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hangesfavles · 4 months

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Kitties and Compromises

4.3k words. nonbinary hange x fem reader, but readers gender is only mentioned twice.

Summary: Hange really wants a cat, and you don’t. On your way to work one day, you hear a distant meowing in a sewer drain.

No warnings btw! This is sfw and just fluffy <3

a/n!: hi! i don’t usually write fanfics. this is actually my first time seriously sitting down and trying to write a fic, but i was inspired by an experience that happened to me fairly recently!! i’m not sure if i’ll write any more fanfiction, but if y’all like my writing you can send in a request, but i can’t promise it’ll be done quickly 😓 i’ll probably only write wlw, nblw, or nblnb! as for characters, i’d be interested in writing for hange, yelena (from aot), moira o’deorain, junker queen, chloe price, or hazel callahan! also ik not that many people will probably see this, but if you like hange fanfics puh LEASE check out @abbyslev on tumblr and @sweetgirl_r on ao3! bc i love their works and they’ve both indirectly inspired me so much! pls read their work its amazing <3 cross posted on tumblr and ao3, pls don’t steal my writing btw :3

What were the odds of something like this happening to you? Hange simply must’ve been manifesting this into the universe. The day started just like any other, waking up in the morning next to your spouse, Hange. You always wake up before them, reluctant to leave the warm comfort of Hange’s embrace. Even when they’re asleep they find ways to be clingy, whether that be trapping your body against their own as they cage you with their arms or simply latching onto your back and nuzzling your hair, it always makes mornings that much harder. You always admire their sleeping face before leaving your shared bed; Their peaceful expression and lack of their usual eyepatch reminds you how much they trust you. You groggily slip out of their arms, eliciting their normal whimpers and sleepy pleas for you to rejoin them. You kiss their cheek, not even bothering to respond to their words. You know they won’t remember their words or your own regardless. You get yourself dressed in your boring, formal work attire required for your office job. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you head to the bathroom first. You grab your toothbrush from the holder, smiling as you do so. The sight of Hange’s toothbrush next to your own always makes your heart flutter. Despite having lived with them for quite some time, you always fall victim to the butterflies in your stomach when you see your items mixed with their own. Simple things, like their “Best teacher” mug gifted to them by one of their students next to your plastic and faded Hello Kitty cup you’ve had since childhood, or your coat hanging on the same rack as theirs.

Your next stop is the kitchen. You always make lunch for yourself as well as Hange the night before, otherwise they’ll skip lunch entirely or on rare occasion buy fast food. It never bothers you, though. You love being able to do nice things for them. You know they appreciate it, because they send sweet ‘thank you’ messages along with a photo of them eating it every day without fail. Seeing their smile while eating the food you prepared specifically for them makes your effort completely worth it. You grab your food, placing it into your bag.

The third and final place you head towards is the living room. You grab your laptop- previously discarded- from the coffee table and place it in your bag as well. You groan softly with annoyance as you remember how Hange had distracted you last night from finishing a particularly long assignment from your boss. You had been working diligently for a few hours before Hange arrived home, demanding attention from you. You can’t even blame yourself, because how could you say no to your loving spouse’s puppy eyes? Not to mention the fact they had also enticed you by offering to watch a new movie with you until it was time to make dinner. That’s another action that never fails to make your heart beat faster in your chest. They make dinner while you prepare tomorrow’s lunch, always on the counter closest to them. You sigh as you think about the fact you’ll have a little bit of extra work to do while you leave the house and enter your car to drive to work.

Hange loves you. Everything about you, and anything that comes with you. They love your day-to-day routine, never growing bored even when doing monotonous tasks and chores. Things they had hated previously have magically become more interesting, like grocery shopping or doing laundry. But even so, something felt… missing. They were 100% sure this feeling has nothing to do with the love they have for you, or the love you have for them. They undeniably and unconditionally love you, otherwise they wouldn’t have proposed to you. They knew early on into your relationship that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you by their side. Because of this, they want to have a family with you. Neither of you had been particularly fond of the idea of having children- at least, not yet. Having a child is a lot of work, as well as an incredibly big time and financial commitment. They want a cat. They knew that they wanted a pet cat before they had even moved out of their parents’ house… However, they also knew that you were against the idea. They’ve been begging for the past few months about how badly they want to adopt one, only to be shut down by you, saying how expensive it would be to buy one, as well as the essentials for it: a collar, carrier, grooming supplies, litter box, litter, a scooper, toys, food bowls, food in general, as well as occasional vet visits. Between both of your jobs, you and Hange live comfortably. If the two of you agreed to cut back on recreational spending, they were sure buying a pet was within reason, but they knew you didn’t want to. You enjoyed being able to go on nice dates with them on occasion, to the movies, aquarium, dinner, art museums, and sometimes you even do escape rooms together. They also savor the dates you go on together, but that doesn’t stop them from asking you at least twice a week if you’ve warmed up to the idea of owning a cat. Spoiler alert, you haven’t. So imagine their surprise when they receive a video call from you in the middle of class, revealing you holding a dirty, gray kitten with one hand.

Really, what were the odds of this happening? After getting out of your car when you arrived at the office building, you hear loud, high-pitched cries coming out of a nearby sewer. Your kind heart wouldn’t and couldn’t ignore it. You follow the sound, crouching in front of the drain, that’s when you see it. The tiniest kitten you’ve ever laid eyes on, seemingly trapped at the bottom of a sewer drain. You jog as fast as your heels can take you, alerting your boss about the situation, telling him you’ll clock in as soon as you can help the poor thing. He graciously allows you to do so, a perk of being a dedicated manager. You jog back towards the drain, kneeling down to look at the kitten again. You were sure if you called the cops that they would take hours to show up, if at all. Instead, you search for the phone number of your local fire department.

Saving this goddamn cat was a long process. Who knew removing the cover of a drain would take so long? It had taken over two hours to remove the cover, and then another forty five minutes to lure the kitten close enough for the firefighter to grab. The kitten was left in your care after it was safely removed from the drain. Luckily, it was dry except for its paws. You were considering what you should do at this moment. The kitten doesn’t seem to have a collar, and you can see a few fleas crawling around on its back. You realize that you simply can’t place it on the ground to roam free once more, what if it’s hungry? What if it gets hurt or stuck again? You’re not sure you would be able to sleep at night knowing you abandoned the cat. You figure you should first and foremost take it to the vet to see if it possibly has an owner who microchipped it. Before doing so, you decide to do what any rational person would do, call Hange. You feel bad for bothering Hange when you know that they’re working, but you wanted to tell them what you’ve dealt with for the past three hours.

When Hange feels the vibration of their phone in their pocket, illuminating from your call, they know that they should answer. They hold their phone in their hand before glancing around their classroom, the eyes of their students peering at them curiously. They chuckle nervously. “...Ah, pardon me for a minute! My wife is calling me. Feel free to chatter while I’m away, just be sure to keep it down, okay?” They give the class an awkward thumbs up and a matching smile. They aren’t sure if you’ve ever called them while they were working, and they feel a pang of worry as they step out of their classroom and into the hallway to answer the call.

The look on their face was priceless. Their eye widens a little with confusion, their lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but they clearly have trouble finding the words. You speak before they do, explaining briefly how you heard the kitten crying, the amount of time it took to save the small creature, and how you plan to take it to a vet to see if it has an owner. After you’re finished speaking, Hange is quick to ask you “Can we keep it if it doesn’t have a chip? C’mon, pretty please? This opportunity is perfect! We won’t have to pay hundreds of dollars to adopt one, we just gotta cover the essentials!” They beg you, barely even stopping for breath as they plead quickly. “I don’t know, Han… Let me take it to the vet first. I’ll let you know what happens from there.”

Hange has been on the edge of their seat all day. You’ve been sending them updates, albeit slowly, considering the kitten is being tested for multiple things, like parasites, ear and eye infections, and other long term health conditions like feline leukemia. What they know so far is that the kitten is- according to the vet- probably a girl, not microchipped, and the poor thing is infested with fleas. You had mentioned to Hange that the vet said it’s a little bit early to tell if she’s really a girl, but that she currently looks like one. Hange has never been so attached to their phone at work before. They can’t help but glance at it between sentences, hoping to see their screen lit up by a message from you.

Today has been tiring, despite not even truly having gone into work. You’re stressed, nervous, and worst of all, bored. Your boredom doesn’t help your running thoughts. Instagram can only distract your brain so much when all you can think about is this kitten you’ve unwillingly bonded with. The longer you sit in the waiting room, the more you realize how worried you really are about being able to keep the kitten, despite your initial reservations about keeping a stray animal. She was just that cute. Throughout the whole car ride to the vet, she sat in your lap obediently, even curling up into a ball and purring. Not once did she cry or try to escape your lap. She had only started crying once you left her alone with the vet, and that broke your heart more than you’re willing to admit. You already feel like you have a bond with her, and it would be devastating if she happened to be sick or injured. What you’re waiting for right now is for her to use the bathroom. Number two is preferable, but they would work with number one if that’s all she could do. You silently thank yourself for stopping by a grocery store to get her some canned cat food, which she had eaten in the car on the way here. After waiting in the vet for a whopping 4 more hours, they had concluded all of the proper tests. The vet calls you back into the exam room, ready to talk about the results. Apparently, she ended up doing number 2 when she was left alone in a kennel. “Hello Mrs. Zoe!” He says with a friendly smile. “So, I’ll start with the bad news. Our little friend here has plenty of fleas, which I’m sure you saw already, and after running tests on her stool, I found that she does indeed have a parasite.” After hearing his words, you feel your nervousness festering more than ever. You nod at his words, urging him to continue. “But, there’s plenty of good news. The parasite is nothing life-threatening. She just needs to be medicated every day for a week. Other than that, she is entirely healthy. Do you plan on keeping her?” You think about your answer for a moment, but inside, you knew your mind was already made up. You had plenty of time to think about it in the waiting room, and you can’t deny the fact you’re already smitten with the small animal. You nod at him, a small smile appearing on your face as well. “Well, that’s great! You’ll have to come back tomorrow or the day after to pick up her medicine. We’ll give you a call when it’s ready to be picked up.” He flashes you another award-winning smile before leaving the room to retrieve the kitten. “Congratulations, she’s very well behaved.” He comments as he hands her back to you carefully. “Thank you, doctor. My spouse is going to be absolutely over the moon.” You giggle softly as you hold her once more and leave the office. You hold the kitten in one hand, and reach into your pocket to check the time on your phone. By now, it was almost time for Hange to get off of work. You sit in the car, the kitten once more making herself comfortable on your lap. You try not to think about her fleas as you take a moment to video call Hange once more.

Hange had just finished their last class of the day when you called. They were sitting at their desk, grading some old assignments before they officially left school. This was typical for them, because they absolutely hated dealing with the traffic caused by all of the other teachers, as well as students and school buses leaving the area at once. They see your call and immediately answer with a huge, dopey smile on their face. “Hi, love!” They exclaim, evidently excited for whatever updates you’re going to give them. When the video loads, they aren’t met with your dazzling beauty, but another small, adorable face. You can’t help but giggle as you look down at your phone, the angle making the kitten look funny. She paws the screen in front of her. “D'aww!! She’s so cuteee!” Hange squeals with excitement at the view. You giggle lightheartedly at Hange’s childish excitement. Their enthusiasm for the world around them was something that drew you in immediately about them, and it is still a trait that you adore. “Isn’t she? She’s so sweet and well behaved.” You move the phone away from the kitty, instead showing Hange your face. “Has she melted your cold heart already?” They tease with a soft chuckle. “Oh, shut up Hange!” You giggle at their joke anyways. “I’m just teasing, love. Soooo… Is she ours? Is she healthy?” They ask excitedly, but they already assume that the answer is yes, considering how happy you seem to be. “I just got done speaking with the vet, apparently she has a parasite.” You notice Hange’s lips part into an ‘o’ shape as you say this. You can also notice the concern morphing its way into their features. “But he said that after being medicated for… like… a week or so, she should be perfectly fine.” Hange’s earlier excitement makes a comeback, the worry melting off their features as they squeal a bit. “C’mon, we have to keep her!” They whine and plead. “You love her already, it’s obvious. Stop avoiding the question.” A pout forms on Hange’s lips as they try to convince you for the umpteenth time to have a pet. You sigh softly at their cute expression, giggling breathily at their antics. “I do love her. And you’re right, this is a perfect chance for us to have a pet since we didn’t have to buy her. I guess love is about compromise, or whatever… And since I know how much you’ve always wanted a cat, we can keep her.”

Hange had rushed home in record speed. It’s shocking that they got home in one piece without any tickets or crashes. You were right in the assumption that they would be over the moon about this perfect coincidence, Hange wanted to meet her more than anything. You have been home for a bit by the time Hange arrives at your shared home. They practically launch through the door, before realizing their excitement might startle the kitten. When you hear the door opening, you greet them at the door with your arms open wide. They quickly rush into your embrace, lifting you up and enthusiastically shaking you around. They place a chaste kiss on your lips before putting you on the floor once more. “Not that I’m not excited to see you, but where is she?” They ask with childlike excitement. They’re practically bouncing off the walls. As if on cue, a high pitched cry emits from the bathroom. “I have her in the bathroom right now and I put a blanket in there with her. We’re-” Your sentence is cut off by Hange making their way to the bathroom, carefully opening the door. You smile at their excitement, following after them. “Make sure she doesn’t get out. We’re gonna need to give her a flea bath before she can leave the bathroom.” Hange mumbles out a ‘mhm’ before kneeling beside the bathtub. The kitten is looking up at them with big doe eyes. Hange is doing all they can not to squeal and shout from how utterly adorable she is. You decide to take a seat on top of the closed toilet, simply content to see your partner so lively. Hange carefully outstretches their hand to the animal, who seems to back away the tiniest bit. “Heeeeyyyyyyy baby…” They whisper quietly. “Pspspsp…” The kitten sniffs Hange’s finger skeptically, but doesn’t react otherwise. They take this as a sign that it’s okay to pet her. Two of their lithe fingers scratch at the top of the kitten's head, much to her content. Hange mumbles sweet, hushed words to the animal that you can’t really hear. The world around you seems to grow blurry, as you tune out everything else that isn’t your partner and your newfound pet. There wasn’t anything else worth caring about at the moment. The tenderness Hange displays, a stark contrast from their typical erraticism, has your heart thumping in your chest. Hange has always been equally caring as they are observant. While Hange will probably always be excitable, they’re very aware of other’s emotions. They know when someone is overwhelmed or tired, or maybe shy and nervous, meaning they always know when they should turn it down a notch. Quiet moments with them were always your favorite moments. Moments where you two could simply be, without the need for conversation or action. Moments like this morning, where you can stare at their tired face without any ounce of uncomfort. Hange scoops up the kitten into their arms, holding her near their chest, seemingly unbothered by the fleas littering her body. They look up at you, smiling with their teeth and giggling. Their eyes are squinted shut by how much they’re smiling. Even as you’re lost in thought, not fully aware, you smile back at them unconsciously because it’s second nature. You snap out of your trance when you see a flea jump off of her body. “Yuck.” You say, squishing the bug with your shoe and picking it up with a piece of toilet paper. “I picked up some flea shampoo when I went to get her something to eat.” You say, holding up a purple bottle. “She won’t like this, but put her in the sink.”

The two of you have spent the better part of an hour picking the rest of the bugs out of the kitten's fur. The flea bath helped substantially, but there were still some that crawled around. Neither of you have spotted bugs for a few minutes, so you retire from your task, wrapping the small animal in a towel as Hange holds her, trying to transfer their own warmth to her. “She’s such a sweetie.” They coo softly, bouncing the kitty as if she’s a small child. “We should feed her soon. Did you get anything else from the pet store?” They ask, tilting their head at you as they ask. “No, she got really antsy when she was alone for too long, so I tried to run in and out as fast as possible. We’re gonna have to go back.” “Oh, but we can’t leave her to go out, what if she thinks we abandoned her!?” They ask you with puppy eyes. “We can’t take her out, she could still have fleas. I can ask someone to watch her while we go out.” You say, pulling out your phone to text one of your and Hange’s shared friends.

Levi and Erwin step into your home, the former appearing to be intensely displeased. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this on a weekday.” Levi grumbles, while Erwin smiles politely at you and Hange. “He’s being dramatic, it’s no trouble. You two will only be gone for an hour before we head home again.” Erwin chuckles, walking to the living room, where the now dried kitten sits on the couch. She runs and hides at the sight of so many people. “Thank you guys for doing this, I know it’s last minute.” You chuckle nervously at Levi’s obvious irritation. “We didn’t exactly have the luxury to give you notice, Shorty.” Hange teases, grinning as Levi rolls his eyes. “Whatever, three eyes. Get going so we can get home already.” Hange pouts, not only from the nickname, but also at the fact they’re being rushed out of their own home. You try not to burst out laughing at the nickname. “Three eyes is diabolical.” You choke out, opting to take their hand and head out, hopefully so Hange doesn’t feel embarrassed. “We’ll be back soon, thank you again!” You wave, before hopping in the car with a pouting Hange to get supplies for your currently unnamed pet.

Who knew shopping with Hange would take so long? You knew, actually. You were vaguely aware of the fact that Hange’s erraticism isn’t the best trait when trying to go shopping quickly. You’ve only been shopping with them a few times, and after an hour of bouncing around the store, it becomes a little bit tiring. This doesn’t even account for the many different random items they tend to pick up and insist they need. A similar thing happens when you attempt to shop for your cat. You asked Hange to find a decently sized litter box, and they come back to beg you for toys they think look funny, a bed shaped like a ramen cup, a hat for the kitten, and a matching onesie for her. You have to refrain from twitching your eye as they entirely forgot to get the litter box you tasked them to find. You end up putting the toys, bed, and hat in the basket, since you planned on buying her these things anyway. “Han... My beloved... You forgot the litter box.” You watch as they chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of their neck. “Right... Be right back.” They turn away, determined to get the litter box, (and only the litter box,) while you decide between two bundles of kitten food.

Hange finds you once more, looping their arms around your waist. You’re momentarily shocked, but you quickly recognize the scent of them surrounding you. They place their head on your shoulder, proud of the fact they managed not to pick up anything except the litter box. They poke your cheek, giving you a grin. When you turn your head towards them, they tap their finger against their cheek, silently asking to be rewarded for completing the task you gave them. You roll your eyes playfully and give them a soft peck.

You return home after an hour and a half, being slightly delayed by Hange’s typical short and ever-changing attention span. Erwin helps you and Hange bring in the bags of cat necessities. You and Hange tiredly plop down on your couch once you’ve finished, feeling tired from all the events of the day. Levi sighs from beside you. You and Hange look at him, seeing the cat curled up and sleeping on his lap. “This damn cat wouldn't leave me alone. Always craving attention, like it can't survive without constant petting. Needy little furball.” He grumbles. Despite his attitude, he still allows her to sleep in his lap, which you and Hange are both grateful for. He carefully picks her up, shifting her into Hange’s lap instead. They both try their best to ensure she isn’t disturbed by the transfer. You stand up as Levi does, seeing the couple out. “Thank you both again for doing this. We’ll see you guys on Sunday for dinner. It’s our turn to cook this week!” You giggle. Erwin pats your shoulder in a dad-like fashion. “Don’t mention it. Levi was loving the attention she gave him. See you Sunday.” He smiles. To this, Levi rolls his eyes, elbowing his lover lightly as you see them out.

Once again, you plop on the couch beside your own lover. They look at you with worry. “What are we going to do with her? She’s gonna be so scared if we leave her at home, all alone...” You raise your eyebrow, wondering where this conversation is leading. “I’m sure she’ll get used to it. It’s impossible for us to have someone watch her every day while we’re at work.” In response to your words, they cover the kitten's ears. “You’re evil! How could you talk about our daughter that way?” They pout, giving you puppy eyes. You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at their joke. “You know...” They start. You look at them tiredly, knowing you probably won't like whatever comes next. “We could always get another to keep her company.”

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spliffymae · 1 year

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shoulda, coulda, woulda, j. kirstein

synopsis: jean loved his job, he loved being a teacher. there was just something about his eighth grade class that brought him so much joy, he loved everything about his job, even then annoying, tedious tasks. he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. especially when one of his students’ mom is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

⚠️ afab!reader, cheating, swearing, smut, cocky!jean, teacher!jean, jean gets possessive, reader is in a loveless relationship.

kio’s notes - if y’all only knew the struggle i been going through to get this fic back🤦🏽‍♀️ anyways— i have this hc of the aot characters in like a school setting, and this is what i came up with for jean’s. also please don’t take any of this seriously, i’m writing this for shits and giggles bc i really do believe jean would have the audacity. MINORS DNI !!! 18+

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ok so how i picture jean as a teacher is the type of teacher that at first glance, is expected to be a strict and cold teacher. one that didn’t really goof around with his class and focused on the rules. he was stern at times, yeah, but if you sat in on a lesson with jean, you would see it’s actually the exact opposite.

for one, he was pretty chill. his students were comfortable to talk to him about anything that was bothering them. he even spoke to them about things that would happen to him, and even try to turn it into a life lesson.

“so this man cut me off today while driving here to see y’all. now i wanna know, do i let that little thing make me upset for the rest of the day, or do i take a breath, shake it off and make the best of a good mornin’?”

((( sidenote: i also imagine him having a bit of a southern accent? nothing crazy but like a like twang y’know? country boy turned teacher typa vibe.)))

another thing he would do is block out a time of the day—fifteen to twenty minutes (usually at the end of the day or during free period) to talk to his students about what’s currently going on, whether it be in their lives or in the world. he wasn’t on social media like that, so aside from world news, he was in the dark, especially about pop culture.

“mr. k! are you team selena or hailey?” one of his students asked, getting jean to furrow his brows.

“selena as in gomez? who’s hailey? and why are they beefing?” and for the next fifteen minutes, jean watches as a number of his students go up to the white board and draw him a diagram, explains the celebrity web of drama.

jean was also a fitness enthusiast. he loved to exercise and get his body moving. he also encouraged it in his class, even incorporating it into his history lessons. he would set up a circuit of educational exercises, where his students would not only learn new things, but even get a little bit of some cardio in. for example, at the end of each week for black history month, jean would have ahis class split into teams and take the photos of black icons from one side of the class, and run to the other side to stick them by a description.

jean even loved the annoying aspects of teaching elementary, like yard duty. he would normally be with the primary grades due to his ability to keep up with their energy, but when he would be with the juniors and intermediates he loved when they’d ask him to play a game.

“mr. k! we need one more for five on five!” one of his students would yell, and jean would jog over and join the team.

and if he was on duty with his friends? oh best believe they’re joining.

“serayah, honey,” jean waved over a sixth grader from his friend, mikasa’s class. “tell ms. ackerman that mr. k wants her to sub in for him.”

but what jean loved more than anything about his job was parent-teacher meetings. why? because he would get to see one of his favorite students, and his favorite parent. you and your son dante.

dante was one of jean’s most athletic students. he was on the school’s basketball and track team, as well as playing for a rep league outside of school. he took a liking to jean rather quickly, babbling on to you about how cool his teacher was.

when it came time to finally meet him at the school’s welcome back barbecue, you were shocked, for lack of better words. jean had to be the most handsome teacher you ever laid eyes on. he was muscular, lean, standing at six feet and two inches. he wore a dark denim jacket with a plain black tee shirt underneath, black cargo pants and a pair of black and yellow jordan retro 12s. he had a single silver chain and two small, silver hoop earrings. he smiled with a natural smirk, his eyes crinkling and creating a look you couldn’t help but fawn over. his freckled cheeks reddening with every compliment he got from parents passing by.

when his eyes landed on you, it seemed as though time stood still. you were mesmerizing to him. dressed in some jeans and a striped dress shirt, accessorized with dior slides and a black handbag. your hair was tied into a puff, small, coils accent pieces pulled out randomly for a ‘lazy effect’.

when you and dante walked up to him, he had a big, warm smile on his face. “mr. kirstein, correct?” ypu extended your hand, to which jean accepted. it was a soft, and now that you were closer to him he smelt the subtle hint of lilac waft off you. you gave him a bright smile, glossed lips pulled back to reveal bright whites that along with cheery eyes, had him swooning.

for the first five minutes of seeing you, jean was elated. but when his eyes glanced down to look at your interlocked hands, and he saw that silver wedding band glimmer in the light on your left ring finger, he felt a dark cloud over his head.

“it’s uh, pleasure to meet you mrs. smith.” jean cleared his throat and smiled, swallowing back the slight disappointment.

you shook your head, “please, call me (y/n), and the pleasure is mine. dante speaks so highly of you. i had to come see the magic for myself.” you laughed, the compliment getting him to look down as he felt his cheeks burn.

“well, dante is a good kid. love hearing his takes when we do history, and his heavy opinion on math.” jean looked over to dante with a teasing smirk, one that the young man rolled his eyes playfully at.

“there’s no reasons why paul needs 40 watermelons, mr. k! we’re going through inflation right now, he bein’ selfish!” your son exclaimed, his comment getting both you and jean to laugh.

before you could dive in further and ask questions regarding the class’ curriculum, a hand on your lower back interrupted you. “there ya are, was looking all over this dump for you.” your husband, erwin, kissed the side of your head as he stood next to you. he was dressed in a black suit, with a long brown coat over him. he must’ve come from work.

“oh you showed up, funny.” you said, trying to keep a playful tone as to not indicate to jean there was a problem. unbeknownst to you though, jean was more of a body language analyzer than tone, so although you sounded somewhat happy at your husbands appearance, he could tell by how you stiffened at his touch that you weren’t feeling it.

“don’t be like that.” erwin spoke to you in a quick, hushed tone before looking to his son, whose mood also seemed to drop at his dads presence. “dante, how’s it going?”

“good, dad. this is my teacher, mr.kirstein.” dante pointed to jean, who was still not over how your cheery mood seemed to evaporate the second your husband walked in.

the blond man turned to jean, eyes flicking up and down him before a smirk found its way on his lips, “this the one you don’t shut up about, huh? i’m erwin smith, attorney at maria rose law firm.” he extended his hand to jean and of course, he shook it with a smile, despite cursing the man internally.

it was at that barbecue jean learned the dynamic of your marriage, and got to see it play out over the course of the year. erwin, as best as he seemed to try, was very disconnected with dante. he had not a clue what the boy liked to do or how he was doing in school. jean gathered this from the way erwin would go on his phone when he would talk about dante’s in-class progress or how he would come with you to dante’s games and meets, but never really cheer for the boy. not like how jean would.

he would either be looking down at his phone for most of the game, or watch with the most uninterested look on his face. and when jean brought it to your attention, you would always shrug it off.

“he’s just not a big basketball fan, s’all.” you would reassure jean, but he could tell from the way you bit down on your bottom lip and eyebrows softened after speaking that you didn’t even buy into your own excuse.

but it was okay. erwin’s silent spectating made jean’s cheers all the more louder. you and him acting a fool on the bleachers whenever dante made a good play. so much so that dante stopped informing his dad and started telling jean about his upcoming games—even asking him to help him practice on a dunk at lunch recess. there was even one occasion you had to swing jean a text, asking him if he drive dante to practice because erwin got held up at work (even though he told you he’d take him).

but yeah. jean loved teaching. because through his job he met you and the two of you had grown incredibly close, bordering on good friends. it wasn’t the most ethical thing in the world, befriending a students mom, but jean knew coworkers who have done worse so he wasn’t phased.

you had noticed how much better dante’s energy had gotten since jean’s arrival. he looked forward to not only games but school now, and was even warming up more to his teammates and classmates. before he was very reserved, only speaking when spoken to. but jean brought something out of him. when he came, he would go stand by the players and help the teams coach. sometimes he’d even takeover. he would dub dante team leader, encouraging him to speak up more. after the first time jean coached the team, dante begged him to be his mentor.

“pleaseee mr. k! you really the only solid guy i got to look up to. you like what i like and you can ball. c’mon do it as a form of reparations! ” dante begged him one day after school, ambushing jean while he was trying to pack up his things and head home.

jean wanted to agree instantly, but knew he needed to speak to you about it. he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, not with you or dante—especially you, seeing as how you were a married woman. he brought it up to you the next time he saw you, at dante’s next game, while you two sat on the bleachers as dante’s team warmed up.

“d said he wants me to be his mentor. wanted to ask you if it’s okay to accept. i wouldn’t wanna step on his father’s toes or anything of the sort.. he also told me to do it for reparations?”

on the outside, jean was expressing consideration and empathy. but on the inside, he was country steppin’ on erwin’s toes, letting an evil laugh out in his head at the thought of taking erwin’s place. not just in dante’s life, but yours too.

you let out a loud cackle at the last part, “no he didn’t! oh my gosh, i’m so sorry bout his blunt ass. but i doubt erwin would look up from his phone long enough to care, jean. it’s cool with me if you want to accept. d’s changed a lot since you’ve been around, it’s been nice to see.”

you were in awe at your son’s transformation, to say the least. it was the spring of the second term, and dante had improved so much in the last couple months. his writing, confidence, and athletic ability had improved, but so had his mindset. he never took school seriously, or even cared about his marks. erwin told you it was just his teenage phase and to let him be, but you couldn’t. and thankfully for you, jean couldn’t either. he was more hands on than erwin, who was too focused on clients to worry about you two.

but oh, erwin should’ve worried.

he should’ve started to worry when you started coming home later. you used to be home by seven to make dinner for him when he would come home, tired from judges and verdicts. but now you’d be home at nine or nine thirty, you and dante well-fed while erwin munches on dinner he bought or leftovers he threw together once he realized you weren’t coming home in time.

he should’ve been curious when you were getting calls from jean outside of the appropriate hours. erwin would catch you on the phone at ten at night or sometimes even midnight. he would question you, but you would say it was either an “urgent dante matter” or that you were on the phone with one of your girlfriends and urge him to leave you alone.

but what really should have raised your husband’s suspicions was when you would go out with jean without dante. if only he didn’t shrug off dante when he said you finished work and went with jean to meet up with other members of the team’s parents. if only he wondered why the parents would be getting together at nine o’clock on a wednesday night.

if he had, maybe you wouldn’t have been at a bar late at night, confiding in jean about your marriage as you throw your legs over his lap, pink crocs practically neon in the light.

if erwin had worried, you and jean wouldn’t be tipsy and dancing together, with him holding you close as you swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music, grinding against his hardening dick with his thumb in the loop of your jeans as he tapped the beat of the music against your hip.

if erwin had called you like he thought to, he would’ve pulled your attention from jean, who was whispering sweet words into your ear, going on about how beautiful you are, and how he’s been dying to take care of you. his hand held your own, his warmth making your body melt.

maybe if erwin had worried about the amount of time you were spending with jean, he could’ve prevented that night. and stopped you from beginning what would be the end of your sanctified marriage.

maybe you wouldn’t be a where you were right now, how many days later, lying on your side with jean behind you, laying waste to your plump lips with kisses and nips. he held you close to him, chest pressed against your back and arms around you. he was grinding himself against you, his tip hitting your clit.

“jean,” you whined, a breathless sigh leaving your lips after. he had already fucked you to five orgasms throughout the day—since eight in the morning, the time you arrived at his house (you had lied and said you were going to work). but he was looking to make it six—his lucky number. honestly, your body really shouldn’t endure anymore of jean, but he was fucking you too good for you to focus on soreness and/or tell him to stop.

he tapped his dick against your clit, the puffy nub tingling from the sensation. “fuck, baby put it in.” you whined. your hand slid down to try and push his head down to go in between your folds. “please, m’so ready.” you sniffled, feeling the familiar sting of tears in your eyes.

“my baby so needy, hm? what’s wrong? that shitty husband of yours ain’t fuckin’ right?” jean spoke next to your ear, his breath fanning over your cheek. he continued to glide himself up and down your folds, collecting your slick as lube and ignoring your whining and begging.

“not like you, jean—shit!” you were struggling to pull yourself together. you were overstimulated, you were exhausted, but your body craved him. it had been so long since you were worshipped like this, since your heart had felt so full from jean’s endearing words. not to mention phat ma was loving the attention.

jean chuckled, “you damn right, sweetheart. this right here is mine, understand? don’t wanna see no other man touching you, speaking to you—looking at you, even! i’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em.” he snarled.

he didn’t wait for a response from you. he just slowly pushed himself inside, listening to the breath that hitched in your throat. that really was all the response he needed. “jean…” you grabbed onto the sheets to release any form of tension. despite being full of jean all day, you were still not use to his motion. his size was one thing; he was tall with a curve at the head. he he was more on the thicker side, with light brown hairs trimmed neatly around his area. he was about the same size as erwin, but it was his strokes that hit you differently. they were far more powerful than your husbands. they were more determined, focused—not just on his own orgasm but yours as well.

jean smirked, “not like me, yeah. that asshole can’t begin to reach the places i can! m’gonna fuck some sense into you to leave that blond fuck.” he pressed his free hand against your stomach, squeezing on your waist. “gonna give my pretty girl the family she always wanted. me, you, d, and one of our own. how’s that’s sound, sweetheart?” jean kissed the back of your ear with his promise.

you were dying! here this man was, fucking you into an oblivion, loving your body in a way your husband hasn’t in so long. how were you supposed to say no? he was promising you what erwin no longer gave you, what he forgot he did on your wedding day.

it was wrong for you to be here with him. you were breaking every possible vow and eternal promise you made to erwin on the day of your wedding. but in the moment, you didn’t care. jean was fucking you too good to feel guilty for your infidelity. his dick was hitting a spot you had forgotten existed, wiping your memory of erwin and the past nights of passion you two shared.

“think of our baby, mama. how beautiful they’ll look with your eyes, your smile, your fuckin’ kindness—” jean was lolling at the thought. the idea of getting you swollen with his baby. pregnant you would be dependent on him for sure, needing him to ease your sore body or help you with your hormonal mood swings. he would be your go-to. he could see the future you two could have, it was right there. and by god was he going to attain it one way or another.

“please, make me a mommy, jean please. wanna be your kids’ mommy.” you begged him, and he could’ve cum alone at that. you looked back at him, lips poked out in a pout and eyes glossed over. there wasn’t a thought behind them, nothing in that pretty little head of yours except how he was making you feel.

yeahhhh, erwin should have been worried. when he saw you enter your shared bedroom at nearly midnight, walking straight to the bathroom with what appeared to be a faint limp, he shouldve gotten up to ask you what happened….but he couldn’t bring himself to.

he should’ve pushed jean for answers when he ran into him one day at home depot, and after threatening him over your guys’ overly friendly relationship, listened to jean respond with:

“you know what i tell my students about letters, mr. smith?…that sometimes they can be silent. like the word ‘rhythm’ for example—the first ‘h’ is silent. and i’m gonna tell you that the word ‘your’ has a silent y.”

erwin blinked, “what?”

jean nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face, “yup. at least in your case it does. so your wife, is our wife. that body you don’t value” jean rolled his neck in irritation, “is ultimately hers, but for the sake of this argument, is ours—well more so mine since i heard your ass isn’t hittin’ spots i can. so keep that in mind the next time you think about steppin’ to me, alright? you have a good night now, mr. smith.” he flashed erwin a wink before turning away, leaving the man stunned in the middle of the store.

perhaps it was now too late for erwin to worry.

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Pairing: Erwin Smith x F!Reader (Modern AU) Word Count: 5.4K Warnings: anxiety, swearing, alcohol, work stress, secret relationship, teacher-student relationship, age difference, explicit sexual content, nudity, fingering, desk sex, a little possessiveness, size difference, talk of marriage and having kids, drunk Nile, mention of a sex dungeon, lots of romance, marriage, pregnancy/children A/N: This is my Secret Santa gift for the lovely @lady-lauren. 😊❤️ Merry Christmas, Lauren! (Also: To anyone else reading this, IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!)

FIRST CHRISTMAS

You really should have known things wouldn’t go according to plan when your plane nearly slid off the icy runway. But you were trying to be optimistic.

And you are in desperate need of a vacation.

Even now, as you stand at the edge of a group of fellow travelers, waiting to find out if your flight is just delayed or outright canceled, your phone keeps buzzing in your bag.

You know you turned off Teams notifications. But apparently, your office group chat — or at least part of it — has migrated to a group text.

With a sigh, you glance down at your lock screen, a familiar anxiety settling in the pit of your stomach. You feel guilty enough as it is, taking a week off to escape what already feels like an endless winter. But it felt like it was meant to be when you spotted an all-inclusive vacation deal at a Hawaiian resort.

The last thing you need, on top of a very untimely blizzard, is workplace drama and news that your boss has fired his third secretary in as many months.

As you swipe the notifications away, an airline employee confirms the news you’ve been dreading: Your connecting flight is canceled, and the soonest you can fly out is tomorrow morning — Christmas Day.

Nearly twelve hours from now.

And that’s only if the weather decides to cooperate.

Fucking fuck.

Luckily, it’s still early enough that all the shops and restaurants are still open. You leave a group of agitated businessmen to gripe over the situation and make a beeline for the nearest place with half-decent drinks.

To be honest, an airport Applebee’s usually isn’t your first choice. But as they say, desperate times…

It’s only once you’re seated at the bar, waiting for a “Tipsy Reindeer” with what you hope is a generous pour of vodka, that you notice the man seated to your right, with one empty stool between you.

He’s looking up at the flatscreen mounted on the wall, his lips pressed into a thin line as he watches the massive winter storm move across the weather radar. His phone is out, open to what looks like a text conversation. There’s a suitcase near his feet, along with a leather briefcase.

When he takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath, he notices you.

Caught staring, you consider looking away and pretending nothing happened. The last thing you need is banal conversation shared over six-dollar “Sleigh Bell Sips.”

But something keeps you from doing that. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s clearly a kindred spirit, another traveler stranded here because of the snow. Maybe it’s the printed copy of the Georgetown Law Journal resting underneath his phone.

Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s ridiculously handsome.

It’s even worse when he smiles at you, his blue eyes crinkling a bit at the corners. With his glasses now slipping down his aquiline nose just a little, paired with the knit sweater he’s wearing under his wool coat, he’s like a blond version of Clark Kent crossed with a J. Crew model. And maybe a smidge of Old Hollywood movie star.

“I was going to ask if you’re stuck here, too,” he says, his voice deep and warm. “But I think it’s safe to assume everyone is.”

You huff out a laugh and thank the bartender as he hands you your oversized drink. “Guess it’ll be a white Christmas after all.”

His smile widens a little. “Are you heading home, to see family?”

“Nope.” You take a large sip of your cocktail, and yes, there’s the vodka. “I’m being terrible and skipping out on the festivities this year. Mostly because it’s the only time I could take off work without my boss losing his shit.”

“Sounds like my workplace,” he quips, lifting a glass of what looks like scotch on the rocks. “Here’s to escaping for a little while. Or at least trying to.”

Your glass is comically large compared to his, but you lift it anyway. Another sip, and you twirl your straw around, thinking you spot a Santa gummy floating somewhere near the bottom.

“Do you work in law?”

When he looks surprised by your question, you nod towards the journal now pinned under his elbow.

“Oh! Yes. I’m a professor at Georgetown Law.”

You visibly perk up. You’ve always been interested in law, to the point where you were, for a time, thinking about going to law school. But you have what often feels like an incurable case of imposter syndrome, so you have yet to do much research, let alone take the LSAT.

“What kind of work do you do?”

His question only reminds you of the unread texts still piling up in your inbox, and you sigh, hard enough to elicit a look of concern from the man.

“Sorry. It’s a marketing job.” You take a larger gulp of your drink and explain, “I don’t mind the work, but I know it’s not something I want to do forever. And honestly? All the drama is exhausting.”

Now he looks intrigued, turning to face you as he rests his chin on his hand. “Would it help to talk about it?”

You laugh. “You’re already stuck overnight in an airport, and you want a stranger to bore you to death?”

He grins. “I somehow doubt you’ll accomplish that.”

“We’ll see.”

Between what you suspect truly was an extra shot of vodka and the fact that you haven’t eaten in hours, you’re already feeling more relaxed.

Or maybe it’s just him.

Pushing that thought away, because nope, you are not allowing yourself to crush on a total stranger in the middle of an airport Applebee’s, you fix him with a considering stare.

“At least tell me what name I should have them put on your headstone when I succeed.”

Your dark humor seems to delight him as he extends a large hand for you to shake. “Erwin Smith.”

By the time you’ve regaled him with the most memorable pieces of workplace hot gossip — including your boss’s suspected affairs, a manager’s very inappropriate purchases billed to the company card while attending a conference, and several coworkers’ attempts to commit fraud — you’ve both finished your drinks, along with a shared plate of nachos.

“I don’t know how you deal with it all,” Erwin says, rolling his suitcase beside him as the two of you step out into the terminal. He’s tucked his reading glasses into the pocket of his coat, which is now draped over his arm.

You wonder if his sweater is as soft as it looks, admiring the way it fits across his broad shoulders. It’s blue, like his eyes — but no, a different shade entirely, like the ocean at dusk.

Too much vodka. Focus.

“Yeah, it’s, uh… interesting. Wine helps, though.”

Erwin laughs. “I can imagine.”

“On top of all the work I do — which is probably too much, since we’re understaffed — it’s stupidly tiring. Not physically, of course, but mentally, emotionally…”

As the two of you walk past a Sunglass Hut, a Brookstone, and then, of all things, a Spanx boutique, he considers what you’ve said.

“Have you thought about quitting?”

“Only every day.” You try to say it jokingly, but it comes out flat and deadpan. “I just don’t know what else I would do. And, you know, having money is nice…”

You’ve debated disclosing your true ambitions, your growing desire to go to law school and pursue a career in that field. Initially, you didn’t want him to think you were only talking to him because of that.

But after a few hours spent together, you get the sense that, if anything, he’ll be curious to hear more. He’s an information sponge, soaking up every detail you’ve given him, no matter how mundane or salacious.

“I’ve been thinking about going to law school.”

He stops walking, his briefcase swinging at his side. “Really?” There’s a pleased smile on his face. “I think that’s an excellent idea — but I’ll admit, I’m biased.”

“Did you always know that was what you wanted to do?”

“No.” He glances away, watching a couple exiting the travel convenience store with neck pillows and blankets, no doubt preparing for a night of restless sleep.

“I was an English major in college.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m surprised, but also… not really.”

He chuckles. “At one point, I could recite a good number of Shakespeare’s sonnets from memory. I wanted to reach high school language arts.”

“What changed your mind?”

The two of you continue walking, exiting one concourse and heading for another. “My father started having some health issues, so I took some time off after my junior year, to be there for him, take him to appointments…”

His expression is unreadable. “It gave me a lot of time to think. Mostly about how we were going to pay off his medical debt.” He looks at you, explaining, “He’s a teacher, too — well, he was. He’s retired now.”

You nod, listening carefully, even as you pass a Starbucks whose cheerful Christmas music is blaring at full volume.

“Two of my friends were going into law, so I decided to give it a go. And I ended up working at their firm for a while before taking the job at Georgetown.”

“It seems that you liked it well enough to keep going.”

It��s his turn to nod. “I paid off my father’s debt, but I also fell in love with law. It’s fascinating. And as someone always looking for a challenge, it never fails on that front, even as a professor.”

A comfortable silence stretches between you for a few moments before you tell him, “I’m really happy for you. That’s the dream, right? To find your life’s purpose?”

He hums a little, tilting his head as he thinks. “I wouldn’t say it’s my purpose. It’s something I enjoy, but at the end of the day, it’s still work. It’s part of who I am, but not all of me.”

Looking somewhat abashed, he asks, “Does that make sense? I suppose… after watching my father give up so many years to his work — even give up his marriage — I’m more interested in making the time I have count. There’s so much more to life, isn’t there?”

In that moment, perhaps because of his earnestness, or the way he unknowingly speaks directly to some of your deepest worries and insecurities, you realize there’s no use in trying to avoid falling for him.

It’s too late. It’s already happened.

SECOND CHRISTMAS

“You do realize it’s Christmas Eve, right?”

Erwin blinks, looking up from his laptop for what feels like the first time in hours. In fact, it probably is. The coffee he brewed late in the afternoon has gone cold in his mug, as if the stiffness in his neck weren’t telling enough.

You’re standing in the doorway, wearing one of his Georgetown sweatshirts. It’s so large on you, the sleeves hide your hands, and he can’t tell what you’re wearing underneath it, if anything.

What a tantalizing thought…

With a sigh, he leans back in his chair and takes off his glasses, setting them on his desk. “I’m sorry. It’s this damn presentation.”

You saunter into the room, a disappointed little huff escaping you. “It can wait. You’re on break. We both are.” Slowly, you reach across his desk and push his laptop closed. “So take a break.”

He can’t deny that you make a good point. You’ve been done with classes since early December, but exams had consumed weeks of both your lives and made it difficult to see one another. Now that grades have been submitted and the holidays are here, his focus should be on making up that time you were forced to spend apart.

It’s a precarious balancing act, dating a first-year law student. Upon your acceptance to Georgetown, the two of you agreed to certain rules that helped to make things easier. You wouldn’t take any of his classes. He would only give you as much help as he would any other student coming to his office hours. He would show you no favoritism, nor pull any strings to make things easier for you.

And, most importantly, neither of you would tell anyone about your relationship.

That last rule had been inadvertently broken when Miche and Nile decided to stop by his apartment unannounced one evening — and proceeded to use a spare key to come in when he didn’t answer the door.

“We needed to make sure you weren’t dead,” Miche had explained while Erwin frantically pulled on a pair of pants and you hid under the covers, mortified.

“Yeah, you could’ve slipped in the shower,” Nile chimed in, smirking. “Or thrown out your old man back.”

“We’re the same age,” Erwin snapped.

“She’s most definitely not.” Miche was very clearly amused, wiggling his fingers in a wave when you poked your head out to glare at him.

Needless to say, it wasn’t an ideal way for you to meet his closest and oldest friends. But since then, they’ve made an effort to atone for their behavior. It’s not unusual for the four of you to have dinner together, often joined by their wives, Nanaba and Marie.

Other than that small, trusted group, no one knows that Professor Erwin is smitten with a student. And oh, how smitten he is…

He knew he was in trouble from the moment you met, both miserably spending your Christmas Eve stuck at the airport. You struck him as intelligent, funny, and tremendously kind, and if anything, his admiration of you has only grown over the past year.

When you decided to apply to several law schools, he had privately hoped you would choose Georgetown. And when you received your acceptance letter, he opened a bottle of champagne and cooked dinner for you both before congratulating you in ways that involved far less clothing.

He is, put simply, enamored. Your mind fascinates him, your wit and determination impress him, and your body —

“Erwin? Are you even listening?”

He startles when your hand waves back and forth in front of his face, and when you give an exasperated sigh, he smiles. “I’m getting distracted in my old age,” he dryly jokes, which makes you crack a smile.

“You’re ridiculous…” Throwing one bare leg over him, you settle yourself on his lap, and his hands instinctively move to rest on your hips.

“You’re forty, not eighty.”

“Some days, I’m not so sure.”

“Oh, please.” But you’re smiling at him as you run your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead.

He makes a small, pleasurable sound, leaning into your touch. Although he typically uses pomade on the days he teaches, he tends to forgo it otherwise. He can’t deny that this is one of the reasons why.

“If you really were an old man,” you muse, your voice light and playful, “you wouldn’t be getting hard so fast, just from me sitting in your lap...”

When you sink down a little lower, the outline of his cock pressing against you through his thin, cotton pajama pants, he groans. “I can’t help it. You’re not wearing anything under this, are you?”

He grasps the sweatshirt and tugs on it, just enough to reveal a little more of your bare thighs. You smile sweetly in response and simply tell him, “I thought I might have to persuade you to stop working.”

“Consider me very persuaded,” he murmurs, hooking his thumbs under the hem and pulling it nearly to your waist. Fuck, he was right. You’re wearing nothing at all. And he can see that you’re already wet.

“Have you been thinking about this for a while? Seducing me in my office?” His voice is lower now, his focus entirely on you as one hand slowly slips between your legs.

You open your mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a strangled gasp as he touches you, his thumb just barely brushing against your clit before he begins to slide two fingers inside you.

“I didn’t catch that,” he says, enjoying the way you brace your hands on his shoulders as he pushes in deeper and deeper. “Tell me, sweetheart… Have you been aching at the thought of me fucking you in my office?”

“Yes,” you finally answer, the word more of a breathless sigh than anything else. And it only makes him harder, the way you roll your hips forward, desperate for him in a way that’s utterly intoxicating.

He fingers you until you’re begging for his cock, your skin hot to the touch, your eyes hazy with desire as you clumsily strip off your borrowed sweatshirt.

While you fumble with the waistband of his pants, tugging it down far enough to reach into his boxers, he lowers his head and mouths at your breast, one hand pressed flat against your back as his tongue teases against your nipple.

He realizes it, not for the first time, when he has you sprawled across his desk, your legs pushed up as he fucks you deep and hard, his soft grunts overlapping with your lovely moans. It’s when you look at him, your hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, your back arching as you near your release.

You’re so beautiful like this, in every way, always. And he loves you.

He loves you so much, it feels overwhelming, in a way that’s both exhilarating and frightening.

He wants to possess you. Consume you. Worship you. Protect you. He wants to tell everyone you’re his, but also no one at all, because how could anyone else possibly understand?

As he rubs your clit in tight, little circles, kissing you, swallowing every needy whine and gasp of his name, he knows he’ll never want anyone else. It’s only been a year since you first met, but it doesn’t matter.

He loves you. And he’ll happily spend the rest of his life proving it.

THIRD CHRISTMAS

Although this is, first and foremost, Nile and Marie’s Christmas party, Erwin seems determined to strongarm the guests into celebrating your recent graduation. You quickly lose count of how many people congratulate you, and the seemingly endless refills of sparkling wine leave you feeling giddy.

It’s hard to believe it’s all over. But thanks to summer classes, along with a rigorous internship at Zacharias and Dok — earned entirely on your own merit — and too many late nights to even begin to count, you’ve graduated early.

Erwin has been glowing with pride for weeks now, ever since your commencement. No longer caring about hiding your relationship of three years, he showed up with an enormous bouquet of roses and practically swept you off your feet the moment he saw you.

It made sense. You were no longer a student, not that you had ever been his student. That was a rule you luckily managed never to break. But even so, many of your classmates had been shocked by the public display of affection. Others, however, cheered and wolf-whistled.

It’s been strange, pulling back the curtain and ditching the secrecy you’ve held tight to for the past two years. But it’s also been incredibly freeing.

You sometimes think about how miserable you were at your old job, always wondering if things would ever get better. And now here you are, with a brand new career ahead of you, along with a boyfriend who adores you so completely, it still blows your mind.

How did I get so lucky?

“I think the cookies are just about done.”

You’re startled out of your thoughts by Marie’s soft voice, and you turn to find her putting on cat-patterned oven mitts over her manicured hands. She’s wearing a red velvet dress that hugs her stomach, and you wonder if she should be bending over so much at seven months pregnant.

But when you offer to help, she shoos you away. “I’m fine, I promise.” And she proves it, pulling out the baking sheets with ease and setting them on top of the stove. “Trust me, this is a breeze compared to the twins.”

“Are they at your parents’ house tonight?”

She nods, picking up a spatula and impatiently poking at one of the chocolate chip cookies. “They’re a godsend. We’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“Nile texted Erwin and said if the girls made him watch Elf one more time, his brain might actually melt.”

Marie laughs at that, leaning back against the counter. “He’s just annoyed that they didn’t want to make a gingerbread house with him this year.”

You dramatically gasp. “Now that’s heartbreaking.”

“Poor guy.” Marie shakes her head, then fixes you with a curious look. “Have you and Erwin talked about it at all? Marriage, kids…?”

Taking another sip of your drink, you consider her question. Truthfully, you have. It only makes sense to double-check with a partner that you’re on the same page when it comes to Big Life Events.

But it’s not something you’ve discussed lately. You’ve wanted to, there’s no doubt about that. However, between his hectic schedule this semester and your scramble to finish everything you needed to before graduation, it never seemed like the right time.

Seeming to sense your answer before you can give it, Marie offers you a kind smile. “I’m not trying to pressure you, I swear. I was just curious.”

“No, it’s fine,” you assure her, your voice a little too cheerful to compensate for your tangled thoughts. “It makes sense. It’s not like we’re getting any younger.”

Erwin turned forty-two this year. Does he really still want kids? And now that you’re living together, practically a married couple in every other way except legally, is it something that’s still on his mind?

Marie frowns and opens her mouth to reply when Nile stumbles in, clearly trying his best to walk straight despite his obvious inebriation.

He steals a cookie, stuffing it into his mouth, before asking Marie, “Haff oo seen Hange ‘n Mulblit?”

Marie tuts at him. “Chew before you choke, and no, I haven’t.”

“They left early,” Miche interjects, ducking into the kitchen to grab another bag of ice for the bar they’ve set up in the living room.

Nile looks aghast, quickly finishing his cookie before demanding, “Why?”

Miche shrugs, and Erwin appears behind him, leaning in the doorway. Unlike his friends, he seems sober. Almost too sober, considering how many times he’s encouraged partygoers to toast your accomplishments.

He catches your eye and smiles warmly. He’s wearing a sweater you bought for him last Christmas, and although his hair is still mostly slicked back, it looks softer than usual, like he’s been running his hands through it.

Is he nervous about something?

The thought promptly leaves your head when Miche continues, “I’ve stopped asking shit like that, ever since Hange went into explicit detail about what they keep in their sex dungeon.”

Nile nearly trips over his own feet, and Marie snorts as she moves the cookies to a cooling rack. “They have a sex dungeon?”

“I’ve said too much,” Miche gravely states, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Nile follows behind him, while Erwin shakes his head, moving to join you at the kitchen island.

“It’s almost midnight,” he murmurs, placing a hand at the small of your back. His thumb moves up and down in a familiar, soothing motion, and you relax into him, resting your head on his shoulder for a brief moment.

“Time to take me home? Before I turn into a pumpkin?”

He laughs softly and noses against the crown of your head. “Exactly. Your carriage awaits.”

After saying goodbye to Marie and accepting a hastily-packed to-go container of cookies, you follow Erwin to the car and make small talk on the way back to his apartment. He tells you about the drinking game Nile was playing with some of Marie’s coworkers, Levi’s newest café on the other side of town, and Petra and Oluo’s adorable mishap under the mistletoe.

By the time he’s unlocking the door, you’re feeling a little sleepy and more than content with the idea of throwing on your coziest pajamas and climbing into bed. You’re so distracted, it takes you a minute to realize exactly what you’re looking at.

The living room has been filled with candles. They illuminate the space with a gentle, golden glow, and you catch the faint scent of something sweet in the air. Small votives are lined up on the faux wood floor, marking out a path. And Erwin has followed it, walking ahead of you to stand in the middle of the room, his expression caught somewhere between excitement and nervousness.

“W-what… Erwin, what is this?”

Distantly, you realize it’s a ridiculous question. You know what this is. You know. But you need to hear him say it.

As you slowly walk towards him, Erwin clears his throat. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but it took some time to decide how. Luckily, Hange and Moblit agreed to help while we were at the party.”

You feel much more awake now, processing his words. Your friends did all of this. Because he asked them to. Because he’s been planning this, for who knows how long.

Erwin shifts from one foot to the other, then quietly says, “When I was eight years old, I asked my father why he fell in love with my mother. His answer seemed frustratingly simple at the time. ‘She was like a dream — something I never knew I wanted, but once I did know, I could never let her go.’

“And when I was thirteen years old, I asked him why she left. He said, ‘Because I took her for granted. I thought the dream would never end.’”

He reaches into his right pocket. “I promise I will never take you for granted. I promise to make you happy, to always put you first, to give you all of me, always.”

By the time he sinks down to one knee, you’ve begun to cry, pressing your lips together to keep quiet even as you wipe at your tear-stained cheeks.

“I love you. I think I always have, from the moment I laid eyes on you.” His smile turns somewhat shy. “It sounds clichéd, I know… But I can’t help it. Not when it comes to you.”

When he holds out his hand, revealing a small, black box, you press your hand to your mouth, and he takes a shaky breath, overcome with emotion.

“I want you by my side for as long as you’ll have me. I want to have a family together, grow old together… I can’t imagine anyone more perfect for me than you.”

He opens the box, revealing a ring it seems he plucked from your errant daydreams, whenever you’ve wondered about what your future might hold. It always astounds you, how he knows you so well and manages to make it seem effortless.

“Will you marry me?”

The answer is obvious. There’s no doubt in your mind. Because just as he believes you’re perfect for him, he is perfect for you.

You love how he rambles when he’s passionate about something, the way he’s patient with you when you cook a meal together, especially a new recipe. You love when he dozes off on the couch with a book lying on his chest, the way he holds your hand and tucks it into his coat pocket when you take a walk after classes are done for the day.

You love that he hums in the shower, that he cries during heart-wrenching movies, that he’s a happy, lovable drunk, that he wants to try bird-watching and pottery, that he can fuck you so good, you nearly forget your own name.

And you love how he gazes up at you, tears glimmering in his eyes, when you finally manage to answer his question.

“Yes.”

FOURTH CHRISTMAS

You’ve just finished loading the dishwasher when you wonder where your husband has gone. After drying your hands on a towel, you can smell pine and cinnamon as you turn the corner and allow yourself to admire the Christmas tree tucked into the corner of the living room.

You love many things about your house, purchased right after your wedding. But one of your favorites is how much space you have. Erwin’s apartment was so full of bookshelves and furniture, he had settled for a four-foot-tall artificial tree that usually went undecorated until you came along.

But this year, he was the one who bought a much bigger version, along with colorful strands of lights, yards of garland, glittering ornaments, and even a tree skirt. He did it all in one day, surprising you when you came home from work.

Blowing out the candle sitting on the small table beside his usual reading chair, you think you hear his voice upstairs. And when you reach the second-floor landing, you smile, knowing exactly where he is.

You slowly push open the door, not wanting to interrupt. But your chest tightens at the sight of him sitting in the rocking chair — a gift from his father, who’s taken up carpentry during his retirement.

Your seven-month-old daughter is nestled against him, paying rapt attention as he reads to her from a board book called “You’re My Little Christmas Cookie.”

He’s wearing his reading glasses, and as usual, they’re making a slow descent down his nose. He dresses more casually these days, since he’s on sabbatical to both work on writing a book and be a stay-at-home dad.

It was something you both agreed upon, but he made it clear that if you ever needed a break from your work at Miche and Nile’s firm, he had no problem returning to the classroom — or even the courtroom — while you stayed home.

Your daughter grabs onto his forest green henley with one fist, babbling a little as he reaches the last page.

“That’s an excellent point,” he says, as if responding to a colleague, and your laugh gives you away, drawing his attention for a brief moment.

He smiles at you before setting the book aside and lifting your daughter up into his arms. She’s wearing one of the many Christmas onesies your friends have gifted you. After you’ve both kissed her goodnight and placed her in her crib, he follows you into the hallway, already opening the monitoring app on his phone.

“She’s learning to pull herself up and stand by the railing,” he says, pointing at the screen. “I’m worried she’s going to fall back and bonk her little head.”

“Nile instilled that fear in you, didn’t he?”

Erwin looks sheepish, but his smile turns softer when you stand on your toes and kiss his cheek.

“She’s already so big,” he murmurs, watching as your baby girl begins to doze off.

“You always say that.”

“What, you never think that?”

“Of course I do.” You playfully shove at him as he leads you into the bedroom, setting his phone aside.

In retaliation, he wraps his arms around you and hauls you onto the bed, trying to shush your laughter as he leans over you.

“You’ll wake her up.”

“And it’ll be all your fault.”

He grins. “I suppose that’s true.”

Realizing you’re still wearing your office attire, you sigh and reach up to begin unbuttoning your blouse. “But I really do think that, all the time. She was so little, and now she’s not, and it’s just going to keep happening, and…”

Erwin gently nudges your fingers aside, taking his time undressing you. “That’s how it goes, sweetheart. All we can do is enjoy it as much as we can.”

You watch him as he focuses on removing your clothes, your eyes flitting from his stubbled jaw line to the faintest hint of gray coming in at his temples. He looks tired, as do you, you have no doubt. But you can tell he’s happy — more relaxed than he ever was while teaching.

You’re distracted from your idle thoughts when he lowers his mouth to the swell of your breast, his hand sliding over the satin fabric of your bra.

“What happened to ‘you’ll wake her up’?” you ask, even as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

Erwin lifts his head just enough to look at you, his eyes bright with mischief — and love. Always so much love.

“You’ll just have to be quiet, sweetheart… Think you can manage that?”

#attack on titan #aot #erwin smith #erwin x reader #erwin smith x reader #tw alcohol #tw teacher/student #tw age difference #tw pregnancy

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theearlgreymage · 7 months

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“Alright, alright…” he returned to his thoughts. Trying to think of a suitable name for the cat. “How about Levi?” At this suggestion, Levi purred and Erwin smiled fondly down at the small cat he was rapidly growing attached to. “Levi it is then.” Levi stayed at Erwin’s side for a while longer, until a squirrel scampering through the yard grabbed his attention. Rising to all fours, Levi eyed up the small rodent with wide eyes before taking off after it in a flash. His shape blurred against the vibrant grass like a shadow as he gained on the smaller creature. The squirrel, realizing that it was about to meet its doom, darted into the bushes with Levi hot on its heels. The branches and leaves rustled for only a moment as Levi vanished after the squirrel, before the yard fell silent. “At least I know I don’t need to worry about mice with you around,” Erwin mused to himself as he climbed to his feet. Heading back inside to wash the cut on his hand. Their routine shifted after that day - Erwin staying outside to pet Levi for a bit whenever he gave him food. Levi started waiting for Erwin on the porch, rubbing up against his ankles whenever Erwin came outside with his bowl of food. While giving Levi his daily dose of pets and chin scratches, Erwin would tell Levi about his day. Letting the small cat know about the drama between his students and coworkers, details about his lessons, and the day to day minutiae that went into education.

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I promise that @ic3-que3n and I aren't locked in a room together. Really. We aren't.

But.

Are they responsible for another fic? Duh. (Love you 😘)

Because they drew the cutest Cat!Levi for Day 7 of Inktober - Drip, and I just couldn't help myself

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Dot Pixis Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, cat!levi, Teacher!Erwin, Levi is a feral little stray, Erwin is a tired teacher, this is extremely self indulgent, Inspired by Fanart, Fanart Summary:

Today was different though. As Erwin crouched down to place the plate of food on the stoop - which was no longer served on paper plates, Erwin had purchased some proper feeding bowls for the cat - he felt a soft pressure along his ankle.

“Oh, hello there,” Erwin cooed to the cat as he froze in place. He’d tried holding his hand out for the cat to investigate before, but the feline had kept its distance and all but turned its nose up as though Erwin’s hand was offensive to him. So he stayed still, letting the cat rub its cheek against his pant leg. Pacing back and forth between Erwin’s ankles and rubbing against him on every pass.

“Finally feeling friendly are we?” Erwin asked teasingly and gambled a finger. Holding his hand out in the cat's direction.

The cat ignored Erwin’s hand, continuing to rub against his legs for another moment before the food gained control of his focus. Instead of going inside and watching the cat like normal, Erwin crouched down further. Sitting on the stoop and observing the cat up close.

#As a crazy cat lady #And a teacher #This was 100% for me #Cat!Levi is best Levi #Lemme just cuddle this little murder machine #And tell him all about my day #Fuck Zeke #You get what you deserve #Still on my Eruri bullshit #I will not apologize #AOT #AOT Fic #levi ackerman #erwin smith #erwin x levi #eruri

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fleabrainedmania · 1 year

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Mr. Smith's history class got a little awkward after he and the janitor started dating.

#eruri #levi ackerman #aot #levi fanart #erwin smith #high school au #feral levi #history teacher Erwin #janitor Levi

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decimatlas · 1 year

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sender kisses receiver's top of head. // ( or reverse, your choice for anyone you're feeling! )

VARYING KISSES PROMPT

Erwin sits at Levi's desk, with his head in his hands. He isn't sure of the last time he'd gotten a good night's sleep; he has been plagued with nightmares and visions –– of a world unlike their own. Giant, treacherous creatures roamed the Earth, causing death and destruction to everything they'd ever known. He would write them off as dreams, but after Levi informed him that he was also experiencing such visions, Erwin wasn't sure what to think anymore.

What he did know, though, was that he found comfort in Levi's presence. Though the two had hardly spoken since Erwin entered the temporarily empty classroom, it seems the two had still spoken a thousand words, in a language of their own.

❛ Levi, thank you. ❜ His words of gratitude break the silence; Erwin did not take Levi's presence for granted. ❛ I suppose we should go have our lunch now, before your class comes back. ❜

Levi, who seems to agree with this sentiment, begins to pass behind him. He pauses when he reaches him, which elicits slight confusion from Erwin until he feels Levi press a gentle kiss to the top of his head. Then, wordlessly, Levi continues towards the door of the classroom – as if it was something he did every day.

Erwin remains seated at the desk for a moment, his thoughts lingering on the sensation of Levi's tender gesture of affection. ( He feels the deepest appreciation for him. Perhaps those feelings run deeper. Erwin doesn't want to dwell on it at the moment. ) So, he finally clears his throat, brings himself to stand, and joins Levi in the doorway of his classroom.

#i hope this is okay!#naitfall #interaction : erwin smith.#naitfall tba.#for the reincarnation / teacher au hehehe

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kobutareads1 · 2 months

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Jump off the Eiffel Tower by midorino

Modern - Heartstopper AU. One shot. Eruri. English teacher Levi. History teacher Erwin. Assorted 104th members. Levi loves Erwin but tries to deny it. He panics when they chaperone a group of high school students to Paris.

Adorable, romantic and so funny. Levi's inner monologue is hilarious.

#eruri fanfic #erwin smith x levi ackerman #heartstopper AU #teacher au #midorino #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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salaciousdoll · 9 months

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꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿ The Salacious Exploits ‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

You’re a girl who was brought into this world with riches. Many thought that you had it all but the act of abandonment done by your father says otherwise. Don’t get it misconstrued though, your father is still alive and in your life just doesn’t even glance your way even when you broke into the famous stadium near your house with your friends, leading to sending you away to boarding school. Boarding School was an experience. Getting through that obstacle only to end up at a nice 4 year University. Easy-peasy for you right? except two and a half years later you’re sent to Private College. You hated your mother for thinking what’s best for you but “The Kaizen of Maria” Private College was a risqué experience, way better than boarding school, am I right? Am I? See how you deal with being with the social classes you don’t usually be in. Hardships, flowing red and orange leaves hitting the ground in the opening season of fall, volleyball practices, majors, sexy instructors and classmates, and finally realization of issues.

Be apprised of the warnings before you read below: smut, heavy smut, plot build-up, angst, heavy angst at the end chapters and maybe beginning too, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, age gap, reader is in her early 20s( 21-23), tw.taboo, teacher/student relationships, reader could be considered hyper feminine and Bimbo/ditzy, very different and wrong depictions of boarding school( just for the plot), trauma( heavy and light), power dynamic relationships, sex with no relations on one side( yours), large age gaps so please be aware, written with black reader in mind but again everyone could read, volleyball player!reader, fashion major!reader, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, daddy issues are high here but this in no way to describe it in a sexual manner only( this also goes into depths of it), heavy drug use! But the reader is not doing it just watching + dark content!, threesomes, classroom fucking, under the desk, Pervert reader and some characters, size kink but not major, false!corruption kink, reader is very seductive without even doing anything, body fluids( squirting, creampies, cum on body), mention of the younger cast of each series( not everyone though), Fem!reader, the men and Hange are between the ages of (30-50, so exit out this series if you’re uncomfortable), some fluff here and there, a little self indulgent, small descriptions of body parts( cocks, pussy, hair, etc.), heavy body worship, oral( f & m receiving), mentions of alcohol/parties off campus, strict teachers( Nanami, Erwin, and Levi), toxic!relationships, unrequited love( male wise), modern!au, joint modern au, crossover au!

Characters: Erwin smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Hange Zoe, Miche Zacharias, Gojo satoru, Geto suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Keith shadis, Kishibe, Eren Kruger, Principal Yaga, Zeke Yeager, Atsuya Kukasabe, Grisha Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, and Choso Kamo

Wc: tba ( tie it up at the end of the series)

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Thank you to Deja for the pictures/headers, I adore you so much for this because you did this for free and just for your own entertainment, I was so scared to ask you but we up!! 😭 read the warnings carefully everyone. As always, MDNI; 18+ only

Taglist

｡ﾟ•┈୨ CHAPTERS ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

i. The opening of Fall 9/19/23

ii. Friends? 10/1/23

iii. You can’t always get what you want 12/16/23

IV. I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure! 1/16/24

V. Be my Daddy(1/24/24)

VI. Ridin’

VII. I put you down because I want you

VIII. Slut Pop

IX. Strawberry Pound Cake

X. Thee Five Star Bitch

XI. Cherry Cola

Xll. Ten men on my line tryna fuck me, your daddy’s the biggest spender

XIII. He calls me lavender

XIV. Just wanna have fun’

BONUS CHAPTERS

XV. Holding hands with an bad old man

XVI. Allure

XVII. Wanna know how red taste?

XVIII. Blood Rush Slut

XIX . Candy Necklaces

XX. French Restaurant

｡ﾟ•┈୨ SALACIOUS PLAYLIST ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

1. Boarding school- Lana Del Rey 2. Party Girls- Victoria Monet

3. Love Language- Sza 4. Open Arms- Sza ft Travis Scott

5. Mermaid Hotel-Lana Del Rey 6. Girl that got away- Lana Del Rey

7. Go Go Dancer- Lana del Rey 8. Off to the Races- Lana del Rey

9. I’m that girl- Beyoncé 10. Rocket- Beyoncé 11. You can be the boss- Lana del Rey

12. French restaurant- Lana del Rey 13. Fucked my way up to the top- Lana del Rey

14. Attention- doja cat 15. Daddy issues- The Neighborhood

16. Older- Isabel larosa 17. Naughty Girl-Beyoncé 18. Valley of the doll- Marina

19. What was I made for- Billie elilish 20. Baby doll- Mariah Carey

21. The roof- Mariah Carey 22. Body Electric- Lana del Rey

23. All Up In Your Mind- Beyoncé

Tagging: @chosoist @honeybleed @emomanswhore @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @angelshub and if anyone else wants to be tagged in future chapter, fill out the taglist form.

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riewritten · 2 years

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another aot junior high stuff i want to carve inside my head despite numerous erwin smith hand references

"he's handsome, smart, and has two intact arms!" NESS SHUT THE FUCK UP??!?!?!? 😭

DONT GET ME STARTED WITH HOW CRUEL THEY ARE NOT JUST FOR FORESHADOWING THIS BUT FOR ALSO DRAWING ERWIHNKDDMFJJAJDNQFW I CANT STOP LAUGFHODNG WHY DOES HE LOOK LIK ETHAT

"this assembly should've had a trigger warning!" I cANT BREATHEKSJRKSSJS

the way they made erwin so eloquent that he could unrelentingly make children cry because of chocolates is what im here for

whAT HE GONNA DO WITH THOSE HANDS???!??!! 😭

#this series is a fucking mess #erwin smith's hand #aot junior high #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #attack on titan junior high #shingeki no kyojin junior high #commander erwin smith #teacher erwin smith #connie springer #erwin smith #nile dok #jean kirschtien #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #rie blabbers

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mamasbakeria · 8 months

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hey, what's your major again?

summary: my credible expert opinion on what the aot characters would study in university. what are my qualifications? the dozens of hours i’ve spent staring at my school’s program bulletin trying to figure out what i’m majoring in

genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, minor language, uninformed percy jackson reference (pls don't hate me if im wrong)

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, historia reiss, ymir, reiner braun, annie leonhardt

author’s note: had this in my drafts for months now. i just need to post it so it stops haunting me. might do the rest of the marleyans and vets in the future! lmk your thoughts, my only tumblr notifications are from p*rn bots, so i'd love to hear from real people lol. enjoy <3

eren: sociology and public policy, 4+1 program for a social work masters

there’s only so many times you can hear “you’re gonna be a doctor just like your dad” before you start to believe it. that’s why eren started out with biology on the premed track. the thing is, he really didn’t care for it. eren is really passionate about lessening equity gaps and is a firm believer in “if you want something done right, do it yourself”. this is why i see him making the switch to a double major in public policy and sociology. he wants to know about how society got to the point of perpetuating disparities so that he can fix them. but he also knows that the government fucking sucks and thinks its naive to expect policy change to be the only method of change. and like the maniac he is, eren is enrolled in a 4+1 program so he can get his master’s in social work when he’s done with his undergrad. he’s determined to graduate with both degrees in just 4 years though. rip his summers.

armin: international relations and military ethics, minor in communications or smth

everyone always says armin would study marine biology or oceanographic studies, but i honestly think that it’s a passion that he pursues on the side. he takes marine bio courses for his breadth requirements, but knows he’d end up hating the ocean if he spent the rest of his life studying it. he also strikes me as someone who would rather run buck naked into traffic than sit through multiple semesters of organic chemistry. armin was always a good public speaker, though, despite being a bit insecure. that’s why his speech and debate teacher during sophomore year of high school recommended model united nations to him. he was hooked after his first conference and now genuinely sees the path of international diplomacy as his calling. that’s why he’s majoring in international relations. his concentration in military ethics is something he tacks on in his junior year after taking some courses and publishing research with dr. erwin smith. he probably minors in communications because he can.

mikasa: forensic science

mikasa had no idea what she wanted to do when she started uni. she’s good at nearly everything. like never gotten a B in her life and is the student who the curve is based off of. but excelling in every environment you’re put in often means you don’t know what you’re best at. she knew deep down that she wanted to do something justice related like her childhood best friends did, but she’s no public speaker and has no interest in political reform. she was, however, emo in high school and heard a fair share of undertaker jokes at her expense. it wouldn’t hurt to look into right? as cool as the title sounds, morticians don’t make enough money for the job they have. fortunately enough, forensic pathologists do and mikasa looks good in a lab coat. she would never admit it to spare armin and eren’s feelings, but when they, as children, recreated the crime-solving shows mrs. jaeger always had on, mikasa always wanted to be the brains. so criminology and forensic science it is. (side note: she definitely joins the military and they pay for her education)

jean: structural engineering and industrial design with a minor in studio art

more than anything, jean wants to provide for his mom and knows he can’t guarantee a retirement of luxury for her as the freelance artist he wishes he could be. he’s decent at math when he tries and doesn’t hate physics, so he decided he’d give structural engineering a try for at least a semester or two. he wasn’t expecting to get much from it, to be honest. he had a plethora of backup plans waiting for his supposedly inevitable distaste for engineering, but he found that he didn’t hate it at all. someone once told jean that he had the makings of a great leader and he didn’t believe them until he started taking the lead on design projects and producing incredible results. his only qualm is that he just doesn’t get to be as creative as he wanted to be. that was easily rectified by an additional major in industrial design and a minor in studio art. he’s unbelievably busy, busier than he anticipated when he started his post-secondary journey, but he’s content and there’s nothing some extra coffee can’t solve.

sasha: environmental science and sustainability

sasha spent her childhood ankle-deep in mud and fighting her way through forest thickets without a compass. an upbringing like that doesn’t leave your spirit, no matter how far into the city you go for school. so sasha’s always been passively passionate about the environment. that passiveness became significantly more prominent when part of the woods she grew up in was cleared out to build an industrial complex. it was then that she started researching and writing petitions about preserving wildlife and making environmentally conscious decisions. her work actually got her the scholarship she’s on (because god knows it wasn’t her grades). and she genuinely loves what she does, so why wouldn’t she keep learning about it? the environmental science and sustainability program at the school is small, but tight-knit and known for churning out changemakers. sasha knows she’ll be one of them one day. just hide your plastic straws from her, okay?

connie: computer science and chinese

stick with me here okay? everyone expects connie to be a douchebag marketing major whose hardest assignments are graphing functions and making posters on photoshop, but he’s a lot more invested in his education than he looks. don’t get me wrong, connie has always struggled academically, but that’s because so much of early education is pre-determined. he performed way better when he could choose what courses he took. it’s kind of like percy jackson being dyslexic in english because he was wired to read in greek. connie can’t keep his eyes on a history textbook for shit, but will gladly sit in front of the c++ code on his pc for hours. he doesn’t even get mad when he realizes that he was missing a semicolon. connie loves how versatile of a future he could have with a compsci degree, because, let’s be real, he could never survive in a typical office environment. definitely takes a bunch of chinese classes and doesn’t realize that he has enough credits for it to be a minor until his second to last semester.

historia: political science with a minor in international relations and child development

historia is a lot like eren in the sense that she knows her time is best spent doing hands-on work in the fields she cares about. she realizes this sometime after reconnecting with her estranged father and volunteering at the orphanage she grew up in. but now that she’s publicly associated with a powerful political figure, historia doesn’t get to do what she wants, only what is expected of her. that’s how she ends up on the pre-law political science and public policy route. the nickname “ms. president” that connie and sasha give her only further reminds her that she’s heading down a path she never wanted for herself. after lots of encouragement from ymir, historia decided to take child development courses on the side. even if she doesn’t take on the full minor, she’s taking some classes she cares about. maybe she’ll find use for it someday. at the very least, it’s her first step in becoming the most selfish girl in the world.

ymir: data science and business management

ymir is smart. much smarter than she presents herself to be, almost as a form of protection. nobody expects much of someone who is aloof, so it makes it easy to slip through the cracks to remain safe and comfortable in the shadows. business management is notoriously low commitment and easy to skate by with. guaranteed internships, post-graduate employment, and so on. To anyone who doesn’t know ymir well, it’s perfect. but they have her mistaken, ymir will do as little as possible to go as far as possible. sure, she can live comfortably with a business degree, but it could be better with a little bit of data science in her arsenal. she’s intelligent enough to pick up on it, and determined enough to make it her bitch. yeah, academia is a money-sucking pipeline into the capitalist hellscape, she doesn’t believe in it yada yada, but at the end of the day, ymir’s gonna get the bag. so what if she’s gotta sleep through some stats classes to get it?

reiner: behavioral economics

reiner’s mother had convinced him his whole life that getting a high paying job would fix their lives and bring his father back. believing “perfect grades lead to a perfect life” made high school tough for reiner; gifted kid burnout is no joke. it really messed him up. he wasn’t sure if he could withstand the pressures of university, but here he is. reiner was never allowed a therapist, so he figured pursuing psychology would, at the very least, give him some answers and be a good pathway to a medical degree. he loved getting to understand how people work and why they act the way they do, but something was missing. he found out what it was when a guest lecturer spoke in his economics class. he knew making the switch would be risky, it’s a new field and his current career options are really only research, academia, or government, but the interdisciplinary study of behavioral economics is calling reiner’s name.

annie: biomedical engineering and kinesiology

annie’s entire life revolved around her father, including the injury he was never able to heal from. the one she gave him. he’s claimed to be over it, she’s forgiven, but annie will never feel like she’s earned that forgiveness until she gets rid of the problem entirely. how is she going to do that exactly? with biomedical engineering. she has years of hell in front of her, especially with her concentration on biomechanics, but she doesn’t care. annie will throw herself into her work to get the results she wants. she takes the highest amount of credits possible every semester so she can graduate early. you’ll most likely find her chained to a study cubicle at the library at all hours of the day and running on 2 hours of sleep, but it doesn’t faze her. she tacks on a minor in kinesiology because it makes sense and she had most of the credits for it anyway. and as if it couldn’t get worse, she probably TAs for a thermodynamics course or something crazy like that.

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diefxrguns · 1 year

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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓

✯pairings- erwin smith x afab!reader

✯a/n- might be some mistakes, apologies. Do not share on tiktok without my permission. not glamourising pedophilia, Y/N is 18

✯synopsis- your teacher develops strong feelings for a specific girl in his classroom

✯ c/w- smut, teacher x student relationship. choking, spanking, and more- not comfortable? dont read.

"teacher's pet, if I'm so "special. Why am I a secret?" ✧

Your eyes couldn't concentrate on the board infront of you, never in your life have you felt this way for somebody.

Despite all the love letters from boys in your class and offers to go out on dates, boys your age-just didn't do it for you. Ya know.

There was always something about older fellows, but not to old. Maybe 25-35 since you were 18. It was appropriate after all- well for some people atleast.

Your mother would die if she saw the things that kept you up at night, on your laptop a stash of porn videos. All in the same category of porn. You had a thing for manthers, not the creepy pedophilic one's. The men who are like 30 with 20 year old girlfriends. Sounds normal right.

So when your new teacher entered the classroom, you almost fell out of your seat. His arms, his hair, everything about this man was just so fucking sexy.

He wore a blue button up shirt, that was long sleeved, but the sleeves were rolled up a bit- revealing his toned forearms. His pants were black and his blonde hair was combed back.

He had to be in his early 30's, but my God did he look so delicious.

He's an English, History and Biology teacher so he would be teaching you English and History, since those are the classes you had.

He started off by introducing himself, and went straight to work. Instructing the class to open their books on page 116. He got down to business, you could tell he was one- track minded.

His voice was so deep and demanding, but somewhat calm and smooth. He explained the work diligently. Making sure everyone understood the English lesson- before dismissing the class and closing the whiteboard marker.

As the days passed you did nothing but gawk at him, in classes you barley even payed attention. And oh- he knew you weren't listening. How your pretty eyes just stared into space, he knew exactly what you were looking at. He's way smarter then he looks.

There was one particular day, after class. You were looking at him the whole time, and he knew- but it bugged him because exams were coming up and you never took notes once. He knew your grades were sky high, and he didn't want you to fail your examinations. So he called you after class.

" Miss Y/N, please stay behind and take a seat" he said, as you were on your way out the classroom.

" Yes" you said in timid voice because of how shy and slightly intimidated you were

The older man sat on a chair opposite you, his back hunched and his elbows on his knees, he removed his glasses and looked you directly in the eye

" You're not paying attention, you think I don't know, you think I don't see how much you're looking into space during my lessons"

" Mr Smith, I'm really sorry " you said with fake sympathy, in all honesty you didn't give a fuck about his lessons. He's eye candy- who wouldn't look at him.

"Your results went from 93 to 50, your practice test results where lower then I expected. A five star student, became mediocre over night. I advise you tell me what's on your mind Y/N" he said straightening his posture and leaning back, never breaking eye contact with you

" Mr Smith, I've just been distracted lately, ya know, Like something is really troubling me". What you just said was true, something was bugging you. Everytime this fine ass man opens his mouth, breathes or even looks your way you cream your pants, leaving a stain on your lacey panties. That's the real problem.

" Ah, I see. Well, as your teacher I suppose you need to trust me with whatever it is you're going through. You need to get it out of your system so we can work through this" he said

" Well, I...um, i- I got dumped by my ex boyfriend and.. well he, he really hurt me. Its bothered me alot" you lied through your teeth, you never had a boyfriend. You just said that so that Erwin could feel sorry for you.

Immediately Erwin stood up and knelt down to your level, holding your hand gently. In this moment your heart was racing, you didn't know how to react.

What the fuck was actually going on here? Your teacher( crush) was kneeling down holding your hand, this was to much to handle.

" Y/N, I need you to not focus on other boys ok- they're a waste of time, I need you to think about bigger things. Like college and a husband maybe? You need a man that's going to take care of you, love you..."

Your chest was rising up and down as you took intense breathes, he was so close to you. His warmth was radiating off his big body onto your smaller one.

" After school I'll take you to my place, so that I can prepare you for upcoming examinations... Sound ok?" He asked as he stood up fixing his tie and getting his things

" ye-yes, it sounds awesome" you said standing up in a hurry and giving your teacher a big smile.

Everyday afterschool Erwin took you to his home.

He lived in a very spacious house, it was small but modern and fancy. A two story home with two bedrooms and two bathrooms.

He had two cats aswell, a grey one and a white one. Grey one named Oscar and the white one named Bunny.

His home smelled like vanilla and sandalwood, it was clean with grey and white accents. He obviously lived alone, but damn how can such a handsome and astound man be single.

He sat you at the dining room table with your books and tutored you, and helped you make notes for your exams.

He spent three hours after school tutoring you.

You were beyond grateful for this opportunity, because it made you and Erwin closer.

Even though you never really spoke about personal things, subconsciously your souls were somewhat aligned. Almost like you had a connection that you couldn't explain or describe, you just felt comfortable around each other.

A little to comfortable

After examinations, you stopped going to Erwin's home. There was no need afterall, I mean he stopped tutoring you because exams were over.

In all honesty you missed it, you missed him. So one afternoon you went to his house to give him some treats, just to say thank you.

You knocked on his door, patiently waiting for him to open it

And in that very moment your heart shattered, the pain you felt when the door opened, only to be greeted by an older women, her late 20's to be precise. Her ginger/ strawberry blonde hair was wavy and shiny. And her body was curvaceous and slim

Her nails painted red, she wore a tight black dress and heels, with pearls around her neck- and the cherry on top of the cake, was the 24K diamond ring she wore on her ring finger, indicating she is married.

Your face went red, not with anger. But with sadness, you felt like a fucking idiot. Falling for you teacher.

" Oh hello dear, you must be Erwin's student, please come inside. He must be thrilled to see you" she said, in a nice tone of voice as she let you inside

" Erwin! Honey, your student is here to see you" she yelled for her " husband" as she told you to sit and offered you a cup of tea

" Oh my, Y/N. This is rather unexpected. Why have you come?" Erwin asked as he dried his hair, obviously he just came out the shower.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes were visibly watery indicating you were about to burst into tears.

But you had to suck it up, and pretend like nothing was wrong

" I..I um- I brought you some gifts, just to say thank you for helping me with studying" you said handing him the gift bag

A smile appeared on Erwin's face as he opened the bag filled with chocolates, and sweets . But at the bottom of the gift bag was a letter, expressing your feelings to Erwin- and how you really felt about him.

He opened the letter silently, and reading it rather quickly before clenching his jaw, his smile faded into a puzzling expression. And he looked at you for a mere second before sitting on the barstool next to you.

His wife still making tea for the both of you including herself.

" So Y/N isn't it? How is school treating you?" She asked sitting across from you and Erwin.

" Well... Its, it's, it's great actually. Thanks to Mr Smith, your husband." You said, in a fake- nice tone of voice.

She didn't catch on to your obvious sarcasm but Erwin knew exactly how you felt about her, as said before he's smarter then he looks.

" Oh well, Erwin here isn't my husband, not yet. He's actually my fiance, we're getting married...soon I suppose" she said giving you a smile and sipping on her tea.

" That's wonderful news" you said sipping the tea.

Erwin sat in silence, drinking his tea and staring elsewhere, not daring to make eye contact with you or his fiance.

" Oh my, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Mari Dawk" she said flashing you another smile.

" You see Smith and I met in our military days, he just caught my eye, he was one with the ladies too. She said waffling on about how her and Erwin met and how they got together. But in all honesty you weren't listening, frankly you didn't care, you were to hurt to listen to these stories.

She talked to much, but she was extremely friendly. You could see why Erwin was engaged to her, Mari would make a wonderful mother.

A few minutes passed and it was time for you to leave. You couldn't spend more time in this house, with Erwin and this woman.

So you said your goodbyes and offered to clean up.

"Can I help with anything, washing my mug?" You asked Mari

" No that won't be necessary Y/N, go home and get some rest it's late " said Erwin in a monotone voice.

You shut the door behind you and made your way home...

A few days passed and your behaviour changed drastically, you barely ate and you no longer enjoyed your usual habits.

You were on a break so you never saw Erwin.

When school was back on, you payed attention in class and actually wrote notes. He noticed your change in attitude towards him.

You no longer smiled at him when you entered to classroom, you no longer greeted him or said goodbye.

It was like you changed...

When the history lesson was over, you were the last student to pack your bag. Getting ready to leave, when Erwin closed the classroom door, locking it

" Why did you lock the door? I need to go home it's afterschool" you said in a cold tone of voice, not looking at him once, packing your textbooks into your backpack.

" Y/N, please stop this little act you're doing. You think I don't what you're up to? " Erwin said standing with his hands in his pockets, a few steps away from you.

" I don't care, if you don't mind I'd like to leave Mr Smith. I don't have time for this. If it isn't about schoolwork I'm not interested" you said

" The letter you wrote to me, well... It made me emotional Y/N" he said stepping closer and closer to you, only inches away

At this point you felt so broken and drained, it wasn't exactly his fault. How was he supposed to know you liked him and besides it's his life, he can't just dump his fiance for you.

" Mr Smith, I appreciate everything you've done. I'm sorry for that letter, I wasn't in the right head space. I just had a small crush, it was nothing serious. Please go back home to your wife and forget everything. " You said tears threatening to spill from your eyes as those words were so hard to say.

You couldn't lie anymore, you loved Erwin Smith. His smile, the way he comforted you and motivated you. His kindness, his leadership, his empathy. Everything about him lured you in. You still had feelings for him, you tried ignoring them and ignoring him. But truthfully you were hooked like a worm on a fishing rod.

As you were about to walk past him, he grabbed your arm. Forcing you back to him, his arm was strong. At this point you couldn't break free from his hold, even if you tried.

He held your waist, and placed a hand on your back rubbing it gently.

Things were getting out of hand, luckily there were no surveillance in his classroom.

" Y/N, I know I hurt you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for leading you on. Truthfully I knew you liked me, I knew from day one. And I liked you too. Not in a daughter way, I like you romantically, I don't have feelings for Mari anymore. She cheated on me with one of my friends, and she came back. The only reason I let her back into my life was because my morals were telling me, that loving you is wrong. " The blonde man said with pain in his voice, he was being serious, he was genuine.

A passionate kiss was placed upon your pink lips as Erwin held you tightly in his arms.

Your hands made their way to his neck, rubbing the back of his neck slowly. Enjoying the kiss.

Erwin began to move his hands from your waist to your ass, lifting up your skirt as he squeezed your cheeks.

He broke away from the kiss

" Do I have your consent Y/N?" He asked as he looked you dead in the eye waiting for you to respond

" Yes, yes you have my consent" you said.

He kissed you even more, before bending you over his desk. Only to pull your panties down

" hmm, won't you look at that hey. All wet for me already, I haven't even touched this pussy yet"

He began rubbing your folds gently, making you whimper from every touch.

Erwin flipped you over, you sat on his large desk with you legs spread for him to see.

He unbuttoned your school shirt and threw it elsewhere.

And unclipped your bra, letting your pretty breasts drop.

He couldn't believe it, the sight of your pretty body, made him so fucking hard.

He gave you a kiss before flipping you back over again and kneeling down to your pussy. His tongue flicked across your already- wet folds, earning moans from you everytime.

He eventually inserted his cock into your pussy, fucking you slowly at first. Gradually he fucked you even faster, causing you to moan loudly.

Echo's could be heard throughout the empty classroom, as well as moans and pants.

The both of you came a few times, before deciding it'll be best to leave the school, before you both got caught doing your lewd activities.

And after cleaning up the classroom and getting dressed, Erwin grabbed you and kissed you once again

The words " I love you" falling from his lips

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silversimp · 1 year

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Extra Credit

Professor Erwin Smith x Fem Student Reader

4,092 words - nsfw - minors dni

If there was one thing you were certain of it was that no one was lying when they said college professors were nothing like highschool teachers. Especially in the case of your gorgeous history professor Erwin Smith. Light blue button up struggling to contain him, buttons straining over his built chest and white undershirt peeking out through the gaps.

Everything about him was unbelievably hot, from the way he moved to the way his voice captured the whole room. Many classes you found yourself completely distracted by him, large arms holding textbooks and long fingers pointing at the words he'd written on the board. If it wasn't for his booming voice you'd probably miss more than half of what he was saying. The man really commanded his space, no one could stop themselves from listening to him.

Unfortunately you didn't seem to be retaining enough information, he'd drawn a sad face next to the abysmal grade you'd gotten on his last quiz. You couldn't help but giggle a little at the thought of such a serious man drawing smiley faces on his graded assignments. He'd also jotted down at the bottom of the paper to meet him during his office hours when you had the chance, so you could make up the grade.

Feeling very nervous about speaking one on one with the most beautiful man you've ever seen, you tried your best to seem chill as you waited for him outside his office door. You'd gotten to his office a few minutes early, when you knocked there had been no answer. So you waited. Waiting only made you feel even more nervous though.

"Early, good girl" Erwin smiled as he walked up to you, inside you wanted to scream. Unable to look him in the eye as you greeted him, your vision hit the floor, slowly working up to his face. His slacks were a little too tight and putting his thigh muscles on display, the outline of his manhood made you quickly find something on the floor to look at while he unlocked his door, "come on in, I have a few extra credit options for you."

"Thank you," it came out a mumble as you stepped inside the office, Erwin closing and locking the door behind you made your heart hammer against your chest. There was obviously no dubious reason for him to do that, he probably just didn't want anyone walking in while he worked with you. That's all.

"Please sit, I'll gather the options" he gestured to a chair for you before walking around his desk, rummaging through a drawer before pulling out a folder, "based on your previous work in my class, you'll probably prefer the essay" he said softly, looking over the contents of the folder as he sat down across from you, "but there's also the option to retake the quiz entirely."

"Essay about what?" You watched his hands, they moved so solidly across the papers. Blue veins like raging rivers down his forearms, a simple watch hugging his thick wrist.

"I have a list here" he handed you a paper, seven different essay questions from the last three chapters you'd been working on in class, "pick whichever you'd like. Three pages and due by Monday, please."

You had a busy weekend already, trying to add this paper to the list felt a bit daunting, "maybe it would be easier to retake the quiz" you looked up, the man was loosening his tie as he leaned back in his chair. You felt every hair on your body stand at attention, "I don't have a lot of extra time to work on this" your voice shaking as you placed the paper down on the desk.

"We could do a retake on Tuesday" he leafed through a planner that had been sitting neatly in front of him, "or you could earn the grade another way, today."

Your face heated up, his tone had been completely neutral but it didn't stop your mind from finding the dirtiest option imaginable. You stared at him for a moment, Erwin still looking through his planner. There was no way your hot professor was actually propositioning you for sex for a better grade. That had to just be your mind going wild with ridiculous fantasies.

"Unless you're busy today as well" he closed the planner and looked back at you, though his voice was normal his eyes weren't. Lust and desire swimming in pools of blue, slowly being eaten up by his pupils. Your face was going red, still trying to rationalize that this wasn't actually happening.

"Do you want me to take the quiz again now?" You asked quietly, worried if you spoke any louder you wouldn't be able to keep the words steady. A chuckle escaped him as he pulled at his tie again, this time fully removing it before tossing it on his desk. Your mouth watered as he undid his top two buttons, a lazy smile on his lips.

"Sorry I'm all out of copies at the moment, I was thinking my lesson must not have stuck with you well enough. I'm willing to use this time now to go over the chapters" Erwin spoke slowly, deep voice rather quiet compared to how loudly he spoke in class. You tried to inconspicuously wipe your sweaty hands off on your leggings, feeling extra stupid for thinking he'd meant anything other than something actually educational.

"Yeah, I don't have any other classes for today" you tried to relax, pleased to be getting some extra attention from your professor but still nervous as all hell.

"Wonderful," he smiled before sitting up straight. You watched as he gathered up some papers from the lessons, "now," he cleared his throat and pushed back on his chair away from the desk, "come here" Erwin gestured to the space between him and the desk. Puzzled you slowly stood up, face going hot again as you saw him eye you from head to toe then back up again.

"Should I take the chair?" You asked nervously, he shook his head no and you slowly walked around the solid wooden desk, standing awkwardly in front of him you couldn't find the strength to look at his face.

"On your knees" a gruff whisper that you weren't sure actually escaped him or if your mind was playing twisted tricks on you.

"Pardon?" You looked at him, his bottom lip between his teeth as he sat back in his desk chair. Erwin's eyes were still slowly tracing your body, one hand resting on his strong thigh while the other was gently touching the growing tent in his slacks.

"Get down on your knees" he said louder this time, eyes meeting yours. Your head spun for a moment, either you were having the most vivid amazing dream of your life or you had died and gone to heaven. There was no way any of it was real. After a few blinks you obeyed, sitting back on your heels and looking up at him with rosy cheeks.

"Like this?" You felt the words leave your lips but you weren't sure any sound actually came out.

"Very good" he cooed, you watched in awe as he undid his belt then pants. The fabric was fighting tooth and nail to keep his erection contained, it relaxed as he freed himself. Big. That's all you could think as you watched him slowly stroke his cock. He cleared his throat before scooting his chair closer to you, "you're going to use your mouth, go nice and slow and listen to me okay?" His words were like honey, cock standing proud a few inches from your face.

"Yes sir" you mumbled before sitting up a bit, getting a better angle to try to fit the monster in your mouth. A pleased sigh passed through his lips as your mouth enveloped the head of his cock.

"Good girl," he purred, one his large hands tangled in your hair. He gently patted your head as you began sucking in as much of him as you could, remembering to move slowly as he asked. A few quiet breaths before he began speaking, "now let's go over the Renaissance" you continued slowly sucking on his cock, one hand keeping your balance on his knee while the other pumped the bottom half of his cock.

Erwin sat still, keeping his reactions to you at a minimum as he spoke. He reassured you every now and then that you were doing a great job, he'd comb his fingers through your hair as he spoke. You still weren't sure this was actually happening.

"You got the section on humanism incorrect as well" he used his free hand to look over your quiz, "do you remember when we went over classical antiquity?" He looked down at you, your eyes met and he shivered. You felt his cock twitch against your tongue, you nodded yes as you continued sucking and looking up into his eyes. Blue completely gone now. He let out a small sigh and hung his head back, enjoying your mouth for a moment before continuing his lesson.

The heat between your thighs was becoming unbearable. You found using the heel of your shoe to rub yourself on was good enough for the moment, but god did you want to put what was in your mouth down there instead. You listened to him speak, his voice sounded so sexy and rough as he went on with his lesson. Every few words his breath was a little shaky, but he still wasn't reacting much. You wondered if he would at all, if he'd let you hear him moan in ecstasy or if he'd be just as serious looking when he finally finished.

"The goal of the Italian Renaissance humanists of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries was the study of the humanities, is the main take away from that section" he said lowly, his hand in your hair moved down until the palm was at the base of your skull, "you've done so well, but I want you take in more" he pushed your head down, forcing more of his length into your mouth. You gagged as the tip entered your throat, "good girl, just like that" he purred.

He kept pushing you down lower for a few more minutes, releasing you to let you breathe. You caught your breath and looked up at him, his hand slowly stroking his dick wet with your spit. You quickly took over, lips back around his girth as he hummed happily.

"You're such an excellent student" he held your head with both hands, "this is the first quiz you haven't passed" he thrust into your mouth, forcing his entire length into your throat making you choke, "just relax, there you go" he grunted as he fucked into your mouth before letting go and letting you take control again, "you can go a little faster, I'm almost done here" Erwin returned his attention to your quiz as tears streamed down your cheeks, throat burning a bit as you swallowed excess spit.

Swallowing around his cock made him moan unexpectedly, his hand over his mouth like he hadn't meant to only made it sexier. You wanted to make him moan more, desperate to make him unravel. The thought this could end with you bent over his desk and fully stuffed with his cock had you rocking your hips against your heel even harder.

"You did well on the art section, so I'll skip that one" his breathing was getting more erratic, but he was holding onto that neutral tone still, "let's go over the technology section now."

You continued bobbing on his cock, taking him until your throat couldn't handle it anymore before popping off the tip. With how much your mouth was watering for him, his cock was dripping with your spit. It was rolling down his shaft and over your hands, a small puddle forming on his boxers covering his balls. God his balls, you wanted to take his pants completely off so you could them. They were big too, you could tell through his underwear.

"Sir?" You interrupted him, breathing heavy as you looked up at him through wet lashes. He chewed his bottom lip and looked down at you, hand still stroking his cock as you figured out how to say your thoughts aloud.

"I want to suck on your balls too" you whispered, struggling to maintain eye contact but knew you wanted to see his reaction to your words. For good reason too, the question certainly riled him up. His eyes went wide for a moment, a smile pulled the corners of his lips up as he mulled over a response.

"Answer a few questions and I'll let you" Erwin exhaled, "what's an arquebus?"

"It's a gun" you answered, hand still stroking his spit covered cock.

"I need more than that for full points" he chuckled.

"It's a musket that was first used by the ottoman empire in the fifteenth century" you said softly, eyes trained in his cock as you watched your hand move up his entire length then back down again.

"Good girl" he smiled, "name another gun, this one from sixteenth century, and I'll let you suck my balls" Erwin purred.

"Um," you thought for a moment while you watched his length in your palm, "the grenade musket?" You looked up at him unsure.

"You're listening so well" he smiled wider, "here," he backed up his chair and stood up kicking off his shoes before fully removing his slacks and boxers. You watched as he folded them neatly and placed them on his desk, his erection drooling precum as he worked. You were right, his balls were large, they bounced against his thigh as he sat back down, "go one" he presented himself to you and you hungrily reveled in your earnings.

Stroking his cock with one hand, you gripped his thigh for balance as you sucked one of his nuts into your mouth. Releasing it with a loud, wet pop before sucking on the other. Erwin gently played with your hair, watching his student diligently suck and lick at his tightening ball sack.

"Just a bit more and then I'll have you answer a couple more questions" his voice was so deep and raspy, "if you get them all right I'll change your grade and I'll give you an extra reward for being such a good student for me today."

Erwin finished the last of his lesson, face flushed and balls twitching for release in your hands. For a few moments he let out low groans as he watched you worshiping his cock, his large hands pushing your hair from your face so he could look into your eyes.

"Good girl, just a little bit more then you have to swallow it all okay?" You nodded in understanding before dedicating yourself to making Erwin cum. Little moans and left his lips, his fingers raking through your hair trembled a bit as he got closer and closer to climax, "yes, just like that" he purred, voice rough and low, "such a good girl" he grunted, hands tightly gripping your hair in fists. He pushed you down as he thrusted up into your throat, thick bitter cum filling your mouth. You looked up at him with wet eyes, swallowing his large load as fast as you could before the excess could spill out.

Erwin caught his breath, hands releasing your hair slowly. Strands that had broken in his tight grip clung to his skin as he leaned back, cock twitching between your lips. A few more spurts filled your mouth again before you finally removed it. Licking your lips you waited to find out what happens next, thrilled beyond belief at the wild sexy ideas rapidly churning in your mind.

"Three questions, then your reward if you get them all correct" he smiled down at you, you nodded your head and waited with baited breath, "we'll just do vocabulary to make things easy, one: humanism."

"A philosophy during the Renaissance that valued human thoughts and ideas. It led to the study of classical writings and art" you answered shakily, your heat desperate for whatever reward was in store for you.

"Good, two: printing press" Erwin ran his fingers through his own hair, watching you look up at him needily.

"A machine for reproducing written material with ink" your thighs trembled below you, you could feel the stick wetness in your panties squishing as you rubbed your legs together.

"Three: indulgence" he chewed his lip, eyes fluttering closed as he waited for your answer.

"A pardon that released someone from punishment for their sins" you whispered out the answer, awaiting the sinful reward you were bound to receive.

"Very good" he stood up, cock half hard smacking against his thigh as he moved his chair, "remove your pants" he said over his shoulder as he pushed the chair against the wall. You did as requested, excited to feel him inside you, "elbows on the desk" he turned to face you as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting the cotton button up fall off his shoulders before he tugged off the white undershirt. You stood in awe of him for a moment, drinking in the sight of his beautifully chiseled body.

You turned and pressed your elbows and palms on the desk, feeling a little nervous about his eyes on your exposed holes. You gasped as his large, warm hands gently ran down your ass then thighs. You heard him moving behind you, your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for him to do something. A surprised moan escaped you at the feeling of his tongue dragging over your slit, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he began a steady pace for lapping at your soaked cunt.

"Fuck" you breathed out, face pressed against the desk as Erwin earnestly devoured your pussy. He didn't let up as you trembled, his face pushing hard against you as he held your legs open, "oh my god!" You gasped as he inserted a finger, pushing deep inside you as he kept licking and sucking at your folds. He moved his finger inside you steadily faster and faster pulling whines and moans from your lips.

"You taste delicious" he purred, breath hot against your wet skin. He leaned back to watch his finger disappearing inside you before adding a second, making you moan even louder, "quiet down a bit" he chuckled, "the room isn't sound proof" he got back to eating you as you tried, and failed, to keep your voice down. A few more loud moans, muffled a bit by your hands, left you before your pussy began spasming around his fingers just on the edge of climax. He chuckled as he pulled out of you, standing up he pressed the head of his cock against your hole.

"Please Professor Smith" you begged, wiggling your ass impatiently, his strong hand holding your hip as he slowly impaled you, "amazing!" You mewled as his girth stretched you, a low groan left him once he was fully buried in you.

"Ready?" He murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck.

"Yes, please fuck me sir!" You whined and he quickly gave it to you. His hips slamming into you over and over, large balls slapping your clit pulling back strings your arousal each time they swayed away again. Erwin held your waist tightly, gruff moans in the back of your neck as he filled you with his cock.

"I'd love to have some more extra study sessions with you in the future" he purred in your ear as he slowed his hips, feeling your pussy trembling from your first orgasm, "I think it would really benefit you to have more one on one tutoring from me" he slammed in hard and stayed put, "right baby girl?" He kissed down the back of your neck as you whimpered out yes a few times.

Large, hot hands feathered up your stomach under your shirt until he reached your breasts. His mouth still connected to your nape as he kneaded the supple flesh, his hips began slowly moving again. He thrusted slowly, fully to the hilt before pulling almost completely out again. He kept the slow pace for a few minutes as he murmured about how amazing it felt to be inside you. Erwin pulled you up with him as stood up a bit, hands still on your breasts as he fucked up into you.

"Take your shirt off and sit on my desk" he breathed out as he released you. Head fuzzy and legs barely able to hold you up you did as he said, sitting completely bare on his desk Erwin smiled lazily and looked you up and down before standing between your thighs. He pulled your ass to the edge until your pussy hit his cock, "ready?" He smiled, inserting himself before you could even finish saying yes. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he fucked you, your hands holding his biceps as his hands wandered your exposed skin.

"So good, so good!" You whined out, hanging your head back as the second orgasm washed over you. Erwin leaned down to kiss your throat, nipping gently at the skin as his hips slowed down again. He pushed you onto your back, hands squeezing your breasts as he watched his cock push into you.

"I'm close" he whispered, grabbing your legs by the backs of your knees. Erwin pressed your knees to your chest, fucking as deep into you as he possibly could. Moving slowly to feel every inch of your insides as he could as you moaned and whimpered below him, body overheating and mind completely fucked dumb. A few more thrusts and he pushed all the way in, his cock twitching for release as he forced himself not to cum. Slowly he dragged out of you before exploding white ropes on your stomach and chest.

Erwin let go of your legs and opened one of his drawers on the desk, pulling out a tissue box he attempted to clean you off. His hands shaking and eyes struggling to focus, tissues too weak to soak up the mess he'd made.

"I'm sorry, just give me a moment" he mumbled, cock still drooling cum on his leg as he tried to focus. Instead he dropped to his knees and began eating you out again, overstimulation making it impossible to hold back your moaning. He licked up your slit then over your stomach, eating his seed off your skin as he slowly rose to his feet again. He murmured apologies as he licked you all over, getting distracted from the task of getting his cum off you to suck on your nipples.

"Please, professor" you whined, head hung back as he fingered you and sucked on your breasts, "it's too much, I can't handle any more" you whimpered, hands pawing at his muscular back.

"Just a little more" he smiled against your skin, "I'm getting hard again, do you think you can hold out for a little long?" You looked up at him through hazy eyes, Erwin was disheveled in the sexiest way imaginable. The thought that this man was so desperate to get his cock back inside you enough to make your pussy pulse around his fingers.

"I can take it" you watched his eyes fill with delight as he stood up.

"Thank you" he purred, "you're the best student I've ever had" his breath hitched as he pushed his cock back inside your overused hole, his shape still fucked into you he slid in easily. You let your professor have his way with you for another round, this one much shorter than the last. He at least had you suck him as he finished, cumming in your mouth required less cleanup. The two of you spent and panting, sitting on the floor of his office he pulled you into his wide chest, planting sloppy kisses on your cheek.

"Professor Smith?" You swallowed nervously, the reality of it all hitting you.

"Call me Erwin" he purred back, kissing down your neck.

"Now what?" You held back a whine in reaction to his lips on your skin.

"Well," he sat up straight and cleared his throat, "why don't we schedule your extra study sessions for Fridays" he smiled, "you'll be a top student in no time."

#aot fanfiction #erwin smith #erwin smut #erwin smith x reader #erwin has been on my mind lately and I ended up writing this #i wanted him to be a history professor and the only subject i could think about was the renaissance #its up to you to decide if he does this all the time or if you're special #i almost had reader calling him daddy but i went with sir instead because that felt less cringe~

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Mr Smith

Pairing: Erwin x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, preschool teacher Erwin, little Armin, flirting, becoming a couple, small town AU

Concept: You're good friends with Armin's single dad and help him out with his son. When he gets busy with work, you take over looking after Armin because you work from home. You take Armin to preschool and meet the teacher he loves, Mr Smith. Erwin takes an instant like to you and over time asks you out on a date.

Tagging fellow Erwin simp @ladycheesington <3

Armin played with your necklace as you held him and carried him towards preschool. He talked to you about Greek Gods he knew about and how his teacher was like Apollo. He got excited when you told him about Gods you knew and liked.

You pushed the door open for the school and made your way to his room. "You ready for today?"

Armin nodded. "Yes. I have a fun lunch."

You hummed a laugh. "I'm glad you're looking forward to what I made for you." You opened his classroom door and blushed when you saw his handsome teacher. "Oh, wow. Hello Apollo."

Armin giggled. "Mr Smith!"

Erwin turned to look at Armin. His cheeks burned when he took you all in. He felt a shiver run through him and his heart throb. He prayed to whoever was listening that you were single. He moved closer and shook Armin's little hand. "Good to see you again, little man. You ready for today?"

Armin nodded. "Yes sir!"

Erwin chuckled and looked at you. "And who is this with you?"

"Daddy's friend!"

You gave your name. "I'm friends with Armin's dad. He's working earlier for a few weeks, so I offered to help out."

Erwin nodded. "Right, well I'll need you to fill out a guardian form."

"Sure thing." You put Armin on his feet and crouched. "I'm going to go with Mr Smith, okay? Do you need help with your bag and shoes?"

Armin shook his head. "I'm okay!" He leaned up and kissed your cheek. "Bye-bye!"

You hummed a laugh and waved to him as he ran to his cubby to take his things off. "Cutie." You stood up and looked up at the tall broad-shouldered muscular man. "So, Mr Smith."

"Erwin, please." He referred to his desk. "This way and I'll get that form."

"Thanks." You walked with him and smiled. "So, you like kids? Bet you're a great dad."

Erwin blushed. "Ah, I'm not a dad."

You tilted your head. "Wife not want them?"

He placed a form on his desk. "No wife or girlfriend. I haven't found the right one yet."

You took a pen and filled out the form. "Well, you are a catch. Any woman would be lucky to be with you."

He looked down at the form. "Is there a fella too who might collect instead sometimes?"

You looked up at Erwin. "I'm single if that's what you're asking. I'm in the same situation as you." You smiled a little. "Haven't found the right one."

Erwin took the form and felt a bubble of excitement. "Thank you for the form and uh...I look forward to seeing you again."

"Me too." You waved to Armin as he stopped playing for a bit. You giggled before smiling at Erwin. "I better get going. Bye."

Erwin gave you a smitten smile and waved. "Bye." He let out a long sigh as soon as you left. He frowned when he felt a tug on his trouser leg. He looked down at Connie. "Yes, Connie?"

Connie gave him a big grin. "You like that pretty lady!"

Sasha jumped around. "Pretty lady! Pretty lady! Mr Smith likes pretty lady!"

Erwin blushed. "Come on you two, let's start our day."

Erwin was nervous but excited. He'd been getting closer to you over the past week. You'd stay for a bit in the morning and at the end of school. He'd talk with you for ages until you had to go home. He'd been talking to Armin about you. He had learned so much about you.

He perked up when Armin came running in. "Armin! Hello!"

Armin grinned. "I told her no coffee."

"Thank you."

You walked in and groaned. "Morning Erwin. Sorry if I'm grumpy, but this little one said I'm banned from coffee."

Erwin chuckled. "Sorry, that was me who asked him."

Your brow raised. "Oh? Why's that?"

Erwin cleared his throat. "Well, today we're having a tea party." He walked closer to you. "And I was hoping you would be my date."

You folded your arms. "This a joke thing, oooor?"

Erwin's cheeks burned. "R-Real." He gulped hard. "I w-want to take you on a date if that's okay? I know it is where I work..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Now that I think about it, it's silly and I'm pressuring."

"I'd love to."

Erwin perked up. "Really?"

You hummed a laugh and nodded. "Really." You nibbled your lip. "So, where is our table?"

Erwin smiled in delight. "This way."

You walked with Erwin to a little table with safe coffee on the table. You sat down and hummed a laugh as the little kids around you. You smiled as they tucked into the juice and snacks Erwin had put out for them. You grinned at Erwin when he sat close to you and handed you your coffee.

You sipped your drink and paused. "Mm, this is my favourite." You locked eyes with him. "How did you know?"

"Armin." He looked over at Armin and his friends watching you both before giggling at being caught. "Looks like we have supporters."

You smiled at the kids. "Well, they have great taste." You looked Erwin in the eyes. "We'd make a great couple."

Erwin's cheeks burned harder. "Yes, I think we would." He reached over and held your hand. "We'd be perfect for each other."

You hummed a laugh. "This is the perfect date by the way. I love it."

Erwin entwined his fingers with yours as he walked down the road in the cosy and close town that you both called home. He was a little shy walking through town now you were dating for a while, mainly because everyone knew him as the son of the mayor and the owner of the local preschool. Plus, all the little kids knew him.

Erwin tugged you against him and wrapped his arm around you. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. "I love you."

You looked up at him. "I love you too."

He picked you up making you squeal. "You are so beautiful." He held you and kissed you. He smiled when he heard giggling. "We're being watched."

You looked over the road to see Connie and Sasha holding hands with both of their parents watching over them. "Hi, Connie and Sasha. Hi mums and dads."

Erwin put you on your feet and waved. "Hello." He cleared his throat. "Enjoy the festival my dad organised today."

You snorted a laugh. "I guess we can only get privacy in my home."

He hummed and held you close as he walked with you. "You're right."

You nibbled your lip. "Wanna come over mine?"

Erwin stiffened up. "Please."

You giggled as you pulled him along to your sweet home that Erwin was very familiar with. You pushed your door open which was never locked because your town was so safe. You turned to Erwin and pulled him inside. "Close the door and lock it."

"Lock it?"

You giggled. "That's right."

Erwin fumbled with the door before diving for you and wrapping you up in his arms. "You are divine."

You bent backwards and giggled. "You're so incredibly handsome."

Erwin crashed his lips against yours as a big hand ran up your back and the other grabbed your bum. He yanked you against him. He bit your lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth. He moaned in delight as you kissed him back with just as much love and passion as he had for you. He stumbled with you and decided to lift you up. He carried you to the sofa and sat down with you on his lap.

You pulled from his lips and admired his messy hair. Erwin had always had his hair tamed back at work, but when he was with you and on dates he put no products in it. You loved how soft it was under your fingers. You ran your fingers down and looked deeply into his ocean blue eyes.

Erwin massaged your buttcheeks. "What are you looking at?"

You smiled a little. "Your wonderful blue eyes." You lightly touched under his eyes. "I love gazing into them."

"Well, I like it when you do because it means I get to look back at you." He turned his head and kissed your hand. "I love looking at you. You're so beautiful. I just want to shower you with kisses."

You nibbled your lip as your hands ran down his chest. "I'm so glad I met you."

"Me too. You're my future." He shifted and put his hand in his pocket. "I was planning something, but there are eyes on us everywhere we go. So, this is our only private place." He showed you a little box. He opened it to reveal a ring as he said your name. "Marry me."

You nodded loads and offered your hand. "Yes! Yes Erwin!"

He chuckled and put your ring on before throwing the box and crashing his lips against yours. "I love you so much."

"I love you, Erwin."

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tonks-21 · 6 months

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"Just for you to know..." | Erwin x reader | Modern AU College AU | Corvey's chest ire67

Resume: locked up in the library with your ex-history professor.

Word count: +2000 words

Reader: !gn reader

Tw: +18

“Oh, could you fuck yourself, please?” you swore that math problem couldn’t be solved that way. Even if you copied it from the blackboard yourself. This new teacher you have had was shit.

Near you, some meters back in the shelves of the library, was a blond-haired, blue-eyed tall man. Even if you couldn’t see him, your History professor, Erwin Smith, was glaring intently at you. As he did so many times, without you noticing, of course. He would kill himself if you did. He knew it was inappropriate, he knew it, and even so, you were the light of his eyes, the only star he could ask for. Even more than that. You were like that kind of poem you would reread infinitely without caring about anything else.

At Shiganshina College School, as in all the others, the professor-student relationship was seen as a taboo. Sure, students were commonly over age, but they were still young and it was seen as something perverted. At some point, even he saw it that way, but the adoration his heart had for you was painful like anything else.

You were strong yourself, you were independent, confident, disciplined, fairfull, fearless… And your face, oh god, your smile drove him crazy. When you smiled, he felt his stomach flip. And when you laugh it was like a chill ocean mesmerized him.

But that all changed some weeks ago. You arranged a professor switch. He didn’t know why. Nor what he did wrong. Why would you want to do that? You were a top student in every sense of the name at his class. So why? That bothersome thought have had been in his mind since then. He couldn’t keep you out of his head.

This institution, as some of the most antique liberal ones, let the students set their preferences in terms of the professors they wanted to be teached by. But he was confused, why would you do that?… It was an endless cycle of revising all his past interactions with you, everything you made, everything you said… But he ended up with the same question with which he started. Why? Why had to be you from all his students? He just couldn’t explain it to himself.

He left the book he initially came for, leaving the place.

Hours later, you were about to exit that library which’s air was already weighing you down. You packed up your things, putting the pens and the highlighters in your suitcase, as well as itself and your books and notes in the bag. Maybe you had to think about a change of bag, it was already worn out and somewhat torn to the side.

To only step before the two huge doors that seemed unopened.

“Shit, what?” You murmured, still making failed attempts to open it. “Oh, fine, marvellous” giving the wooden form of it a light punch you took some steps behind.

Before you could took your phone, you saw a figure form in your left. When you turned around, you couldn’t believe what your eyes were seeing. Erwin, your old history professor, there, the one that you tried to avoid the most that you even switched classes.

“Hey” he only said.

“Hey”

“It seems we are kind of stuck here, uh?” the Smith murmured with that low tone you loved.

Yeah, you were enchanted by your History professor. And that’s why you decided doing so for the best. Your califications weren’t suffering, but you were. It was such an impossible thing to just ignore all the stomach empty sensation, the breathless sentiment, the way your eyes sinked everytime he was in your vision camp… It was just so uncomfortable.

You knew it was bad, but your heart surely didn’t care and that was dangerous. That relationship would be an aberration, in a sense, and you were sure he couldn¡t feel the same. I mean, he was him, Erwin Smith, he, from all the people, couldn’t like you for the simple reason you probably woruldn’t click. He was a man with a tidy life, a steady job and something he was determined to do until the end of his days. He was, what people call now, already "settled down". You obviously didn’t. I mean, you, a messy-A student, a young woman with a lot of things bumping on her head everyday, not even with the job you want, less with the life you want to make to yourself, how could you settle this uncertain destiny to someone that settled? You didn’t reach anymore than that question. You didn’t want to either.

“Yeah”you signed.

But you were now here, with the man of your dreams in front of you. And you didn’t even know how to deal with this situation.

You took your phone, and, even if the 45% of battery hit your eye reflection, you said, with an hopeful tone “Uh, fuck, I don’t have battery. Could you call the secretariat?”

He took a breath, like thinking for a moment and, without even taking his phone, he replied with a laugh “Um… I don’t have battery either!”

You signed, knowing that if you tell it was a lie and you actually had for some calls, he would think you are a strange person. So you stayed there, on your feet, not knowing what to say.

“I guess the only thing is left for us is just.. wait until we can get out of here” the blond murmured, like wanting to not let die the conversation.

“I guess” you afirmed, moving a bit your shoulders, uncomfortable because of the weight of your backpack.

“Uh, let me help you with that”he said, even if you were already putting it down, Erwin did it for you.

“Thanks” you said.

Kind.

As always.

So why? Why did you left?

Thought him, brushing his fingers, looking for a distraction..

“If this is gonna be that long, as you said, I’d just sit here and wait” you said, sitting on the very floor. With a mumble, he did the same.

After sometime looking into nothingness, he got a bit more comfortable, pushing his strong back to the shelves full on books, making himself comfortable. Not only because every second seemed longer, pushing him to talk or do something to let you know the chaos you created in him.

You saw him from the side of your eye, play a bit with his hands before talking aganfinally.

“Can I ask you a question?

“Sure, I guess”

“I guess?”

“I mean, if we are going to stay here like, all night, better talk. If you don’t want to read a book instead”

You were out of words and, at the same time, talking, and that was dangerous.

“No, I’m good with just talking…”he said, for the way his voice sounded, you knew he was smiling. You could easily recreate that cute expression printed on his face.Every detail, every feature, every millimeter of it… “So… If you don’t mind me asking.. why did you switch classes? I know you are with Jaeger, with Grisha”you noticed despise in his tone when he pronounced that name.

The question hit you like a rock, you knew it was coming, but you don’t know how to answer, and you never knew how to improvise. You really were a nerd in that terms.

“Um…” you started, not knowing how to follow “It’s just… This semester just started so hectic, you know, and I just thought a practice subject could help me taking less time than a theory one”

Yeah, it was a bad excuse, but you thanked anything that was jumping between your last neurones working after that “practice easy subject” of yours for been able to make it up.

“Oh, I see”

“Yeah”

Some seconds passed, he was no longer playing with his fingers, his eyes were observing you intently something. At first, you thought it was a book from the shelve that was before you two, but then realized it was the nothingless itself.

“Yn” he called you by your name. He never have had called you by your name. “You are an A student, you may not be the best at studying or like your subjects the most, but you always push it through. And you always, with no steption, go for the best and the maximum you can. God, sometimes I eve question again how you could deal with your own subjects, one extra project, one dabete, one journalist report.. and I don’t know what more that semester last year… You are disciplined and capable enough, and I know it.. I know it really well. So, now I want the truth

Erwin’s words left you astonished. Yeah, you were greeted al the time, but it was like nothing of that mattered if your favorite professor told you this. It felt so special you were going to cry.

You tried to calm down and looked at the front, breathed some times. Then looked at him. He was no longer your professor, and you were young and irresponsible. Just as you thought that many times earlier that two long months it took you to make that decision.

And you prepared to fait, to his refuse answer. You felt stupid. Trying something you knew how would it come. Well, it was as stupid as the math problems you were doing just some minutes before.

“I like you, Professor Smith”

His astonished face turning that fast to look at you surprised you less than you thought, his neck uncomfortable because of the position.

“that’s a fact. A fact that you don’t need, and, obviously, what I’m saying, won’t take care. But a fact in the end. So, for the food of the two of us, I decided for the good. It was better just don’t see you, seeing in that way a form of forget you”

That got out of your mouth dry as a dessert, not even looking at him anymore, your eyes connected with the wooden floor. You noticed there were more marks on it that in theother corridors. Logic, it was the entrance to the place. That place you were looked up with your professor. Ex-professor. A place, in which you’ll have to be in with him knowing this. At least, it couldn’t go worst.

“What… what made you feel this way?” out of the blue, you heard him ask you a question you didn’t have predicted at all.

You laughed at the irony of the situation “I don’t know, it could have been your kind actions towards the others.. or your protective caracter, or your voice, that low tone that.. fuck, it drives me crazy; or even your blond perfect hair just perfect, laying gracely on top of your head; your stupidly tall height” you heard him laugh, and your smile turned into another laugh, filling the less tensed up ambience “Or those stupid blue eyes you have… Probably a combination of all that with a bead of… you. I don’t know, it’s undescriptable. Nearly an unsolvable anagram” you said, looking at the now so interesting books in that shelve just infront of you two.

“You know, you too are an unsolvable anagram”he murmured, making his voice sound even lower. You turned to meet his eyes already looking so focused in yours.

“What are you saying?”

“Yn, deluded, have you eyes in your face? What were them all this time?”

“What?”all that shit that he wassaying was the real unsolvable thing here “What are you saying?”

“I thought you already saw me everytime I loose my eyes on you. While you are concentrated, that serious but humorous expression of yours… your face when you laugh,, talk, do nearly whatever” he lightly laughed, and it was the cutest thing your eys were graced with “fuck, i’m nearly obseseed with you, and you didn’t noticed? I was worried for nothing…”he looked away while saying this.

“So… live me a second… you just said you thought I switched classes because I thought you were a creep?” you turned seating again, while looking at him surprised.

He buried his head in his hand, frustrated, breathing heavily “yeah”

“Oh, shit!” now the one laughing lightly was you “Fuck, so…”

“Yeah” you two laughed.

He also turned completely to you, making less space between you two.

“What a pair of idiots” he said.

“Yeah. So smart called and all, but..:”

“Kinda” he smiled widely.

“So…” at that point your bodies were that near you could breath his own.

You tried to say so, but he just smiled, again, nodding “yeah”.

Even if your glance was nervous and changing before, now, your eyes were trapped into his. And you knew it at that moment. You didn’t need words.

You took air before doing what you’ve been doing in your dreams in that last lonely nights.

When your nose touched his, you two felt that explosive electriveness even in your gut. Nuzzling it in his face, your mouth wanted to reach already his leaps, but he asked first.

“Could I kiss you?” that was adorable from him, and you could just nod lightly, already exploring the last space between you and him.

The touch of his lips was just like heaven, soft and tender, not even rough. It was a slow kiss, as you could hear every romantic song you knew playing up in your head.

But something was wrong in that head of yours, you parted the kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.. It’s…”you couldn’t say it, it was too painful as your stupid heart was still downing you into that heaven-like kiss.

“Inapropiate, yeah, I know. I obviously know, Yn. That’s why I didn’t tell you. And I wouldn’t if you didn’t… God” he layed against the shelves, at it looked that good that you had to look away “I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it! And what did I do? Follow it up!God, i’m the most irresponsible teacher ever” it was shown he was feeling so bad about it.

And who could not? You were like that form the start, god, you were like that since you had fallen for him. But Erwin? All the pressure was on him. The older, the professor. The professor kissed his student. It never came the other way around. It was clear abuse of power and you couldn't do nothing about it, even if you wanted. It was just like that. No exceptions.

But you loved him. So you talkedyour voice out loud.

“Hey, hey” you called, taking in between your hands his sloping shoulders “It’s not your fault. You wouldn’t have done anything if I didn’t say that to you. It’s not your fault… Not at all”

The way he looked at you with that thanking puppy eyes made your heart melt. In a mere second, you thought of a life together with him. A nice apartment, maybe a dog, a huge warm bed, a boring routine that wasn’t boring at all as you two made it work… That thought caused you fear. Fear of never can change that if it started. You got back in your movements, getting your arms far from his figure.

He noticed in a second and changed the expression to one of worry “Sorry, i’m doing it again! Fuck…”

When you two separated a bit, you already felt longing for the warmth of his body next to yours. You sign, out of yourself, asking him “I need to know… If we weren’t professor and student… would you…?”

He took a moment “Have you seen yourself? You are perfect, obviously I would”

That made you smile “I’m not as perfect as you think”

“No, I know that. But I love the way you try everyday to be perfect while not been so. That’s the most act of power a human could do. And that’s what made me fall for you”hee confessed, looking without any hesitation at you.

You didn’t need more, you thought, to let the destiny decide for you two. But for now, you wanted to decide yourself.

Getting closer to Erwin, you surrounded his neck with your arms, letting them rest on his shoulders, feeling protected there, not caring about anything else, not even about the situation with your professor you were in. It was just you and him. No titles. No rules unless the ones you two set up with your bodies. And the possessive kiss that involved you both.

That made you feel so much more than you thought a simple lips contact could make you feel. Pressure in your lungs, tensing muscles everywhere, search for more with your own mouth, just eating his out.

He seemed to feel the same fast blood running his veins, as his glance at you while resting both heads together was one of full tiredness of waiting for that moment and the plenitude of knowing that he could sleep well this night, that tomorrow you will be by his side.

“Just for you to know” he said then.

“These stupid blue eyes are yours. Now, and forever”

Even if he could loose his job, even if your stinky life would be known in your name, that didn’t matter. It only mattered the incompressible way you two felt for each other that could break any of that taboos shit.

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