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missbubblesoda · 1 year ago

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

erwin x fem!reader

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

“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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atzybutdeluluversion · 3 months ago

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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

#erwin smith #aot erwin #eruatzy #erwin snk #erwin smith x oc #selfship community #aot selfship #atzy aot

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undersero · 2 months ago

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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

#drabblechallenge2024 #erwin smith x oc #erwin x hika #hika the oc

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ohmypawsandwhiskers · 2 months ago

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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!

#attack on titan #erwin smith #erwin smith x oc #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fanfiction #im so late to getting this fic out because life is life-ing hard right now #oc: lozen #erwin x reader #erwin x you #my wips #wip wednesday

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aqua-v3nux · 4 months ago

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— 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.

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riewritten · 1 year ago

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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)

#rie draws #dusk in the brightest #erwin smith x oc #aot erwin x oc #aot x oc #erwin x oc #erwin smith x oc fluff #erwin smith modern au #snk x oc #erwin smith imagines #erwin smith fanfiction #aot fanfiction #original character #aot original character

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tootoomanycats · 1 year ago

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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”

#levi smut #levi x reader #erwin smith x you #erwin smith x y/n #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith x oc #erwin smith smut

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daemontargaryenwhore · 8 months ago

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koulakoukoula2003 · 8 months ago

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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.

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mishimaontheflipside · 1 year ago

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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!

#fanfiction #commander erwin #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith #aot erwin #erwin x reader #erwin x you #erwin smith x oc #erwin smith x you #aot fanfiction #snk smut #snk fanfiction #aot smut #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3fic #aot x female reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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bluebellhairpin · 2 years ago

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A/N: This is all me. I'm shipping you with me, but also I'm married to Erwin. But we could kiss if you wanted us to. (I have no idea what this is but its over 3k long and I put my heart and soul into it, and I just wanted it posted as soon as I could because I love it THAT MUCH.) - Nemo

Summary: Somehow you - a nobody college student- have found yourself invited to the most prestigious New Years parties in the country, and the hostess takes a liking to you.

Warnings: Some bitchy guests and a cry in the bathroom.

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Invitations to the Smith’s New Years Parties were unspeakably converted.

Getting an invitation was like getting a ticket to the Wonka factory. Everyone was jealous, but some respect was given to you because you’d done something worth being invited to the Smiths. Them being the most prestigious and known couple in the whole city - sweethearts by any name and with enough combined wealth to have their generosity make a difference - everyone loved them.

Everyone wanted to be them. Or be with them.

Erwin - the husband whose charisma left anyones knees weak, and a quick thinking mind that never had him clutching at straws for what to say. He was surely his parents pride and joy, handsomely picturesque and with a kind smile to boot.

His wife, though, was more than just a pretty face to hang off his accomplishments. She was truly the heart and soul of their kindness. Erwin wasn’t half as ready to spend a few ten thousand dollars on charities every few months, but his wife? She threw cash around to those who needed it as much as she could. And he’d let her, he’d do anything for her.

She had him wrapped around her little finger like a teenage fool in love - even though they’d been married for close to ten years - and anyone could tell she was just as head over heels for him too.

The Smith’s never held parties at their home - parties were to meet new acquaintances, the home was where you had friends - and each New Years Eve celebration was at someplace new. Someplace glamorous and glittering like the stars, photos of it splashed over social media the next day. Last year it was at a garden near a lake - further out from the city and done up like some storybook wonderland.

And they never went to the same place twice.

You’d been dropped off in front of the building by a cab - a sprawling red carpet lined the footpath up to where the doorman stood by a revolving door.

You could see people chatting inside the foyer - all dressed to the nines. One had a glittering yellow dress with her hair done back in intricate braids and a man on each arm who were decked out with just as much glamour - one in red with a thick mane of hair, the other in orange with a blond undercut. They looked like they’d been before.

Remembering how you’d started looking for an outfit as soon as the gold envelope came through your mail, and how you’d looked at yourself in the mirror thinking you looked really nice. Even your roommate said you looked the part. Simple, and the earrings really pulled it all together, you’d thought. Thinking now, though, maybe at least you shouldn’t have found your clothes at a second-hand store.

Gripping your clutch, you approached the doorman - a little unsure about what to do. He smiled kindly, and you offered a shy one in return and fished out your invitation. He instantly recognised it with a nod and instructed you to take an elevator to the eleventh floor.

And if you were feeling intimidated in the foyer - simply passing everyone by to get to the lift that would take you to the party - it was nothing compared to how you felt stepping out of the elevator.

You looked to your left and knew exactly where you were supposed to go.

A huge dining room lay beyond two propped-open glass doors. Twinkling lights of gold and yellow lined the ceiling, and round tables were decked out with fancy dinner sets and cheese boards of food. Across the far wall was glass, and a balcony looking across the cityscape - perfect for firework viewing, even if you stayed indoors. Another wall had a stage with a wooden floor in front of it, where a band had been put together and was currently playing upbeat jazz, while the opposite wall across the tables was more food - and no doubt the kitchen.

You could tell - while it was a big room, and probably wouldn’t be chocked full of people - that only about half the guests had even arrived yet and it was only just past 9pm.

You worried momentarily that you’d have trouble finding a seat, but a table plan came into view as you walked through the doors. Finding your name, you felt your palms get sweaty. Surely these were randomly assigned - why else would you not only be sitting on their table, but also right next to Mrs Smith herself?

You felt a great need to sit - anywhere at all really - because of a wave of lightheadedness, but luckily your table was close by, near the centre of the room. Of course it was.

Once seated, a waiter passed by with a tray of various drinks. You picked one and gulped down half its contents in one go - to cool your insides down more than anything else. A cheerful eruption of greeting had you turn your direction back to the balcony - and there they were, enthusiastically greeting the trio you saw below in the foyer.

Erwin stood with an arm around his wife. He was in a deep gold three piece suit with the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone. He looked like he’d stepped off one of those business magazines you’d see in a corner store display. His wife looked just as photo-worthy.

Her hair was styled back and her dress had a red velvet corset with a flowy silk skirt - a slit up one side with shining silver stones around her neck and wrist, and a shimmer of more around her exposed thigh.

They were, admittedly, less flashy than some of their guests, but it was obvious that they held the attention of those around them as they greeted everyone with shaken hands and kissed cheeks.

As the minutes ticked by and they greeted more guests, you started noticing things.

You’d never been so close to them before - mostly seen on social media clips or tabloid news - but they kept sending looks to each other back and forth. Softer, or harsher, knowing and less so - all depending on who they were talking to. Something about it made you think they were telepathically linked - after so long together people would start to think the same way.

You didn’t know at that point in the night, but it meant they weren’t as kind as they looked.

It meant Mr and Mrs Smith could be cruel, and mean, and they could shun whoever they wanted - and with how everyone liked them, and how powerful they were, meant they could get away with it. It meant everyone would follow.

Socialites were like that - people came and went just like trends, no matter how big your impact is. But the ones that stayed, by some soul-selling miracle, stayed for good. And those that stayed had the biggest say in who else was able to stay too.

Luckily, more often than not, the Smith’s kindness outweighed their darker side. And luckily, others in their circle were more than content following.

Bottom line; whatever they say goes.

The night went on, and eventually - despite your inner turmoil about how you should go and approach them yourself - the couple made their way to your joined table. By now they’d begun nursing drink glasses of their own, and an arm reached beside you to place a champagne flute down.

Then a silk red dress slid into the seat next to yours.

“Hi,” she said, and you had trouble meeting her eyes, “You must be -”

You blurted out your name before she could continue, sticking your hand out to shake. She took it, wrapping her fingers around your palm and shaking slowly.

“Nice to meet you, officially. I’m really glad you were able to make it tonight.” she softly said, letting go of your hand and grabbing her glass again as she got comfortable in her seat. “I was a little worried you’d get scared.”

You met her eyes for a moment - some shade of brown, or honey, maybe green? - then turned to the platter of food, distracting yourself by choosing a grape.

“Why would I do that?”

“Most college students we invite don't even RSVP.” You gawked a little at that.

“How’d you know I was in college?”

“We try to invite a variety of people to our parties,” she said as if you hadn’t noticed - which you hadn’t. “We request looks at the more promising non-scholarship students in a few colleges - there's a lot of job openings that can come from simply meeting people - so we give them a chance to get their feelers out on some more upper-class opportunities.”

She leaned forward on her elbows, trying to meet your eyes. When you did, she smiled - there you are, they said.

“Not everyone needs scholarships, what they need is a chance to prove themselves to the right people.” You knew she wasn't necessarily wrong.

You still would’ve liked a scholarship though.

“So don’t drink too much, and go say hi to some people.” she said, leaning a little closer to give a reassuring pat on your shoulder. “If you need anything, come interrupt me. I’d love an excuse to get away from some of the people here.” She turned away from you with a wink, giving her attention back to her husband - who you noticed as he did you, and raised his glass in brief greeting.

You looked around the room - indeed there were a few people here you recognized - there were people who matched with both your major and interests. If only you didn’t feel so much like you were thrust into the deep end of a swimming pool with no floaters on.

It was ten minutes until midnight.

So far, you've done better than you’d thought you would’ve when it comes to introducing yourself. Quite a few people were rather friendly, and the ones who were less so still had made conversations short and sweet. Though one thing had been bothering you most the night.

You’d guess from their age, and how they all lingered together that they were college students like you - invited for their promise in whatever major they studied - but unlike the two or so students you had met, they stuck out like sore thumbs.

You did too, in a dull kind of way, but they did in a way that was worse. Like the gaggle of popular girls at prom who were spoiled and entitled and did themselves up too much. Or like they didn’t belong because they snuck in.

They kept looking around the room, giggling and pointing and talking behind their hands. Surely more than just you had noticed how clique-y they were being. Most gossip was pointed at other guests - as if any self-respecting person would dare to do that to the Smith’s guests - but as you walked past their table back towards your seat, you heard them talking about you.

“Look at their fit, it belongs in a dumpster.”

“Been busy kissing ass all evening, hope they know a New Years kiss is meant to be on the lips.”

How had they even been let in, you wondered, as you tried to ignore them. You looked fine, and you were doing what you were told to do. They arrived after you, and you knew that they hadn’t been given the attention or time of Mrs Smith like you had.

You were sitting on the Smith table, you reminded yourself, they weren’t.

But somehow that only made you feel worse.

Most of the guests were inside the dining hall or out on the balcony, leaving the foyer sparse - you hopped the bathroom would be empty. Because you were washed with a wave of sadness - you should be in bed, you shouldn’t be here. You didn’t fit in here. You needed a little cry as the clock struck midnight.

The bathroom was just as fancy as the rest of the building, but you didn’t think about that too much as you ripped some paper towel from around near the sinks, and practically fell on one of the ottomans. You heard the door Swing open behind you and tried to fix yourself enough for whoever it was to pass by without asking anything.

But then they sat down behind you, and a hand brushed your shoulder before running away again.

“What happened?” Of course it was her - someone ran from her party crying, she’d need to know what to fix so it wouldn’t happen again.

“It’s nothing.” She leaned back on one hand, sitting far enough away not to push the subject, but close enough to know she wanted to know. You sighed.

“I don’t really fit here.” you mumbled, picking at the paper in your hand. “It’s nice, and it looks really pretty, and I do really like it here, but it’s… I’m not…”

“It’s intimidating, I know.” she said, quietly nodding. For once, when you looked up at her, she wasn’t looking at you first. “It took Erwin half of our marriage for him to stop having to convince me to come to these parties - and they’re mostly my idea.”

She looked at you, and crossed one leg over the other.

“I know how you feel. I swear it.” She said, “And I also know that you’re very brave. I didn’t last half as long as you have at my first New Years party, and you don’t even have a husband to hide behind.” She tapped her fingers against the fabric of the seat, and you had half a mind to believe what she said - that someone so at ease now used to be as skittish and unsure as you.

“Thank you.” you breathed, feeling a little better, and using the paper to wipe away your ruined make-up. She watched as you composed yourself, smoothing down the front of your clothes and fixing your hair a little. You stood near one of the large mirrors, feeling a little overwhelmed still.

Her nose scrunched, and she tutted as she shook her head.

“Here,” she said, turning and reaching behind her neck, unclasping her necklace, “Try this on. Sometimes you need something flashy to hide behind.”

“Oh no, I -” But despite your protests she ignored you and pulled the shining crystals across your neck. They were still warm from where they once were on her. Shining against your skin, and you had to admit they looked even better when they were this close.

“They look like part of that Cartier necklace from the movie.” Your comment made her let out a breathy laugh.

“This is Swarovski, actually. Quite different.” She said, adjusting the gems so they sat flat. “They suit you.”

“I can’t wear it.” you protested. She shook her head, standing behind you in the mirror.

“You can keep it.” she said, insistent and stubborn, “It suits you. We’re supposed to all look fabulous in crystals - but I look better wearing pearls, you’d be doing me a favour.” Of course you would be.

You reached a hand up to graze the crystals - they did suit you, and somehow matched your outfit down to your earrings. You looked back at her, still stunning even without a centrepiece of her jewellery.

“What about you?” She raised an eye. What about me? ”You don’t have one anymore.” You explained, fiddling with one of the gems resting on your collarbone. She smiled, a smug cheekiness reached her eyes.

“It won’t matter, my husband will be quick to remedy the situation if it does.”

She’d let you through the door first, after you’d finished making yourself properly presentable again. What superied you - more than the rest of what had happened so far tonight - was how easily her hand slipped through to rest in the crook of your elbow. You found yourself not minding as much as you probably should have.

It was like she belonged there.

You could see in the eyes of the guests as you walked back into the room. They took you both in and waves passed over their faces.

It wasn’t pity or shock as they registered the fact you now had a necklace, and that she was missing hers. It was recognition, and for some certain ones - ones who knew they’d made some awful mistake in making you feel bad - dread.

It told everyone that you had someone watching your back - someone they didn’t want to have to find themselves facing if they were to try and get to you. It told you that you were going to be okay, that you had a friend - one that could be the best one to have on a night like this.

It helped you. Made you feel a little more important. A little more pretty. You guessed, from what she said, that half of belonging was looking the part.

The necklace wasn’t diamonds - they were crystals - but on the neck of someone so important it didn’t matter what they weren’t. It mattered what they looked like, what everyone would assume they would be.

No one would look twice at a string of gems on the neck of Mrs Smith, thinking they weren’t the Best. No one would look at you wearing her necklace thinking they were fake either.

She was right in saying that what you needed was something flashy to hide behind.

As the timer changed from minutes until seconds, you found yourself in a pleasant position. One you would’ve never guessed you’d be in. Ever.

You were still in the dining room - technically - but the windows separating it from the balcony had been pulled back and bunched together so you couldn’t tell when it started or stopped. A cool breeze cut through the room, diminishing the stuffy atmosphere and making way for a clean slate - a fresh start to a midnight new year.

Five.

Mrs Smith still had her fingers curled around your arm, but she’d latched onto Erwin on her other side. With all the people in the room, standing and sitting and dancing, you fit right by their side like a always-been-there friend. Like you belonged there.

Four.

You looked across at the groups of people, eyes catching on the same trio from before readying themselves for kisses and cheers. Them and others preparing to welcome a new start with every stereotype imaginable under the sun.

Three.

You watched Erwin lean down to whisper into his wife’s ear, she reflexively gripped you tighter as she giggled at his unknown words. You smiled even though you didn’t know what it was about, because it felt like the right thing to do.

Two.

2023 would come to an end with a cheer and flash of lights. With kisses and new beginnings. You knew, deep down, that this would be a better year. For the first time in a long time you felt that this year would be better.

One.

#nerwin #selfship fic #erwin smith x oc #new years fic #midnight post and pass out fic #marq asked where this was so i dumping it and then zoinking out #if ur seeing this marq good iob i hope u like it

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