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My Mafia Au is now on A03! Currently working on the third chapter, and I also wanted to include the Playlist I listen to while writing for this. I hope y'all enjoy. ♡ 

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A New Mutant, Ch.1, "Finding Home"

Anxiety was a deathly feeling, but starvation was a whole other ordeal.

Looking up at the opulent doors and windows of the school, it gave one a sense of unease at how lively the energy was within it. Even as it's inhabitants slept.

Love. Joy. Grief. Power. Stress. Those watching over the children held so much on their shoulders.

You shook your head. No. You refused to feed off of people again. You came here for reformation. To control your abilities. Not succumb to them.

A breath was taken. Falling apart, whisping under the front door, only to re-form again.

Deathly quiet. Seeing as the floorboards were wooden, it was easy to silently step on the centers between each one.

Didn't take long for you to find the kitchen. A part of you felt guilty, immensely so. But 3 days without a feeding, or even so much as an apple, made your stomach cramp and churn in pain.

It was so odd to see a full fridge. The sight was almost foreign.

You took a container that wasn't labeled with someone's name. Apple slices, nuts, and cheese were inside. Perfect.

Every bite felt like heaven. When you have nothing, the simplest pleasures feel like such a blessing.

You were halfway through your meal when you heard footsteps. Someone was coming.

Logan hadn't been able to find peace in his dreams. Nightmares, loss, and 2 centuries of fighting meant the occasional bout of insomnia.

Nothing a couple beers couldn't fix. He stopped halfway down the hall, sniffing the air.

That wasn't a familiar scent. How the hell did someone get in the house?

The instant, searing pain of his claws had only been a second, before he went to ambush whatever intruder had been dumb enough to try and sneak up on the X-Men.

His eyes peered through the darkness, his voice a low growl.

"You gotta either be stupid, or cocky as hell, bub-"

He stopped. His heart dropped. Eyes wide in disbelief.

"Jean..?"

It had been on accident. The second you heard footsteps, felt the rage and anger of whoever was approaching, your body acted on instinct. Searched this person's memories of whoever he held dear. Holding this form wouldn't be easy, but acting would take care of the rest.

"Just came in to get a snack. You okay?"

That voice wasn't yours. It never was. But vocal chords strained to put out a near-perfect replica.

But not perfect enough.

Logan snarled. Whoever the hell this was, it looked and sounded like her, but it wasn't her. The heartbeat was wrong. The scent was wrong.

"Alright copy-cat, how about before I lose my damn temper, you stop disrespecting the dead and show yourself."

He leered forward. His rage was rising. It was too much. Too overwhelming.

You held your hands up in fear, eyes wide as you took a step back.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I just- freaked out!"

Your legs crumbled. You were still far-too weak. Slowly, your real face and body returned.

Logan's rage had gave way for pity.

A trembling woman. Raw honesty coming from her. Looking almost ghastly at how she was starving, eyes and cheeks sunken in.

"I was just hungry. I came here because I was told I could be helped.."

Your voice cracked. Exhaustion had finally hit you. Too tired to put up a fight, or even take the risk of feeding on this man's powerful emotions.

The Wolverine could see you weren't lying. Retracting his claws, he knelt down, offering a hand to you.

" 'msorry kid."

You shook your head, clutching your hands against your chest. The older Mutant was confused, before you forced yourself to speak again.

"I'm too hungry. I don't wanna feed off of you by touch."

"Hm. You're like Rogue then."

You watched as he brought the rest of the container to you, sliding it towards you on The tile floor of the kitchen. You were too tired to feel any shame for how quickly you snatched it up, trying to finish off the rest.

Logan just watched you, making note of every detail he could percieve at the moment. Mid-late twenties, maybe. Ability to shape-shift. "Feeds" off of emotions. He could only imagine the kind of upbringing you had to be be alone and starving like this.

"How the hell didja get in the house? All the doors are locked. And there's a security system in place." He gruffly asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched you finish off the last bite.

You put the container back down, looking up at him with tired eyes. And yet, "The house has so many people in it. Your emotions radiate from the outside. I was able to use that little bit of energy to uh..well, it sounds stupid, but I turned into smoke to get in through the cracks and hinges of the front door."

Okay, adding transformation of physical matter to the list. What the hell was this kid?

"No powers are stupid here, bub. C'mon. Let's get ya cleaned up. You'll meet the professor in the morning."

You nodded, finally feeling safe enough to take his hand and walk alongside him. You learned his name, and he learned yours.

After a full-night's rest in, well, years, you were given some spare clothes and were greeted by a kind face in the morning. A blue one at that.

"Hallo und guten Morgen, mein Freund! I'm Kurt. Kurt Wagner. Allow me to be your first welcome into the school. And, I brought breakfast!"

You thanked the kind, impish-looking mutant, introducing yourself and sitting on the bed as he lifted the tray's lid. An array of scrambled eggs, a small bottle of hot sauce, cut up fruit, and cooked Spam sat before you. Along with a glass of orange and cranberry juice.

"Professor said we need to get your vitamins and sodium up. And some protein! Logan had told us you looked absolutely starved, and we figured something nutritious would be best. You'll meet the others soon after. Ja?"

You nodded, offering a small smile as you dug into the meal. Ungraciously so, but Kurt didn't seem to mind. He only grinned, happy to see you still held an appetite.

As you lied back on the bed with a full belly, you sighed in relief. Running a hand through your hair, satisfied.

"Thank you..so so much."

"I'll tell Remy your compliments to the chef. I also got some extra clothes for you. Freshen up, and someone will be outside for you. Take your time."

"It was nice to meet you, Kurt. Your eyes are very pretty, by the way."

You swore you saw him turn a darker shade of blue. Maybe purple. His tail whipped behind him, a shy smile appearing on his features as he turned away.

"Well..it seems charm is another power you possess." He chuckled, on cloud nine as he walked out with the tray to give you some privacy.

After a shower and the little perfume you had left, you turned to the clothes Kurt had brought you. A too-big t-shirt, jeans that fit snugly, and your boots had been cleaned and polished to perfection.

Stepping out, you were greeted by a young lady in a bright yellow jacket. Blowing bubble gum and wearing pink shades over her eyes. The girl's head perked up, grinning as she held her hand out to you.

"About time! Just kidding, I wasn't waiting that long. Name's Jubilee!"

You could only smile at the girl's rambunctious energy. This girl seemed to breathe and exude light. It was almost blinding. You took her gloved hand, nodding and giving your name in return. You could feel her joy thrumming through her covered touch. It had you salivating, but you shook off the urge.

"Sorry, I know that was weird. It's just..your energy is so bright. It's beautiful. You're beautiful. Wait, I mean-"

You blushed, holding your hands up in defense as you tried to reel back your words. Jubilee only laughed, shaking her head and crossing her arms.

"Nono, you're okay! Logan explained you're some kinda feeder Mutant. We'll teach you how to manage that in no time. For now, let's go introduce you to Professor Charles!"

You followed Jubilee through the halls of the school. Children and teens alike ran about, laughing and absolutely thriving. You were able to possibly feed on the mass amount of it as you passed by.

Color returned to your skin. Figure becoming fuller. Where scarcity once was, fullness took place.

Jubilee did a double-take as she looked at you, surprised at how staggeringly healthier you looked after only a few moments in the crowd.

"Wow..I don't mean to stare, but as a friend of mine would put it, Damn Cher."

You chuckled, laughing and waving your hand in bashfulness.

"Thank you. I honestly underestimated how many people live here. I didn't even have to touch anyone to rejuvenate myself."

"Ah, so you DO got some control over your powers. Goodie! The professor will be thrilled. Just needed a big meal and a comfy bed, huh?"

She teased, elbowing your arm playfully.

Eventually, you found yourself in front of an office, hearing a voice call you both in after Jubilee had knocked.

Stepping in felt like a punch to the gut. Powerful beings were clamored in this room, and it was almost overwhelming.

Beautiful men. Gorgeous women. Not in looks, but in their very vibrations. In their souls. Your eyes widened, your jaw going slack at how everyone in this room seem to command their presence. Confidence, insecurities, all meshed together in harmonic balance.

"Where's the starvin' girly you told us about Logan? All I sees' a bright-eyed young lady." A southern woman had spoken up, smiling warmly.

An older gentleman in a floating wheelchair moved forward. He spoke kindly, looking up at you with a care and concern that spoke volumes.

"You're looking healthier, my dear. I hope my mutants have been hospitable to you."

"M-More than I can ever say. Thank you, professor." You forced yourself to speak, your hands clenching out of nerves at your side. He asked you your name, and you gave it to the room. Everyone else gave theirs.

"What is your story, young one?" A white-haired goddess, Storm, spoke up, moving forward to cup your cheek. You flinched, before realizing she was safe to make skin contact. You were satiated just by the energy in the room.

"Nothing special, really. Born a mutant, parents hated me, and I've been on my own since I was about..16? 17? My memory gets fuzzy when I try to remember my starving years. I discovered my powers when I was only 5 years old. Parents were having a fight, and the energy of it made me scream and cry so loud, it broke all the glass in the house."

"You were just a kid." Scott spoke softly, before you nodded.

"My parents had no idea what the hell I was. Took me to church over and over again to 'exorcise the demon', and when that didn't work, I thought it was my name for years. Then puberty hit, and that created a whole new problem. My mom started calling me a 'succubus' because I was able to point out anyone who was disloyal to their partners in the church. And when they asked me to prove it, I described the acts in..extreme, detail. I saw a bunch of memories a child should never be exposed to. Then, my father tried to put his hands on me, and I..fed. Fully, for the first time. He was ash by the end of it. So..I ran away."

The room went quiet at this. Rogue was the first to move to hold you, shaking her head.

"I know the pain, sugar. You're safe here. I'll take full responsibility over her training, Charles."

It was a strange feeling. Being so accepted almost immediately.

Hank had also vouched for you, promising to help you by studying your powers. Considering the scale was so vast, it was near-impossible to pinpoint what exactly it was your mutant gene gave you. Or if there was even a name for it.

It was impossible to keep the tears down. Anna Marie held you as it all came out. Quiet sobs of a mixture of emotions. Relief, grief, and a bit of fear. But...also, excitement.

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"The Allied Families"

Took forever, but finally did a Speakeasy shot of the vets in my AU!

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Get to know the author. ♡

Ty for the tag, @inkedwhimsee 😊😆😍

When did you start writing?

I started writing when I was 8 years old! I used to be asked to write short stories for my elementary classes and present them!

As for writing my own works of fiction/fanfiction? Middle school! My first fics were on Quotev for Creepypasta. They're long gone now, but I still remember it all fondly. 💀

What fic do you wish could get a little more love?

"The Scout Families", on A03! It's a 1920s, Mob AU Of Attack on Titan!

It's genuinely a passion project of mine. I grew up listening to the music, and being enamored with the fashion, architecture, and social structure during times of hardship. I also study the recipes they used for food scarcity, and just the thought of putting these character I adore into a found-family, gritty, noir-esque type story has been something I've always wanted to do.

First famous or fictional crush?

Oh gods, if we're going FIRST crushes?? My first Famous Crush was Teddy Roosevelt, from the "Night at the Museum" movies. 😂

First ones that had an impact on me though? The 03' Ninja Turtles. All four of em. 14 year old Julie was SPRUNG.

How open are you to people irl about your writing?

I'm open to anyone who asks!

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What's "mundane" is subjective. But, I guess I can say my favorite dessert of all-time is ice cream! Or shaved ice! Gimme Bingsu, Raspados, Cold Stone, ALLL OF IT!!

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5 Favorite Female Characters

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Jessica Rabbit, Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Mikasa Ackerman, Attack On Titan

Jubilee, X-Men

Katara, Avatar The Last Airbender

Luz, The Owl House

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Erwin x F! Reader: "Devoted"

Warnings: Yearning, Soft Dom!/switch Erwin, Confession, Oral (Male recieving), fingering, P in V

It had been hours since "Light's out". Cadets and ranked soldiers alike had long-since gone to sleep, and the entirety of the base was remarkably quiet.

Of course, save for yourself and the commander.

As the Commander's Executive Officer, (though often times you felt more like a personal assistant), it wasn't uncommon for you to spend many a late night with him.

Wether it was finishing off his speeches, essays, or formal letters of address to the veterans of other regiments, you were there to offer your aid.

With all this time spent together..you fell for him. Regretfully so.

Erwin, at his core, was a man who endured so much. Suffering, strain, and the endless search for knowledge was all-consuming. Since he had been Captain, you had been at his side. Be that by professional, or personal means.

Being a listening ear when the burden was too much. Siding with him during his ramblings about the regiment being disregarded at another meeting in the interior. Or, something you did on your own accord, getting his meals for him.

The first time you had done it, he just stared at you. Whether it was guilty or simply being surprised was debatable.

"You..didn't have to do this for me. I'm able to take care of myself, Corporal."

"I beg to differ, Captain. You've forgotten your lunch rations 3 days in a row now. So, I took it upon myself. Now, those letters to Premiere Zachary you wanted me to send out?"

You still remember how he looked at you. That subtle glimmer in his eye that had caught your attention completely. Then, a bashful smile, one you'd never seen before.

That very moment, from then on, you belonged to Erwin Smith.

You were brought out of your trip down memory lane by an exhausted sigh.

Erwin was much older now, granted, you were too. The Commander, aged by years of battle and mourning, currently pinching the bridge of his nose. Leaning against his desk with tense shoulders, giving way to his body's crying need for rest.

Your own expression was one of concern. Signing off on one last report, you stood, moving to pour him more black tea. A small effort, but one that didn't go unnoticed.

"If need be, Erwin, I can stay awake and finish up. I have the privelige of sleeping in tomorrow. You do not."

That roused a chuff from the man. Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his eyes, his head shaking in disagreement. "You forget yourself, my dear. It's out of the question for my executive officer to handle their Commander's responsibilities."

You hated how that stupid pet name made you weak in the knees. How the gravel of his voice made you salivate. Fighting to keep your composure, you sighed, setting the pot back down and leaning forward on his desk. One hand flat against the wood.

"And as your friend and comrade, I'm telling you you look like you're about to slam your head against your desk. You need sleep, Erwin. No one would hold it against you."

"Save for the council. Or the papers."

You scoffed, "When has The Commander of the Survey Corps ever paid them any mind? You're still human, Erwin..you need rest.."

Even with your years of discipline, it was difficult to mask your concern.

You saw him open his fingers, looking at you between the gap. His arm fell to his side, his head falling into his other palm. There was quiet for a moment, before he released another sigh.

"You can speak clearly..it's just us."

You nodded. Moving to sit on the edge of his desk, looking at him with a softness to your eyes.

There were slight bags forming under his. His jaw clenched. His brows furrowed, almost casting a shadow over his eyes.

"I'm not the only one worried about you, Erwin. Surely you know that."

" 'Worry' isn't something you should be concerning yourself with." A humorless laugh left him. Leaning forward, the blonde rested his cheek in his palm.

Little did you know how deeply this man cherished you.

You truly were a vision. The kindess he was blessed to recieve, your intelligent remarks, your absolute confidence in yourself and the people you cared for...he thanked whatever god took their time in crafting you.

Your heart..your very soul..how lucky was he to bare witness to it, every single day?

Erwin marveled at you. How the light of his office lanterns reflected against your skin..how even on the recieving end of your hardened gaze, he was hopelessly devoted. The strength in your form, the slight part in your lips..

Shit, how long had he been staring?

Suddenly, sitting up straight, he coughed into his fist. Clearing his throat and moving to stand.

"We, mm- should be more concerned with getting a full night's rest. Yes, we best be-"

You stopped him. Hand on his chest, forcing him back into his seat.

Erwin barely had time to register his own confusion, before you swung your legs over to his side, crossing them, and keeping your palm firm over his center.

His eyes locked with yours, and he froze. You were smiling. Devilishly so. It took the entirety of his will to fight the blood rushing to his pants.

"What are you-?"

"Shut up. I'm going to be concerned with whatever I damn well wish, Erwin. And I've been more than concerned with you, for years."

Your hand trailed upward, moving to grab the tail ends of his bolo tie. The man was speechless, watching as you pulled him closer. His eyes widened a fraction, unable to force back the blush in his cheeks.

You'd never been this bold before. And yet, endless nights of waiting, pondering, and yearning had reached their breaking point. And judging by his expression, he felt the very same.

"Have you any idea how many days I spent worrying for your sanity? Caring for you, hoping you would never feel alone in my presence? I spend my days with you, because I'm foolishly enamored with you, Erwin. And I've grown tired of waiting to tell you. Reject me, if you must. I'll send myself away if so. But, if there's even a sliver of myself in your mind, please..tell me."

In a moment, boldness gave way to weakness. Maybe even a bit of desperation.

All Erwin could do was gawk. Lips parted, his expression frozen in shock and, admittedly, arousal.

Then, he smiled. A genuine, warm smile. He allowed you to pull him closer, practically leashed by you. Standing with glee and eager hunger. His hands placed themselves at your sides, tugging you to the edge by your waist. His breath felt so warm against your lips.

"I consider myself an observant man..and yet I find myself surprised by you every day. It's bordering obsession..if I may be so selfish."

His lips were on your own in an instant. He wasn't the gentleman he put himself out to be. The soldier was starved. The man was greedy, holding you by your chin, working a moan from your throat as his tongue found its way against yours.

Chest to chest, his hands squeezing and grasping at whatever flesh he could, he growled as you tugged on his tie a little harder.

"I've wanted you for so long." He rasped out, locking his mouth to yours in utter desperation. "Gotten lost in my thoughts over you. Practically your fucking pet the second you walk into my office. You've broken me, my dear."

His words had you moored, clinging onto him as if he were the living form of your every desire. A firm grasp to your ass meant he was lifting you up, eager to get you away from the desk.

Pulling away from the kiss, you slapped his chest, smiling and instructing him with a glance to put you back down.

"I'm not done here. Let me worship you, properly. Erwin.."

At the feeling of your palm against his bulge, he swallowed, forcing himself to refuse the urge to rip off his belt.

He set you down, sat back in his chair as you commanded him to.

It was strange..taking orders instead of giving them. Salivating over the hunger in your eyes, watching you undo his pants. Pulling him out, his face flushed red as his length throbbed in your palm.

He was thick. So hard in your hand, the velvety skin lined with veins under your fingers. Erwin had no idea what a vixen you truly could be.

"Darling, I,"

"Just relax, Erwin. For once, don't think."

Your bottom lip dragged on the underside, before placing a kiss to his tip. His hands tightened their grip on the arms of his chair, the sensitivity of his cock only furthered by your love.

He could only gape and struggle to breathe, taking in every detail of your mouth caressing his tip. Then, suckling. Hard. Enough to make him stutter and fight to keep himself in place.

"I..I haven't been touched in years.." He confessed, running a hand through his golden hair. Still unwilling to accept that his dreams had come true in mere moments.

"I wanted to wait for you, I- a-ahh, I wanted to prove my loyalty, even if you may never have me."

You pulled away just enough to speak again, your eyes never leaving his. "Oh, Erwin, that's so sweet." You breathed with a rasp, your gaze siren-like, holding him in place so obediently.

"I'm honored, truly. To know my own effort was returned. Now, savor the fruit of your patience, my love. I want to share ecstasy with you."

That was all the warning you gave. He couldn't form so much as a word as you suddenly took half of him into your mouth, pressing the tip to the back of your throat. Your tongue pressed against him, tightening the cavern and making him grunt in pure pleasure.

"Fuck-! D-Darling, easy, please-"

Erwin struggled to keep his hips from bucking, his hand resting over his eyes in an attempt to hide his shame.

You hummed around him, forcing his legs further apart, and glaring up at him. How dare he hide away from you? If you were going to choke on his cock, he could swallow his damn composure.

His eyes went wide at the sudden force, gasping as he watched you bob your head up and down, encouraging him to fuck your throat.

"So greedy." He grunted, his hand suddenly moving to rest atop your head. Fucking finally.

"Think you're in control, love? You forget who's dick is in your mouth." He forced you down further, suddenly regaining that confidence and prose he was so known for.

Your nose hit his pubic bone. The thick blonde hair brushed your nostrils, his musk and scent invading your senses. Your throat constricted tightly, eliciting a gag as you moaned between his legs.

"Theerree you are. Take all of me, beloved." Erwin grumbled lowly, his eyes now carrying a glint of amusement.

Up and down..up..and down..watching your head rise and fall, saliva making its way past your lips..

Oh, he wanted this image burned into his mind. He wanted to ravish you. The way his fingers made a mess of your hair, tears welling up in your eyes.

Perfection.

He watched with a wicked smile. His cheek resting against his knuckles, still moaning and closing his eyes as bliss thrummed through him at a steady, delicious pace.

"I'm close, hun..swallow it all for me, hm?" He purred, before biting down on his knuckle, the second your hands moved to caress his inner thigh and balls. Massaging them enough to bring him to the edge.

The second his hips stuttered, you felt the hot sudden flush of his cum down your throat. You obeyed his command, swallowing it all up and forcing yourself to pull away with a cough.

He was already standing, scooping you from the floor, lying you flat on his desk.

"Teased me long enough. Can't leave you hanging now, can I? Get all of this off. Now."

Your body went faster than your mind. The second his hands were unbuttoning his shirt, you were sliding your boots and pants down your legs.

Clothes fell to the floor. His lips only left yours for brisk moments, whispering utter filth against your tongue. His fingers found your core, his cold and calculated gaze now intrigued as he watched you grind against his touch.

"You're soaked."

"Erwin, don't you dare tease me-" You breathed out, desperate and keening as you felt his fingers sink into your aching cunt. He only chuckled, silencing you with another kiss. Erwin whispered against your neck, knowing he was getting hard again.

"Relax, my darling..I need to make sure you'll be ready for me."

His arm reached under your back, forcing you into a slight arch. Holding you in position as his fingers began to pump deeper and deeper, his fingers making a "c'mere" motion against the spongy flesh inside. Every moan, every cry out for him, he adored every bit of it.

Your hand rested on his chest, the other attempting to steady yourself in his hold. Your mouth was parted completely, open and crying out with sinful, guttural moans.

Erwin's eyes never left your face. Watching every twitch and reaction, rubbing his thumb in tight circles on your clit, encouraging you to fall further and further off the precipice of desire.

Every drag of his touch felt unreal. Pleasure shocked and spiked through your body, sending waves of sin throughout your entire form.

"Don't stop, please, Erwin, I can't-!"

"Cum for me, my dear. I want my entire fucking hand soaked. You can do that for me, can't you? So damn beautiful."

His encouragement only seemed to further you to insanity. Your cunt spasmed and clenched around him repeatedly, his fingers only going faster and faster.

It was too much all at once. So fast..too much..

Why did you still crave more? Even as your back arched. Even as your thighs trembled, and slick dripped onto the office floor.

Breathless, at a loss for words, you watched as Erwin cleaned his fingers. His tongue lapping up your essence with his eyes rolling back.

"Absolutely divine."

Ever the gentleman, Erwin folded up his uniform jacket, placing it under your head to ensure your comfort. He stood before you, chiseled, beautiful, his chest rising and falling as his gaze seemed to focus solely on you. Your fucked-put face, flushed red, your inner thighs absolutely drenched in slick..he couldn't get enough.

His hands caressed every part of you. Your hips, breasts, and hips, no bit of skin was left unloved. He was breathless, dragging his tongue up your neck, tasting your skin as though you were living ambrosia. He whispered your name, looking you in the eyes as the blunt head of his cock pressed against your drenched pussy.

"You're mine, and mine alone. I want this entire fucking regiment to hear you, and know who you belong to. Don't hold back, love. No excuses.*

All you could do was admire him. The pinch of his brows, his flushed skin, all of him looked ethereal.

You couldn't help yourself. The second Erwin became one with you, lust gave way to passion. To connection. And with the way he was holding you, as if you were something precious, you knew he felt the same.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment. Moaning, panting, connected and wrapped around one another. Lips grazing, you managed to utter a whisper.

"I love you, Erwin."

He smiled. The blonde looked almost relieved, pulling you into another kiss. "As selfish as this may be..I can't deny you, darling. I've loved you far longer than you ever thought possible. And tonight.."

He grasped your hand, kissing your knuckles as he felt your legs wrap tightly around his waist. A grunt escaping him as he was now snug inside of you.

"Tonight..I want us to belong to one another. And every night after, every morning, and every moment, even though our duty comes first...I will love you as yours, in every sense possible."

With that, Erwin and yourself couldn't let go of one another, even for a brief moment.

Every slap of skin, every nip and kiss to flesh, all of it was addicting. The drag of his cock felt unbelievable, especially with how he seemed to throb inside of you.

"That's it darling. Take me, use me, fuck, you're sucking me in." He growled, face buried into your neck as he took you on his desk.

Your head felt dizzy from the sheer force of him. Every thrust was pounding his cock deep into your cervix, every slap of skin so horrifically lewd.

Even with your ankles locked behind him, the desk bumped and shook with the force of your lover. You tried in vain to cling tightly, to prevent from falling or risk breaking the desk.

Erwin didn't seem to care. He was openly panting and gasping now, cursing profanities and dipping himself deep down into your squeezing cunt.

"Erwin, harder, harder-!"

"Oh, you want me to go harder, beloved? I can go fucking harder. Bury myself so deep. Inside. You. You'll carry me for days!"

Your screams only grew louder. Your hips struggled to meet him halfway, as he brutalized himself inside of you. Jack-hammering with a bruising pace, until he was creating a loud, heavy slap of skin from his weight over your own. His balls slapped against you, pre cum already painting your insides as he pistoned into you with such greed.

You could feel it. That familiar burn. That pressure in your body, waiting to burst like a goddamned fountain.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, all while you threw your head back, screaming Erwin Smith’s name.

"Fuck anyone who hears. Keep screaming my name, gorgeous."

A rumble of a laugh escaped his chest. He lifted you in his arms, displaying his strength with masculine pride. Bouncing you on his cock, you could feel his smirk against your neck. His hands dug into your ass, playing with the flesh as he impaled you over and over again.

"E-Erwin! I'm gonna cum, shi-it-!"

"That's it, cum with me baby. Make a mess of me-!"

The *plap plap* of skin, the filthy wet sounds between you, all created a symphony as you met your peak together.

Screams of one another's names. Desperate cries as you shook in his arms, his cock beating his seed up into you.

It was a miracle he hadn't set you down.

Panting, catching your breath, the two of you could only look at one another in awe.

The Commander was smiling. Genuinely debauched and happy.

"I love you."

[ervvinz]

Veteran trio you will always have a special place in my heart

[aestheticallyuncanny]

I think the most annoying thing about being a fanfic writer with adhd, along with other processing/mental disorders, it the habit I like to call "cycling hyperfixations". (I know there's a legit term for it, but I can't think of it right now.)

For example, my main hyperfixations that have cycled in my life are: TMNT, AOT, and occasionally horror/creepastas.

I have fanfics in progress for ALL THREE, that I am extremely passionate about! And I genuinely love writing for each of them! But it's frustrating when I am so INTO a specific one for a hot minute, and then another goes "Yeah no you don't care about this one rn. Remember ME!?"

And them I get excited all over again, but it means the other two are neglected for a WHILE. And of course that means lack of interaction, or loss of interest from readers due to lack of consistency.

Believe me, I'm fully and 100% aware it's just a part of my neurodivergency, and thankfully most of my readers are genuinely so kind, and patient, and I couldn't be more grateful for the respective audiences I have from each Fandom.

I just get frustrated every now and then. 😂

[brainless-prince]

The real reason why there was no photographic technology on paradis

Genuinely why did they give him that same expression in every single flashback lmao🙏

Edit:

Sure

Levi ver:

[dailycatsblog]

[vintageaces]

We've been working on drawing a new header for our profile for days and weeks now, finally finished it together and man, we love how it came out, it's definitely an upgrade from our old one. It doesn't have everyone in it, but mostly the main boys that are around/out sometimes -K/J/V

Honestly a pool setting was fitting.

Really loving how our art style is developing too 👍

[aestheticallyuncanny]

My family 😭💞💞💞

[aestheticallyuncanny]

A love letter, From Erwin Smith to You: ⚔️💕

"My Darling,

There is not a moment in the day where I didn't think of your presence. Of your grounding, your warmth, or the joy you bring not only to me, but to others.

I was cruel in asking you to be mine, knowing the distance and fear my livelihood can cause you. But, as I've stated before, I refuse to allow regret to hold me back. And I knew I would regret it if I never told you the extent of my feelings.

I assure you, they run far deeper than you could ever comprehend.

Your scent is in my mind. Your laughter in my blood. Your presence in my very soul and heart. One I have dedicated to humanity, so I may lay a foundation for us someday.

I can never apologize enough for ruining you. For taking your patience, your consideration, and asking it of you every day that I am away.

Do be reminded, beloved, that you too have ruined me.

No light can compare to yours. Even on the mountain of corpses I stand upon, you are the only heaven the circles of hell have granted me. My respite from daily demands. My release, my very home, lies within you.

I long to hold you in my arms again soon. To press my lips to yours, and to consume every tear you may shed. Devour every moan you grant me.

I would be so blessed to taste you once more. To exist only within each other, to satisfy my hunger until I must starve for you once again.

Until then, my darling, dream of me as I dream of you. Whisper your dreams and desires to the moon, so I may receive them beyond the walls.

Your weary soldier, awaiting your grace, Erwin.

[aestheticallyuncanny]

Erwin's Internal Thoughts Pt. 3, Suggestive/NSFW editioonn!! 🔞

*The two of you are drinking*

You: Honestly, when's the last time you got laid?

Erwin: Unfortunately, years. Courting isn't exactly one of my strong suits, it seems.

Erwin (internally): I would literally sit you upon my desk and savor your taste if you would allow me. The thoughts that repeat in my mind would never compare to the taste of your lips. I feel so shameful for wanting you, but God, I crave you. Deeply.

You: *surprising him, wearing something nice and sitting on his desk* Waited for you all day, handsome. I was growing impatient.

Erwin: *blushing, lips parted, eyes wide.* I..I'll lock the door.

Erwin (internally): I am so lucky.. I'm going to make tonight worth the wait. I'll stuff you full of me until you're dripping. I don't want you to be able to walk tomorrow.

Erwin: *kissing you for the first time* I- I don't want to be too forward, but-

You: Erwin, shut up, and take me.

Erwin (internally): THANK THE GODS, I'VE WAITED SO FUCKING LONG!

*You're under his desk*

Erwin: Ah, no teeth, hun,

You: Sorry gorgeous, here..

Erwin (internally): IloveyouIloveyou, Shit, I love you so much-

*After the act, basking in bed together.*

Erwin: You'll never understand how deeply I cherish you..

You: Don't overthink this, okay? I know you can't give much. But, I'm willing to take everything you offer. Even if I have to wait years to have you like this again..

Erwin (internally): I've done nothing to deserve you. You've been so patient with me and I fear there's no reward for you at the end of this. I'm a terrible man for doing this to you, but every day that you're mine is a day I am so grateful for. You deserve so much better than me..and yet, I'm only happy because I know you're by my side.

[aestheticallyuncanny]

⚔️The Scout Families, Ch.9 🪽

An AOT mafia AU

The whisps of cigar smoke blew out from his mouth. Erwin sighed, tapping the ashes off and leaning his head back.

Another day, another meeting reporting crime rates, Miche's men gathering leads, and trying to come up with the money to cover up Hange's efforts, and the trail of bodies following the Ackerman family.

Rubbing his temple, he sipped from a glass, chilled whiskey soothing his woes with a burn down his throat.

The office was quiet. Save for the radio programs playing in the corner, lamplights illuminating the quiet space.

Erwin never once thought himself as the "Don" type. He wasn't organizing drive-bys or squeezing business owners for protection money. No..he never was that kind of person.

Still, the young ones couldn't keep their mouths shut, even around him. The historian chuckled as he recalled Connie's impression of a mafioso with a Tommy gun, a cigar between his teeth and a fedora on his hat.

Though to be fair, he was organizing criminals. Bringing up children to be cold-blooded killers and tacticians.

To think, this all started because he learned too much, far too young. His father was killed for trying to expose the level of corruption in Paradis, and he carried that weight on his shoulders for eternity.

"What would he say of me now?" He wondered aloud, looking up at the painted portrait on his wall.

An older gentleman with a beard and glasses, holding a younger boy in his arms. Eyes bright and still full of life.

Erwin knew his father would have adored his grandchildren. Likely called Porco a scamp, Reiner a brick wall..Falco would have been the pride and joy as the youngest. Annie would have reminded Mr. Smith of his wife, Erwin often wondered if they were related by blood. Historia was a darling. And Armin..

Oh, Armin. A prodigy just as much as him. In every single way. The boy shared his curiousity, his thirst for knowledge, and exceptional talent in finding the connection between historical events and lies told through propaganda.

Though, Armin was far more musically inclined than he was. He recalled being so proud when the boy had hesitated in asking for piano lessons.

It was good for him to have a hobby that wasn't so obsessive; he didn't want his adopted son to lose himself in all of this. Not to his degree, in the very least.

A knock came to his office door. Speak of the devil.

"Come in, son." Erwin's voice spoke in a low rasp, taking another puff of the cigar between his teeth.

The young boy poked his head through, holding a stack of books in his arms, with a tired expression.

"Apologies, father. Am I interrupting?"

Such a sweet young man. Always considerate. Erwin only shook his head, gesturing for the boy to come sit beside him.

"How was rehearsals, Armin?" He asked with a soft smile, making the boy return the expression as he sat down.

"Hitch is having us change up the chords and scales to one of the songs. I'm adaptable, but I don't have the heart to tell her we'd need an entire orchestra to play what she has in mind for the wedding." The younger blonde chuckled, watching as his father offered him a glass. He politely declined, leaning back against the sofa.

"I came to say goodnight to you before heading to bed..but..something's troubling you, father. I can see it."

Erwin shook his head, a rich laugh escaping him as he looked at his son. "Ever the observant one, Armin. But, I'm fine son. I promise, it's nothing for you to worry about."

Armin's brows knit together at this. He sighed, turning to face his father and taking off his woven cap. "Apologies, father, but considering I'm one of your many heirs, I think your stresses are my concern. I just wish you would let us help a little more."

"You and your siblings already risk yourselves enough with upkeeping appearances, and gathering information from the elite. You still have your youth. I want you to enjoy it while you can." Erwin then noticed Armin had brought out the chess set, making a proud smirk appear on his face. The audacity of this boy. It was like looking at a mirror of his younger self.

Relenting, he helped the boy set up, the two moving methodically and in sync.

When he'd adopted Armin, chess was the first game they'd played together. His first attempt at breaking the scared boy's walls down. Learning something so complex and complicated seemed to enamor him instantly.

Taking another puff from his cigar, and setting the timer, the game began.

Move after move. Play after play. Erwin could see his son's brilliance in everything he did. A game was no exception. The scan of his eyes, the way his fingers twitched against the table. It was as if the boy got an adrenaline rush at being challenged.

At the loss of his bishop Erwin raised a brow, seeing Armin interlace his fingers.

"Bad move, son."

"Was it?" Armin smiled, making his next move.

"You've left your king exposed." Erwin combated, intercepting.

Armin only chuckled, "I still have my queen."

Realizing how the board had been trapped, Erwin's eyes widened. In pursuit, he didn't protect his own. His king was taken. Armin gave a boastful smile, "Checkmate, father."

With a knowing glance, Erwin leaned back, resting his jaw against his knuckles as he sipped his drink.

"And what is it you're trying to tell me, Armin?"

Knowing he had his guardian's attention, the boy moved to clean up. Placing the pieces back into the box. "You've been..distant. The my siblings and friends are worries about you." He admitted with a soft expression, holding Erwin's king in his palm. "You've been so concerned with getting enemies out of the way, I'm worried you aren't keeping track of yourself. The last thing I want is to see you fall to an oversight. Or, for you to miss something because you haven't the time to slow down. Or to take a step back and look at the bigger picture again."

"It's not your job to worry about me, Armin. You're still young. Yes, you, your friends, and your cousins have been a great deal of help to me, and more and more of you are progressing in the family. However, I want you all to be concerned with one another. Not your guardians." Erwin spoke with a sense of duty, moving to stand and place his hand on the boy's shoulder. He put out his cigar, taking a moment to look at his charge.

"You and your siblings are my pride. My legacy. Don't fret yourself over an old man with a target on his back."

"I'm not worried about my leader. I'm worried about my father." Armin clarified, and Erwin lost his words for just a moment.

There he went again. His son, seeping his way into his cold heart. Then, Armin embraced him. Lying his head on the older man's chest, overwhelmed by those feelings he was raised with.

Unconditional love. Care. Pride. Safety. His eyes began to burn as Erwin returned the embrace, holding his son as if he were cradling him in his arms again.

"I suppose I have been missing a lot, haven't I?" Erwin whispered, the shame crawling up his spine. Armin only shook his head, his voice breaking as he spoke.

"Losing you to death would be one thing. But I don't want to lose my father to his purpose. Or his drive. I want you enjoy your family, not set a foundation you may not even live to see us inherit."

The song on the radio became a far more somber tune. Erwin rubbed his back, smiling against the young man's hair. Quiet clarinet and horn filled the room, making the young boy chuckle.

"Do you remember the first jazz show you took me and my siblings to? We were so surprised, wondering why such a rich man wanted to find entertainment in the slums."

"Because I myself grew up in poverty, Armin. I fought for everything I have, and did some things I'm certainly going to hell for. But, it was worth it. So I could have the family I dreamed of, and give young souls like yourself a second chance at life." Erwin pulled away, looking Armin in the eyes. His smile was genuine, a sight the boy was rarely given.

"And I'll continue to fight, to make this world a better place for all of you."

"I take it the wedding has been a reason for your stresses?" Armin asked bluntly, earning a sigh from his father. This boy was too damn smart, he couldn't lie to him.

The two sat on the sofa again, watching the fireplace crackle and burn.

"Don't get me wrong, I was over the moon to see our family celebrate something for once. But the attention was immense. I know it put a target on my sister's back. I've been writing to Historia every day of their honeymoon...in case that offers some reassurance."

Erwin nodded, grateful his son had thought ahead. "Their marriage hasn't been a source of stress for me. I know both girls can handle themselves. It's more the attention it brings to our family as a whole. Do I regret it? Of course not. We did something..extraordinary.."

"The first of many steps.." Armin responded in understanding, crossing his arms.

Then, he smiled, turning to look at his father again. "..Maybe we should all take a break?"

Erwin cocked a brow at this. Was this his children's way of requesting a vacation? Sending their most tactful brother to ask? The thought was adorable. Nothing had truly changed since they were tots.

"And where would you suggest, Armin?" The man dared to ask, seeing his son pull out a notebook.

And here we go, proposing it like a plan with a business transaction. Erwin couldn't help the deep chuckle that escaped him as Armin went to present his facts.

And he did. Budget acquired by Porco, spots for safety and discretion by Reiner, long stretches of road for Annie, and, plenty of sweet shops and a beach for Falco.

"And for yourself, son?" Erwin dared to ask, seeing the boy clear his throat.

"And for US, father, plenty of museums to be visited. And because I know you're a workaholic, " Armin added, pulling a letter from his pocket to hand to Erwin. "We would be going initially for this. You were formally invited to the World Historian society conference in Rome. Next month."

Erwin was amused by his son's effortless cadence. He took the letter, nodding as he realize how fluidly Armin managed to merge his work with his children's play.

"Did you keep this from me just for you to present all of this?"

"I am nothing if not without a plan, Father."

Erwin was quiet for a moment, before his trained ears picked up on the straining footsteps behind the door. So, his other children were listening this whole time? Little masterminds.

He kept the suspense, seeing Armin was starting to grow tense. Then, standing, nodding.

"Well, i can't deny a thorough plan. Why not?"

"Guys!! He said yes!!" Armin suddenly shouted in relief, startling the elder blonde.

Suddenly, Erwin's children piled in, running to tackle him to the floor. A hearty laugh escaped him as he heard their crowing 'thank you's.

"Just you wait pop, we'll be sipping limoncello and wine by the sea in no time!" Porco shouted, an eager grin on his face.

"With Gelato, and pasta!" Falco added, the small boy patting his father's chest in excitement.

"And fishing! Sitting out on a boat, watching the sunset-" Reiner piped up, before Annie flicked his head. "You can go on a boat, I'm gonna be riding my bike through the streets."

Erwin had to take in this moment. A breath. A heartbeat.

Wasn't this what he'd been fighting for? A future where his children could be excited about the world? Happy..safe..connected.

In his arms, clamored together in the house he'd built just for them.

It was a miracle. For in this moment, his dream had been fully realized.

There was so much work to be done still. But for now, he could revel in this. Be grateful they got this far.

"Rome will be wonderful.."