#erwin smith x oc

[daemontargaryenwhore]

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

Ctto. @h.dante on TikTok 🫶🏻

[koulakoukoula2003]

I really can't get this out of my mind: handmaid's tale AU where you're posted in commander Erwin Smith's household and you secretly fuck with his Eye/chauffeur Levi 👀

Pls lemme know if this has already been done I can't-😵‍💫

[peachymilkandcream]

For The Glory Of Humanity|Part 15|Erwin x Reader

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, forced/arranged marriage, misogyny, domestic violence, yandere themes/behaviours, violence, Erwin being a (g)rape apologist, power imbalance, age difference, verbal/emotional abuse, murder, sexual coercion, blackmail, attempted suicide, etc.

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The reality of her situation had started to hit hard. Since her little trip away from Erwin's grasp his mood continued to sour. Now suspicion plagued his mind about leaving her for even a moment. He brought her to work with him, stifling her with his presence until she couldn't take it anymore. Her only break from his oppressive behavior was her social group, but even there she was surrounded by women who had all gossiped until they were blue in the face about her escape attempt.

She had a feeling Evelyn was the ringmaster in that circus, isolating her but also adding a touch of escape by offering friendship. Erwin had more or less threatened her to make it right with Mrs. Ackerman, something along the lines of how his life and career depended on it. And much to her sore pride she had done so, begging apology and not caring that the other party did not.

From then on Evelyn did treat her like somewhat of a friend. Better than the other women but still short and cutting down. She knew who ruled this part of society, and the ego that came with it was astronomical.

Even Mother had learned of the news. Horrified that all she had worked so hard for would go down the drain by her useless daughter unhappy with being unspoiled. The shrieking that had come over the line of the shiny new telephone she didn't know how her mother afforded was high-pitched and grainy. Berating her for such a stupid thing she had done and what would have happened if Erwin no longer took interest in her. How she almost cost the family. What a stupid and selfish brat she was.

Finally when her voice gave out the call ended, leaving the utterly alone Mrs. Smith in the quiet of her home. Erwin was still downstairs, avoiding her at all hours but night out of outrage that she had almost cost him everything, that she was comparing him to the worst of men. She knew if she told Erwin of the call he would take the side of her mother. No one was on her side anymore, no one truly cared for her well-being anymore.

What did she have to live for? A horrid husband, horrid friends with their horrid husbands, a horrid mother, a horrid existence. Only fit to give birth, bed, and eventually die. No rights, no future. Eren Jeager had promised a future where all Eldians would have equal rights with others in the world that had once sought to destroy them. Where were hers? What rights did she have that allowed men like Erwin Smith to possess a woman and do as they pleased with her?

She went to the bathroom, a headache coming on. They had been more frequent of late, a doctor attributing it to stress and the anxiety of trying to be a good bride and the adjustment to married life. The pills he prescribed meant to be taken as needed but with a proper dosage to refrain from an overdose.

As she stared at the little pills she wondered what would happen if she downed the whole bottle right now. Would anyone care? Would Erwin feel sorry for the way he had treated her? Would she finally be free?

While asking these questions it seemed like almost on their own far too many pills slipped into her mouth and slowly down her throat.

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Thankfully Erwin had been coming up the stairs for bed anyway. When he found her unconscious and not breathing on the floor he started immediate chest compressions, sending a servant for a doctor. With his battlefield knowledge he knew enough of how to keep her alive long enough for the doctor to come and treat her properly.

He shuddered to think of what would have happened if he wasn't there. His image, gone in an instant. How could the people trust him if he drove his own wife to suicide? The pills found on the ground next to her indicated what had caused this sudden life threatening accident. He was at his wit's end, unable to figure out how to keep his wife happy enough she wouldn't escape or kill herself. It was an impossible puzzle he couldn't figure out.

When she awoke, he saved the lecture for now. That would come at a later time when she was stronger. Perhaps she was getting bullied, he would suggest that Levi tame his wife a little more, a suicide could damage him too. All that he would figure out later, for now, he was just thankful she was alive.

"Erwin I-" She started, embarrassed by all of this.

"Save it. You don't have to explain yourself right now, in time yes, but not right now. Right now focus on yourself and recovering. Whatever it is that's wrong with you in the head I'll fix it."

"Erwin please, it's not that simple-"

"Enough. I will fix it. I have to."

[celestialghostwrites]

things erwin smith likes: the feeling of being in control, intertwining your fingers together and imagining the faint sound of rings clinking, having his large hand on your lower belly feeling more delirious than he thinks he should at the thought of you swollen with his child ( just thinking about it makes him tether on the edge ), the feeling of being buried inside you with no barriers between the two of you, and finding his release deep inside you

things erwin is terrified of: being in a relationship, (accidentally) knocking you up :(

[missbubblesoda]

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

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27) | (28) | (29)

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

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

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

wc: 2.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sixty percent in four years. An insane figure”

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

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

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

“We estimate thirty percent will not return”

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

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

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

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

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

“Now you have the cold, hard facts.”

After all the contemplations, it finally clicked.

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

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

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

Why they ‘dedicated their hearts’ as they say.

“That is all.”

Erwin Smith was intriguing. Very intriguing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you willing to die if I ordered to?

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

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

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

I like the look on your face.

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

I don’t want to die.

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

I don’t want to die.

Now it sounded like a complain more than a petition.

I hereby welcome you to the Survey Corps.

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

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next chapter

[atzybutdeluluversion]

HIIII So, besides my selfship with Benson, i also ship myself with Erwin Smith <3 This is my selfinsert, Atzy :3 i have some lore in my mind but i've never had write it(?) anyways, they love each other a lot!! <3 this was his first time trying to flirt with her SOOOO NICE TO MEET YOU, ALL PEOPLE WHO LOVE ERWIN JUST AS ME IG IDK HIIII

[undersero]

You did it to yourself,” Erwin chides, not looking up from his paperwork.

Hika groans, clutching their belly and dramatically flopping onto the floor. Their discomfort is at a 2, but they pretend it is a 10.

Still, Erwin doesn’t look up, circling, underlining, turning the page.

“I’m dying.” Hika says.

“You are not,” Erwin disagrees, “you have a stomachache.”

“It’s killing me.”

“You ate 12 of the new peppers. Too much of one thing is unhealthy.”

“Are you lecturing me on my deathbed?” Hika demands.

“Not at all, darling,” Erwin murmurs, “of course I’m not,” turning yet another page.

The Drabble Challenge 2024 | Day 3 of 30: Unhealthy

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

WIP Wednesday Pt. 2!

I wanted to share a bit more of the fic I have been working on for Erwin's birthday before I get back to beading the moccasins. It is just making me feel a lot, and it isn't finished yet but I need to at least get a portion out XD

“Seeing as it’s your birthday, and people give gifts or whatever on birthdays, I made you something,” Dani’s words stumble over themselves as she looks everywhere but him, keeping an eye out for any potential witnesses to this exchange. It’s comical, in a way, for Erwin to see her so evidently out of her comfort zone.

Still, he didn’t expect any presents. Being brought to powwow had been more than he expected this morning, as far as birthday activities went.

“You didn’t need to do that. You and your family have given me plenty today-“

“Shh” her eyes finally meet his, shining with the smile she can’t bring herself to make as she purses her lips. “You’ll ruin it. Let me do this.” Dani sighs and runs a hand over her brow while the other remains behind her back. “I wanted to make you something. I don’t know what it’s like to be completely without family on a day that’s supposed to be happy, but I can only imagine it makes the world feel dull and heavy- I saw that much when I found you this morning, and, I don’t know, I guess I wanted to try and make it feel like you don’t ever have to be alone. Or, whatever. Just… here.”

She stops her rambling and shoves a hastily wrapped present into his hands before looking away, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip nervously.

With careful hands, Erwin undoes the twine that keeps the crumpled colored gauze around the present before removing the rough and sheer fabric until a leather-bound journal is revealed, dyed a deep blue and adorned with beads to look like the night sky.

“You did all of this today?” he asked skeptically, as he examines the book with a careful eye at each stitch and mark made onto the leather.

“Well, I made the notebook bit earlier, but I did the bead work today, as well as the inscription inside- you know, since you never saw my letter.”

Erwin recalls the times he was trying to get her to sit down and focus, but her attention was drawn to sewing the leather onto the cover of a blank notebook. At the time, he figured it was just another way to keep from doing an activity in which she had no interest-

“I had been working on this as a gift to thank you after all of the lessons, since I noticed you really like writing, and your notebook was almost filled, but then you said it was your birthday so I figured rather than wait ages for me to master writing, I’d finish it up now and get it to you…”

As Dani continues to ramble, nervously awaiting his reaction, words fail as tears threaten to surface again, but this time, they are tears of gratitude and a full heart. He flips open the book to the first page where, with clumsy but cautious with its effort, Dani had penned words:

When we remain, we will not be like the beautiful bones of a forgotten city. When we remain, we will be the flowers and the trees and the vines that overcome the forgotten city. We have woven ourselves into the cloth of the earth. We have mixed our breath into the expanding sky.

“It’s the translation to a song my grandmother used to sing to Nev and me after our mother passed. It never failed to bring us peace I know it’s not much, but happy birthday. My wish is that every time you look at this, you remember you are never alone. Even our lost ones are here with us.”

Two beats of silence pass before Erwin breaks into a smile and pulls Dani into a tight hug. Despite the initial stiffness and reluctance with which she receives the hug, hands frozen outstretched in shock, she eventually relaxes and returns the hug. The unspoken emotions, the grief and relief in not being as alone as he thinks, are conferred through their embrace.

It surprises her, not when his shoulders slightly shake as he silently lets out the tears he had been holding back all day, but when her own eyes prickle with the stinging heat. And rather than pull away from the hug, Dani stands her ground, enduring and welcoming it because something about him that is strange but it calls to her, plucking a similar chord that had been urging her all year to stay by his side. Something that tells her they are sailing in the same direction, a life line tethered to their bows.

No pressure tags: @askweisswolf @sleepy-sham @topaz-carbuncle @atruewarrior @musings-and-fandoms

@jayteacups @liveforlevi @the-rebel-archivist @the-mpreg-guy and anyone else that would like to participate!

[aqua-v3nux]

— CHAPTER ONE: THE NEW RECRUIT.

word count: 866

summary: rhea kross, a new recruit in the exploration corps, faces a crucial test to prove her worth and integrate into the team under the scrutiny of levi and erwin.

annotation: this is going to be a slow burn story, so plese hold it with me I promise it will be worth it!

content warning: fem!oc. mild language, tense interactions, themes of pressure and expectations, references to combat and military settings, mild violence (related to the reconnaissance mission)

AMONG THE WALLS MASTERLIST

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“So, you’re the new recruit. Why do you think you’re worth our time?” Levi’s piercing gaze met Rhea’s, testing her resolve.

"If you mess up, it's on you. Trust isn't handed out easily." Levi's skepticism was evident as he laid down his expectations.

"The squad doesn't tolerate mistakes. We need everyone to handle any situation." Levi’s tone was firm, emphasizing the high stakes of their work.

"You've shown you can handle your responsibilities. Keep this up, and your place in the squad will be secured." Erwin's approval was subtle, but it meant everything to Rhea.

[riewritten]

OC ART (´◡`)

our girl apparenly had a spicy dream, was sleep talking while on it, and erwin wouldn't budge til she narrates it in detail

more at my instragram (hehe)

[daemontargaryenwhore]

[koulakoukoula2003]

IM LOOKING FOR DADDY ERWIN FUCKING YN ON THE OFFICE'S DESK WITH BREEDING KINK, SIZE KINK FOR TOO LONG HELP ME PLEASE

LMAOOO anon, I gotchu. No one writes good smut anymore (also, so sorry it took so long to respond) erwin smith x reader, size kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, mild dubcon, praise kink, overstimulation, pure filth honestly this could apply for many characters

With your back against the surface of his desk, his arms grasping your shoulders, keeping you resistant against his thrusts, he rearranged your insides with every thrust, every violent snap of his hips against yours. Your legs propped on top of his shoulders, he was reaching so deep, you could've sworn you felt him in your stomach.

Fat cockhead hit against your cervix. You screamed and stood down and took it like a good little girl. He grunted in your neck when he felt another orgasm washing over you. Your poor cunt felt raw and overused. Your slick covered his cock and it was almost embarrassing how wet the sounds between your bodies were.

He didn't let up. He fucked you through your orgasm and went on like he was determined to make you cum again right after. You didn't even know how long he had been fucking you like this. He was using you. He wasn't even concerned about whether you could take it or not.

"Ah- p- please, daddy, no more, too much, pl's-" another cry erupted from your wet, bitten lips, interrupting you when his hand reached down for your clit, rubbing fast wet circles.

His eyes focused on your small body, struggling to take him no matter how many times he'd fucked you. His cock could be seen, shifting beneath your belly with every rough thrust. He pressed his hand down on your soft abdomen, to feel himself thrusting beneath. You let out another shout. Tears prickled at the corners of your pretty eyes as he folded your body in two, reaching so impossibly deep.

"Such a good girl..." he leaned down to lick your saliva off the corners of your lips, before sucking your lower lip like a man starved "...taking daddy's cock so fucking well."

He caught your hand, brought it to your belly, forcing you to feel him shifting beneath the soft skin.

"Right here, sweetheart," he grunted against your lips, slamming deep and staying there for a moment to let you feel him. "I'm gonna come right here... fill you up so full... you won't be able to do anything without me..." he pulled all the way out only to thrust back in. Your lips parted in a silent cry, your eyes shut tight. Pain and bliss twisted on your face so beautifully "...gonna give me a son, won't you? And then another..." thrust "...and another..." thrust "and another..." he set the same relentless pace all over. "Surely, my precious little princess can handle that, can't she?"

It felt so fucking good. You could see his cock disappearing inside of you, rearranging your body to fit him just perfectly. You were all his to fuck and breed and use, and corrupt, and abuse. There was no changing that, there was no escape, and you didn't want any.

"Y- Yes, daddy, anything for you... anything... please... pl's- I- I'm gonna- AH-!"

He slammed a hand on top of your lips, shushing you while he fucked you like a doll. Massive hips slammed against yours so loudly and wetly, and your tears stained his hand that covered half your face. More tears wetted the papers beneath your head. More than a few piles had gone dropping on the floor, making a mess. Your pretty body arched so perfectly, leading his cock to slam against that perfect spot over and over.

"Take it... fucking take it- fuck- take it like a good girl..."

You came so hard, pussy clamped around his cock so tight, he let out a breathy groan, dumping a load of cum inside your belly. He watched your perfect little body spasm and tremble. He watched the creamy mixture of his cum and yours forming a ring around his cock. His cum came dripping on his cock as he pulled out only to push it back in with the tip.

"Good fucking girl... my perfect little girl... mine... all mine..."

He guided your trembling legs off his shoulders and around his waist. He gathered your limp body in his arms and picked you off the desk with such ease.

He kissed you messy and sweet. Bodies joined, cock still hard and deep inside you as he carried you to his bedroom.

Next thing you knew, you were lying down and he was fucking you all over again.

[peachymilkandcream]

For The Glory Of Humanity|Part 16|Erwin x Reader

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, forced/arranged marriage, misogyny, domestic violence, yandere themes/behaviours, violence, Erwin being a (g)rape apologist, power imbalance, age difference, verbal/emotional abuse, murder, sexual coercion, blackmail, attempted suicide, etc.

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A barely concealed bruise on Evelyn's cheek was enough to let all concerned know that Levi had taken Erwin's warning about bullying his wife was taken seriously. Unlike Erwin's wife, Evelyn acted as if it didn't exist, instead of sniffling like a child. It was a part of life, she fucked up, and now she had paid for it. She couldn't help it, Levi's attitude had rubbed off on her in all the wrong ways. He could drive men and women to suicide in droves, but she had made the mistake of choosing the wrong person to focus her aggression on. For this, she apologized. Sort of.

"So you tried to kill yourself huh."

It was spoken abruptly but mercifully in slight privacy. Evelyn was hosting this week and had invited Mrs. Smith into the kitchen with her to oversee that her maids were working as intended.

She flushed. "Yes, that's true."

"It's not worth it." Equally abrupt, but with a touch of feeling she hadn't seen in Evelyn before.

"You really think so?"

"Of course. I've considered it, but I've never seriously tried."

"Why not?"

"I didn't want Levi to win. To show him that I wasn't strong enough to get away, so I had to take the coward's way out. That I couldn't beat him at his own game. Am I making sense?"

"Yes, I suppose you are."

"My point is, I can tell you to stop fighting, but if you won't listen to me on that then hear this. Don't go down like a wimpy bitch who just gave up. Go down kicking and screaming so that no one can brush you off, if you win, they'll have to recognize you. If you lose, you'll be remembered, not laughed at."

There was a pause of understanding, finally the two women seeing eye to eye on something. But she had to venture further.

"What happened with you and Levi? What brought you to all of this?"

She was about to answer when someone caught her eye, causing her companion to look as well. A woman Evelyn didn't know had joined them, but Mrs. Smith knew her. A childhood friend back in her school days, one of the few who wasn't killed in the rebellion.

"What's she doing here?"

"You know her?"

"Yes, I do-"

"Seems you weren't invited to a wedding. I bet you that's the one Levi and I got an invitation for, we couldn't go but still-"

"Oh-"

"Come, let's test the waters."

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The next few hours were spent scrutinizing her friend. It was all over for her when she stepped in the door of the Ackerman manor. Here was a girl like Mrs. Smith who had grown up around privilege and thought that judgements bought you favor in social circles. Each and every one of her remarks put back at her cruelly until she had stood up with indignation and demanded that her friend stand up for her.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything? You've been standing by while that woman has been so cruel to me-" She tried to suck back tears while pointing at Evelyn directly.

A long moment of silence passed between them, and she considered her choices. On one had she could stand beside her friend and challenge the wrath of her husband for messing things up again. On the other, she could stand by Evelyn and possibly get to the root of all her curiosity with this new friend. Maybe even building a bond that could lead to the two escaping together.

In the end she stood closer to Evelyn, turning her head from her friend.

"You, you, you bitch-!" She barely managed to get out before running from the room, leaving again that uneasy silence that Mrs. Smith had experienced the first time she came to such a social gathering.

Although this time Evelyn was impressed. "I'm surprised. I thought you would've taken her side."

She shrugs. "Old friendships, I know to focus on what's right in front of you."

Evelyn offers a slight smile. "Indeed."

Suddenly she takes her hand and leads Evelyn slightly away from the group. "And as friends, or I hope as friends, please. Answer my question, what happened with you and Levi?"

A pause, before she sighs and speaks. "Levi and I have always been friends. Since childhood. We grew up together and became each other's everything with no one else looking out for us. Long story short, I was told by Erwin and Levi that my life was in danger and therefore had to marry Levi out of a safety precaution."

"..And?"

"It was a lie. It was all for Levi's obsession. On our wedding night he came into my room and took my virginity. Aggressively. And from then on whenever he chose with or without my approval. I tried to escape many times, but was blocked, turned in, or found. Until I finally gave up."

Sympathy fills her. "Oh Evelyn-"

"Spare me. I have two, soon to be three, darling children. A husband who I've come to adore and adores me in return. Money I don't know what to do with. I'm happy."

It had to be a lie, a brainwashed delusion, but she wouldn't push it to make her angry. "Tell me, who turned you in?"

Another sigh. "Friends, neighbors, Erwin himself, he knew of the arrangement and turned a blind eye."

Disgust, she wanted to throw up. The man she had catered to for months now had played a part in the trapping of another woman, one who was treated more cruelly than her?

"I'm sorry."

"I told you not to sympathize with me. I'm happy. Think of yourself."

Evelyn leaves her, but the conversation sticks. Oh she would think of herself, and her husband. And what to do with him if this turned out to be true.

[tootoomanycats]

Levi w/a much taller stubborn partner

I need there to be a fic about a tall (like 6 foot) fem that is not in ANY military branch, that is the love/smut interest of Levi. She's not outrageous or against working as a team, but they but heads from how stubborn she is. I want her to not put up with ANY of his nonsense and call him out constantly to where they argue in front of his team a few times. 

Imagine them constantly being at eachothers throats when they argue. Imagine Levi getting so frustrated during the argument that he tries to give her an order, only for her to throw it back in his face laughing. The whole reason she is around at all is to be the temporary fill in as a horse caretaker. Being recommended for the job by Oulo, they grew up on neighboring ranches and he remembered that her family bred specialty barrel racing horses.

One day a Titan pops up out of nowhere while they're helping evacuate a small town.A kids lost out in a field, crying and frozen in place, with no trees around and the Titan is getting closer.

The team is stuck helping others and no one is free or in a place to go get the kid. When out of the corner she jumps on her personal horse-no saddle or bit and bolts out to the kid. Just as the Titan reaches down to grab the kid, dust is kicked up a large cloud. The horse does an outrageous maneuver under the Titans arm.

No one can see what's happening from the dust cloud.

Until they see her, the horse and the kid speeding to where everyone was. She keeps looking over her shoulder and then back to where the tree lines start, and to where Levi is already waiting.

After Levi takes down the TItan and everyone is settled in for the night, he grabs her and pulls her outside to lay into her.

“The hell is wrong with you?”

“No one was available, I saw it and so did you. You should be grateful that someone with the experience for that EXACT situation was there.”

She emphasizes with a poke to his chest, leaning down an inch to make eye contact with him.

“You've got to be the most irritating person i’ve ever had to keep alive”

Gray eyes glare into deep cinnamon colors.

“Am I irritating because I’m right, or because you're wrong?”

Before he spits back a comment he realizes that she's been staring at his lips. Oh?

He reaches out and grips the front of her shirt to pull her down more, her breath was shaky. Her facial expression goes from angry to stern…..but also nervous.

Oh.

His hand reached up to grip the back of her hair and she whimpered. Her eyes were closed and he took the moment to memorize the facial expression in front of him. The light blush that was already on the tips of her ears, the relaxed jaw with her mouth slightly open and the furrowed brow. He gave a light jerk to the occupied hand and let out a soft grunt when her hands reached out to his shoulders to steady herself.

Thinking straight was no longer on the table.

He grips harder and her mouth opens in an “O”, as a gasp of breath leaves her chest. The response was all he needed, glancing around until a dark and secluded spot was found, he led her next to him, hand still in her hair.

Her body was being guided in a position that was awkward and made her feel weak. Leading her behind a wall of bushes, he shoved her, making her land on the ground below him. Turning over onto her back she looks up to see Levi already unbuckling his belt.

From there it's a rush, clothes can't come off fully-cant get caught. She groans in frustration at the clumsiness of her hands pushing her pants to her knees, but freezes at being dragged by the ankles closer to him. His fly is unzipped, but his small clothes hide what she hoped to see.

He leans over her so fast she has to put a hand to his chest, unsure if he was actually going to stop where he did, hovering over her. They lock eyes and she can feel herself trembling, under the weight of him or the intensity of the gaze he was bearing down on her she couldn't tell.

A moan leaves her mouth at feeling his hand on her mound and his thumb rolling over where her clit was. The shock on her face broke Levis focus enough to almost beg out,

“I…is this…..do you-fuck!”

His forehead crashes to hers as she wraps a hand around the warmth of his cock and gives a slow languid stroke.

“Don't you dare stop”

[mishimaontheflipside]

You have a lot of regrets. Joining the Military Police is one that weighs heavy on you. Now, within the confines of the Church walls, more than ever, you struggle to reconcile your choice to work for the greedy rulers of the interior, leaving behind what you had fought for and believed in. However, as the rain pounds overhead, a storm rumbles in and your turmoil is disturbed; Erwin Smith has come back into your life. Years after training and now you are forced to face your past as the young Captain of the Scouts crawls under your skin, reminds you of what you left behind and reignites the feelings you thought you had long extinguished.

Captain Erwin Smith x f!reader

Maybe I just have a thing for big, strong, reliable men inspiring OC's to take control and be bold. Life doesn't work out that way for sure, and I certainly do not advocate finding a man to fix all of your problems. But love and support is what we all need as flourishing, fragile human beings. There is nothing wrong with that.

I also seem to love second-chance romance. Who'd have thunk?

And stories about OC's getting new jobs...

I'm not sure if I got ranks and timelines quite right but because this is a pre-Commander fiction, set a few years before the Breach of the Wall, even a little before Erwin recruits Levi, I thought I could be a little playful with it.

This one is also a little filthier than my Nanami fic (and little less developed though I do pack a lot of backstory for OC - why not?) and I wasn't too sure on where it was going. But having Erwin take control in such a sordid way just kind of happened... of course he would enjoy wrecking you within the walls of a Church. This man is all about disassembling the establishment and making his girl feel phenomenal whilst doing it.

As always, I found some inspiration in music; this one for sure has a lot of the angst of One by U2 and the tenderness of It's Alright, That's Love by Davichi

I hope ya'll enjoy it! And please feel free to check out my other fics on the site!

[atzybutdeluluversion]

First time drawing my selfship with Erwin vs Most actual drawing of my selfship 🤧

Its been almost 2 years since I started drawing them 🥹