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Fanfic writer (Erwin Smith or Levi Ackerman) | Realistic AU or canon | Musician | INTJ-T

[rosethorns10]

For Better or Worse

18+ | Minors DNI

Summary: Secretly dating, you and Levi are invited to a wedding of two mutual friends. As the festivities begin, you both are celebrating in your own way.

Featured: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith (briefly), Hange Zoë (briefly)

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A formal gown, heels, and your hair up in a stylish bun, you looked so beautiful as you stood there and mingled with the wedding guests. Small talk was being made - only to pass the time and wait for the ceremony and your friend, the bride, to show up. After a few minutes, you found a seat near the front. 

From across the way, a pair of steel-blue eyes glanced at you every so often. He was sitting with his friends – acquaintances, as he put them – and then said something to Hange. She looked over at you, and you looked away as she stood up.

You looked around at the décor: White, gold, and black. How formal and chic everything looked. 

Please, don’t come over here. For the love of shit, please don’t come over here.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Turning, you saw Hange standing there with a big grin on her face. Internally groaning, you happily inquired, “What’s up, Hange?” Hange invited, “Sit with us!”

With them…

With him…

“Are you sure?” you inquired meekly, and she grinned and said, “Yes! Levi sent me over.” “Oh? Well, how surprising,” you mused as you stood and gave up your spot. She looped her arm around yours and took you across the aisle, warranting unwanted glances. 

Once you arrived, Erwin scooted over and teased, “I’ll let you and your girlfriend sit together, Levi.” “Tch, she’s not my girlfriend,” Levi retorted as he crossed his arms, and you sat down and murmured, “He’s right. We’re not dating.” 

How troublesome it would be if we actually admitted we were.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he muttered under his breath as Erwin and the others talked, and you nodded your thanks and whispered, “You look handsome.” He rolled his eyes, and you smiled and looked straight ahead.

The music began playing, and everyone stood. After the vows were said and the ceremony sealed with a kiss, you watched as the happy couple walked down the aisle and out the door. Slipping out to get some fresh air, you entered the corridor and sighed. 

That was too much pomp and circumstance for your liking. But, you need to escape from his gaze. He had looked at you often during the ceremony, and his hand was struggling to not grab yours. It had felt like he was going to forego decorum and allow his lustful side to come out then and there.

As you turned the corner, you heard, “Oi.”

Turning around to look who was behind you, you were shocked to find Levi standing there. White cravat, white, long-sleeved shirt, black suit, and black shoes, he had a stern look on his face. 

What now?

“Yes, Levi?” you squeaked, your demeanor now demure. Walking towards you, his shoes click-clacked on the stone floor as his eyes pierced into your soul. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked sternly, and you replied immediately as you were nearly filled with panic, “Nowhere. I’m just looking around.” 

Now in front of you, he rolled his eyes and said, “Come with me.” “Why?” you inquired curiously, and he took your hand and led you down the corridor without a word. Turning another corner, he suddenly pushed you up against the wall and kissed you. You sighed with relief; his walls finally came down. As his arm wrapped around your waist, his tongue entered your mouth. 

He didn’t need permission from you. 

As much as he fucked you, why would he ask you?

“Fuck, you made me fucking wait. How cruel do you have to be, huh?” he muttered between kisses, and you gave him a coy smile and replied, “Well, it drove you crazy, didn’t it?” 

“Tch, cheeky,” he whispered as his cool fingers lightly ran over your bare skin, sending tingles down your spine. “If you wanted me to sit with you, you should’ve gotten me yourself instead of Hange,” you whispered as he kissed down to your neck, and he pressed up against you and asked, “And have Erwin and Hange teasing the fuck out of me while asking you personal questions? No.”

You smiled from his consideration and remark, and he moved the collar that hid his love marks and kissed your neck. Your head lolling to the side, you whispered as he kissed again, “You made it difficult to find a dress that covered your marks, babe.” Licking your neck, he “hmph”ed and replied, “Well…it’s your fault. You’re too damn irresistible and taste good.”

“Levi? (Y/N)? Where are you two? Pictures are being taken!” you heard Hange’s voice echoing the corridor as her heels click-clacked on the stone floor.

Shit.

Wrapping his cool fingers around your wrist, Levi took you to one of the rooms and closed the door. As he locked it, you looked around as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. 

Of all places...it had to be a storage room with cleaning supplies. A dusty room with cleaning supplies. We’re gonna get in trouble for this.

Taking his jacket off and putting it on one of the chairs, he immediately went over to you and whispered, “Tch, the place is filthy. Bend over. We don’t have a lot of time, and I’m not going to fucking wait until this night’s over.”

“Bend over? Where?” you asked rather innocently, your mischievous demeanor breaking through just for him. Impatiently, he pushed your head down onto the table. 

His hand on the back of your head and then moving to the back of your neck, he whispered in your ear, “Here, you naughty girl. Fuck…you in that dress…you look so fucking beautiful. Enough playing around. Hange will find us sooner or later, and I’m not going to be found midthrust with you trying not to cry my name. Try to stay quiet.” 

“Between you and me, Levi, I think you’re the louder of us,” you teased, and he asked, “Is that so? Wanna make a bet with me?” “Bet?” you asked as you turned your head to look at him, and you saw a smirk on his face. 

That smirk was just for you and no one else. How lucky you were.

Giggling, you inquired, “What’s the bet?” Quietly, he replied, “I bet you’ll be screaming my name by the time I’m done with you.” “Or, you’d be saying mine,” you teased as you licked your lips, and he said, “Bet I won’t. I bet you’ll say my name way before I say yours.” “Bet,” you replied as he raised your skirt and saw you were already starting to soak through your panties. 

“How wet you are,” he mused as he pulled your panties down, and you sighed, “To be honest, this is kinda hot.” As he worked to get his cock out, he asked, “Yeah? Well, how bad do you want me?” “Bad enough,” you whispered, making him smirk. For someone with a height and physique as his, he had surprised you the first time with his length and girth. He truly lived up to the Ackerman name.

Stroking it, he murmured alluringly, “Do you want it?” “Yes, Le…Sir,” you replied, catching yourself. “Faltering already?" he teased, "Tch, you’re used to saying my name. I think I’ve broken you in. Now…” Pushing two fingers into your cunt, he began to fuck you like that. 

Pleasure trying to take control of your body, you gasped, “Sir, nnngh… Not that.” Smirking, he whispered, “I like you calling me “Sir.” Now…” He quickly thrust his cock into you, nearly making you cry out. His hand on your coccyx, he made your back arch as he growled, “Fuck, you’re tight. Baby...” As you adjusted to his size, you could only let out a whimper. 

Thrusting at his usual pace and grabbing your hips, he growled, “You wore that fucking dress and did this.” “Well… Fuck, it’s your fault.” you breathed, and he asked, “How the hell is it my fault?” “I told you I’d be wearing it, and you were the one who said it suited me. Didn’t I warn – ah, damn it. I’m not gonna lose this fucking – “

He thrusted deeper and harder, breaking your sentence. Nearly forgetting your bet, you gasped, “No…damn it, Le…” “Say my name, baby,” he ordered between thrusts, and you shook your head and groaned, “No.” 

Damn it, I’m not going to fucking lose to him.

Pulling your head up and bringing your lips to his, he kissed you and whispered, “Say my name. It’s all right. Lose this bet, and I’ll cum inside you.” “I’ll be damned to lose this bet, babe,” you whispered, and he growled, “Damn it. You were so damn close. Just say my name.” You shook your head furiously, and he thrust into you so hard that you ended up crying out, “LEVI!”

Trembling underneath him, you had coated his cock to its base. Your hair now somewhat of a mess, your body was in control of itself as it had left your mind in the dust. 

Damn him... I... I - Fuck, I lost.

“There’s a good girl,” he murmured as he let you back down, and you gasped, “Levi…” “What, baby?” he panted as sweat rolled down his face, and you groaned, “Damn it, I lost the bet.” “I knew you would,” he breathed before thrusting past your cervix. 

Your cheek against the table, you were pounded senseless as your body acted on its own. Your mind was blank, and you felt swimmy headed. “Fuck,” you heard him growl, and you lost all control and began crying his name.

Levi…Levi…Levi…

A few more thrusts, and he groaned and smacked your ass. “Stay right there, baby… Fuck, this won’t be the last time today we’ll fuck,” he breathed as he held onto you, and you sighed, “I knew it. You wouldn’t resist.” “Oh? Well…” he groaned before pulling out, and you moaned and turned around. 

Your eyes widened, and a “Holy shit,” left your lips.

Larger than usual, thicker than usual… No wonder he couldn’t wait any longer. If Erwin or Hange had seen him like this, seen that, they’d pick at him like no tomorrow. 

Kissing your lips, he whispered, “I love you. You know that, right?” Smiling, you nodded and murmured, “Yes, I do. I love you, too.” Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, he said, “Good. Now, excuse me.” You nodded and took care of yourself as he took care of himself. For someone so rough, he was still such a gentleman.

When you two were ready to go, he took your hand and said, “Dance with me this evening.” “In front of everyone?” you inquired softly, your mind racing as your heart pounded against your chest. 

It’d mean he’d be confirming the rumors were, indeed, true. 

A rare gentleness overcoming his usual expressionless expression, he wrapped an arm around your waist and murmured, “Yes, in front of everyone. I’d be damned to let anyone flirt with you this evening. You’re mine.”

[1812p4n]

𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖞 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 & 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 @strawberrystepmom

... and as he looked out the window, his eyes were met with a sight that he oh so dearly loved, yet a sight that made his heart clench. The snow was falling gracefully from the dark night sky. Flakes so white and pure, a conflicted contrast to the darkness of the night.

Leaning back in his chair, his gaze flickered to the small clock on his table and a sigh left his lips. Erwin was used to working late, staying at the university for longer than any other professor would or should — yet it brought him comfort. Staying in a place so understanding of his intellect, felt like freedom.

Like home — no that's a lie.

It was used to feel like home till he met you. A wonderful soul that took his heart, cradled it close to your own and made clear that you would never let it go.

You were his new home. You were his new everything and right now you were alone. Alone in your small apartment, while he was alone in the empty office.

And perhaps you both felt lonely. Felt a longing for one another. Felt like throwing yourselves out into the cold biting winter night to rush to your loved one.

But instead of doing anything that might end up being too rushed, too fast for a new relationship, Erwin picked up his phone. Stared for a moment at the picture of you and him infront of an animal shelter where you picked out a cat for yourself. A cat that surely looked like the most menacing cat he had ever seen, but the way your eyes lit up and you quickly hushed a 'he's mine', made it clear that the menace to society stole your heart and now your apartment — and probably his heart along the way as well.

A soft chuckle, that was barely audible, escaped his lips as he shook his head and rubbed two fingers along his lips. Trying his utmost best to stop himself from grinning like a lovesick fool at the memory and the thought of your smiling face.

And then he called you.

It rang once, twice and then your sweet voice broke the through it with a 'Hello?'

That was the moment Erwin felt himself relax and slump into his chair. Letting his head rest against the back and his blue eyes stare at the ceiling. Your simple hello was enough for this man — that was a total simp for you, to want to throw all etiquettes out the window and actually run to you, through this snowy, icy night. To a lover he just met weeks ago. To a lover he knew he would marry sooner than later.

'Let's go on a date, shall we?'

[m-jelly]

Levi struggles with getting his feelings across.

He's very emotional internally and wants to get it all out. Levi wants to express all of his feelings towards you and acts of service and physical touch are his main expressions of love.

That's not enough for Levi though.

Levi loves you so much he needs you to know everything in his heart and mind. So, you make a suggestion and he loves it.

Levi writes you dozens of letters expressing how he feels about you. Every single letter is dripping with love and devotion to you. Levi loves gifting you the letters and watches you read them. He adores that you keep every single letter in a special box that you call your love treasure chest.

If you write a letter back to him, he gets very flustered by it but thinks it's the best thing in the world and cherishes it.

[liyahsun]

An Evening Spent | Erwin Smith Modern AU | Oneshot

18+ Content | Minors DNI

Summary: You and Erwin have been dating for some time now. He comes from wealth and loves sugaring you, even when you insist he doesn't. One particular evening he decides to treat you to dinner of a special kind.

Featured: Erwin Smith, mentions of Ymir and Historia

Word Count: 2.7k

Chapter Contents: female reader, older (seasoned) more established Erwin, allusions to reader having a darker complexion, fingering, heavy kissing, deep penetration, lifted during sex, breeding kink, spanking, dry humping, rough sex, voyeurism, muffling

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Special thanks to @rosethorns10 for the contribution!

He’s there, sitting across from you more striking than ever. Especially in this faded light of the highly acclaimed restaurant he brought you to tonight. He’d said all his colleagues speak greatly of the food and service here, and that there was no other place like it. It wasn’t hard to miss the appeal of the establishment. To say it was glamorous would be merely an understatement. Your breath hitched as you took a moment to take in the intricate details of the art on the ceiling that was surely to be hand-painted meticulously—each line and curve to intersect with some way of effortless amalgamate. The columns that supported the ceiling were reminiscent of Egyptian architecture, palm-like fronds painted atop of each one. The brown and gold-hued opulence of the lights that exuded from each wall hollered “luxury”. Each booth dark and deep that paid in some way impressions to the past, like a motif to the Renaissance. Oh, and upon looking down to what’s in front of you, menu fancy font and diction, nearly the length of an alluring novel. All these elements were enough to arouse you alone.

You gaze at your menu some moments longer, legs crossed with thighs squeezing together, rolling your ankle in your strappy stilettos—the red ones he had offered to buy you just last week.

"Is something the matter dear?" He chuckles lowly, gazing into your eyes, sly smile playing at his plush lips.

His words traveled straight through you to your faintly pulsing region. That deep baritone voice of his. So smooth when enamored by you yet so brazen when giving commands to the infantry. Every word that flowed out of him so polished it could be considered a hidden talent. The facileness of his gentle and loving demeanor. You swear he knew what he was doing to you at this very moment. Is it noticeable? The wave of pleasure that caused you to jolt in your seat slightly? To deny that you were beyond turned on and stifled right now by Erwin would be a greater lie.

Placing the menu down you hastily reach for your wine glass, swirling it a bit to appear not-so-frantic to him. The sip that you just took to cool yourself down was not enough as he was gazing at you with those deep blue eyes of his—bringing a greater heat about your body.

Another chuckle fills your ears again.

"Feverish, aren't we?"

"Stop it," you managed to get out in an attempt to be stern, but failed to a great extent knowing well your words had no true intention of stopping him.

It was what drew you in the most about him. The way he seemed to know just what buttons to press, gears to shift every single time. Your chest heaved visibly and strained against the silk of your dress as your heart rate increased.

"I—Ineed to visit the lady's room" you plead, nearly winded.

You've succumbed to your raging heat.

Placing your palms on the clothed table, in your peripheral vision you see him nod as you excuse yourself. It was definitely obvious now.

After what seemed like ages, you make it to the bathroom, designs inside replicating the significant details of the dining area.

Damn this place is nice.

Immediately, you wet a towel with frigid water, pressing it against your neck and cheeks hoping to find some solace from the searing heat that has claimed your body.

It wasn't working.

Momentarily you turn to face the stalls, wondering if anyone had just witnessed your actions. Not one person in sight.

Good, you thought.

Your eyes close again, attempts to still come down from that high, further massaging your temples to soothe your racing thoughts.

Suddenly the bathroom door abruptly opens, a tall figure briskly slipping its way in. Before you could comprehend whom it may be, large arms encircled your body and swept you into the largest stall, which had floor-length wooden doors for maximum privacy. As you were about to cry for help in fear for the worst, an all-too-familiar hand muffles your mouth. The other locking the stall.

Erwin.

In a stealthy movement his body circles its way to your front, all those years of endless military training portrayed in his actions of handling you. Each touch with ease and purpose.

Those large hands of his finding their way to your ass, pulling the smaller frame of your body against his larger one. The fabric of your dress was not enough to shield the fiery heat that exuded from his fingertips.

"Haven't I told you what this dress does to me?" He whispers, leaning forward to peck your soft lips.

"How it accentuates your curves, and compliments your golden brown skin," he musters in between hot kisses, massaging your ass more prominently.

His tongue is so magnificent in your mouth, breaching yours as your tongue was already in need of feeling his. If you weren't throbbing enough already, his words and the sounds of your tongue's wet squelches just amplified it. All you could manage to do was hum and moan so helplessly into the deep kiss. He had a way of melting you every single time he was like this.

He lifted you up like you weighed nothing to him, the bottom of your silk dress bunching at your hips, panties growing more damp against his strained hardness. You leap upwards surrounding your thighs around his waist, slithering your fingers into his neatly done blonde undercut. He shivers in pleasure from the feel of your nails scratching his scalp so good, bringing about a deep guttural moan that reverberated through your chest. This caused you to thrust forward onto his erection as you could no longer contain yourself. Only to earn a powerful thrust from him in response.

He was practically fucking you through your clothing, lifting you up and down. Whimpers and shivers became of you so easily. His thrusts grew with more velocity, more forcefulness.

He groaned against your lips, "Well what do you want me to do?"

It practically sounded like he was begging, you know him.

All you could bring yourself to do was pant against his lips as he kept grinding his dick against you.

He teased, "Wet already? I can feel how damp. Oh, my…"

He kisses and continues, "Well, the fun must continue, shall we?"

Leaning closer to your ear he dropped his voice to a low growl and murmured huskily, "let me make love to you. They won't even know we're here," he sensually licks behind it.

"But, you must stay quiet, can you do that for me?"

You nodded, an answer barely escaping your parted lips. He placed you back down, turning you away from him so that he could pleasure you with full surprise, you not knowing of what is to come.

He raised your dress exposing more of your skin to him. This dress drove him absolutely insane. He was doing his best not to shred it into pieces.

Taken completely off-guard, he strikes your ass, sending pleasure throughout your body, tongue lolling out of your mouth with no control. A bit of drool spilling out. His hands grip your hips as you attempt to hold onto the bathroom wall to try and keep yourself upright. His favorite part was seeing the contrast of his lighter skin tone slap against your rich and vibrant dark skin.

He teases you again by thrusting into you once more asking, "What is it you want me to do to you?" He moans off and you swear it feels as if he's penetrating you, clenching harder around nothing.

He leans down into your ear, "fuck you like the good girl you are?" He thrusts again.

"Eat you out? You know how greatly I love tasting you," he nearly whimpers while thrusting roughly, "especially when your so profoundly wet like this, and I get to taste all of your essence"

With each thrust his words became more breathy to where they became faint mutters. The filthiness of them turning him on as much as they did you. He was losing his composure.

Peering back at him you could see his tie was askew, shirt beginning to have creases. It was enough for you to lick your lips and murmur, "fuck me, or better yet, do what ever you'd like"

"What ever I like? Well, right now I'd love to rip what you're wearing off and passionately make love to you. To make your head spin with euphoria,” he kisses the nape of your neck, “to have you crying out my name like you do back at the house."

He pauses.

"But, I must restrain myself. You wouldn't want to come out a total mess, would you? Or, knowing you, you might."

His fingers traced the curves of your ass again admiring the red handprints beginning to form from his earlier inflictions.

"But," he smirked,

"Tell me again what you want me to do, love."

The wine bringing about a boldness from within, you revolve around to face him again. Your hand took hold of his rather large erection, stroking him through his pants. He became so undone as you made him groan with satisfaction. Your eyes looking into his half-lidded ones, a grin plastered on your face.

Your cheeks warm, either from the wine or at the filthiness of your actions, you giggle into his ear, "You tell me sir."

He groaned into your mouth again. You loved it when he did that—the sound and the heat of his breath engulfing your mouth. Everything about him was so intoxicating, and his erection only grew harder, tent in his pants straining to be relieved. With your comment, he took initiative and pulled down your panties.

"Mmm, dark green lace? You know that's my favorite. I've always loved how it compliments your complexion."

Your walls squeeze again at his words, and your strokes gained more pressure as you were becoming needy. It was impossible for the two of you to detach yourselves now as you were in so deep. His hot touch caressed your bare sex, delving slowly into your slick folds, pulling a soft, low, and long moan from you as you felt his thick finger go deep.

"E-rwin...yes" you lift a leg to wrap around him as he inserts another finger skillfully.

"What, my love?" he mused when you unzipped his pants to give his erection some relief.

You remained silent, the wine hitting its peak as you unbuttoned his pants, working quickly to let the monstrosity of a cock out. At last it sprung free upon lowering his underwear. It throbbed and bobbed up and down eagerly, so swollen and leaking a string of pre-cum to the floor.

He groans, "fuck it," lifting your body, and without warning, burying his cock inside you. Not being able to control your reaction, you cry out, immediately silenced with a long kiss.

He whispers, "Remember what I said. You must remain—"

he shudders,

" —quiet. We mustn't attract attention. Not right now."

His gorgeous blue eyes roll back when he begins ramming into you deliciously at a steady pace, finding his own difficulty in keeping his voice down. The wind was being knocked out of you in the most gratifying way.

He holds your body still against his, your overwhelming wetness pooling between your bodies. Walking you two backwards to place you between him and the cool bathroom wall, he trails steamy wet kisses down your neck. His lips reach that sensitive spot of skin he's so familiar with at the base of your supple neck and bites down, sucking long and hard.

"Oh yes, just like that," you moan tugging at his hair some more.

A low growl filled the stall, his thrusts resumed.

His thrusts into you were hard and raw. The squelches from your wetness take over your ears, nourishing them with delight. Your body is so weak as you grip onto the nape of his neck, heels of your feet delving into his firm ass to keep you afloat. All the while feeling the drip of your wetness trail down your ass and thighs— he feeling the stickiness trail down his heavy balls and inner thighs.

The mixed sensations of his swirling tongue against your skin and his deep thrusts sent shockwaves through your body. You definitely weren't going to last long, neither was he.

"Erwin-" you manage to get out in a whimper, and to your surprise his response is to pound into you harder, the sound of the slaps from his contact against you.

Abruptly, you hear a creak of the bathroom door. Your eyes shoot open and your pleasure is halted. Erwin pasuses momentarily, keeping himself embedded inside you to whisper against your ear, "Fuck them, I'm going to keep going, as long as you promise to stay quiet"

He licks and sucks at your lobe as he starts up his pace again.

What a devil you hazily thought to yourself, walls clenching even more tightly at the slight voyeurism you two were enacting. So taboo of him, forbidden, but utmostly sexy.

The sensation of the coolness of the wall faded away as your body was no longer against it. He had utilized the full strength of his embrace that surrounds you, lifting you up and down on his long-girthy shaft, splitting you open more with each powerful thrust. You're sure the bathroom's visitor heard your slaps of skin and his muffled grunts into your wet mouth, but you were in too much pleasure to care.

To your surprise you heard the door shut again. They left, thank goodness.

"Stick your tongue out for me" Erwin demanded. You obeyed with no hesitation, walls fluttering around his throbbing shaft. His strokes became slow as he planted his cock so deep inside you, making circles with his hips. The scruffiness from the hair of his that resided in that area tickling your clit so pleasantly.

He took his plump lips, creating a fleshy ring around your tongue to begin sucking and bobbing his head as he explored the length. These acts were so filthy. So fucking filthy and this consumed your mind, every corner of it.

Both of your minds.

You felt his cock twitch inside you at this act alone. The sound of his slurps filling your ears. He was going to climax from this: the moans he reverberated against your tongue, the wetness from the saliva the two of you produced together, his strong grip against your body.

He pulls away, his dark gaze focused on yours, mouth agape with a trail of spit. He gives a few more final thrusts, planting his seed so good inside of you.

Following shortly in suit, your walls twitch and flutter around him to a great extent, entire body becoming undone. You seize pleasurably against him, he keeps his hold firm, your heels still digging into his thighs. He breeded you so well just now as he always did and was undeniably cocky about it. It was readable in his current expression. He once again made you completely his.

He softly places you down, kissing your forehead.

"Honey, I want you to keep me inside you when we go back to the table." You were quickly aware of what he meant as he took your lace panties and placed them back on you securely. He placed his hand atop of them where you were still sensitive, shuddering a bit.

He kisses you again, "keep it all in, be good for me, understood?"

You nod, breathing still uneven.

"Perfect."

He wipes himself clean, cleans your remaining wetness. You pull your dress back down, he buttons himself away, and the two of you wash yourselves briefly at the sink, fixing yourselves up. He leads you back to the table with his hand at the small of your back to resume your dinner, pulling back your seat for you like the gentleman he was.

To your astoundment, you look over to see a brunette smirking at you. Across from them a blonde woman of a shorter stature who was delving into her food.

shit, she must've been the one to come into the bathroom

Erwin's voice cuts your thoughts short, "Dessert dear?" smile as big as ever, as if the filthy man you'd just experienced in the bathroom never made an appearance.

You adored him so much but in this very moment you wanted to get your revenge.

My turn.

[capitainelevi]

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[millionsknives]

i can’t believe it’s canon that after overthrowing the government levi ackermann helped pass legislation to pull kids out of underground streets and brothels and get them into safe housing in orphanages and homes above ground. like wtf that sounds like something straight out of a self-indulgent fanfiction trying to soften and paternalize their fave but no, that is actual canon material, this pissy fastidious little man with attachment issues, mr three ounces of whoop-ass and unbridled human compassion, decided that the best way to use his influence was to be a kind stranger to starving orphans like himself. i am going to knock myself unconscious and float downriver

[rosethorns10]

❤️

[axoxtxhxh]

This Much More

Sub!Miche x SoftDomFem!Reader Summary: This is pure smut. There really isn’t a plot unless you count that this would come from my Modern au Miche. You tie Miche to a chair. That’s pretty much the extent of a summary. Content: Bondage, teasing, oral sex (m receiving), kind of hand job, penetrative sex, implied masturbation. Word Count: ~ 2,500

A/N: Heyo! I normally write my Readers more switch leaning dom instead of full dom just because I want more people to enjoy the smut I do put in my stories, but this one kind of jumped out of me and I went with it XD

I would love to hear your feedback on this one!

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[hhawks]

hey - extended thoughts on giving head. to erwin. thats it thats the thought. tw man with milkers

giving erwin head is a fucking dream because that man is literally sex on legs no questions asked. think about big ceo erwin smith on an important business call, one he's been stressing about all week, and he's got his pretty little girlfriend in between his legs, stroking at his cock.

erwin's a tough man; it takes a lot to break his stone cold exterior, but you're the tear in his heart, some little girl who wormed his way into his icy heart. he treats you like a princess, most of the time.

other times, he's got his hand tangled in your hair, guiding your slack jawed, open mouth up and down his massive cock. it doesn't matter how long you guys have been together, you'll never get used to the way his cockhead bumps the back of your throat not even halfway in. but you're eager to please, especially when it comes to erwin.

so that's where you are now, on your knees under his desk, slobbering all over his cock while he's chatting business like you aren't sucking the soul out of this man. he's not even fazed, glancing down every so often to give you a small smile, and that keeps you going.

his hips are beginning to twitch, bucking up into your mouth involuntarily, but he's still talking and you're beginning to wonder if his dick is somehow disembodied from his mind. but you do your job, bobbing your head up and down his shaft and taking him under your nose is pressed against the neat blonde curls, suckling on his velvety balls, all while looking up at him with your doe eyes. you see him clench his jaw, and his hand comes down to firmly wrap in your hair at the back of your head.

then he's pushing you down, using your mouth like his personal fleshlight. the wet sounds of your spit and his pre cum mixing are drifting around in your hazy mind, but you don't care. you let him use you, take his frustrations out on you. you're so out of it that you don't notice him in hearty agreement with whatever stupid business partner on the phone until both his hands are pushing your head down to swallow his cock.

"fuck, baby, you're s'good for me," he's murmuring. "almost there, yeah? gonna take all my cum?"

you hum the best you can, stuffed full of his cock, and with a sudden warning he's cumming down your throat, salty and thick and there's so much of it that it's spilling out of your mouth. you swallow around him, looking dazedly up at him and he curses, pulling you up and into his lap.

"such a good cumslut for me, yeah?" he murmurs into your ear. "my good luck charm, you just got me partnered with another company. let me say thank you, baby," and then you're bent over his desk, ready to be used as his cumdump again.

[jotaros-left-nut]

The size of oldseph’s shoulders, he could carry me and my entire family

[rosethorns10]

💯

[rivangel]

After the war, Levi has lost the vision in his right eye, which means a loss of peripheral vision as well. If you don't approach him from his left where he can see you coming, he reflexively startles and spins around to defend himself.

His reflexes may be slower, but his hyper sense of vigilance is as strong as ever because of his new weaknesses.

Even if he hears you. It's not likely. His hearing was damaged by the explosion, and from time to time he still experiences horrible headaches and a ringing in his ears that makes all light and sound hurt.

[rosethorns10]

Precise

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Summary: Tonight is your debut, and you’re one of the soloists for the concert this evening. Your friends are in the orchestra, and your significant other - a master at his own craft - is your guest. Feeling the gravity of the situation and, you use your violin to ground yourself.

Featured: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë

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Precise. Discipline. Consideration of everyone around you.

Knowing the stretch of the fingers, how far to shift positions, when to shift positions. Wouldn’t it be easier to remain on one position. The higher the position, the tighter the spaces. The fingers feeling like one’s top of the other, it’s indeed the mess at times.

But, sometimes the greatest mess sounds the most beautiful.

The hard rosin being put on the bow, the excess wiped away by a sleeve or cloth, it becomes a pure white streak of dust. The bow is made of horsehair and wood; the horsehair is a pale blonde color. The rosin is put back into the velvet-lined black case.

The scroll is said to contain the spirit of the violin. The fingerboard has no frets, and the strings extend from the pegs to the fine tuners on the other side of the bridge. The F-holes precisely carved so that the sound comes out, the bridge holding the strings taut, everything’s for sound and beauty.

Everything must be precise.

The tuning is, if done by someone who has done it for so long, is simple. The pegs are moved only if the fine tuners can’t do the job. For an amateur, you try to mimic the professional and do it yourself. Sometimes, you get it. Other times, you have to relent.

The sleekness of the violin itself is like a body of a significant other. Crafted by someone unknown, there are little to no flaws. However, the violin itself might feel like it has flaws. And yet, it does it best to live up to your standards, your expectations. It’ll do its best to not let you down.

The chin rest is hard, and you dug your chin into it when you were a novice. The shoulder rest, either a sponge and jumbo rubber band for a novice or heavy practice or the plastic, rubber, and spongy material for the more experienced, is one of the most elegant pieces. It does its job well and doesn’t allow your neck to hurt.

The case is closed and clasped, and you go to the stage as you’re announced. The audience welcomes you with thunderous applause. You take it as another practice, and yet you’re nervous since it’s your debut. Bowing to the audience, you’re grateful; however, it’s still a bit embarrassing to show such professionalism and decorum. The orchestra behind you is waiting for the audience to die down, and your eyes search for him.

Sitting in the VIP box your significant other is. He’s wearing a suit and helped you with your attire earlier that afternoon. Some of the audience members are looking at him, for he is a famous professional concert cellist from the capitol. Tonight, he is your guest.

His blue eyes full of pride and wonder, he knows you’ll be magnificent. He can feel it in the air. He put up with your practicing, your frustration, your cursing, your temper, and your eagerness to be perfect for this moment. You tried to apologize to him earlier, and he said that he understood due to being a musician himself.

The audience dying down, the conductor, Hange, looks at you and grins. They have been your friend for the longest time, and you and your black-haired friend who plays first violin, first chair convinced them to take a bath. Their hair still wet, you shake your head as they crinkle their nose at you.

You look at your black-haired friend. “Why don’t you play this concerto? You’re better than me,” you inquired a few months ago at the first rehearsal, and he simply replied, “Tch, because he has requested you do it. You know he always gets his way.” He looks at you with his grey eyes and nods, and Hange taps on their stand.

A concert A on the grand piano is played, and the orchestra begins to tune. You know your violin is tuned, and yet you check one last time. Perhaps, you bumped it. Perhaps, it was out of tune. There is always that feeling, like one of being jinxed if you are too confident.

“Please, don’t mess up. Please, don’t break.”

“Wait, I’ve practiced this for so long. Why am I doing this to myself? Is it because of him? It’s just him, and yet…”

You look at Erwin one last time, and shivers go down your spine. He’s intently watching you. He’s waiting for you to succeed. 

“Take the leap. Take the jump,” his eyes seem to say. 

In a few fleeting moments, it’s just him and you looking at each other. He sees you’re nervous, and he knows to look away and close his eyes. So, he does…until you start the piece.

There’s silence in the concert hall. Everyone waits with anticipated breath.

Concerto No. 2 in G minor, Op. 8, RV 315, "Summer", movement III. The fast one. Presto.

Positioning your fingers, you look at Hange. Seeing you’re ready, they raise their baton. Everyone gets ready. Don’t look at him. You don’t and pretend you’re still rehearsing. You’ve done this a million times in rehearsal. One more perfect rehearsal won’t hurt.

On the downbeat, your fingers begin to fly as the bow keeps up. Your nerves relax, and he opens his eyes. He has seen you play before, but never like this. The concentration on your face, the discipline you now exhibit, the fire in your eyes, the determination to get through the concerto he requested you play instead of Levi, you are now a different person.

Levi and Hange are your rock in this. You know to keep at their speed, and the former helped you with technique and how to approach each note carefully. He helped you take it slow at first, and then he made you speed up. He had been borderline cruel at times with the discipline and dry humor, but you knew he meant well. He wanted you to be perfect for Erwin.

The crescendos and decrescendos are second nature to you, your fingers knowing their place as you place them on the fingerboard as your right arm knows what to do. Your right index finger bearing down on the stick of the bow, you make your notes louder and swell with the orchestra. You can see Hange out of the corner of your eye. You are on time, and you don’t sigh with relief.

You may jinx yourself.

You look at the music on the stand and see your notes. Knowing you have memorized the concerto, you look at the fingerboard and release all the tension.

You’re now high from the music. Your senses are now on overload, your heart racing as the music moves within you and is now displayed, your breaths a bit elevated, you’re now lightheaded. The sound is perfect, professional even. The solos are nothing to you, and your confidence is showing.

Knowing the audience is captivated by how you play, Erwin doesn’t look around at the audience for their reactions. This is your night, so you have his full attention. Seeing you have finally found your niche, he chuckles to himself and wonders if he needs to challenge you more. No doubt you’ll have the recognition you’ve always deserved, for you had always played timidly to not be noticed.

You’re almost finished and are so determined to not one single mistake be your downfall. You take a deep breath and watch the bow strokes on the sheet music. Even you know them by heart, it’s still like a jinx if you don’t do it.

You get through them, and you make the final double downstroke. The sound is beyond perfect, and you lift the bow off the string.

Thunderous applause and cheers meet your ears, and you look at the audience.

“Oh, they’re still there,” you think as you come back down to earth.

You smile and look at Hange. They’re practically yelling at you to bow and take everything in. You move away from your stand and, holding your violin in your right arm, bow. Your blood is racing, and you look at Erwin. 

He’s standing and applauding. 

He’s smiling.

Surprised, you think, “Oh shit, he’s still here. He’s applauding…and standing? Since when does he do that? This isn’t a dream.”

Your face turns red, and Hange hugs you and yells, “Congratulations!” Meekly, you reply, “Thank you, Hange.” Standing up, Levi has a very slight smile on his face. The orchestra stands up and claps for you, and you feel very honored. 

Levi extends his hand, and you shake it as he says, “Good job.” Smiling, you reply, “Thank you, Levi. Thank you for helping me.” He nods, and you bow to the audience once more and leave the stage.

There’s a fifteen-minute intermission, and you immediately go to the green room where your violin case is. Shakily, you put your violin in there for a bit and make sure the case doesn’t close on itself. You sit on the floor and simply look at it. 

“Thank you. How in the world…”

There’s a knock on the door, and you turn your head to see Erwin’s there with a gentle smile and a bouquet of roses. Warmly, he asks, “May I come in?” You nod, and he understands you don’t want to stand up. 

So, he sits down next to you and says, “Well done, my dear. These are for you.” Shyly, you take them and reply, “Thank you.” As your heart pounds, he takes your hand, kisses it, and invites, “Join me in the VIP box when intermission’s over.” “I don’t have a ticket, so I can’t,” you murmur, and he insists, “If the box has a problem with it, then they can talk to me. Sit with me.”

You nod, and some of the musicians enter the room to congratulate your success. Knowing you always had a crush on the professional concert cellist, they’re shocked to see him in the green room. 

He kisses your cheek, his cologne permeating your body, and whispers, “Well done. When we get home, I think I’ll have to take that dress off and reward you.” Shyly, you bow your head and giggle.

How bold.

Wondering what he has told you to make you melt, their mouths drop. They had thought you were just another obsessive fangirl who could never stop watching his videos. Always so stoic, always so calculating, he had always given off the vibe that he wasn’t interested in you.

Boy, were they wrong.

[postwarlevi]

You know those writers/artists that have an idea and share it and gets themselves and everyone all excited and actually work on and finish the idea?

Yeah, I'd like to be one of those.

[rosethorns10]

It's very much rewarding 😊 I hope I can do another in the future. ❤️

[rosethorns10]

Waking Up

5:30 AM

His alarm rings; a blaring sound that makes you stir from your pleasant or nonexistent dream.

He groans, the sound rousing him from his sleep and the warmth of the bed. Only wearing pajama pants, he slowly gets up and sits on the edge of the bed. His eyes still closed, he scratches his head and yawns.

He stands up and lumbers across the room as you fall back asleep. Luckily for you, you have a few more moments to yourself and the warmth of the bed.

The alarm’s turned off, and he unplugs his phone from the charger. As soon as he unplugs the charger from the wall, he walks back to the bed and joins you once more. 

Wrapping his arm around your waist, he sighs and pulls you close to him. He has a few more moments with you, and it’s rare he gets to do this with you. His day is long; a ten-hour shift with the guys in the blazing sun with the occasional cool breeze.

He dozes, and then the next alarm jolts him awake.

“Babe,” you groan, and he shuts it off and murmurs, “Baby, it’s 6:00.” 

You groan, and he chuckles softly before murmuring, “It’s time to get up.” “I don’t wanna,” you mutter, and he knows what you might say next. You know what he might reply.

Can you stay home and miss work?

Do you want me to go on that trip? I need enough hours.

“I know,” he whispers, and you roll onto your back and stretch. How much you want him to stay home.

He pulls you close once more, and you sigh without saying a word. 

The alarm blares again, waking you both up. “It’s 6:30,” you hear him say as he wraps his arms around you. Slowly, you open your eyes. The room is dark, for it’s not light outside yet. You know he has to get dressed now.

You stretch once more, your body releasing some of the tension from being curled up for most of the night.

Suddenly, he kisses your lips. 

How rare that is. After being together for almost a decade, he still finds ways to surprise you. 

“Mmph!” you sound, and you know he’s smirking in the dark. 

How cute you are.

He pulls away, and you giggle and snuggle into him.

“You’re comfy,” you murmur, and he sighs, “I know. Shit, it’s 6:40.” 

You roll away from him, and he gets up and goes to the bathroom. 

Knowing you have fifteen to twenty minutes to get dressed and drive him to this work, you get up and get ready. Within a few minutes, he’s dressed and ready to go. 

As you take him to work, it’s peaceful as you drive. Until you reach downtown, there are hardly any cars on the road. It’s now cool, signaling autumn is well on its way, and your surroundings are getting lighter and easier to see. It’s going to be a good day.

[rosethorns10]

Mafia Boss (Levi Ackerman X Reader) | AU

You are a university student and ever since you were a child, you had dreams of working with your father and the Mafia. One day after school, you meet the new Boss, and his name is Mr. Levi Ackerman. You begin to learn under him, becoming his confidante and protégé.

Writing: August - November 2020; Editing: March - May 2021

It was so freeing to write something of this magnitude, and the goal was to let people escape from the real world for a bit. In hindsight, I believe that the stories I write afterward will need to be greater than this one. Challenging? Definitely. Impossible? Nothing’s impossible.

[rosethorns10]

限りある今 下す決断が 明日を創ると 信じている (Now that there is a finite amount of decisions to make, We believe in creating tomorrow)

AOT’s “Hope of Mankind” 

[rosethorns10]

Dinner

“Where do you want to eat? No, it’s up to you.”

A slightly annoying moment, but an endearing one. It doesn’t mean you decide. It means that he does it to make you happy. You know his preferences, and he knows you’d like to consume a million different things all at once. Wine, cheese, maybe a taco, maybe a panna cotta right after, and a cigar and beer following.

Feeling repetitive and picky, you ask, “Where do you wanna eat?” “No, that’s not how this works,” he replies, his eyes and tone giving away his mischievousness. 

A date night, and your child’s staying at your parents for the evening. 

Choosing something random and minding the time, you choose a more expensive restaurant. As you reach for your bag, he slaps your ass. Used to his silliness, you yelp and then giggle. Taking the keys, you both leave the house.

As you drive, he sits in the passenger seat with his black hat on. He looks like someone from the Peaky Blinders. Bantering back and forth about life, you both share laughs. His work made him tired, and you teaching your child made you mentally tired. But, being married for several years to your best friend puts your tiredness second. 

You reach the parking deck and park the car. “Ready?” he asks, and you nod and get out. He gets out and closes his door, and you lock it. Walking to the trunk and meeting you there, he takes your hand in his. Bringing it up to his lips, he says, “I wonder how full it is this time.” “Hopefully, not too full. I made a reservation,” you inform, and he nods and puts your hand in the crook of his arm. Giggling about how he’s now a gentleman, you find yourself blushing. After all this time, you blush about what seems to be the smallest thing. 

As you walk, he makes sure you’re always on the inside so that you don’t get hit by cars or kidnapped. Maneuvering you through the Friday night crowds who frequent the bar, he keeps a close eye on you while he engages in a typical conversation. This time, it’s about how his coworkers were surprised he had taken the day off. You were part of the reason, and they understood due to their line of work. 

When crossing the street, he puts you on his safer side. “It’s so that I can push you out of the way,” he told you when you asked earlier. The cars stop, and he makes sure you’re all right. When you look up at him, he winks. 

That wink meant a million different things all at once, and he used it in public. He wasn’t one to show affection publicly, for he was more security-minded than anything else. He looks behind you two, off to the side, in the windows, and in front. You do the same; however, it’s as if you must act the lady and the fool. 

Entering the restaurant, you’re now in front of the podium. Some of the patrons look at you due to your attire - anime shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes. Some ladies look at him for his blonde-hair and blue eyes, and a server marks a table on her piece of paper, take the menus, and says, “Right this way!” 

As you arrive at the table, the server immediately asks, “What will you have tonight, baby? Merlot?” Not minding the pet name due to knowing her since elementary or middle school, you nod and reply, “Yes, please!” “And what about you, baby?” she addresses your husband, and you don’t mind. He chooses a very dark stout, and she repeats the drinks and then leaves. 

You both know what you want, so you close the menu and start talking. His hand reaches across the table for yours, and you give it to him. He winks again, and you know that it means, “I love you.” Smiling, you ask him about anything and everything concerning his work. Disclosing everything - whether people worked hard, who was lazy, what broke down, etc. - to you, he didn’t bother keeping things. He knew not to attempt to leave anything out, for you’d find out from him later. 

The drinks arrive, and your friend asks, “What are you both having tonight?” You order your usual dishes, and she takes the menu and leaves. He continues with his recollection, and you ask questions often. He doesn’t mind the interjecting; if he does, then he won’t show you. He understands your curiosity into his world, and he’s curious about yours. Since he was always at work, you were tasked with taking care of a child whose temper and intelligence nearly rivaled yours and your husband’s. 

He asks about the child’s schooling, and you know he rarely gets to have a conversation with you with no interruptions. You tell him everything, from trouble during the week, what you may think is the problem, and so on. 

Then, you hear the cackling of people from across the restaurant. Their voices seem to get louder, and his jaw clenches. You know what he thinks, for he’s thinking the same thing you are.

What a way to ruin a perfect evening. Can’t they go anywhere else?

He then looks at you, and you smile and ask, “What else did you do this week? Anything new?” Shaking his head, he replied, “Not really. Just worked hard, and that’s it. But, I did hear...”

He talks about the gossip of the day, and you simply laugh and ask questions with surprise. 

[levi-supreme]

Hands

Characters: Erwin x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: Not sfw below the cut, minors and ageless blogs dni. Talks about Erwin's hands. Slight size kink and breath play if you squint, one small spanking mention hehe.

A/N: This one's dedicated to the sister-in-law @ack3rlady for a simple innocent conversation about hands that went the wrong way <3

Also the sfw portion is pretty gender-neutral really, but I'm tagging this as fem!reader because of whatever is below the cut hehe.

Erwin's hands are large, squarish, meaty, and extremely warm. His fingers are thicker and long, and they look exceptionally beautiful with your wedding band around his left ring finger. His hands cup your freezing cheeks perfectly and warm you up when you're cold, and they fit around your hand perfectly as he puts them inside the pocket of his coat.

Erwin's hands are tender yet firm as he gives you that full-body massage you've been craving for after a long day of work. Those strong hands ease the knots in your shoulders, the sores in your lower back, and aches in your calves, melting your day's stress away simply with just his touch.

Erwin's hands are gentle as he places them securely on your back while he manoeuvres you through the large crowd, making sure you always remain in his line of sight wherever you go. His reassuring hold around your waist afterwards makes you feel safe around him all the time.

Erwin's hands are safe as he holds you in his welcoming embrace, comforting you through the rough times and wiping the tears on your cheeks away. He slowly rubs your back as you sob on his shoulder, telling you to let it all out as he keeps you in a tight hug. He keeps you in his embrace while you sleep, draping an arm loosely around your waist.

Erwin's hands look huge as he cups your bosoms, massaging your soft mounds while his fingers play with your nipples. Using them like stress balls, Erwin's large hands squeezes your breasts and his tongue flick around your hardened bud. Erwin also loves using those hands to grab your thighs, and leaving his mark with a spank to your butt.

Erwin's fingers look tempting as he puts them around your mouth, teasing you to wet them with your saliva and tongue before he enters your cunt. Drawing soft moans and pants from your mouth, his thumb trace circles around your sensitive bud. One, two, three fingers in your warm cavern just wasn't enough.

Erwin's hands look beautiful wrapped around your throat, coaxing the most sensual and alluring sounds from you. As you lie on your back and cry out his name in pleasure, he tightens his grip and kisses you slowly, releasing himself in you after he thrusts in you harshly. Your walls contract around him and you hug Erwin close, his hand sweep your sweaty hair away and he kisses the tip of your nose.

Erwin's hands look muscular as he pulls you up by the hair while he takes you from the rear, telling you to "look at me, sweetheart," even though your eyes can barely open. His hands likewise keep your hair away from your face when you suck him whole, cleaning up the drool from the corner of your lip while he guides to take him just a little more.

Erwin's hands are strong as he carries you effortlessly into the bathroom, not before drawing you a nice warm bath before dropping you into the water. He washes your hair and scrubs your back, maybe he might just bring his hand to your entrance once more, giving you another wave of pleasure.

Haha yes happy weekend <3

Tagging: (my Erwin hoes hehe) @levi-lover @thehouseofmaple @ackerpotato @anlian-aishang @hashaneeee @hannie2kay

[rosethorns10]

I felt all of this, especially the sfw part ♥️♥️♥️