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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 months
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boyfriend erwin smith headcanons
- definitely has a very hearty laugh he saves just for you
- isn’t super into PDA but will have a gentle guiding hand on the small of your back
- he’s super into his work, often coming home late but makes sure to give you a kiss on your forehead while you’re snoozin
- walks around the house in just a towel after his showers!!!
- makes some mean chocolate chip pancakes
- surprisingly loves to bake all types of cookies for the holidays
- would definitely take pictures in matching sweaters for christmas cards
- will always zip up your dress or help fasten jewelry
- so enjoys barnes n nobles
- uses a ungodly amount of hairgel
- ^ super into his personal hygiene, always clean shaven and smellin so good
- quality time is his love language, loves to be in the same room with you as you both do your own thing
- you’re cooking dinner? he’s doing the dishes. you’re throwing in a load of laundry? he’ll fold em. this is a 50/50 relationship baby
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tonilovessushi · 10 months
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AOT boys favorite body part of them and their gf ?
includes: erwin, eren, armin, porco, reiner, levi
My cat is currently purring next to me.
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ERWIN
i was just about to make the obvious dumb joke, but no, i'm serious now, dead serious in fact, so... erwin just really likes your lips, not just in the 'i love to kiss my girlfriend' way but in a way that he craves them so much. kisses mean kind of a lot to him because he sees lips as a really meaningful thing and using them is a really meaningful act to him. it's reserved for sweet, private moments so it is kind of the opposite of the endless battle of gore and death that is his job. it also doesn't matter if it's a full make out session or a lil peck, just the feeling of your lips is enough to relax him. also he lowkey loses his shit a little whenever you wear lipstick or lipgloss.
EREN
eren thinks your hair is really cool. whatever kind of hair you have. he loves how it smells of you, so he sometimes just buries his nose in it and inhaaaaaales. he braids your hair. small braids if you have short hair. Gets a lot more confident about it over time, his first few ones were a catastrophe, but over time he takes on really hard ones. They still look like shit mostly but sometimes he manages a good hairstyle and boy is he proud of himself. he has to show his friends immediately how pretty he has made you look. he falls asleep with his nose in your hair.
ARMIN
armin is a fan of your shoulders and neck. when you guys cuddle, he has his face buried there and he just loves how warm they are and how good he can hide in them. will also seek refuge in the crook of your neck when he's emberassed so you don't see his red face. when you share a bed he's falling asleep with his lips attached to your neck. he likes to massage your shoulders and neck, too, just anything that's good for you. it's a special thing that, to him, is the indicator of how close your bond is.
PORCO
porco especially likes your belly. he falls asleep on it. no, srly, he loves to rest his head on your stomach. he loves how soft it is and will lazily smother it with kisses. except for when he's tired. then, he simply begins to snore and it's impossible to get his head off your body because even though he is asleep, he just holds onto you you more tightly if you try to wiggle out of his grasp and no one will be able to help you. he likes squishing your belly casually if you're both in a meeting and his hand will sneak under your shirt as soon as no one watches you two.
REINER
it sounds cliché but what reiner loves most is your eyes. they calm him down really well and give him that sense of security that he lacks. he's super cheeky about it and doesn't even know it. will continuously make comment about just how beautiful your eyes are. sometimes he just stares at them like a weirdo even if you aren't looking at him. whatever color your eyes are, it's his favorite color. is also eager to help you with your eye makeup even though he kinda likes you best without it.
LEVI
levi likes thighs a lot, especially yours. he just likes grabbing them and massaging them. when he works, he will have you sit next to him and write down his report with his right hand and his left hand squeezes your thigh. if you look like you're about to stand up, he pinches your thigh so you don't. if you feel down and he comforts you, he does it by massaging your thigh. it's calming for him, too. it's a sign of trust and affection which is sometimes hard for him to express. levi doesn't really do pda, but when it comes to touching in public, he does so by having a hand on your thigh under the table constantly.
levi also likes your hands. he treats your hands like fragile pieces of art. the way he caresses them and traces the little scars on them with one finger is so careful. his incredibly rough hand softly caresses yours like a gush of wind. he's not really the holding hands type but this worshipping of your hands is his shit. he doesn't like his hands very much, whereas yours are perfection to him that he just has to pay attention to. he shows his softer side through this kind of touch.
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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erwin is the definition of dilf with no kids like this man is old school as fuck. definitely calls you sweetheart and honey. makes you tea with a side of ibuprofen in the morning because ain’t nothing old about his sex drive baby
look…LOOK! papa erwin? That man is from a lost breed of men we ain’t gone never see in our lifetime 😭 fine, rich and funny. This man SPOILS you so badly, it don’t make sense. Like you said, straight from the old school! I’m talking comes to the doorstep with flowers in hand and kisses it when he greets you. Ain’t no sneaky links or dating apps around him. If he wants to see you, he’s always weary of your time. Once you let him know that schedule is open, oh baby wastes no time preparing to woo you. “I’ve planned a wonderful evening for us. Reservations at that place I heard you talking about at eight and a boat ride around the city? How’s that sound?” And you just wanna cry because where did this man come from?! One thing about Mr. Smith, he stays looking good and smelling even better. Button downs, slacks, gold wristwatches and Tom Ford cologne. Never catch him looking shabby even on an off day. When you go out, it’s the finest that his money can buy. Top shelf wine, fancy entrees..the works. And there ain’t no $200 date debates. He gone run it all up for his lady. Bill splitting? Please. If you pull that purse out in front of him, he’d stare at you like you’d lost your mind! “(Y/N) sweetheart, your money is no good around me. What type of man would make a woman pay for a date?” The evening is literally perfect. The two of you explore the town from his yacht cause yes, big daddy got it like that! you already know. Holding you close and constantly pouring on compliments. It’s not until he gets you alone does that sweet, seemingly shy demeanor fades and that freak he’s been waiting to unleash on the right woman comes out.
you’ll be kissing all over one another, touching and being all handsy. Sitting on the couch in his spacious living room, where he gently disrobes you..layer by layer peeling off that sexy dress and even sexier lingerie underneath, you wore just for him. He’s complimenting you on your skin, telling you how soft and beautiful you are…ugh he’s the sweetest. But that’s nothing when he starts to lick and kiss on your neck, work his hands up your body and massaging between your thighs. You’d expect him to be into more vanilla sex…that even though he was absolutely perfect in every aspect, he had to at least lack in that department. Not the case at all! This man’s head game is literally lethal; putting it in his face and feasting until you start coming all over his mouth. “Don’t run from me, darling. I’m not done yet..” giving you a stern look with his fingers locked into your own. He folds you in about five different positions; from missionary to where he constantly dotes on how beautiful you are. Wiping away your tears when it becomes too much. “Just breathe with me, okay?” To giving some very heavy backshots and even hitting from the side with a hand to your throat. Mr. Smith is no amateur, baby! By the time you finished, your lashes are stuck to your forehead, you’re breathing heavy and have his sheets fucked up. He makes sure you’re okay, doing after care like no other man ever has. Wanting to ensure that you’re fine before you go to sleep. And even wakes you up with breakfast in the morning! Yeah, he’s husband material for sure.
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ohimsummer · 1 year
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WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU (boy vers!)
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—   jean, armin, connie eren, levi, erwin
—  fluff, modern! au, a little explicit language
[fem + hange vers!]
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: ̗̀➛ JEAN
He denies his crush on you at every turn. You’re his friend! Of course he likes hugging you and hanging out at your house late into the night, long after everyone else has went home. Jean tries to convince himself that everyone feels this way about their friends, or that it’s just a phase that will pass. Everyone has let their imagination run wild and wondered what it’d be like to start a family with their best friend!...right?
: ̗̀➛ ARMIN
Armin tries to distract himself from you, but always finds himself in your presence. Just as he’s rid himself of thoughts of your smile, your laugh, your pretty face, and can finally focus on his studies in the library, there you are: not even acknowledging him as you’re too intent on finding a specific book amongst the shelves. And there his thoughts go again, racing and wild and rampant with you.
: ̗̀➛ CONNIE
He sort of feels you wouldn’t like him back? You two are just friends, and best friends at that; he wouldn’t want to ruin your relationship by making things awkward with his feelings, so he just resorts to joking about it. Offers to be your boyfriend when you complain to him about some guy you stopped seeing, but is quick to go “I’m kidding!” when you look over at him. He always tries to play these things off, but you can tell by the way he looks at you sometimes that he’s an utter faker.
: ̗̀➛ EREN
Eren is frustrated with his feelings. He’s constantly fighting with himself that he doesn’t like you. You’re his best friend, no he doesn’t have fucking feelings for you?? Sometimes, you wonder why he pulls away from you so abruptly, or grumpily avoids eye contact with you while poorly hiding the red tint on his cheeks. He’s mentioned before that he doesn’t have feelings for you, so is he sick? Lovesick, maybe.
: ̗̀➛ LEVI
Levi shoves his feelings deep, deep down, and tries to treat you as he treats everyone else. But, no matter how much he forces himself to call you annoying, or shrug you off of him when you show him any physical affection, he struggles not to give in to your company, or give you such a soft look whenever he listens to you talk. He can’t help gazing at you in such a loving way, but you’ll never actually catch him looking at you this way.
: ̗̀➛ ERWIN
Similar to Armin, Erwin attempts to distract himself with work. He’ll spend long hours in the office and drown himself in paperwork when he gets home, but it doesn’t stop the visions of you from infiltrating his head whenever he’s not scribbling and reading over papers. You occupy every corner of his mind; he’ll find himself frozen and hunched over his desk, only to realize he was thinking of you, that gorgeous person working on the floor above him. 
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antoxsmith · 1 year
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Desire
Warnings – NSFW under the cut, just Erwin going feral, reader's gender is not specified!
Pairings - Erwin x Reader
Summary – Erwin couldn't understand what happened to him every time you were close to him.
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Erwin hates to admit it to himself, but he longs to hear your voice and smell your perfume. He longs to the long meetings, sometimes making them even longer, just so that he can see you. He longs to look into your eyes, he longs to hear your innovative ideas, always so bright and creative. Erwin, whom smiles to himself when he hears your voice in the distance, and turns around swiftly when he hears someone making you laugh a little too hard.
Erwin, that finds himself putting you in the safest position in expeditions, forming any excuses in his brain for these actions. Erwin, whose heart almost stops when he couldn’t find you after a titan attack, and huffs relieved when he sees you alright; his thoughts clearing up after the paranoic reaction he had to your disappearance. He turns around uncomfortably, hoping no one noticed the object of his fear, recomposing himself whilst he reprimanded himself mentally for it.
Still, he tries; he really does try to not talk to you anymore or at least tries to communicate in the same way he does with everyone. But he fails. His stoic and serious demeanor changes, sometimes he gets tangled with the words; something that never happens to him. He has to force himself to not look at you, not even when you ask something directly to him. He hopes you won't take it as an offense, but he can't trust himself when you are there and he can’t trust himself to not get all flustered if he looks into your eyes. It was embarrassing, really, that he had to resort to such methods when he had never had an issue with hiding what he felt.
Even after all of that, he can't begin to accept that he's romantically interested in you, that he has taken a liking to you and that he likes you more and more with every passing day; and that he dies inside a little bit every time he has to force himself to look away from you. He can't. He won't. He might be very analytical and structured, but, when it came to his own feelings, he was lost. He had no idea what was happening to him.
Until, of course, he had to understand. Because he woke up sweating, rutting against his own mattress, because he had had a dream about you. It downed on him that he was into you, and the weight of that realization was just too much for him to refuse at 3am. He just gave into it and groaned your name as his hand wrapped furiously around his length, moving it up and down as his own precum helped him go faster. He sighed, his neck arching back, as he closed his eyes and imagined you.
In his dream, he had seen you sprawled on his desk, you moaning helplessly as he marked your body with his lips and slid his cock between your plush thighs. It was one of those realistic dreams, he could still hear your moans, smell your sweet scent, he could even remember how it felt to touch your naked skin. How you had gripped his shoulders as he sucked your skin into his mouth, how you gasped when he thrusted harder. That memory alone was enough for him to come undone, his lips parting in a silent moan, his hips thrusting on their own frantically as he imagined coating your body with his warm seed.
When he came back to earth and the actual realization hit him, he had been so embarrassed that he promised himself it wouldn't happen again. He couldn't let himself be controlled by his lewd thoughts, and he couldn't transform you into an object of lust; let alone act like a teenager and masturbate to his erotic dreams. He reprimanded himself for imagining a comrade in that position, sighing as he tried to go back to sleep after cleaning up.
However, of course, these thoughts didn’t stop. Almost every night, he was tortured with your smile and your moans, your body on top of him; your body in front of him; your body under him; your body being completely possessed by him in these dreams that were becoming more and more frequent. He woke up sweaty, messy; sometimes he woke up in the morning with his seed already on the bed.
And then he had to go back to work and be tortured with your presence, with your beautiful eyes and your various skills. He wished you weren’t so special, that you were just like everyone else. But you weren’t, and he didn’t know what to do with these desires in his head.
Erwin, the Commander of the Survey Corps, who finally decides to come closer to you; his comrade. Erwin, that can see your eyes twinkling when you look at him, and he allows himself to wonder if you like him back, studying your every move. Erwin, that starts calling you in when he’s alone, masking it as if he needed your approval on something. Erwin, making those calls later and later into the night. Erwin, that one starry night, after too much work and one glass of whiskey, decides to pull you close and kiss you. Erwin, that sighs when you kiss him back, and almost goes mad with desire when you pull him closer and bite his lip sensually; groaning as he leans down and captures you between his arms and the wall, kissing you with his warm lips; the faint flavor of whiskey in his mouth as your tongues meet.
Erwin, that has to physically stop himself with a pinch on his own flesh that brought him back to calmness. He didn’t want to startle you, he couldn’t try more than this, it was dangerous, it was self-destructing and it would affect you more than it would affect him; it was selfish. It was wrong, what was he thinking?
But it was done. And from the look in your eyes, it didn’t seem like you wanted him to stop. It was only after a sigh, a sweet devoted sigh from you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and the tips of your fingers grazed his skin; that he thought ‘fuck it’, leaning down and kissing you passionately again, like the obsessed man he was when it came to you.
Every time you opened your lips to speak, sigh, or moan; it drove him crazier. Your sweet gasps as he kissed your jaw, your neck, your chest… the small callings of his name, the haze in your half-lidded eyes as he took you to his bed; this same bed where he had pleasured himself many nights at the thought of you. He wanted to possess you, to engulf you, to keep you. It was almost feral, he had forgotten how to speak; he could only grunt, groan and moan as he touched every inch of your body. Then you would tell him “I’ve always wanted this”, “I’ve been waiting for you to touch me”, “Please don’t stop”; and he would close his eyelids with a longing furrowing of his eyebrows as his eyes would roll back with pleasure. Was he really getting off just at the sounds you were making? Was he really so desperate for you that he was already leaking precum before even thrusting into you?
Yes, he was. You had him in a chokehold and he loved it. Giving in into his most primal wishes without caring for anything else, and seeing that you liked it; it clouded his mind and left him with only desire.
I might make a part 2 hehe
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crazychaoticizzy · 6 months
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I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship Part 2
feat. Levi, Erwin, Hange, Reiner
Part 1
Continuation of that one trend that was popular forever ago because why not
WARNINGS: fluffy, Hange is written with they/them pronouns
Word Count: 683
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LEVI ACKERMAN
He will literally just stare at you with a straight face
Let’s be real he probably doesn’t care (I’M SORRY-)
And it ends and there’s no more audio and your phone is still recording as you just kind of stare back at him
You hold intense eye contact for what feels like literal hours before you grab your phone from the kitchen counter and stop
You awkwardly apologize and play it off as wanting to do a funny video before running off to the bathroom and beating yourself up over this
When you finally calm down you walk out and tell Levi that your roommate called and they need help with something
He most likely will never bring it up again and if/when one of you ask the other out. he’s gonna pretend that’s the first time anything feeling related had been done
But in theory if he does care, don’t be surprised when the next day there’s flowers on your counter that your roommate brought in
Theres a handwritten note hidden in the blossoms that has the kind beautiful poetic writing that people dream of getting (he asked Hange what to write and they found something on Pinterest)
It practically summed up that he would like to be more than friends as well, and asked you out to dinner
Of course, it was fron Levi
And of course you accepted his dinner date
ERWIN SMITH
He had zero clue what you’re doing
Honestly I don’t even think he noticed cause he was working on paperwork or something
He probably heard the sound but didn’t register it and just said “Y/n, I’m working”
It’s a lesson to not bother him while he’s working and actually talk to him when you have his attention 💀
So the trend didn’t work but hey you actually talked to him about it later!
And hey he probably returns those feelings and starts slacking off a tiny bit for you 🤷🏻‍♀️
But yes afterwards you actually confess to him and he is appalled
But he does like you back and so he kisses your hand and asks you out like the gentleman he is
HANGE ZOË
Hange was actually escatic
Like jumping off the walls escatic
Y’all were on a walk in the park and you suddenly stopped and told them you wanted to film a cute video because the scenery was nice
They were kind of confused at first but then the sound played more and they jumped up and wrapped their arms around you so tight you swear you saw Jesus for a moment
They gave you a big, sloppy smooch so close to your mouth they almost kissed your lips
And then they kind of lifted you off the ground and yelled that they like you, too
You got some weird looks but it doesn’t matter because they kissed your cheek again and said “you’re my significant other now” with the cheekiest smile it was so cute
And y’all turned your walk into a cute date and lived happily ever after
REINER BRAUN
You guys were making pumpkin bread (mostly because I’m craving that right now but that’s unimportant)
You literally got your phone out while you were stirring the batter and started to set it up
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
And then you told him immediately after you wanted to make a tiktok and he just let you
He was listening to the sound in case it was one of those traps where you played the pornhub theme to get his reaction
And he watched as you set it up directly in front of where he was making the sugar topping for the loaf
A smile crossed his face when he recognized the audio and he glanced down at you when you wrapped your arms around him
He brushed the sugar off his fingers and put his hand under your chin, tilting your head up
You were immediately flustered and almost regretted doing it because oh my god-
And then he kissed you
Right on camera
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Hi can I please get an Erwin x secret wife reader? Just a lot of fluff and how the scouts finds out that their commander is a married man. Thank you
homie... this is the cutest ask ever oh my god i'm fucking giggling over this and i'm not even an erwin girly
summary: erwin smith x secret wife reader: meeting, married life, and the discovery word count: 1.449 setting: canonverse fem!reader warnings: season 2 & 3 spoilers
when erwin smith met you, not even his resolve to stay away from relationships could stop him from falling in love. and somewhat unfortunately, there was no stopping you from loving him back.
frankly, your relationship was the last thing erwin wanted. being a scout, the commander of the scouts nonetheless, meant that tomorrow was never promised. with the disproportionately slim chance of surviving his career until retirement, he had made a silent promise to stay away from love. of course, meeting you changed that in spite of his better judgement...
-it was shortly after erwin had been named the new commander of the scouts. after is appointment, he often went and got a beer at this small tavern in one of sina's outlier districts so he could try to organize his thoughts
-you were the one to approach him, asking if he was alright because he looked a little dejected. erwin, always hellbent on demonstrating his strength, overcompensated a little bit and exuded a little too much of his illusive confidence
-you laughed at him and told him that he acts like a politician
-it wasn't often that someone saw through him, he found it intriguing. you talked for awhile that nigh, expecting to go your separate ways, but you ran into him there a few more times, and when you did, you would sit together and talk. eventually, you organized some cafe dates on sunday mornings. you didn't actually know who he was until your fifth or sixth meeting, which was funny to you because he never thought to mention it, and funny to him because he thought you knew all along
-you made him realize that there was more to life than discovering the unknown- that there was a lot of value in what he already had. he made you think more about your existence in the walls. you challenged each other
-within a year of meeting, you were married. you decided that if you were determined to be in a relationship, it was best that you went all in since time might end up being short
-married life with erwin doesn't always feel like married life. there's a lot of being alone for both of you while he's away on missions or in other districts for planning and other administrative tasks
-he sends you letters if he's away for more than a week. they are not very emotional letters and they don't ever detail anything specific about people, just events. but he is sure to tell you about the things he thinks you would enjoy the most- like how he saw a sunset that reminded him of one you watched together early in your relationship
-he's the type to be like "i'm not a romantic, but.." and then write something really gushy lol
-when he gets home, he likes to bake those cookies that are shaped like flowers with jam in the middle. he has mastered his family recipe for them. he feels like it's a nice way to show you how much he still cares about you after being away from home for so long
-when you're together, he tries to be very present with you. he enjoys cooking meals together and playing card games
-his love language is acts of service so he really wants to make you feel at ease when he's home because he's sure it stresses you out a lot when he isn't. he ends up doing a lot around the house, even if nothing really needs to be done. like especially on longer stretches of being home, he would start home improvement projects if there was nothing to clean or help with. somehow, he always finishes them even if it's at the expense of a decent night's sleep
-he has a home office, but he does his best to only do work after you've gone to sleep/before you wake up if it's his day off (this man is always working :( even if he doesn't have a deadline)
-you don't usually go out on the town. it's exhausting travelling as much as he does, so he likes to feel like he has a real home base and spend a lot of time there
-definitely "lets" you win arguments, but he still thinks you're wrong lol
-he is a bath man. like he spends an unhealthy amount of time in the tub if he has the time for it. he likes salts that help with soreness and he likes when you take them together so you can just talk about your day
-if you were part of something like a book club/knitting group/something where other women get together and do granny activities, erwin loves when you host. he is making cocktails/tea and hanging out with you all to get the latest gossip. he doesn't like to interact with too many of his coworkers bc he doesn't want to get attached lmao, but he loves knowing the neighborhood tea
-"ingrid, waiting for him to come to his senses is a waste of your time. you deserve someone who respects you." (needless to say, everyone loves him.)
-because of stuff like this, you aren't exactly secretly married. like your family and friends all know that you are married to the scouts' commander, they just know better than to run their mouth about it. erwin just never talks about his personal life at work
-his section commanders all know, but they were all super shocked to find out. everyone would have been up late working on a plan or something and he finally tells them to go home. someone would have asked a last minute question and he's like, "tomorrow. i'm late for dinner." and hange is the only one bold enough to be like, "haha, you got a secret wife or something?" and he just raises a thick eyebrow like "my wife isn't a secret."
-everyone was shook and waited for him to leave to talk about it and try to figure out the lore
-levi found out later, awhile after he joined the scouts when he heard everyone gossiping about you two. he pretended he didn't care but the man was shocked
-you might meet a few section commanders/captains over the years by picking him up at work for a date or eating lunch with him in his office when he's in the capital, but the introduction is always brief and it's never long enough for you to get to know anyone
-any day that you plan to visit him at work, he calls miche into his office beforehand and tells him that he's not allowed to sniff you in the event that you meet
-when erwin loses his arm and levi finds out, he's obviously pissed that he couldn't have been there to help, but all he ends up saying at first is "sucks for the mrs."
-when erwin comes home for the first time after this, he almost feels embarrassed that he can't be doing things on his own, and terrible that he can't do things for you like usual. tbh, he'd ve kind of aloof at first bc mans is avoidant, so you'd have to show him that you're not throwing in the towel
-it's a massive moment of vulnerability for him when you help him out with things that used to be second nature, like buttoning his shirt and writing. however, he spends a lot of time at home while he's healing and although there are some moments of tension, you grow together a lot
-hange would offhandedly mention you at the beginning of the events of season 3, like half joking and half curious. "you think erwin's wife is gonna leave him? he lost an arm and now he's in prison. that's gotta test the ol' vows."
-levi would glare at them in utter disbelief like ?? "honestly, shitty glasses. where do you get the nerve?" and sasha and connie would overhear and look at each other and just go off the rails trying to piece it all together, like trying to figure out if they missed signs or smth
-levi squad uses this as a distraction from the horrors of humanity within the walls :D
-overall, erwin values you and your relationship above any other relationship he has. he wants to protect you from getting attached to his coworkers because it's bad enough that you fell in love in the first place. he considers your relationship the most selfish and self indulgent thing he's taken part in, but he can't bring himself to feel remorse because you're impossible not to love and he wants you waiting for him when he gets home
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bleubrri · 2 years
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۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴏɴ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ
ft jean, armin, erwin, levi, eren
contains: afab!reader, exhibitionism, swearing, cockwarming, cunnilingus, thigh riding, squirting, brief mention of fingering + vaginal sex, eren being a lil possessive, fun in the sun :D
[mature content]
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༄ؘ JEAN KIRSTEIN
as soon as you step off of the plane he’s lathering on spf 50, and he’s still sunburnt by the time you get to the resort. his suitcase is filled with nothing but neon print shirts that he never buttons and board shorts, the kind that hang deliciously low on his waist. he teases you about your staring all day, looking over his sunglasses and asking, ‘you done drooling over there?’ as if he can blame you when his deep v line and tanned chest are on full display.
he makes you wait until evening because, yes, he loves to tease, but the nightlife is also one of his favourite things. you two own karaoke, your combined vocals accompanied by the dance routine that you have for 24K Magic (by the end of the week everyone is sick of y’all). he gets himself all worked up when he convinces you to go to the local clubs- the dress that hugs your figure and the sway of your body as you dance with him makes his pants tighten in lust.
you’ve barely shut the door to the hotel room before he’s pressing you against it and shoving his thigh between your legs. you’re groaning into his mouth as you grind against him and your tongues fight to taste more of each other. your slick folds soak the fabric and coat the edge of his shorts making him smile into the kiss and slide your lacy underwear down to your ankles. he’s on his knees in a flash, throwing your leg over his shoulder and licking a long, achingly slow stripe up your slit. your insides flutter around him craving more, but Jean can never get enough of the sweet, tangy taste of you and the pressure of your thighs around his head. his nose brushes against your clit with his relentless urge to be deeper, but it’s the warmth from his eager tongue surrounding the spongy spot deep inside your gooey walls that has you seeing stars. he doesn’t stop until you’re gushing around him, leaving the bottom half of his face dripping with your essence.
༄ؘ ARMIN ARLERT
he loves the beach (duh), so you’re making a beeline to the shore as soon as the ocean’s in sight. he always looks so peaceful, so content when he closes his eyes and the wind blows his golden locks under the sun. the sparkling azure of the water is breathtaking as you both stand up to your calves in the waves, yet you still don’t think it compares to the cool cerulean of the eyes that you fell in love with.
you fling your legs over the sun-lounger and don’t even get to reach for your beach shawl before Armin’s sitting up aswell. ‘where are you going?’ ‘i’m just getting a drink––’ ‘i’ll get it.’ he says, kissing you quickly and jogging over to the bar before you can even respond. he comes back with two of your favourite cocktails and a devastating smile on his face. you take the drinks from him and place them on the side table, turning and wrapping your hands round his neck. ‘i don’t deserve you.’ he ghosts his lips over yours, muttering that ‘you deserve everything, love.’
the third alarm you’ve set is silenced as you blindly feel around for your phone. Armin’s arms are wrapped around your waist, and he peppers kisses to the crook of your neck, reminding you that the breakfast buffet only has an hour left. you can feel his morning wood pressing against your ass and even in your drowsiness you subtly grind against him, making his breath hitch. you raise one of your legs so that your knee is bent against the mattress and he seems to get the message, slipping out of his boxers. you’re smirking as you hear him holding back a groan, gently sliding his flushed tip against your folds. he sheathes himself inside your heat, his hips a comforting weight behind you. his arms wrap tighter around you and his teeth graze the shell of your ear. ‘just five more minutes.’ he whispers.
༄ؘ ERWIN SMITH
dad energy to the absolute maximum. hawaiian print swim trunks, an inflatable pool ring and the ugliest sunglasses known to man that he somehow makes work. says ‘let’s get this show on the road’ and claps his hands before you go anywhere. you both play marco polo in the pool, he beats you at poker and blackjack every night, and the sight of his golden skin lathered in oil after your couples massage has you licking your lips and playfully squeezing his ass (he looks unimpressed but his cheeks are tinged pink).
salsa night is the highlight of the week–– Erwin’s large palms rest on your hips as you both sway and step to the rhythmic beat of the music. his hands snake around to your back and you raise your brows and smirk as you feel one of them lower to the curve of your ass. he pulls you in close and your hand on the nape of his neck drags him down so that your lips are barely touching. the taste of the countless tequila shots from earlier linger on your lips as you share a slow, chaste kiss. his smile is easy and his fingers gentle as he caresses your cheek and steals another peck on your mouth before he swings you round in the air, his hold on your hips firm. bashful laughter bubbles up from you as he dips you once your feet are back on the ground, one hand in yours and the other radiating warmth on your lower back. ‘you’re so corny you know that?’ you grin.
༄ؘ LEVI ACKERMAN
‘don’t touch anything.’ he says as soon as you step into the hotel room. ‘just let me clea–– oi! bags on the table, not the floor.’ he frowns, rummaging in his carry on for his travel cleaning essentials kit. once you get settled (which entails you ensuring him that he doesn’t need to ask for new curtains for gods sake) he eases up and starts to relax. he’s not a fan of any major PDA, but he holds onto your hand everywhere, squeezing it occasionally as if to remind himself that you’re there with him.
complains the whole time you’re at the beach because the ‘goddamn sand gets everywhere’ and ‘do you know how many people piss in the ocean?’. though he has to admit it’s quite a sight seeing you emerge from the water, skin glistening in the sunlight as droplets roll down your body. quite a sight indeed.
he loves visiting historical sites wherever you go, he finds it’s a nice break from the modern comforts of the tourist areas. you both think it’s important to learn about the culture of the area you’re in–– you’re trying new local dishes everyday and exploring without a map, which is about as spontaneous as Levi gets. he loves watching you browse the market stalls, eyes lighting up when you turn and point at something or tug him over to see some overpriced souvenir, ‘hey Levi look at this!’ ‘isn’t this so cute?’ ‘Levi, d’you think i should get this?’ he’s wasted a lot of cash buying shitty snow globes and keychains in favour of seeing your contagious smile as you lace your fingers in his and press a kiss over his knuckles before dragging him further into the market.
༄ؘ EREN JAEGER
a very strong swimmer–– loves going deep sea diving, snorkelling, boat rides, all that jazz. he always reads the notice boards in the hotel reception to see what activities you two can do. he takes you windsurfing, dirt biking, parasailing–– he loves the adrenaline rush almost as much as he loves adventuring with you.
sundress season is his favourite time of year. he. cannot. keep. his. hands. off. you. your flowy maxi skirts, cute little shorts and string bikinis have him leaking into his goddamn shorts. he himself is surprised with his libido, but you look so fucking hot. everywhere you two go he’s pawing at you, justifying it with ‘so what if we get caught? babe, we’re never gonna see these people again!’
his hand creeps up your thigh until he’s knuckle-deep in your cunt while you two are stuck at the top of the ferris wheel. anytime you go back to the room, he’s got you sprawled out on the bed and panting beneath him. he waited until a group of guys that were eyeing you at the bar were snorkelling in the water near where you were both swimming before pushing your bikini bottoms aside and shallowly exploring your folds, as if he didn’t know them like the back of his hand already. you roll your eyes and dunk him under the water once you realise what he’s up to, ‘you’re ridiculous.’ you say, watching him flick his wet hair out of his eyes. he grins his crooked grin and dives under the waves, coming back up while grabbing your legs so that you’re sitting on his shoulders. his broad build makes the water surge around you and has you shrieking and laughing with him.
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Take me home || E.S.
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Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: I don’t think there are any??
Look, let’s just all pretend he’s still alive, because god damn it I miss him 😭😭
It’d been 4 years since Erwin had seen you last. He’d barely managed to survive the battle of Shinganshina, but it felt like a part of him had died when you never returned. They never even found your body among the wreckage, they’d searched for days, coming up empty handed each time.
There was nothing left for him to do but assume the worst had happened.
He’d dealt with loss before, being in the scouts, that much was a given. But grief had never taken such a hold on him, leaving him feeling hollow and broken down, unable to think about anything other than you. Every day was hard, every minute felt like an endless abyss waiting to swallow him whole. His dreams were nightmares more often than not, waking from them in fits of shivering cold sweat. It was only by sheer luck he didn’t lose his mind entirely.
He couldn’t have known that across the large body of water, you were alive.
They’d held you captive, only allowing you a semblance of freedom when you agreed to listen to their side of the violence.
But you’d done what you could to make your situation less dire, the Marleyans were surprised when you didn’t try to flee after that.
You learned the secrets of the titans, you’d learned why the Marleyans thought of your people as devils. You’d done everything you could to convince them you believed in their cause, just to stay alive.
You hoped to be able to return home, begging to whatever higher power there was that Erwin was still alive, waiting for you to return to him.
——————
Your eyes grazed over the various fruits the merchant was selling, picking out different ones before moving to start your way to your so-called home.
The familiar voice almost slipped your attention at first, but as the yelling became more prominent, you froze.
You slowly looked towards where the voice had come from, eyes wide in disbelief at the scene in front of you.
Sasha, Connie, and Jean were each holding an ice cream cone, yelling praises for the sweet treat at each other.
You would’ve laughed at how ridiculous the whole situation seemed had your heart not began pounding within your chest. Your breath had caught somewhere in your throat, and you stared dumbfounded at your three old friends who hadn’t noticed you.
You began urgently looking throughout the crowd, desperately looking for anymore familiar faces. Anybody you could call a friend. Anyone who knew you.
You noticed Levi and Hange next, their gazes locked on the three overgrown children, still yelling at each other. Hange had a smile on her lips, chatting to a bored-looking Levi quietly.
You wanted nothing more than to run over to them, to you comrades, but they weren’t supposed to be here. Drawing unnecessary attention to the outsiders would only cause all of you trouble.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the pair, only when a third figure stepped up next to Hange did your focus change.
Your heart felt like it nearly stopped, a pair of blue eyes already locked on your figure when you looked at the man.
Erwin stood with his hands casually tucked into his pockets as his eyes bored into your own. The two of you didn’t move for what fell like forever, staring at one another in silence.
You wondered if he realized it was you he was looking at.
You snapped out of your daze when he took a step in your direction, quickly freezing when you shook your head frantically. He paused, eyebrows furrowing slightly as confusion swirled around in his eyes.
You quickly looked around, noticing no guards, no warriors, no one who would be able to recognize the group of scouts, but you couldn’t be too careful.
Your eyes met the familiar pair again, slightly jerking your head to the alley you knew was a few feet behind you, praying he got the message to follow you into the corridor.
The second you saw Erwin nod to you, you turned and began quickly making your way there, brushing through groups of people unapologetically. You could practically feel your hair standing on end, goosebumps rising across your flesh as you hurried along the dark corridor, only turning around at the sound of footsteps behind you.
You opened your mouth to speak, but the words died in your throat. He was still as handsome as you remembered, the same blue eyes still shone with intelligence and kindness. He was out of his scout uniform, a suit hugging his body, a welcome change from his usual wardrobe.
His steps were slow, as though wary of startling you. When he stopped in front of you, his hand reached up, landing on your cheek gently. You nearly sobbed on the spot, not realizing how much you still craved his touch until that moment.
“Tell me you being here doesn’t mean what I think it does.” His voice was quiet, pleading. You could tell he wasn’t sure what to think or feel, and you understood that this would be difficult for him to accept.
“No, no, of course not. They took me, Erwin. I did what I had to do to survive,” You assured, taking a step closer towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
He leaned into your embrace, squeezing his eyes closed as he breathed deeply and steadily against your shoulder. “God, I thought I lost you for good,” he spoke, holding you against him like you’d disappear if he loosened his grip any.
“Never,” you replied fiercely, pulling back to look him straight in the eye. You smiled sadly when you saw tears gathering on his face. You cupped his cheeks delicately, wiping them away. He pressed his lips against yours softly, letting out a deep sigh as you kissed him back.
He was the first to pull away, your hands still gripping his face as his landed on your hips. His eyes bored into yours, blue irises filled with adoration.
“You’re still so beautiful,” he whispered, warm breath fanning over your red-tinted cheeks. “I’ve missed you so much, darling. Everyday of the last 4 years.”
You felt tears stinging in your eyes, but they were happy tears this time, relief washing through you to see him finally in front of you. The weight of four years was beginning to fade away. You could breathe normally now, knowing he’d made it out alive.
“You can come back with us, right? We’ll sneak you onto the ship,” he suggested, pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t know if I can go back to living without you knowing that you’re alive.”
Your smile grew at his words, pulling his lips back down into a kiss, pouring all your love for the tall blonde into it. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, cradling you close as you melted into the warmth radiating off his body.
“Yes, please. Get me out of here,” you spoke after pulling away, leaning your foreheads back together lightly. “Take me home.”
“You have to do something for me though,” he replied, a small chuckle leaving his lips at the confusion that flashed across your features.
“Of course, what is it?”
“Marry me. The second we get home.”
A small gasp left your lips, your heart swelling with joy and happiness at those words.
“You want to marry me?” You asked incredulously, unable to help the broad grin spreading across your features as you threw yourself into his arms once again, giggling into his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around you tightly, peppering gentle kisses across your forehead.
“I’ve been waiting 4 years to ask you that. Of course I want to,” he answered happily, tightening his grip on you, burying his face into your hair and breathing deeply.
You nodded your head quickly, feeling completely overwhelmed by the emotions running rampant in your chest.
“Yes, Erwin. Please, take me home and make me your wife,” you spoke, feeling tears threatening to fall from your eyes. He chuckled lowly, bringing a finger under your chin to tilt your head up towards him as he connected our lips for yet another kiss.
He was kissing you with everything that he held inside, everything that you had missed over the past years. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, how much he was always going to love you.
You felt safe, secure, loved, and cherished. And in that moment, the world could crumble around you and you wouldn’t care, not while Erwin had you wrapped in his arms and was the reason for every emotion coursing through your veins.
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arteastica · 7 months
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Early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (8)
erwin x fem!reader
chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24)
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: 4.2k
“My goodness! You are totally going to find a husband tonight.”
“Do you think it’s too much?” The crisp air flowing in through the open window caressed your bare skin and prompted you to ask the question.
“Who cares? Woman, look at yourself.” Hitch grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you to the mirror.
You examined your reflection again, trying your best to find the confidence required to finally step out of the ladies’ room. You had chosen one of your favorite silk dresses for the occasion: sky-colored, cowl neck that stopped exactly where it was comfortable, and thin bow-tie straps to hold everything up. Yes, definitely a favorite. Favorite, as in ‘best liked’ and not as in ‘frequently worn’. In fact, this was the first time the poor thing ever left your room, where a teenager version of yourself used to wear it late into the night, when the risk of getting caught by your mother equaled zero. She didn’t even know you owned it, but you were certain the thigh slit and the flirty silhouette would be reason enough for her to disapprove. But to be fair, you didn’t remember the fabric ever hugging you this way before. Your body had obviously changed a lot over the years, and you were surprised it still fit.
“Jeez. I really wish I wasn’t on duty tonight, so I could wear one of these.” Hitch let out a disheartened sigh. Her chin was resting on your right shoulder and her eyes examined your reflection from head to toe. When they stopped at the slit in your right leg she said “Those thighs won’t have a problem finding their way into a gentleman’s heart.” She gave you one of those smirks you had missed so much. “Or into his bed…”
“Sadly, I’m not here for that tonight. I’m here for work.”
“Sorry but no one who is here just for work, one, looks this good in a slip dress, and two, takes this long to come out. What about punctuality?”
She was right. You had already taken too long. So, very reluctantly, you decided to walk out the door. But as soon as you stepped out, heads started turning in your direction, the attention mostly coming from women wearing pastry-shaped gowns and opera gloves.
You would be lying if you said you weren’t expecting the attention. You knew the dress had been a daring decision. The moment you slipped on it, you confirmed it had the potential to make heads turn, and maybe some part of you actually wanted a taste of that. Would admitting it make you an attention-seeker? According to your script, however, the scene was supposed to play out a little different, and you had imagined yourself actually enjoying it. But, in real-life, the only thing the dress was succeeding at was awakening dormant insecurities, like that feeling of inadequacy you had almost forgotten about. How could you have forgotten though? You used to be inseparable. That was until you started working at the Survey Corps. You thought of your office, and the familiar picture comforted you for a brief moment, until you remembered it was now miles away.
You smoothed down the front of your dress, in part to look busy and also to dry your sweaty palms, but unlike the silky fabric, the crowd’s eyes felt rough on your skin. And you wished you had decided to wear something less special, something that would allow you to camouflage and pass as one of them. Why did I wear this? Your eyes tried to find the answer in a very promising spot on the floor. Maybe it had been out of pity for the dress. As a dress, it would be disappointing to spend all your life in a dark closet. Maybe it had been for old time’s sake. Since you hadn’t felt that out of place in months, maybe you wanted to remind yourself of the sensation. Or maybe it had all come down to something as simple as the color, and how it reminded you of something you had grown to like so much over the last months.
You turned to Hitch, displaying your bare back to the crowd.
“I can’t do this. Not like this. I’ll go get my coat.”
“Absolutely not. You look perfect, that’s why they are staring, because they like what they see. In fact, I would be worried if they weren-” Her eyes got lost in a particular spot on the other side of the room. “Woah, your boss is hot.”
You turned around and felt like you were coming undone. You didn’t understand why all these eyes were fixed on you, when clearly the best view was across the room, where he was standing.
One look at him and it was obvious that tuxedos had been created just so they could be worn by him. That black suit was exactly the kind of fit a woman would pick out for her man to wear at an event like this. And, while the slicked back hair undoubtedly contributed to the fireworks lighting up all over your skin, the real devil was in all the other details. It was in the way he kept his shoulders back and his chin high as he spoke, in the unconcerned drumming of his fingers against his leg, in the way he threw his head back when laughing, and in the way he seemed to fall into place everywhere he went, whether it was a room full of intimidating people, or a field full of titans. Confidence shone through his skin. Confidence, as well as everything else that made him attractive, came from deep within.
“Alright, now go out there and fulfill your duties.” You felt your friend's hands on your shoulders. “That also includes finding yourself a rich suitor who asks for your hand in marriage.” She whispered into your ear before pushing you into the crowd.
Across the room, the commander was talking to a group of older-looking men. Despite your legs feeling as steady as a house of cards, you started walking towards him. You had successfully made it halfway through the uncomfortable stares, when his eyes finally landed on you. Like everyone else so far, he did a double-take. However, unlike the others, he didn’t turn to the next person to whisper something. Instead, he started making his way to you. And most notably, unlike the others, whose eyes traveled all over your body, back and forth between every patch of exposed skin and resting at all the wrong stops, his didn’t. As he walked to you, his eyes were fixed on yours. And, in that moment, you realized you were very lucky. Because those were the kind of eyes that made the world around you vanish, uncomfortable stares and all.
When you finally met halfway, you decided you would gladly give up your ability to blink. It would be a small price to pay if it meant you would never miss a second of that irresistible smile and the way it made his eyes crinkle. He reached for your hand, and took it in with the kind of gentleness you wouldn’t expect from a man who spends his life around flesh-eating giants.
He brought your hand to his lips, and when they met the back of your fingers, you prayed he didn’t notice all the hairs on your forearms standing on end. The rest of your body was clearly getting jealous of your hand. You could tell by the way your lips parted and let out a very subtle, and you hoped silent, moan.
“May I?” He offered you his arm and you took it promptly, deciding you wouldn’t mind holding on to it for the rest of your life, and if that wasn’t possible, then at least for the rest of the evening.
When you got a closer look at the men he had been previously talking to, you realized you actually knew one of them: Commander Pixis, head of the Garrison. You had never met him formally, but you had seen him a few times around the capital. However, before any introduction could take place, a man with gentle-looking features spoke in a soft voice.
“My lady, Erwin is undoubtedly a very lucky man.”
His words took a few seconds to register with you, but when they finally did, your ears started burning, the sensation spreading like fire to the rest of your face as you realized that they, most likely, still didn't know you were his assistant.
After conversing some more, the commander asked to be excused and guided you to another group of people. And so, as you made your way around the ballroom, you realized there were even more eyes on you now, and it wasn’t surprising, the man beside you was reason enough. But the stares didn’t hold as much weight as they did before, because right now you had his arm to hold.
You glanced up at him, and your lips curved slightly as you remembered the little incident from earlier. Much like that man, these onlookers most likely didn’t know you were just his assistant. And something about that, and the speculations it could lead to, the rumors it could start, and everything else it could imply about you and him, made your insides feel as fizzy as the contents of the glass you were holding. For all they knew, the night would end with your dress discarded on the floor, and bodies tangled under the covers. And you found yourself wishing that whatever assumptions they were making would actually come true.
As the night went on, a couple of things caught your attention. One of them was Captain Levi, who looked like he would much rather attend his own funeral. And the other one was a certain pattern of behavior: Every man you met while holding the commander’s arm, purposely avoided looking at your exposed thigh or bare shoulders, and while their eyes would occasionally linger on your collarbones for an innocent second or two, they would quickly migrate somewhere else.
The evening was already coming to a close when the pattern was sadly broken. To be more precise, it was when you met the group of men standing at the top of the stairs. They had been laughing boisterously and drinking steadily since the evening started. Most of them looked like they were well into their fifties, and all six men were wearing ostentatious sashes dotted with the biggest collection of golden studs you had ever seen. The loudest, and presumably oldest, of them all greeted the commander animatedly.
“Erwin Smith, the legend himself. I’m still waiting for that rematch.” You noticed the cufflinks on his shirt and wondered if those were diamonds, because if they were, then they’ve got to be the biggest in existence. “I’ve been working on my double attacks.”
“Intuition is sometimes far more helpful than memorizing patterns, my lord.” The commander replied in a gentle voice.
“That’s why you’re always one step ahead.” The older man let out a guffaw that, in retrospective, felt a little unnecessary, before turning to you. “Woah. Just like in the game, you never cease to surprise me, Erwin. In very pleasant ways, I must say.” His eyes meticulously outlined all the curves of your body, paying special attention to your covered cleavage, and the amount of time he spent there made you wonder if he had somehow developed the ability to see through fabric. “However, I will never understand how your mind works. There is no way I would bring the missus to an event like this. I mean, the whole purpose of a party is to have fun!” The man and his friends broke out in strident laughter, and that was the only moment his eyes left your body, when he tilted his head back to enjoy his own remark.
“I mean no disrespect to you, my lady,” he may not but his body language sure as hell did, “so please don’t take offense.” With tears in his eyes and still recovering from earlier, he acknowledged you briefly before turning to the commander. “But I was hoping we could become family someday, Erwin. You left quite the impression on my youngest.”
You suddenly felt a burning sensation in your chest, and it had nothing to do with the unsolicited attention it had been getting from the man.
“She asked if you were coming tonight. Sent her regards.” The audacity of this man. If the commander were actually your man, how would you feel listening to all this? “Maybe you could join us for lunch tomorrow. She would be delighted to play against you one more time. She’s brilliant, isn’t she?” And right there and then, you realized there would actually be no difference between how you would feel if you were his wife and how you were feeling in that very moment. This man was basically setting the commander up for a little chess date with his daughter, when his alleged wife, fiancée, girlfriend or whatever, was standing right beside him, holding his arm.
“She’s a very gifted young lady.” The commander’s deep voice contrasted the man’s grating tone. “However, I’m afraid I must decline your kind offer, my lord. I will be returning to the headquarters first thing in the morning.”
“I see.” The man cleared his throat, the gleeful undertone seemingly gone all of a sudden. “Anyway, you’re a lucky man. There’s no denying.” His eyes bore into yours, successfully reminding you of a vulture scavenging for rotting carrion. “Your lady is gorgeous.”
That last remark made you feel like you had swallowed a rock; the way he had said it made your legs feel heavier than concrete; and the stare he had given you while saying it, made you feel as clothed as a titan. You knew once this man found out you were not with the commander, you were done. Once, the words ‘she’s my assistant’ left his mouth, this man would come after you. And you also knew that you wouldn’t get far, not with your legs in that state.
“Yes. She really is.” The commander’s voice sounded a lot like the rainy mornings back at the base. You looked up and found him staring at you, his lips curved into a soft smile, his gaze wrapping you like that well-worn blanket your mother always told you to throw away but you never did. You stared back into his eyes and what you saw, took you back to that day in the Forest of Giant Trees, with his heartbeat like a lullaby, and his arms like a sweet childhood memory.
But then, murmuring sounds came flooding in like muddy water spilling out of the sewers. You turned your head in their direction and realized the older man wasn’t the only one who had taken an interest in your dress, but also his friends.
And you decided you would gladly take the women’s stares over these any day. Who knows, maybe the women had only been thinking about how the color didn’t suit you or how fake the silk looked. But something about the way these men were grinning and whispering to each other told you that they were looking for something in particular, and you were sure it wasn’t the tailor’s name. You would much rather feel cheap and underdressed, than dirty and undressed.
You held onto the commander’s arm with your other hand as well, and snuggled closer, in what seemed to be your body’s desperate attempt to elude the attention.
“If you excuse us, gentlemen.” Much like the seasons, his voice always seemed to know when it was its turn to arrive. He guided you away, and at some point between the top of the stairs and the main hall, his hand came to rest at the small of your back. Even through the fabric, his fingers caused your skin to burn. And for the second time that night, you could feel the rest of your body getting jealous.
“Commander, I think I’ll call it a night.” You announced once you reached the main hall. “Thank you for tonight.” You gently let go of his arm and wondered if that was what autumn leaves felt as they were about to fall from the branches.
He nodded slightly, and, probably having no idea how nice it was going to feel, then said: “I’ll walk you home.”
“Oh don’t worry about it. My house is actually very close.”
“All the more reason to do it then.” His eyes crinkled in that enticing way they usually did and, honestly, you didn’t feel like pretending you were against his proposal.
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The distinctive smell of frost infused the night air, and slipped into your bustle coat as you walked down the familiar streets that led to your house. There was a lingering warmth still left from the summer, but the mist that hovered above the cobblestones signaled the impending arrival of winter. However, they weren’t fighting for dominance, and you wondered if you would ever know such harmony. You glanced at the man walking just a couple of feet beside you, his eyes, on the road ahead; his mind, somewhere you didn’t know; but his hands, his hands were in his pockets, and you wanted to reach inside his coat and take one.
It had been a dreamy night for the most part, but you could feel your heart shrinking a little with every step you took. Every passing street light signaled another lost chance at getting closure. And you still had lots of words awaiting in your tongue, lots of questions lingering on your lips, and your mouth was heavy with all the things that were yet to be said.
“Lord Wald seems to have problems with alcohol.” He spoke in his usual quiet voice, but there was a certain undertone propping up his words.
“Didn’t seem like that to me.” He looked at you, slight confusion painting his features and causing his head to tilt to one side. “They seemed to get along quite well.”
He chuckled. And you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.
“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.” His eyes were fixed in the cobblestones below his feet, and the underlying something from earlier was still there, but this time you were able to put a name to it: it sounded like remorse.
“It’s okay.” You gave him a reassuring smile, even though he wasn’t looking. “But I feel bad for his wife, and honestly for any woman who crosses paths with him when she’s not around.”
“I highly doubt her presence makes any difference when it comes to his behavior.”
You looked at your hands, they were holding each other as if seeking comfort. “So, you play with her often?” You felt his gaze on you but didn’t look back. “His daughter.”
“Met her once. Very impressive player. Cannot say she got it from her father though.” You faked a smile at the exact same moment a tide of regret washed over you, finally understanding what your mother meant when she said chess was an important life skill.
And speaking about your mother, you caught a whiff of a familiar and otherwise pleasant earthy scent and prayed you wouldn’t find her beloved climbing hydrangea, but when you looked up, it was there. And so was your front door.
“It’s here.” You took a deep breath and released the parting words you had been dreading to say. “Thank you for walking me home, commander.”
He took a step closer, reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, but this time, they parted slightly, taking your knuckles between them in a single, soft kiss. The warmth of his lips and the crisp autumn air blowing on wet skin created a delicious contradiction on your hand. His eyes were closed and his lips lingered, some would say for way longer than was required for a hand kiss. It was a sight deserving of a moan, so you gave him a silent one. One that created a playful tickle in your belly.
But maybe it wasn’t silent enough, because in that very moment he looked back at you. And, as you stared back into the deep blue, you realized those were the kind of eyes that could tell you a million things before his lips could even say a word. Tonight, they were telling you something as well, and although you didn’t know exactly what it was, you knew a few other things.
You knew why your skin tingled under his gaze, and burned under his touch. You knew why the sight of him lifted your heart to the sky while his absence made it sink into a bottomless pit. You knew why his scent reminded you of every secret place you hid in as a little girl, and his voice, of a happier future you wanted to escape to. You knew why the thought of another woman interested in him set your heart on fire, and the idea of him interested in her, crushed it into pieces. And you also knew why you had worn the dress.
You knew the blue of the silk would complement your skin just the same way the blue of his eyes did. You had decided to wear the dress just so you could feel what it was like to have his eyes all over your body. His eyes were not only allowed, but welcome and explicitly invited, to explore every inch of your skin, covered or not. He could stare as much as he wanted, for as long as he wanted, in all the places he wanted. But only him. Because you had worn the dress for him. However he was too much of a gentleman to do it, so you gave him permission.
“Do you like my dress?” You took a step closer, and noticed your hand was still in his.
His eyes drifted to your lips, where they lingered for a second, before following the path marked by your collarbones, down to your clothed breasts where they rested momentarily. Then, they paid a short visit to your hips before finally landing on your thigh, visible through the open coat. It was there where they seemed to feel most at home. And it was then, when you had his eyes on your bare skin, that you became aware of how soaked you were. You squeezed his fingers on instinct at the realization, which caused him to trace his steps back to your eyes.
“Very much.” His voice, almost a whisper; his lips, slightly parted. And you could see his breath, as well as the rising and falling of his chest. He was so close you wondered if he could see what you were thinking of, if he could see how much you wanted him to take the silky fabric off you.
In such proximity, his cologne was even more intoxicating. It was musky and clean, like a fresh bubble bath; sweet and gentle, just like him. You knew it was something you would always crave, even after tonight was long gone. And you wondered how many women had been in this intimate space before, and how many of them were craving his perfume right now.
The small of your back was still tingling from where he touched you earlier. And the rest of your body was demanding the same attention, so you took another step closer.
Goodness, he was so handsome. The kind of handsome that makes you want to know how his lips moved in a kiss, and how his hands followed the curves of your body. And the situation laid out before you provided the perfect opportunity.
The perfect opportunity to stop pretending your feelings were written in some foreign language you had never heard before. The perfect opportunity to call it what it was, once and for all.
“Commander.”
“Yes?” His eyes couldn’t decide between yours and your lips.
“There’s something I want to ask you.” Your voice had never sounded so feeble. “Would you- would you please-” He nodded encouragingly but his breath on your skin was too distracting, successfully causing the opposite effect. “I- I can’t tell you.”
“Then show me.”
His eyes were holding your gaze, and his lips, you could almost taste them.
You could also hear, however, shuffling on the other side of the door, and you looked up to find a light turned on in the second floor.
“If it’s my mother, she’ll ask you to come in. If it’s my father, he’ll force you to.” He let out a chuckle and you found yourself wishing you could make him laugh forever. “Would you like to come in?”
“It’s late. I don’t want to importune anyone.”
“Good choice. If you get my father started, he’ll talk about royal family conspiracy theories all night long.”
“Sounds interesting.”
You did your best to return his smile despite the emptiness you felt when letting go of his hand.
“See you tomorrow, commander. Good night.”
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succubusonthedoorstep · 9 months
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King!Erwin Teaser cause i’m feeling generous <3
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The stress ages Erwin, the crease lines on his face tell him so. After spending hours in his throne room and office, he retires to his chambers. An empty bed and crackling fireplace greet him, and Erwin considers asking one of the consorts to stop by, but they’ll never fill the void inside the king.
Truthfully, Erwin wished for the space in his bed to be filled by a wife. Watching his men come home after years on the field to women and children who loved them left him feeling helpless. Consorts were a quick fix to the lasting problem, but he never wanted them around after the deed was done. (Much to their disappointment.)
King!Erwin sits on his throne the following day, absorbed in reading the daily news on parchment. His ear twitches in alert when the heavy gold doors open, but his eyes never leave the paper. An adviser approaches the throne, taking a knee and bowing his head.
“If it pleases the king, may I speak?” Levi, as cool as ever, asks.
“You may.”
Rising from the knee, Levi pulls a second roll of parchment from his robes and unravels it.
After clearing his throat, he begins, “We’ve taken the necessary steps to begin occupying their state. Building the embassy, reducing the presence of their military, and the emperor has formally renounced his “divinity.””
He resisted the urge to spit the word out, and continued.
“All plans are going smoothly, but we do have a small problem.”
At this, Erwin set aside his paper and listened intently. “Small problems” were never a favorite of Erwin, especially seeing how they can grow into a full blown war with millions dead.
“Before the conflict began, the emperor shipped off his only child- a daughter, across the ocean. With her nation falling and father imprisoned, she has returned home to… reason with you.”
King!Erwin knows this could be bad. If you wanted to claim the throne, you’d undoubtedly have the support of your people. How could this information slip through his fingers? Since the tide of war turned in his favor, officials from your country were volunteering valuable information in hopes of getting citizenship in return. How could no one mention an heir apparent? 
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esmedelacroix · 4 months
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29 days til' Christmas
decorating the christmas tree with erwin smith and your daughter ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
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Erwin had insisted on starting holiday decorations after Thanksgiving. This is what brought you here the literal morning after Thanksgiving hauling all of the decorations out of the storage with little Anna. If it was up to you, the tree would've been up by the first of November. If there was one thing that Anna got from you, it was your love for the holidays.
The tree that you had chosen as a family, the weekend prior, was delivered to your doorstep and brought inside. Anna chose this year's Christmas color theme; red and gold. She added the tree skirt and you were ready to get started.
You put the lights up and let Anna plug them in. They illuminated beautifully even with the sunlight pouring into the room. The two of you squealed in excitement as you opened the ornament box.
Anna started putting the red ornaments on the tree, scattering them so when you put the gold they would all be in order. While the two of you were decorating the tree, you heard heavy footsteps walking down the stairs. You turned your head towards the stairs to see Erwin wiping the sleep out of his eyes. "Papa! You're awake! Look what me and mommy are doing!" Anna exclaimed, running to him and giving him a hug. Erwin picked her up and walked over to you giving you a smooch.
"Ew guys," Anna said giving you both dirty looks
"Aw do you want a kiss too?" you teased. You shared a look with Erwin before showering Anna with kisses. She acted like she hated it but you knew she loved the affection. She was very sassy for a 4-year-old, but she was a softie at heart.
"I see you girls already got started with the decorations," he said admiring your work.
"Yeah, I'm sorry babe we just couldn’t wait," you chirped, showing him the parts Anna decorated.
Erwin put Anna down and looked through a box. "Hey maybe we can put some of these ornaments on the tree, they belonged to my great-great-great grandmother, it's a family heirloom of sorts," he explained. You rushed over to peek into the box he was holding with Anna. In it lay six of the most beautiful vintage gold and red ornaments.
They were shaped and designed like cupolas on top of Russian Orthodox churches. They were round and pointed at the ends like an onion, They had swirled strips, checkered designs, and spiked ones. "Oh my god, baby these are perfect, I love them!" you exclaimed and you hugged him.
"Anna darling, you want to put these up?" you asked as you picked one up and handed it to her.
She happily placed the ornaments on the tree handling the ornaments with delicacy and care. "I'm gonna get breakfast started while you girls finish up with the tree," Erwin said, giving you a quick kiss.
"Thank you, baby," you hummed while you helped Anna get the higher spots on the tree.
Once the two of you finished putting all the ornaments on the tree and breakfast smelled just about ready, you called Erwin for the final part. "Daddy, we want you to put the star up," Anna exclaimed, holding the star up to him.
"Alright pumpkin," he said, patting her head. He barely had to try because he was so tall; once he placed the star atop the tree and plugged it in, the tree was complete.
"Oooh, it looks so good!" Anna squeals, jumping up and down.
"It was a job well done, sweetheart," You said, hugging her.
"Now it's time for you ladies to come to the kitchen, and eat some breakfast, you've been working so hard, let's replenish your energy," Erwin said while ushering the two of you into the kitchen.
The two of you ate like you never have before. Erwin watched you feeling nothing but happiness overflowing in his heart. Erwin loved to spoil his beautiful girls and join them in whatever crazy adventure they embarked on. He felt as though he was made to love the two of you and would do anything for you. Even if it meant, waking up early in the morning to the sound of his girls squealing(probably over the Christmas tree arriving)and going down to help out and make breakfast.
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m-jelly · 11 months
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Hi jelly! I missed you! And I have a request!
can you write an Erwin x reader modern au where they have 4 boys are Erwin is happy that there fifth kid is a girl and he’s just telling anyone in the hospital that he can how proud he is off his wife and their new little girl? Oh! And maybe a bonus scene where their boys meet the new baby sister and the rest of the aot gang meet the new baby? And Levi and his wife’s daughter meeting her new playmate? Super fluffy and lovey dicey please!
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Little angel
Pairing: Dad!Erwin x Fem!Reader
Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, fluff, parent reader and Erwin, cute.
Concept: Erwin announces to his sons, friends and family in the hospital that you have brought a little girl into the world. He talks about you with pride before welcoming people in and showing people how you're better and how healthy your daughter is.
Tagging fellow Erwin simp @ladycheesington <3
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Erwin covered your face in kisses as you giggled a little. "You are incredible, my love."
"You're too kind."
"I love you so much."
You held his hand. "Love you too. You should tell the others now I'm in here all settled."
Erwin kissed you and sighed. "Are you sure?"
"Mm, yes. Take Daisy with you."
He covered your face in kisses again. "I'll be right back." He scooped up his baby girl into his arms. "Promise."
You wafted your hand. "I'm about to pass out due to exhaustion. Go on, go see everyone." You hummed a laugh and closed your eyes.
Erwin looked down at his little girl and smiled. He fixed her little hat and couldn't believe how his little Daisy looked so tiny in his large arms. He adjusted his daughter before looking back at you to see you were sleeping. He smiled as pure love and adoration filled his heart.
Erwin left you to sleep and made his way to the waiting room to see his four sons with his friends, father and mother. He said your name with pride. "My incredible wife has given birth to a wonderful little girl. This is Daisy."
His four sons ran over and looked down at their little sister. Erwin hushed and calmed them before answering all their questions. He sat down so they could all look down at her. He fixed her little outfit and let her hold his pinkie finger as she slept soundly.
Erwin's dad chuckled. "She is perfect. Is your wife okay?"
Erwin's eyes sparkled with pure love. "She's sleeping right now. She did incredibly. She was so perfect and beautiful. She pushed Daisy out so fast! She's an amazing woman. I love her so much. She's everything."
"Bless you."
Erwin's eldest looked down at his little sister. "She's so tiny."
Erwin's secondborn sighed. "That's cause Dad is really big and muscular."
"Oh, you're right he is."
Erwin chuckled at his sons. "She is very small compared to me, isn't she?"
His youngest gazed at Daisy. "Yes, daddy."
His second youngest giggled. "Daddy is so strong."
Erwin smiled. "Thank you, all of you. Now, are you going to be wonderful big brothers to Daisy?" He smiled when they all said yes. "Perfect."
His eldest looked down the hall. "Can we see mum?"
Erwin stood up. "Sure. Be quiet, okay? Your mummy is resting." He led the way to the room and let his eldest open the door. "Shh." He walked over to the cot and lay Daisy down. "All right, let's cuddle up to your mummy." He sat down next to you and helped his sons onto the bed. "Good boys."
You inhaled deeply and hummed when you saw you were surrounded by your sons and husband. "Hey, you lot. It's wonderful to see you all." You hugged and kissed them one after another. "I'm so glad you joined me. I missed you boys so much." You covered them all in kisses. "I love you all so much."
Erwin smiled as your kids showered you in love and told you about how things had been. They told you about spending time with their grandad and grandma making you smile fondly. He rubbed your cheek softly as he gazed at you with pure love.
Erwin leaned over and kissed you. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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msbyzsz · 1 year
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aot as dads because their so cute.
i feel like reiner would be such a good dad. he would be so nervous though, just scared to hurt his baby. he 100000% has a girl, and she’s such a daddy’s girl. he would spoil his little princess so much. i also think he would want to have like 3-4 kids, he would want a big family. you to are the definition of the cool parents for sure. i could see him being a girl dad. he would be so soft with his baby’s, always cuddling with them and giving them little kisses. he cherishes you all so much. he’s a 10/10 dad. “thank you for being them into my life baby, i love you so much.”
erwin as a dad omfg. he already gives off a dad vibe in my opinion but him as an actual one. im screaming. he would be such a good dad. definitely has a girl then a boy for vise versa. he spoils them so bad like and when you tell him to stop he goes “but their our prince and princess,” while giving you a slight pout. he’s a 100000/10 dad. i know that he would go to every single event, and all of the moms fawn over him. but don’t worry your his one and only.
ITS ALSO MY BIRTHDAY (fyi)
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chaoticsimp · 1 year
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The Morning After
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Relationship: Erwin x Reader 
Content Warnings: A little suggestive. Fluff.
Summary: After a year of dates, gentle kisses, and knowing glances you and Erwin have shared an intimate night. The sunrise brings pillow talk and nervous confessions, but you both couldn't be happier.
Word Count: 905
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For a moment Erwin thought it was another dream. A delightfully exhausting night that he had dreamt of many times, but when he opened his eyes, you were still there sleeping peacefully next to him. The early morning rays of the sun spilled into his room, bathing the walls in a soft glow. Erwin didn’t think it was possible for you to look any more beautiful, and yet you did. Asleep, and wrapped in his sheets. It was usually around this time he met you at the stables, but there was no way he was dragging you out of bed now. Instead, he would indulge in a sleepy start to the day. He lifted a hand, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear causing you to stir. 
“Good morning,” Erwin said gently, and he knew he could get used to saying this to you every morning. Your sleepy gaze met his, and a smile grew on your lips as you met his brilliant blue eyes. He noticed a little too enthusiastic bite against the bend of your neck as you rolled to your back, and he made a mental note to be more careful next time. It was lucky that it would be hidden by your uniform, but he didn’t need to announce to the regiment what happened in his private life or yours. 
“So, last night…” You didn’t finish the sentence, unsure where the thought was going. Erwin chuckled, moving to lean on his arm so he could hover over you. He stroked the side of your face with the back of his hand coaxing you to look at him.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked, wanting nothing more than to be sure he had satisfied you. That he had met your every need and desire.
“I loved every second.” Your confession came quicker than you liked, and you felt your cheeks darken as you quickly hid your face with your hands. 
“There is no need to be embarrassed,” Erwin assured you, but you could hear the amusement in his voice.  
“I thought I was better at this. That I knew what to do, but all I could do was follow.”
“And you don’t like that?” You pursed your lips, mulling it over for a moment before lowering your hands to meet his gaze.
“It was intimidating,” you admitted a little shyly. “But it would be a lie to say I didn’t enjoy giving in.” 
“I’m glad you loved it.” You could see the pride shining in his eyes, and you waited for him to answer the same question. You wanted to be an equal, even if he had dominated most of the night. You wanted to give him all the pleasures he had blessed you with and Erwin understood without you having to ask. 
“I don’t normally allow myself to lose control like that,” He started. 
“Not with a new partner, but to finally have you in my hands, there was no way I could hold back. I’m sorry if I hurt you.” You reached out to push his dishevelled hair from his eyes, enjoying the look over his usual perfectly styled locks. His fingers ghosted over the prints he left behind on your wrists, and he caught your hand before pressing a kiss to the marks.  
“I liked seeing you let go,” you assured him. “It’s like a side of you that’s just for me.” 
Erwin pulled you closer, his lips pressing to yours - unable to resist for a second longer. His lips trailed from yours, down your jaw and neck, before coming to rest his head on your chest. You ran your hands through his hair, pushing blonde strands from his face. Erwin closed his eyes, enjoying how your nails felt against his scalp. He listened to your heartbeat, realizing he had never felt more at peace. You had chased away his nightmares, filled his dreams, and lulled him into the best sleep he’s had in years. For the first time in a long time, Erwin felt safe in someone’s arms.
“I love you,” He breathed. A statement that scared him so much he’d been holding it back for months but here in your arms, enjoying your company in the early hours of the morning. Waking to your beautiful face. There was nothing more to say. When you didn’t reply, he lifted his head only to find that your smile had grown. 
“I love you too.” Erwin grinned, and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him in the process. Your laughter filled his ears as he sat up, taking your face into his large hands, and kissing you again. His heart had never felt so full.
“We should get out of bed,” you finally said, breaking the kiss. “You have meetings in a few hours, and I have training.”
“How will I be able to focus after last night?” He mused.
“There will be more nights.” Erwin fell back into bed, chuckling as you slipped off his lap. 
“Would you like to join me for a shower before you go?”
“You didn’t have enough last night?” You teased. Erwin shifted to sit at the edge of the bed and took one of your hands in his as he stood. He lowered just enough to press a kiss to your forehead, and you could feel him smile against your skin. 
“My dear, I will never have enough of you.”
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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years
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Girl how about erwin smith with pregnant s/o
He's VERY gentle with you.
He won't let you do ANY housework. Even when you're at the start of it (the first 3-4 months) and you CAN STILL do stuff like cook and clean and keep the house in a perfect shape.
Yeah, this man won't let you do anything and it's mostly about his ego because "Erwin Smith's wife" is not allowed to do any housework in the first place.
"Erwin Smith's wife" is not a servant, she is royalty and should be treated as such. This man is large, but not just physically, his mindset as well is set on the extremes. Which means that he doesn't mind spending his entire fortune on a 20-member staff to handle the house and the cleaning and cooking so that you'd have nothing to do except sit back nurture your baby growing inside you and just focus on being pretty for him.
But let's be honest, on whatever universe you find this man, he's rich, so he won't be really spending his fortune, this man's got money and he's not hesitating to spend it all on you.
Also, he loves how needier you get. The second he comes home from work he finds you clinging on him and he LOVES THAT. This man NEEDS attention even though he would never admit it. For example, he can be just sitting there, doing paperwork and how dare you have your attention on literally anything else and not him????
He's like I'M RIGHT HERE, AND WAITING TO BE ✨LOVED✨
So imagine how much he loves it when you're hormones are going insane and all you need is him to be around and baby you and spoil you.
Also, he cruddles your belly in the nights 🥺🥺🥺 he's the big spoon, holding you close, your back against his chest and the large warm palms of his hands are holding your growing belly 🥺🥺🥺🥺
My personal HC is he doesn't know how to cook or do housework, he only knows some basics in cleaning, BUT he's either gonna learn or pay for someone to do all the work for you.
Basically, he just wants you to do absolutely nothing and just rest because your body is already working so much for the both of you.
Ooohhh boy when the baby starts kicking??? HE'S GONNA PROBABLY START CRYING AHAHAH
maybe he'll def start crying but if we're talking about canon!Erwin, he probably wont cry BUT modern!AU!Erwin will DEF cry
This man straightup talks to your belly.
He comes back from home, doesn't even tell you hello, he just kneels down to come face to face with your belly and he's like "hello little one" or sth like that.
Kisses your belly a lot
Massages your legs, your back, wherever you're hurting
carries you to bed when he finds you asleep on the couch or your favourite armchair (no matter how heavier you get, he's a strong man he can scoop you up effortlessly)
I've said this before but, your first child is a boy I DON'T MAKE THE RULES
IT'S DEF A BLONDE BOY WHO GOT BUSHY EYEBROWS AND BLUE EYES and is the spitting image of his dad and also personalitywise
And when the day comes for you to give birth, modern AU Erwin panics LMAO he'll panic so much you'll have to be the one to calm him down
if it's canon!Erwin, bitch what do you expect, he won't even be there when you give birth 💀
ok ok ok jk jk he'll come running to you. He'll probably not get the chance to hear you scream or hold your hand, but he'll definitely make it in the end.
Poor man's too busy, we have to accept that canon!Erwin would put his job and duties above you and your child AND THAT'S SAD BUT that's how erwin is why are we simping for him is there sth wrong with us-
OK BUT IMAGINE the angsty scenario where you give birth whilst he's getting killed in some battle denjwehgijw AND ONCE you hold your baby for the first time, some soldier walks in and tells you the commander is dead efjghiigrinj and then you realise your son looks exactly like him AND IM NOT OK WITH THIS SCENARIO but im tempted to write that cuz im a masochistic bitch 👀
ok this is the only time canon!Erwin might cry, when your baby first comes to life. Modern AU Erwin will be bawling his eyes out uwu
DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE SEX LIFE
NSFW BELOW, MDNI, GTFO, CHILDREN, IF THE PATRON SAIT OF ERWIN HOES GOES TO JAIL, THEN WHO'S GONNA WRITE ERWIN CONTENT????
Ok well
remember when i said you're needy while pregnant?
welllll daddy erwin will definitely spoil you on that part too
it's amazing how he can pull so many orgasms out of you
you're so damn sensitive the man is going insane, and you're always so ready for another and another
he'll go down on you and suck on your poor clit till you're gushing all over his face and you're shaking and begging him to stop but he just won't njdejgjwkkgj
daddy kink ofc ofc ofc ofc ALWAYS daddy kink he's the daddiest
especially when you start to get insecure about your body, daddy erwin is gonna make sure to make you feel like the prettiest woman
he's gonna settle you on his lap in front of a full body mirror and he's either going to fuck up into you or just play with your swollen, puffy cunt for hours
"eyes on the mirror, sweetheart," his hot breath brushes against your ear as you both watch his big, fat cock disappearing inside your pussy "daddy wants you to see how fucking beautiful you are,"
but ofc the sex is slow and tender and soft and UWU
he doesn't want to hurt you so he's being so very gentle with you with every move he makes on you
erwin is a large man, ok? and chances are, his size kink kicked in when he chose you, so you're small (and even if you're not HE'S STILL a large, strong man) so the fear of hurting you in some way is always there especially when you're carrying his child so he's VERY careful when handling you
ok i can't think of anything else at the moment im writing this while at work LMAO
tysm for the awesome ask, anon, uwu
imma @ ppl later uwuwuwuwuw tysm for reading!
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