#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.

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[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.

[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.

-

“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.

-

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.

[paws-writes-aot]

Of Devils and Monsters: Chapter 2

Summary:

Fate brings two old friends together again and sets them on the path to truth. In a last ditch effort to save her own skin, Lozen Daniella Pierce reaches out to an old friend in hopes of gaining her freedom. In doing so, she and Erwin Smith find themselves thrust on a path to truth- the truth behind the walls, behind secret organizations, and the truth of who they turned into

Content tags:

Graphic Depictions of Violence; Major Character Death; Canon-Typical Violence; Denial of Feelings; Feelings Realization; Childhood Friends; Snippets of Erwin's time in the cadets; OC is Messy and Complicated; Pre-Canon Canon; Love Triangle Adjacent; Smut; Fluff and Angst; Dominant Erwin Smith; Protective Erwin Smith; Shift in POV; mentions of residential schools; OC is indigenous-coded; more tags to be added

Chapter Word Count: 6,216

Cross-posted from Ao3

Previous chapters: (1)

The sun was higher in the sky as Erwin and Levi left the jail, and the streets were busier as more people were beginning their day. Neither said a word as they entered the carriage and began making their way towards the eastern block of Stohess and the wealthier neighborhoods. As the carriage neared the Moreno residence, Erwin and Levi looked on as passersby seemed to give the mansion steps a wide berth, as though whatever evil that latched on to Lozen’s soul and drove her to madness still lingered. Waiting with baited breath for fresh blood to spill- a narrative pushed by Wall Cultists who pushed anything to increase paranoia and thereby their influence over people. 

The only exception to those that bought into the local witch hunt and braved the proximity to the source of evil were the two young MPs that had been ordered to keep watch and prevent any looting or tampering with the crime scene, and a woman who, despite being a head shorter than the pair, seemed to loom over them, arguing as she shoved her pointer finger into one of the men’s chest. 

Erwin couldn’t help but chuckle- he would know that woman anywhere. And though she had slimmed down to a sliver of a once hearty frame and gray streaking through black hair, her fierce presence was unmistakably Lozen’s aunt, Rita Pierce. He almost felt sorry for the two men, having been on the receiving end of her ire a couple of times in his youth- usually after Lozen would drag him and her brother into one of her schemes. But remembering the broken woman sitting in a cell while open wounds festered, Erwin couldn’t bring himself to extend such sympathy, even if these two young men hadn’t been present for Lozen’s arrest. 

“You’re certain this isn’t some wild goose chase?” Levi’s eyes were trained on him with a look that clearly conveyed his doubts. 

Erwin sighed, nodding as he decided to offer his companion a rare glimpse into his thought process. Moves and countermoves. It wouldn’t be full disclosure, but Levi had earned some information. “Originally no, but once she brought up Chief, I became certain. Lozen would never drag her father into her problems. There’s something valuable that she has access to- valuable and dangerous enough for her to result in using various levels of subterfuge, it would seem.”

It was a well-educated gamble, but Levi didn’t need to know that bit of uncertainty he carried. Even two years ago, when they crossed paths, she had changed into a colder and more calculating person. There was no doubt in his mind that she only continued to progress down that path, just as he had. Refusing to bend and morph into different molds when necessity called for it was not an option. It hadn’t been for him, so he couldn’t expect anything different for Lozen. 

Levi seemed to accept that answer with a shrug as he opened the carriage door before muttering under his breath, “Great, there’s another one of you…”

The opening carriage door drew the attention of both the MPs and Rita, who paused mid-sentence with a finger still jabbing at the taller man’s chest. Confusion flashed to recognition as Erwin stepped out, and while the two men saluted the newcomers, the woman pulled Erwin into a suffocating embrace. 

“Thank goodness you’re here, my dear sweet boy!” A wrinkled hand, spotted with age, caressed his face as tears of relief welled up in her midnight eyes.. “Look at how you’ve grown! You’ve turned into such a fine young man, Erwin-”

“Auntie Rita!” He returned the hug, halting her ongoing appraisal while he still could, delaying the inevitable scolding. “It has been far too long.” The scent of cedar and asemaa engulfed his senses as though they, too, recognized an old friend. Memories of evenings spent around a crackling fire, exchanging stories and food late into the night came back to him in an instant. “I hope you can forgive my lapse in judgment for not visiting in a while-”

“Oh honey,” Rita laughed, silencing him with a finger to his lips. “I’ve heard you’re an important man now, what with your hustle and grit, climbing the ranks, but,” and there it was, the pinched cheek he’d been waiting for in reprimand- a staple for any interaction  with her. “You could’ve written to us. Does the military lack something so basic as paper and a pen? Bah!” Rita broke the embrace but still kept hold of his hand. “Instead, I have to find out from Dani, of all people!”

Lozen had followed his career, going so far as to update her family? Nevin and their cousin, Sal, would make more sense- both being in the Scouts and regularly making trips to the Circle on breaks, but as far as Erwin knew, Lozen had remained notably absent from any of the family’s updates about home. He schooled his expression to hide any of the surprise he felt. Not that Rita would notice as she continued her rant, but a single glance at Levi’s raised eyebrow told Erwin it hadn’t slipped his notice.

“And now, she’s gone and gotten herself into trouble, and these morons here won’t even let me go in and check on my own brother!” Erwin shuddered at the glare directed at the young men, who- at closer look- had to be no more than 18. Fresh recruits who probably dreamed of a cushy post in the interior only to be placed in Rita’s warpath. 

“Now Rita, these men are just doing their jobs-” Her harsh laugh cut him off, but he quickly recovered before she got in another word, “I will check on Chief. In fact, I’m here at Dani’s request.” It was strange, using Lozen’s nickname reserved for those that were closest to her. It felt tangled on his tongue as he spoke it.

Again, he found himself yanked into another hug that nearly winded him as Rita finally gave in to the sorrow she held, cries wracking her thin frame.

“Oh, that damned girl is so blessed to have you looking after her!” She broke the hug and took his hands in hers, the subtle sensation of cold metal pressed into his palms. “Miigwech, Erwin. I don’t know what this family would do without you.” And with a soft kiss to the cheek, Auntie Rita was gone, disappearing into the bustling street beyond. 

The weight of the key served as confirmation that his hunch was correct: Lozen had somehow coordinated a way to remain secret in exchanging the promised information. Though covered in shadows and deceit, she was holding up her end of the deal while ensuring her own needs were met. Had he not, in fact, gone to check in on her father, the information that she believed would put her own life at risk would remain hidden, and knowing Rita and the woman’s resourcefulness, she would’ve gained access to the estate one way or another. 

Erwin stuffed his hands into the pockets of his long overcoat, exchanging the key for his identification, effectively concealing the hidden gift. Passing along his identification over to the young MPs, who still stared up at him in awe of how he successfully talked down the storm of a woman, he offered the pair a polite smile as he said, “My name is Erwin Smith, Section Leader with the Survey and Reconnaissance Squad.” Gesturing behind him, he continued, “This is Scout Levi. We’re here at the request of Commander Shadis to investigate the scene in preparation for Lady Lozen Moreno’s hearing.” 

He withdrew the signed parchment and passed the letter of introduction preemptively, not in the mood to be questioned further while his thoughts were swimming with far more questions than answers. The taller of the two looked over the letter, nodding with a bit too much fervor before leading the two Scouts up the steps and through the entrance to the house.

As the heavy mahogany doors swung shut behind them, Erwin released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Beside him, Levi surveyed the foyer around them, cocking an eyebrow at the cold, disheveled space. What had once been a grand entrance point was now a ruined mess- serving as an homage to the struggle that occurred between Lozen and the late Lord Vincent Moreno. 

Shards of glass littered the marble floors that already soaked up droplets of blood, forever marring the austere purity of the pearlescent surface. The dark velvet curtains hung haphazardly from askew golden curtain rods, the morning light streaming through the bits of ripped and frayed fabric. 

Erwin took a few cautious steps forward towards the grand piano situated underneath the crystal chandelier, icy eyes transfixed on the instrument’s splintered body. The pale wood of the inside crosshatched with the shiny ebony exterior, where someone had crashed and struggled against a significant weight. His fingertips, steady to a fault, hovered over a jagged shard of wood protruding from the curved side, coated in unmistakable brownish-black color of dried blood. As if the broken piece burned him, he withdrew his hand as the memory of a bloodied Dani flashed before him. There had been a puncture wound visible from the torn fabric on her back- had this been its source?

He forced those thoughts away. Now was not the time to think about it; not when it brought boiling anger to the surface, threatening to cloud impartial judgment. He needed fresh eyes and a clear mind to seek the truth. 

“Come, we should check in on Chief first,” Erwin said to Levi, his voice just above a whisper. He didn’t wait for a response before ascending the staircase, pointedly avoiding the crooked portrait of a younger, vibrant Lozen and her late husband, both dressed in wedding attire and beaming at one another.  

Levi, following close behind, paused for a moment in front of the painting. Had Erwin bothered to stop and truly look at the moment captured in time, he would’ve seen how her body language betrayed what her wide smile and golden eyes masked with such practiced fluidity: a desire to flee- tense in anticipation of escape.

He took the stairs two at a time until he remained a step behind the grim man trying too hard to remain unaffected. “You know which room the old man is in, but didn’t know she was married?”

Erwin paused at the question, eyes glancing down to the foyer entrance with a far off look as he answered, “I had been here once, before she married, I’d venture.”

A contradiction Levi would quietly hold on to for the time being, letting Erwin hold on to the charade. So long as it didn’t impact his decision-making capabilities, Levi couldn’t give less of a shit about whatever transpired between the two. 

They passed through a lofty archway into the mansion’s west wing, which housed the master bedroom, a guest bedroom, and, at the very end of the dark hallway, Lozen’s study, where they would undoubtedly find whatever information she had hidden. As they marched down the polished hall that felt little more than a cathedral, signs of a struggle continued to disrupt the intended ambiance. Pedestals of stone tipped over, a vase- ancient in its red, black, and tan design- shattered to pieces, a candelabra nearly torn from its hinges stood right outside the guest room, whose intricately carved wooden door frame was marred with what appeared to be scratches clawed in from bloodied fingernails.

Once more, the image of cracked and bloodied fingernails forced its way into Erwin’s mind, and once again, any thoughts of disbelief of how the MPs characterized the case were silenced as he knocked on the cherry wood door. At the raspy baritone voiced invitation, he entered. 

The room seemed to be spared from the path of destruction, a kindness and respect to the Elder’s sanctuary. It had hardly changed since Erwin had last visited. Artwork decorated the walls, displaying flowing imagery and stories passed over time- of a turtle that created a continent on its back; of a hare and a fox longing for day and night. Of landscapes and strong communities- each image depicted in different styles and modes, from beadwork and woodwork, to canvased paintings. 

On the coffee table that was situated in front of a familiar couch, there rested an empty teacup, a half-smoked cigarette, and a book, which had been left open to a page depicting something called the sea. A book Erwin knew well from his earlier days spent visiting this family any chance he could get- anxious to be around people that understood his dreams and theories about Titans and the outside world. 

A yearning tugged at his heart only for him to stifle it quickly. Such emotions were unhelpful at this moment. So, he finally turned his attention to the frail figure in the four-poster bed.

“Boozhoo, Chief,” Erwin kneeled next to the bed while Levi busied himself, examining the different decorations and artwork in the room, stopping in front of a dress horse, where a hand-sewn green and black dress was on display, golden cones lined in rows adorned the skirt, cutting off at the beaded leather belt cinching the waist. Lozen’s old jingle dress, as Erwin recalled, summoning memories of days when all of the Circles would gather, singing and dancing together in time with the drums at the center.

He tugged his attention back towards a grinning Chief, who reached out to give him a firm handshake. “Erwin, what a wonderful surprise!” He pulled himself up to a seated position, grunting as a few joints audibly clicked. “I didn’t think you or Dani would have time to visit- aren’t they training you cadets, or is it a camp for runaways?”

Erwin felt his heart sink. There’d be no way of him breaking the news about Lozen if he was in the middle of an episode. It felt wrong, to sully those happier times with reality. So, he played along, deferring the news for a time when Chief was more lucid.

“Unfortunately, it’s just me that was able to get leave. Dani is on kitchen duty.” A lie, of course, but one based in truth, in which Erwin found solace. At one point during their time in the cadet corps, they’d been given a weekend off to visit family. All of them, except Lozen, who had pulled a prank on Miche Zacharias and was punished with having certain privileges revoked and being relegated to kitchen duty for those that elected to stay over the weekend. But he hadn’t visited Chief or her Circle at that time, opting to stay behind with her to keep her company while Vincent and Sal were away. 

A small, sad smile crossed his lips at the memory of a purple-tinted Miche, in a rare moment of rage, tackling Lozen, who still held onto the block of indigo dye she’d put into his shampoo bottle. Those had been simpler times.

“She got in trouble again, huh?” Chief shook his head and chuckled. “When will that girl learn, Erwin?” 

If he only knew.

Silence passed between them, interrupted only by the sound of flipping pages as Levi examined the book on the coffee table. Chief grew solemn, the lines on his forehead and brow becoming deeper as he asked, “Look after her- make sure Dani doesn’t get herself killed. Unlike me, whom she will always write off as overprotective and overbearing with all of the traditions, she’ll listen to you. You have always been her stabilizing force, and I know she thinks the world of you and will follow you wherever you go.” 

She hadn’t, but Chief didn’t need to know that right now. Eyes of freshly watered soil pleaded with him. “Please help her find her way. I was wrong about her. And you- wanting to join the Scouts- but I suppose it was inevitable with that mutual obsession you both had. The truth. What waited for them behind the walls: humanity’s future. 

“But you have a good head on you, whereas Dani… that stubborn willfulness will blind her and pull her off that path for truth. Make sure that when the time comes, she sticks with the Scouts.”

It was strange to Erwin. While Chief was in another perception of time, he managed to rather accurately describe what ultimately brought Erwin to this place once more. Erwin squeezed his hand, standing to leave as Chief’s eyes fought off exhaustion. “I will do what I am able.” And he hoped it would be enough. “Rest well. I hope to visit soon with Dani.”

Chief smiled, squeezing Erwin’s hand slightly before allowing sleep to claim him. Wordlessly, Levi closed the book as Erwin rose to his feet and left the room, following close behind. With the click of the door behind them, Levi finally spoke up, “He thinks you and Lozen are still in training?” 

“It happens, more often than not, I would venture at this point. He is reliving a time long passed. Sometimes, he is present and aware, but others, it seems as if his mind sifts through time while his physical body remains in the present. It started around 6 years ago- Lozen received news the night of graduating the corps and enlisting with the Scouts. It was what called her away from serving.”

There was no resentment or malice, just facts. At the same time, it had hurt, waking up in the morning to discover Lozen had left the female quarters in the middle of the night with nothing left to serve as an explanation. Erwin felt confused. Betrayed by the only person that promised to be with him every step of the way. Back then, he was brash, wore his heart so close to the surface it was easily bruised. Even when she extended an explanation as an olive branch two years ago, that pain long buried surfaced for a moment as it questioned why she suddenly chose traditional roles when she had battled and chafed against them her entire life. 

Now, however, with years of developing a tough, unshakeable exterior that was required to see his dream through, it was what it was. Family and the Circle had always been important to Lozen. She came when duty demanded action, and he would not fault her for that, even when it called them to separate paths. 

Levi only nodded, his eyes focused on the scratched door frame, far off in thought. So, Erwin continued down the hallway, pausing at the door across from Lozen’s office, dangling off its hinges as if to air out the couple’s dirty laundry. It became all too clear, in that moment, that the MPs assigned to her case had no desire for truth. 

“What the hell happened here?” Levi asked, peering from around him as Erwin remained glued to the floor. Other than the clenching and unclenching of his hands, he remained deathly still as ice blue eyes raked over the scene, starting with the four-poster bed now reduced to two posts. One of the missing posts, now cleaved in half, laid in front of an ornate mirror, its surface shattered and the golden flowers that decorated the frame now stained with red, matching the bed sheets spattered with blood, in the unmistakable pattern consistent with blunt force trauma. 

Away from all windows, shackles and chains dangled from a hook jutting out of the wall, recently installed, if the spackled wall was any indicator. A bucket, from where a foul stench emanated, was right below the chains. Consistent with the door frame outside of Chief’s bedroom, the decorative mold that wrapped around the walls had been clawed it, leaving bloodied indents that were only highlighted by the pristine white design. Across from those heavy chains was a slender bedside table with a tray askew on top. Pliers, tweezers, scalpels and knives, all mixed with congealed blood- 

“No point in wasting time looking at this shit, Erwin,” Levi stepped in as he saw his face pale. “If the MPs still had questions about motive- between a man with a simple gunshot wound to the head and a woman that was beaten within an inch of her life, dwelling here isn’t going to do anything. Get what you came for and get out.”

Erwin needed that voice of reason- that reminder of purpose as his rage tempted him to act recklessly against the blatantly corrupt. It was why he chose to bring Levi along over Miche or Hange, even. His level head served as an anchor in these moments. Moments when Erwin knew his judgment could be clouded- moments where Lozen could become his blind spot. Others might get thrown off at seeing how deep corruption ran in the supposed “best of the best”. Levi, however, had seen it. Been on the receiving end of that corruption. So, if there was anyone he could trust to bring along, it was Levi. 

Revenge would come. For what they did to his father. For what they did to Lozen. But not yet. He gave Levi a curt nod and turned his back to the ruined bedroom as he moved towards her office. 

It took some searching, combing through the scattered documents, through the upended desk drawers and overturned bookcases before they found where she had hidden away her evidence. Somehow, whomever ransacked Lozen’s office had missed a box nestled in the false bottom of a woven basket. By providence or luck, it somehow remained unnoticed up until Levi’s keen eyes happened upon it. 

“Find something?” Erwin asked over his shoulder as he inspected her writing desk’s hidden compartments. 

Levi pulled out the false bottom of the basket to reveal a locked parfleche of green, red, blue, and white geometric patterns. As he pulled it out of its hiding spot, he asked, “Think it’d be in here?” He tossed the embellished container to Erwin, who caught it in one hand and had the key in the lock in seconds, swift and sure in his movements. His breath caught as the lock disengaged. 

Carefully he opened the container to find stacks of papers- a mix of hastily written notes and observations, copies of receipts taken from Moreno’s ledgers, showing not only the sales and manufacturing of supplies for the interior MP’s special weapons but also the illegal sale of people. She had tracked it all- even the meeting held in secret with lists of who attended, as well as additional information that could be leveraged to keep dissent at a minimum.

Dangerous and useful information. As long as it remained kept in the dark, lost to the world, those that were complicit in their dealings could tie up loose ends with the arrest and death of Lozen Daniella Pierce.  

The question Erwin now faced was how much information would he need to divulge to enact the next step of his plan while mitigating the danger it would inevitably place her in. 

He passed some of the documents to Levi, splitting the work in half as he was left to wonder: what role did Lozen have in all of this? Why had Moreno tortured her if she was complicit, or had she simply played the fool and gathered information in secret? Time and time again, Chief’s request interrupted his thoughts, keeping time with his own beating heart: look after her. 

Hours had passed since Erwin left her in this cell. Since the medic had added to her degradation with a sponge bath before tending to her injuries with a horrified look at the wounds that were no longer caked in dry, cracked blood and grime… Hours alone after receiving a fraction of human interaction, and Lozen wasn’t sure if she liked it better when nobody talked to her- at least she wasn’t at the silly mercy of hope. That mercy that made each second stretch on for eons as uncertainty warred with that damn flicker of light. That Erwin would understand. That he would use discretion with the information she just handed over to him, not knowing whether he would actually return to help. If she was honest with herself, she couldn’t blame him if he left her to her fate.  

It had been through her own selfish desire to protect her family that she inadvertently roped in the Circle and enslaved friends and relatives only to realize it too late. It didn’t matter, the information she gathered, and how it helped him out once in the past, back when Lovof planned to hire someone to kill Erwin. It seemed to help him in the past, but what would he do now? Take it and use it to get further to reaching the truth and atoning for his father, or would he understand and use it sparingly to get her free?

It was Lozen who up and left as soon as news broke about her father’s condition, not bothering to give Erwin a heads up, knowing he would try to convince her to stay for the good of all humanity. And if any of that happened, she wouldn’t be strong enough to tell him no. Back then, she would’ve left her father’s care to the Circle if Erwin had asked her to stay, and even though she had grown stronger and more steadfast in her convictions for autonomy and keeping her family together, that knowledge was a shameful cross to bear. Heavy, even as she moved to Trost to earn money for her father's treatment. Staggering, as a handsome merchant asked her on a date one night after a shift at a pub. Stifling, as she said “I do” to the man she loved but had never wanted to marry. 

Lozen crossed over to the bucket of soapy water and washed her hands before changing the bandages that clung to her body under the scratchy tunic. The sting of removing dirty cloth from a healing wound would hopefully pull her out of her self-loathing, however brief the respite might be.. 

As she tied off the end of the new wraps, footsteps alerted her to an incoming visitor. Her heart sank as she realized it was only one set of footsteps- Erwin had traveled with Levi. It was someone else, and the realization made her muscles tense. Had they come to kill her?

She moved quickly to the back edge of the cell, ducking behind her cot to reach for the needles she’d swiped from the medic and bound together as a makeshift weapon- crude, but it would puncture skin all the same should this visitor decide her time had come. 

The footsteps came to a halt outside of her cell. Taking a deep breath to steal her nerves, she lifted her gaze. 

“Erwin? Where’s Pipsqueak, off glaring at more medics?” She let go of the makeshift weapon to keep it hidden in its place under the thin pillow

He chuckled as he pulled up a chair to sit in front of her cell, just as he had done that morning. “I’ve tasked him with writing an official report based on the information we have to work from.” He must’ve noticed her shifting uncomfortably, because he added, “I will revise the report as needed, but you can trust his discretion.”

It was out of Lozen’s hands, regardless of what they chose to share. She placed her fate in his hands and would face the consequences. Lozen released the breath she was holding and rose to her feet, shuffling over to the door of her cell and into the light, where she sat cross-legged on the cold floor. 

“Did the medic see to you appropriately?”

She shrugged in response. “I’ve discovered how humiliating sponge baths are. Can’t say I’d line up for one again. She did have steady enough hands while she stitched me up, at least, so I suppose it could’ve been worse.”

Lozen listened to him laugh as she stared at her shattered nail beds longingly- there was nothing to chew now…

“I don’t imagine anyone enjoys a sponge bath, but it was necessary. From what I could tell earlier, some of your wounds seemed to be at the beginning stages of infection.”

Another shrug met his observation. “Well, they could’ve let me bathe myself.”

“You are technically a prisoner. You forfeit the right to privacy when you murdered Vincent Moreno.”

She couldn’t help the glare she gave him, icy and venomous in its ferocity. “If you came back, then you know that bastard deserved it. The world became a marginally better place when his heart stopped beating.”

“But you loved him,” there was no doubt in his words, his tone even and matter of fact, as if he was talking about the color of the sky. “You had even been content to let him sow corruption so long as you benefited. What changed-”

“Half of my Circle is gone, Erwin!” Lozen hissed, only to bite her lip to keep herself from saying something she would regret without thinking it through. Carefully choosing her words, she continued, venom barely concealed, “He enslaved them. Put them to work in the mines. I only found out when I followed an informant and saw what remained. All the love I might’ve held for Vincent died in that instant.” 

Tears stung her eyes, summoned by the rage and sorrow that had been summoned by those words as images flashed in her eyes of worn and withered bodies slaved away in darkness. “I confronted him once I had all of the information I needed to either force him into stopping or turn him in, and well… you saw the result.”

Silence passed between them as Erwin studied her face, his eyes lingering for a moment on the cut held together with three stitches that ran through her left eyebrow. Those ice blue eyes melted into springs, reminding her of the soft and caring boy he had been when they first met.

“I believe you, Lozen, and I understand your anger. I am merely impressing upon you the gravity of the situation. The questions you will inevitably face if your evidence comes to light in your upcoming trial.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, nodding a begrudging acceptance, not just to his reasoning but to the distance between them. Lozen had half hoped with the start of the conversation that they could pick up on friendly terms, but it seemed he too developed an exquisitely hard shell- one necessary to survive on their own in the world while pursuing their goals. 

Quietly, a confession fell from chapped lips, “I turned into a cold, calculating monster, Erwin. I deserve to hang, or at the very least rot in a cell. My own ambitions blinded me to anything outside of my immediate reality, and it cost so many lives of the Circle.”

Lozen could see the question bubbling to the surface but hoped he wouldn’t voice it- that he would let it be for the moment. But he was always a seeker of knowledge, so she groaned when he finally asked the question she managed to avoid for six years, “What happened to you, Lozen?”

A choked sound that could’ve been a laugh or a sob came from her as she wrapped her arms protectively around her waist, comforting herself as she rocked back and forth slightly as she began her story.

“After I moved to Trost, initially, word got out that the Circle was without a leader and became a target for smugglers and cutthroats seeking human goods to sell to the highest bidder. When Auntie Rita told me, I wanted to keep everyone safe, but I couldn't be two places at once.  I knew I needed to gain some sort of influence to protect them from a distance, so I placed myself in the sights of an influential merchant- one who reportedly sought only indigenous women at brothels-”

“Moreno?”

Lozen nodded and continued, “He cornered me one night as I left my shift at the pub and asked me to dinner. After a few dates, I made a deal with him: my partnership and information network for the preservation of the Circle. He agreed, and we began our partnership in more than one way. So long as I used my resources, abilities and networks to expand and protect his business, no harm would come to the Circle.

“Over time, what started as a means to an end developed into more. I moved into his house here in Stohess. I began to love him- to trust him. At dinners and galas, he would be an ardent supporter of not just my Circle and their rights and way of life, but the other two as well. He encouraged me to show off my culture, not hide it, as I had been doing at any function or gala. I was a naive fool who played into unwittingly facilitating forced labor. Persuaded to blackmail and, where necessary, kill to ensure success. It was purely by chance- a gut feeling, honestly- that I followed Lord Reiss one evening and discovered the truth- that love was both a chain and a trap…”

Dripping water filled the space left by silence as she waited for Erwin to process her story, abridged as it was. When his furrowed brow smoothed out, Lozen knew he was done reflecting, parsing out what had been omitted the last time they met up in Stohess. 

“The information you gave me two years ago- why share it with me when it went against Vincent’s agenda and operations? Did he know about our meeting?”

Her eyes fell to the stone floor in time with her heart. She knew he would put two and two together, but hoped he would allow her some measure of self-preservation. Another sponge bath would be preferable to this. Again, teeth worried at her bottom lip as she wrung her hands, wincing as they grazed over broken fingernail beds. 

“Did Vincent know at the time that I shared information? No. He only realized when he tried to get me to be a good little girl and keep my mouth shut.” Submit or die. Those were her options presented while she was locked up and tortured. “He knew you were visiting but believed me when I explained how you just wanted to catch up with Chief. In fact, he didn’t realize I knew of Lovof’s plans- if he did, I wouldn’t have been able to meet with you alone back then.”

He hummed in response, letting her continue. “As for why- that feels fairly obvious, Erwin. You just want to hear it from my own lips, I know. So here it is: I might have left six years ago, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care or don’t support you seeking the truth. I wasn’t lying when I told you that two years ago. I may be a monster, but I would never sit idly by when your dream was in danger.”

A half-truth, one she hoped would remain undetected by the crumb of vulnerability she showed. Mercifully, he seemed to accept her answer when he changed the subject. “Are you aware that ‘Pipsqueak’, as you called him, was the one hired to kill me?”

With wide honey-brown eyes, she looked back up at him as he smirked and leaned back in the rickety wooden chair.

“Seriously? What’d he try to do, slice your thigh?” It was a joke, but still. If she had known the small fry was the one tasked with killing Erwin, her information wouldn’t have been shared. 

“It might also surprise you to know that he is being heralded as humanity’s strongest soldier.”

Laughter hurt as cuts, bruises and stitches stretched and contracted with the effort. “Fuck off- ow - that’s that Levi! I figured they just shared a name. He’s seriously stronger than Miche or even you?” 

“Faster and more agile. Quite frankly, I have never seen anyone with his skill.” Admiration laced his words, making Lozen still. “You were right to advocate for him back then, though I am shocked you didn’t actually see him in action before recommending he join the Scouts.”

“It was a gamble, but a well informed one thanks to my network. But do you seriously trust him? You’re sure he’s not playing the long con for some richer noble?”

“I trust him with my life.” Erwin quirked an eyebrow, leaning forward as his blue eyes danced in merriment. “Besides, if that was the case, I would have heard word about it from my information broker.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Yeah, well, I think that information broker is retiring, be it voluntary or involuntary…”

Erwin rose to his feet, offering her a soft smile. “Get some rest, Lozen. We’ll see you in the courthouse tomorrow morning-”

“Wait, aren’t you going to tell me your plan?”

He slung his jacket back over his shoulders as he walked away with nothing more than a, “trust me,” left in his wake. 

‘As if I had any choice’ , she thought sullenly as she made her way to her cot and settled in for the night, one hand gripping the weapon under her pillow as Lozen allowed sleep to claim her.

[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

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[koulakoukoula2003]

Day 3 of requesting erwin smith fucking y/n dumb 👉👈

warnings: dubcon, overstimulation, daddy kink, rough smut, nsfw so sorry for the delay, anon

The wet sound of hips slamming against yours in rhythmic succession. His fat cock barely fitting inside your tiny hole struggling to accommodate him. His face buried in your neck, ruining your skin in bites and purple bruises that stung and hurt. His fingers dug bruises on your hips, your stomach. Your legs were wrapped around him, keeping him close to you, feeling him brush against that delicious spot over and over.

You'd lost count of how many times he'd made you cum tonight. There was a thunderstorm outside. There was a faint light coming from the streets outside and that was it. It was dark, warm, intimate, just the two of you for the next few hours. You buried your face in his hair, fisting your fingers at the roots, pulling on his golden sweaty locks. He was magnificent. He was perfect.

You dug your fingers in the fine muscles of his shoulders. You threw your head back and tried not to scream at how good he felt. He was reaching so deep effortlessly. His veiny arm slipped down between your legs to rub your clit and you were coming at the slightest touch. He rubbed and fucked you hard through your orgasm. Your body arched up off the bed, allowing him to hit that perfect spot over and over. Pretty eyes rolled to the back of your head and your small body shook beneath him.

Without letting you catch your breath, he propped your legs to his shoulders, folded your body in half, and thrust in. You screamed. Pretty face twisted in pain and pleasure as he reached deep. Cockhead prodding your cervix. Beautiful tears run down your cheeks. He slammed a hand to your lips, shutting you up. You shut your eyes and took it like a good girl.

"Are you gonna cum again for daddy?" He leaned down, bringing your knees to your shoulders, kissing your lips, swallowing your shouts. He licked your tears off your cheeks, your eyelashes, watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. He slapped your cheek, bringing you back to reality. "Keep those pretty eyes on me, little girl. Can't pass out on me just yet. I'm not finished with you," he shoved your hand between your bodies to your cunt "Touch yourself and cum for daddy like a good girl."

You sobbed from the overstimulation. Your cunt felt raw and your muscles felt sore from how much he'd folded your body, moulding you to his will like a boneless ragdoll.

It felt so fucking good to be used like this. His helpless little girl, unable to do anything but what he asked. His to use.

Shaky fingers worked on your clit, and he fucked you even harder, hitting against you cervix, knocking out another scream from your hoarse throat and you came so hard. Your body arched for him again, pretty cunt squeezed him so tight, you threw your head back, shut your eyes tight. Your body shook and he groaned, shooting his cum deep inside your cunt, filling you to the brim.

He kissed you, flipped you over so that you were lying on top of him, cock still hard inside of you. He cupped your face, brushing your sweaty hair back, kissing your salty lips and cheeks. Your body was still shaking. He gave you a minute to come down, stared down at you in adoration.

He kissed your forehead, running his calloused hands all over your back, your waist, your hips, your arms.

"My sweet little girl," he spoke against your hair. Strong arms settled on your ass, beginning to move you up and down his cock with slow movements.

"No, daddy, please, too much, I-" you gasped. You pulled yourself off his chest. Your legs closed around him but he only pushed them further apart and pulled you back down to crush against his chest again.

"No such thing for my pretty little girl, is there?" He spoke in your ear. He caught your hair, pulling you up to face him, kissing you when he bent his knees and thrust up into you. You mewled, tried to push your hands against his chest, but he caught them and trapped them behind your back. "Behave little girl," he smacked your ass hard enough to resound in the entire room and a sting spread through your whole body, making your cunt clench around his cock. "Otherwise you and I will be stuck here all night. How many more times do you think I can make you cum, hmm?"

You pressed your cheek against his chest, letting out a pretty sob in desperation. You didn't know if you wanted him to stop or let him fuck you till you were passing out.

Another smack came to that same spot on your eyes, making it sore, and red. You cried out.

"I asked you a question," his voice came strict and frustrated.

"F- Five... more times... daddy...?"

He smirked. You felt his fingers running across your body slowly, one hand still keeping your wrists bound behind your back. You were completely powerless against him. Powerless and limp and all his to use and ruin.

He kept you trapped down against him, bending his knees and setting up another ruthless pace.

"Since you asked so nicely."

[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 🥹

[undersero]

Thirsty.

Pulled from sleep too soon, Hika fitfully opens their eyes, one arm braving the chill outside their sleeping roll to find their canteen. The night around them is silent.

Thirsty.

There it is- Hika’s hands curl around the hard leather of the canteen and pull it to their chest.

Eyes closed, cap off, long drink.

Pause. Breathe. Long drink.

Satisfied, they slide the cap back on and let the canteen fall where it may.

They snuggle back into their bedroll and curl once more into the commander’s sleeping form.

Sleep reclaims Hika quickly in Erwin’s loving and safe embrace.

The Drabble Challenge 2024 | Day 1 of 30: Drink