「 MERE DROPLETS CAN STILL MAKE A GLASS FULL 」 • AO3
ERWIN X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N
˚ · .─ SYNOPSIS: Despite blatant awareness of how much you hold him with affection, he will rely entirely on subtleties because he believes it's the farthest he must go. He'll keep doing just that until it piles up, up and up and up, until it brings Erwin on the verge of exploding. After all, mere droplets of water can still make a glass full.
˚ · . ─ DATE STARTED: 02 April 2023 | ˚ · . ─ DATE FINISHED: 01 June 2025
˚ · .─ WORDS: 14k | ˚ · . ─ TAGS: age gap, angst, erwin is a professor/researcher while reader is his research assistant, touch-starved idiots, EVENTUAL SMUT (proceed with caution!)
Erwin mentally shook his head, finally admitting defeat to his sense of control and the tightening of his muscles. He gripped your hips and thrust hard, making you suck in a sharp breath. “Doing so well,” He lowly grunted then set the pace unrelentingly fast, almost lacking mercy. “–my prettiest soldier.” His digits played harsher on your clit.
That’s it,
That’s it.
You let out drawn-out moans and silly whispers. When the pleasure blurred your thoughts to even mind shame, you brought his head to your breast, urging him to trace his tongue on it. He sucked on it with pleasure, and the thumb that was swirling on your clit slid to the other nipple instead. Your instincts are drumming in your ears as his rhythm picks up. The way he’s massaging your inner walls with every thrust of his dick and the lewd slapping sounds of skin that comes along was making your head dissolve into oblivion.
Erwin was so immersed in it that he looked down to see the tainted mess himself. He grabbed your hand and landed it on your lower stomach, “Feel that?” He drawled as he continued pounding. You felt his cock marking it whenever he pushed inside. And as your mind was too fuzzy to even answer, you nodded relentlessly. “Is this what you waited for? Hm? Tell me, love.” He taunted, enjoying every bit of you getting too dumbed out to answer.
I looked up, my eyes facing the white ceiling, or at least that's what I thought it was. I wasn't so sure anymore. He has ruined me so much I couldn't even recognize the same small room I spent my days in. My body covered in bruises, scars and open cuts. It was tortured but it made me feel pretty.
That bastard.
Familiar wave of arousal went through my body pulling me out from my thoughts. I looked down, his eyes already set on my face. I tried to pull on my restraints, failing miserably.
"Oh, look who decided to wake up. How are you feeling silly?"
Warm smile graced his beautiful face, teeth glistening in dim light of the cold room. His hands held my thighs apart, face inches away from my throbbing cunt. I just needed him to take me. Fucking just take me animal.
"Awh, what is it you poor baby, didn't sleep well? Do you want me to lull you back to sleep, huh darling?"
I needed to reply. I had to say something. He was gonna go feral if I didn't. I don't want another beating. The rhythm of my heart sped up. What if I needed that tho? I've betrayed him, he has been nothing but nice to me and I was just ungrateful. Yes, he fucked me into unconsciousness, but he didn't mean to. He just wanted me to feel him. To feel his cock inside me and to have him lay his body inside my lungs so that we can both be peaceful. We needed that. Sharing the same air. Eating the same food. Living in the same body. True soulmates.
It was too late now. The beating of my heartbeat was ringing in my head louder than his voice did. What was he trying to say? That he loves me? That he wants to fuck me? I can't hear you. I can't hear you. Commander? I CAN'T HEAR HIM.
His hand slapped me or did it caress my cheek? Did he wrap his fingers around my neck to stop me from breathing without his permission? I needed to wait for him to lay inside me after all. What was I thinking? He was just hugging me. Right?
He placed my thighs over his shoulders. I was probably already wet. He entered me easily. My heartbeat sped up, my head was pounding. His hands massaged my tits, my insides molding to his length, knees bending to his needs, mouth searching for his lips. I couldn't talk, but I felt the way his hips snapped perfectly to accommodate my own, easily stimulating my sensitive spots. Fingers never leaving my clit, he lifted my head and smashed our lips together. He was close, thrusts sloppy and fast, my naked bones clashing against his.
"You're such a pretty angel. Your body is so obedient, mouth pretty and closed and your mind in shambles. Look at you, all fucked up on this table letting me use you like the dirty cumslut you are."
lub - dub, lub - dub, lub - dub - it said. Distracting me from his teeth and skilled tongue, I could only see his wide back and feel the orgasm building up while he worked on painting the skin of my neck.
"Come on love, let it go. Fucking cum for me darling, you can do it. Just like that pretty whore."
My legs contracted with pleasure, letting him know I was still conscious as he came inside me seconds later, our warm cum mixing together.
Closing my eyes, beating of my heart distant. God, I loved him so much. He was so close to me, heat radiating off of his hot body, protecting me from the cold air. Pulling me from my restraints, I was placed in his gentle arms and carried into our shared bed.
"The scent covering your body after I use it is divine. How are you so beautiful when you can't speak nor think. Just my pretty little dumb toy. Ready to be used whenever I pleased. You look exhausted, sleep well my love."
He shushed me to sleep, sending me away to my dreams to meet him on the other side.
I was so happy to have him.
The outside world brainwashed me. I only need my Commander to be happy.
Other people didn't exist while he lived inside me.
summary: you and the commander have a rather interesting conversation in an interesting spot.
Dressed in your formal Military Police garb, you made your way to the underground cells, where the Commander of the Survey Corps was kept there for the murder of Dimo Reeves, and for the possible treason and conspiring against the throne; his trial would be held in a couple of days in front of the king himself and the noble lords. Everyone knew what was going to happen, his gallow was already erected in the main square for everyone to watch the pathetic end of Erwin Smith.
It was a measly death for him, actually. If only he gave up on his stupid dreams and listened to you back in the cadet days. The stupid, ambitious bastard.
“Captain (L/N),” The soldier who was in charge of guarding the busy cell saluted. You nodded at him in acknowledgement.
“You can take a break, soldier,” You said in an unwavering voice, “I can handle it from here, you did well.”
The young man looked at you suspiciously at first, then he acquiesced, giving you the cell key, saluting you, then he left.
You watched his retreating back untill it disappeared behind the brick walls. Slipping the old key into the keyhole, you twisted it, and the door opened with a tick, creaking all the way until it was open. Slipping the keys safely into your pocket, you stepped in.
Your gaze perched on him, and for a fleeting moment, you felt your heart sting at the his sight. No. A fucking no; you were past this shit; you couldn't allow yourself to be hurt for him after what he did to you. Not now, not here. You came here to gloat over the fact you were right, to gloat over the huge loss he deserved because of his waywardness, because he abandoned much more important things and threw them behind his back as if they were nothing, to pursue a temptation of a mere illusion.
You shook your head, nose wrinkling a bit at the reek of the place.
Even though he was beaten up, and his head down, and his intact hand shackled to the wall, Erwin was still big. His white shirt was torn and worn out, dark and dry blood stained it.
You noticed a weird colour smeared his sleeve, the one covering his arm stump, making your eyebrows furrow.
Looking down at his face, made yours crease. You expected to feel your heart flutter at the sight; seeing him the great Erwin Smith rotting in one of these dangeouns, to bring elation to your heart, but it didn't. It was the utter opposite, you felt terrible, and it upsetted you greatly.
He, however, didn't move or give any sign of life. If his back didn't went up and down as a sign of breathing, you'd say he was dead.
You kicked his leg, “My, my...” you said with relished voice, “What a marvelous sight to behold, heard you were acting like the mule you truly are,”
Erwin breathed in slowly, before tipping his head up to gaze at you. His light blue eyes as strong as ever despite the humiliating situation he was in.
“(Y/N)... is that you?” he whispered in rasped voice.
Teeth gritted, you fought the urge to slap his stupidly handsome, now bruised face.
“Yes, Erwin, it's me (Y/N),” You sneered.
You could've sworn you saw him grin, and that was when your palm connected to his cheek.
He coughed, then looked up at you, and you felt a nasty tug on your heartstrings. One eye was engorged and purple; he looked weak and ever so fragile, he was nothing like self-conceited man you once fell in love with, nothing like the man you once gave your heart to and he crushed it ruthlessly.
Tears threatened to escape.
“Was it really worth it, Erwin?” Your voice was hoarse and low, and you hated it; hated how this man could weaken you even when being in a fucked up place like that.
“Nothing worthes as much, (Y/N),” He answered in a low voice.
“You really are stubborn,” You jeered, “Guess you gave them hard time. Shame, everything is going into the gutters, and everybody will remember you as a traitor who tried to unsettle the peace inside the walls.”
“It was never about me, (Y/N),” He grumbled, his face twisting in pain, “Neither about you. even if I'm gone, others are going to take my place.”
You chuckled bitterly, “I loved you, you know...” You couldn't believe what you were saying, but your tongue kept on exposing you, “I loved you... but you're far too blinded by your own selfishness to ever heed me or anything else.”
His tied up hand tightened in a grip, before admitting, “I loved you too, (Y/N)...” He sighed, letting his head fall again, for a mere moment you heard regret in his voice, “I couldn't bring myself to get you involved in this...”
You scowled, clenching your teeth, “Shut your shit-eating mouth! Don't you dare telling me this after all you've done!” You gasped, “Don't you dare doing this to me and now you're about to die! You selfish, insensitive bastard!”
You kneeled before him, grabbing his collar, “You don't get to do this to me—”
Your eyes dilated in fear as you saw him out of conscious.
“No no no no!”
Probing his neck, you found a faint pulse. He was still alive, you sighed. Your eyes darted to his stump sleeve again and you saw fresh blood drenching the fabric. With tears gathering in your eyes, you ripped his shirt off, and the nasty smell from before invaded your nose. His stump was practically rotting.
“Fuck!”
With shaky hands, you unlocked his cuff and let him lay on the groud, brushing the sweat away from his forehead.
“I won't let you die you fucking bastard!” You slapped his cheek in a frantic attempt to wake him up, “I'm not gonna let you die on me, you hear me!”
You started to cry, sounding the pathetic teenager from the cadet days.
“I love you... I still fucking love you... I won't let you die like this...”
It'd been days since the dethrone of the government happened, and you were still in a dungeon unaware of what was happening outside.
You rushed outside, after you brushed your tears away, looking for a medic.
Turned out the fucking bastard had planned for everything with a great gamble, in association with Dot Pixis and Darius Zackly. You were under arrest due to the military coup, along with many other MP's officers. It happened so fast, unexpected. It happened after days when you called a nurse to see Erwin who was practically dying. His wound wasn't fully healed, and he had collected an infection from being tortured and unattended.
Your mind was only occupied by him, and you were crying like a fool for him. He was going to leave you again, but for good this time, and you couldn't do a thing about it.
He was taken to the king when he regained consciousness, the day your life flipped upside down. Out of nowhere, you were surrounded by armed Garrison's soldiers, and were thrown into the same dungeon Erwin was in.
You found it ironic really.
As you were hugging your knees to your chest you heard the door of your cell creaking open, you didn't bother to budge although sensing an unmistakable presence in front of you.
“It's time to go, (Y/N),”
You looked up at Erwin. As much as you hated it, you were glad to see him again, standing tall and neat. From the sight of his face you concluded he was healing perfectly; you felt relieved.
You scoffed, “Guess everything is planned to you, isn't that right, Commander?”
His lips curled up into a half smile, “Well, my near death wasn't included of course,” His eyes lingering on yours, “Neither was your perfect-timing help,”
You sneered again, turned your head to the side. You heard shuffling, his large hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him again.
“Thank you, (Y/N),” He said softly, brushing his thumb to your skin, sending shivers down your body. “I'm forever in debt to you,”
You chuckled, “Bet you won't be ever able to return it,”
He gave an amused chuckle of his own, standing up again, “Well, you're maybe right. But I can try, can't I?”
He extended his only hand to you. You looked at it then up at him. He was smiling, anticipation swirling within his eyes.
You shook your head, unwrapping your hands, and took his offered hand. Once your feet were flat on the ground, you heard yourself yelp as he pulled you into his hold by surprise. You gave in, putting your cheek on his chest, hearing his plumping heart, undoubtedly rapid like yours.
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Commander Erwin always seems unflinching, serious, and indomitable. Nobody dares to question him, he knows what he is doing and everyone knows that his orders are the best. An intelligent man who knows that the best weapon he has is his words and his power of conviction, in addition to his brilliant intelligence. So why did he lose his mind when he saw you walk by? Why did he lose concentration every time he heard your laughter in the halls? More importantly... why did he never want to stop kissing you? Even for a man like him, answering those questions was getting harder and harder.
Okay yall for those who don’t know I work at a spa now, so I bring to you-
AOT characters at a spa!
Eren: it’s not his idea to go to a spa AT ALL,,, like letting some rando touch all over him??? Being vulnerable? Hell no. He only comes in because Mikasa gave him a gift card. He gets a deep tissue massage because he figures in the strongest one to get? Becomes absolutely obsessed. He’s now a regular.
Mikasa: she goes often for sport massages. Loves them fr. Absolutely does not need any sort of facials because her skin is flawless but considers getting one anyway??? Absolutely silent and glaring before the massage, glowing and smiling after.
Armin: He’s a hot stone kind of guy. Always pays extra for aroma therapy in the room is always INSANELY tense and needs like the strongest Massage Therapists 😭 always tips them directly.
Sasha: (what do you mean she can’t eat the Himalayan Salt!?!) she likes to hop around and try each therapist/aesthetician. SUPER chatty in the lobby but everyone loves her.
Connie: works front desk 😈 gets in trouble for being too loud. Spills something at least once a day. Hates closing shift because he has to clean but loves opening shift because he likes to do the phone calls.
Jean: gets weekly facials. Goes in grumpy comes out happy as hell. Will only go to a SPECIFIC aesthetician. Only trusts them with his face!! He gets those special led light masks and buys whatever product his aesthetician tells him to.
Reiner: silent going in, silent coming out. Gets a standard massage with lavender aroma therapy, scalp massage, and a hand massage. Always 15 minutes early. Tips well AND gives the front desk a tip too. Low key probably the favorite client.
Levi: is a massage therapist. Specializes in Deep Tissue. Takes forever to clean his room during closing which means front desk has to wait for him 😭 they probably stop booking him later in the day for that reason.
Hange: is an aesthetician, LOVES doing the chemical peels on people’s faces. LOVES WAXING PEOPLE. Is a little too chatty for a real spa environment but always gets a ton of tips!
Erwin: gets a massage on the 20th of every month. passes out on the table every time. Always tips 15%.
REIII 🌻 I’m here like an obedient fangirl to get a much needed kiss drabble from you 🥲Its a long list this time 💀
May I Have:
32,2,62 and 85 with ze husband?
I’m in tears just thinking about it 🥺 please feed this hungry Mrs Smith ❤️
(Totally abused my power since i didn’t see a limit on the number of prompts i can request lol. Feel free to exclude any of them)
Hahahaha my dear Mrs Smith, you can exploit me however you like and I wouldn't complain at all <3 also, this might be similar to the very first kiss drabble I wrote you hehe.
Characters: Erwin x fem!reader
Warnings: SFW, fluff. Established relationship (Erwin and reader are married), making out, domestic fluff. Height isn't mentioned but reader is small-sized.
32: Jumping into your lover's arms // 2: Wrapping your arms around your lover's neck // 62: Caressing your lover's cheek // 85: Smiling in-between kisses
It was already close to 8pm when you reached home, five whole hours later than what it was supposed to be. You couldn't wait to change out of your stuffy formal wear and soak in a hot bubble bath, you couldn't wait to eat dinner, and you couldn't wait to see your husband.
Unlocking your main door, you were greeted with a strong fragrance of cocoa, a clean and dust-free living room, and a mesmerising view of your husband standing in the kitchen wearing a white tank top and light grey sweat pants, seemingly engrossed in something. He heard the rattling of keys and turned around, smiling widely upon seeing you. You laughed out loud when you saw how he had cocoa powder staining the front of his tank top and his cheeks had traces of flour. His usually neatly combed blonde hair was looking a little messy with his fringe falling over his eyes.
"What are you doing?" You asked cheerily, removing your footwear and entering the kitchen, looking into the oven.
"I'm baking you a chocolate cake, sweetheart," Erwin smiled, pulling you into a tight hug and softly kissing your crown, swaying you on the spot. Inhaling the scent of your hair, Erwin released you from the hug and pat your cheek. "It should be done in another 20 minutes or so. Do you want to take a shower first?" Your husband walked to the kitchen counter and poured you a glass of water, placing it on the dining table for you. You shook your head, jumping into Erwin's arms instead.
Erwin was caught by surprise, letting out a small 'ooh!' but still securely hugging you nonetheless. One arm was around your waist while the other supported your butt. You interlocked your legs around your husband's waist and wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him close to you.
"Hey, sweetheart, my top's dirty. Your blouse is go—" you hushed him with a finger to his lips instead.
"Who cares about that? Just let me feel you," you closed your eyes and hummed, snuggling against the crook of Erwin's neck. The both of you remained like this, you revelling in Erwin's warmth while he gently pat your back, the fragrant smell of cocoa and butter enveloping the kitchen. You briefly loosened your arms around Erwin's neck, gently cupping his cheeks.
"How did you get flour and cocoa powder all over yourself though?" You chuckled, wiping some of the flour on his cheeks away. Ewin looked away embarrassed, locking his eyes on a small corner on the kitchen floor instead.
"Umm—well, Cappuccino thought it was a good idea to pounce on Albus while he was drinking water and—" Erwin let out a small cough, turning you towards the corner he was looking at. "I'll clean it up later." You turned your head around to look at your two mischief makers lying in their doggy beds, acting like nothing happened. You let out another hearty laugh, imagining the chaos that happened while you were at work.
"I'll help you later," you looked back at your husband again and brought his face closer to yours, kissing him full on the lips halfway through your laughter. The both of you remained lip-locked, Erwin mirroring your smile as he carded his fingers through your hair and tightened his hold around you. Even when the oven started chiming, the both of you never broke away from each other, kissing like it was your last moment on Earth.
"The cake's done, sweetheart," Erwin gently said as he broke the kiss, smiling as he pecked your forehead. Your eyes remain closed as you tried to even out your breathing. Wow, you thought. That was some kiss. You nodded your head in acknowledgement, smiling as you kissed your husband again and again, looking forward to the sweet treat he baked.
Pairing: Erwin x Reader, Erwin x Y/n, Erwin x You, Erwin x OC
Trigger Warnings: Rough Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Size Kink (Reader is 45kgs/99lbs and 158cm/5'1) and ofc daddy Erwin got a monster cock pls, a lil bit of angst and toxicity cuz I couldn't help myself can you blame me
Summary: You've been such a bad girl, and daddy Erwin thinks it's time to teach you a lesson.
Word Count: 2947 I'm so sorry I have sinned again it turned out too big pls forgive me and there's angst in here too I never meant for this happen jfc
Taglist:@antoxsmith, @syrma-sensei, @hopeless-daydream3r, @macyomoiji
UNEDITED!
Part 1 >>> Part 2 >>> Part 3
You could barely walk the entire evening. It was torture. Truly, even walking was an agony and maybe that’s why you were clutching on his arm in the entirety of it trying to keep yourself standing. Forcing a smile and a laugh out was even worse. You couldn’t handle this. You couldn’t pretend like he hadn’t driven you insane. All you could think about was his words. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get back to HQ,” and you couldn’t wait for that. You had been such a good girl, taking his punishment so well and he’d be an idiot to pretend like he didn’t want to fuck you right this very instant against that door.
But for now, he just had to push this aside, and pull up a smile and mentally start planning on what he was going to do to you tonight so that you’d scream his name for all the Scouts to hear. Not that it would be the first time they’d have heard you scream the Commander’s name.
“Ready to go home?” Erwin spoke in your ear, leaning down to your small form as you clenched your fingers around his forearm a little tighter to continue matching his pace of walking. There was a carriage waiting for you, to take you back to Trost at the Survey Corps HQ.
You glared at him for a moment and his smile only grew. He was enjoying torturing you. Fucking sadist. “You better keep your promise the moment we step foot in your quarters,”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I am a man of my word,”
Oh, you were certain about that, and he only further convinced you and he slammed you against the door of his office the moment you stepped it. His arms were all over you, pushing on your dress, searching for that damned zip. He flipped you over the door, finally pushing the zip down the small of your back and pushing the sleeves down your shoulders.
You were in your undergarments before you knew it. He flipped you back to face him and his mouth was on yours before you knew it. You gasped against his lips. His tongue found the back of your throat and your hands found his hair, burying your fingers into the golden locks. You pushed his green Survey Corps coat down his shoulders and your hand reached for that green bolo tie, pushing it out of his shoulders. You tried to unbutton his shirt but he picked you up before you had the chance.
You always loved the way he handled you. How he picked you up and tossed you around like a ragdoll. How he bruised your lips beneath his rough kisses. You wrapped your legs around his waist and his mouth found your neck, kissing and sucking and nibbling. He loved seeing your bruised skin in the mornings. Marks that would remind you for days how he had claimed you.
He dropped you on the bed. A gasp escaped your throat at the impact. You watched as he slipped his black leather belt out of his waist. You laid in front of him, on his bed, half naked. His beautiful little prey that he intended to wreck tonight and for all the nights to come.
“Hands up,” He ordered, and like his obedient little girl you showed him your wrists only for him to tie them together with his belt and bringing them up to the wooden bedframe, trapping you there.
You had chosen that set of black lacy bra and panties that he had bought you a few months back. Such a tease, and that’s just how he wanted you to be. His spoiled little princess. That golden necklace that adorned your neck he had made sure not to take it off. Gold looked so good on you, his pretty little girl. He was going to fuck you in it.
He kicked his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, but he didn’t take it off. He knew how much you hated it when you were all bare, and he, fully clothed. It’s unfair you once told him. Well, it was unfair for you to rile him up like this when he had adorned you in the prettiest dress and priciest jewellery in Wall Sheena. But you had taken your punishment well. Even now, you squirmed as his hands snuck between your aching backside and the mattress. He brought your body properly on the bed and he pulled the black panties down your legs, finally revealing your pretty pussy beneath.
“Now be a good girl and part those slutty legs for daddy,”
You bit your lip and did just that. You were his obedient girl after all, and after your bad behaviour today, you had to compensate.
“That’s a good girl,” Erwin’s lips found wrapped around your clit right away.
You gasped. Hips bucked up to his face but he pressed a large palm down to your abdomen, pushing you back down and keeping you in place. You were so wet. Clit engorged and throbbing for attention that he was giving you in the extremes right now. He sucked hard, pressing his skilful tongue down your pretty cunt, and gathering your sweet juices. His little girl always tasted so sweet. Daddy’s favourite dessert. He could eat you up for hours.
“Mmhm, daddy,” You attempted to close your legs back he slapped your cunt instead and you cried out at the welcoming sting.
“Can’t follow a single fucking order?” He growled against your sweet cunt. “Keep those legs parted or the only thing you’ll be riding tonight will be my boot,”
You bit your lip and parted your legs as much as you could. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d hump his boot whilst he’d fuck your throat. “ ‘m sorry, daddy, s’ sorry,”
“Good, now be a good girl and cum on my tongue,”
He launched another assault on your pour clit. You gasped. Your body tensed and your hands shook from their restraints. You wanted to reach for his hair, his head, push him further between your legs, but you couldn’t. He had tied you down, and he could leave you like this all night if he felt like it. You were so close. The loud squelches of his lips ravaging your throbbing nub were all that accompanied your moans and gasps, and whimpers. He was going to make you cum and he hadn’t even stuck his fingers into you yet.
Be a good girl and cum on my tongue. This was an order that you had to obey, and if you didn’t cum on demand, he wasn’t going to let you cum at all. He suckled hard on your sensitive nub and a shout erupted from your throat. You came hard. A warm gush of liquid ran out of your hole that clenched around nothing and your back arched against the bed. Hips bucking beneath him and before you had the chance to recover, two large fingers plunged inside your spasming hole and began pumping into you hard and fast.
“Ah! Fuck, daddy, please, please, give me a moment, please…”
“You wanted to cum, didn’t you? Cum,”
Another order. Eyes screwed shut and you were literally on fire. He was hitting your sweet spot over and over. The coil inside your stomach began to gather again. You were about to cum for the second time in a row and there was no way you could disobey your daddy, the man who owned every inch of you. You came again. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs and he finger-fucked you through your orgasm so hard, so fast, you closed your legs around arm, but he wasn’t going to let up, was he? And you couldn’t stop him. You were restrained and all you could do was thrash on the bed, beneath his merciless thrusting in your gummy wet walls. You were panting. Sweat beginning to form on your forehead, your body, your fisted hands.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and give another one for daddy, aren’t you?” Erwin added a third finger, stretching you up even more. All three of his thick long fingers were hitting so hard against your spot. He was planning to bruise it tonight. Abuse and make a mess of your sweet cunt, because you had been such a bad girl.
But you couldn’t take it. Your nerves were on fire, his brutal pace almost hurt. “P- Please, daddy, I- I can’t cum again, it hurts, please, please…” Broken pleas and hoarse throat already. He smirked. He hadn’t even begun.
“Can’t tell me that for a moment you didn’t think of fucking Nile, can you? Since you wanna be such a whore, I’ll treat you like one, darling,”
His tongue pressed down on your clit and your whole body jolted forward. You didn’t know whether you wanted him to stop or keep abusing your hole till you passed out. He was still angry, you could tell. Still jealous and insane and furious about today. Should you had known that it would trigger him so much, you wouldn’t tease him like that. But how were you supposed to know? Your relationship with Erwin had been purely carnal. He took out his stress and frustrations on you, and you simply enjoyed each second because you would be an utter idiot if you didn’t.
He was perfect. In every aspect, in every way. He was perfect and secretly you were scared that you were falling. But even if you were, would it matter?
It wouldn’t matter. This man’s heart was made of stone. He was never going to hand it to you. He was never going to hand it to anyone. He didn’t want to spend his life with you, he just wanted to fuck you and listen to your pretty moans and screams. He just wanted you to be there to suck his dick like the insatiable whore you were before a stressful meeting. He just wanted you to be there, to fuck your throat or bend you over his desk, tie you to his bed, play out all his perverted fantasies on you, and give you his pretty, expensive gifts to compensate for it all.
And you gave him yourself so openhandedly because after a rough fuck, he was going to hold you and press featherlike kisses on your forehead. He was going to hold you and kiss you sweet and that was the only gesture of affection that ever came from him, and you craved it so much. You loved him so much. But he was never going to return the feeling and you knew it.
I’m just the partner for the evening. You meant those words. You weren’t his partner. You were a partner. Next year he would have forgotten about you. He would have some other pretty girl on his bed, and it wasn’t going to be you.
And so you came. Your body spasmed and your abused cunt clamped so hard down his fingers – you swear you heard him growl a ‘fuck’. You came again for the third time in a row. He was the only man who would draw orgasms out of you on command, because you would just do everything for him. You signed up in the Survey Corps – you signed up to die for him. And he couldn’t see it, and it saddened you beyond measure, but you were there for him. You would always be there for him whether he kicked you out of his life or not.
“Are you okay, babygirl?” You felt his weight on the bed around you. You felt him crawling on top of you. Fat tears ran down your cheeks as you wept brokenly.
“ ‘m good, daddy,” You barely managed as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. You weren’t sure why you were crying about. Maybe it was those orgasms that were the best you had in your life, or the fact that he was going to push you away one day like he did with everybody else.
“You did so good, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl. So good to me,” He kissed your tears away and you closed your eyes, revelling in his soft warm kisses all over your face. Gentle hands traced your body, your thighs. “Let’s take this off,” He released your hands from the confines of his belt. Muscles ached from staying in one place for so long. Your wrists painted in pink from your hopeless efforts of trying to free yourself and failing.
But you didn’t care about your bruised wrists and aching muscles. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tugged him down to you, to kiss you. Usually, he’d just leave a dry peck on your lips and thrust inside you and fuck you till you passed out. But this time he indulged you. He kissed you hard and wrapped his arms around you and you adored each second of it.
“Take off your shirt, I wanna touch you, please…” You mumbled against his lips, and he did just that.
He pulled his shirt down his shoulders and his hand reached back to unclip your bra blindly. He tossed the piece of clothing away and wasted no second to lean down and wrap his warm, slick lips around your tender mounts. He sucked and ran his warm slick tongue around your tender nipple, and you let out your sweet moans – the sounds you knew he most wanted to hear.
And for once he wasn’t planting his marks on you. He was being gentle, kissing you and worshipping your sweet skin. And maybe he loved you just as much, but he was never going to tell you.
He pushed his pants down his legs and kicked them on the floor. He grabbed your hips and brought your crotch flushed to his own. His cock hit your belly, reached the level of your stomach. Girthy and big and veiny, and ever time he pushed inside of you, you lost your mind and forgot how to breathe. He positioned his tip to your opening and watched you face with a hunger in his aquamarine eyes that you knew all too well. He started pushing in, always gentle, always giving you time to adjust. But he had prepped you so nicely this time, hadn’t he?
He had made all you nice and wet and stretched to fit his cock in your little hole all the way in. Tip snuggly pressing against your cervix and you were a goner. He pressed your knees to your chest, folding you in half, reaching as deep as he could. He could see his cock bulging in your tummy. Fuck. His sweet little girl. You had no idea you were the only one who was making him feel things no one had.
He started thrusting. A few slow strokes at first, his arms around you, lips met your own, wet and messy but sweet. It almost felt like he was making love to you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Fingers found his hair, the shifting broad muscles of his back, his chest. You touched him everywhere and when he picked up the pace you let out a cry against his lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist to make sure he’d stay close and leant down to you. To make sure he wouldn’t pull his arms from around you.
He started hitting that spot again and again, the tip of his cock bruising your insides. Loud wet sounds of him thrusting fast in and out of you, fucking you hard into the mattress. He grunted into your neck, biting down hard on your skin and you squirmed. His hand reached down. Rough fingers started rubbing down on your clit and you were gone.
You screamed and your vision blacked out as you came for the fourth time. “That’s it, that’s my good girl, that’s it,” Erwin growled as he pulled out of you and came all over your tummy. His grunts and groans were delicious, but you were gone.
You passed out. He had exhausted you and it wasn’t the first time. But there was no saying how beautiful you were when you slept. He could stare at you for hours. He cleaned you up with a rag and noted to himself to give you a bath in the morning. He lied down beside you and pulled you in his arms and wrapped the bedsheets around your bodies.
He watched you as you nuzzled in his chest, his arms around you. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and planted a kiss on your forehead.
I love you. Be mine. He wanted to say, but he was never going to say it, because one day you might day under the leadership of the very man who loves you. One day, he might die. And if he told you he loved you, you’d spend the rest of your life mourning for a man who loved you. No, it was better if he kept letting you know that you meant nothing to him.
It would hurt less for you if he died. It would absolutely wreck him if you died, and you never know he loved you. But that was life in the Survey Corps. He had to toss his heart into the gutter and turn it into stone.
“I love you… y/n,” And he could only say it now, knowing that you hadn’t heard him.
