Erwin Smith:
I may be wrong but I feel like Erwin would be more inclined to date someone who is either the same age as him; the "youngest" he would be willing to go is 3 years. This man has been mature since the day he questioned his dad in class and needs a partner who can stimulate him mentally and physically.
Levi Ackerman:
He might be on the same wavelength as Erwin: he prefers his partners to be, if not the same age, then maybe at least 1-2 years older than he is.
Connie Springer:
I feel like Connie wouldn't mind whether his partner is older or younger than he is. He already has an outgoing personality so he'll need someone who is just as rambunctious as he is yet can be mature when he doesn't want to be 😂
Jean Kirstein:
He may like his partner to be the same age as him or slightly younger. Jean likes to tease his partner about how he's older by a month or two 😂
Eren Yeager:
Same age, no if ands buts or maybes 😂 *cough cough* Mikasa
Reiner Braun:
This man just gives off how Stella got her groove back vibes 😂😂
Bertholdt Hoover:
He prefers Annie 😂 someone who is either the same age as him or would be more inclined to date someone slightly older, 2 years give or take. Bertholdt is level headed and would prefer his person to be as level headed as he is.
Armin Artlert:
MILF AF 😂 this softie loves him some older women and loves to be doted on
Love your writing so much. Imagine the one who gets on the throne is not Historia but y/n. Erwin do his utmost to help y/n revolt. At first it is for the citizens but after times together during the rebellion, he realises y/n is a badass women, brave, strong and super smart, deserve to be queen so he falls in love and do his best to protect her, become her guard
Thank youuuu! So glad people love my writings about our Commander Dilf 🤭❤️
As for what you said, I sincerely believe that Erwin would never do such thing, especially if it meant to stop pursuing his dreams. It's sad, but true :')
However, let's do this for the sake of imagination because we all deserve it (and because it's hot) 😏
warning: none.
• Erwin had always had a piercing sight of remarkable individuals, and certainly you were one of them; with your powerful and ambitious character, you for sure had captured the Commander's interest.
• You showed your bravery on many occasions; on the battlefield, through helping your comrades, and being a strict yet loved leader figure.
• When circumstances forced you to reveal your true identity, a hidden child of the real royalty, you didn't trust anyone to tell but the Commander.
• Erwin's eyes shimmered at the time, making you unsure of what you just did, wether it was good or bad.
• However, he was fast to collect himself, and decided to condone the fact you'd hidden the truth of your royal blood. He was impressed tho, by your ability to hide such thing while being an attention indulgent.
• Erwin told you one of his secrets too that night, he told you about his father and his theories, and how his young stupidity caused his father's death. It was a giant sign that the commander trusted you, and knew that you meant to help.
• And you certainly wanted to help, that was why you joined the scouts in the first place, beside the fact that you were looking for help in someone who capable to make a change. You knew you would find that one within the Survey Corps.
• You weren't a bastard child, rather a true child of Rod Reiss and his wife, however, and much like your father, you couldn't cope with the fact of letting innocent people to die because of the sins their ancestors committed. That was why you'd taken an alias and went undercover within the scouts.
• When the time of the rebellion came, an attempt of abduction happened to you and Eren Jaeger so they practically feed him to you. But with the help of Dot and Zackley, Erwin managed to overthrow the government without a shed of blood and rescue you both.
• As the queen, you saw it extremely thrilling to have your previous commander at your own command. Because Unlike Historia, you had a leader persona, and wouldn't allow anyone to have control over you.
• You were the queen, and you'd be damned if the military didn't succumb to your orders. You'd earned your title by both birth and hard work.
• Things get a bit intense between you and the Commander of the Survey Corps; after a long time of service at the scouts, he still deems you a soldier under his command even though he doesn't doubt your leadership skills.
• The tense air keeps surrounding you both, til it snapped in one of the meetings where you both lash out at eachother, leaving everyone stunned.
• At the very night, when you were alone with your thoughts in your chambers, one of the ladies-in-waiting informed you that someone is at your door, and it was none other than Commander Smith himself.
• Ignoring his own ego, the Commander dropped on one knee and asked for forgiveness for his attitude.
• You accepted his apology, on one condition, him becoming your royal guard and advisor.
• He was hesitant for a bit, but said yes eventually, with a condition of his own, you'd let him seek his dream while serving you, and you didn't mind that.
• Days passed and you found yourself helplessly attracted to your new advisor. And how the hell not? You two spent most of your times together, in the library, in court; reading, studying and strategizing, sparring when you had time. Perhaps you did harbour feeling to him from the outset, but you were in difficult times to heed your emotions and notice them.
• After the revelation of world's truth, and becoming aware of the enemy behind the walls, which was the entire humanity, he was the first to notice your fear, and he was the first to soothe your qualms over, and finally confessing his feelings for you... that he loved you, and he wouldn't let you down ever, and he'd always be at your side; a lover, a guardian, and an advisor. He promised.
Summary: You are trying to finish your work, but sleep is calling to you. You ignore the need to sleep, so Erwin takes matters into his own hands.
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: None, just fluff
A/N: PLEASE INDULGE AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES<3- Birch
It was almost midnight, and the candle in front of you had almost burnt out. Your eyes stung from being awake for so long. It had been hours at this point. I don’t even know what time I was up this morning. I had that meeting, and then training… oh, and then Levi made us clean all afternoon. Gosh, I really need to get this paperwork done.
You stare at the large pile of paper on your desk, the quill in your hand being held perfectly still as you look off into space. You could barely make out the words you had written, it was nearly black in your office and your (colored) eyes wouldn’t focus. A quiet knock sounds on your door, so soft you barely acknowledged it in your daze.
“Y/n?”, the deep voice comes from the other side, “It’s just me.” You set the quill down into the small ink container you had before muttering back, “Yeah, yeah. C’mon in.” Erwin’s large figure appears in your door frame, only outlined by the soft glow from your candle.
He closes the door softly behind him, a sigh escaping his lips now that he was finally alone with you. You stand up from your desk, banging your knee on the underside of it in a sloppy maneuver. “Ah, shit,” you whine as you rub your sore knee. Erwin softly chuckles at you as he walks over to you, a kind smile on his lips.
“I think someone needs to get some rest,” he chides as he grips your small frame in his hands. “I only have a few more papers left though,” you remark as you look at the giant pile on your desk. Erwin’s steel-blue gaze follows yours, and then he quirks a thick eyebrow. “Really? Only a few left?”
Your tired eyes look up at him and give him a child-like nod. Erwin’s eyes return to yours and his features soften as he takes in your disheveled and obviously exhausted form. “My love, as your commander, I order you to rest. Those files can wait till the morning, and if it’s that bad, I can help you do them first thing.”
Your hands reach out to him, enveloping him in a hug as you grumble out, “Thank you.” He hums and wraps his long arms around your torso, and then pulls away to blow out the candle, leaving you in the darkness. Your grasp on him tightens as he leads you to the door of your office.
Erwin guides you down the dimly lit hallways until you reach his office, where he unlocks the door before opening it for you. You stumble in as quietly as you could, while Erwin strides in behind you, turning and then re-locking the door.
You fumble over to where his bedroom starts, looking for his closet for a change of clothes. Erwin grabs a hold of you and sets you on his bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead to keep you from complaining. He disappears for a few seconds before setting a pair of sweatpants and one of his T-shirts on the bed next to you.
You send him a grateful smile, and he leaves the room for his personal kitchen while you change to give you privacy. The sweatpants were very large on you, not that you cared, so you just pulled the strings tight before tying them in a small bow. The shirt smells just like Erwin, clean and like home. It also was large on you, but you’ve worn this one before so it was definitely comfortable.
You meander your way into the kitchen to find Erwin pouring two glasses of water, and you walk up behind him to wrap your arms around his torso. He freezes for a second before realizing it’s you, and then he sets the pitcher down as he turns in your arms. Once he faces you, he scans you up and down to make sure you changed and then hands you your glass.
The water is cool and delicious as it glides over your parched mouth, and you see Erwin regard you with concern as you chug the glass. “Thirsty were we?”, he hums as he reaches for more. You grab his hand and set the glass down, “No, I don’t need more. But yeah, I don’t think I left my office at all this afternoon.”
Erwin doesn’t say anything for a second, he just lifts one of his hands to cup your face, and then the other joins it at the back of your head, stroking your hair. “My love, you really need to start taking care of yourself. I know we are both busy and a lot of work needs to be done all the time, but you need to rest too.”
You don’t respond, but your eyes shut as the rhythmic stroking of his hand starts to lull you down even more. Erwin stops when he sees your eyes close, and he blows out the few candles around him before scooping your small frame into his arms.
You go to protest but you see him send you a warning glance, so you stay quiet and allow your lover to carry you to your shared bed. He holds you with one arm while pulling back the covers to the king-sized mattress, and you cling to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. You press small kisses against his neck and collarbones, not hard enough to leave marks, but just enough to show your appreciation for him.
Erwin gently lays you down before covering you with the soft comforter, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. You whine as you lose contact with him, and you see him disappear again into the closet where you figure he is getting dressed for bed. When he appears a few moments later, he is shirtless and wearing a pair of black boxers.
In your exhausted state you slur out, “Ya know, you are really freaking hot, commander.” Erwin chuckles at your droopy words, although a light blush does cover his cheeks. “Well thank you, y/n,” is his response, but you barely hear him as he slips into bed beside you.
You gravitate toward him as he settles onto his back, one arm tossed behind his head as he gazes up at the ceiling, blue eyes concentrated in thought. You snuggle up next to him, tossing one leg over his and then resting your head against his chest. You both sit there silently, thinking the other was going to fall asleep.
You take a deep breath and then whisper into the silence, “You know I really love you, right?” Erwin shuffles to look at you, his eyes dark in the blackness of the room. “You know that I really love you too, don’t you?”, he responds right back. You turn your head to gaze up at him and you stop when you realize he is already looking at you.
A small shift in weight brings you toward him, pressing a delicate but passionate kiss against his lips. You pull away and whisper, “I really mean it, Erwin, you take care of me when I don’t take care of myself. I really love you.” He pulls the hand away from behind his head to tangle it in your head, bringing you back in for a bruising kiss. Your lips mold with his perfectly, moving in time as you try to express your love for him.
After a few minutes of passionate kisses, Erwin pulls away, panting ever so slightly. “I meant what I said too, y/n. I really do love you. You are one of the only people who has stayed by my side and supported my every decision for the corps. I love you with all of me, my love.” You can feel your heart skip a beat at his sweet words and you bury your head into his chest.
As you both lay there, you can feel the exhaustion creep up on you again. Erwin wraps both arms around your frame, holding you against his chest as you both settle down for the night. He presses another gentle kiss to your forehead before whispering, “Sleep, love.”
TAGS: sugar daddy erwin, smut, brat tamer erwin, oral (male receiving), lazy fucking? , praise kink? very light degradation? idk i am just writing things that i feel like was included
DESCRPTION: my brain absolutely rots for brat tamer sugar daddy erwin who finds a creative way to punish his baby for making a fool out of him i am going to cry idk why i just see erwin a brat tamer but one that goes very slow. idk this is just how i see him in my head don't @ me. idk how i feel about this but it definitely exists.
WORD COUNT: 3,521
It was no secret that Erwin Smith like young women.
Specifically, young smart men and women - men and women with a good head on their shoulders and aspirations. It made conversating enjoyable, as he liked to hear about what made them tick, what brought them joy, what they wanted to do in their lives. Provided their aspirations were noble enough for his liking, he liked to fund their passions, lifestyles, and hobbies. After all, his pockets were deep and no mister, misses, or family of his own and things got boring - so since he didn't have kids or a life partner to pour into, he liked to pour into his fleeting partners.
He also liked to see them unravel before him, tongue hanging out of the side of their mouths, toes curling against the mattress, and eyes rolling into the back of their head as he fucked the mercilessly stupid - reducing them to nothing but a babbling mess of incoherent thoughts and words, drunk on the feeling of his massive cock sliding in and out of them.
But Erwin Smith, a gentleman, would never admit to that.
Sprawled out on his back, Erwin rested his right hand behind his head, looking up at you as you straddled his waist, his left hand idly playing with the small, silver, ring dangling from the front of the black choker adorning your neck.
A pout twisted on your lips as he pushed the ring back and forth, eyes focusing on your throat instead of you.
Your hands pawed at his waist before moving to his belt buckle, beginning to slide it through.
"Ah -" Erwin moved his right arm out from behind his head, resting his large hand over yours - keeping you from undoing his belt. "What do you think you're doing?"
Your lips curled downwards into a scowl.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Something you shouldn't."
"And why . . ." You tapped your free hand, the one that wasn't trapped under his own, on his - impatiently. "Is that?"
"Do you recall the events that unfolded tonight?"
"Hm . . ." You tapped your index finger against your chin. "No. Not particularly."
Had this been anyone else, their temper would have been lost. Hell, your attitude was strong enough to crack most people who tried to reign it under control. Erwin ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed together. If anything, Erwin liked the challenge. If there was anything Erwin was known for, it was his seemingly infinite patience.
"You can't recall?"
"No."
"Would you like to recall before I give you a reason to recall?"
You squirmed with excitement. Threats excited you - threats with others usually ended in spankings, and you liked those.
"No - I don't think so."
Erwin hooked his right finger into the silver ringlet dangling at your neck, giving it a slight tug forward - bringing your head down so that your lips ghosted his own.
"Very well then." Erwin breathed against your lips, "Take of your stockings."
Excitedly, you began to roll off your black stockings - those $300 dollar pair he had bought you on a whim, because you had pointed at them and told him you thought they looked nice.
You shifted on him patiently, dropping your weight down onto his cock, squirming with anticipation - waiting for him to flip you onto your stomach, press your head into the pillows, and strike his hand against your ass.
That time never came.
In fact, he was starring intently into your own eyes - and now you weren't squirming with anticipation but, rather, nervousness.
"Ride me."
"What -"
"You heard me."
"You can't be serious -"
"I am."
"Suddenly, I remember what I did -" You were starting to, essentially, plead with him, "We were at the party and -"
Erwin reached up, pressing his finger to your lips.
"You can finish the story when my cock is inside of you."
You sucked in your lower lip, tears biting the corner of your eyes.
He removed his large hand from your own.
"Go on - take my belt off . . . since you were previously so eager to take it off."
Your face was hot with humiliation and frustration as your fingers fumbled with his belt, starting to pull it through its loops.
"Maybe I shouldn't have told you to get your own drink when you asked me to grab the punch . . ."
"Mmm . . ." Erwin responded, lifting his hips slightly as you slid the belt off of his hips. "Perhaps you shouldn't have. It doesn't change the prognosis of your situation, though. Continue with what you were doing." Erwin now stretched both of his arms back, his abs rippling and flexing underneath his shirt as he cradled his hands underneath his head, eyes still trained on you.
Your fingers shook a bit as you began to unbutton his pants, pushing his boxers down, pulling his cock out. It was big, long, and girthy - the holy trifecta, as you called it - and was currently semi-hard. You ran your tongue over your top row of teeth. You couldn't help but imagine how great it would feel for his big hands to press your head down into the mattress and fill you up from behind before fucking you into the bed.
"Be a dear and help me out, use your mouth."
Your heart was pounding in your chest.
"I shouldn't have embarrassed you in front of your friends -"
He raised an eyebrow at you, reaching his hand out and pressing the palm of his hand against the hot side of your face.
"You know me, I'm not going to force you to do anything you're not willing to do."
"Alright, seems like we have a mutual understanding -" You leaned him into his warm hand, body tensing at the feeling of his touch.
"- but do you think I'll just forget about tonight? At some point, you'll have to face the music. Do you think I'll just forget by tomorrow and then by the next day, roll you over and fuck you? You should know me better by now."
You crinkled your nose.
Running your tongue over your bottom lip, you hesitantly leaned your head down. Truthfully, this isn't how you expected the night to end. You had hoped in your playfulness - in openly defying him and saying no in front of his friends - he'd lose his temper at home and bring out the crop whip.
"Are you sure you don't want to just use the crop whip and call it even?"
Erwin's arms now stretched behind his head again, he tilted his head down. The sight of your hand gripped around the base of his cock, looking up at him with those doe eyes - it made him want to roll you onto your stomach, press your cheek to the headboard, and thrust into you mercilessly.
But this wasn't about seeking his own pleasure - it was about teaching you a lesson - and patience was key.
"Whips are for good girls and boys." Erwin drawled lazily, "Do you think you've been good?"
You hummed in response. He really wasn't going to let up, was he?
"And if I comply, what do I get?" You puffed out your cheeks.
"You think making amends should end in a reward?"
"I don't see why not."
"We'll see."
We'll see.
That maybe was enough to convince you it might be worth your time to comply. You lowered your head, running your tongue around his tip. You could feel his legs tense at the feeling. You used his tongue to continue to tease around the tip of his cock.
Two could play at this game.
You had planned on continuing to do this until you felt Erwin's hand come against the back of your head. It wasn't heavy, it didn't push down on your head, but simply rested there.
"Go on."
If you were going to lower your head, he wanted you to do it out of your own volition.
He wanted the satisfaction of your compliance.
There was a moment of hesitation as you continued to tease the tip of his cock - which was big. You hadn't taken him in your mouth before - usually, by now, he would bury himself to you to his hilt and thrust mercilessly. You hadn't had him in your mouth before. Hell, you weren't sure if it was capable. Even so, you widened your mouth - slowly taking him into your mouth - your tongue sliding along the length of his big cock, which stretched your mouth beyond what was normal. He kept his hand on the back of your head, fingers curling into the strands of your hair.
Slowly, you began to slide your bob your head up and down on his cock. Pride swelled in you as he let out a breathy sigh, his abdomen flexing slightly. Positioned between his legs, you gripped at his thighs - fingernails digging into the large muscles of his thighs. Erwin's thighs clenched as your sides as you continued to bob your head up and down his cock slowly - your hands gripping at the base of his cock to steady yourself. You had only managed to make it half of the way down before you could feel your eyes water, close to triggering your gag reflex. Your neck began to flex upwards but his hand became heavy on the back of your head, pushing your head back down slowly.
"Your little mouth looks so pretty around my dick-" Erwin breathed out, "Much better than it looks when you're spewing defiant vulgarities against me."
You grew wet at the comment, drenching you panties. You fidgeted, rubbing your thighs together with arousal as his fingers curled tightly in the strands.
Pink lipstick smudged at his dick as he pulled your head upwards, starting to guide you up and down the length of his cock.
"Don't you think?"
Saliva dripped from the edges of your lips as your mouth continued to slide up and down his dick, his breath becoming shaking and unstable - only driving you to perform better. Perhaps if you had him like putty your hands, he'd be more willing to forgive and forget.
"So pretty -" Erwin praised, his sharp blue eyes looking lazily down at you, clearly pleased with the way you struggled to take the entirety of his cock between your lips, the way saliva dripped from the edges of your lips, and the muffled mmfs and hhns you gagged out - rumbling against his skin. "Pretty little things like you shouldn't waste your time spewing such hateful and bratty things. Don't you agree?"
"Hmmm" You hummed against his cock, looking up at him through your eyelashes. His breath was becoming more erratic as he continued to guide your head up and down the length of his cock, though maintained eye contact with you.
"- wanna look into your eyes when I cum in your mouth" Erwin choked out, his chest rising and falling more rapidly, "- and see it spill over that smart mouth of yours"
Your pussy now throbbing and aching as his tip pressed the back of your throat, coming dangerously close to triggering your gag reflex.
He didn't move his hips to aide you, simply guided your head.
Despite his light moans and groans, he remains miraculously quiet. Unlike you, he's never been quite loud. There's a moment as your lips and tongue drag up from the base of his cock, dragging to his tip, and he for a moment he thinks he may just see stars as he unloads into your mouth. If you think about pulling back, you can't, as his hand holds you in place even as cum starts to drip from the corners of your mouth, spilling and dribbling onto your chin.
His fingers uncurl from your hair and drop to move strands of hair from your eyes before wiping at the corner of your mouth - though the movement of his thumb doesn't do anything to clean you up in the slightest. It's more of gentle gesture than anything else.
"I've done my part -" You go to sputter out, but he only laughs and shakes his head.
Erwin's hand slips between your legs, gently grabbing at your pussy with his big hand. "You're already wet - and from just that? Dirty little thing. You want my cock in you, right?"
"Yes -"
The hand between your thighs presses up against your pussy and his left hand grips at your hips, lifting you to your knees so that you're properly straddling him again. He's working of your lacy panties now, tossing them to the side.
"Go ahead -" He motions to himself, "Fill yourself."
You furrow your eyebrows, expression clearly displeased. You feel more and more control slipping away from you and suddenly, you feel increasingly more self-conscious. By now, anyone else would have simply had their way with you - the way you liked it. But this man was making you work for it - and honestly, it was punishment enough.
"I think I've learned my lesson by now -" You sputter out, not too keen on doing the rest of the work.
"Maybe you have." Erwin responds lazily, "But if I were to end the punishment here, you wouldn't learn your lesson - would you? But surely, if you want - we can stop here." He pressed his hand in between your thighs, his fingers rubbing lazily at your slit before running around your clit. Your legs were shaking as you let out small whines and moans. "Do you want to end here?"
"N-No!" You sputter out as his fingers continue to slide slickly up and down your pussy. Erwin's fingers teased the entrance of your cunt, pressing in slightly as his thumb pressed itself into your clit - but didn't go much further.
"Then I suggest -" Erwin arched his back up, bringing his lips to ghost over yours as his free hand wiped some of the frustrated tears dripping at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill down the sides of your cheeks, "- you put in the work to show me just how sorry you are . . . and maybe I'll consider rewarding you for your effort."
He really wasn't going to relent.
You placed your hands on his fully erect cock again, lining the tip of his dick up against your entrance. Both of his hands rested against the side of your face reassuringly, admiring how your chin glistened with his cum.
"Go on." He encouraged you.
Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto his cock - carefully taking it agonizingly slow as his dick stretched you out uncomfortably; it was clearly taking you a while to adjust. For the moment, he let you take your sweet time - besides, the punishment itself wasn't about not seeking pleasure. It was about making you put in the work to seek out your own pleasure. Perhaps after this, you'd be less likely to make a fool out of him in front of his friends.
Your legs shifted as you sat still, practically warming his cock as you sat there.
"Well?" He asked patiently, "Work for it."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Hesitantly, you raised yourself up a bit - sliding yourself upwards. At the feeling of your tight cunt sliding against his big cock, he couldn't help but groan. Slowly, you lowered yourself down again. For a second, you waited - hoping that if you took it slow and steady, he'd get impatient, grab you by the hips, and fuck you himself.
"You're smart enough to know I'm not stupid," Erwin said, tapping your temple with his index finger, "I know the game you're playing. Keep going."
You pouted but he simply drug his thumb over your lip, puling it down before hooking his thumb into your mouth - pressing the pad of his thumb into your gums.
You continued to slide slowly up and down against his cock, groaning as his tip pressed into that sweet spot he knew how to reach every time. However, given that you were tasked with handling it yourself - it was much different.
Your body ached for him to grab at you - your breasts, your ass, your thighs - something. But instead, Erwin moved his hands from your mouth and linked his fingers behind his head, propping his head up so he could see your little mouth contort into different expressions as you bounced up and down on his dick, clearly humiliated by the fact that you were even having to put in this much work to begin with.
"Very good." He cooed as you placed the palms of your hands on his clothed chest, working at the buttons of his shirt. "Ah - no." Erwin corrected you, grabbing your hands and removing them from his shirt. "I don't think you deserve it. Unbutton your own shirt."
Your ears grew hot as you continued to bounce up and down on his cock, his tip hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Your eyes were watering and legs were shaking - clearly already tired, as this was obviously something you didn't ever do.
Your shaky fingers unbuttoned the front of your shirt as you continued to bounce on his cock, tight black skirt clinging to your thighs as he looked lazily up at you, once more moving his hands behind his head.
"Take it off."
You slid the shirt off your shoulders, letting it drop at the edge of the bed.
"Now your bra, dear."
Still bouncing, this time more relentlessly, you twisted your arms behind your back - struggling to unclasp your bra but, after a few long seconds of struggling, freed your breasts from its restraints.
"Touch me -" You breathed out as you dropped your bra at the end of the bed with your shirt, "P-Please" You pleaded.
"Hmm . . ." Erwin looked pensive. "No. I don't think you're sorry enough yet." His own breath was becoming labored again, his abdomen flexing and legs twitching as pleasure began to pool in him. The sight of you helplessly bouncing up and down on him, your ass pressing against his pelvis, breasts bouncing up and down as you struggled to keep up the pace that was most pleasurable for you, was absolutely magnificent. "Since you want to touch yourself so bad, why don't you do it yourself? Go ahead, pinch your nipples."
Hesitantly, you gripped at your right breast, letting your thumb roll over your nipple gently and couldn't help but moan as you pinched and pulled at it - desperately trying to receive pleasure from yourself as you continued to rock your hips back and forth - sweat rolling down the back of your neck as you bring your other hand to fondle at your left breast, gripping and squishing at the skin - closing your eyes and pretending it was him playing with your nipples.
Your bouncing became more desperate, frantic even, and a pool of pleasure was beginning to build at your abdomen.
"H-Help . . ." You sputtered out, but Erwin didn't seem to be particularly interested in helping you out, his own breath ragged and shaking. More than anything, he wanted to grab your hips and snap his upwards into yours - but reminded himself that it wasn't about his pleasure but, instead, teaching you a lesson.
"You seem to -" Erwin groaned a bit, "You seem to -" He repeated himself, "Be handling it just fine -"
You bounced more desperately against his cock, his tip smashing easily into your sweet spot as you slid up and down against him with ease, clearly exhausted but still desperate to get something out of this entire punishment.
Before you knew it, the tension in the pit of your stomach had broke and you were gushing all over his dick and your own thighs, your body tensing and shaking as you orgasmed.
Erwin himself hadn't orgasmed - though he came close. In truth, the only times he could orgasm was when he took control himself. But his pleasure hadn't come from the sex itself, but instead watching you desperately and tiredly fuck yourself stupid on his cock, rocking back and forth pathetically as you tried to work for some kind of release.
Besides, bad little playthings that misbehaved didn't deserve to have their pussy dripping with his cum - no matter how desperately they wanted to.
Very gently, he raised you off his cock and helped you lay down beside him.
Slowly, he zipped himself up and leaned himself over on his arms, pressing a very gentle kiss to your forehead.
"I think you've redeemed yourself."
He had half a mind to roll you over onto your stomach and fuck you to sleep - but punishments were punishments for a reason.
Instead, he stood up and grabbed your clothes from the end of the bed, putting them in the hamper before changing into his own pajamas and crawling back under the sheets himself.
Erwin leaned over, placing one more gentle kiss to your cheek before turning over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.
"If you decide to behave, then tomorrow will be a better day."
With that blunt, yet cheeky, comment - he turned the silver finial on the lamp, shutting off the light with a gentle click.
summary: reader almost faints in a big crowd, but Erwin takes care of them
TW:fainting, crowded place
pairing: non-binary!reader x Erwin Smith
rating: SFW, fluff
word count: approximately 400 words
Standing in the crowd with all the warriors and their fans around you made you feel dizzy and panicked. All you thought about was holding onto your lover, who indeed got a lot of attention, mainly from the reporters and journalists. That made you even more anxious about the situation, the need to look good and act normal at the same time, though your fingers are whitening as you squeeze the commander’s arm. Softly speaking to the interviewers, he takes a quick look at you, enough for you to know he’s acknowledged your state of mood, yet small enough for the journalists not to pay much attention to it. The reporters just keep coming and coming becoming louder with every second and you start to feel like throwing up, signalling your lover that you’re on the edge of fainting. When he looks at you he sees your pale skin, foggy eyes and how you try to keep standing, he answers the final questions and quickly drags you away to a quiet place. He takes his jacket off to lay it on the floor and make you relax a little, holding your knees up as he does usually, this being not the first time for you to almost faint. Once you get better you open your eyes, seeing an angel-like person softly smiling at the thought of you feeling better. He makes you sit up slowly, his touch is softer than anything you’ve ever experienced. He pulls you in his arms, resting his chin on top of your head and reassuring you how everything is alright and there’s no need to be anxious anymore. Places a soft kiss on your forehead when you turn around to hug him tightly, his masculine perfume doing magic to your mind. You feel like the world that was against you minutes ago had disappeared, now it’s just you and the commander in perfect peace.
“Are you feeling better, darling?” His voice is soft, almost whispering, it makes your heart melt. You nod your head whilst he pets your back up and down, protecting you from all the bad in the world.
