#erwin smith x oc

[daemontargaryenwhore]

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

Ctto. @h.dante on TikTok 🫶🏻

[koulakoukoula2003]

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

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

[celestialghostwrites]

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

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

[missbubblesoda]

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

erwin x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

wc: 2.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sixty percent in four years. An insane figure”

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

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

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

“We estimate thirty percent will not return”

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

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

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

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

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

“Now you have the cold, hard facts.”

After all the contemplations, it finally clicked.

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

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

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

Why they ‘dedicated their hearts’ as they say.

“That is all.”

Erwin Smith was intriguing. Very intriguing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you willing to die if I ordered to?

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

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

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

I like the look on your face.

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

I don’t want to die.

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

I don’t want to die.

Now it sounded like a complain more than a petition.

I hereby welcome you to the Survey Corps.

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

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next chapter

[atzybutdeluluversion]

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

[peachymilkandcream]

For The Glory Of Humanity|Part 11|Erwin x Reader

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

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Whether it was an acknowledgement of his own shortcomings or if it was simply annoyance at seeing her unhappy face Erwin decided to address her sudden decline in mental health. She wasn't as lively as she could be, and less spirited and interested in bed, she had gone from a frightened fawn to an unfeeling stiff board. Something that wasn't very attractive.

"What's the matter with you?" He had asked suddenly over dinner when she refused to eat.

"I'm sorry?"

Erwin sighs. "Now I know what misery Levi went through- I give you everything, a house, money, anything you could want and you seem to be miserable."

She flushes. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize-"

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you miserable?"

She hesitated. "Well that's hard to say-"

"It's a simple yes or no question."

"I must admit that I get a little bored here all by myself, you're so busy. And I feel...isolated. All of my friends have gone on to ignore me and I have no one to keep me company."

"So you are unhappy."

She sighs. "Yes, Erwin."

A silence passes between them.

"Right then. It seems that I have another one of your problems to fix."

"Oh please don't trouble yourself, I'll be fine. I just need to adjust to this new life. That's all."

"Enough. That's a lie and you know it. I'll sort everything out."

She tried to protest again but it seemed like he wouldn't listen, brushing past her and continuing on his way. It felt like that would become a common theme with them in the future, him making decisions and her going along with them.

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"So there you have my situation Levi." Erwin sat across from him, hating that he needed to come to Levi of all people for advice.

Levi tapped his cigarette on the edge of an ash tray, since his brief argument with his wife which resulted in her near escape he'd taken up the habit for his nerves. "Nothing to worry about Erwin. I've seen it before. She's going through the stages of grief right now. Denial and acceptance are my personal favorites. Not believing anything's wrong to accepting this is how life must be. The stages don't always happen in order so she might be going through the depression phase." He smirks and lets out a chuckle. "Watch out for the anger stage."

"But what can I do about it? She's like a shell of when I met her."

"And it's just not any fun is it."

"That's not what I said."

"But it's what you meant." There was a pause while he brought the cigarette up to his lips. "Face it Erwin, we want our women to keep us entertained. That's all its ever been. A miserable wife isn't a fun one. No spontaneity in bed, no willing affection, hell, no fighting either. It's boring is it not? You and I are the same, we want that fire."

"Yes I suppose you're right."

"It's no secret we hate each other. But we compromise and work together. You helped me with getting my marriage on the right track, let me help you."

"What do you propose?"

"Bring her to Evelyn's social groups."

Erwin raises a brow. "You're letting her go to those?"

He shrugs. "I think she's really learned her lesson. Now that she's recovered some with Isabel's birth I think it did good things for her stability. Besides, Hange goes and can keep an eye on her."

"Really? And it's done her good?"

"She knows she can't be aggressive with me, that's why she has ladies who she can put in her place. It gets that spark out of her so when she comes home she's sweet and docile again. If that's what it takes I can spare her for a few hours once a week."

"Hm. You make a good point. I'll think about it."

"Listen, Evelyn was in your bride's position before. That's a suitable friendship that will influence her to not be a brat. And it's one we can monitor closely. My wife tells me everything, so if she sees her slipping into that angry and rebellious phase, you'll be the first to know."

Erwin smiles. "Thank you Levi, I think I'll take you up on your offer."

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"Erwin I don't know if I want to do this-" She protested while in the carriage.

"You're going to enjoy yourself and make friends. You said you felt isolated did you not? I said I'd take care of it and I have. So be grateful. Besides, Mrs. Ackerman will be there, didn't you want to become friends with her? She'd be a great companion for you."

"That's the thing, everyone I know has said she's changed. Become, aggressive- what if she doesn't like me?"

"She will. You'll be fine. Now get in there."

Mrs. Smith exited the carriage, taking in the house where these groups were hosted. Apparently each of the military wives took turns. It was like walking into a lions den, if not for Erwin's hand on her back pushing her forward then she wouldn't have gone at all. But his presence offered some consolation. That she had a little support from someone she knew.

As they entered she took in the grand but not too grand interior, thankfully for her, this week they weren't meeting at the Ackerman manor. She didn't know if she could handle Mrs. Ackerman in her home environment. Tongue lick a viper they said, cut a man, woman, and child down to bits in an instant. Just like her husband.

A chill went through her as Erwin marched her up to the very woman in her thoughts. Her dress a deep burgundy with makeup to match, hair done in pin curls and jewelry glinting as she moved. The rock of an engagement and wedding ring on her finger making Mrs. Smiths small in comparison.

"Evelyn." Erwin addressed her, making her turn and tilt her head slightly, a barely concealed fake smile on her face.

"Commander Erwin, a pleasure. And your wife Mrs. Smith."

"Yes. My wife is coming to join you ladies from here on out. I trust you'll all be welcoming, she's a little nervous."

Mrs. Smith was red with embarrassment. Did Erwin have to say that? Now Evelyn knew her weakness, and the way she looked at her was like she was ready for the kill.

"Why of course. The more the merrier."

Mrs. Smith wondered if she'd come out of this social gathering alive.

[undersero]

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

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

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

“I’m dying.” Hika says.

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

“It’s killing me.”

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

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

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

The Drabble Challenge 2024 | Day 3 of 30: Unhealthy

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

WIP Wednesday Pt. 2!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[aqua-v3nux]

— CHAPTER ONE: THE NEW RECRUIT.

word count: 866

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

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

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

AMONG THE WALLS MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

[riewritten]

OC ART (´◡`)

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

more at my instragram (hehe)

[daemontargaryenwhore]

[koulakoukoula2003]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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 🥹

[peachymilkandcream]

For The Glory Of Humanity|Part 14|Erwin x Reader

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

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Two weeks had been spent recovering. Erwin had beaten her so thoroughly that she needed plenty of time to recover and more for the bruises to disappear. In that time she hadn't been allowed out of the house. While most of their class regularly beat on their wives there were still few sympathizers to the women who could cause a lot of trouble for the husband's if they were accused of the crime of domestic violence. It was safer for all concerned if she was kept indoors, not that Erwin couldn't bury an allegation but it would damage his image and career since people still didn't trust him.

The only place she was permitted was the Ackerman manor, where she was with Erwin now. Apparently the two had devised a plan for her to witness what a real married couple was like by observing Levi and Evelyn. The thought of finally properly socializing with the Captain who's image Evelyn shattered, and the wife who was no on her home grounds terrified her. Evelyn was sharp as a knife as a guest, but in her own home who knew how the two would behave.

"Erwin, Mrs. Smith. Come in. Captain and Mrs. Ackerman are in the parlor."

A servant showed them in, and Mrs. Smith took in the utter wealth that the two had. Unlike in Erwin's case, this home hadn't been ransacked during the rebellion of the Jeagerists. Evelyn being a prominent member in the rebellion had gotten them to leave alone the sheer wealth that they had while Erwin had most of his valuables taken.

To live in such luxury while hundreds still felt the effects of the Rumbling was almost sickening, while her family had been wealthy she doubted anyone but the Queen rivalled in this display of wealth.

As told, Captain and Mrs. Ackerman were in the parlor, a young boy on his father's lap and a daughter in her mother's arms. Neither bothered the courtesy of standing for their guests, and she felt like a fool for offering a curtsy when Erwin didn't show any sign of respect for either.

"Please, sit." Levi spoke, gesturing to them both.

Once settled he turns his attention solely on Mrs. Smith, his stare intimidating and aggressive. "I can tell by those you've learned your lesson in blatant disobedience."

She flushes, suddenly even more self-conscious of her bruises.

"Evelyn had to go through that herself a few times before the lessons stuck. So I suggested to Erwin that my wife show you how to manage being married since we all know your sorry excuse for parents weren't of much help."

She opens her mouth to protest such a painting of her parent's character but Evelyn grabs a bit of her arm and pinches it hard, a silent warning to shut up.

"No objections? Wonderful. You two may go Evelyn."

On cue she rises, pulling the other woman with her. After leaving the room she can see Evelyn sigh in slight relief, façade slowly melting away.

"How do you bear it? He treats you like a dog, ordering you around-"

"You'll hush your mouth. I don't enjoy getting beaten and I won't have some privileged brat mucking up things for me." Evelyn hissed.

She was stunned into a silence. "But I thought-"

"Thought what? That I care one bit about you and your fate? I don't. It fits that Erwin is the way he is, I saw it from a mile away. He told Levi that you came onto him, so it's your own damn fault if you're miserable. My job today is to show you how I get by, that's it. If you don't have the balls for being the wife of a military man run on home to mommy and let her throw you out again."

She frowns. "Having balls is allowing abuse?"

Evelyn doesn't answer, launching silently into making sure a table is set perfectly before your husband comes home and how maids and servants don't always do it right.

The silence annoyed her. "Tell me Mrs. Ackerman, I remember you being a fighter who stood up to anyone and everyone who came in your path. You were different back then, you didn't care for high society, you were an officer who preferred the common cadets. What happened that made you change so much?"

"I grew up. Thinking only friendship and living good while you can matters is for a child to think."

"Did you grow up? I think you grew weak, to know what a fellow woman was getting into and letting her do it anyway with no warning is the highest form of cowardly-"

She was cut off by Evelyn's fit of rage, grabbing her hair and ramming her face into the wall.

"Where were you? Huh!? Where were any of you when I did the same thing!? You didn't give a fuck about me why should I about you!? Do us all a favor and die already so I don't have to hear your mouth!"

Servants rush in at the commotion and pull the two apart before Levi and Erwin enter the room.

"What on earth happened here!" Erwin demanded, assessing the damage done to his wife.

"The bitch provoked me." Evelyn spat. "She called you abusive Erwin, same with Levi. And as a good wife I stood up for my husband."

Erwin frowned, annoyed that this was done, but if she could provoke Evelyn to such anger then she must have said something bad. "I see. Well we'll deal with this outrage at home. I hope no hard feelings are kept and I'll make apology on behalf of my wife. I trust you can look past this Evelyn and take her back into your friendship?"

Evelyn smirks, knowing the real reason for his cowering is because the Ackermans are the only thing keeping his career alive. "Naturally. I'm a forgiving woman, and as long as Levi's satisfied then so am I."

Levi nods in agreement. "Honors were defended, I see no reason to hold a grudge."

She watched the three of them looking at her as a stupid child who didn't know better. Enraged that Erwin would make apology on her behalf. But she didn't say a word, too upset to think of what to retort with. This is what her life would be, be bullied on all sides with no support. It was upsetting but this was to be her life.

Till death do us part.