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[schlobba]

⋆.ೃ࿔* :･ lasso.ᐟ ft. erwin smith

( 🗒️: love erwin smsmsm )

⋆.ೃ࿔*𐔌 synopsis゛ remorsefully, your fiancé makes up for trying your patience. reassuring you he has no intention of dodging the responsibility of marriage, in fact, he wants to practice consummation as many times as you allow.

⋆.ೃ࿔*𐔌 ♯: fem!readr; most lowercase intended; breedingg ofc; mating press; oral (f); country life; domestic/homestead; engaged; pet names: diamond, sugar ‎ ‎ ‎ ⓘ wrd count: 3.2k

ꉂ`⟡···· “y’know my dress might needa be a little bigger by then, right?” “’course, diamond… how else are we gonna fit that behind?”

➜ darby, montana

( 1898 ) 12:02 pm

fall sent whipping breezes throughout the acres of land erwin had so lovingly tended, the head of his horse emerging first from the thick tree ridge. your nape greeted him in place of that sweet as syrup smile he’d grown accustomed to. a ways down the hill divided by a dirt path, carving knife warm with your sweat cutting into an apple, nectar running down your wrists while taking pieces for yourself.

the herd stayed closely knitted, expecting ewes grazing peacefully under the territorial eye of your unruly ram byström who also spared glances at the hound dog. with such dense clouds above, the shifting trees surrounding your little washboard and seating provide an unneeded shade, branches supporting a sprawling line of linen above your head.

a wooden table shaved of any splinters supported your elbows, brown eyes taken with how autumn sweeped this ranch not even days after your engagement. tutting your lips in intellection, there wouldn’t possibly be any time to plan a ceremony with erwin making preparations for winter. it was as if snow already coated the ground, seeing as you’d all but noticed hooves heartily beating against gravel.

the rusted whine of the gated entrance finally caught your attention. schulz obediently follows the statuesque blonde, yankee blue eyes digesting you. from that shirred cotton embroidered in floral design to your bare feet — he would turn his trouser pockets inside out all over again.

“one of these days you’re gonna step on something,” he shouts all proper in passing while guiding the chestnut stallion to an open pasture. always speaking chaste yet possessing the unique ability to understand your nonsense.

“not with all these leaves,” one leg over the bench already – you sat the knife aside, “we needs a rake ‘fore snowfall.” you insisted. adjusting the hem of one’s gown, pulling it above your buxom and rushing over.

carefully shutting the enclosure he turned to your nosey expression, “I’ll pick it up with my sheers.” he assured. the man’s lips couldn’t help but curl as you were now inches away from him. though his affections were promptly rejected, “what?” erwin asked.

“ya’ talks about your sheers more than anything,” eyes rolling you ignored that knit forming in his thick brows.

“come on now…” the blonde’s voice faltered in the skin of your neck, pulling away just to see if anything changed.

“spring or summer then?” you scrutinized all but those things that tempted you to drop it like his cupid’s bow.

“elaborate.” his brows fell with an air of unamusement.

even upspoken he knew you were serious. your persiflage continued, “well d’you think white would look good on me in july heat?”

“I think it’s timeless on you.” he gushed against your cheek and settled for the corners of your mouth since you kept moving.

“well then - I just wants to know why you’re so nervous.” your forearms interrupted his rough, calloused hands sliding down your waist. in that moment you glared through him, truly trusting he’d answer accordingly.

“it’s been two months.” erwin stated. “I don’t wanna rush it, diamond.”

the fleeting gaze you unknowingly gave sent aches to his chest, his adam’s apple bobbing before you parted your lips, “why not? are you not excited?”

“please.” eyes cutting to the tip of your nose and pillowy lips, he scoffed. “I want to make sure everything is right before we start a family.”

you giddily flashed your crooked teeth. “who said anything about that?”

“we’re getting married,” he knocked his forehead against yours like a bull. “you’re having my babies.” grin across his face toward the end, finally planting a kiss more becoming than the last few.

analogous to a whirling current of wind gathering you up, erwin’s hands now firmly hoisted your weight in a candid fashion. a brief glimpse of concern lit in his pendulous eyes when your breath hitched in response to such suddenness, subsequently washing over as soon as your hand began blithely unbuttoning his blouse.

your lover’s snug embrace radiated a warmth, twirling with your nerves. for the first time during this lazy october afternoon you’re finally looking like you’ve lifted a finger throughout, erwin hungrily watching these beads of anticipation fall below your collarbone.

“do you wanna start practicing?” he fondly asked, words steady despite his haste. effortlessly carrying you toward the porch of his ancestral farmhouse, authentic leather boots sounding off creaks in the steps he feverly trekked.

“what’d you call it before?” you played with the strands of hair laid thick across his chest, ahead of sitting up in his arms to kiss along his jaw as he jangled the doorknob.

“extracurriculars—” a sharp air left his nose, earning your laughter. the blonde’s support altered to where his palms now held your behind, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly as to stick along for where he’d take you.

the house smelled of sweet spices and vegetables, thoroughly flavoring the meat you had been slow cooking for hours in hopes of a tender finish. its scent wafted through the foyer and pleasantly met erwin’s nostrils, surprisingly arousing him even more.

“christ, how’d I get so lucky...” he deeply spoke into your mouth amidst the hissing breaths and smothered noises you both let out without discipline. the tent in his pants growing larger under the white gold buckle of his cowboy belt, poking at your heat needily.

the blonde didn’t care for sheets or hide blankets, he marched straight into the dining room like one of them soldiers.

“what?” you broke the sloppy kisses to watch the hallway staircase grow distant, eventually out of sight once he passed the kitchen countertops. “y’wanna eat first?”

“mhm.” erwin answered. prompting his placement of you directly on the table yet to be set, hiking your frills up above your thighs. cotton panties gated with a bow, that of which haloed over a stain of longing just for him. a finger of his pressed against your wetness absent of novelty, exploring your folds and watching as they ate up the fabric, cloth roughing up against your more sensitive flesh.

the man had since kneeled, practically breathing into such supple skin whilst pressuring more against your clothed cunt with his thumb. he often caught himself wolfing down the spit collecting in his mouth, salivating at the thought of you on his tongue. it wouldn’t be the first time he considered himself at your mercy.

“yous gone let me take ‘em off all by myself?” you queried, looking down at him with an expectant stare. your fiancé’s gaze was more occupied by your other set of lips then, but he eventually adhered and reached his hands up your spread thighs.

he slid your pretty underwear down the skin of your legs, a hand helping you wriggle the rest of the way. your body tensed when he kissed one of your feet which were damn near filthy from chasing chickens, but erwin was just as ribalding. he simply won’t admit the times his languish left him cumming to only the scent of your worn panties. as if he really needed to, his expression outwardly famished at the sight of you dripping onto the polished oak, smooching up your inner thigh whilst holding a vehement glare.

a gratuitous groan rattles from your depths, enduring the waves of pleasure ensuing as his tongue greedily laps at your juices. those rigid palms of his subconsciously found themselves hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders, allowing himself to suckle at your intimacy more aggressively. your precious hums and squeezing legs encourage the blonde, his pronounced nose bumping up against your shorthairs, jaw slacked so his tongue could properly punch in and out of your twitching cunt.

erwin’s cock had been weeping between his legs, jumping at the sound of his spit bubbling against the bud of your cunnie. you didn’t think his tongue could reach any further but he soon required deeper conversation with such a talkative pussy, forcing you backward onto the sanded tabletop. his hairy forearms wrapped around your legs to urge them apart, fingers creating little indents in your thighs while his face buried itself snug between those soaking folds. the blonde loudly smacked and sucked like a bitch to a bone, licking stripes up and down your cunt interchangeably with tongue fucking you, bottom lip firmly pressed under your slit.

“that feel good?” he slobbered. your yelps and drawn out vowels were complimented by his attentive croons. he empathized with how starved your hole was for his girth, feeling it tighten around his saliva coated muscle in prayer for something shaped just like him to guzzle down.

amidst reply your chin bunched up under the downward look you gave him, reaching lower to spread yourself wider. “go up—“ you insisted breathlessly, heaving in and out while a ball of yarn unraveled inside your tummy.

spoiling you similarly to a debutante made it so erwin rarely put his needs first during sex. only when you began bucking into his face after around twenty minutes of nonstop devouring did he become the slightest impatient. still he chose to satisfy himself with your climax on his taste buds, ensuring his girl’s cunt drooled ahead of pounding it senseless. but even in this pussy-whipped daze the blonde’s cock kept him mindful. the man would never be devoid of any purpose, not when your plump pussy’s sitting all gorgeous, practically begging for his attention.

this time you didn’t have to yank his head of angel hair to shoo him in light of your overstimulation. he’d already stood on the soles of his boots, breathing through his mouth like an exasperated idiot, deftly undoing his belt to release some of the tension.

“diamond,” erwin murmured under his breath only to realize he’s called on you, “mnh, don’t eye me like that.” knitting his wild brows did he whisper. your lover boy could barely stroke his cock he was so close, and your repeatedly renewed expression of excitement at his length was incredibly rousing. “can I…?” words laced with perversion did he query, gently pushing his fat cockhead against your gushy cunt, a groan leaving him as his eyes ate away at your beautiful body.

your meek smile melted him with embarrassment, “hmph, I gots to say it?” you asked, lips forming to wince while you elevated up onto your elbows in search of a better listen.

“no, s’just—“ erwin’s voice rasped out, only when he discarded anything from his waist down and began climbing up onto the table did your face morph with curiosity. “let me lift your legs a bit.” he kindly requested, breath now clashing with yours.

your movement lasted little without his assistance, softly guiding you back to fold your legs. he was now looming over you with an ounce of uncertainty, analyzing the scrunch of your nose and wrinkle ridden strain. words of concern were promptly exchanged, initiating an adjustment beneath his large stature. now that the burning in your hamstring subsided, you had more room to experience this relatively new position, his pelvis hovering a ways above yours — sheer length of his manhood all but making up for the distance.

he grinded his stiffness in a specific motion, teasing himself with your slick while securely grasping the skin under your knees. your moans goaded him to pass the surface, heightening once a few inches actually did. in this state erwin felt he could thrust deeper than ever, sweat running down his hefty ballsack in temptation. all your devoted fiancé could think about was jerking his dick against the hugging walls beyond your entrance, desperate to fill up his barn cat of a woman.

after a few moments of torturously paced action, erwin finally honed how hard he’d let his shaft slap against the plush skin of your ass. grinding his forehead into yours while rhythmically thrusting into you, drinking up your adorable faces if he wasn’t occupied with blinking in that very second. his voice had periodically joined that of your own each time you gripped particularly tight, sucking him in a spoiled fashion each time he reared back. the plap plap plap of his dick made your brain rattle ’round, eyes half lidded and mouth wide with moans like a brothel girl. when words were coherent they implored he continued, begging like the submissive wife everyone expects of you.

the table rammed back and forth on its four legs, parallel to erwin’s ploughs that became harsher each time his cock plunged inside your saturated mess. you couldn’t recall exactly how your dress turned into a flimsy skirt around your waist, folded a dozen for erwin’s gawking. but it was his regards that centered you — his constant presence no matter how primitively he may have fucked into you. the blonde didn’t relent in his shower of love across your exposed skin, passionately kissing over your shut eyes and such when you’re much too engrossed to return said kisses. even minding his off white teeth against your breasts, pampering you delicately akin to a hand sculpted china doll. such precise movements yet the furniture beneath you still moved with exuberance, and you still frothed around him in melded bouts of ecstasy.

“feels nice, don’t it?” erwin exhaled, experiencing himself flex inside you sensitively. the heat of the kitchen spilling into the room, droplets on one’s skin illuminated by a warm rustic lighting. he wondered what you thought of him, pinning you down like that of a roman trying to win a brawl.

“god almighty…” your voice eased out between hiccups of enjoyment, “don’t stop!” you need not ask but he’d developed some liking for the nagging - the reassurance.

“gone have to wed in spring then,” the blonde happily reaffirmed his position with blue collar arms, “seeing as you’ll be a mama by tonight.” he lovingly said before weighing into you more, damn near flattening your thighs onto the table just to allow more room for his shaft to grind against your swollen bundle of nerves.

your reply was written roughly, forcing your tongue past his supple lips and somehow pulling him in closer, imagining your hands cradling his head like this under sunlight stained by fancy colored glass. neither of you let up for air — breathing between this salivating exchange in an animalistic intensity, daydreaming of one another, comfortably naive.

“you’re squeezing me so tight.” he spoke into your loose lips, watching you break away with pitiful squeals once his dick began repeatedly bullying a certain spot near your cervix. erwin relished in your expression, all gobsmacked like an innocent southern belle, only to be broken in by some rugged stud. those beady brown eyes grew wide, and he could only buck at the thought of you cumming around his girth. “what’s that sugar? can’t take no more?” he nibbled at your chin.

“mphhm—“ you hum and swore all at once, subtly nodding while a pressure built up just below the surface of your abdomen, brows knitting almost painfully.

your fiancé struck hard opposed to fast now, letting his pelvis slam against yours with every coo and comment. “y’ain’t bailing on me now, are you? not when y’got me all worked up…” he muttered, his lovely blue eyes sitting drunk on a determined expression. “…not when I got so much to give you, hm?”

it was erwin’s actions that were more demanding compared to his words, usually. but the tone he’s giving you more than beckons you let him hammer you til’ the next harvest moon. his breath hit against your face in wild pants like some dog in heat, and you more than obliged with your digits digging into his shoulders. nose brushing against yours, he continued rutting inside your squelching cunt until your voice was giving out, grasping behind your knees tighter than ever before just to keep his soon-to-be wife still for his thick ropes of cum.

“m’not, mmm’not,” you slurred incoherently. “y’just gonna get me knocked uuuup!” how cute it was to watch your lip quiver with restraint. erwin wondered if you measured your affect on him. certainly not — not when you walk around here asking to be barefoot and pregnant.

sounding like a babbling fool, your trembling legs fought the urge to lock around his defined back, toes curling so hard a knuckle or two may have popped. the blonde’s baritone voice encouraged you almost frantically, pacing his breaths in hopes you would follow said motions, thoroughly guiding your unruly reactions beneath him. all while pumping back and forth, ruts getting sloppy and short as to keep any semblance of your alluring warmth and maintain the perfect environment for his seed.

his ears perked to your groans of relief, listening as you came undone around him with an expression only he got to see. ‘twas a matter of time before your cunt made way for his gluttonously dense amounts of cum, weakly throbbing with each tense of his balls against your gaping hole, pussy lips impressively parted by his sheer mass alone. erwin intrinsically held you under the grip of his large farm-hands, placidly shuttering in response to the tranquil lull your body provided. he was no longer overladen with energy as you more than sucked every bit of it out of him, all your love could do was slowly flutter his lashes back open, witnessing your edible expression stare back into his own unexplainable countenance.

“did y’mean it?” you ask, voice labored with exhaustion and knees still surrounding your pretty lil’ head.

his grapple became lazy and slick with mixing sweat, “huh?” erwin grew perplexed at such a persistent thing like you. though accompanied by how persuasive you are, he learned to love it years ago. pet name on his tongue, he inwardly hushed himself and filled the silence with a considerate gaze.

“‘bout me being a mama ‘n stuff.” you tried to avert your eyes but not only was he still brooding over you, he followed the turn of your head so he never left your field of view, all to kiss you once more.

“a million times over—” erwin muffled into the plump skin of your cheek, marking you from your forehead to your chin with good loving. “you know that.”

“and the wedding?” another familiar question soaked with insecurity left your nectar flavored lips, those of which erwin often had to ignore just to hear you clear.

“hmph…” he freed your legs at last, sitting up but not slipping out just yet. “may. when the sun lasts longer and you won’t need sleeves.” erwin said thoughtfully. the blonde’s sentence narrated the image he envisioned, his wife amidst fields of green dawning victorian lace and warm silver.

“y’know my dress might needa be a little bigger by then, right?” you said cautiously. a hand of yours grazed your belly, heavy with implication and overall fatigue.

“’course, diamond…” you could hear his toothy smile before cutting your eyes to him, both his palms now encapsulating the waist they fit so perfectly around. “how else are we gonna fit that behind?”

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[fairy-lenaa]

do you ever just feel like you want to cry so you try to look for fanfics that will make you sob- not like crying softly but full ON breaking down like losing your shit cry. Me personally- I’m obsessed with storylines where the reader is just shoved off to the side- like no one cares and slowly people just start to notice and care. Then this causes like reader to lose their shit, and have a full on breakdown. I do NOT want those storylines where they have so much potential- as in the character is ABSOLUTELY terrible to the reader and they just forgive the character so easily like they didn’t do anything- covering it with a “happy ending”…. LIKE HAVE SOME BACKBONE PLEASE… GOSH.. but also I want the story to be heart ripping, mascara running down my eyes slow burn and if they do forgive each other- it has to be in an almost death situation, (like it needs to be giving understand by keshi or crybaby by the neighborhood) but if we’re talking about while reader is getting treated like DIRT it should be giving Lana del ray- needs to be angelically numbing. Anyways that’s it- just some random thoughts but if yall could be nice… can you drop some fanfics that made you sob… pretty please 🥹🙏

[wingedwhitelioness]

Man they are so fine! 🥹💚💜 Just look at Hange’s beautiful eyes 😍

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[umbremom]

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[sixpennydame]

Hi my lovely Sailor, for the aot ask game, can I ask… 4, 5 & 11? 💫

Hi my dearest Flo. 🕯️

4. Who is your least favorite character and why?

I already answered here.

5. Favorite manga panel?

Of course, it’s this one:

The moment where pictures speak louder than words.

11. Favorite minor character?

Hitch. She’s a smartass and aloof, but deep down she really does care. And she has the best hairstyles. ☺️

[arminsumi]

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[starcamus]

about the author ༊*·˚

hello! i’m r, ray, star <3 she/her

aries sun, gemini rising, aquarius moon, pisces venus

writer and poet. find my work here!

likes—

❥ books: the bell jar, if we were villains, picture of dorian gray, the secret history, the castle, divine rivals, the stranger, crime and punishment, nausea, song of achilles

❥ manga: deathnote, jjk, tomie, mimi's tales of terror

❥ essays: "A Defense of Poetry" P. Shelley, "The Study of Poetry" M. Arnold, "The Function of Criticism at The Present Time" M. Arnold, "Tradition and the Individual Talent" T.S Eliot

❥ writers: sylvia plath, tolstoy, m. shelley, oscar wilde, poe, donna tartt, sartre, woolf, charlotte perkins gilman, camus, hardy, shakespeare, chekhov, tolkien, kierkegaard

❥ music: lana del rey, mitski, smashing pumpkins, lorde, cigarettes after sex, phoebe bridgers, hozier, suki waterhouse, sufjan stevens, gigi peres, arctic monkeys, the beatles

❥ shows: jjk, deathnote, aot, gilmore girls, peaky blinders, bridgerton, the last of us, game of thrones, house of the dragon

❥ movies: black swan, scream, studio ghibli, lala land, alice in wonderland, dead poets society, breakfast at tiffany's, pride and prejudice (2005)

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[ken-jaku]

CAN YOU PLEASE STAY WITH ME? ( STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS)

"-- casually dating ball players that bore you to death . . ."

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[b0rderbunny]

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Check out my new modern reader x Levi book on Wattpad!

In short it's a story about a modern female reader, I'm thinking of creating a gender neutral version too, going to the aot universe where she meets Levi Ackerman. Posts are slow but when I finish a chapter I will post a quick preview on my Tumblr before posting it on Wattpad.

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[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

Rivals with cadet Erwin pt.3

{ pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 }

{Erwin x Reader | tw: military, tw: almost fighting someone | romantic comedy, enemies to lovers, slow burn | canonverse}

{"The wedding morning" by Konstantin Johannes Franz Cretius, 1814-1901}

"Aren't you going to back me up on this?" You pleaded, hoping your mutual friend would be the voice of reason.

"You know he's on my side here right?" Erwin interjected, raising an eyebrow as he too eyed the tall figure sprawled on the bed across the both of you.

Despite the intense negotiations that have been going on here for the past 2 hours, Miche barely added anything of value to the conversation and he was adamant on keeping it that way.

Sparing the both of you a mere glance from behind the book he's reading, a shrug was all you got before he adjusted his grip on the leather cover, flipping the page.

"You know that coming here would give the impression that you'd add something to the conversation, Miche." Eriwn said, fingers rubbing his temple to get rid of the aching feeling of the upcoming headache following this.

"He's right" you crossed your arms, only to follow it with "for once." for good measures.

Knowing that ignoring two of the most stubborn people he has met in his life would only bring him more pestering, Miche begrudgingly set his book.

"First of all" he glared, "the 'here' that i came to, is my room."

"Our room." Erwin interrupted.

"My side of the room." Miche shot back, pointing to the invisible line that the two men must have agreed on years ago.

Without giving Erwin any more attention, Miche continued, "second of all. The two of you made the deal, therefore you deal with it yourselves"

"Well maybe if someone actually could understand basic words, then he'd know that a favour doesn't cover for what he's asking." You were getting more frustrated by having to go back and forth on this subject, aimlessly running in circles.

"You're blowing this out of proportion" Erwin 'gaslights you to your own face' Smith replied, " I simply asked you to…consider it and give it a lot of thought."

"And I did." You repeat yourself for the fifth time, "the answer is no."

"Then consider it again." He says with a straight face.

You're talking to a wall, a brick wall that calls itself Erwin and walks on two legs. "No means no, just how many times do i have to rethink about it."

"Till the answer becomes yes."

Feeling fed up, you lean closer to his annoying face as you stare him directly in the eye.

For a second, you actually see a glimpse of hope in them when your mouth opens.

"I'm not joining the scouts, Erwin."

And all hope vanishes.

"Then which branch do you plan on joining?" He's still determined he can get through to you.

The only thing keeping you from telling him to shove it and getting as humanly possible away from him right now, is his petty blackmail that he holds over you.

Big enough to get you to agree to have this talk with him right now as your owed favour, but not big enough that you'd risk your life over some horse theft accusation.

You lean back, the hard wood of the bed frame feeling rough against your back. "I don't know." You truly don't.

"Then let's go through them together." And when he says that with his all familiar smug smile, it hits you.

Oh god he's going to use one of his weird logic manipulation tactics on you again.

You swallow down.

"The most common choice for a cadet is usually the Garrison." He pretends to think as he pauses, like he didn't rehearse this whole conversation with an unwilling Miche hours before you came.

While yeah you're being forced into having this conversation, you still keep true to your word and actually put some effort into considering this.

Picturing yourself wearing the bi-roses jacket, being part of the largest military division which means you'll never be understaffed.

Maybe it's not so bad, they get holidays and are generalist in nature. You'd get the best of both worlds, being able to keep in touch with society while still walking the edge of danger when maintaining the outer walls.

"But then again, you'd be akin to a youth pastor without all the church health care benefits. Telling kids off when they try to draw on the wall, town people coming to you to find their missing pets, said kids or to solve some petty theft issue." He slowly begins to shatter your rose colored view on the Garrison.

And he goes on, listing how 90% of the people currently employed are completely unprepared and unqualified to face an actual titan wall breach, how it's all a bunch of drunks with wasted potential. You know just completely disregarding their complex lives as humans with struggles and judging them the same way a farmer would to livestock.

Yet still, he held some sense to his words, making a valid point through his long lecture of why the Garrison is a waste of resources 101.

"Alright I get it." You stop him before he could finish why the Survey corps should be getting the Garrison share of the government funding. "I'm not joining the Garrison."

With a satisfied smile, he says "Good." Like a fly to a spider, you fall right into his web. "If not the Garrison and not the Survey corps then…maybe the military police brigade?"

You already made it to the top ten so why not?

"Maybe" you reply, a part of you realises how little thought you've actually put into deciding what to join.

You've been so focused on your current position as a cadet and how to succeed in it that…you completely forgot it was temporary.

All the rankings, all the tests and all the friendships you've made would just be gone like it never existed the second you step outside this training facility with your belongings.

"They actually get good pay, you know, not to mention the noble reputation that comes with it." Maybe listening to Nile's ramblings on the many benefits he'd get once he graduates wasn't a huge waste of your time.

If he wasn't expecting you to actually show interest in joining the military police, he didn't show it at the start.

But instead of going into another lecture, he only said "Is that all you want?"

"Huh?" You didn't get to fully process what he said before he continued on.

"A good pay and a decent reputation is all you aspire to? You've put in so much effort so far and you're just going to throw it away to live comfortably as a glorified decor for the rich?"

Why was he taking this so personally?

"They protect the king, they're the closest thing to the noble knights the history books mention." You argue.

"Because a single person definitely needs hundreds of guards to protect him. Like I said," he looks you up and down, " a decor for the rich."

Turning towards Miche, your eyes dig into his back, "are you hearing this?"

Not bothering to turn around from his position, he replies, "you shouldn't be ashamed if that's what you want." He doesn't hide his yawn, "although maybe you should've considered marrying into aristocracy instead, definitely easier than being a soldier."

You were done with both of them, "you know what maybe i should've, Miche. Thanks for your thoughtful input." You couldn't have made your tone more sarcastic if you tried.

"You're welcome." And with that he stretches his arms, "it's getting late, unless you want to spend the weekend with the instructor cleaning equipment, you should get back to your own cabinet."

True to his words it is really dark outside, the moon illuminating the sky as the candlelights fade from the windows of each surrounding building.

A sense of relief fills you at the fact the day has finally ended, you've successfully fulfilled your end of the bargain and showed up here to listen to Eriwn's proposal like you promised.

No longer being obligated to stay, you don't waste a second to leave. "Well nice chat, how about we never do it again." You get up from where you've been sitting on Erwin's bed, feeling your legs waking up after sitting down in one position for so long.

Exiting the dreadful room quickly, you take a breath of fresh air, letting the cold night breeze surround you for a good minute.

And then you hear the wooden door open from behind you.

You regret not sprinting back to your room when you had the chance.

"Let me walk you back" Erwin says, "it still falls under the deal we made, you promised the whole night didn't you?"

You stare at him with an annoyed expression, "you're not planning on sharing my bed till sunrise as you repeat your argument, are you?"

"You have my word, I won't step a foot inside." He makes a crossing heart gesture.

Accepting your fate, you reason with yourself that It's just a 10 minutes walk, what's the worst that can happen.

Despite the lovely night and clear sky with each star rivalling the other, the walk is just tense and awkward with a suffocating slimy thick silence.

Maybe you should say something, it will help make this 10 minutes shorter.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting a comfortable life you know." Why on earth would you say that? You're just begging him to start the argument again at this point.

"Is that so?" He doesn't take the bait thankfully.

Still you feel a weird need to justify yourself to him, you've never cared about what he thinks about you but something about saying you're wasting all your efforts just hit a nerve.

"A lot of people would give everything to qualify to join" those words feel strange in your mouth, like they're not your own but you've heard people say them so many times it became a latching thought.

Not to mention a lot of people were actually giving their all in training, some even more hardworking than you. Yet for things they can't control, their best efforts couldn't surpass what came naturally to the people at the top rankings.

They had their skills and talents, but none that the world you live in would deem valuable.

Not hearing his steps beside you anymore, you turned back to look at him.

A shiver ran down your spine at the drastic change in his expression from just seconds ago, he looked absolutely pissed.

He started walking again, towards you this time.

Suppressing the fight or flight urges that have been trained in you, you try to deescalate the situation by taking slow steps back since you know he isn't the type of person to start a fight.

Not to mention is he really going to actually fight you over this?

As your back hits a wall, you tell yourself that you won't hesitate to break his arm if your gut feeling is actually right.

But he stops just before he gets close enough that you could justify shoving him away, almost like he knows exactly where your limits are and how far he could push the line before it snaps.

Still, it is close enough that he almost has you cornered, leaving a space you could escape from any second you want.

And yet you stay, he tests the waters and steps even closer. Gambling away his jaw remaining intact with each step you allow him to take.

"It's my own fault for thinking you were different from the rest." Betrayal and disappointment is crystal clear in his voice, eyes burning into you as if you've personally stabbed him in the back.

"I'm not going to apologise for ruining your imaginary image of me." You're not sure why he's making this a big deal, but you're not going to let him take out his personal issues on you.

Seeing your reflection in his eyes, the same twings of vulnerability shows itself just like that other day in the tavern.

He can tell that you can tell that he's desperate.

At any point you can just walk away, you don't have to listen to him just because he's in a sorry state right now.

Yet you remain still, not out of pity.

"What if…" he clears his throat, like he knows what he's going to say isn't going to be convincing, " what if we get married."

You blink.

He blinks back.

"Pardon?"

He looks away, "we're of legal age, i know a priest that will agree for a price and i can get us a respectable church with enough time and-"

Maybe he's actually lost it.

"Don't no, just…" you stop him as confusion fills you, what do you even say?

After giving him enough seconds so he would admit his poor attempt at humour and stop this joke, you're only met with anticipation filled eyes and nothing more.

"Why?"

He has the audacity to look confused at your question.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

You almost choke, since when!?

"No?"

"Yes?" He replies, "You want a comfortable life, I could provide that eventually and exchange…"

His voice is right next to your ear, now more confident in the argument he's making. "I get you. I get your skills, your opinions and evaluations."

"You want me to unofficially work under you? By getting married as a front?" You're not sure that you're following his train of thought.

"More or less if you put it harshly that way." He gives you a bit of space, "the way i see it, is that you'll be getting your comfortable lifestyle whilst not wasting your skills and efforts, of course i will reward you for your consultation and only ask you to help with the on base operations once a week."

Only he can make a marriage proposal sound like a government job application.

For all the praise people and teachers throw his way for being exceptionally smart, you realise how big of a moron he is.

"You think you can bribe me into unofficially joining the survey corps by marriage."

"Yes, How is it any different from joining the military police? At least you'd help humanity more in this scenario and I assure you I'm not as pretentious as the people you'd be dealing with there, especially since I would be your husband after all."

"Do you even understand what marriage is? What makes you think I'd just agree to marrying the first person that offers a bit of luxury?"

He questions if you're messing with him, "you seemed disappointed that you didn't marry an aristocrat just a few minutes ago with Miche, I'm giving you another chance at your dream, so why aren't you taking it?"

"That…" you place a hand on his shoulder, "was sarcasm."

...

"Oh." He stares at you, embarrassment slowly creeping into his features as he avoids eye contact.

You would laugh if you didn't actually feel a bit sorry for him.

Clearing his throat, he says "so…you wouldn't marry for a comfortable life?" He seems keen on dying on this hill.

"No."

"Hm…" with a completely serious expression he continues, "i must have misunderstood. I thought my plan this time was foolproof."

The silliness of the situation is starting to down on you as the silence fills the air except for the chirping of a night cricket that could be heard nearby.

Maybe it's the leftover adrenaline from the fight or flight nearly activating or maybe you're just sleep deprived but you feel a smile creeping up your lips.

God this is just so silly to happen over a misunderstanding.

"What kind of person do you think I am?" You ask rhetorically, thinking of how this could've been avoided if he picked on your sarcasm.

Seeming relieved over the fact you're not angry, he doesn't care that he just embarrassed himself enough to last a lifetime, as he smiles back at you.

"That's what I'm trying to find out."

You snort, nudging his arm away as you get your personal space back.

"God you're just…something."

It's his turn to chuckle, "amazing choice of words, I've never been called something before."

The light verbal teasing continues as both of you head towards your original direction, it's been a really long day for everyone involved.

Till you finally arrive at your door, voices lowering into hushed tones to not wake up your sleeping roommates inside.

"Hey, I made sure to groom the horse every now and then… I think." No you didn't.

"Uh huh, you really thought the mud would magically disappear from him each morning?" He could see through your lies.

You shrugged, "maybe he's just a really smart horse? How could I have known you were taking care of him like some sneaky tooth fairy that cleans horses instead."

He covers his mouth to stop himself from laughing, steadying himself before removing it. " A horse cleaning fairy?"

"Shut up."

You walk up the small steps carefully so they wouldn't creak, listening closely to the door as you only hear soft snoring inside.

Bless your roommate's heavy sleeping.

"Hey uh…" Erwin whispers loud enough to get your attention. "I just wanted to say that…I'm sorry, for all of this."

This is the first time you've heard him apologise to you, at least sincerely.

"Well I don't forgive you." You reply, " but I appreciate the gesture."

He's smiled this night alone more than you've seen him do for all the years you've known him.

"Thank you." He looks sincere, "sleep well."

With that, he begins walking away.

You watch him from the door.

The light mood you've just had begins to sour, a melancholic feeling taking its place.

You've asked people around this morning before having this talk with him, only a handful is even considering joining the scouts.

The only people that actually had their join requests already written and sent waiting approval, were him and Miche.

Stepping inside, you tiptoe towards your bed, your sleeping roommate none the wiser.

As you lay under the covers that night, you begin to wonder what it is you actually want.

While the occasional indulgence in comfort is refreshing, you know deep down you're already too used to the military lifestyle to go back to the civilian one, it'd be like taking a bird's wings away just as it got used to flying.

Your eyelids become too heavy as you start dozing off.

The look of pure desperation in his eyes is the last image your brain conjures.

-

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[gentrychild]

🕯️🧀🙏🧀🕯️fic finders, I pray to thee. I'm looking for an AOT fic were there's a more detailed reaction from Zeke when he sees tiny 8 year old Eren murder too men, or something vagely along those lines. Thank thee.

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[rp-mansion-offical]

🕯️ Enter If You Dare... Your Next Great Story Awaits Inside the Mansion!

Welcome to RP Mansion, a hauntingly atmospheric, 18+ roleplay community for writers who crave rich storytelling, character-driven plots, and creative freedom. Whether you’re weaving twisted fates in a cursed love story, scripting your rise to power in a war-torn galaxy, or just looking for a cozy slice-of-life with depth… your next epic tale begins here!

This is a server by writers, for writers, with unique abandoned manor aesthetic and hidden roleplay wings for every genre you can imagine.

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Whether you're craving:

�� Dark Romance / Forbidden Love / Slow Burn

🌌 Science Fiction / Cyberpunk / Dystopian Futures

🔥 Supernatural & Urban Fantasy – Vampires, werewolves, witches, gods, exorcists, demon hunters

⚔️ High Fantasy & Medieval / Kingdoms, Magic, Quests, Guilds

🎭 Modern/Realistic Drama – Crime, mafia, celebrity, college life, 

🧠 Psychological & Horror – Asylums, cults, ghosts, serial killers

🌿 Slice-of-Life & Comfort – Coffee shops, slow-living, roommates, married life

💥 Action & Adventure – Espionage, bounty hunters, rogue agents, merc squads, superheroes

🏛️ Historical & Time Travel – 1920s speakeasies, samurai eras, Victorian mystery, ancient mythologies

💔 Angst, Trauma, Healing – Character developments, redemption arcs, soft recovery stories

😈 Dark Themes (within reason) – Twisted tales, villain romances, morally grey characters

🎮 Fandom Roleplays – Marvel, Star Wars, HP, anime (JJK, BNHA, Bleach, AOT, Demon Slayer), games (Cyberpunk 2077, Resident Evil, Dragon Age, Skyrim, FFXIV, Baldur’s Gate) and much more!

Want your own world? Create it! You can build original lore, kingdoms, alien civilizations, twisted realities, and everything in between. We’ve got a room for every fantasy!

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🌈 Fully Inclusive & Queer-Friendly! We’re proudly LGBTQIA+ welcoming. There is no tolerance for hate, judgment, or exclusion. Come as you are. Play what you love. All identities, pairings, and expressions are safe and celebrated!

🌶️ 18+ & Smut-Positive! Dark romance? Monster smut? NSFW angst? Fluffy fade-to-black? It’s your call. All content must be consensual, respectful, and within legal boundaries.

🛡️ Friendly Mods, Zero Drama! Our mods are real people who love storytelling and want to keep this mansion a safe, chill space for all writers.

📝 Open to All Writers! Whether you're an RP veteran or a wide-eyed newbie, we welcome everyone. Descriptive writers, one-liners, novella-style... you do you!

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⚠️ Strictly 18+

💀 Bring your cursed OC

💘 Fall in love in the ruins

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🩸 Unleash your villain arc

📜 Or just chill and hang with us in the parlor...

🔗 Link to Join: https://rpmansion.com/

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