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arteastica · 2 months

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

erwin x fem!reader

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

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

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

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: 6.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like you knew your parents were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And about Jean, perhaps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No. Not probably.

He definitely did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ackrmvvn-levi · 1 year

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Take me home || E.S.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: I don’t think there are any??

Look, let’s just all pretend he’s still alive, because god damn it I miss him 😭😭

It’d been 4 years since Erwin had seen you last. He’d barely managed to survive the battle of Shinganshina, but it felt like a part of him had died when you never returned. They never even found your body among the wreckage, they’d searched for days, coming up empty handed each time.

There was nothing left for him to do but assume the worst had happened.

He’d dealt with loss before, being in the scouts, that much was a given. But grief had never taken such a hold on him, leaving him feeling hollow and broken down, unable to think about anything other than you. Every day was hard, every minute felt like an endless abyss waiting to swallow him whole. His dreams were nightmares more often than not, waking from them in fits of shivering cold sweat. It was only by sheer luck he didn’t lose his mind entirely.

He couldn’t have known that across the large body of water, you were alive.

They’d held you captive, only allowing you a semblance of freedom when you agreed to listen to their side of the violence.

But you’d done what you could to make your situation less dire, the Marleyans were surprised when you didn’t try to flee after that.

You learned the secrets of the titans, you’d learned why the Marleyans thought of your people as devils. You’d done everything you could to convince them you believed in their cause, just to stay alive.

You hoped to be able to return home, begging to whatever higher power there was that Erwin was still alive, waiting for you to return to him.

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Your eyes grazed over the various fruits the merchant was selling, picking out different ones before moving to start your way to your so-called home.

The familiar voice almost slipped your attention at first, but as the yelling became more prominent, you froze.

You slowly looked towards where the voice had come from, eyes wide in disbelief at the scene in front of you.

Sasha, Connie, and Jean were each holding an ice cream cone, yelling praises for the sweet treat at each other.

You would’ve laughed at how ridiculous the whole situation seemed had your heart not began pounding within your chest. Your breath had caught somewhere in your throat, and you stared dumbfounded at your three old friends who hadn’t noticed you.

You began urgently looking throughout the crowd, desperately looking for anymore familiar faces. Anybody you could call a friend. Anyone who knew you.

You noticed Levi and Hange next, their gazes locked on the three overgrown children, still yelling at each other. Hange had a smile on her lips, chatting to a bored-looking Levi quietly.

You wanted nothing more than to run over to them, to you comrades, but they weren’t supposed to be here. Drawing unnecessary attention to the outsiders would only cause all of you trouble.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the pair, only when a third figure stepped up next to Hange did your focus change.

Your heart felt like it nearly stopped, a pair of blue eyes already locked on your figure when you looked at the man.

Erwin stood with his hands casually tucked into his pockets as his eyes bored into your own. The two of you didn’t move for what fell like forever, staring at one another in silence.

You wondered if he realized it was you he was looking at.

You snapped out of your daze when he took a step in your direction, quickly freezing when you shook your head frantically. He paused, eyebrows furrowing slightly as confusion swirled around in his eyes.

You quickly looked around, noticing no guards, no warriors, no one who would be able to recognize the group of scouts, but you couldn’t be too careful.

Your eyes met the familiar pair again, slightly jerking your head to the alley you knew was a few feet behind you, praying he got the message to follow you into the corridor.

The second you saw Erwin nod to you, you turned and began quickly making your way there, brushing through groups of people unapologetically. You could practically feel your hair standing on end, goosebumps rising across your flesh as you hurried along the dark corridor, only turning around at the sound of footsteps behind you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words died in your throat. He was still as handsome as you remembered, the same blue eyes still shone with intelligence and kindness. He was out of his scout uniform, a suit hugging his body, a welcome change from his usual wardrobe.

His steps were slow, as though wary of startling you. When he stopped in front of you, his hand reached up, landing on your cheek gently. You nearly sobbed on the spot, not realizing how much you still craved his touch until that moment.

“Tell me you being here doesn’t mean what I think it does.” His voice was quiet, pleading. You could tell he wasn’t sure what to think or feel, and you understood that this would be difficult for him to accept.

“No, no, of course not. They took me, Erwin. I did what I had to do to survive,” You assured, taking a step closer towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

He leaned into your embrace, squeezing his eyes closed as he breathed deeply and steadily against your shoulder. “God, I thought I lost you for good,” he spoke, holding you against him like you’d disappear if he loosened his grip any.

“Never,” you replied fiercely, pulling back to look him straight in the eye. You smiled sadly when you saw tears gathering on his face. You cupped his cheeks delicately, wiping them away. He pressed his lips against yours softly, letting out a deep sigh as you kissed him back.

He was the first to pull away, your hands still gripping his face as his landed on your hips. His eyes bored into yours, blue irises filled with adoration.

“You’re still so beautiful,” he whispered, warm breath fanning over your red-tinted cheeks. “I’ve missed you so much, darling. Everyday of the last 4 years.”

You felt tears stinging in your eyes, but they were happy tears this time, relief washing through you to see him finally in front of you. The weight of four years was beginning to fade away. You could breathe normally now, knowing he’d made it out alive.

“You can come back with us, right? We’ll sneak you onto the ship,” he suggested, pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t know if I can go back to living without you knowing that you’re alive.”

Your smile grew at his words, pulling his lips back down into a kiss, pouring all your love for the tall blonde into it. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, cradling you close as you melted into the warmth radiating off his body.

“Yes, please. Get me out of here,” you spoke after pulling away, leaning your foreheads back together lightly. “Take me home.”

“You have to do something for me though,” he replied, a small chuckle leaving his lips at the confusion that flashed across your features.

“Of course, what is it?”

“Marry me. The second we get home.”

A small gasp left your lips, your heart swelling with joy and happiness at those words.

“You want to marry me?” You asked incredulously, unable to help the broad grin spreading across your features as you threw yourself into his arms once again, giggling into his shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, peppering gentle kisses across your forehead.

“I’ve been waiting 4 years to ask you that. Of course I want to,” he answered happily, tightening his grip on you, burying his face into your hair and breathing deeply.

You nodded your head quickly, feeling completely overwhelmed by the emotions running rampant in your chest.

“Yes, Erwin. Please, take me home and make me your wife,” you spoke, feeling tears threatening to fall from your eyes. He chuckled lowly, bringing a finger under your chin to tilt your head up towards him as he connected our lips for yet another kiss.

He was kissing you with everything that he held inside, everything that you had missed over the past years. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, how much he was always going to love you.

You felt safe, secure, loved, and cherished. And in that moment, the world could crumble around you and you wouldn’t care, not while Erwin had you wrapped in his arms and was the reason for every emotion coursing through your veins.

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ilylovelyz · 10 months

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cigarettes after sex

pair : erwin x fem!reader

warning(s): mentions of sex, casual nudity, cigarettes, ass slapping/squeezing, kissing, just love, reader kinda forces her smoke down erwin's throat?? 😭

a soft content sigh leaves your mouth as your lover brings down a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the bed.

its the morning after. you love the mornings after you have the most sweat-inducing, steamy, sex, because it's always followed by the cuddling, gentle and loving kisses.

you're fully naked, finding comfort in his white cotton blanket wrapped around your body. you don't feel the need to put on any clothes yet, as it's both of your days off. you'll probably end up becoming naked again at his hands.

you watch as erwin walks into the bathroom thats attached to his room, turning on the sink's water faucet to cleanse his face. he's wearing his boxers, but you can't help but cat call and whistle at his ass. "nice ass, sexy," you tease.

he smirks at your calls. he knows you're actually trying to provoke him so he can tease you back instead. you watch his mighty back muscles tense and flex as he leans down to splash some water onto his face, backbones poking out, adorned by red, slightly irritated scratch marks. "man i fucked you up.." you giggled.

he stood straight again, turning off the faucet before grabbing the hand towel closet sitting on the faucet counter, ignoring the droplets that were running down to his chest, instead wiping his face with the cotton towel before discarding it. he turns his back to the mirror stationed onto the wall, taking detail of the scratches on his back. in the midst of that, he noticed you pulling out a cigar, lighting it, and then placing it into your mouth.

he didn't seem to be bothered by them, rather just concerned if his comrades would see them. he walked back into the bedroom, running his hand through his blonde locks. you watched him walk back to you, inhaling as he got closer. "you know i don't like that, y/n." he quietly said, the strong oder of burnt tobacco finally setting in.

you exhaled as a subtle, rebellious reply. "life is short," you said sitting up, ignoring the way your blanket fell, exposing your body all the way down to your navel. "you are so open for anything except for a cigarette."

displeased with your whining, he gently grabbed the cigarette from you, setting it on the ashtray on the drawer nearby. turning back to you, he sighed, leaning down to your frame. "no cigarettes." he mumbled, taking your jaw into his hand and leaning in for a gentle kiss.

you deepened the kiss, exhaling the rest of the smoke into his mouth. you smirked when he pulled away, roughly smacking your ass before squeezing it. "you're going to be the death of me." he sighed.

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esmedelacroix · 5 months

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29 days til' Christmas

decorating the christmas tree with erwin smith and your daughter ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Erwin had insisted on starting holiday decorations after Thanksgiving. This is what brought you here the literal morning after Thanksgiving hauling all of the decorations out of the storage with little Anna. If it was up to you, the tree would've been up by the first of November. If there was one thing that Anna got from you, it was your love for the holidays.

The tree that you had chosen as a family, the weekend prior, was delivered to your doorstep and brought inside. Anna chose this year's Christmas color theme; red and gold. She added the tree skirt and you were ready to get started.

You put the lights up and let Anna plug them in. They illuminated beautifully even with the sunlight pouring into the room. The two of you squealed in excitement as you opened the ornament box.

Anna started putting the red ornaments on the tree, scattering them so when you put the gold they would all be in order. While the two of you were decorating the tree, you heard heavy footsteps walking down the stairs. You turned your head towards the stairs to see Erwin wiping the sleep out of his eyes. "Papa! You're awake! Look what me and mommy are doing!" Anna exclaimed, running to him and giving him a hug. Erwin picked her up and walked over to you giving you a smooch.

"Ew guys," Anna said giving you both dirty looks

"Aw do you want a kiss too?" you teased. You shared a look with Erwin before showering Anna with kisses. She acted like she hated it but you knew she loved the affection. She was very sassy for a 4-year-old, but she was a softie at heart.

"I see you girls already got started with the decorations," he said admiring your work.

"Yeah, I'm sorry babe we just couldn’t wait," you chirped, showing him the parts Anna decorated.

Erwin put Anna down and looked through a box. "Hey maybe we can put some of these ornaments on the tree, they belonged to my great-great-great grandmother, it's a family heirloom of sorts," he explained. You rushed over to peek into the box he was holding with Anna. In it lay six of the most beautiful vintage gold and red ornaments.

They were shaped and designed like cupolas on top of Russian Orthodox churches. They were round and pointed at the ends like an onion, They had swirled strips, checkered designs, and spiked ones. "Oh my god, baby these are perfect, I love them!" you exclaimed and you hugged him.

"Anna darling, you want to put these up?" you asked as you picked one up and handed it to her.

She happily placed the ornaments on the tree handling the ornaments with delicacy and care. "I'm gonna get breakfast started while you girls finish up with the tree," Erwin said, giving you a quick kiss.

"Thank you, baby," you hummed while you helped Anna get the higher spots on the tree.

Once the two of you finished putting all the ornaments on the tree and breakfast smelled just about ready, you called Erwin for the final part. "Daddy, we want you to put the star up," Anna exclaimed, holding the star up to him.

"Alright pumpkin," he said, patting her head. He barely had to try because he was so tall; once he placed the star atop the tree and plugged it in, the tree was complete.

"Oooh, it looks so good!" Anna squeals, jumping up and down.

"It was a job well done, sweetheart," You said, hugging her.

"Now it's time for you ladies to come to the kitchen, and eat some breakfast, you've been working so hard, let's replenish your energy," Erwin said while ushering the two of you into the kitchen.

The two of you ate like you never have before. Erwin watched you feeling nothing but happiness overflowing in his heart. Erwin loved to spoil his beautiful girls and join them in whatever crazy adventure they embarked on. He felt as though he was made to love the two of you and would do anything for you. Even if it meant, waking up early in the morning to the sound of his girls squealing(probably over the Christmas tree arriving)and going down to help out and make breakfast.

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piichuu · 9 months

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♡ MAKING HIM A BRACELET - ERWIN SMITH

gn!reader, fluff

WORD COUNT: 595

AUGUST DRABBLES

you’re wearing a frown on your face as you’re paying all your attention to the pearls you are currently putting on a small string. it is to be given to your boyfriend some time in the future, you still haven’t decided when but possibly as a gift after a new mission.

he is often away to do paperwork, talk to some higher ups or away for a dangerous mission. luckily he’s only talking to the higher ups today, so there is no need to worry for the commander of the survey corps. he’s at least one hour late but that isn’t unusual. you’ve already made dinner and put it in the fridge for the two of you to eat when he finally comes home.

you keep trying to make the bracelet look as well made as possible. throughout the years, you’ve learned how big his wrist is due to some other bracelets you’ve made for him, so this shouldn’t be as difficult as it feels. you want it to be perfect for him even if it’s just a simple accessory.

the bracelet is taking up all of your attention, so much that you don’t even notice the sound of the front door opening and closing. erwin smith has finally come home.

he hangs up his coat on one of the hangers and puts his shoes together with the many pairs you own before making his way into the living room where you’re sitting on the floor. a smile spreads over his lips when seeing that you’ve taken out a little box with different pearls and strings, immediately knowing what you’re up to.

“i’m home darling,” he finally announces and you stop in your tracks, looking up towards him before looking back down at the now finished bracelet in your hands. this was supposed to be a surprise, but he might have already understood that you’re making it for him.

erwin keeps flashing you a sweet smile before he sits down next to you and kisses your cheek. “is it for me?” he questions while one of his hands goes to brush through the soft strands of your hair. you sigh and lean into his touch before speaking. “it was gonna be a surprise after your next mission,” you mumble and he tilts his head to the side, wanting you to face him.

“i’m sorry for ruining the surprise,” he says as you look back at him. “it’s pretty, you haven’t given me a blue bracelet before.”

you finally reflect his smile. “it’s supposed to match your eyes,” he kisses your forehead lightly before putting his arm out for you to put the bracelet on his wrist. he’s already wearing some of those that you’ve given him earlier during the relationship, he never seems to take them off.

“thank you, darling,” he pulls you into a hug and helps you get onto his lap so the two of you can be closer to one another. “i’m very thankful for everything you do for me, whether it’s making bracelets or helping me out with paperwork.”

you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as you can feel him relaxing against your touch. he’s finally home and will be able to stay at least for the night which is something to be thankful for, sometimes he doesn’t even get to do that. “i’ve made dinner,” you whisper and erwin cups your cheeks before he can lean in to press a sweet kiss to your cheeks. “i love you, thank your for doing all that for me.”

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riewritten · 1 year

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SUGGESTIVE CONTENT AHEAD.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you even listening?"

"I am."

"What did I say?"

"Uh... the egg was burnt?"

"And?"

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

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

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

"What's with your lap?"

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

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

Well, he doesn't seem to be annoyed.

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

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

“Yeah, I am.”

“Why are you not grumpy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Heh. Glad you asked."

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Can I request Erwin x wife reader canon AU where he returns home after the Mission where they met the Beast Titan ( yeah he returned alive ) . His wife isn't in military but she is a business woman and she had gone to another town for work when Erwin also left for mission. While she is returning back in evening there r rumours that Erwin is dead and reader gets worried very much to such an extent that she cries in her bedroom holding Erwin 's clothes praying he is alive. Erwin returns late night with good news and he finds reader awake with puffy eyes and pale face wearing only his shirt on her desk with her documents but she is crying. Reader sees Erwin and tackles him into a hug on the floor and Erwin comforts her. They take a bath together where reader pampers him and then they make love to each other in bed ( Erwin has a prosthetic arm here)

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Pairing: Erwin x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Married, canon AU, romance, angst, emotional, hurt Erwin, comfort, fluff, suggestive themes.

Concept: After returning home from a business trip you discover that your husband isn't home yet and people are spreading rumours that Erwin died in battle while facing the Beast Titan. Alone with your thoughts and a house full of your husband's things, you began your grieving process. While accepting the loss of your husband you get a surprise. Erwin comes homes.

Your mind and body ached as you climbed out of your carriage and went inside the local shop. You released a long yawn and collected a few bits you knew Erwin would love. You'd been away for a couple of days and you missed your husband.

"It was a massacre."

"I heard that too. I'm not surprised. The scouts keep letting us down."

"Commander Smith is a joke."

"Mm, I agree. He's made a mess of the scouts. Part of me thinks he enjoys killing people."

"Thank the walls he died out there, hopefully whoever takes over will fix the scouts."

Your eyes widened at the two people gossiping. You dropped your things causing them to look over at you. You moved your gaze over to them and saw how white they looked as they felt embarrassed. You welled up as they hurried away from you and mumbled sorries.

You heard a muffled voice as your ears started ringing. Your vision blurred as your heart dropped in your chest. You started shaking as fear and panic set in. You didn't know what you were going to do if Erwin was lost to you.

"Ma'am?"

You flinched at the shop owner's touch and voice. "Y-yes?"

He smiled softly. "I'll give you a reduction. Get yourself home and remember, it is just gossip."

You picked up your things and hummed. "Y-Yes, gossip..." You hugged your bag close as you paid for everything. "Thank you." You bowed to the man before hurrying away. You crossed the street and moved through the town a little before reaching your home.

You locked the door and carried out your usual routine. You went into autopilot because your heart and head couldn't handle the thought that Erwin might be dead. You went so far into the zone that when you returned to your thoughts you realised that you'd put two drinks out and two plates of food.

You gazed at Erwin's usual spot at your side. Erwin always loved being as close to you as possible, so there was this emptiness and coldness now he was gone. All you did was stare at his spot and not touch your food. You were trying to will Erwin into existence.

You clenched your fist tightly as a lump expanded in your throat. Your sight became cloudly as your wish was not granted. You stood up with such force that your chair screamed out. You glared at Erwin's spot and felt angry. You felt betrayed by him because of the promises of love he had made.

You turned on your heels and stormed into your bedroom to see how Erwin had left the bed before going on his mission. You clutched your chest at seeing your night dress and pillow close to his side of the bed, meaning the last thought in your husband's sweet head before leaving for his fatal mission, were you.

Before your mind caught up with you, you'd dropped to your knees. You screamed in agony knowing you'd never hear Erwin chuckle again, see him smile, feel his strong hands, or hear his sweet moans. You knew very well that you would never marry again. You would never be with another man because your heart belonged to Erwin Smith.

You cried on the floor until you felt like vomiting. You hurried to the bathroom and dry-heaved for a while before you were too exhausted. You sat on the floor for a while and just stared out at the room, but your eyes wouldn't focus. You were void of life or light.

You stumbled to Erwin's wardrobe and pulled out a shirt of his. You pressed it against your face and inhaled deeply. You closed your eyes and smiled at his soothing scent. You hummed a laugh as memories fluttered through your head. You wanted Erwin to be home in your arms. You wanted to protect him. Erwin had been hurt so much recently and you just needed him with you.

You slowly dragged your clothes off and pulled on Erwin's shirt. You stumbled to your office and plopped down in your seat. You stared at the papers all over your desk and felt no drive or passion to work. Without Erwin, you had lost all drive and inspiration.

"Sweetheart?"

You snapped your head over to look at the door. Your tired eyes widened as you took in your husband with a wooden right arm.

Erwin took a step closer. "My love, are you okay? You've been crying."

You raced over to Erwin and dove into his arms. "Erwin!"

Erwin stumbled back a little. "I'm here."

You clung to his back as you rubbed your face against his big pecs. "People said you died!"

"You thought I was dead?"

"Yes!"

He rubbed your back slowly. "I'm sorry. It was bad, but I pulled through it all. We've been through a lot, huh? I got my arm bitten off, then I was jailed and beaten and after all that I ran off into battle." He sighed and kissed your forehead. "I got so consumed with the idea of what was in the basement and beyond the walls, I lost sight of what I had." He released a long sigh. "I just want a better life for you."

You rubbed your tears away. "I have the perfect life with you. I don't want to change a single thing."

Erwin cupped your face with one hand. "And I have come to see that I'm the same as you. I don't want to change a thing now." He captured your lips in a passionate kiss. "I'm done with the scouts. I'm too hurt and I want to focus all my attention on the woman of my dreams."

You giggled. "Oh, you."

"I would love to snuggle, but I am rather ripe right now and need to clean."

You gasped and grabbed his bag. "I'll help!" You dropped his bag on a seat before rushing over to him and grabbing his hand. "This way!"

Erwin chuckled as he stumbled after you. "You're adorable, you know?"

You gazed back at him. "I want to spoil my husband. I thought you died today, so I want to remind myself that you are here and alive."

Erwin smiled as you made a hot bath for him. He let you take off his fake arm and then peel his clothes off. He sighed as he felt relief at everything being taken off. He felt pretty gross after everything he'd been through. He had been so very close to death, but luckily all rocks thrown by the beast had missed him.

He moaned when you helped him into the bath and he sank down into the water. He closed his eyes as you used a sponge to clean every inch of him. He hummed a laugh as you scrubbed his hair of all the mess within it before rinsing.

He opened his eyes and gazed at you with all the love in his heart. He reached over and caressed your cheek. "Join me."

You pouted a little. "I would, but you need to relax."

"I would relax better if you were in here with me."

You huffed. "Okay."

Erwin smirked as you took off his shirt and then underwear. He reached over and ran his big hand over your plump bum. "I missed this body of yours."

You climbed into the bath as you smiled. "Well, this body missed yours."

He opened his arms. "Come here."

You shifted over before laying in his arms. "I'm so glad the rumours weren't true. I'm glad you're back with me."

Erwin squeezed you with his one arm. "Me too. You know, you were always on my mind out there."

You closed your eyes and listened to the beating of his heart. "I always thought of you."

He purred at you. "I love you."

You leaned up and kissed him. "I love you too."

"I am looking forward to tonight. I'm going to bury myself deep inside you. I'm going to move slowly and passionately. I want to remind you that I'm alive and just how much I love you."

You blushed a little as your mind raced. You shifted and straddled your man and felt something long getting hard between your thighs. You smiled softly as you played with his wet hair. "I will do the same. I want you to know how deeply I love you and how I'm not going anywhere." You crashed your lips against Erwin's. "My sweet husband."

"My darling wife."

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jubilee40 · 3 months

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New Work In Progress

This WIP list isn't in any particular order, these are just requests and ideas I feel confident in writing and posting right now

WIP List:

Kinktober

Domestic Life Series: Papa Nanami x Mama Reader (Request)

Pros & Cons of Dating JJK Men HC Part 2 (Request)

Pegged Sub Gojo x Wife Reader (Request)

Jealous Levi Ackerman x Girlfriend Reader (Request)

Prison Boyfriend/PenPal JKK or Tokyo Revengers x Girlfriend (Oneshot or Series Idea)

Jealous Smut Eren Jaeger Stepbrother x Step-sister (Dark Content Request)

Cheating/Break-Up or Death No Character In Particular (Request)

Haikyuu Iwa x Baker Girlfriend Reader (Request)

Domestic Life Series: Husband Levi Ackerman x Pregnant Wife Reader (Request)

Ryusui Villa Getaway HC (Request)

Domestic Life Series: Husband/Father Erwin Smith (Request)

Husband Kento Nanami x Housewife Reader (Idea)

S/O Death Prank Part 2 W/ Deku (Request)

Mechanic Husband Reiner Braun x Wife Reader (Idea)

Tokyo Revengers TikTok Prank (Ideas)

Dr Stone x Female Reader (Requests)

One Piece Male Character HCs (Ideas)

*I tried to have this list have fluff, smut, angst, and dark content.*

If you like one of my ideas and want to add to it, let me know in my ask box. I always love to hear back from my followers!

Masterlist

Characters I Write Pt. 2

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 5 months

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boyfriend erwin smith headcanons

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

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

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

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

- makes some mean chocolate chip pancakes

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

- would definitely take pictures in matching sweaters for christmas cards

- will always zip up your dress or help fasten jewelry

- so enjoys barnes n nobles

- uses a ungodly amount of hairgel

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

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

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

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ivxxivi · 6 days

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Gambling with Lives

Erwin x Reader, fluff & sfw

After a massive expedition beyond the walls, here you were, horrified by the many fatalities of soldiers led by your one and only Commander, Erwin Smith. He was recognized for his desire and fortitude to sacrifice anything in order to gain victory or earn a minor benefit to mankind. That was what made him stand out till he was chosen as the Commander of the Survey Corps.

As a result, you are now with him on the rooftop of the Utgard Castle, with the moon serving as the only light source around the two of you. "Don't you think it's uttely unfair? Leading others to their own death well aware that they still have dreams ahead of them?" You raised your voice. Erwin had his back facing you, relishing the beautiful night.

"Why won't you just let me sacrifice myself then? I have been here too long in the Survey Corps, I must've at least accomplish something already."

Finally, Erwin turned to you and asked, "Have you seen me sacrifice a valuable soldier like you? People as strong as Levi?" His hands were intertwined behind him. Keeping his stance composed. "Is that how you view our other comrades? Weaklings? Humans that you can just simply use as bait? How bold of you."

Emotions were washing over you. You cared about your comrades as much as you did for Erwin himself. No, you weren't furious, you were more concerned about the image Erwin was making of himself among the public as well.

Slowly, he began making his way towards you, "You know, it's also crucial to keep yourself in check of your feelings. In order to achieve something, you must pay attention to logic and reasoning as well." He took single steps per word before you were face-to-face with him, despite the fact that he was much taller.

Behind his words lies a lovely message, and you knew. "I myself have lost people I've cherished, too." He added. "Oh? Never thought you were capable of treasuring a human into your heart?"

"I truly and sincerely can." he stated as he held your chin upwards with his thumb and index finger. "Even loving someone."

"Yet you could easily gamble people's lives on the line—" "Gambling with lives is rather a natural thing for someone like me, but you are far too dear to me that I'll never do that to you. In other words, I love you."

Art isn’t mine, creds: @krozavay.

#erwin smith #commander erwin #snk erwin #aot #attack on titan #fanfiction #erwin fluff #fluff #aot fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin fanfiction #erwin smith fluff

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koulakoukoula2003 · 11 months

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ok i don’t know if requests are open but omggg i've been reading your fics about erwin with a pregnant s/o and i was wondering what you think he'd be like if his s/o was expecting twins 👀👀👀

LISTEN AU Erwin would be THRILLED. I think he wants to be a dad and even if you had just one baby it wouldn't take long before he'd give you another, so imagine if he'd find out that you have two????

Let's not talk about canon Erwin lmao if it were canon, you guys wouldn't even be together cuz he doesn't want to bring children in this fucked up world and blah blah blah LET'S FOCUS ON MODERN AU OK?

Just how amazing is it that your body can nurture two at the same time???? He's admiring you, he's worshipping you, he will provide for all your needs before you even get the chance to ask. This man is careful and considerate. He will STUDY you. He'll learn all expressions on your face, all tiny movements, all body language you have to offer, and he'll be able to decipher it all and give you everything you need before you even ask.

You DON'T get to stand off the bed or your favourite armchair or your favourite spot on the couch. Just ask for it, whatever you need, food, sweets, something to entertain yourself with, ANYTHING, and he'll bring it to you. He will even neglect his work and take as many days off as he can when you're at the final month.

At this point, your belly is so big and stuffed and LEMME TELL YOU STH he finds it so absolutely erotic djfbfjfjg NSFW WARNING he'll take you on his lap and stuff his fingers in your puffy cunt and bully all your sensitive spots till you're squirting all over.

You're just so unbelievably sensitive when pregnant, he will exploit it to give you pleasure to the fullest ♥️

Back on the fluffy stuff, he would come and just kneel down and kiss your belly out if nowhere. You two would spend hours and hours trying to decide on names, and not to mention you two, in the tub, him behind you, holding you, grooming you and bathing you and difjfjdjgnfn I'm a touch-starved bitch can't you tell

Basically you've never felt more loved in your life. You're the centre of his attention. You're his everything.

Now, about the time when you go to labour? Poor man's panicking lmaoooo this isn't just one, it's TWO the pain and the stress and the suspense comes in double, he will be grilling your hand, he will be encouraging you, but he's panicking and acting as if he's feeling the pain himself lmaooooo will probably faint

I hc that it would either be a boy (looking exactly like him) and a girl (looking exactly like you), or two twin boys (both looking exactly like him, like imagine bringing two more erwins in this world like you're blessing the world).

And for context, some of you might already know this, but there are cases of twins that don't look the exact same (when two eggs at the same time have been fertilised), and then there's the other type of twins that's most commonly known, where they look they exact same (they share the same genetic material cuz they come from the same zygote that has divided into two, creating two genetically identical human beings).

Anyways, that was all, I'm so sorry it took so long to respond but now that summer break is here, I will respond to all the other wonderful asks y'all have sent me ♥️

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arteastica · 5 months

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early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (17)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (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?

wc: 4.1k

“Let me see.” You took the notebook from him, your head resting on his shoulder as your eyes scanned the paper. “Oh! Very impressive. I can understand almost everything.”

“Well, if you want to get better at something all you have to do is practice.” He held the paper away from his face and tilted it slightly, as if trying to get a new perspective. “Practice and practice every time you get the chance to. And, sitting on this bed all day, I can confidently say that I have had way too many of those.”

You stared at him as he rolled his wrist and went back to writing. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for being so strict about the things he was or wasn’t allowed to do. However, this thought process was already all too familiar to your brain, and you had learned how to deal with it over course of the last few weeks: All you had to do was remind yourself that everything was for his own good, and the guilt would automatically start to fade.

You were taking care of him exactly like the doctor had advised, and if the satisfied nods he gave to himself whenever he came to check up on the Commander were anything to go by, you were happy to report it all seemed to be working. The horrible fevers were finally gone, and so was the discharge from his wound. And, not only that, but every time he held your hand, you could tell his grip was getting firmer and stronger.

Life seemed to be slowly going back to normal, not just for him, but for everyone at the headquarters. Well, at least as normal as things could get after everything that had happened. The incident with Reiner and Bertolt had taken a toll on every member of the 104th Training Corps, especially on Eren and Connie, who were the closest to them, even though they wouldn’t admit to it. And, although you hadn’t seen Krista since the Summer, when she had been sent to Squad Leader Miche’s base, you could only imagine how affected she had to be by Ymir’s absence.

And, speaking of Squad Leader Miche, you couldn’t believe he was gone. And not only that, but the circumstances of his passing were downright traumatizing. You had struggled to fall asleep for several nights after filing his death report. The testimonies of those who witnessed th-

“What do you think of this one?” The Commander’s voice pulled you out of the disturbing headspace you had slowly started to sink into.

“I think it’s not fair that your handwriting is prettier than mine when that isn’t even your dominant hand.”

He had been practicing how to write with his left hand for weeks now. That, along with daily walks along the forest path, which by the way had started as a way for him to get some fresh air, but that now had turned into his excuse to wander around the castle supervising everything and everyone, were the only things he was allowed to do under your strict care. But now that the risk of his wound reopening was minimal, you couldn’t wait for him to go back to his routine. You knew that would help him recover faster.

He also received regular visits from Captain Levi and Captain Hange, and they would plot things for hours behind closed doors. Fortunately, you didn’t have to worry about the Commander overexerting himself, because Captain Levi was as much, if not much more, inflexible than you were about what the Commander was or wasn’t allowed to do. You knew he wouldn’t hesitate cutting the meetings short if needed.

As for you and what your days looked like lately, well, you had practically moved to the office. If your mother knew, she would probably say you were married to your job. In fact, there were only two places someone looking for you would need to go in order to find you: your desk or his bed.

During the day, your hand never stopped gliding over papers and seemingly endless reports, and you only got up from your chair if you needed his signature or something from another department. And, during the night, well, you spent most of them with him.

You had stopped sleeping in your room; choosing to stay and keep him company instead. Although his body was recovering well, you were still concerned about his mental health. He was strong and resilient. You knew that. In his time as the 13th Commander, and throughout his whole life really, he had probably overcome numerous tragic situations like these, but the thing is…never without a limb. This was a first. And his dominant hand at that, the one that he needed for virtually everything. So, all things considered, you had decided to accompany him, to stand by him, as he learned to go about his day using his left hand instead.

But, as inappropriate as these thoughts were in nature, and as ashamed as you felt for having them in these moments when everyone, on a personal level and the Scouts as a whole, was going through tough times, you had to admit it was hard to spend most nights in his room, on his bed, breathing his scent, all while not being able to climb on top and have him make love to you.

There were nights when you felt as if you were fighting some sort of addiction, and, at the risk of sounding dramatic, you were pretty confident this was some type of withdrawal experience you were having. The half of the winter holidays you hadn’t spent tormenting yourself over his ex-lover, you had spent fingering yourself to the melodic sound of his voice whispering your name, rubbing your clit to the indecent wet noises he had made when sliding in and out of you that night.

Some nights, especially the coldest ones, when you would snug closer to him and bury your face in the crook of his neck, you had to confess it had taken everything in you not to kiss his inviting skin, not to trace that tempting vein with your tongue. And, needless to say, it had taken everything in you not to reach inside his pants and let your hand tell him how much you had missed him.

And, for some reason you couldn’t explain, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about his thick, remarkable eyebrows locked in a frown of concentration, as his impossibly blue eyes stared at you from between your thighs, and his tongue told your clit all sorts of secrets.

Sadly, however, all you could do was imagine what that would feel like. Because the doctor had been very clear: Refrain from any violent movement or strenuous activity that could hurt his wound. And although, you didn’t ask, you were certain that sex, especially the type you craved and needed, fell under one or both of those categories.

“Well, like I said, practice can only make you better.” He said suddenly, and you honestly had forgotten what he was even replying to. He looked so innocent, eyes glued on his notebook, his inexperienced left hand trying its best to hold the pen, and the remnants of a smile still present on his lips. You knew you shouldn’t, but maybe you could get away with blaming his cotton shirt and the way it clung to the muscles of his broad, sculpted chest; or his tongue and that innocent lick it gave his lips every so often… It all reminded you of a question you wanted to ask that night, when he first made love to you.

“Is that why you are so good in bed?” The moment those words left your mouth, and even before that really, you scolded yourself. You knew you shouldn’t, but you also didn’t know better. Both, your pussy and you, were practically starving, and in such critical condition, decisions are not necessarily rational.

You looked up at him, chin resting on his shoulder, your eyes widening out of hunger more than curiosity. “Did you get a lot of practice over the years?”

He turned to look at you, the way his eyes started devouring your lips instantly getting things tingling in all the right places, especially the very specific bundle of nerves between your legs. It was honestly ridiculous how ready you were for him all the time.

“I hope you’re aware of how unfair that is.” He said, his lips looking more inviting than ever. “Saying that when we both know you are not going to let me touch you.”

You had to admit it was unfair. You were not clueless, you had indeed noticed the way his longing fingers would invite themselves under your nightgown in the late hours, or the way they would linger on your thigh for dangerous periods of time when you were cuddling. And you were also aware of how much self-restraint had been required in order to decline the invitation he was so readily extending. It would have been so easy for you to act on it, you knew he would have welcomed your tongue or your hand gladly.

You sighed and climbed on top of him, choosing to take responsibility for your actions. “I know, and I’m sorry. This one is totally on me.” You couldn’t hide the smile that took over your lips, and in all honesty, you didn’t even try. You locked your hands behind his neck, and lost your gaze into those eyes you would never get tired of seeing. Those deep blue eyes that were to your skin what raindrops to the cobblestones on the hottest day of the summer. And you wondered what harm could a short, sweet kiss do?

“Just a kiss. Okay?” You warned, not even waiting for him to nod before closing the distance between you.

It was not like your lips hadn’t touched at all in the last few weeks. Since you had been staying in his room, of course you wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to kiss him good morning and good night. But it wasn’t the same. Because there was something about finally getting to sit on his lap again, something about the firm grip of his hand on the back of your neck, something about the way he was able to change and control your breathing with a single movement of his tongue. It was like going home after spending an entire life away.

And for a moment, somewhere between his hand pushing your face even closer to his, your mouth opening wider and his tongue reaching deeper, just as the first moan escaped your lips, you felt like you were in your little bubble again. Closed off from the rest of the world, from the loss, the tragedy, the mourning, your insecurities, and the weight of his responsibilities as commander.

And you wondered if it would be possible for the bubble to burst from the inside out. Because your chest was now so full. So full that nothing, not even air, could fit anymore. And maybe that was the reason behind your erratic, shallow breathing; and why you felt as if you were drowning in air.

In his lips.

Your brain was desperately asking you to breathe, but any plea would be effectively hushed by the obscene sounds now leaving your mouth. The rest of your body couldn’t hear the orders, and that would explain why you were completely unable to stop kissing him. And, judging by the way his kiss had turned messy, his lips now devouring the corners of your mouth and your jaw indiscriminately, you could tell he was also finding it hard to stop himself.

His fingers, now completely entangled with your hair, made you think of how different this all felt. So different from the gentle, sweet lovemaking he had showed you the first night you were together. This time, there was something in the air, a raw intensity in the moment, something that was now making his lips abuse a particular spot on your neck, and your fingers, grasp his soft, golden strands.

“Goodness, I miss you so much.” You said, a whisper, the only thing that was able to come out of your breathless lungs. Your mouth opened in a silent moan, as you desperately gasped for air.

And maybe it was the way he started undoing the top buttons of your shirt, or the fact that his face was now buried in the space between your breasts, but you started to feel possessive very quickly. And a very specific person came to mind. She didn’t have a face, because you had never met her. But your insecurities knew her personally.

You looked down and contemplated the way his mouth ravaged your cleavage, his eyes closed and brow furrowed as his lips sucked on the soft, plump skin of your breasts. There was something about seeing his face next to the laces of your bra, and your fingers laced into the base of his soft, blond hair. It hit you: It was your chest his face was buried into. It was the lacework of your underwear the one providing the frame to his gorgeous face. It was your breasts the ones making his brow furrow like that. It was your scent the one making him press his nose so desperately against your skin. It was your body the one he was going feral over.

This was your man. Yours only.

“Commander, I hate the thought of you thinking about a-anyone else.” You said in between moans, moans that his tongue needed to take full responsibility for. “I- I hate to think about your hand sliding under- ah” Speaking of his hand, the way it suddenly squeezed your breast made it increasingly impossible for you to speak. “Under her skirt, or your lips giving her anything other than a quick, a-and very uninterested smile.” You managed to confess, and you wouldn’t blame him if he started to wonder where the fuck had all this come from. After all, he had no way of knowing about the mental breakdowns you had over the possibility of him still loving someone else. “I want your eyes on me. And me only.”

“Well, those are not thoughts you need to concern yourself with.” He stopped ravaging your breasts, and you found yourself hoping it was only momentarily, choosing to lock eyes with you instead. Goodness, you swore there were times that blue could burn so hot. “Because, as far as skirts go…” His fingers trailed along the curve of your ass, until they reached your thigh. “There’s only one my fingers want to slide under.” You took a sudden, violent breath. “It was light blue, silky, tight and so sinfully tempting…”

“I wore it just for you.” You reminded him, hands letting go of his hair and resting on his chest for support as you leaned forward to whisper into his ear. “And I can wear it for you again, anytime you want.” Or I can wear nothing at all, you were tempted to add.

“You know, when I saw you in that little dress,” his lips curved into a subtle smirk, while his hand drew dangerous patterns on your leg, “I had so many thoughts. And each one was more indecent than the other.”

“Like what?” Your eyes bored into his, eagerly waiting for an answer they already had a pretty good guess about.

“I wondered if you would mind my fingers sneaking in through that slit.” You gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly, as if you were about to fall and it was the only thing available to hold on to. “The one in your dress.” He said as his fingertips caressed the tight fabric of your jeans. “And despite how perfect it looked on you, I couldn’t stop thinking that it would look even better on the floor, discarded and forgotten,” he leaned in to whisper, soft and slow against your lips, “along with your panties, in case you were wearing any.”

An obscene whimper escaped your lips as soon as those words left his, and vivid images of him pulling your soaked underwear down and immediately burying his face in between your legs made you clench around nothing. He had talent. You had to admit. So much talent to get into the deepest, most intimate and sensitive parts of yourself with such immaculate smoothness.

“I was, but very little.” You confessed, holding his gaze, as his hand squeezed your thigh tightly. You knew it was just waiting for you to grant him entrance.

So you did.

“Just like the one I’m wearing now.”

Immediately after those words, you felt his hand on you, cupping your pussy; the sudden contact making you groan loudly. His lips, now grazing against your ear, barely touching as they whispered:

“You don’t know how much I want to make love to you right now.” But you knew, the yearning touch of his hand between your legs, fondling you, gave it away. His hot breath in your ear was disarming, and you had no choice but to lean in, to melt into the sweet nothings he had begun to whisper with that smoky voice of his. “I wish you’d let me…” He took your earlobe in between his teeth, pulling it softly. “Because I can’t stop thinking about how good you feel…” You writhed and squirmed against his hand “…And about all the things I would do to you.”

His voice was deeper than the forest, and his words felt like velvet in your ears.

“What things?” You took shallow, loud breaths; eyes closed, basking in all the sensations offered by his hot breath against the sensitive skin of your ear. “What things would you do to me, Commander?” You asked, and you could hear a very faint voice inside your head scolding you for feeding into this. And you tried to remind yourself of the doctor instructions, you really did, but your mouth wasn’t cooperating. It chose to let out another desperate sound instead, one that came directly from between your legs, where your soaked panties were proof of how much you anticipated his answer. You never knew you could need someone’s cock this badly.

“Anything to make you feel good, like you deserve.” His hand, still between your legs all this time, gave you a not-so-gentle squeeze. “Princess.”

You moaned loudly, unable to stop your hips from rolling on his lap. You had to admit that last word sounded exceptionally melodic on his lips.

“Just tell me what you want me to do to you and I will.”

And the honest answer left your mouth before you could stop it.

“I want you to taste me, Commander.” You said, and not in a shy way, as you opened your eyes to look straight into his. You took notice of his pretty lips, now slightly parted, and couldn’t help but imagine how soft they would feel between your legs instead. “I want you to make me come.” You slid your hand down his strong, solid chest, as you leaned forward to confess your fantasy. “With your tongue only.” You could feel him harden under your words, his excitement deliciously poking at your inner thigh, making you repeat your wish. “Please make me come, Commander.”

He studied your face, as your heart restlessly awaited for his response. And, although you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, you could tell, thanks to the desperate squirming of your hips against his erection, that you needed him between your legs immediately, and that any part of his body would be welcomed.

“Is that so? And where would that be?” He asked after a while, his velvety voice sliding into your ear, and reaching every inch of your body. And although, you were certain he had perfectly understood what you meant, who were you to deny him the explicit answer to that question?

“Against your lips, Commander.” You confessed, stealing a glance at those very lips you wished to be devoured by. “In your tongue. All over your face.”

“So sweet.” His hand finally slipped inside your pants, not even bothering to unbutton your jeans. “I bet you taste so sweet.”

You shivered under the icy blue of his eyes, or maybe it was because of the cold fingertips now touching the wet fabric of your panties, delicately playing with your clit.

“So warm.” He complimented you.

“So pretty.” His fingers traced your slit gently, from bottom to top. “Just as those sounds you make.”

You smiled, closing your eyes, before throwing your head back, granting his lips full access to your neck. And just as they went back to sucking on that same spot from earlier, his fingers pushed your panties to the side and boldly slid inside your wet folds.

You jerked your hips on instinct, moaning at the exquisite intrusion. You wanted his tongue to make you come, but goodness, you loved being fingered by him. You loved to have his middle and ring finger inside, sliding in and out with such dexterity, controlling your breath as well as the sounds that came out of you.

“Fuck, I love to have your fingers inside me.” You lowered your head and moaned against his shoulder, trying not to be too loud in the middle of the day, when there were people walking the corridors just some feet away. But it was hard, the sitting position you were in allowed you to move in a way you could get his fingers as deep and fast as you needed. “Deeper, Commander. Please.”

As his fingers pushed further inside your hole, you realized you could be here all day. “You feel so good right there, Commander. Yes, just like that ah-” Or maybe not. Because the pleasant warmth that started to build up in your lower belly when he curled a finger inside, and his thumb started circling your clit, told you that you wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck, Commander, you’re going to make me come. I-I’m so close.” Your forehead was resting against his shoulder, and all you could hear was the wet sounds escaping from between your legs.

Until, all of a sudden, his fingers stopped moving. And, before you could react, you felt his lips against your ear.

“Lie down and spread your legs for me, princess.”

You would have been frustrated by the disrespectful way in which he pulled his fingers out of you, just mere seconds before your orgasm. You would have, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t be mad when his tongue was about to make all your dreams come true. So you leaned back, propping yourself up on your elbows. And, doing as you were told, you spread your legs wide open for him, as your fingers impatiently reached for the button of your pants. But, just as you were about to undo them, he placed his hand over yours.

You looked up to find out what was wrong, and when you locked eyes and he silently, and rather commandingly, shook his head, you understood. He would take care of it all, and everything left for you to do was sit back and enjoy.

As you closed your eyes and let your head fall back, a mix of pleasure and anticipation made your lips curve delightedly.

“Erwin.” You shut your eyes wide open, completely freezing on the spot when you heard something you weren’t expecting.

Captain Levi’s unmistakable voice.

The knock on the door seemed to be the sign your muscles needed in order to start functioning again, because then, you jumped off the bed. Your hands, completely at a loss, didn’t know if they should button up your shirt or fix your hair first.

“Come in.” The Commander said seconds before Captain Levi’s face appeared at the door.

He eyed you suspiciously before turning to the Commander and doing the same. You then saw his lips separate and his tongue move around his mouth as if trying to choose which words to say.

“Who’s in charge of running this place if you both are busy doing whatever it is that you were doing?”

“Sir, I apologize, sir. I- I was on lunch break, sir. I will go back to the office right now.” You nodded to both the Commander and Captain Levi before retreating back to your desk, actually surprised you could walk, given the throbbing dissatisfaction you were now carrying between your legs.

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