duty!” Sasha barked, food still in her mouth. “And when I got there, I got extra sugar and that really expensive bruise ointment—”

— “Oh shit, really? That’s where you got that from?” Ymir blinked from the other end of the table. “That stuff is really nice.”

“And I got to keep it!”

Jean huffed, sitting straight to cross his arms with a stuck-up nose.

“Look at the shelf on the opposite side of the desk the next time you’re there because I guarantee you that ointment was paid for by a commander’s salary.” He struck a fist into his opposite hand. His determination to be right had hardly been extinguished.

“Let’s go now.”

Jean’s eyes snapped wide open.

“What?” The others were already beginning to stand. Jean’s gaze darted to each of them as everyone began to gather their jackets and pick up their plates. A decision had apparently been made silently and without him. “You want to break into Garrison headquarters?”

Eren paused, his uniform jacket slung over his shoulder. He offered Jean an absentminded shrug.

“It’s not breaking in. We’re scouting. Surveying, if you will.” He left Jean alone at the cafeteria table to turn in his dishes. Jean noticed after a beat, immediately scooping up his dishware to follow the group.

“You’re kidding! I thought everyone wasn’t interested!”

***

A priest came to the Survey Corps hospital the morning after the expedition. You gathered a bouquet of flowers from a shrub in the courtyard for Murray and sat in attendance as she and Owens were married right there in the hospital. Wrapped up in bandages with missing limbs and bleeding wounds, they tearfully exchanged vows before succumbing to their injuries. You sat with them as a witness to their union until they were pronounced dead.

Both of them served under your command, after all. You thought you owed it to them.

You would be given their death notices to sign off on a day later.

You updated Murray’s certificate to “Owens” and sat at your desk, staring at the twin pages before you. Murray’s last name had been carefully blotted out in your correction, leaving her new name slightly bumpy. There were three spaces at the bottom labeled in smaller writing: one for the medical examiner’s signature (if applicable), one for the section commander, and one for the commander. The notice was written on quality paper, and from a quick glance, you would have guessed that the page was for an award rather than a certificate of death.

A light tapping broke you from your thoughts. Erwin stood in your doorframe.

“Am I interrupting?”

You almost jumped, face rising from where it had rested against your palm. A single, intense palpitation shot through your chest at the sight of him. He was as neat and put-together as always, from his combed bangs to his crisp uniform. You shook your head, beckoning him into your office.

“Not at all.”

He walked across the room, a small stack of papers in his hand wrapped in a neat string.

“These are yours. They must’ve gotten mixed up.” You stood, staring at them with a quirk of your lip as you tried to hide your nervousness. You stared at the bundle of pages, doing nothing at all, before you decided to take them from his hand.

“Oh, I haven’t even looked at these yet. Here, I probably have yours.” You set the compilation down to immediately sift through a larger stack of paperwork in the shallow wooden bin to the side of your desk. You felt like your hands were shaking, but Erwin didn’t seem to hold the same anxiety as you. Lingering patiently, Erwin glanced around your office as you consulted your collection of work to do.

You wondered if he remembered your conversation from the night before the last expedition. Hell, if it weren’t for Erwin’s cloak, you wouldn’t have been able to decipher whether your agreement was a dream. A part of you prayed that he hadn’t remembered— A marriage pact. What were you thinking?— but your instincts reluctantly told you that he not only remembered but could probably recall every word.

You spared a single glance toward him as you rifled through your pages. Erwin caught your eye, offering you a slight, closed-lipped smile and a pleased raise of his thick eyebrows. You averted your attention with a newfound nervousness.

You had no issue interacting with Erwin before. You were as close with him as you were with any other section commander and would have dared to consider him a friend. A good friend you’ve known for many years, he had your back on the battlefield and saved your life more times than you could count. He broke into that storage closet for your daft idea. That had to have meant something.

But he couldn’t have possibly been serious about your agreement. Of everyone you knew, Erwin sat near the bottom of the list of people you’d consider interested in marriage. Looking like he did, he had good chances of courting anyone he wanted. And yet, he agreed to marry you.

“They made it.”

“Hm?” You glanced up from your shuffling to follow Erwin’s gaze. He brushed the corner of one of the certificates, pulling it on the desk by the corner so that it sat at an angle. He cocked his head to read it better, then glanced back at you. “Oh.” You turned away as you continued your sifting. “Their injuries were terrible. They passed in the hospital yesterday—”

“But they made it.” Erwin never took his attention off you as he tapped Owens’ corrected name. Your heart twinged with guilt as you heaved a light sigh.

“I suppose they did,” you resigned, displacing a chunk of the pile on your desk chair. You blew at a strand of hair in your face before a realization hit you. Your lips formed a thin smile, and your forehead made the slightest wrinkle as you quirked your head to yourself, finally finding the files you were looking for. “I forgot I told you about that.”

“Forgot?”

You offered the bound pages across the width of your desk. The same colored string hung off them, the ends in a neat bow. Erwin’s bright blue irises held a certain seriousness in them.

“Things have just been… busy.” You didn’t know what else to say. Erwin glanced off to the side momentarily, tucking the stack of pages under his arm.

“I see,” he said with a nod. You stood awkwardly, the files you had displaced on your seat. “Thank you for looking for these. I’m glad we could get it sorted.” Erwin turned to walk casually back out to the hall, only stopping when you called out his name.

“Erwin?” He turned, thick brows raised in attention. He pivoted on your area rug, and once you had his attention, you didn’t quite know what to do with it. You leaned forward with a hand on your desk, letting the moment pass as you searched for words. “Um— did you want some tea?”

Erwin offered you a small, dimpled smile.

“I’ll have to pass. I need to get these done.” He held up his handful of papers. It was an answer that made sense for two section commanders such as yourselves. You were coworkers. Perhaps you were even coworkers before you were friends.

“Oh… yeah, of course,” you laughed nervously, watching the back of his head retreat into the hallway and down toward his office at the other end of the hall. You sank down to the floor in mortification.

Great, now you’ve made it awkward.

***

It was a week full of paperwork, and you were officially one expedition down out of three. Three. What an oddly specific number. Between expeditions one and two sat the Military Ball, which was less about celebrating service members as advertised and more about political schmoozing and securing funds for the three military branches.

The entire headquarters was in a scurry to prepare, the rush to get the paperwork done and aesthetics in order starkly contrasted to the usual bustle and priorities of the Scout Regiment. It was an odd time to attend. While the Garrison and Military Police continued their business inside the walls, the Survey Corps reeled from your most recent expedition just a week prior. But in typical fashion for the Scouts, the world moved on. Having signed off on the death certificates for your fallen squad members days ago, it was in your best interest to rest your sights on the future, even if that meant attending a celebration in the wake of tragedy.

You scurried up the steps, making last-minute tucks and adjustments to your dress uniform. Always the one left to tie up loose ends, you insisted that everyone else go on without you. Being called back to the office to finish tasks wasn’t out of the question. Erwin once told you that the last full batch of section commanders had been called out of the Military Ball in the first hour for missing reports.

You offered the greeting committee at the front a heartfelt salute, gesturing toward your credentials before they finally let you in. The ballroom was illuminated in a golden glow, highlighting the shiny, rich decor fitting for a grand venue in the Capital Mitras. You tried to hide your rushing, slowing your pace to offer polite smiles to the military personnel and politicians who lingered about enjoying their appetizers and complimentary aperitifs.

Hange had made their way deep into the room, their voice ringing out over the sea of chatter. From what you could tell, they had gathered quite a crowd of wealthy nobles excited to hear harrowing tales about the titans. They certainly chose the wrong soldier to prod about titan information. Not only would they be engaged in conversation for the entire night, but you wouldn’t be surprised if someone grew physically ill based on the level of detail Hange decided to spout. You pushed on, swiping a bubbling drink off a service tray and a small hors d'oeuvre off another as you scanned the bustling ballroom.

It wasn’t hard to find Erwin. He stood tall next to a cocktail table outlined in a thick, white cloth. With a cocktail flute in one hand, he struggled at the knot in his bolo tie.

“I see they're letting just anybody in here.” Erwin’s pretty blue irises flickered up as you approached, your snack quickly disappearing past your lips.

“Same could go for you. Is that a non-standard issue No. 20 brown belt I see?”

“Oh, shut up!” You hurried over, giddy like a schoolchild afraid of getting scolded by the headmaster. “Mine broke on expedition. I was hoping no one would notice.” You shook your head before placing your drink down on the table and wiping your fingers with your cocktail napkin.

“You wore your dress uniform belt on expedition?” Erwin’s hands immediately fell away as you stepped forward to work at the tight knot the leather strings had been contorted into. You bobbed your head from side to side.

“My straps have gone to shit. I really need to order new ones, I just haven’t gotten around to it.” You dug your nail at the tough bundle of leather before withdrawing for a moment in disdain. You cocked your head to the side, holding the bunch in your fingers. “What the hell did you do to this?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” The tightest portion of the knot loosened. Your shoulders drooped as you let out a short breath of relief before continuing to unravel the knot.

“I’m surprised they didn’t give you a hard time about credentials. I swear that one guy looked at me funny because my lapel wasn’t properly ironed.” The loop you were making steadily grew larger. With a few more strategic pulls, the center would open.

“I was holding it in my hand when we came in, if you’d believe it.” You could feel his chuckle reverberate through his chest.

“I’m sure Shadis was thrilled by that.” The knot came undone, and you tugged at it until the leather strings sat kinky but otherwise untangled across his collarbone. You took to adjusting the entire tie so that the ends sat orderly and symmetrically with the clasp neatly in the middle.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Erwin looped a finger through your thin belt, giving it a playful tug. You didn’t look away from your work for a second, all too aware of your close proximity. You avoided looking at his face as you stepped back, his bolo tie finally arranged at the center of his collar.

“You’re sure in high spirits tonight,” you mused with a roll of your eyes. “Looking for the bottom of that bottomless champagne?”

“I can’t say I’ve started such a challenge,” Erwin said with a bounce of his brows, a smile creeping onto his lips. He clasped his hands behind his back as he surveyed the room. You picked your drink back up, swirling it in the glass with a shrug of your shoulders and a dip of your lip. You stared out into the crowd along with him.

You were content to stand with him, watching as people mingled around the room in a sea of uniforms, gowns, and suits. The members of the Survey Corps were the easiest to spot. Members of your squads grouped together, claiming their own territories amongst the circular dining tables. The prideful sported their dress uniforms, but it appeared that most were content to shed the Wings of Freedom for a night in exchange for their best formal attire.

A part of you was relieved that the dress uniform was mandatory for all four section commanders. You hadn’t had anything too special in your closet anyway.

“Probably for the best. When things settle, I’m going to take a crack at Senator Montgomery.”

“Are you now?” Erwin quirked a brow as he continued to look out into the distance. A serving tray traveled by with champagne, and Erwin took one. “Eager for a few more expeditions?”

“He’s pretty agreeable after dinner,” you continued. You didn’t even hear him. “Not to mention that his children are fascinated with horses. I’ve been giving them lessons, and I take the youngest riding on the trail near the outskirts of Rose about once a month.” You took a sip of your bubbly, savoring the taste. Another group entered through the rich double doors. “It’s been our little arrangement for quite some time. I’m sure he won’t take much more convincing. Besides, I know you’re going for Edmonds.”

“You’re quite the detective.” Erwin offered a polite smile to a pair of politicians passing by before glancing back at you. “I expect no less from you. You’ve always been quite sharp when it comes to these things.”

“Please—” You shook your head, toying with the stem of your glass. —“Everyone knows Shadis wants you to bag the big one. Edmonds is tough, but you’re good with your words. I think you’ll have an in by the end of the night.”

“You give me too much credit.”

“You can play modest with Edmonds, but I know you better than to believe that.” You weren’t really thinking when you snorted, eyes trained on the familiar faces traveling across the ballroom. A small, sentimental smile played on your lips. You didn’t notice that either.

“Do you now?” You incidentally met his eye, and the simple act of doing so made your heart skip a beat. A light, curious glimmer glinted in his expression. You quickly glanced away, fiddling with your glass before bringing it to your lips. Erwin’s attention was still trained on you in your peripheral.

“We’ve served for a long time,” you resigned with a sigh. The nervousness you had never felt with Erwin before continued to constrict your chest. You tried not to let it show. Erwin seemed to let the matter go, turning his attention forward again to your relief.

“That we have…”

“Erwin? Erwin! AHH!” A woman’s voice carried over the crowd. A puff of strawberry blonde hair peaked out over the top of the bustling throng along with a single, dainty pale hand. You could see glimpses of her periodically jumped on her low flats to catch a glimpse of Erwin as she gradually made her way through the horde of people. “Excuse us. Sorry. Excuse us!”

It didn’t take long for her to break through, and to your surprise, she tugged Nile Dok in tow. She was a beautiful woman with long, curly hair, the color of which complimented her deep mustard-colored gown. The fabric draped elegantly over her rounded stomach and her shoulders were decorated in light tulle. She dropped Nile’s sleeve as she stood in front of you and Erwin, stretching her arms out with a gleeful smile. Erwin graciously greeted her, letting her wrap her arms around his neck in a deep hug. She just about squeezed the air out of him.

“Erwin! Look at you! It’s been too long!”

“Careful,” Nile warned apprehensively but did little to get involved.

At a loss for what to do, you made eye contact with the ever-serious Nile Dok, offering him a salute and a polite greeting.

“It’s good to see you, Captain Dok. You’re looking well.”

“The same could be said for you, Section Commander.” He nodded cordially. Your attention snapped back to Erwin at the sound of your name.

“I’d like to introduce you to my good friend, Marie Dok. You’re acquainted with her husband, Nile Dok.” He gestured toward the woman before you. “Marie, this is my colleague—” The way he spoke your name sounded like an afterthought, but Marie paid no mind. She smiled at you, holding open her arms again to pull you into a warm hug.

“Oh—” You reciprocated her gesture when the momentary shock wore off.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Section Commander,” she oozed before pulling away. She smelled subtly of fresh flowers.

“Please, no need to be so formal,” you insisted with a light laugh.

“The two of you are going to eat with us, aren’t you? We have more than enough room at our table,” Marie pressed on. She turned in search of Nile’s approval while you glanced toward Erwin. Nile spared a knowing look toward Marie and a sigh before joining yours and Erwin’s silent conversation. Not being a fan of the mental exchanges being had without her, Marie couldn’t help the pout that found her lips. “I know the three of you have to make the rounds, but at least come to our table for dinner. Just the dinner part.” She playfully nudged Nile’s arm before taking it in her own. “If the senators and commanders get to talk shop with you all night, I think I deserve at least some of your time.”

“I couldn’t intrude,” you attempted to politely decline. Marie continued to pout.

“Please—” She huffed with a certain informality refreshing in comparison to the setting. It almost made you laugh. “Military folk are so hard to pin down these days. Besides, any friend of Erwin’s is a friend of mine!”

You finally relented, head stuck on that word “friend.”

***

Dinner that night was by no means cheap. Not only were the attendees given a choice of several dietary selections for the main course, but among the spread were prime cuts of beef, whole fowl, sides of decadent potatoes with gravy, and a mix of fresh greens unlike anything most Scout Regiment soldiers had ever seen.

You tried to savor your meal, but more than half your plate was gone before you could blink. Glancing around, you were willing to bet that most Scouts had just about scarfed their portions down with gusto. The fresh, high-quality food was in stark contrast to your usual rations of bread and meat scraps, after all. Marie ate just as much as any soldier, using her clearly pregnant appearance to persuade the waitstaff to bring more food to the table.

Two other military police officers joined you with their spouses, who wore high-quality formal attire. You had seen the officer’s faces around at some time or another— most certainly at last year’s Military Ball— but didn’t know them closely. Despite your unfamiliarity with most people at your table, everyone seemed well acquainted with Marie.

“Marie owns Mulligan’s. We met her as cadets way back when she was a server,” Erwin noted to you with a nostalgic nod. Even Nile’s serious demeanor melted some at the memory.

“Really?” Your face lit up in recognition. A hotspot for military personel, the pub had been taken over by Military Police types in recent years. But even so, you held some fond memories of the place. Marie offered a humble nod. “You have a killer ale. What a small world.” “Feels smaller every day,” Marie sighed with a smile.

With dinner over, the chatter and mingling started up again. And just like in years past, officers and public figures alike began to drift from their tables in favor of chatting up the people they had intended to persuade since the beginning of the night.

Erwin drifted, eager to bag a promising opportunity for the Scouts as Shadis’s most charming section commander. Someone came to talk shop with Nile the next instant, and soon, you were left at the table alone with Marie.

“It’s that time, isn’t it?” she mused knowingly. You offered her a sheepish and reluctant quirk of your lip as you stood from your chair.

“Unfortunately,” you said, straightening out your uniform. You glanced at Senator Montgomery out of your peripheral before returning to Marie. “Thank you for inviting me to your table. It was nice meeting you.” You offered her your hand, but she didn’t take it.

Instead, Marie propped her elbow on the table, resting her cheek against her palm as she looked you over. The action lacked malice or severe judgment as she collected information to fuel her following words. Her lips parted with purpose.

“The two of you make quite the couple,” was all she said.

You were taken aback as you thought about what she was saying. Your brow furrowed, along with a slight curl to your bottom lip. Marie tilted her chin downward with a slight arch to her light eyebrows as if to say what she implied was obvious.

“I— um— we’re, uh…” The more you grasped for words, the harder it was to find them. You sighed, letting your chest deflate as you collected yourself. “We’re colleagues. The time we’ve served allows us to work well in a professional setting, as is the usual relationship between section commanders.”

Colleagues. That’s what Erwin had introduced you as.

“I see,” she hummed, staring off in another direction. You stood in front of your pushed-in chair, silently following her line of sight into the bustling ballroom. It was too crowded to make out what she was so fixated on. “You know, I’ve always subscribed to the phrase, ‘you can’t be a little bit pregnant!’”

Marie let out a boisterous laugh as she stood out of her chair. You swiftly stepped over to help her as she cradled her rounded stomach with her left arm. She accepted your help but ultimately didn’t require much support.

“Whoo!” Marie stretched a bit as she found her bearings. Her hands quickly found yours, giving you two firm taps to the back of your wrist. “I won’t keep you any longer. But if you see Nile milling around, would you do me a favor and send him back to me?”

You agreed, trying to center your thoughts on Senator Montgomery.

***

The deal was wrapped up in a snap. If anything, you considered that you included too much preamble before getting to the meat of your proposal. Senator Montgomery snapped it up without much further negotiation. He had always been very fond of you, so much so that you likely could have brought the issue up at the start of your lengthy conversation.

Senator Montgomery was a talker, and after he expressed his dedication to your proposal, you were swiftly whisked into a detailed conversation about his children. You were acquainted with all three of them, and the question took a sharp turn from politics to which one of his children was making the swiftest progress in their riding lessons?

Having his children be trained by such a high-ranking officer in the Scouts was apparently quite the point of pride for the senator. For the rest of the night, he referred to you as a close family friend to other elite residents of Wall Sina. The senator made sure to gesture to your credentials as he did so.

If that meant his continued support of the Scouts, the senator could call you anything he pleased.

By the time you could excuse yourself, the festivities were already winding down. Dessert was already half-gone. You took another champagne flute to disappear onto the balcony with.

You leaned against the white stone railing, breathing deeply before exhaling a steady stream of hot air. You took a sip of your drink, staring off at the lights of the city. Even at night, Sina was littered with warm streetlamps that grew less in number as the distance ran on. A dark sheet of night existed past the sloping city. The stars that littered the horizon marked where the wall stopped in its reach toward the sky.

“Need a breather? How was Montgomery?”

Erwin took his place next to you, leaning on his elbows to mirror your posture. You hadn’t even heard him approach. He scooted a little plate across the stone surface. The two dessert pastries wobbled, knocking against each other. He offered you a dessert fork, and you weren’t about to deny him.

You met his gaze, letting the exhaustion on your face show for the first time that night. Another labored breath vibrated the skin of your lips and you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head. The tips of your four fingers met your thumb, snapping your hand open and closed to mimic the loudmouthed chatter you endured. Erwin’s shoulders jumped— his version of a snort.

“That good, huh?”

“I mean, we have a deal, but damn—” You glanced behind you to ensure that you were truly alone. Erwin instinctually swiveled his head with you. —“I hope the Montgomerys aren’t planning to have more children.” Erwin hummed a chuckle, digging his fork into the dessert. A sheepish smile found your lips as you couldn’t help but chuckle along with him. “What about you? How was Edmonds?”

Erwin’s fork action halted, and you laughed as he rubbed at his temples.

“We have a meeting first thing Monday morning,” he breathed after a few moments of carefully choosing his words. You continued chipping away at your dessert. “Edmonds is a very thorough man.” Erwin shook his head, dismissing the rest of his words.

“It was a full interrogation, huh?” you mused before taking another bite.

“Mh-mhm.” Erwin placed his fork on the little plate, savoring the last of his pastry. He turned to lean his back against the railing you continued to rest on. His arms coiled over his chest. He continued to chew; he had wide chews. “By the way—” You didn’t know someone’s jaw could move like that with their mouth still closed, but that was none of your business. —“Sorry about Marie. She can get a bit excitable sometimes.”

“Not at all. Dinner was nice. And Marie seems nice…” You set your fork down as you continued to stare out at Sina. You paused, hesitating for a moment. “She seems a bit—”

“Different compared to Nile?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you let the moment pass. You traced the wall's outline in the distance, trying to keep track of how many stars hovered above the black mass. Erwin kept his sights on the ballroom, which cast a golden glow onto the balcony, stopping just short of the two of you. People were starting to trickle out, having had their fill. A decent portion of the attendees continued to chatter. The waitstaff were beginning to take away the dessert table.

“We used to spend a lot of time together years ago,” Erwin continued out of the silence. You didn’t know how to respond. He continued again. “I think she just wants to remember how things were when we’re together like this. We don’t keep in touch, so she gets a bit overinvolved to make up for lost time.”

“That makes sense.”

You wanted to ask him. You wanted him to connect the dots for you so you could have another clue in deciphering what exactly the two of you were. But you held your tongue, and the night continued like all the previous Military Balls. You decided you didn’t need to ask him if Marie Dok was the woman he wanted to marry all those years ago. You already knew.

***

“Is this, like, illegal?”

“Shut up.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Hurry, please.”

“You try picking a lock in the dark.”

“Move aside and let me try.”

“I got it,” Ymir gritted in the darkness. “Go fuck off over there and keep watch.” She pressed her ear to the door, feeling around the lock with her picks before finally hearing a satisfying click from the latch. With a single tug of the handle, the door quietly swung open. The former members of the 104th Cadet Corps filed into your office, quietly taking in the sights in the moonlight trickling through the window.

“There it is,” Sasha whispered, practically foaming at the mouth as she immediately ran up to your tea cart. Connie, Christa, and Reiner followed on her heels, instantly picking up the teacups and other accoutrement on the top tray as the others scattered around the room. Mikasa closed the door behind her.

“The picture’s right here.” Jean gingerly opened the cabinet of memorabilia. The cabinet gave the same resistance as the day before, giving way to reveal the items inside. Sure enough, the framed drawing sat in the same place next to your old Scout cloak. Those less interested in the tea cart gathered around as Jean took it in his hands.

“I have never heard of a branch transfer,” Mikasa remarked, taking the ends of the cloak in her hands. The fabric felt stiff between her fingertips.

“Maybe you have to transfer if your husband gets promoted to commander of your branch.” Jean rubbed his thumb over the glass where you and Erwin were depicted. The scene was a large outdoor fire where you and your old squadmates were illustrated in an artistic and detailed outline. You and Erwin sat to the right of the frame, smiling and talking. Yes, the figures were undoubtably the two of you. Jean passed the picture on in favor of looking for more evidence.

“Why would someone give up the title of section commander to work for the Garrison?” Eren muttered a bit too seriously. Jean had to stop to blink a few times. He was kidding, right?

Jean continued his search, but you didn’t have much memorabilia from the early days. Besides the picture and your cloak, all that remained was your patch with your last expedition number and a few fancy documents littered with formal signatures.

Something bounced to the floor in Jean’s peripheral. He bent down to retrieve it, leaving the doors of the cabinet ajar. Eren turned the frame over in his hand, inspecting the back of it before also leaning down. Jean clutched the squishy little knot in his hand just moments before his head collided with Eren’s. They both recoiled, only for Eren to knock his head again against the bottom of the cabinet, which had swung open. Slamming his head in the same spot, the picture frame went crashing to the ground.

“Fuck! Dammit, Yeager!”

Glass scattered across the floor, and everyone’s attention simultaneously shot toward the sound. The room froze. Jean gaped at the mess on the wood floor, slowly moving to make eye contact with Eren. But before either of them could say a word, the door to your office creaked open, and the light flickered on, illuminating the dark room.

You stood in the doorway, out of uniform and with a stack of files under your arm. You glanced across your office, forehead knitted as you processed the collective presence of the ten wide-eyed Survey Corps members.

“What are you all doing here?”

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I love writing baby Reiner, I always give him the most banger lines. There will be a part III, which will hopefully be the final part. I just had a lot to set up and write and it wasn't logistically possible to fit it all in this part. If it doesn't fit in part III, I plan on dutifully writing a part IV.

For those who don't know, the phrase "you can't be a little bit pregnant" refers to dedicating all or nothing to a situation since the status of being pregnant is either that you are or that you aren't.

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rubywithecat · 1 year

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When you forgot to reply them (AoT boys)

Eren- would instantly phone you and ask why you left him on read. He would be so mad.

Armin- would double text you an hour later checking if you are okay or busy.

Levi- he would be the one who forgets to reply. Jk jk! If you forgets to reply him he would just assume you are not free and won’t bother until you call him back.

Jean- would spam texts until you reply T-T

Reiner- would be overthinking that you don’t love him anymore and being silent the whole day unless you ask him why and explain.

Porco- would convince himself he doesn’t care but he would be always checking out every noti wondering you texted him back. But when you replied only like 3 hours later, he will do revenge back like not reading it but actually really want to talk with you.

Zeke- would go ask your bestfriend what you are doing and start to stalk your social media if you are out with other boys or if you are actually busy.

Erwin- would send you long letter from email to make you notice his texts.

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can I request Erwin ad y/n reincarnation au. Like in Erwin's past life that takes place in Aot canon world he had a wife y/n and she was a captain in scouts too. Erwin in canon did die but y/n lived till the end ,single and with her daughter who was like the exact copy of Erwin . She found she was pregnant after his death and Erwin had written many letters for y/n with the thought that he might die one day and y/n can have something to comfort her. He had purposefully gotten y/n pregnant before that mission so that if he died y/n would have some reason to live ( it wasn't non consensual , Erwin and y/n were trying to have a child ) . So y/n lived for her daughter while serving for the scouts

Now in present timeline Erwin is a successful businessman and y/n is an attorney and owner of a law firm. Erwin meets y/n for some business purpose and when they see each other for the first time all the memories of their previous life just come back to them in a flash and they break down in each other's arms where y/n tells how hard it was to raise their daughter without him and how she was the only reason she lived. They both get married and have a twins , a girl and a boy who look just like Erwin

A family again

Erwin x fem!reader

Mentions of reincarnation, past lives, modern AU, fluff, romance, marriage, fluff, becoming parents, pregnancy.

Erwin sets up a business meeting where he arranges a meeting with your law firm. As soon as you meet, the memories flood back and the two of you restart the life you had dreamed of.

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Your feet were killing you in your heels, but you wanted to make a good impression with Mr Smith. It'd been a while since you wore heels, but they looked good so you wanted to try your best. You even more a nice dress as well. Normally, at the office, you had comfy things on your feet and body.

So, you sat on a chair outside the meeting room and winced at the pain in your feet. "Damn it."

"Heels bothering you?"

You kept your head down as your cheeks burned. You watched as someone with thick thighs knelt before you in a wonderful suit. "Y-Yes."

"May I?"

You presented your foot. "S-Sure."

He slipped your heel off and looked. "Mm, looks like they rubbed your foot."

You sighed and looked up at him. "The one time I wear them to impress."

He chuckled and looked up into your eyes. "You..." His beautiful blue eyes widened. He softly said your name. "Is it you?"

You felt a rush of emotions as memories stung and soothed you. Tears filled your eyes. "Erwin...I...I you..."

He smiled. "Me."

You cupped his face. "You're alive."

He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. "I am."

You sniffed. "You have both arms."

He chuckled. "Indeed I do." He released a long sigh. "You are so beautiful."

Your cheeks burned at his praise. "You're handsome."

He held your thighs as his eyes filled with love. "I'm so sorry I died before we could have our life as a family."

You smiled sadly. "Well, you made up for it."

"My letters?"

You nodded and hummed. "And our daughter."

His eyes widened. "A daughter?" He smiled. "We had a daughter?"

"She was just like you." You laughed. "So ambitious and she helped out so much. She changed so many lives. You would have been proud of her."

He squeezed your thighs. "You're incredible."

"I'm not." You let the tears roll down your cheeks. "I was so weak without you. I wanted to...I struggled. However, our daughter was the only reason I kept going. I didn't want to leave her alone. I stayed strong for her, but I am ashamed of some of the thoughts I had." You sniffed. "What a terrible mother I was."

He hushed you. "I bet you were perfect. I just know our daughter loved you and felt your love as well."

You smiled sadly. "I gave her everything and I spoiled her too." You giggled with Erwin. "I couldn't help myself, she was so cute and beautiful."

"That's wonderful." He lowered his head. "I'm sorry I left you both. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. I failed you and I felt that strongly when I died. You were all I thought about."

You wrapped your arms around Erwin's neck and held him. "That must have been awful."

He gripped you tightly. "I love you."

You clung to him. "I love you too."

He pulled back a bit. "I know this is a new life, but I don't want to waste any time. Let's start our life and family again."

You blushed. "Erwin?"

"Marry me."

You nodded with a bright smile. "Yes!"

Erwin smiled sweetly at his twins. Both of them were lying against his chest and sleeping away as they were soothed by his warmth and beating heart. Seeing two precious lives made from him and you made his heart flutter with joy.

The wedding came around fast and Erwin made sure he had you as soon as possible. The home you got was just out of the city surrounded by nature with plenty of rooms for children. It was your forever home and the two of you filled it with love.

You always thought you would have a daughter again, but instead, you got a surprise. Your twins were perfect. Evan and Daisy were the sweetest little angels who looked just like their father and full of curiosity. Erwin was truly incredible, full of life and love.

The two of you were always running around after each other giggling away. You didn't hold back on the love and romance like you did in your first life. You both wanted to give the other everything possible. You stole many moments together and went on plenty of romantic holidays. The two of you worked less as well.

You sat on the sofa next to your husband and smiled sweetly. "You three having fun?"

He chuckled. "Nap time."

You snuggled up to Erwin. "You're a wonderful father to them."

"I'm glad I can be here for them this time."

You played with Erwin's hair. "I've told you, Erwin. It hurt not having you, but you left behind the most precious thing for me. You were always with me because I had Daisy with me. She was the part of you that you left for me. She was all your love."

Erwin welled up and looked down at his babies. "Now we have her and Evan."

You caressed Erwin's cheek. "All my love."

He leaned over and kissed you. "Together forever, my love."

You hummed a laugh. "Yes."

He blushed a bit. "I was wondering."

You giggled. "I love you so much. Yes, I think more babies would be perfect, but let's wait for these two to grow up a little more, hmm?"

He smiled. "Sounds wonderful." He kissed you again. "I love you so much."

"Shall I help you put the babies to bed so we can do some loving?"

Erwin handed you Evan. "Please."

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emeraldbabygirl · 1 year

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Warm Eyes

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand blowing up with messages and calls from your friend Ninja but you were sound asleep. Then the sound of footsteps woke you up. Still half asleep you rolled over and grabbed your phone off the nightstand chuckling to yourself as you scrolled through all the notifications from Ninja. Placing the phone back on the nightstand you sat up in bed and stretched letting out a yawn.

“Miss ma’am I cannot believe you sometimes.” Ninja walked in through your bedroom door. “I expected a sink full of dishes and a messy apartment. Instead I’m greeted with one fork in the sink. One fork. I deserve an explanation.” You smiled as Ninja came to your bedside and plopped down next to you.

“I ate ice cream and then took a nap.”

“Out of the container? Without a bowl? Are you getting sicker?” Ninja scooted closer to you and placed both hands on your cheeks pressing his forehead against yours. “You still feel hot hun.” Ninja said pulling away. You shook your head, “you know there’s other ways to check my temperature.” you said pulling away to cough. Ninja only smiled while patting your leg.

“There are but this is my way and you like the attention.” You both exchanged smiles. “So what are you doing here it’s like late in the afternoon. You’re gonna get sick if you hang around me.”

“I’m here to take care of you silly.”

“I- that’s ridiculous I don’t need to be taken care of, I called in sick, I ate so many Tylenols and vitamins and I was gonna make some tea later. Besides it’s not like the house is a mess or anything.” Ninja made a face. “I’ll go draw you a bath and while you’re relaxing I will make you some good’ol chicken soup and clean up a bit.”

“You mean wash the one fork in the sink?” you laughed but that only caused you to cough some more.

“I’m just gonna freshen up your home a bit and maybe leave a surprise or two is all. Let me have this, you always take care of me it’s time I return the favor.” You smiled at Ninja grateful for him in so many ways. “Thank you Nini, I appreciate it.”

After your warm bath you sat on the edge of your bed in a pair of clean and warm clothes and braided your hair. A light knock on the door caught your attention and in walked Ninja with a tray with soup and what looked like some fruit. “How did you get in anyway?” you asked settling into bed. Ninja helped you with the covers and placed the tray over your legs. “Well after texting and calling you multiple times I remembered I had a key so I let myself in and the first thing I saw was the fork and I knew something was up.”

“One unwashed fork in the sink made you come to that conclusion? You knew I was sick.”

“Can you imagine the horror I felt when I saw that fork?” you busted up laughing Ninja following after. Ninja then proceeded to feed you but you shook your head. “Babe, I can feed myself, I’m not that old.” Ninja shrugged and started texting on his phone. You knew he was texting because of how fast his fingers were moving. “The soup is good Nini thank you.” no response. You rolled your eyes. He heard you he was just consumed by something. “Gee I wonder what could possibly be more important than a compliment from The Chef Ninja inventor of chicken noodle soup and defender of unwashed forks everywhere.”

“Ok I’ll tell you. So I will be back to check on you later tonight, I have a hot date.”

“You have a what? With who? Ninja you haven’t been out in weeks.”

“Shut up,” Ninja rolled his eyes, “I met someone okay. Like a few days ago online and-”

“Online? You literally get on my ass for wanting to date online.” you said taking more bites of your soup.

“I know I know but this is a group date, I’m going to the club with Yean and Erwin.” Your ears perked up at the name. Erwin had hung out with Ninja and George a few times but you had only kind of met him once at a Christmas party last year. You felt your face get warm.

“Oh um, he’s George’s friend right? We saw him at the Christmas party. Interesting.” Ninja stopped texting and looked up at you a smile creeping across his face. “Oh my god. You like him don’t you?” Ninja gasped as you looked down. “GIRL YOU DO OH MY GOD. Why didn’t I notice ugh.”

“Shut up. So what if I like him he probably doesn’t even know I exist. Please don’t say anything to him god I’ve only seen him once how can I have a crush on him.”

“Easy, he’s a fine man.” Ninja took your tray after you finished and you settled into bed more. “I will be back ok. Get some rest.” Ninja smiled kissing your forehead. “Have fun with your hot date. And don’t let Yean drink too much you know how she gets.” At this point you and Ninja had adopted Yean as your adult child with the way you two act around her. “She’ll be fine she’s a grown woman she can handle her liquor.”

“Yeah, with one in each hand.”

“Go to sleep.” Ninja laughed closing your bedroom door.

“Yes mother!” you shouted behind him.

“Wakey wakey y/n I’m back.” You sensed movement and heard multiple footsteps. Then a clicking noise that you knew was your lamp being turned on. You rubbed your eyes waking up and meeting Ninja on the side of your bed. “Hey how are you feeling?” he asked pulling you into a hug. He smelled like an odd mix of fruit and multiple cologne scents. You smiled to yourself.

“I feel a little better, that soup really helped. How was your group date? You asked already smiling. Knowing Ninja it went over well but there was always a chance he could’ve ruined it by being too dramatic.

“Oh god it was fantastic. His name is Frank and he is wonderful. So handsome and kind, he paid for everything and ugh I love him already. He even asked me out on another date.” You were about to speak up when you heard movement in the hallway. You gave Ninja a confused look. “Speaking of date I brought someone to see you.” Ninja said winking. You paused thinking who he could’ve been talking about and than you froze, eyes wide with panic.

“You didn’t.” you whispered. Ninja’s smile just confirmed your assumption. “Ninja what the fuck why would you do that I told you not to tell him. Why did you do this?”

“You’ll thank me later.” Ninja grinned standing up. “Erwin come in here.” Ninja exclaimed. As he went to walk away you almost jumped out of bed to latch onto his wrist. “Ninja please I’m not ready I can’t tell him this is silly you’re pulling my leg.” But to your dismay Ninja was serious and when Erwin walked through your bedroom doorway holding a plate you nearly shit yourself. This would be the first time you had any boy that wasn’t Ninja in your room. You locked eyes with Ninja silently pleading with him but all he did was wink at you and walk away. “I made fresh chocolate chip cookies like 10 minutes ago so y’all enjoy.” and with that Ninja left you with your crush. You were too stunned to speak.

You repositioned yourself on the bed so Erwin could sit if he wanted to. You watched him place the plate of cookies on your nightstand before joining you on the bed.

“Hello, I’m Erwin.” He reaches out to shake your hand and it makes you smile at the kind gesture. You feel your cheeks get hot and cover your face with the covers. “Um, I’m sick so maybe save the handshake for later. I’m y/n by the way. Um..” you trailed off too afraid to take the covers off your face and too afraid to make eye contact. You looked at what Erwin was wearing. A silly grey sweater with a black blazer over the top and light colored jeans with black boots. You wondered if he always dressed so nice. Your eyes shifted to his neck that was adorned with a few silver necklaces and then forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

“You look nice. H-how was the club?” you asked thinking about how silly this was to have a crush on him despite only meeting him once. “Oh thank. It was alright, how are you feeling? Ninja told me you had come down with something.” That sassy bastard you thought to yourself. Of course Ninja would say that just to bring Erwin to see you. You sighed and dropped the covers from your face.

“I’m doing better, I think.” it was quiet for a while and you were getting anxious. You grabbed the plate of cookies and held it out to Erwin giving him a small smile. He smiled back before taking one. You both sat and munched on your cookies for a bit and then Erwin spoke up.

“Listen um..I know that we haven’t really met other than at the Christmas party-” he remembers you from that? Maybe he feels the same way? “Can I take you out on a date?” you look up at him starting to blush again. You notice his cheeks start to turn pink.

“Me? Why me? Did you not have fun with Yean she’s a delight.” you spit out beginning to panic. There’s no way Erwin would ask you out. It’s got to be some prank.

“No? Why would I want to ask Yean?”

“Don’t you like her? I mean that’s why you came along right. To see her?” You adored Yean more than anything but you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that she got to hang out with Erwin and not you. Erwin laughed and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and maybe a little hurt.

“I like Yean but as a friend. She’s too hyper for me, plus she constantly laughs whenever she looks at me like she’s never seen a tall guy before even though she’s friends with a lot of tall guys. She’s like an annoying little sister.” This time you joined Erwin’s laughter. “I actually asked Ninja if I could see you if I went with him.” Erwin said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck before wringing his hands. After a few moments you spoke up.

“Would it be alright if we went on a group date? With Ninja and Yean. I’m kind of nervous about dating to begin with um..” you trail off worried that he might change his mind.

“I think that’s okay. Whatever is comfortable for you.” he said causing your heartbeat to quicken at the sweet comment. Your eye met with his for longer this time. They were so pretty and filled with warmth, you could see yourself looking into his eyes for a long time. Unfortunately shouts and quick footsteps caused both of you to look towards your doorway. In seconds to saw a very plastered Yean wobble in your room making a beeline for you with Ninja right behind.

“MOMMA!” Yean shouted burping loudly before flopping on top of you. You sighed rolling your eyes but wrapped your arms around her petting her on the head. “Ninja I told you to watch her.” You saw Erwin glance at you and smile and it made your heart flutter for some reason.

“You know how she is babe, the first drink is free and then she hits you with that cute pout and those puppy dog eyes and you fold. Don’t worry we all counted and stopped her before she could hit 10.”

“But that didn’t stop her from attempting to climb on the bar.” Erwin added. You looked between Erwin and Ninja in shock. “Are you kidding? She didn’t get you guys kicked out did she?”

“No but George got it on camera look at this she was wild.” Ninja came over and played the video for you. Yean was singing something in between burping and asking for more drinks. She used the bar stool to reach the bar and as soon as she had one knee on the table Ninja and Erwin rushed to get her down. The video ended with her whining.

“Okay one, you didn’t tell me George was gonna be there and two she’s done with clubs for awhile.” Yean shifted in your arms mumbling how she wasn’t drunk which made you smile. You really did adore her.

“I didn’t invite him he was just there trust me if you weren’t sick I would’ve texted you.” Ninja said.

“Ok well Yean needs to go home now please her breath smells like hot pockets and avocados.” You kissed her cheek before Erwin picked her up. “I’ll be out in the car.” he said carrying her out bridle style and it melted your heart.

“Ok so spill the tea.” Ninja says grabbing your hands in his. “He asked me out and I said I would love to but as a group date with Yean and you. Oh Ninja he’s super sweet and so fashionable and his eyes are so pretty.” Ninja grins from ear to ear. “That’s great when’s your date?”

“Next Friday night. I was thinking you could help me with my hair and makeup and Yean could be join us before we go.” Ninja frowned at you. “What?” Ninja gets off the bed momentarily leaving for your bathroom.

“I can’t sweetie I’m sorry, I have a date with Frank that night. I’m staying at his house, he wants me to meet his dog. It’s a chihuahua.” You hear rustling from the bathroom and wonder what he’s doing.

“Nini you hate chihuahuas.” You say loud enough so he can hear. When he comes out your hairbrush is in his hand. He jumps on the bed and sits next to you and begins to unbraid your hair.

“I know I know but I love Frank and I’m willing to put up with his pet rat.” you both laugh. “I can still do your hair and makeup and we can even go with Yean and buy you something cute before your date. I’m sure by the sounds of it Erwin would be able to pick you up. Besides that’s so much more romantic than piling in a car with others.” You looked at Ninja before smiling. There’s always been a motherly side to Ninja that you’ve always loved and appreciated and even simple offers like taking you to get new clothes makes your heart spin. Even now with him brushing your hair for you even though you are perfectly capable of doing it on your own. Ninja has always done such caring and simple tasks for you and you’re so graceful to him.

“Thank you for coming over to take care of me and bringing Erwin. And cleaning the one fork in my sink. I appreciate it.” You said pulling Ninja into a hug after he finished brushing your hair out.

“Anything for you love. Now get some sleep you need to be healthy for that hot date of yours.” Ninja helps you into bed and kisses you on the forehead. “I’ll leave the cookies here and I’ll be back in the morning okay?” And with that Ninja leaves you to drift off to sleep.

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How would the aot boys react to reader friend zoning them lol

friend-zoned

eren would act super cool and nonchalant about it but in reality, he’s going absolutely feral inside. he doesn’t understand why you’d reject him because he can get any girl he wishes. what’s so different about you? he becomes super clingy after this, trying to win you over.

armin would beat himself up internally. he’d feel really stupid, wondering why he couldn’t see the signs that you’re just friends. he sulks for a day or two but he gets past it because he isn’t willing to let your friendship go to waste.

jean doesn’t believe you when you tell him he’s nothing more than a friend. he insists that there’s been a romance blossoming and he doesn’t understand why you’re saying this when you clearly have feelings for him.

connie’s pretty disappointed but he doesn’t have a hard time letting it go. infact, he makes jokes about it all the time. he also pretends like he’s mortally wounded by it just to make you feel bad and whenever you apologize for it, he just laughs at you.

reiner takes it a little…personally. he has trouble with rejection already and you didn’t help by friend zoning him. he’s offended and stops talking to you for a while. he’s pretty stubborn but he comes around eventually and apologizes for making you feel like you owe him something.

bertholdt is sad but he understands that you can’t just magically change how you feel. additionally, his feelings never go away but he really does try to suppress them. he wishes you’d change your mind and he’s willing to wait if you ever do.

zeke is just fine with being friends. that’s what he says, anyway. he still makes moves on you, insisting that you guys can just ‘kiss as friends.’ it’s flattering but he comes on a little strong. eventually, you have to be firm with him and tell him to knock it off.

porco takes it to heart but he’s more angry than anything. he says you’ve been leading him on, teasing him, etc. you apologize if you made it seem that way but he doesn’t want to hear it. he just goes out and finds another girl in hopes of pissing you off enough to get him out of the friend zone.

erwin doesn’t understand the concept of a friend zone. he knows that it’s allegedly a bad spot to be put in but he thinks that if you’re truly a good friend to someone, the zone is a fine place to be. so, when you tell him you’re not into him like that, he understands and is just happy being your friend.

levi isn’t particularly satisfied with your answer but he doesn’t push it. he respects you and your feelings enough to not be a dick about it. however, he can be a little toxic. he’ll be your friend but he will scare your dates away. he doesn’t mean to but he can’t help it. he’ll crawl out of that friend zone one way or another.

here’s the link to my jean fic that has a lot of connie and ymir time in it. oh it’s also a slow burn

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mayajadewrites · 4 months

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Levi Ackerman x Reader: Moth to a Flame

synopsis: Levi Ackerman - Captain of the Scout Regiment. He's broody, quiet, and clean. You're a scout, skilled in combat and has killed numerous titans. You dated Captain Levi briefly, in secret, in a whirlwind romance. Late nights and secrets are what kept your "relationship" afloat. Due to Levi's ideals, he decided to end things with you, but now you're moved on. But Levi hasn't.

authors note: this takes place in the AOT universe, and it will reference SOME of the events from the anime, so be aware if you're not caught up. i won't be following the timeline of the manga/anime.

characters: levi ackerman, erwin smith, erin jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlot, jean kirstein, sasha braus, connie springer, hange zoe, + more.

content warnings: some chapters will be nsfw. i will put a warning before each chapter if it contains 18+ content.

ao3

C H A P T E R O N E – A U T U M N

The air was cold and crisp as it flowed through your window to the room you shared with Mikasa and Sasha. Summer is over and autumn has kissed the leafs on the trees.

Your body twitched as the air touched your skin. You made a mental note to start sleeping with a sweatshirt on. Sasha's snores filled the room while Mikasa slept silently.

You grab your watch from your nightstand and look at the time. 5:45 AM. You like to go on runs before breakfast to get your heart rate up and get some vitamin D before you had to attend training for your next mission.

After putting a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, you're out the door. The girls won't be up for another hour, so you didn't want to disturb them.

As you walk down the hallway, you put your hair in a ponytail, looking at your feet as you walk.

Then your body collided with another.

"Sorry." You say before you even look up at who's in front of you.

Captain Levi Ackerman.

"Sorry, Captain." You correct yourself, standing up straight.

"Where are you off to?" Levi brushed off his shirt, freshly pressed of course.

"I'm going on a run before breakfast."

Levi nodded in response, pushing past you towards Erwin's office. You sighed when you felt it was safe to, ignoring the pending thoughts in your head.

Levi Ackerman broke your heart, and you just super-glued the pieces back together.

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Breakfast was usually the same in the scouts. Eggs, bread, and sometimes bacon. Everyone sits in what we call the "mess hall" and eats breakfast together before we put our bodies through the ultimate torture which is training to fight titans.

You find your usual table – Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Jean, Sasha, and Connie.

"Good morning!" Sasha said as she stuffed her face with eggs. "I heard you leave this morning, how was your run?"

"I'm surprised you could hear me over your snoring." You chuckle, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "It was good. The sun felt good this morning, I'm so glad its finally autumn."

"You go on runs every morning?" Jean asked, patting his mouth with his napkin.

"Yeah, I like to prepare myself for training for the day."

You didn't want to say that Levi gave you the idea to go on runs every morning. He goes on runs earlier than you, thank God, because you'd rather not have to see him more than you already do.

"I might have to start doing that. I feel like I run really slow." Eren nodded to himself. I knew Mikasa was now going to also be going on runs in the morning with Eren. They are inseparable.

"That's awesome." Jean smiled as he said your name. He's always been sweet and funny, especially with Connie. They make you laugh every day, even on your worst days.

You feel the hair on the back of your neck stick up, a wave of goosebumps to follow. Your ears honed in on the sound of his boots against the floor.

You hated that Levi had this affect on you.

He was talking to Hange about her latest Titan experiment, which he sounded less than thrilled about. You made a conscious effort not to look at him.

"Morning Captain!" Armin said with a smile. He's always so joyful in the morning, which is something you envy.

"Good morning brats." Levi nodded in approval, his eyes glazing over yours for a split second.

A memory of you waking up next to him flashed in your mind, a time when you accidentally fell asleep after spending the night talking, kissing, and obviously... other activities.

"You good?" Jean's voice was like a pin to your thoughts, popping them instantly. "You looked like you're spacing out."

"Yeah, I was just thinking about how good a cup off coffee would be right now. I'm gonna go get some." You get up from your seat, shaking off the feeling of your memory.

"I've never felt like this." Levi kissed your ear, his voice low in your ear. His hand snaked up your body to your face, taking your chin roughly in his hands and pulling it towards his face. "You're one of a kind."

Life without Levi has been tough, but you have gotten over the gash of heartbreak he left. Seeing him every day for training and missions has gotten easier, and thankfully he doesn't want to see you any more than you do him.

Or so you think.

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let me know what you guys think so far!

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arteastica · 9 months

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early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (1)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (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?

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: 2.1k

One could say it was the most important night of that summer. Even the cloudless sky had allowed the stars to witness the scene unfolding beneath, and only the occasional barking of faraway dogs interrupted the silence. It was the night decisions were awaiting to be made. The type of life-defining decisions that no teenager should ever be expected, or rather forced, to make. Luckily for you, you were a couple of years ahead, ahead enough to not be considered a teenager anymore. And maybe this was the reason why looking around and seeing the tightly clenched fists, trembling jaws, and sweaty foreheads of your 15-year-old Training Corps classmates made you realize that you honestly didn’t know what you were doing in the middle of it all.

The choice was simple for those who actually had one. As it was tradition, the top ten students of the class would be allowed to choose the best out of the three options presented: to join the Military Police and enjoy the safety and commodities that came with life in the innermost wall, to settle for a more humble lifestyle by doing whatever it is that they do in the Garrison, or to put their lives in the line for humanity in the Survey Corps. With young brains still under construction, no one could be trusted to make the right call. The definition of ‘right call’ being ‘one you wouldn’t regret years in the future, or next week when a titan had you in their grip.’ However, you believed that joining the Military Police came with significantly lower risks of regret. And that’s why the MP was the one you were aiming for. Or would have, if you were part of that coveted top 10. That would have been ideal.

Ideal. In an ideal world, no one would have to make such a crucial decision at that age. In fact, there wouldn’t even be crucial decisions to make, in the first place. But this wasn’t an ideal world. It was far from that. A quick glance around at the faces you had gotten used to seeing for the last 3 years was enough of a reminder, in case you had forgotten. But who could forget? All of them standing next to you had either lost someone or everyone precious in their lives when the Wall fell. Luckily for you, however, you had your immediate family alive and well in the capital. And although you didn’t own enough wealth to be accepted into the social circles of the rich, you lived a comfortable life, and most importantly, a safe one. That’s why it came as a shock to your family when you enlisted as a-

“We will reach that basement in Shiganshina. However, this requires us to retake Wall Maria”

Retake what? Your backstory was left pending for another night. Because, before you could start narrating it to yourself, a solemn, modulated voice pulled you out of your thoughts, your head instinctively turning to the stage to locate the source. And that was the first time you saw him: The 13th commander of the Survey Corps, Erwin Smith himself.

“But with the Trost gate permanently sealed, we’ll have to take the long way around from Karanes in the east”

You had heard stories about Erwin Smith. A man of unyielding drive, an iron-willed leader, a liberator, you believed you heard someone called him once. And of course there was also ‘reckless’, ‘demented’, and ‘out of it’, all of which were adjectives commonly tied to his name, especially in the capital. ‘Insane’ was your father’s preferred one, usually heard around dinner time when the topic of Erwin Smith’s latest outrageous expedition somehow found its way into the family table. And you remembered feeling sorry for the man on more than one occasion. Because, from the safety of your Sina home, the closest titan surely miles away, as you fluffed pillows and slipped under warm blankets of undisturbed rest, you had struggled to think of anyone living a more different lifestyle to yours than the commander of the Survey Corps, that one man relentlessly trying to attain the unattainable: to free humanity from the walls.

“It seems the four years we spent preparing a route for an invasion force have gone to waste”

And that night he also seemed to be trying to attain the unattainable: convincing a group of frightened individuals to join a suicide squad.

“In those four years, more than sixty percent of the Legion’s forces lost their lives”

You wondered if there was at least a single easy thing in the man’s life.

“Sixty percent in four years. An insane figure”

His voice was controlled and pleasant to listen to. Even though the things he was talking about were far from pleasant. Life scouting beyond the walls sounded as rough as it probably was. And you guessed that there was no way to make it sound appealing, no silver linings to be mentioned or talked about.

“Any trainees who join us will participate in next month’s expedition beyond the walls”

You had heard that his branch was in desperate need for new recruits, yet you could tell he had decided to let honesty do the talking that night. Because not even when discussing the dire prospect of survival of a Survey Corps member…

“We estimate thirty percent will not return”

…not even then he seemed tempted to make false promises.

“And in four years, most new recruits will be dead”

In fact, the more he spoke, the more honest and raw his words seemed to get. And while, so far, he hadn’t mentioned a single appealing thing about joining his cause, you felt you were beginning to understand it…

“But those who make it through that hell will become superior soldiers, capable of surviving anything”

You see, you had heard all the stories, but you had never seen the man before. And rumors had left out the part about how compelling he was. As he extended an open invitation to a potentially deadly celebration, his voice had a commanding yet gentle feel to it, the type associated with reliable leaders. He had an enthralling demeanor to him, the one that’s used to persuade. His words were softly spoken but rose-thorn sharp. There was something about him, the way he spoke, and carried himself. Erwin Smith certainly looked like someone who could talk the winter into skipping a year, or the rain into waiting until he got home. So yes, you were starting to get it...

“Now you have the cold, hard facts.”

After all the contemplations, it finally clicked.

“Any still willing to risk their lives, remain here.”

It makes sense you thought, why men followed him to their deaths.

“Ask yourselves, am I willing to offer my beating heart for humanity?”

Why they ‘dedicated their hearts’ as they say.

“That is all.”

Erwin Smith was intriguing. Very intriguing.

“All of you wishing to join other branches are dismissed.”

Muffled footsteps brought you back from the realm of thought. You looked around to find the previously full plaza now more than half-empty. You could hear Reiner’s heavy breathing beside you. Jean fiddling with his shirt behind you. Sasha clicking her teeth to your left. And despite the close proximity between your bodies, it all sounded so distant. As if you had been thrown underwater.

“Are you willing to die if I ordered to?”

Erwin Smith’s question, on the contrary, felt as if it had been whispered right into your ear. It felt personal and targeted. And for a brief second you forgot that, although almost everyone had already left, you were still not the only one in the plaza.

I don’t want to die. You answered in your head.

“I like the looks on your faces” You heard him say.

I don’t want to die. You repeated as you picked up your pace to catch up to Hitch at the entrance of the plaza.

“What took you so long?” she asked when you finally joined her.

“I hereby welcome you all to the Survey Corps!”

You heard Erwin Smith’s voice, now nothing more than a faint sound blending with the rustling leaves and getting carried away by the wind, as you and Hitch made your way back to the barracks.

“Did you hear almost all the top students joined the Survey Corps last night?” Hitch sounded particularly excited and jolly that morning. A huge smile plastered on her face.

“Did they?” You didn’t want to let yourself get too hopeful. But Hitch’s enthusiasm was contagious.

“Yep! And you know what that means right?” Your roommate gave you a cheeky grin “There might be a spot left for us at the MP after all!”

You were sure there most certainly was a spot for Hitch. But for you, that was a whole different story. You were no Mikasa. You were no Reiner. And given the fact that your physical capabilities were pretty average, even a little below that on bad days, you were certain you weren’t even in the top 20.

“Jeez. Woman, please look excited! We are set for life!”

She is set for life. “I’m not sure I’ll make the cut. It was the physical aptitude test-”

“Who cares? To hell with that test. What would you need stamina for inside Wall Sina anyway? I heard they don’t even use ODM in the MP. In our first year, maybe we’ll have to run after one of those random idiots who steal papayas from the street stalls, but I’m sure we can manage that much”

You laughed at the thought “You catch him. I’ll write the report”

“Deal!” she said “but once we climb up the ranks…” her eyes lit up with ambition as a result of whatever was going through her head. And you could tell she was plotting something questionable. But before you could start prying she added “Plus you did well everywhere else.”

She was right. While your physical performance wasn’t necessarily stellar, your academics were very good. As an overthinker, often worrying too much about too many, you overstudied for tests like no one in your class did, and your efforts often resulted in excellent marks.

“You’re right. Everyone save Shadis left something nice in my report card. Nothing personal, I’m sure”

Hitch nodded enthusiastically, clearly satisfied with herself because her words were having the effect she intended. And they really were, your head was starting to pitch more and more ideas to support the possibility that maybe, just maybe, you would be able to join the Military Police.

“You know what? You’re right, Hitch. We’ll join the MP and we’ll be on our way to the capital tomorrow.”

Wrong. Later that day, as you held the application paper in one hand, fountain pen in the other, you couldn’t help but snort when imagining how foolish you must have looked that morning, believing you would be back home as a member of the MP brigade. But there was no use in reminiscing now. You needed to focus and make the second best choice.

But focus for what? The only available options for you were the Garrison and the Survey Corps. And the choice was plain and obvious, wasn’t it? The Garrison wasn’t cool or anything but it was safe. Except, of course, for that incident from a couple of weeks ago, when that random titan showed up again, and tried to obliterate Trost District. Luckily for you, however, you had been assigned to assist with the relocation of the citizens once they entered Wall Rose, so you didn’t even have to see any titan at all. That had been a rare occurrence. And with the Survey Corps, the chances of survival were significantly lower. Zero for someone with your physical capabilities.

Are you willing to die if I ordered to?

Erwin Smith’s words from the night before showed up uninvited.

Those who make it through that hell will become superior soldiers, capable of surviving anything.

You could hear his solemn voice loud and clear, even one day later.

I like the look on your face.

Your hand now hovered dangerously over the ‘Survey Corps’ box, centuries worth of handed-down survival instincts forgotten in the blink of an eye.

I don’t want to die.

Your brain repeated as a last resort, right before the ink found the paper.

I don’t want to die.

Now it sounded like a complain more than a petition.

I hereby welcome you to the Survey Corps.

You heard him say, somewhere inside your head, as you turned in your application and walked away.

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riewritten · 7 months

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YOU CAN LOVE ME EVEN MORE TONIGHT

ERWIN SMITH X FEM!READER

TAGS: porn without plot, masturbation, overstimulation, oral sex (m!receiving), creampie, body worship, multiple orgasms, bodily fluids, also my usual referenced noncon where erwin helps you overcome it, then you rewarding him for serving you with reverence, and idk just rie's usual filthy smut i think

WORDS: 2.1k

REMARKS: HAPEE BIRTHDAY ERWIN. to celebrate, this is a smut spoiling him rotten.

Your muscles are tingling, eyes lurking everywhere but him. Erwin senses your worry; hence, he holds your hand in comfort. "You okay? Oh no, you're sweating too much."

"I think it's one of the days again…"

You don't need to expound. Erwin knows well what it is about. You apologetically look at him, guilt riddling your nerves because of something you can't control.

"I wouldn't mind. Stop flashing that guilty look at me." Despite the firm command, his smile is warm and understanding. "What limits do I have in touching you for now? Are you comfortable with me holding your hand at least?"

When you were still new in the relationship, you always cried when awoken with a body that cringes at the thought of physical intimacy. Erwin told you that it wasn't your fault in any way. That healing isn't linear. You messily wept about how afraid you are that this could ruin your relationship as Erwin's fond of the said intimacy. Still, he told you not to undermine his capacity to understand you. It was a strict reminder, perhaps an order, but the way his smile could still be oh-so warm and understanding amidst would always be a wonder. Thanks to that, you eventually got accustomed to it.

"I think the best we could go for now is cheek kisses…? Hehe."

"Sounds great," he goes on to do just that. "What great progress you've made there," then calls your name in a slight tease, "you're now able to pinpoint your limits without crying."

"Yeah, your lectures bore fruit, I'd say.

"Heh, as it should. You're a bit hard-headed, after all."

Erwin returns your honesty by speaking his limits, too. You still lie together in bed at night. Still, when the cuddles unintentionally arouse him, he'd call for a break, albeit in slight guilt. You would nod in consideration, thankful that he is trying his best as much as you are. Then he quips again to commend you for not letting the guilt bawl your eyes out. He is proud, rightfully so, because he is well aware of how much it took you to be that comfortable, how much chaos it took to be this tranquil, and most especially, of unlearning the tendency to be frustrated at something you couldn't control.

Slowly but surely, as weeks passed, you could ground yourself again in your safe space. That space solidifies when Erwin gives you a chaste peck as you wash the dishes. You halt to grab him by the collar, soap staining his clothes along the way, but he doesn't mind at all. After all, he has a more significant concern: you finally kissed him again passionately. After three weeks of holding it in, his lips are on you again; his tongue is savoring your warmth again.

He holds your cheeks tight and hums in arousal, "You sure have a way of surprising me."

"I'm surprised, too. Remember the first time this happened to us, and I couldn't kiss you for two months?"

"Are you sure you're okay now, though?"

You nodded, "Let's try to settle with kisses for now."

"Mhm-hm," he cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead. "Such a strong girl for me."

You're not the only one being strong here, though—that's what you affirmed when you woke up in the middle of the night and noticed Erwin breathing heavily.

His hands are clasped to yours, and you can hear him moan your name repeatedly. At first, you thought he was sick but quickly noticed the synchronized up and down movements marking the blanket.

Erwin is touching himself.

You're not even hugging each other—it seems like he scooted you away from him before starting the act—all he settled for is holding your hand.

You hurry on top and engulf him in a kiss to inform him of your consciousness. Erwin squirms in surprise, but instead, you order, "Continue touching yourself, my love."

Erwin takes a while to process the situation, then shyly asks, "Are you sure?"

"Mhm-hm, please—" you whisper, then pepper his face with wet kisses. Lips then slide to his ear; you give it a smooth lick before begging, "Let me hear you."

The gesture sent a tremendous jolt over Erwin's body. You know his ears are pretty sensitive, and you only take advantage of it when you really want him to do something.

"Yes—hah—yes, love," he babbles, the jerking of his hand starts to produce a slick noise. Perhaps his pre-lubricated dick helped bring him a blissful release. You continue kissing him while on it; moans escape as you feel him messily biting your lower lip.

"You'd let me taste, wouldn't you?"

"D-do you—ah—do you want to—"

"I wouldn't ask if I don't."

As languid as ever, you slide your hands down below and join his hand in bobbing up and down his dick. He whimpers, and somehow, the sight of your composed, level-headed man whimpering helplessly underneath you exudes blissful shudders. Oh, to be loved by him. To be foolishly and utterly loved by someone like him.

"Just want—oh fuck—just want to make sure." Indeed he did because after your assurance, he grips a fistful of your hair and then guides you down to his protuberance. The gentleness of his hold says a lot about how your moment below him would go. The gentle touches are the least he could do to compensate for how hard he'd claim your mouth afterward. He couldn't control himself. Erwin, who has always been the epitome of control, could not embody such pride when faced with matters concerning your lovely mouth.

Your eyes widen, and tears build up on the tip of your eyes as soon as Erwin arches his back and spurts his cum deep down your throat. And even after he let it all out, he did not let go of your head. He trapped your mouth in his confines, ensuring you wouldn't waste a single drop because that's what you want. Erwin, honestly, would feel a bit shy if not for your persistence and enthusiasm. Anyone would think that pampering him like this, drinking all of him so lovingly, and more would be because you're under him, serving him with all you have.

But, as a matter of fact, Erwin is the one serving you. He likes everything you want to do, everything you want to explore. Hell, once you ask him for a child, he'd spend the whole night cumming inside you until you couldn't anymore and he's all spent and dry—messed up to his very core because that's what you want.

Erwin almost laughed at his thoughts; it was evident by the way he didn't let go of your mouth even after his dick softened. Instead, he bobbed your head up and down his limp cock, pumping every last of his fluid that might be left of him. You deserve it, after all. Earn your hard work. Swallow every drop. Have him by your mouth as earnestly as he would offer his life for you.

A month later, as if to reward him, you prepared a small gift.

"Come here, love," you speak from behind as soon as he enters the room, your back facing him.

Despite the bathrobe clad around your body, Erwin could notice the transparent cloth underneath. He had never seen this attire before. "You bought that?" he quips as he walks nearer, "That's quite a daring attire. Are you planning to get back at me for touching myself while you were sleeping?"

"Tsk, stop talking too much and sit in front of me," you glare, beckoning him to the soft cushion at the bedside.

Erwin senses your nervousness so he asks, "What's the matter?" but when he finally follows your command, his jaw almost drops. "Oh. Oh my word."

The anxiousness becomes even more apparent, quite unfitting for the promiscuous lingerie you were wearing, "Please tell me I don't look weird."

"I—" Erwin looks away with a chuckle. It wrapped your figure so, so well that Erwin couldn't find the words to express it. "Y-you're—"

"I am about to cry," you hitched in a panic, "I knew this was a bad idea!"

"No, no—" Erwin kneels to your level to clarify, only to no avail because he's still too awed to speak. However, with his eyes twinkling, you realize he might've loved it. A bit too much for your good, even. "You did this for me?"

You nodded, confidence slightly rising upon his enthrallment. "You seem so stressed lately so I figured to give you something pleasant to look at."

"Well, I quickly forgot what that might be." Erwin's fingers slide to the bra strap, linger towards your chest, flick the nipple that can be seen through the material, then watch your reaction—how you close your eyes, bite your lips, and tighten your hand on his wrist to encourage him more. "How gorgeous, your makeup matches well with the garment."

"For you, yes—mhm—just for you."

"Yeah," he chuckles in between, "my lovely, lovely girl, all dolled up for me."

He holds onto your shoulders and pushes you down the bed, then hovers on top with a thrilled look. Apparently, your outfit accentuates more when you're lying on the satin sheets. Did the fashion designers really craft it the way it'd look so pleasing when plastered on the bed?

His lips follow the traces of your neck, his favorite spot to nibble and mark, and he couldn't help but close his eyes at the lingering scent there. You, indeed, went all the way. The makeup, attire, the perfume. Oh, what did he do that made you prepare this? He must take note of it so he can do it again.

And so he gives you everything. Months of pent-up desire really did make him go all the way as if to reward you for doing the same. Noises fill the room and eventually reek of sex. Erwin didn't stop; he couldn't stop even if he wanted to take a break. The fashion designer must've crafted it the way it'd look so pleasing when the one wearing it looks so ruined from too much love. The lingerie ribbon eventually fell out, and your breasts went along with the bouncing of his cock going in and out, in and out, in and out, until you squirted all over his cock. Even so, he milked you dry. He kept thrusting over and over again, not bothered by his loud moans.

God, again and again, it's rare for Erwin Smith to lose his cool. If this stern man would be exposed as a sucker for his lovely girl, you could be used against him and he'd have no choice but to submit. It's that bad.

"I—ah—huh—" you babble, earning a husky chuckle from your man.

He cups your cheeks to ask why, a few drops of sweat dripping along the way, and oh, on everyday occurrences, you'd deem it disgusting, but tonight you want all of his tied to you. His sweat, his cum, his dick, his smile, his—

"Fuck," Erwin rasps, "you're clenching. Is this intentional, huh? Y'know I'm gonna cum? Want my cum inside?"

"Yes—fuck yes, yes, yes. Inside!"

That was the last straw of Erwin's control. He spoke of incoherent praises, unaware that it couldn't be understood anymore. When he raised your hips and brought your knees atop his shoulders, you huffed loudly and squirted again.

"D-don't pull out. K-keep—hah fuck, it's overstimulating—it inside," you cried. Even if it started to sting a bit, you did nothing but open your legs more and close your eyes to feel him.

"Mhm-hm, my love. Just a few more. Take a few more. You'll be a good lady for me and milk me dry, yeah?"

"I-I will!" you exclaimed, opening your legs wider. When you saw Erwin's eyes tightly closing and his mouth forming the shape of O, the next thing you felt was him spurting his cum inside you.

"Ah, hah, there you go. Fuck, take it—" Erwin thrusts, "fucking, hah—" he thrusts again, "fucking take it. God—" then thrusts for the last time until he drops his heavy body on top of you. You squeaked in surprise (and honestly, in slight pain), but Erwin just laughed and started nibbling again on his favorite spot on your neck.

You supposed the pillow talk is next, and perhaps after a few minutes, he'd be ready to go again—it's always been that way. However, just as you're surprisingly dolled up tonight, Erwin is surprisingly unconscious, too. His breathing is steady again, his heartbeat mellow. Even if you couldn't breathe properly due to his weight, you didn't bother removing yourself from his constraints.

You giggled, combed his soft blonde hair, heard him unconsciously hum in delight at the sensation, and you drifted to sleep not long after.

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