#professor erwin smith

[liyahsun]

The Reward | Erwin Smith College AU

18+ Content | Minors DNI

Summary: You are a senior who attends a local college and are one of the top students in professor Erwin Smith's class. You've been given your exam back, with a considerate note.

Featured: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman (mentioned)

Word Count: 6.5k

Chapter Contents: female reader, consenting adult professor/student relationship, smut, cunnilingus (giving and receiving), fingering, deep penetration, breeding kink, spanking, dry humping, authority kink, possible future together, fluff, mutual pining

Disclaimer/ Author's Note: This upcoming scenario involves a college setting with both parties being adults. We wanted something for junior or senior college students (those who have graduated high school and are 21-22 years or older) to relate to. We do NOT condone pedophilia or minors willingly having sex with teachers or adults, grooming, and so on. Once again, this is strictly a college setting with both parties being adults. Please do not misconstrue or feel that there are nefarious intentions. Thank you very much and we hope you enjoy!

Co-written with my talented friend and fellow Erwin simp: @rosethorns10

Turning to face his students, he says, "Miss (y/n) excelled on this unit's essay. May the rest of you follow her example." She looks down and sees the discreet note next to her grade.

Please meet with me in my office after class for a discussion.

Upon arriving at his office, his door is cracked slightly open.

You knock as etiquette, him calling for you to come in.

"Ah, I see you've read my note. Please, have a seat."

A moment of silence follows.

"So, I've been meaning to congratulate you on your high scores. In all my years of teaching, I haven't had a student as ambitious and hard-working as you."

He places his hand on the desk, nearly touching yours.

"That's admirable." He gives a warm smile.

He starts again, "You know, excuse me for this may come off as forward, but, I'd like for you to stop by and have dinner at my place. Of course, this will stay between us, I'll cook. That is, if you feel comfortable. I want to reward you for your hard work. Bring family or friends if you insist."

You've been wanting this for a while if you were being completely honest with yourself. Has he been thinking about this too? After some consideration, the two of you set the schedule for a Friday night.

He has given you the address, not familiarizing yourself with the zip code, finding yourself in a middle-upper class neighborhood near the college.

The house presents itself to you, a quaint one on the corner. There are trees at the front and a few small lanterns illuminating the driveway. Only one car, and you recognize it with the college decal. In case things go south, you back your car up the driveway and stop a foot away from his car. Taking a deep breath you attempt to relax, turning your car off, nerves settling in. Stepping out of the car and locking it, you smell what he's cooking. You can't tell what it is, and your stomach growls loudly.

Bringing yourself to the doorway, you can't help but notice the potted plants within the porch area. Snake plants, peace lilies, and a few more you don't recognize. You ring the doorbell and knock, nervously waiting for him to approach.

As you wait anticipating what is to come of tonight, you wonder if someone from the college will see you, so you turn around and watch the road. The door opens behind you, cool air and the smell of dinner rush out and hits your nape. You quickly turn back around, and he's standing there in the doorway. A towel hanging over his shoulder, he's wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, jeans, and loafers. You feel breathless; you've never seen him look so informal. His hair's as neat as ever, and he says, "Good evening, would you like to come in?"

Shyly, you reply, "Good evening, Professor, and thank you." He lets you enter his house, and you look around. Unlike his minimalistic office, the house actually feels like a home. You thought he was only someone who enjoyed books, but cooking? Plants? You'd never expected him to be so...cultured like this. Not wanting to make the floors dirty, you remove your shoes and put them near the door. Seeing he has caught you off guard, he wants to make you feel comfortable. He says, "Welcome to my humble abode. Come on. Dinner's almost ready."

As if he were able to read your mind, he nodded his head to an area by the door as you look at him with your belongings in hand. Placing them there, you proceed to ask him where the bathroom is to wash your hands briefly. Coming back out, he's setting the last of the food on the dining table.

"Please, allow me," he pulls an antique-looking chair for you.

The table was wooden but polished. He was a man of interior design to some degree, he had to have been. Each color of every visible room to your curious eyes agrees with each other. One who set foot in here could tell he put thought and consideration into his home. Attractive.

"Thank you." You respond shyly.

He sits opposite of you. To say the meal looked and smelled delicious would be an understatement. The meats cooked to perfection and the sides presented to effortlessly.

"Well, I am glad you could make it, I was really looking forward to this. Enjoying a dinner with you."

There goes that warm smile again, and your heart feels as if it were fluttering. Your stomach too.

"So was I, and thank you for inviting me once again! Wow, the food looks amazing! And, your house is beautiful," you say all at once as you pick up the silverware.

A smirk appears on his face, and then you stop as you become embarrassed. He has never heard you make such an outburst like that, for you were always so meticulous and serious in his class. You look down at the food, your hands somewhat shaking from the adrenaline and your heart racing.

You hear him chuckling, and then he says, "Well, thank you for the compliments. Since you did the very best out of everyone, including the upperclassmen, I thought you should have an excellent dinner."

You look up at him and find yourself shocked. He looked younger like this, carefree even. He's not the intimidating teacher whose units were the bane of some of the students' existence. He's simply someone who actually gives a damn.

"Please, if you would, just call me Erwin. We're not on campus, so let there be no formalities between us," he invites, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Ah, yes, of course! Erwin" his name rolled out your mouth so naturally. Like it was meant to be said by you. It must have affected him too as you saw him shift in his seat a little.

Were you supposed to see that?

Some moments go by. It's a comfortable silence except for the clanking of the silverware against the plate.

Your voice interjects, "Erwin, this dish is amazing! Where'd you learn to cook like this?"

"My father. He was a man of many talents. He's what got me into the field of teaching, it's why I'm so passionate during lectures." He takes another bite, after his eyes locking with yours.

"(Y/n), I hope that you're finding everything alright. I want you to know [that] you can stay as long as you please. Your company is much appreciated, no rush," he smiles again.

It wasn't the same smile he'd shoot you on campus. No. This one felt more endearing. The way he was looking into your eyes; your mind, body and soul.

"Yes...of course," you manage to barely muster out, as your breath was literally taken from you as you noticed how gorgeous his blue eyes were up close--the light sprinkle of freckles on his nose and cheeks, the softness of his plus lips. Those lips that spoke so intelligently.

The softness of his neat hair that was now slightly tousled. He looked so at ease and at peace in this very moment, and you wondered if you contributed to any of that feeling.

You feel his foot brush against yours under the table. He pulls back, him feeling it may have been a mistake, but to his reassurance, you place your foot atop of his, massaging it slightly.

He chuckles, and you give him a shy smile and continue eating. Seeing you are now relaxed, he allows you to continue.

"I never asked you what you'd like to drink. What would you like?" he inquires, and you think for a moment.

Would it be overstepping if you had asked him for wine? Wine would compliment everything.

You decide to be bold.

"If it's not too much to ask, do you have any wine?" you ask, and he replies, "Of course I do, and it's not too much to ask." He stands up and quickly goes to the kitchen, his body somewhat turned away from you.

Was he...hiding something? Did something happen to him? Was he hurting? What hap-

You look at the kitchen's doorway and wonder if he was hiding something.

What have you done? He was walking just fine a few minutes ago...wasn't he?

He comes back with the bottle of wine and two glasses, and you ask, "Are you all right? Is something wrong?"

Going to your side and putting a glass just beyond the placemat, he replies, "I'm quite all right. Thank you."

Breaking the seal of the bottle, he opens it in front of you so that he could seem the perfect gentleman. He doesn't want you to be alarmed or think he's taking advantage of you. A student in his house...many things could go wrong. He pours a little bit into your glass, and you swirl it around before smelling it. You take a small sip, and it's to your liking.

"How is it?" he asks, and you reply, "It's good."

Your exposed neck is driving him crazy as he stands just off to the side behind you. He finds himself being slowly aroused by it, and you turn your head ever so slightly.

He's not moving, and so you ask, "Erwin?"

"Hmmm?" he manages to respond, and you sweep your hair to one side and say, "You know, if you'd like to, just ask."

After a moment of whether he should be truthful or turn you down, he begins, "I don't want you thinking I invited you here and expected you to- "

"You're too disciplined and very much a gentleman; however, you're hiding your erection from me. Please know I'm actually quite comfortable now," you softly coax, surprising him that you had caught onto his behavior so quickly.

He sighs, "(Y/N)..."

He fills your glass halfway and puts the bottle down, and you take a nice, long sip. He kisses your cheek and then moves his way down to your neck, and your head lolls to one side as you sigh.

"I must confess I enjoy you being in my class. You've become, undeniably, my favorite student since you're meticulous and come prepared," he whispers in your ear before turning your chin so that you could look at him.

He looks so sweet...and kind. He had always been so...alluring when lecturing in...

He stops what he's doing and begins to pull away. Quickly, he says, "I apologize. I've gone too far."

You grab his wrist gently and look up at him, "no, it's okay. I want this. I've been wanting this. I've been wanting you, Erwin." Your hand slowly trails up his forearm and-

Goodness his bicep is firm.

He watches you admire his hard work.

Is there anything this man doesn't do?

"You're my favorite professor," you kiss his arm seductively,

"and all those moments when your eyes would linger on me, and when you'd turn your back I'd linger back"

He chuckles.

"And I've felt them, your eyes looking at more than just the board"

He was at ease again.

You blush and look down. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

He noticed. I thought he wouldn't notice much since I don't talk often.

She doesn't socialize with many people at school. Is she lonely? She smells so good...her shampoo...she switched it up this time.

Realizing there's a comfortable silence between you both, you say, "Well, it's not everyday you have a very handsome professor. I thought you wouldn't notice."

He murmurs, "Of course I would. I've noticed that you don't socialize much. May I ask why?"

For a moment you gather your thoughts.

"I've always been one to go to class for strictly the lecture, take my notes, and leave. I suppose I could start participating more in class discussions I just don't know how to bring myself to do so," you answer honestly.

He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin in the crook of your neck, sending shivers of delight through you. Your lower region pulsing beyond your control.

He whispers against your ear, "that's alright, I could help you come out of your shell, with time of course. Small acheivements. I am already so fond of all your hard work." He kisses your ear taking a bit of it between his warm lips.

Against your attempt to hold it back, a whimper escapes your parted lips followed by a soft moan.

He hums against you, savoring this delicate moment. So many days of lectures he'd think about you. How beautiful you looked when being so focused in class. How you trusted him at this very moment and wanted him too. How some days he'd look forward to the class you were in just to see your face.

You turn your face to the side he is at and kiss him. He sighs into it, his grip around you feeling so strong and safe, like this is where you were meant to be. Taking initiative you lick his lower lip asking for entrance, and he opens so wantingly for you. He tastes the wine he just poured you, earning an audible moan from him. He is entranced by you, and you by him.

Your hand reaches his waist, tugging at the hem of his shirt to come down. He gets down on one knee beside you, pulling you to sit on his lifted thigh. Legs on either side of his thigh, you find yourself in the closest proximity you've ever been with him.

"Erwin," you say softly, holding his face. He calls your name, just as softly, wrapping a strong arm across your lower back pulling you into him, resulting in you grinding into his thigh.

Fuck.

You gasp at the sudden friction, unable to control yourself. You thrust forward again.

He brings his lips to yours, saying against them, "keep doing that, you'll end up making me a mess."

"Maybe, that's what I really want. To see you such a mess. You've always been so neat and put together..." you find yourself whispering before briefly kissing his lips.

His other hand makes its way under your shirt, and you groan and keep thrusting. Seeing his neck wants some attention, you kiss it and begin sucking.

Unable to control himself any longer, he picks you up. Since you want this - he knew that once you started on something, you'd complete it thoroughly until nothing was left of it - he takes his time taking you down the hallway. To feel your body against his, to feel your heat, he had dreamed of this moment. To take you to his room is, to him, surreal. As for you, you don't care where you're going. As long as you're with him, everything makes perfect sense. His cock poking you, your wetness about to seep through your pants, you groan as he opens a door.

The room is dark, and he knows where to put you down. He doesn't care for the lights; at this point, they're unnecessary. Instead of immediately stripping, he wants to take his time with you. Maybe, he could miss the lecture in the morning for once.

He runs his hands under your shirt and removes it, and the moonlight entering the room makes you mesmerized by him looming over you.

Looking down at you, he murmurs, "How beautiful you look."

"Mm thank you[,]" you say hazily. You appreciated the lights remained off as you were shy about your body in his presence, though, you were sure he found you beautiful regardless. His eyes were still so bright in the dimness of the moonlight.

If only this moment alone could last forever.

His hands pulled over your shirt, coming back down to graze under your back--and they seared against your skin, nipples hardening under your bra. Your back arched into him and you pulled him down to kiss him again, passionately.

Through heated kisses[,] you hear him profess your name softly again and again. The sound of the both of your tongues uniting and dancing together alone was harmonious to both of your ears, so sensual. You plant open and hot wet kisses down his neck, placing the heels of your foot into his back, pulling his body down into you. His dick massaging into your dampness, making him pant and roll his hips into in neediness.

His breath is hot into your ear, deep and wanting moans from his grinding into you making you beyond wet. This alone, the two of you swore would cause you to climax on its own, as you both have been wanting this for so long.

He lifts up to take his shirt off, coming back down for skin to skin contact. He melts into [the] softness of your torso, and you relish the firmness of his. Your warm bodies melting so good against the other.

He starts kissing down to peel your bra off with a delicateness he displayed all throughout tonight, even in class.

"Beautiful[,]" he says softly.

He takes you in again for a moment, moonlight accenting your shape. The roundness of your breasts, breasts he wanted in his mouth so badly. In a swift movement[,] he takes both of them in his large hands, fondling and massaging them all while pressing his cock into you again. Coming down he takes a bud into his mouth, swirling slow hot circles around each one. Giving each one the attention they deserve.

It's what you deserve.

He continues kissing downward, your back arching more.

Reaching the hemline of your pants, he unbuttons them and pulls them down. His muscles, accentuated by the moonlight, stun you. His biceps now fully seen, his abs, his chest, the trail leading down his pants...your eyes trail down to his erection, and you find yourself licking your lips and wanting it inside of your mouth. It's making your mouth water, and he loops a single finger to raise your lace panties off your skin.

You find your hips lifting off the bed and obeying him, and he has a gentle, animalistic look in his eyes as takes the hem of your panties in his teeth and pulls them down your thighs. Once past your knees, he removes them with his hands and tosses them onto the floor. As he goes back up to you, he leaves kisses on your legs.

His warm breath sends shivers throughout your body, and then he whispers, "Spread your legs, darling. I want to know what you taste like."

Knowing that his cock was probably hurting to be released or that his pants were about to tear, you murmur, "wait."

He stops and looks at you, and you sit up and reach for his pants. Putting a hand on your nape, he kisses your lips as your fingers unbutton his pants. He groans, for only a small portion of the tension has been released.

You whisper, "I want it, Erwin...I want to see it."

Finding himself obeying you, he removes his pants and boxers. Your eyes land on it, and you find yourself craving it and in awe. It was larger than you thought, his balls hanging as if he had never done this before. Or, has he...? He groans, "There." You touch the head, making him groan again and his cock twitch. Then, you wrap your fingers around it and look up at him. He seems larger than life, and he's wanting to know what you plan to do next.

You lick the head and kiss it, and his head goes back as his eyes close. Slightly surprised that only those small gestures could already do so much, a mischievous smile appears on your face as you continue. Having heard from your roommate's conversation with her friends about where to touch a cock, you keep what she said in your mind and start planting kisses.

He finds himself breathless, the sensations messing with his mind. The worry about the food is now in the back of his mind, and he looks down at you.

Seeing you weren't used to this type-of-thing, he wonders, "Wherever did you learn this? I always took you as - " He groans; you've taken his head in your mouth and are sucking.

He gasps, "Fuck."

Looking up at him, you take your mouth off his cock and smile mischievously. You've never heard him say something so vulgar, and he traces his finger on your bottom lip and asks, "Now, where did you learn that? I thought you were such a good girl."

You lick your lips and murmur, "Nowhere."

"Well...open your mouth...please."

You eagerly open your mouth, and he fills your mouth with his cock as a groan escapes his lips. He holds the back of your head and thrusts, making you muffle with excitement and even more horny. You're now on your knees at the foot of his bed, and he's standing. He looks down at you and smirks. How he had dreamed to see you like this. So submissive, so willing...and so surprising. His cock reaching the back of your throat, he mutters, "Fuck, you feel good."

Hearing him so seductive is music to your ears, and you begin fondling his balls and using your tongue. You want him to come undone; however, being a novice you didn't know what else to do.

Your lips wrap back around his thick head, relaxing your throat to allow his girth more entry.

"Fuck...fuck" he repeatedly moans off more as he cannot find other words in being in so much pleasure. Grabbing ahold of your hair and caressing it through his hands as he did not know what else to do with them.

You take your hands around him, going full force, the squelching sounds from your throat filling the air, making you clench and release around nothing, wetness traveling down your thighs from being so turned on.

You take him out of your mouth, saliva coating his delicious cock.

Teasingly slapping his head against your lips, looking up at him with a devilish glint in your eyes, you say, "who would have thought the professor would get sucked off by his good and quiet student?"

He growls and thrusts abruptly up into your hand in response, losing what was left of his composure.

"Who would have known you're good at papers and being so naughty?" He huskily responds back.

"Come up, I can't take it anymore."

He lifts your body with ease, throwing you onto the bed gently onto your back, immediately pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. His cock bobbed at how glistening your pussy was in the moonlight. He needed to taste you now.

He brought his mouth to your inner thigh, wetly kissing to your awaiting throbbing mess.

"Erwin, yes..." you buck your hips toward his head, as you cannot wait any longer. He takes your legs over his shoulders and delves in, kissing your clit first, following by opening his mouth around it and suckling it gently with a long and deep drawn out moan.

He gives loving licks into your slit and around your throbbing bulb, occasional slurps as you tasted so fucking good to him.

Before you knew it, you feel one of his thick fingers enter inside you as he surrounds your clit again.

It was too much, you'd cum almost insantly. His thick muscle played with you so well, he tasting every bit of wetness that seeped out of you. All you could manage to do was let out the prettiest moans, run your hands through his blonde loc[k]s, and roll your body into his face.

This moment was too good to ever forget. He became the center of your world in this very instant.

Putting another finger into you, he looks up at you and sees your expression of ecstasy and delight. To tease you like this, to play with you like this...

"How beautiful," he murmurs before feeling your walls tighten.

Your moans filling the room, your body nearly loses control of itself. He wants you to finish, but he knows you might not want to just yet. You weren't one to finish quickly anyways. You enjoyed taking your time in class, so why rush now? Why make you finish before he does?

Raising his head, he murmurs, "I want you, my dear, to move up the bed. I can't take it any longer. Let me have you, please. I want you."

You've never heard him beg. He's not one to beg. He's one to give orders. He doesn't beg. But, he's no longer Professor Erwin Smith. He's your Erwin. Breathlessly, you smile at him and do as he requested. He follows you, and the moonlight gives him the mystique once more as he looms over you. He looks for any deviation in your feelings at the moment, and you do the same.

Does he really want to do this...with me?

You think as he brushes a few strands of hair away from his face.

His face is no longer the one you know from school; it's one of someone who you may love more than life. Your face has changed for him; no longer are you the mysterious student in his class who does so well. You're his.

He kisses your lips and positions himself between your legs, and you bring him down so that you could kiss him again. He moans into your mouth, your tongues dancing as his cock probes you. You reach between your legs and stroke him, making him groan and want you more than ever. Kissing your forehead, he murmurs, "Sweetheart...fuck..."

Unable to hold back any longer, he pushes his cock into you slowly. He doesn't want to break you. A loud moan leaves his lips, and your back arches as you struggle to breathe and make sense of anything.

As he makes it to his base, he stays there for a moment and holds you. He knows you need time to adjust to his size, and he murmurs, "When when you're ready, tell me."

You struggle to talk: pain, pleasure, sensitivity, emotions, everything's hitting you all at once. You wonder if you'll be able to take it. Will you chicken out, or will you be able to handle it all?

You look up at him, and he gently inquires, "Are you all right?"

You nodded; for fuck's sake, you've wanted this for the longest time. Make it a night you won't regret.

You do love him, don't you? Hell, you lust for him already, but this, this is much more than that.

You whisper, "Ready."

"Are you sure? Take all the time you need, sweetheart," he whispers as he kisses your forehead.

Moving your hips, you say, "I'm absolutely sure."

He begins to move, and the pain eventually goes away. It's like everything's right in the world, and everything's in its proper place. His grunts become more frequent as his thrusts become deeper, and his arms somehow find their way to hold you close to him. His moans replace his grunts, and your moans take their place next to his as they echo the room.

He kisses you every so often to make sure you feel special. You're not a dream or fantasy any longer. You're here with him, and he wants you to stay. He wants to try something now, and it's just a fleeting thought. He stops and lifts your legs over his shoulders. He wants to bury himself deeper so that you could feel all of him.

Finding your voice, you ask, "What are you doing?"

He answers your question by burying himself deeper and pushing past your cervix, and you cry, "Erwin!"

He looks down at you, his bright eyes now seeming dark, and murmurs, "You're so warm..." As he moves, you can't breathe. He's thrusting deeper, his moans returning to grunts, his pleasure mushrooming in his body as he doesn't give you time to react. His body now on overdrive, he can't think straight.

He kisses you, allowing your breath to come back, and slows his pace.

He whispers, "I'm trying to...fuck, I'm trying to control myself. Did I hurt you?" You shake your head, your body reeling from what just happened.

He can do that? He's capable of that?

He kisses you again, his neatly styled hair now a tousled mess. Wondering what would happen if you messed with his hair some more, you grab the hair at the back of his head and pull down.

Filled with pleasure, he immediately thrusts and groans, "Don't do that. I might not be able to control myself again if you - "

You pull on his hair again, and his back arches as he thrusts into you again.

"You...st-" he can't finish what he's saying. What you're doing is too good. You feel his cock twitching as it waits impatiently for him to begin again, and you wondered what'd he do if-

Maybe, it'll just work.

Pulling the most seductive voice you could muster, you lower your tone and murmur, "Erwin, I want you to fuck me senseless. Destroy me...please..."

You lick your lips and, giving him a side glance, finish, "Teacher."

Something snaps within Erwin, and the fire and passion inside of him consumes whatever self-control he has left. He begins to thrust harder, faster, deeper. His bed shaking, the headboard thumping against the wall, he wants to hear you cry his name. He wants you to cry out. He wants the neighbors to hear how he's now claiming you as his.

You're doing what he wants you to do. Your moans become cries of passion and ecstasy, and your body's in his control. Bringing your arms up to your head, he holds your wrist down with one strong hand and wraps his arm around your waist. He isn't going to let you get away. Not that you could or would in the first place.

Panting and groaning, he orders, "Scream my name, love."

"Erwin!" you cry out, his cock nearly splitting you apart as he thrusts deeper.

Is it supposed to be this deep?

He groans, "Are you now mine?"

Is that a trick question, or...

"Fuck. I'm yours," you manage to say, your pleasure overriding your thoughts.

"Keep screaming it. Scream it so the neighbors hear. You're fucking mine," he finds himself saying, and you obey.

Usually, he could keep the cursing to a minimum, especially around a lady, especially around a student. But you.You. You've finally found how to break his composure and turn him into a beast who doesn't care for decency.

The phone begins to ring in the kitchen where he had left it.

Stopping, he mutters as you gasp for air, "Awww, for the love of shit. They can fucking wait until we're fucking done, and that's the end of it."

Your walls are now twitching around his cock, and you've soaked his sheets.

"Now." he smacks your ass, making you mewl.

"Awww, what was that? That was adorable." He fixes himself to you again.

"Now, where were we? Oh..." He starts up the pace again, the ringing seeming like an eternity to finish.

Your cries start up, and his grunts fill the room as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

"Teacher...how naughty you've become," he growls as he has let it finally sink in.

"Keep crying my name, my love. Tell everyone how you're now mine."

His hand holding down your wrists still, your back arches as you feel ecstasy.

How many times has that been now?

The wet sounds filling the room, his balls soaked with your cum, his cock coated with your passion, he wonders if you'll be able to walk in the morning and attend your courses. He groans as you tighten up around him, and you've completely lost yourself in his arms, his bed, his scent.

What was his scent again?

You gasp, "Erwin... Damn it. I just."

"Where do you want me to finish?" he finds himself asking.

Surely, not inside you. If you get pregnant, then you might not be able to finish the way you want.

On your stomach? In your pretty mouth? On your breasts?

"...me" he hears you say, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him slow his pace down.

"Where?" he groans, and you gasp,

"Inside me."

Knowing he can't turn you down, not now, he nearly panics. "Are you absolutely sure? I don't - "

His grip on your wrists has loosened, and you break one free and put your hand on his nape.

Mesmerized by what you're now doing, he murmurs, "Your courses, your future, your career... I don't want to take them all away from you. You have so much promise, so much potential to change things for the better."

Touched by his words, you sigh, "I understand, but you wouldn't be taking them away from me. To be honest, I see you being part of my future. Sounds crazy, but it's true."

Kissing your lips, he's touched. His animalistic, lustful side is gone and has been replaced with love. A future with you, of all people. Someone who could perhaps match him one day in the variety of subjects he enjoys, someone who can finally challenge him instead of swooning or lusting after him.

Letting out a sigh as he pulls away, he lets go of the other wrist and simply holds you.

A gentle smile appears on his face, and he says, "As you wish."

He begins to thrust hard, the full length of his cock now inside you. Your moans fill the room, and his grunts soon follow suit. He kisses your forehead and puts it to yours, and you find yourself smiling.

Me. She wants me.

After a few thrusts, he groans loudly and trembles. Not used to making love, he nearly yells as all of his cum pours into you. Hearing him like that and feeling the pressure in your belly rise makes you come for the last time.

Panting, he groans, "Fuck sweetheart, I-" He can't talk; he's lightheaded.

His heart feels like it's about to burst in his chest, both from exerting himself like this and you being in his bed. Not pulling out for a minute or two, he decides to kiss your neck and leave his mark. No doubt your classmates will see it and ask who the lucky man is. They'll tease you, and you won't be able to respond that it's Professor Erwin Smith.

You're on sensory overload, your head lightheaded as you're now sweaty.

He chuckles, and you ask hoarsely, "What?"

"Would you like to finish dinner now?" he asks mischievously, and you both start laughing.

You were both so caught up in the moment and passion that you two didn't even finish dinner.

Pulling out, he lays down next to you. His chest rising and falling as if he had just run a marathon or swam a few miles, he looks at you and asks,

"How about this? We finish dinner here. I know it's not the dining room; however, I don't think you'd be able to walk."

"And you can?" you manage to ask.

He spanks you and sighs, "Honestly, I'm not sure I can. You, you're too damn good. I didn't know you were like that, so naughty and seductive. Now, wherever did you learn how to do that?"

Mischievously, you reply, "Beats me. I've heard things from my roommate and wanted to try them out."

He chuckles and slowly gets up, and you curl up on your side.

He says, "Give me a moment."

You nod. He goes into the bathroom. Your heart's pounding against your chest, your hair now a mess, you smile to yourself. After a few minutes, he comes back out to find his pants and boxers at the end of the bed. Removing his boxers and putting them on, he tosses his pants into the hamper.

"If you'd like, you may stay the night," he offers, his gentlemanly behavior now back into full swing.

"Would you want me to?" you ask softly.

He turns to you and replies, "I'd like that; however, the choice is yours. It also depends if you're going to attend your courses in the morning."

Remembering you have Ackerman's lecture bright and early at 8:00, you groan, "If I don't go to Ackerman's class, then he'll kill me. He's brutal when it comes to absences."

"Oh? You have Levi's morning lecture?" he asks as he sits on the bed, his legs still shaky.

You nod, and he says with a smirk, "Well, in that case, stay here for the evening and miss his lecture. I'll request that he excuses you."

"I...wait, you can do that?" you inquire hopefully, and he brushes the hair out of your face and says,

"I can, and he won't ask for an explanation when it comes to me. Now, allow me to get the food before it gets cold." He leaves the room, and you sigh as you hear him in the dining room.

He comes back in with the plates and then goes back for the dishes, and you've found your clothes. As you put only your shirt and panties on, he goes back for the wine glasses that started this entirely wonderful mess and puts them on the nightstand.

Joining you, he looks at his phone and chuckles.

"What?" you ask curiously. He responds, "It was Levi. I'll call him now."

He calls him, and you begin eating.

"Levi. Yes. Sorry, I was occupied. Grading, of course," he says as he smirks at you.

Hearing Ackerman's tone, you know he's annoyed. He had that tone when he did his weekly reprimand regarding slacking in his class, and he'd omit you and a few from it. Still, it sends shivers down your spine.

Then, Erwin says, "If you would, please excuse (y/n) from your lecture in the morning.

An excuse?

"She's heavily intoxicated, and I'm looking after her. I'm afraid she'll have quite the hangover. Yes. I'll have it sent. Thank you, and have a good evening."

He hangs up, and you tease, "I thought you said he doesn't ask you for an excuse."

"It's so the school doesn't start an interrogation. Now, do you have any other courses?" he inquires before filling his glass with wine and taking a sip.

You smile and shake your head.

"Oh? Well, good. That means I get to spend more time with you."

"Don't you have a lecture in the afternoon?" you ask curiously, for your memory isn't the greatest at the moment.

Thinking for a moment, he said, "Well...I do. 4:00. After that, I'm free. If you're up for it, come on by the office."

"The office?" you reply softly.

Kissing your cheek and says, "Yes. I think we'll need to conduct some research or get into a debate. How does that sound?"

Licking your lips, you murmur, "I'd like that very much."

Smirking, he gently says, "So will I."

[riewritten]

22 FOR ALL THAT'S DEPRIVED

DUSK IN THE BRIGHTEST | chapter directory

erwin smith/fem!reader, erwin smith/you, no y/n | slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff & smut, mutual pining, canon AU, college/univ AU, professor erwin smith, commander erwin smith, non-linear narrative, manga spoilers

Trigger warning: canon-typical violence, graphic description, explicit sexual content, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues, trauma, implied/referenced sexual harassment, implied/referenced abuse, attempted murder, overdosing

Plot: It was always the nightmares, really. Entrapped with walls, human-eating giants, fighting through metal strings and swords – utterly violent, dreary, recurrent. But behind the blurry faces was a man with menacing blue eyes and vivid features; eventually appearing before you as your new reputable professor, Erwin Smith. Since then, the disaster had slipped beyond your subconscious. AO3

this chapter is nothing but smut. proceed with caution. if anything, there's nothing plot relevant so you can just skip it.

You don’t even need to beg but he was disgustingly gratified hearing that. He grabbed your hips and ushered you up so he could carry you all the way and you clung to him just well; your thigh wrapped around him and your arms hugging his neck tightly. He ended up throwing you on the bed quite harshly that he seemed to be taken aback himself. You released a laugh as he quickly leaned his weight on you, cupped your head with both hands, and muttered soft apologies, "How rare it is to see you lose your cool." You bantered.

"You have no idea how patient I am being until now." Erwin chuckled, slightly ashamed. His tone became serious as he tapped on your clothes. "Take this off." So you did, albeit in a rush. His voice sounded like an order and you’re secretly drawn to it even if you don’t like being commanded on a daily basis. He might also flaunt his existing patience but you don't have any of it left in you. You unclasped your bra along the way then urgently raised his shirt up to make this faster. He followed suit with amusement, and the sight of his bare body made you shiver. He looks like a sculpture. "How rare it is to see you lose your cool," He shot back.

"Savor what you did to me, Commander." You muttered in annoyance as you attempted to remove his pants. He helped you through it. Leaving his boxers alone, he gave you a sweet smile as if taking pride in what you just said then pushed you down for a messy kiss again. You let out a breathy moan as soon as his fingers brushed on your now hardened nipples. Placed wet kisses on your neck down until he reached your chest, gave a peck on your sternum, and glided his tongue on your left tit while playing with the other one.

He was successful, really. You've barely even started yet your subtle hums are overflowing already just like how he wanted. For you, however, it was quite frustrating. You were never this sensitive towards your previous partners. Even if it's quite a given since you never established emotional attachment towards them, you only did this kind of thing because you heard how it could satiate emptiness temporarily. Needless to say, it wasn't effective, and what you're doing right now is way far from that agenda. Now you realize why you're overly and easily flustered with this matter when Erwin's in the picture.

He noticed you're trying to tone it down so kept up with it. With your nipple popping out of his mouth, he slid his hand inside your shorts towards your clothed core, he released a pleased hum upon feeling how wet it was already. It went on for a while until you got desperate to hump yourself with his digits, "Finally not shy now?" He cooed, rubbing it in teasing motions.

"Erwin," You moaned, cupping his cheek messily. Your body is finally getting something deprived of it for very, very long, and you're not in the mood to tease around. "I've been– I–" He encouraged you to say more by showering your chest with wet kisses, "I've been waiting for a lifetime. Please–" His eyes were shot open at the remark so you pressed further. "–you are too, right? So could you please take me now? Hm?" Right, you are. His mind throbbed in satisfaction. His cold fingers slid to your core swiftly, gently, and maintained the motion for a while; eager to give you whatever you want if not more.

Out of all the years he's lived this life, this was one moment he felt genuinely happy he existed again. And you deserve everything for making him feel like that.

All of a sudden, he withdrew his fingers from your heat and you looked down in confusion. But then he quickly, and almost harshly, dragged down all the garments left in your body. You're now bare before him but unlike earlier, you're not in any way shy. You want to receive everything he’s willing to give. With a pleading look, you weakly asked him to come back to his work. Erwin slowly crawled above you again; tapping his finger on your clit, "How do you want me to do this tonight?" Even if it sounded playful in some way, it was a genuine question.

Assuming he's messing around, you whined in frustration. "Seriously, I want to be fucked dumb tonight. Don't make me point out obvious things, Erwin." It made him laugh. He leaned in to kiss your forehead and inserted his middle finger inside, "No, it was an honest question. I want to make this good for you."

"But you make everything feel good," You murmured, relishing the feeling of being stretched inside. His digits were broad after all.

You urged him to go on, hence he continuously motioned hither inside you while his thumb skillfully played around your clit. Relishing the pleasure and willing to welcome more, you played on your nipples messily. When the slicking sounds became louder he inserted the second one and rolled the digits in circular motions. Apart from how good he’s doing you, he’s actually quite nervous himself. Perhaps he might do it too hard, or you might’ve experienced something way better before, and all sorts of reluctance. But your reactions – voice quivering, hips stuttering, your back arching – filled him with such a warm, trembling feeling and he was immensely drunk to it. 

After a while, he stopped, knelt up, and looked at the sinful mess he's made out of you with. It’s needless to say that you were down for good. The sight was glorious for him, utterly. When you thought he was about to finally let himself bare, he held on to your hips instead and raised that up to push it towards you. As he leaned down, he wrapped your legs on his shoulders and settled himself in between your legs. 

Delving his tongue into you and tasting your wetness, he let out a gratified grunt. He brought back his wonders with his fingers as he lapped you up all the while maintaining eye contact; eager to see how you’d take him as he ravished you the way he imagined it. Your hands messily gripped everything – his pillows, mattress, even your hair – and eventually tightened your legs around him to buck on his tongue.

As he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers and your release hanging on the precipice, his motion sped up while his spare hand rested on your abdomen. “That’s it– hah, please don’t stop–” You stuttered, your moans in crescendo; and he hummed through it just well, encouraging you to come. Not too long after, you grabbed onto his head to bury him below, making him breathe momentarily the least of your concerns. With your back arching and muttering helpless mewls of his name, you came undone.

He rode through your orgasm, continuously lapping on you until you tapped on his head, “Too much, ‘s too much. Please, ‘Win,” You cried. You heard him chuckle before letting go; nibbling on your inner thigh for a moment with a smug look on his face as if to say I did that. Only I could. When he knelt back again he let out a satisfied sigh, wiped up his face coated with your fluid, and sucked on the fingers he just used to ravage you. He licked it clean, deliberately swirling his tongue for you to see. Despite the crippling fluster, you weren't able to look away, you're rather getting wet over it instead.

His fingers left his mouth with a soft pop, “Tastes good," He husked.

The embarrassment came back to you but you’re still aching to have more. “Come here,” You pleaded and he immediately complied, cupping your face gently as he did. When you thought he was going for a kiss, he tapped his digits on your mouth instead, “Open.” He sternly ordered, and you did very willingly. He pushed his index and middle fingers past your mouth and you welcomed it by sucking on them, appeased by what he just did to you. You almost choked on it as he thrust his fingers full on your throat. Still, you hollow your cheeks on it, licking every spot fervently and humming with pleasure to rile him up. “That's right," He purred. "Such a good girl for me.” Then suddenly replaced his fingers with his tongue, relishing your mouth and eager to prove to you how good you really tasted.

When he withdrew from the messy lip play, you blurted out, “Can you praise me again?”

You quickly realized what you just said and how you said it. What was that? You almost laughed at yourself.

Erwin raised his brows and snickered, “Am I not praising you enough?” He peppered your face with kisses as you stayed silent, holding a squeal of shame. He paused to check on your face and when he saw how embarrassed you are, he laughed. “Getting shy again, hm? Talk to me, pretty girl.”

“Don’t know where it came from. My mind’s in shambles. Thank you for fucking me dumb tonight.”

“But I’m not doing that yet,” He let it out very endearingly but his eyes were laced with mischievous glint. His finger flicked on your clit again, “This won’t be settled with this, don’t you think? You’ve waited more than a lifetime, after all.” Such a menacing smile and so you realized: Right, I might be knocked unconscious tonight. He motioned his digits in circular motions.

“I, uh–“ You rasped, urged to give in again. To lessen your stuttering, you gripped his shoulders instead. "I actually said that out of a whim. I never got this sensitive over someone before." You let out a breathy sigh, "My body’s reacting to you differently, Erwin. Am I the only one who feels like this?”

“No,” He landed a wet kiss on your neck, sucked on it, and released it like a pop. That would indeed mark. “But I don't just feel like it, and I believe I waited longer."

You were relieved, “Since when?”

“Since I brought you to the house. The one your brother left.” He abruptly inserted his finger inside your cunt then rolled it inside, “–that smile.”

“Fuck, god–” You shuddered, “T–that long?”

“Yeah, that long. I’m just a jerk.”

“Better late than never but if you’re not doing that yet, then please do so. Like, now.”

His heart swelled. This was more than enough, indeed. Both of you are not time-deprived to explore this intimacy. You have all the time you need; no excruciating dilemmas could break you off, no predicament perceived as a threat, and anguish that is way easier to handle. He removed his digit inside and then made his way to remove the garment left in him, “You’re shifting from ashamed to blunt, pretty thing. Choose one.”

“I really am choosing to be blunt. I just get hit by it from time to time.” You sat up to help him, "But okay, to project the boldness again–" You were cut off when he laughed loudly. Shooting him a glare you exclaimed, "Shut up!"

Erwin, despite the struggle to tone down, doesn't want you to feel shy for the rest of the night, "Okay, continue." 

You dragged his boxers down impatiently and whined, “I want your dick inside me. Frantically ruin me until I knock out. Please.” He was taken aback, he'll give you that, yet it was completely effective. His arousal spiked up way more than earlier.

When he finally got rid of his garment and his protuberance was completely shown before you, you started to doubt if you actually said the right thing. That would really ruin me. Sensing your reluctance just well, he gently laid you down again and raised your legs so he could line himself up, “You’re not just blunt, you’re getting braver as well. But now that you told me to ruin you, why do you look like hesitating instead?” He taunted, sliding his dick up and down your wetness.

Heat pooled in your lower back, “I’m not. I–” You thrust up to have more friction, “I trust you. You’ll do me well, right?”

“I will,” He concurred sweetly and motioned nearer to you. Cupping your cheeks, he whispered. “Breathe deeply, love.” So you did, and he slowly pushed himself in. Gently, inch by inch, studying your face all throughout. You were whimpering in pain, closing your eyes tight upon feeling the sharp sting, and he’s peppering you with gentle kisses for comfort.

He’s not bottomed out yet you’re already close to crying. Still, you tried. You don’t want to stop. You don’t want him to feel like he’s doing badly. You don’t want to– 

 “‘S okay, ‘s okay. Relax.” He cut your rampant thoughts off with his coos, “I’ll make it fit. Just keep on breathing deeply, okay?”

You clung to his shoulder, letting out your mewls, “I’m sorry, I… don’t want you to think we should stop–”

“We won’t.” He nuzzled his lips through your hair, “Unless you tell me so– ah, that’s it, you’re doing great.” He sighed, completely sunk down inside you. He let you get used to the feeling first, just looking at you tenderly without moving. His thumb circled on your clit again to make the process bearable, and eventually, pleasurable. After a while, you opened your eyes again with a smile and small thanks, “Please move.”

Erwin did and he muttered little curses under his breath. You’re tightly squeezing on him and he had to grip his free hand on the mattress to have a sense of control. He was quite overwhelmed. Your scent, tiny sighs, the look of affection, and the way you’re being gorgeously considerate of him – he’s on the precipice of losing control, one more sensation then he’ll admit that both of you will be staying on this bed forever. He tried to speak little praises and comfort to you instead so he could distract himself but you started bucking your hips up.

Fuck.

His train of thought was utterly shaken that he only managed to let out strained hisses. Noting his sounds of pleasure, you reached his ear; sucking, nibbling, licking around, and he almost lost it. He needs to take you slowly but he’s losing it. Erwin almost laughed at himself. “Am I doing great?” You asked as you finally earned a steady pace in rocking and thrusting. When he wasn’t able to answer, you withdrew your mouth to his ear, turned up to him, and cupped his cheeks, “Am I?” You repeated, searching for reactions.

Erwin mentally shook his head, finally admitting defeat to his sense of control and the tightening of his muscles. He gripped your hips and thrust hard, making you suck in a sharp breath. “Doing so well,” He lowly grunted then set the pace unrelentingly fast, almost lacking mercy. “–my prettiest soldier.” His digits played harsher on your clit.

That’s it, 

That’s it. 

You let out drawn-out moans and silly whispers. When the pleasure blurred your thoughts to even mind shame, you brought his head to your breast, urging him to trace his tongue on it. He sucked on it with pleasure, and the thumb that was swirling on your clit slid to the other nipple instead. Your instincts are drumming in your ears as his rhythm picks up. The way he’s massaging your inner walls with every thrust of his dick and the lewd slapping sounds of skin that comes along was making your head dissolve into oblivion.

Erwin was so immersed in it that he looked down to see the tainted mess himself. He grabbed your hand and landed it on your lower stomach, “Feel that?” He drawled as he continued pounding. You felt his cock marking it whenever he pushed inside. And as your mind was too fuzzy to even answer, you nodded relentlessly. “Is this what you waited for? Hm? Tell me, love.” He taunted, enjoying every bit of you getting too dumbed out to answer.

As he felt himself reaching his peak, he pressed on your lower stomach to urge the coil in you to come out. And there it comes, you’re clenching harder than ever, thrashing around his length.

"Fuck, yeah. Look at you, taking it in so– nicely." He was getting delirious, too, whispering sweet nothings; how good this is, how tight you are, how he's finally having all of you for himself. Your sounds are getting more and more obscene too, moaning a mixture of curse words and his name that he can't help but indulge himself through and give you more.

He lurches, continuously pounding and pounding until you’re trembling, milking on him for what he’s worth. He eventually pulled out, shooting his seed into your abdomen.

Then he dropped down. Fucked out. Leaning his weight into you with a sigh. He was too heavy that it could almost be classified as crushing you into pulp. The position went on for a while and instead of asking him to let you breathe, you start laughing at the sudden memory instead.

“Why?” He asked, his voice hushed and raspy. He’s nuzzled in your neck now, mindlessly nibbling on it.

“Isabel told me this before,” You giggled, “That you could crush me into pulp if you wanted to. I told her I don’t think you’d want that but here you are.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He slightly got up and leaned on his elbows for support instead. “But why would she say that?”

“Because your build was intimidating,”

“Ah, that.” Isabel had told him that for an unhealthy number of times already. He scooted to lie down beside you, then brought your body to his embrace, “Were you intimidated as well?”

“I’m too engrossed getting scared at your presence to mind how huge you are.” You pondered, “But now I realized it was actually a good thing. I’d even thank you if you cracked my head with your muscles now.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m not kidding. Want me to tell you more?”

“No.” He was holding a laugh.

“But it’s hot–”

“Stop.” 

“Actually it goes like thi–” He silenced you with a kiss and you chuckled through it. It went on for a while until he’s sure you're really shutting up. He nestled you further to him and both of you were silent for a while. “I was about to suggest we wash up but I kind of want to keep going.”

You were actually about to say that and his remark made you more courageous so you blurted out, “Can I ride you?” He stopped in his tracks wide-eyed then turned to you to see if you were actually kidding around but your face was dead serious. He ended up laughing in defeat. Just like that and he’s aroused again.

“Have I said it too weird?”

“No, but why would you want that?”

You ignored his question, “So is it okay or not?”

“Of course, but I’m quite curiou–” You cut him off by getting up and sitting on his abdomen, “Sit down.” You beckoned him through your fingers.

The sight of you channeling dominance was completely amusing to him, to say the least, so he ticked his eyebrows and followed suit, “What do you want to do?”

“Revenge.” Erwin almost snorted at that but you cut him off with a sloppy kiss. 

It’s now quite gentler than earlier and even if he wants to crush you down the bed again, he let you have it your way this time. Erwin can feel your wetness dripping on him, and you can feel his hard-on standing on your back. You released a breathy sigh, trying to rub your slickness on him. To make the position comfortable, he withdrew from the kiss and moved backward, “I may not know what you’re avenging for but my pretty girl can get whatever she wants.” He leaned against the headboard, “Show me how it’s done.”

“It’s for always–” You lined him up to your entrance, “–ordering me around.” Then bounced down on him abruptly, swallowing him in warmth. He bites back a moan and you got your pretty little noises as well, very much satisfied with how he’s stretching you full again. You tried to gauge his reactions at first, languidly riding him down, rolling your hips in experimental paces, and relishing how he looked at you – lidded, flushed, with a small smirk.

In the middle of it, however, something daunted you; you don't have much experience with this. He seemed to have lots given how well he did you earlier but you don’t. Erwin sensed the jittery so he grabbed your figure much nearer to him, “Why?”

You gave him a sheepish chuckle, “My confidence slipped away,” When you thought he’d laugh at it like earlier, his face immediately softened and gave you an understanding hum instead, “What’s on your mind?” He asked.

“I’m just not used to doing this thing passionately,” Regardless, you continued rhythmic bucks – taking him in and out, gripping in his shoulders, holding back whimpers. Tremors of pleasure teemed Erwin's body, all of it getting too good to handle, “B-but I want to take care of you as well– that kind of thing.” You added.

“But you’re doing it so well,” He doted, slowly nuzzling his lips on the sides of your face, nibbling your ears, patching up your neck with more bites as if to flaunt how he’s taken you for his own. He really can’t get enough, and the way you’re telling him so adorably how you want to be good for him satisfied a darker side of his psyche. He gripped your hips very tightly, intentionally having it to mark, and jerked his hips upwards to help you take him.

All his reluctance about not meeting your desires disappeared to shreds as he remembered; you’re here, on your own accord, even after seeing that. If you would go to him keeping in mind all the deplorable sins he had done then you had given yourself over. Still drawn, bound together, and pleasures to be consumed by him. Mine. it throbbed in his head, repeatedly so, for he was very gratified.

He headily reached for your face, brought your lips into his, and relished the realization desperately; hoping you’d realize it as well. As the swirls of your tongues slipped your minds towards oblivion, his thrusts became more unrestrained and feral. He needed to feel more, needed to hear more.

He called your name, “Louder. Have everyone hear how well I'm taking you.” He growled sternly. So you did, not like you have any choice. It feels too good and you’re disgustingly drunk on the slick sounds of your heat as you ride him down. “Good girl, yeah, just like that.”

After a while of letting your bodies do the act for yourselves – what was yearned from the things left undone – you’re coming again. And his drawn-out moans, grunts, and words of praises told you he’s the same. He mercilessly rutted, fucked up your cunt, until your walls fluttered around his cock for the second time. As you reached your climax, he abruptly got himself out of you and came again. His seed was all over you: stomach, chest, some of it was even shot to your face. He let out a dark chuckle at the sight. He was able to savor you completely. Now you lay in front of him, being the utterly divine art that you are. Completely messed up. By him. Alone. Nobody else could. In this world and even beyond.

You gave him a shy, tired yet satisfied smile and he slid his fingers to your face to wipe it himself.

“That was so good.” He whispered, your foreheads bumping.

“Took you so well, didn’t I?” You gave him a cheeky grin.

“Very much so.” He kissed your forehead and ushered you up, “Let’s wash up and change the sheets.”

“Aren’t you tired?” You whined and laid down on the bed. Of course, you wanted to clean up, but you came three times and you’re minutes away from sleeping the night.

“I could still go on if we stay tied there, uncleaned.” He sat up on the corner of the bed and massaged your sore limbs. He glided his fingers on the marks, guilty for making it too hard, “Sorry.” He scooted and gave it a peck.

You showed him your neck, full of his bites, “This,” Then examined your chest only to see another one on the side of your left breast, “When was this?” You glared at it. Then pointed to the one he’s holding on to your hips, “And this.” You ruffled his hair. “This was decades worth of pining. All because some commander decided to be a full-on jerk.”

He smiled wistfully, “I know.”

“So I feel like the me in that world is insanely happy. I am, too.” You smiled at him, “Finally.”

He remained in his position for a while just looking at you in the eyes. It was quite a sad one, almost mournful, but you maintained the tender look on your face. After a while, he slid his hand to cup your cheek with his thumb playing on it, “Are you up for another round?” He smiled endearingly.

“What the heck is up with your stamina?” You scoffed but still tried to assess whether you could or not. Maybe you could, it’s Erwin after all.

“I’m just kidding.” He pinched your cheek and then stood up. “Let’s clean up. My room smells too good right now. One more sniff and we'll stay on this bed making love until we die.”

“Your room should get used to it.” You replied, realizing you’re actually feeling sore and it’s quite difficult to stand now. Erwin knew it so he spent time fixing your baths first.

Carrying you there himself, he replied, “Yeah. You should get used to it too.”

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this is my first time writing a steamy scene so i legit need your feedback on this. the reason i made this ff was to exercise my writing after all dksjkjdks

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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." 

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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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[bluebellhairpin]

Thinking about being a fellow professor at the university/college Erwin works at. He teaches English lit. You teach art history. No one knows your married - even most of the staff don't click it in place until they see you together at some function - but it's because Smith is such a common name and you're both just never near each other at work. It's a big campus after all.

[salaciousdoll]

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

•┈୨Chapter II୧┈•

•┈୨please be advised to the warning before continuing୧┈•: Hyperfeminine!reader, Bimbo!/ditzy!reader, Fem reader, smut, angst, fluff, laid back professor Gojo, Gojo being Gojo( I think), Gojo is a bit ooc when it comes to him being a perv, reader’s second day goes alright, geto pisses reader off and he liked it, Toji and Shiu are gym buddies, you and Eren talk all night on the phone, volleyball tryouts, reader owns her own volleyball, basically you are a pro at volleyball but not at running or certain positions( Libero), DARK CONTENT, taboo!, teacher x student relationship, this is not all glorified, there will be the downsides that come later, reader has daddy and mommy issues, daddy’s is more severe, self indulgent, reader is spoiled down, smut, Erwin smith is the first man you fuck, big and heavy dick Erwin, condom use because duh it’s the first official fuck, wall fucking, fucking on a sink, you roll the condom on his dick with your mouth, pet names( little dove, angelic whore, slut, pretty girl, etc.), degradation/praise, cervix kissing( gently but it can still hurt), reader is hyper sexual, History professor!Erwin, Jean meet you but doesn’t know your the new girl, bartender!jean, Eren is growing fond of you and so are Mikasa, Armin, and Maki, daddy kink is seen here once, dirty talking Erwin, coach! Onyankopon, Coach!Geto, lemme know if I missed anything,

ﾟ•┈୨ Song for this Chapter୧┈•ﾟ｡: Party Girls- Victoria Monet

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from salaciousdoll: this is the second chapter of this series and I’m so excited for you all to read it. I’m gonna be starting my kinktober fics now, so this won’t be a weekly update, just until I at least make it to the end of the month fic. Anyways, HAPPY KINKTOBER BABIES🫶🏾

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Previously on Salacious Exploits….

Your voice came out calm and collected, “ You’re very welcome, sir. Have a nice day.” You smiled prior to power walking out of the classroom and building. You didn’t know who he was getting head from and you should’ve had a different reaction but this school looked fishy as soon as you stepped on the lawn and plus the false advertisement the website has is enough to make anyone turn it down but you and your mother were too dumb and naive to realize, your mother just wanted you near her. Though you couldn’t see Mr.Kamo face properly, yet you knew he was fine just from his moans and voice. On your way to your car to go home, you noticed a small sticker with a phone number on it and Eren’s name on top of it. You were surprised to see it because when the hell did he have time to do this. You most likely wasn’t paying attention when he did it because you were too busy looking around the school when you two walked to your first, well second class today. You did not like calling men first but you’ll excuse this because you had a feeling you were going to love that call. Just like you are going to love this school.

Waking up with Eren snores in your ear on the phone was funny and relaxing. You would’ve thought he would’ve hung up the phone after you fell asleep, yet he didn’t. You called him first and from that point on you two hit it off. You two talked about the school, his friends he’s going to introduce you to at the party someone’s throwing at the bar down the street from the campus today. You yawned and got out of bed walking to the shower to freshen up for classes today. You only had two classes today, psychology and physiology. Two classes you didn’t want to take but they were the last options when you signed up for classes online.

After showering and getting ready, you grabbed your supplies you needed for today and your Telfar Ballerina shopping bag with a lot of the materials you need for school and practice, slipping your shades on afterwards. Eren hung up the phone when you were taking a shower and you were partially glad for it because you didn’t want to talk to anyone before class. You had on a decent outfit today— tied-up pink cardigan over a black jumpsuit that showed off your hips, love handles, or hip dips with pink-satin miu miu ballerina shoes and black leg warmers.

You didn’t feel like doing anything special except trying out for volleyball, a sport you’ve been dedicated to since you were younger. It’s a pro and con sport for you because the pro is being the best on your team but the con is being the biggest in weight on your team. It's contradictory really. Now you get to see try out for volleyball for this college, maybe you’ll be able to face your old teammates from your old college. But first, you have to get through your classes first because right after your second class, it’s gonna be 30 minutes until tryouts.

Heading into the classroom, you spot Eren sitting with a boy with freckles and a girl next to him with dark green hair in a bob. She favored someone you met already and just couldn’t put it to mind especially with the way Eren was close-lip smiling at you. He was not paying attention to anything or anyone talking to him— all he could focus on is you. He was slowly catching feelings for you and he didn’t mind it one bit at how fast you captured his attention especially after getting over his break up with Mikasa.

You waved at him and took the seat he pointed to in the row in front of him. You were so glad that he got a seat near the end of the row because you didn’t feel like squeezing past people. Once you sat down, eren leaned down to whisper in your ear, “ had a great time last night on the phone, we should do it again sometime. You know… to get to know each other more.” You turned around to see him scratching the back of his head, almost like you made him shy or anxious.

You smirked at his actions, “ Next time, you call me first. A lady should never have to call a gentleman first.” Your teasing just made him raise his hand to cover his face from letting his friend see his blushing cheeks and nose. You wondered if he knew the tip of his ears were red as well.

Eren didn’t know what your type was and you honestly felt a little bad for him, but a little part of you hoped this was a puppy type crush and that’s it. What you really wanted was an older man, kinda like your professor that just walked in practically yelling good morning. You wondered how a man like him had this much energy as you eyed him with a tip of your pink pen in your mouth. His glasses were now clear prescription glasses and he looked even more gorgeous than before. You wanted to jump his bones right here.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted by professor Gojo clapping his hands and then motioning to the projector, “ You should already know what class you are taking—” Gojo then opened his arms, making his body into a T, “ But I’m gonna tell you anyway, Welcome to Psychology 112. For today, we will be learning about each other and reading the syllabus together. Originally, the syllabus was supposed to be your homework, but skip that! Don’t wanna give you homework on the first day, wouldn’t wanna overbear you on your first day like short stack Levi or for those who have Mr.Nanami, am I right?”

He was the first professor you’ve seen since yesterday that made the student laugh. You were surprised you let out a little laugh at his joke. You had a feeling you and Professor Gojo would get along just fine.

During his class, Eren couldn’t focus, he only paid attention when you spoke about yourself— starting with your name, “ Um, a little bit about me is that I like wearing high fashion brand clothing, I’m rich, and pretty.” Some of the girls and guys smacked their lips or let out loud sighs and some snickered to themselves.

Gojo stared at you with intensity before smiling to himself, “ anything else, miss { reader’s last name}. What made you decide to take my class?”

You mentally rolled your eyes at this question because you could either lie or tell the truth. You did what you did best, “ I was late when registering for classes and this was one of the last classes I had to choose but luckily I like learning about different behaviors and how it affects the mentality, ya’ know.” You lied and told the truth all in one. You thought nobody would notice, but Gojo did. Luckily, he let it pass by smirking at you and nodding his head. Once he went to the next person, you let out a relieved breath out of your mouth. Eren chuckled with Marco at your exaggerated action.

Marco extended his hand over your shoulder, “ sorry I couldn’t properly introduce myself. My name is Marco Boldt, as you may know from the previous introduction.” He let out a cute chuckle before speaking again, “ It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You turned to shake his hand as the next person spoke about their favorite hobbies and such.

“ Nice to meet you as well. Who’s the girl beside you Eren?” You eyed her up and down slowly and , to her, seductively.

She stuck out her hand like she was forced to stick it out, “ The girl next to him name is Mai, you would’ve known that if you paid attention, airhead.”

You wanted to curse her out but decided against it because maybe she was just a hard ass on purpose. Like she got a point to prove but to whom? You’ll never know especially when Gojo yelled out your name and to be quiet afterwards.

Smacking your lips was the first and only option you had as a reaction because it wasn’t even you that was speaking. You have been getting into trouble with the professors at this school too much already. It’s already getting on your nerves. You thought he was the least strict teacher here— you guessed wrong then. Only you didn’t guess wrong, he just wanted to fuck with you because he felt like it and he wanted to see how your name rolls off his tongue since it’s different than most people at this school. After everyone introduced themselves, you all read the syllabus and asked him questions about the syllabus.

Class wrapped up after that and when you walked past Gojo’s desk with Eren’s arm around your shoulder, scratched something inside of Gojo’s Brain and he didn’t like it. He had to know if you two were dating, not like that’s gonna stop him, but he didn’t need an hot head like Eren to fuck up his plan. A hot head that’s quick to spread rumors due to his indifferences with this school and much more. The only way he knows that is because he knew every last one of his students due to how little the social life here is at school. The school may be big, but the acceptance rates were lower than hell. Plus, he’s heard from the past professors that Eren is the star boy of the school.

“ Because of his fucking fath-”, Gojo says, before getting interrupted by a little laugh. He looked up and locked eyes with you standing in front of him with your books to your chest. You looked so fucking beautiful to him.

“ Mumbling to yourself Mr. Gojo, maybe psychology is the right major to teach for you.”, You say, laughing but stopping once you seen he wasn’t laughing just staring at you. You then realized what you said was inappropriate and hurried to back track until he held up a hand.

You waited for him to yell or give you the stern talk, but he just laughed with his head back, really loudly too. “ You’re a jokester, gotta watch out for you even more. What did you come to talk to me about? Any questions about the syllabus that you could’ve asked during class.” You squint your eyes at the last part prior to staring at him in silence.

He tilted his head and removed his glasses from his face to sit on the desk. When he did that, you had the urge to grab his face and kiss him, but you fought your urge and answered his question, “ Came to talk to you about how much homework we’re having for this class. Is it a lot? And how many essays do we have to do?”

Gojo smiled at you, “ It's not a lot of essays, only four for midterm and finals. There’s gonna be two chapters for you to read each day after today. Think of today as a free pass from homework.” He almost wanted to laugh at your expressions when he said 4 essays and two chapters.

You smiled at him and said your thanks, walking away afterwards. You had your last class of the day in 5 mins and it takes you three minutes to walk to the class so you’ll be on time. Meanwhile, back in the classroom, satoru sat there with your flavor perfume lingering in his classroom, well in the space by his desk.

Walking to Mr.Geto class was fun when you had Armin and his friends walking with you. His friends meaning Connie, Sasha, Yuuta,Maki, and Mikasa walking with you. You passed Mai and put two and two together when you took one good glance at Maki. They either had to be sisters or cousins. Crazy thing about it, is that you and Armin arrived 2 minutes early and were two of the three people already there.

There was another boy there with a high ponytail and on his lower cheek, close to his chin. He looked so quiet and you didn’t want to disrupt it so you sat next to Armin, who was sitting below the boy. You hope class goes by fast because then all you have to do is get ready for try-outs.

Soon, students started to fill out the classroom and in between the last two students, a tall man with his hair in a top bun— a piece hanging in the front of his head, black suit nicely tailored and decked, and several rings wrapped around about two fingers on each hand. You finally realized, after a long time of staring, that this was the man you locked eyes with when you were heading to Mr. Kamo class. He was coming from the gym and looked so hot, now he looks hotter.

“ Goodmorning class, today we’re going to read over the syllabus and I’ll go over the materials you need in order to pass this class. After that, I’ll let you all go to enjoy the rest of your day. Oh, I almost forgot, those of you know me already, some of you..”, Getos said walking back and forth until he locked eyes with you again. “ Don’t. So I’ll introduce myself, my name is Suguru Geto, you may not call me by that name, only my last, Professor Geto.”

He’s a little sassy with his introduction and you didn’t mind one bit in fact it made him hotter. He began plugging up his laptop for the projector while Armin spoke to a guy next to him. He was a handsome guy and you never saw him around the school before. Armin asked you for a pencil and you fetched your pencil case for a pencil. He laughed once he saw the color of the pencil, “ How did I know this would be the color of your pencils as well?”

You laughed and was about to respond until Mr.Geto cleared his throat, “ Okay, everyone, I got everything situated so let’s start? Yeah.” You did not know why but when he said yeah it was so sexy. You hated how easily you got turned on when it comes to older men. You suddenly got into your bubble of thoughts watching the way his arms flexed whenever he reached to point a finger at people or to point at the bullet point on the board. He was a beauty indeed and you knew it would take a lot to seduce him since he seemed all business at the moment. His dark eyes zoom in on you, spacing out with your legs crossed and your pencil eraser in your mouth, “ Miss {reader’s last name}, tell me what’s the fifth rule when it comes to turning in my essays?”

You hated being in the spotlight of answering questions, it’s annoying as hell and you disliked anyone who did it to you, “ I don’t know because I wasn’t paying attention, sorry for not paying attention, won’t happen again.” You didn’t want to give him attitude, so you just said sorry and kept silent the rest of the class. He didn’t like that you were as silent as a church mouse. He hated it in fact because when he wanted to call on you during class he felt your stone glare all over his PowerPoint and him. He could tell you were pissed but why were you so cute pissed off. He had to tell Satoru since he was speaking about you nonstop to him.

After some minutes, class was finally over and you were ready to get up out of there, in fact you were the first one to leave and he took note of that. He actually managed to piss you off on the first day and it was over something dumb. Not that he should care though, you’re the student and he’s the professor. But hey was he still thinking about you while waving bye to the rest of his students.

You, on the other hand, decided to transfer your anger onto the volleyball in tryouts. You had to walk across the street to the gym which got your blood pumping with adrenaline. So when you walked in the locker room, you placed your bag on the bench. Annie came in and sat her bag down next to you— changing her clothes right there. You gawked at her changing in front of you so boldly when there’s stalls in here. Mikasa, Maki, a girl with blue hair came in with them speaking loudly compared to the other two. Annie felt your eyes on her and turned to you with a deadpan expression on her face, “ What? Am I not allowed to change in front of you?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “ You could do whatever you want, I’m just gonna go change in the stall. No hard feelings babes.” She rolled her eyes at the nickname as she watched you walk off, waving to Maki and Mikasa.

You put on your attire for tryouts and made your way out the stall with your bag on your shoulder. You were making sure your knee pads were on properly, when a hand suddenly came out in front of you. Following the hand with your eyes, you smiled at her before hearing her speak, “ Why not have you apart of our competition, whoever gets the most serves and sets to the count of ten, wins and the winner gets to get free drinks from the losers for tonight’s back to school party at the bar, you’re in?” The blue haired girl was in front of you proposing a deal you couldn’t refuse if you wanted to because you loved competition. It makes things fun.

So you shook her hand while batting your eyelashes up at her, “ Deal. Be prepared to buy my drinks ladies.” You yelled out the last sentence as you made your way past them. Maki laughed, “ You’re confident. I like that.”

Mikasa shook her head, “ No, she’s delusional, especially if she thinks I’m losing.”

“ But you’re not winning, that’s for sure. So let her be delusional, they’ll only make it more fun when I win.”, Annie said, bandaging up her elbows while having a stare off with Mikasa.

Miwa smiled at her friends competing with each other because you’ve already walked out to the gym already whilst these three were still talking to each other. She loved volleyball season for a reason. This was one of them. It was great to be back. She just wished Mai was here as well— sadly she’ll just come late as always.

While the four of them were walking out the bathroom, you were already in the gym with the other girls that’s trying out for volleyball. The gym was huge enough for you all to have tryouts with the boys volleyball team. They were so tall and handsome, one guy stood out to you. He had a mullet and a beard that suited his face just right. He was working on his overhand serves just by swinging his arm up and down for right now. Armin was beside him with a guy with a bowl cut. You guess he was stuck in the 80s and 90s. Next to the bowl cut guy was the boy you met before, Yuuta.

On the benches against the wall, you see Eren, Reiner, Todo, Connie, Sasha, another girl with a blonde bob, a girl with two black pigtails and a girl with two blonde pigtails next to her, she could be mistaken for a little kid, honestly. Seems like some teachers are speaking with both coaches of the teams on the sideline.

I guess volleyball is an important sport at this school after all. You turn to see Mai beside you with an arm around your shoulder, “ Hey, my little pinky pie, ready to buy me a drink? I mean, you can make up for not listening to my introduction yesterday, that really hurt me, ya know?”

The blue haired girl came up on the other side of you, “ Mai, leave her alone. Can’t believe you made it on time.” She then turns to you with a pretty smile, “ I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Miwa Kasumi, nice to meet you. Don’t worry, I already know your name— so you don’t have to tell me.” You smiled at her and nodded your head prior to focusing back on pumping your pink and white volleyball full of air with their little air pumper.

You bounced it against the floor and watched it fly up, catching it afterwards. You smiled over at the girls that watched you, some of their eyes weren’t on what you were doing, rather than what’s behind you. Your ass looked so good in them spandex and if some of them weren’t straight you would’ve been wrapped around their fingers.

After a while, a tall black man with a clean cut bald fade and pretty smile blew the whistle and yelled out “ Huddle around, Girls.”

You all gathered around him with some of the gym balls and your own balls. “ Alright, so today Hange, who is the co-coach, is out for today because of their own business matters, so you’re only having me with you today.” He looked at each of you before speaking again, “ Today is about determining if you’re skillful enough to join this team. Here at Maria Kaizen, we take sports seriously just like academics. Sports are a huge thing in this city so you should already know that. So first, you’re gonna warm up, so give me about five laps around the track outside that door over there, come back in and get a drink of water— meet me back here afterwards, understand?”

You hated running laps so you took your time running while the rest of them didn’t take their time. Maki and Mikasa were toe to toe with each other until Mikasa got another boost of energy from nowhere and finished her 5 laps before Maki. After that the rest of the team followed pursuit but you were still on the 4 lap and wasn’t gonna speed up anymore because you were beginning to breathe hard. Another chubby girl and a skinny girl were running after you, both of them kept encouraging you to keep going and you hated it. You weren’t mean, it’s just it’s embarrassing when people run with you or encourage you to finish especially when you’re at the freaking finish line. Nevertheless, you still thank them— sharing high fives as well.

Once you finally finished your lap, you headed into the gym room and surprisingly didn’t see any of the other girls there, but luckily you spotted them standing outside the gym drinking water. You headed that way not noticing multiple eyes on you since you stepped back into the gym. Eren spotted you and so did Armin, Armin jogged to you first causing Eren to scowl at him— he hid it well when everyone looked at him trying to basically dive down the bleachers.

“ Hey, didn’t know you were trying out for volleyball, hope you make it, so I could go against you during practice.”, Armin says with a polite smile. You smiled at him and spoke to him, “ can’t wait for you to lose those practice games.”

With that, you walked off with him watching you walk away, a small smile adorning his face. Meanwhile, you were the last one to get water and was thankful for it because you almost drink the entire fountain until you heard a deep voice speak, “ Save some for the fishes sweetheart.”

“ Aww come on, girl must be tired after running 5 laps, ease up on her Shiu and besides we’re supposed to be going to the weight room so come on man.”, Another deep voice and the same voice you heard speak to you before. The security guard with black hair and green eyes. Another security guard was with him, he was so handsome, he had a compress shirt on with joggers to match with the green eye man.

You stared at them and they stared at you until the one with the green eyes spoke, “ Welcome to Maria Kaizen, I’m Toji Fushiguro and this is Shiu Kong, we’re the security guards here so you’ll be seeing us around a lot, see you around beautiful.” Shiu guy nodded his head at you and walked away, Fushiguro followed behind leaving you with rampant thoughts in your mind.

You finally snapped out of your thoughts when Maki came and got you for the beginning of tryouts. The first drill of tryouts was seeing if you could under serve and you got this. All of y’all had to serve your balls where the short gremlin of a teacher stood. You took a pretty good guess and knew he was probably filling in for Ms. Zoe. Maki served and it went over the net and nowhere near Levi, Mikasa served and it went over the next almost to where he stands, Mai served and it hit the net but still went over the net, that was a let serve, and Miwa served up a big hit making it go into the air, almost to the ceiling. She yelled an oops and sorry prior to running off behind Mai.

All throughout the rest of the team's serves, Levi had a mean scowl on his face and you could see that from where he stood or did you predict what he’ll look like. You laughed at your joke before it was your turn to serve. You bounced the ball on the floor once and positioned yourself on the line, holding the ball out and reeling your hand back before serving under. The ball almost hit Levi right in the face until he moved with a wide eyed stare at you. You hurry to yell sorry but Levi felt like that was intended since he did piss you off once, yet it wasn’t. Thing is, the speed of that ball was abnormal because usually he'd duck or dodge in a heartbeat, just then he barely moved in time. Miche was impressed watching on the sidelines if only Erwin was here instead of fucking someone on his desk right now then he would’ve seen this stunt.

Onyankopon was truly impressed so he had to see your overhand serve, so he had everyone do that next. Although this time, he asked Miche to stand there instead of Levi. Everyone overhand serves were good except for a few slip ups. Onyankopon made note of the five that slipped up. It was now your turn and he watched you carefully before looking around to find everyone looking at you. You’re gonna be a star if you make the team. A star right next to Maki and Mikasa.

Geto who was supposed to be coaching the boy’s volleyball team was watching you closely just like his co coach, Choso. Right now the boys were just serving non stop until he blew the whistle. Their tryouts were yesterday, so they were now just practicing. They watched as you angled your right arm in a 90 degree angle whilst your left arm was straight with the palm up. They both looked at each other, nodding their heads before looking over at onyankopon who nodded his head at them. They all knew that you knew what you were doing. You tossed the ball in the air and brought your arm up to smack it with so much force. Onyankopon took note of the way you stepped into the serve. It’s like you were a pro at this so he had no choice but to already think of recruiting you.

Now it was time to see if you can jump serve, set, and play the other positions well, especially the Libero position. And you played all of them astonishingly except for Libero. You hated that position so you didn’t even try and Onyankopon noticed that, which was a mistake on your part. He blew his whistle at the end of the tryouts, gathering you all around, “ Listen up ladies, I will let you all know if you made it at the next meeting, which is next week. This was a great tryout, probably the best tryouts I’ve ever seen over my years of coaching volleyball, if only coach Zoe was here to see what I saw in you ladies today. This is the conclusion of the tryouts and I will see you ladies soon. Now go shower and get to your next class or go home.” His voice was so smooth and deep, it drove you wild. He drove you wild already when you walked past him and smelt his cologne. You made note that it wasn't cheap cologne, so sexy to you.

You walked behind the girls to the locker room to freshen up. Your shower took a long time because you had to scrape off your sweat. You hated sweat sticking on your body. After washing your body, you dried off and got dressed. During the shower everyone said their see yous and goodbyes to you so you were the last one in the locker room getting dressed.

Once you finally got dressed in the other clothes you packed in your book bag you carried on your back, you walked out and almost screamed when you saw Mr.Ackerman standing with his back to the wall.

He looked unfazed at your screaming as he pushed himself off the wall stopping in front of you, “ Just for that little stunt you pulled, I’ll be giving you extra homework tomorrow.”

You scoffed and walked around him to walk off, “ It’s not even school hours for me and you’re getting on me. I didn’t even mean to do that honestly. So I will not be doing that extra work, see you tomorrow, Mr. Ackerman.” You hurried to walk away from that deranged little man and walked to your car in the parking lot. You would’ve stayed if he actually cared enough to keep you in his grasp longer.

After, you headed home while talking to Eren on the Bluetooth call. He just asked you about tryouts and gave you the address to the bar for tonight. You were excited to party because you needed it after this rough day. The only thought in your mind as you made your way home after ending the call with Eren is that your body will be sore tomorrow.

Arriving at the bar took about fifteen minutes, so it wasn’t that far from the campus but was far from your house. You were now freshly done up like a doll. You looked so sexy in your choice of an outfit. You did your makeup perfectly. It was like you were a doll and an Angel at the same time. Dollgelic really.

Once you stepped into the lively bar, it was packed from the opening of the door. Eren spotted you while his arm was around Mikasa, who was stately immensely at you with a twinkle in her eyes. You made it, she didn’t think you would’ve come to be honest, you don’t seem like a bar kinda girl. More like a club kinda girl in her mind.

They both greeted you with a hug, both hugging longer than usual. You all begin to walk over to the group of students and all around you were cheers and whoop whoops from seeing you. Yeah they were drunk already but I mean what can you expect when you showed up an hour later than the original time the party started. Rather show up fashionably late or won’t go at all.

“ Hey new girl, you gotta drink your first shot of the night since you’re late missy, by the way the names Floch, what’s yours?”, Floch asked drunkenly. You smiled and looked at Eren with squinted eyes of ‘this better not be poison’ eyes and he nodded his head as a gesture of answering your question or reassuring you.

You took the glass from his hand and smiled, “ {reader’s name}, nice to meet you.” You took the shot after you said your piece, scrunching up your face at the sour and strong taste in your mouth. Floch shouted a loud yeah with his fist in the air as your face turned back to your regular face. He liked you already.

Eren shook his head and headed over to where Armin was sitting. On the other hand, you were heading towards the direction of the bar, only jumping when you felt a hand tug your hand, “ What the fu-” you paused when you saw who it was, “ oh it’s just you, Hi Sasha.”

Sasha squealed and hugged you so tightly like she knew you all her life, “ Oh my.. you remember my name. I would’ve thought you forgot my name.”

You stared at her with a confused expression on your face. You grabbed Sasha's face between both of your hands, squeezing her cheeks together, “ How drunk or high are you because we saw each other today—this morning.” You turned back to the bartender staring straight at you; he was admiring you so when your eyes caught his, his eyes widened when you spoke to him, “ Give me what she had, on rocks please?”

The hazel eyes went back to its original size prior to him speaking over the loud chattering and music to you, “ Coming right up and just know you have put me to work longer than I expected darling, but I’ll let it slide just this once for a beautiful lady like you.” You eyed him and noticed that he had a mullet and it looked so good on him and him only.

You were about to speak again when Sasha patted your hand with hers, “ Ywor Still hwding on tew mehh.” Her words were more slurred than usual due to your now squeezing her cheeks together with your soft hands. You laughed and threw your arms down, “ So sorry, Sash. I’ll head to the bar on that side and I’ll meet you all when I get the drink you had.”

Sasha yelled out the drink and your eyes widened. You remember drinking that same drink in the past and got wasted off the second go, so you now understood why she was wasted. You watched her laugh all the way until she got to where Maki and the rest sat. Continuing on, you positioned yourself at the end of the bar with pretty mullet boy still in view of you. You needed to get laid and you didn’t want to fuck any of the students, too much feelings and drama come with that. You haven’t fucked since this summer with your old play toy at your old school. God, you missed your old school more than ever now because you would’ve been in a club or party on campus, not a damn bar, especially a bar on a Friday night.

You didn’t notice the two pairs of brown and blue eyes staring at you from where they sat conversing at the table two feet from you. If you did, you would’ve noticed how handsome both men are.

“ Erwin, do you know who she may be?”, Nile asked his best friend. Erwin eyebrows were scrunched together as they took in every frame of your body. You were truly someone he needed. He needed to feel your big thighs wrapped around his waist as he holsted you up against him, fucking into you nonstop. He was surprised at his thoughts and snapped himself out of them by turning to Nile, “ No I don’t know who she is. Maybe she’s new in town, maybe she’s the sister of my new student who didn’t show up in class on her first day.”

Nile eyed you along with him as you thanked Jean for the drink, occasionally watching you take small drinks from it as your eyes scanned the club. It’s like you were scouting for a fuck and what perfect opportunity for Erwin and Nile. They just had to see which one would get to you first. Nile snapped out of his thoughts and turned to Erwin, only to see him not there. He was next to you. Shit, he’s late again. Oh well, his soon to be divorced wife will have to do for now, just until he gets Erwin to share.

You were enjoying the last few minutes alone before you had to go back to your group of people you were partying with until an alluring presence sat next to you with a drink in his hand already. You trailed your eyes from his hand that had two rings on them up until you got to his pretty blue eyes. Blue eyes scared you but he pulled you in. He was a handsome pale man, an older one at that. He was one of your types and that’s all you needed— flashing your pretty smile at him.

Erwin close-lip smiled back at you, sticking out his hand after, “ Hello, pretty lady. My name is Erwin Smith and I couldn’t help but come over to talk to you. You’re new around here, right?”

You nodded your head with a short laugh following, “ Oh, gosh, how did you know? Do I really give off the vibe that I’m lost or something?” You got him at the tip of your finger now, you just had to get him wrapped around the base of the finger.

Erwin took a sip of his drink and brought all of his attention to you, “ Just never seen someone as beautiful as you around here and this town is very little.”

“ How little?”, you replied, wrapping your glossy lips around your black straw, seducing him without even touching him.

“ Like a grape size, little. Still didn’t catch your name, darling.”, Erwin says with a small smirk on his face.

You started to giggle a lot which means you were a tad bit tipsy, so you needed to get laid immediately. “ You smiled and blinked your eyelashes at him, “ My name is { your name}, sir. I thought I told you that, hmm must’ve slipped my mind because I was focused on how sexy you are.”

Erwin smiled at your words and he haven’t smiled like this in years. You made him smile within minutes of you two talking with each other. Yeah, he needs you. He just had one more question to ask you, “ excuse me for asking this question but did you happen to move here with your sister who, by the way, was supposed to be in my class by any chance?”

You almost cackled at yourself because how did you score three points in a matter of minutes. Points of wrapping an men around your finger tonight, scoring an older man to fuck, and if you’re lucky you hope it’s a men in a profession job, preferably a teacher. You noted that you missed your class and he thought you had an older sister and you were the older sister. So you kept up with the lie with a devious smile on your face, “ I’ll only answer that question if we go somewhere quiet, I got a place in mind, what do you say, mister Smith?”

His eyes widened when you finished your question, he never met a woman that knew what and how to get what she wants— he was intrigued. Persuaded. Seduced. Enchanted. So he took his drink down with one gulp and watched you finish your drink, not wasting one drop. You even looked sexy while drinking your drink. You were perfect for him. Everything he wanted.

Erwin stood up and fixed his suit prior to holding out his hand for you to take as he led you to the bathroom. You gladly took it with your purse in your other hand not noticing the pair of hazel eyes staring at you both with wide eyes. He shook his head and walked to his friends greeting them with an arm around Connie's shoulder. He was happy to see his friends but the linger of you and his professor was clouding the back of his mind.

Back to you and Erwin, you both walked inside the one stall bathroom in the middle of the girls and boys bathroom. With the click of a lock, he turned back to you with low bedroom eyes, eyes dark with lust and lust only. Fuck, he needed you badly, Blisteringly when you gave him the look. The look of inviting. The look of want and desire next to the want to be desired.

“ Do you want the answer to your questi-mmph.”, you were interrupted by the feeling of his smooth but chapped lips on yours lips. The feeling of his big hands on your cheeks was everything you wanted and needed, now you just need them around your neck. He held you with so much care for a one night stand of you to be.

Your lips moved against his in a fast pace kiss. The movements of your heads moved in opposite directions as you two started to sloppily kiss each other. Small little whimpers and groans were heard in the big bathroom with the sound of rock music in the back. Erwin broke the kiss to whisper a small, deep “ jump” and you did. Surprisingly he helped you up and walked you to the sink— sitting you on top of it, not caring if you broke it or not, after all his buddy owned the bar.

Erwin starts to trail sloppy and sensually kisses over your face and neck while groping your plush thighs in between his long, slender fingers, “ you’re so goddamn sexy, my little dove. Gonna fuck you so good.” Erwin undressed your bottom half as you undid his belt buckle. He continued kissing over your breast as he trailed his warm fingers up your thighs again. He stopped at your warm pussy with lace panties covering your pussy, “ please grant me access to you, my little dove. Let me fuck you like you never took any cock before. Just… please.”

Your eyes widened as you stared straight ahead as he kissed up and down your chest, he was desperate for you as you were desperate for him. You two needed each other, him more than you. Up for debate right there. You whispered a small, “ Yes, take me. Fuck me because this is the last time you’ll see me.” He hated how you already had your priorities set and straight. What a woman.

He almost tore open the top part of your outfit until you stopped him, “ No, don’t do that unless you plan on spending 2k on this outfit again. Come on old man, you should know the value of clothes and how hard it is to come by nowadays.” Erwin stopped and scoffed at you prior to licking around the shape of your diamond hello kitty necklace your ex rich boy toy brought you, “ This old man is going to take you on a ride for a moment, brace yourself.”

He ignored your statement about the clothes because you were displaying how much of a rich brat you were, his actual type in women. He hated how much his ex mounted that into him or did he just attract rich snobby girls. Who knows. Not like he wasn’t a rich man himself.

With his last statement, he noticed you holding up a condom. Chuckling in response, he mumbled against your skin while bringing out his own, which was a larger size condom than yours. “ Smart girl you are. Not smart enough to carry my size though.” Your eyes widened at the Trojan magnum size condom, his dick was that big. How was it gonna fit? You never took anything that big before. You were breathing hard and Erwin noticed so he kissed you again to ease you up, “ breathe, little dove. I’m not gonna hurt you, as a matter of fact, we can stop at any time.”

The deep swimming pool of lust in his eyes made you more than eager to take him because for some reason you felt he wasn’t lying. His fingers curled under the lining of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles after the help of your hips lifting up to drag them down there. The cold air hitting your warm slightly shaved pussy was enough to make you shiver against him. His hands were freshly manicured and clean so you let him strum his fingers along the opening of your wet pussy.

You whimpered and he chuckled, “ I got you, little dove.” With that, he rubbed your clit in a slow circular motion making you whimper behind your hand. Your clit was so sensitive, always will be. So when the right man knew how to play with it, you couldn’t help but to fold under his touch. Your purse lay in the sink and your phone was vibrating loudly due to Eren, Mikasa, or Maki calling you to see where you went. You felt a tiny bit bad for leaving them unnoticed but you’re occupied with the man of your fantasies right here and wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip from your pretty fingers.

You snapped Erwin’s shirt open as you two made out sloppily with spit drooling down both of your mouth’s in want. He hurried and shrugged it off before getting back to playing with your puffy clit. One of his fingers pushed inside of you and you gasped at the feeling of his thick finger pumping into you, “ You’re so pretty gasping for me, wanna hear you moan for me now, little dove.” You held onto the sink for dear life, nails could’ve broken from how hard you were gripping the sink on the sides.

Erwin pushed another finger inside of you, earning a whimper and moan from you, “ Please… go fas-uhhh!” Your moans were the prettiest he’s heard since fucking his favorite student and now situationship since she graduated now. He wouldn’t exactly call them to be in a relationship but he proudly says they were in a situationship since she still had a boyfriend.

Erwin curled his finger and watched your reaction to his fingers and God were you beautiful, “ So damn beautiful taking my fingers, now do you want anything else? Tell me what more do you want, little dove? Wanna become my little slut? Wanna be my little whore? Or do you want to be my Angel?”

His words and his fingers twist and curling inside you were making you come undone soon and you didn’t want to cum that soon. “ Treat me like an angelic whore. Your angelic whore, Mister Smith.” He smirked and stopped his movements for a second— pulling his fingers out but it seems like they didn’t want to let him walk away. Once he finally got them out, he laughed and brought them to his mouth.

“ Shit. You taste so delicious, little girl. So damn delicious just like an angelic whore.”, Erwin groans into your ear as he moves to finish unzipping his pants, letting his cock spill over his dress pants. His pre cum was oozing down his hole. Your mouth watered at the sight of his jumping cock— curved to the right with a girth and length that put other men to shame, pink flush mushroom tip with two visible veins running down his cock.

You breathed out a sigh and unconsciously moved your hands to your clit to play with it, only noticing what you were about to do when he gently slapped your hand. He looked at you with a stern look, “ That’s my job, tsk tsk tsk, a girl who doesn’t listen isn’t acting very angelic is she?”

You hated that he was taunting you and right about it, so you nodded your head in response. He shook his head, passing you the condom, “ Go on and put it on like a good little girl. Let me fuck you until you learn how to become an Angel again.” You reached to grab his cock in your hand, trying to wrap your hands around the entire thing, yet you couldn’t with the little inch of space left to connect your thumb to your other four fingers. That’s how much girth he had. He was a monster.

He was heavy in your hand as you grabbed the condom with your hand, seductively looking into his eyes whilst biting into the condom to rip it open with your teeth. You weren’t about to be a bitch and back down from taking the biggest dick you ever seen or had in your life. You then jumped off the sink still holding eye contact with him as you lowered yourself to your calves since you were still in your heels from Saint Laurent.

He watched you with curiosity in his eyes. He watched you put the condom in your mouth, feeling the glossy rubber in your mouth, moving your mouth a bit until you grabbed his cock with your pretty hands. He threw his mouth back when your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

He held onto the sink when you moved your head all the way down to the base of his cock, putting on the condom with a few coughs and gags from how full your mouth was. When you finally moved your lips off his cock and stood back up to sit yourself back onto the sink with a finger beckoning him to come over and get you, he knew he needed to see you again. “ You're a dream come true.”

You smiled at him in agreement. He stroked his condom wrapped cock with three strokes. Erwin soon rubbed the tip of his cock against your wet folds causing you to wrap your arms around his neck with a nod of your head. He caught the motion and moved inside of you slowly. You felt the rubber and the thickness of his cock spilling inside of you. The silent moan from you was everything he needed for him to ravish you. “ Never had anything like this, little dove.”

You shook your head and he laughed at you. Laughed at you again when you whined at the feeling of him stretching out your pussy when he thrust all the way inside of you with one go. You couldn’t take it, you thought you could but he was too damn big, “ fu-uhhh-ck, Erwin. I can’t.. I can’t.”

Your eyes suddenly watered and he kissed them away before they could drop down your chubby cheeks, “ I got you, little dove. You can take it.” You felt a surge of reassurance enter you so you wrapped your legs around his waist taking him by surprise as well.

He moved in and out of you once he felt you open up to him a little so now both of your moans and groans were mixed with the faded music in the background. You felt like you were in heaven as he gripped your hips with your fupa spilled over his hand, “ Shit, little dove, just like that.”

Your walls kept fluttering around him as you held onto his neck with a vice grip. He picked you up and walked to the wall. When your back hit the wall you knew you were no longer in control. His thrust began to speed up and slaps were heard loudly dancing along the walls of the bathroom. The grip he had on your ass only added to your pleasure, “ You’re fucking me so deep. S’deep~” the dragged out p’ told him more than enough.

Erwin sucked on your lip as he fucked your harder against the wall. The sound of your wet cunt and his balls hitting your ass was enough to add to both of your pleasures, you earned a groan from Erwin, “ Such a naughty little slut. Letting me, mmmgh!, take you against the wall of a bar bathroom.” He swirled his hips prior to snapping them against your thighs causing his cock to snap inside of your pussy hitting your cervix, more like planting gentle kisses on it. The pace got rougher and faster and you knew he was chasing his and your orgasm.

The snap of his hips did wonders to you, wonders that caused you to roll your eyes to the back of your head with your mouth open, letting out a loud moan. “ Fuck! Please keep hitting that spot. M’gonna cum. Gonna cum.” Once you kept babbling the words cum over and over again with tears pouring down your face and drooling down your mouth, he knew he had you wrapped around his fingers now. His grunts were raspier and he was close to spilling all of his hot cum inside the condom.

“ Fuck, this condom is not enough, darling. So we have to meet again in order for me to feel how great this pussy is. Need to feel your walls around me convulsing and taking me in, ready for me to breed this fat little pussy of yours.”, Erwin grunt in your ear as an ending for his statement. His words turned you in even more so when he kept kissing your cervix, your nails scratched down his back and legs tightened around his waist.

“ Ahhn~ m’cummin. Cumming. “, your moans were loud and anyone standing outside the bathroom could hear you loud and clear even with the loud music playing outside. Your cream dripped down your pussy and onto his condom, making the condom become creamy as still moved in and out of you nonstop. Fucking you through your orgasm. You never knew what that felt like until now and you loved it. But the tears that came with overstimulation was maddening.

Erwin followed suit and thrusted three more times before spilling himself inside of the condom. His neat blonde hair was now disheveled all over his head with drops of sweat pooling around his forehead. His breaths were harsh and loud as he continued to grip your love handles as he held you up against the wall. His trousers were to his ankles and his white shirt was drowned in sweat.

His body stuck to your sweaty body with your panties holding on to one ankle. Your heels were still on and the outfit you had on is long gone. This was the sluttest you've ever been in your life and honestly you loved it. Erwin kissed your forehead as you slipped off of him— just standing against the wall breathing in and out. “ My perfect little angelic slut, you did wonderful for me. The first one to take all of me, so proud of you.”

You were finally getting the validation you always wanted. You wanted someone to feel proud of you, to care for you with want or even love. You finally got it after years of not receiving it from your father or mother.

He pulled out of you and got rid of his condom after he stopped cumming into it. Your juices were sticky on the condom and his fingers. Fuck he wanted to feel that in his cock more directly, but he’ll have to wait a while.

Your legs were still shaking, “ Can you carry me to my car out the back door. Can’t let anyone see me like this. Pretty please, daddy. With a cherry on top.” You pop the p’ and he groaned. Only reason he groaned was because you called him the name he longed for you to call him while he was deep inside of your guts. You slipped your clothes on after sliding yourself from under him while he stared at himself in the mirror.

You had scratch marks on his back and he left you hickeys on your neck. Yet he wanted you to mark him like he marked you. He almost wanted to slap himself for getting too wrapped in already when he barely knew you. Once he seen that you were fully dressed and fixed up which was five minutes later. He let you get on his back and you two walked down the hallway, passed the men bathroom and out the backdoor. You told him where your car was and he walked you there.

He sat you down on the hood of your car before hearing you unlock your car. Once you did, he opened the door for you and placed you in the driver’s seat.

“ Here’s my number, Mr. Smith. I will see you next time right? Don’t really care if I don’t, just wanna make sure.”, You asked, giving him your card you made as you looked at him with doe eyes. Your makeup was a little messed up but that’s okay because he liked you like this. So messy just for him.

“ Yes, we will see each other again, sometime. Take care, little dove. Soak in epsom salt as well.”, Erwin says with a small smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes with a little laugh following, “ Will do, after all I have to prepare for my classes on Monday.”

Erwin's eyes widened and he was about to speak but you pulled off already leaving him distraught. You are a student and he didn’t even know that. Hell how could he when you two don’t know each other. He just hoped that you weren’t his student or a student in high school. He didn’t want a repeat or case.

Meanwhile, Eren, Armin, and Reiner were looking for you, hell even Mikasa and the other girls were wondering where you went and hoped you didn’t get snatched or something. Jean was the only one who knew where you were at but he just didn’t know your name. He’ll find out soon.

Oh there was a horny and crazy storm coming your way as you made your way to your house with a small on your face. The drinks that the girls brought were still on the table as they called you. Guess you were lying about wanting to drink.

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[strawberrystepmom]

erwin x f!reader. cw: alcohol. modern au - reader is late 20s/early 30s and he’s late 30s/early 40s. he is a history professor.

“I didn’t expect you to be…”

The way Erwin, the man you were set up on a blind date with, trails off should make you feel self conscious but with everything you have learned about him over the past hour, you simply smile and raise a brow in his direction, sipping from your old fashioned to hide your grin. He watches every move you make, eyes as blue and deep as the ocean sparkling with curiosity, and he finds himself engrossed in everything from the subtle smack of your lips to the elegant way you hold your glass.

“What? So charming? Beautiful? Intelligent?”

One hour in and Professor Erwin Smith smitten by you, something he’d be apprehensive to admit if asked, yet it’s evident on his face and the way he chuckles at your easy jokes.

“I was struggling to pick just one.”

Another grin the lip of your glass can’t hide blooms on your face and you shrug nonchalantly.

“Then why not all of them?”

You are magnetic and he’d be a fool to keep you from feeding him lines and sly smiles from behind the safe barrier of your whiskey and ice filled glass, liquid courage clearly encouraging whatever is happening currently, but frankly - he doesn’t mind. It has been too long since his last date and he needs to send his fellow history department employee Annie a note in thanks for her suggestion of meeting up with you.

It has been more than he anticipated but he isn’t mad about it, watching you finally place your glass on the table in front of you rather than hiding behind it. He’s certain what he’s getting now is you but he’s eager to see more now that you seem more accessible, shifting in his seat slightly.

The older man feels so at ease with you he almost forgets this isn’t a regular occurrence, this is a first date and he must impress even if it means taking the focus from you. He’s almost resistant to the idea of you as anything but the star of this simple dinner shared by two strangers hoping to be more but he clears his throat and smiles, lower lip a little wobbly which belies the touch of anxiety he’s currently feeling.

“Annie told me that you love to read.”

Smiling at the mention of your friend, you shrug humbly and he can’t help but laugh that this is the moment you’ve picked to be coy. Perhaps he’s truly digging beneath the surface, pulling you apart from petal to root, and he leans back in his chair and sips from his own whiskey neat watching you formulate an answer.

Erwin Smith, above all, is a charmer and you’re witnessing it first hand. It’s humbling as the charmer to be the one swept off your feet but he’s handsome enough you let it slide, delicately tracing circles with your index finger around the rim of your glass while contemplating just how much of yourself to give away.

What could it hurt to give at least a little? You don’t sip from your glass this time, peering up through your lashes to be met with the heavily lidded gaze of the man across from you.

Gosh, it’s hard to tell who is charming who anymore.

“I can show you my collection better than I can explain it.”

Erwin chuckles and your face warms. Is it alcohol or pure lust causing all the blood in your body to rush to your face?

“That’s the most creative way I’ve ever been asked to go home with someone, I’ll give you that.”

You gasp, feigning shock and his face falls until you laugh, raising your brow with a half smile.

“I’m only inviting you for a private reading, Professor Smith. Don’t take it too seriously.”

The use of his formal title from your pretty lips is heady and he hums, the sound low in his throat and making your head spin. It’s hard to tell exactly what he makes of you but you believe he likes what he’s figured out so far if how quickly he searches around the room for your waiter is any indication.

“Is that a yes?”

Your brow still raised when his eyes fall upon you and he chuckles, reaching across the table and capturing it in his own. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles and lifts it toward his face, kissing the back of your hand as if he has done it a thousand times. You’ve been rendered speechless and your mouth moves dumbly, searching for words to secure your victory but they simply do not come.

“What kind of man says no to a beautiful woman?”

Your face blazes and your eyes dart from his. It’s safe to say you won’t be winning this round but you hardly mind when you feel his gaze on you, skin prickling with awareness. It isn’t often that you let someone else get the last word but you’ve been given no choice, his thumb still pressed against your palm while gently setting your arm back down on the table in front of you.

“I’m hardly the type to kiss on the first date but I couldn’t help myself.”

Again, you find yourself searching for words and coming up short, grinning and tilting your head. He watches you reach for your glass again. Throat bobbing as you sip, the delicate column contracting, he wonders how his lips would feel against it but is drawn out of the lewd line of thought by your voice, blonde brow raised and mirroring the angle of your own.

“I suppose you’ll just have to find out if I’m the opposite type or not.”

His cheeks turn pink at their high points and you take a satisfied sip from your drink, leaps and bounds ahead of him without trying very hard once again. Despite the current standing, though, you find yourself deeply concerned that he’s matching you quip for quip and you almost veer down the oh so dangerous path of wondering where this man has been your entire life.

You know once you ask that there’s no going back so you simply sit smugly knowing one fact he isn’t privy to quite yet - he may not kiss on the first date but you definitely do and the night is still oh so young.

[utah1me]

Masterlist

Satoru Gojo - Classmate Suguru Geto - Roommate Toji Fushiguro - Husband Suguru Geto - Playboy Satoru Gojo - Arranged Marriage Utahime Iori - Classmate Yuta Okkotsu - Clingy Boyfriend Megumi Fushiguro - Jealous BF Yuji Itadori / Sukuna Satoru Gojo - Adult Film Costar Toji Fushiguro - Adult Film Costar Sanemi Shinazugawa - Mission Suguru Geto - Adult Film Costar Satoru Gojo - Comfort Akaza - Protector Satoru Gojo - Parents Together Tengen Uzui - Oiran Nanami Kento - HS Sweetheart Choso Kamo - Tattoo Artist Satoru Gojo - Actor AU Eren Jaeger - Prisoner Yuta Okkotsu - OnlyFans Megumi Fushiguro - Caring for You Kento Nanami - Malaysia Suguru Geto - Dad Toji Fushiguro - Dad Satoru Gojo - Dad Yuki Tsukumo - Mission Partner Suguru + Satoru - Frat Party Toji Zen'in - Shibuya Satoru Gojo - Frat Boy Ex Kirara Hoshi - Fight Club Invite Choso Kamo - Shibuya Suguru Geto - Frat Boy Ex Suguru Geto - Trainer Toji Fushiguro - Sugar Baby Hiromi Higuruma - Law Partner Satoru Gojo - Prison Realm Kinji Hakari - Ex Boyfriend Kakashi Hatake - Icha Icha Editor Takuma Ino - Boyfriend Osamu Dazai - Ex Boyfriend Choso Kamo - Babysit Yuji Choso Kamo - Aphrodisiac Suguru Geto - Needs You Shoko Ieiri - Fixing You Noritoshi Kamo - Betrothed Toji Zen'in - Betrothed to Brother Satoru Gojo - Alpha Satoru Gojo - Celebrating Birthday Kento Nanami - Professor Kento Nanami - Shibuya Link - Your Sworn Knight Choso Kamo - Vampire Satoru Gojo - Yandere Kento Nanami - Pregnant w/ His Baby Hajime Kashimo - Culling Games Eren Jaeger - Band Satoru + Suguru - Truth or Dare Angel Devil - Roommate Satoru Gojo - Cheating Boyfriend Suguru Geto - Nurse Satoru Gojo - Doctor

Choso Kamo - Phone Sex Yuta Okkotsu - Reunion Denji - New Recruit Nagito Komaeda - Funhouse Satoru Gojo - Bar Hookup Suguru Geto - Talking Him Down Nobara Kugisaki - Shopping Loid Forger - Daddy-cember Shinjuro Rengoku - Daddy-cember Toji Zen'in - Daddy-cember Erwin Smith - Daddy-cember Takuma Ino - Daddy-cember Minato Namikaze - Daddy-cember Levi Ackerman - Daddy-cember Ichigo Kurosaki - Daddy-cember Aoi Todo - Daddy-cember Jean Kirstein - Daddy-cember Eren Jaeger - Daddy-cember Chrollo Lucilfer - Daddy-cember Kokushibo - Daddy-cember Satoru Gojo - Daddy-cember Suguru Geto - Daddy-cember Shilah Hatahle - Daddy-cember

Mikasa Ackerman - Daddy-cember Choso Kamo - Daddy-cember Aspen Rhodes - Daddy-cember Satoru and Suguru - Daddy-cember Yuki Tsukumo - Daddy-cember Toji Fushiguro - Daddy-cember Neji Hyuga - Daddy-cember Jasper Riven - Daddy-cember Zeppelin Everly - Daddy-cember Utahime Iori - Actress AU Reza Azimi - Persian Commander

[lesinquietes]

I once wrote this longfic about Yandere!Professor!Levi who works out of a university and agrees to take you on as his teaching assistant in the first year of your grad degree…… and guys, the brainrot is back 🥺

Tw; coercion, degradation, dominant levi, dubcon (just a sprinkle), oral sex (levi receiving), slut-shaming, spanking

He remembers how much completing a master’s degree sucks. Rewarding? A little. But mostly just a waste of time keeping to the institution’s expectations of excellence. Originally, he only applied to see if he would get one of the scholarships they offered to the poor folk. He didn’t anticipate gaining entry to the program.

Fast forward to eight years later, and he’s cozy in his teaching position. The headmaster is his best friend, Erwin Smith. Life is good. He doesn’t have to teach much with the team of graduate assistants he has each semester. He lets them conduct seminars on course material to get “teaching experience”. As if that’ll help them find a job afterwards.

Although everything seems to have fallen into place for him, there’s still something missing. A void. A yearning. For what, he doesn’t know; that is, until you came along. You make him realize that life isn’t meant to be easy.

For every class he teaches, he receives at least one teaching assistant. Oftentimes, the flock he gets are new graduate students who don’t know their hand from their foot. They’re so nervous in their new role, that they cause more havoc than they’re worth. As such, he’s learned to be a hard ass. It turns out tough love works better than coddling.

But you.

You don’t respond well to either.

And it pisses him off how you’re not predictable. Growing up in the slums made his ability to read situations damn near immaculately. To some degree, he should be able to predict most common behaviours. He’s utterly confused when you don’t respond to reward or punishment. What kind of person are you? The fascination takes him faster than the alcohol did after Farlan and Isabel died in that car accident. Unlike the liquor, he lets his attraction for you bloom.

He treats you like an academic study. He writes down his hypotheses and then conducts an experiment to record data. He documents every method he tries, hoping to make a breakthrough, all while skirting under your radar; the subject can’t know her role in his field research.

Initially, he’s hard on you. He discovered a marking error on one of his students’ returned papers. Usually he doesn’t bother to check his teaching assistant’s work. With you, he’s been putting in overtime.

“The fuck is this?” He growled, tossing the paper onto your desk.

“What?”

You took the sheet onto your hands and scanned the lines with careful orbs. When you reached the bottom, you locked eyes with him. He doesn’t utter a word. You’re bright enough to understand the implicit message.

“I made a mistake,” you state. “I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful.”

You always act so diplomatic with him. He wishes you would let your guard down. You speak to your colleagues with less of an edge to your tone.

“I thought a master’s student would be able to handle bachelor’s level shit.” He antagonized you. “If you fuck up again I’ll scrap your contract for next semester.”

It’s a bluff. He won’t do that. He doesn’t want anyone else getting you as a teaching assistant, least of all that creep Miche. You’re too alluringly odd. Levi wants to lay claim to you.

“It won’t happen again,” you called after him. “Sorry.”

A lightbulb goes off in his head. His vivid memory of your nonchalance gave him a bright idea. You don’t mean your apologies because you don’t care. Truly.

Of course you haven’t been responsive to his rearing techniques; you aren’t interested in what he’s offering. He hasn’t been using the correct rewards and punishments. You’re in this teaching assistant position against your will; you needed to take it on so you could afford to pay your tuition. He bets you’re dying for stimulation.

With this in mind, he sends you an email, requesting your presence in his office tomorrow morning. If you want something to captivate your picky mind, he’s going to give it to you.

He can’t believe his eyes when you actually obey his request to bend over his desk. Your skirt hikes up, revealing your cute panties. They’re white. The way they don’t fit around the cheeks of your ass makes his cock twitch in his pants. The notion that you planned this crosses his mind. He dismisses it in favour of indulging.

Levi smacks his ruler against your ass, revelling in how your holes twitch each time he strikes. You respond well to this punishment. You moan and gasp when he goes harder, panting breathily like a desperate whore. He’s never seen so much life in your face. He only stops hitting your plump globes when the skin feels tender and worn beneath his palm; even then, he gives them one more clap before standing up to tug down his trousers.

You suck his cock next. Who knew you were such a champ at giving head? He helps you along with a firm hand glued to the back of your skull. You choke and slobber when his rip slams into the back of your throat. He doesn’t let up. Tears are streaming down your face until he decides it’s time you worship his balls. He shoves your nose and mouth into his sack, shuddering when he feels your tongue lavish each sphere with your love. It’s almost enough to make him cum.

He can’t take much more of your teasing. He forces himself down your throat a second time and shoots his load. You cough and sputter, but he doesn’t let you off. You’ll only have the privilege of air when you swallow. Once you do, he’s happy to permit you to breathe.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head up. His steely orbs are filled with wanton lust. Your makeup is smeared and your eyes are glossy. You’re in a daze. This is what you wanted all along; to be used by your professor.

Well, if that’s what it’ll take for you to maintain an interest in grading for his class, he’s happy to do it; the next time you need some proctoring, he’ll be sure to claim that wet pussy of yours.

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 3

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 3,824

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, noncon/dubcon, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, death threats, human trafficking, bdsm

When Erwin came home elated Levi knew to be cautious. The larger man rarely got excited over anything really. For years, the two had dabbled in the darker side of business. After so long, it’s hard to really say what started it and why they do what they do.

Levi had grown up on the streets and seen the horrors the world had to offer. A dog eat dog type mentality had stuck with him. If he wanted to point fingers, he could place the blame on his uncle for getting him looped in a sex trafficking ring. He wasn’t proud of what he did: alluring women and men alike to damned them to a life of suffering, but the guilt dissipated.

He got paid good money to step on the backs of others. A man could only handle filth for so long. Levi was able to leave the depths of hell and crawl his way to normal civilization. Within two years he could afford his own home on the outskirts of the city.

Erwin was nothing like Levi. He didn’t join the ring out of desperation, but out of curiosity. A deep hunger grew to see how far he could take it. Watch how he could puppeteer a human’s life and reduce them to smaller bits of themselves.

At the time Erwin had gotten his first job as a professor. They met on pure coincidence as Levi was under the guise of a janitor to scope out new recruits. Again, Levi couldn’t remember how the topic of conversation came up of his real profession, but Erwin's eyes flickered with a sadistic twinge. Erwin wanted to help. He knew his charm and how to convince any man to follow him blindly would be beneficiary. He did have a way with words afterall.

And apparently so as Levi let him into his world.

Within almost a decade the two had created their own ring separate from Levi’s uncle. To this day it flourished. Money was never an issue on top of Erwin’s income as a professor.

So when Erwin came bursting through the front doors with a wide grin on his face Levi was perplexed. The large man never got this happy over a new recruit. A sick apathy mixed with pleasure usually present on his visage, never a smile.

“I found her,” Erwin said, hanging his coat on the rack.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You know how I wanted a personal pet—”

Levi groaned, “I thought we dropped this.”

“Let me finish,” Erwin continued while toeing off his shoes, “This isn’t some girl I’m picking off the street. I used to know her as a child and she’s just… God, she’s perfect, Levi. I tested it out since I took her out for coffee and she was so obedient. She’s hesitant at first, but with a little push, she was so good.”

Crossing his arms, Levi listened to Erwin rant, skeptical. “So what do you want to do?”

Erwin turned sheepish, “I invited her over for tomorrow.”

“You can’t just spring this shit on me,” Levi pinched the middle of his eyebrows in exasperation. Erwin had a problem of bringing home strays.

“She’s different, trust me.”

“We will see about that.”

~*~

The next day when you came over, Levi had no clue what to make of you. You were not what he was expecting. He didn’t think you would be so young. Maybe in your late twenties or even thirties, but not a young woman still an undergrad. Also you were not any bit obedient as Erwin made you out to be.

You had a mouth on you and loved to give Levi an attitude. Your nonchalant questioning of when he answered the door instead of Erwin sunk deep into the man. A want to bend you over his knee itched and burned under his skin. Erwin definitely did this on purpose. He knew how much Levi loved to play with his food.

Though, a tiny part of him softened when he saw your love for tea. You also didn’t question his odd way of holding his cup. Curious eyes glanced before going back to the topic at hand. Erwin diligently helped you with your homework as you soaked up his words. You had no clue this was a trial run.

And you unknowingly passed.

The more time you spent with them, the more Levi wanted to pick you apart and study you. You were an unbearably independent person. Any help offered besides Erwin’s assigned tutoring was met with a multitude of refusals. Even when the secret came out that you were homeless surfaced, you still didn’t want to live in their—well Levi’s—extravagant home.

Your disregard for them offering you a life of comfort was even off putting to Levi. But he had to admit, if twenty-two year old Levi had someone open their luxury home to him, he would be suspicious. This only furthered his interest.

But time withers even the hardest of stone to sand. Over the course of a few months, Erwin had slithered his way into every part of your life like mold. Any foundation you had Erwin engrained himself deep into the grout. A type of spore you couldn’t scrub out.

Levi had taken a backseat to Erwin’s process. This is what the two men usually did when luring victims in. The shorter man would scope out new prey while Erwin hooked them in with promises of riches and to be Erwin’s new lover. You were different. Whether this was to your benefit or misfortune twisted in Levi’s head. He wasn’t stupid to the type of men him and Erwin were. You were bound to crumble in their hands. For your sake, he hoped Erwin wouldn’t get bored as fast.

Though, he was still tempted. He tested the waters by trapping you against the counter. How could he not with how much you poked and prodded him? The mouth on you encapsulated him in a way no other person had. Usually backtalk infuriated Levi to the point of violence, but the need to hurt you was something some would argue was far darker.

So when he easily pinned your leg to the counter and your pathetic attempt to break free, planted the seed Erwin wanted to engrain in him from the beginning. Sure the man chewed him out later that day since you almost opened the door, but he only met him with typical apathy. You were bound to find out eventually and frankly, Levi was too old for this game of cat and mouse.

The tension never left the home. He was sure you thought you were to blame, but the bubble waiting to burst was between the men of the household. Erwin didn’t want to scare you and have you flee, though the sentiment flew right out the window when he hit you.

Levi just about fought Erwin when he slapped you so hard blood poured from your pretty face. He squashed down the want, and coddled Erwin as he babbled and stared at his own hand in contempt. Grabbing a washcloth, Levi rubbed away the red staining his fingers.

“She will come back. Be patient.”

Erwin had a far away look in his eyes as they slid to Levi, “I don’t need patience.”

Levi pinched his brows in confusion. The man was being cryptic again. His confusion was quickly answered when over a month later, you stomped your way to the door. Pounding on the sheet of wood like a mad woman, Levi rubbed away the migraine forming.

Anger radiated around you. Levi didn’t know much of what Erwin did to get you crawling back, but it wasn’t good. You were spitting fire as you barrelled into the home. Levi didn’t have the energy to scold you. All he was aware of that day was D-day. No matter what, you were to be theirs.

The argument escalated and Levi’s questions were finally answered. He didn’t think Erwin was batshit enough to completely cut you off from everything. Impressed by his strategy once again, Levi stood back watching it all unfold. He honestly wanted Erwin and you to argue more, but when Erwin nodded to him Levi heeled.

Wrapping his arm around your throat and suffocating you was unnecessary, but he enjoyed feeling you struggle under him. How you clawed for oxygen. Humans are so fascinating and their primal instincts to survive. Levi wanted to instill at least a little bit of fear in you. No matter how much hot shit you think you are, he will always be stronger.

Your body fell limp in his arms. As he moved his arms to carry you, Erwin detached Levi from you. He wrapped his own limbs around your form in a princess carry. Levi followed behind when you were taken into the room designed just for you. Erwin’s pace reflected giddiness. He had been waiting for this day for years. A little baby doll for him to play with.

Levi went ahead of the lumbering man to open the door for him. Gently, Erwin rested you on the soft, carpeted floor. He had no idea when you would awaken and he didn’t want you to be startled by the crate. Plus, the crate was more Levi’s idea than his.

You had slept through the whole rest of the day and through the night much to Levi’s surprise. Anxiety radiated off of Erwin as he prepared for work.

“Call me if she wakes up.”

“No shit,” Levi answered, in the middle of finishing up Erwin’s lunch.

Neatly packing the food in a bag, he handed the food to him. Erwin’s eyes bounced to the hallway where your sleeping body resides. Levi ushered Erwin out and he obeyed.

With a sigh, he closed and locked the door. To be completely honest with himself, Levi was also growing anxious. Normally the toxin would wear off by now as it was seven in the morning. But, he did give a higher dosage than usual. He had no clue how much you would’ve struggled. Pacifying his own fears, he reassured himself you would be awake by this afternoon.

Walking into the bedroom, your body hadn’t moved an inch from where Erwin placed you on the floor. An itch built up from under his nails at the thought of the filth accumulating. You hadn’t bathed since early yesterday and were in the same clothes. Knowing the scratch won’t go away until you were properly cleaned, Levi bent down and took you to the bathroom.

Washing and dressing you was easy, but felt strange. Levi felt as if he was cleaning a doll instead of an adult. You were so lifeless, limp. Pushing the thought away, he went through your pants and found your phone along with your keys. The little metal piece reminded him your car was still in their yard. Pocketing the keys, his attention went to your phone.

His thumb pressed the side button and your phone activated. The soft glow illuminated his face as he spied your lockscreen. It was an old photo of you and what he assumed were your siblings. What a melancholy image. You clearly missed your family, but had no way back to them. Sliding up he was met with your four digit passcode.

After a couple tries, Levi cracked it with ease. Face buried in your phone, he closed the door behind him and crossed into the main part of the home. Levi instantly went into your messages. You didn’t have many contacts, most were either for work or college. The only active chats were between you, Levi and Erwin.

He moved on to your camera roll as he grabbed his own keys. They clicked together like tiny bells. Turning his attention to the door, he locked it with an audible click and moved to his truck. His curiosity would have to wait as he couldn’t drive and look at your phone at the same time. Pocketing the device, he got in his truck and twisted the ignition on. The black truck rumbled to life and sputtered a bit.

Twisting his body to see out the back window, he drove the car until it was right in front of yours. Jumping out, he grabbed a chain and hook. Attaching the car to your car, Levi grumbled under his breath at their stupidity. Leaving your car in the driveway for this long was an idiotic move. He only wished the neighbors weren’t paying too close attention. They were far away anyway and minded their business. But the problem was driving out in public. The best time would be at night, but the longer the car was here, the more suspicions would fall on them.

Slinking back into the driver’s seat, Levi planned to simply take only backroads. No one really drove in this part of the city anyway. His body shook from side to side driving down the bumpy, gravel roads. The tiny rocks crunched under his tires.

About an hour out Levi met with the lake he visited time and time again. The lake was secluded and not marked by any national park. Deep in the outskirts no one cared to know about. Childhood memories whispered in the air. Pulling up, his truck sunk a little from the soft ground. The area was more of a swamp than anything. The mud would welcome your car in its suffocating embrace.

Hopping out of his truck, Levi clicked his tongue at the wet earth seeping into his boots. Pulling out your key, your car beeped as he unlocked it. He opened the door and twisted your car on. Rolling down the windows half way, he then bent over to switch the gear into drive. Quickly, he ducked out of the car and watched as it drove into the lake. The water slowly swallowed the vehicle. Levi stood there until the car dropped deep, deep into the waters.

Satisfied, he went into the back of his truck and lifted up a shovel and started upturning the mud to get rid of the tire tracks along with his foot prints. Throwing the shovel in the bed, he climbed into his truck and drive back home.

By the time, he arrived back it was ten o’clock and you showed no signs of being awake. So Levi waited and waited, observing your resting form. He drank up how your chest gently rose and fell in tandem. You were so fragile and easy to break. If he so wished, he could crack open your chest and see what made you, well, you.

His finger traced down your chin to the middle of your throat and down to your sternum. He pressed down on the bone until a whine left your chest. Levi tilted his head at the sound, wanting to evoke more whimpers but he knew Erwin would be pissed if he bruised his little girl.

The day wasted away as Levi departed from the bedroom, and went to clean the house and get started on dinner. A tingle went down Levi’s spine, beckoning him to check on you. His instinct was right as he watched you struggle to take in the stimuli and hardly able to move.

When you registered Levi was also in the room, he didn’t expect you to freak out the way you did. Not to the extent of pissing yourself. A sick mix of desire and disgust filled him. He despised the mess flowing out from you, but Levi drank up how humiliation wafted off your form.

Erwin came in just in time. While the egregious man set off to wash you of your embarrassment, Levi went to work to scrub the carpet. Down the hall, he heard Erwin’s gruff voice bark out, but chose to ignore it. Erwin was a big boy and didn’t need Levi to come to the rescue. Plus, he wanted to test how long Erwin could tame his anger.

Once he was done, he made his way into the bathroom. He noticed the door was locked. Taking the key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and put the keys back. Levi caught how your eyes honed in on the set of keys. What a sneaky brat.

He also noticed Erwin’s swollen nose and your now avoidant gaze. Erwin tried to shy away but Levi quickly grabbed his face. It was rare for Erwin to be bested. You were surely going to be a problem if you are leaving this hulking, brilliant man a babbling fool.

Dinner went how he expected. You were reluctant to drop out of college. He couldn’t blame you as your disappearance would be a ticket to your freedom, but they had to be thorough. Your already poor attendance only worked in their favor.

Annoyance built up in Levi at Erwin’s slip up, but he decided it was time for you to go back to bed. You must be exhausted despite sleeping almost two full days away. He could tell you were borderlining on hysterics once more.

Picking you up, he carried you back to the bathroom with pure intentions. Though, you still squirmed for whatever reason. Placing you down, he prepared the toothbrush. You hadn’t brushed your teeth in two days and that itch crawled back under his skin.

As he commanded you to open your mouth, Levi thought nothing of your contemplating glare. Pain shot up from his hand and down his arm.

“Shit!”

You bit him. You actually fucking bit him.

If his rationale wasn’t screaming at him, he could have killed you in that moment. A festering anger boiled as he slapped you back in return. The smile on your face stayed on despite it.

Blood dripped down his arm as he dragged you back into the bedroom. Even though the comment you made was a snide one, you were right. He would have to go to the doctor to get the wound checked out. The bite was deep and the blood had not stopped.

With Erwin’s promise to handle you until he came back, Levi set off to go to the urgent care. Walking by the bathroom, he grabbed a clean hand towel and wrapped his hand within the cloth. Stomping his way out the house, he slammed the door closed and went into his truck.

You were such a little fucking shit. You were in for it once he got back and he wasn’t going to hold back. Fuck what Erwin said. The only way you were going to listen was through harsh punishment. Pain was the best motivator.

Grumbling the whole way, Levi drove swiftly to urgent care. He didn’t care to deal with the annoyance and even longer wait line at the ER. Clutching onto his still bleeding, throbbing hand, he walked through the glass door with some difficulty. You were dead fucking meat when he got back home.

“How can I help you today, Sir?” An eldery woman with a monotone voice behind the counter asked. The clacking of her acrylics against the rickety keyboard grated Levi’s ears.

He held up his hand, “I got bit by a dog.”

“Oh my!” The woman gasped. She reached over with a clipboard and handed it to Levi, “Try to fill this out as best as you can and a doctor should be right with you.”

Levi nodded his head and went over to the vacant chairs. Surprisingly there was only two other people within the waiting area. Grabbing the pen, he wrote with ease despite you injuring his dominant hand. After years of fending for his life he taught himself how to be ambidextrous.

Almost half an hour passed when Levi’s name was finally called. The bleeding finally stopped, but he was sure he would need stitches. The nurse that called him was a tall man with dirty blonde hair. He wasn’t anything significant in any way.

“It’s just right down here.”

He led Levi down the sterile, blaring white halls. The doorknob unlatched with a mechanical crunch. The nurse continued, “So what are you in for?”

Levi walked himself to the examination table and shuffled himself on top of it. “I got bit by a dog,” he repeated.

The nurse’s face grimaced at the thought of the pain, “Yikes, let me take a quick look and then I will grab Dr. Zoe.”

He held out his hand for the nurse to unwind the stained towel. Levi barely flinched when the rough material was tugged from the skin it latched onto. The nurse cradled his hand and tilted the wound towards him.

His face pulled into one of confusion before schooling it, “The dog got you real good, huh?”

“You can say that.”

Clearing his throat, he let go of Levi’s hand, “Well, I’m going to get the doctor now. Try to keep your hand elevated above your shoulder to help stop the bleeding and the swelling.”

With that, the nurse left the room and Levi to his own devices. Boredom quickly ate up at his mind. Little could be done in the room and he didn’t care for playing on his phone. A part itched to explore your phone, but he broke it earlier today on a whim to scare you further.

So he sat there counting the minutes go by until another thirty minutes dragged on. Finally a knock was heard on the door.

“Come in.”

The doctor poked their head in with a goofy grin. “Why, hello! I’m Dr. Zoe.”

Levi grunted in response. He despised pleasantries.

The smile didn’t fall once and kept on, “So I heard you got a nasty bite. Have you cleaned it or taken any medicine at all?”

“No.”

Dr. Zoe went up to Levi and directed his hand towards them. Peeling back the cloth like the nurse did, their face pinched at the wound. “Sir, are you sure this is a dog bite?”

Levi’s expression pulled back in irritation, “How the fuck would I not be sure? I was there when the fucker bit me.”

“Whoa there!” Dr. Zoe laughed, “No need to be so aggressive, gotta be thorough, you know?”

Levi didn’t respond and simply glared at them.

Coughing to fill the tension, they continued, “Well the wound isn’t deep enough to warrant stitches. We still need to clean it and give you antibiotics. If the wound doesn’t clear up or show signs of getting better in two weeks please come back. Also remember to finish the whole prescription to avoid complications.”

Levi nodded his headd and let the doctor dress the wound, reminding him to change the dressing frequently.

He was half paying attention, lost in his own mind of how to properly punish you while he waited for the bite to heal. For his own sake, the short man prayed you lasted longer than two weeks.

[seeingivy]

elevated heart rates 

levi ackerman x f!reader

levi’s a mind reader and you’re a love expert 

content: grad student levi, brain researchers, nile being a weirdo freak (sorry yall), mentions of drinking, levi is shirtless at one point, reader has claustrophobia 

an: started my big girl brain research fellowship today. hence - brain jargon and GRAD STUDENT LEVI

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The room is small - the nineteen of you cramming into the small space of the conference room. You’re located directly at the front, sitting next to your advisor, Dot Pyxis. A leading expert in the field, one of the first neuroscientists you had met at a conference when you were a freshman in college. 

You saw it - the way his eyes lighted up, the way he was stumbling over his words because he was so excited to explain what he did everyday that you wanted that. To be that excited about something. And here you were, sitting next to him about to make it happen. 

You moved to Marley two months ago for this very moment. Your first day at the Brain Consortium - one of the best neuroscience research labs in the country, led by Pyxis himself. He was going to co-advise your thesis, guide you into becoming an expert in the field. Unlike any other, this lab was barely limited to one field, instead equipped with researchers from many different departments, the projects, the papers entirely interdisciplinary. 

There was no other place like it. You can feel your hands shaking as you hand over your hard drive, your presentation loaded on to it. Pyxis had explained it all - there were weekly lab meetings where everyone came together, presenting their research. Everyone gave feedback, asked questions to help further expand and build on the projects. 

And it was your turn. On your very first day, you were expected to explain. What you were going to research, what you were going to contribute, what you were excited about. 

It’s fucking nerve wracking. Pyxis stands up, giving you one last shoulder squeeze, before introducing everyone in the lab to you. He points everyone out - the other assistant professors, post-doctoral researchers, and the other PhD students. 

“Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Petra Ral, and Nile Dok. The other PhD students. I want the five of you to give her a tour of the lab after.” 

They all nod, a few of them giving you encouraging smiles as you start. Pyxis turns to you, taking your seat at the table as you take the pointer in your hands, starting your presentation. 

“Right. Um, I’m F/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you all. I, um, completed my undergraduate studies at Shiganshina University. I got a b-bachelors in applied neuroscience and computational biology. I’ll be presenting my thesis project pr-proposal.” 

You hate this shit. You’re stuttering over your words and they’re all staring back, completely uninterested in your work. The PhD students in front of you aren’t even taking you seriously - the girl with glasses nearly stumbling off her chair from sliding around on it and the guy with dark black, grey steely eyes more interested in his cup of fucking tea than what you were talking about. 

“Right, so. My project aims to study interoceptive signals - like heartbeat, respiration cycles, blood pressure - and use them to predict and decode intentions. These small biomarkers, entirely unconscious to us, are consistent during decision making, unbeknownst to us. We can exploit that - to understand higher level cognition.” 

You’ve got their attention - you can tell. This is always the easy part, drawing them in - the woman from before stopped sliding on her chair, instead leaning forward with her eyes shining at your slides, the guy with the tea momentarily flickering his eyes up to the screen. 

“You can use it to predict how people act, how they feel. Especially for something like heart rate, which is what I want to focus on, you can understand so many things - anxiety, stress, companionship, sexual attraction, romance.” 

You see one of the PhD students murmur under his breath, interrupting you in your stead. Nile, they said his name was. 

“So you want to be a…love expert?” 

The entire room laughs, giving you smiles as you continue on. You give him a smile, responding. 

“I guess you could say that.” 

You continue on - highlighting how the brain regulates these signals, what equipment you’ll be using to record all of it. 

They clap when you’re done. Success. 

 - 

You feel fully settled into the lab, a few months later. You’ve decorated your tiny cubicle, directly in the middle with the other PhD students, with a few knick knacks - a picture of you and your best friend, a tiny little green figurine your parents gifted you, and a rack for your headphones. 

You’re located in the section with the other PhD students, who are…interesting. 

On the first day, they lead you to take the cubicle directly next to Hange, which you realized was a bad idea. Because they set you up. Hange’s a biochemist - doing research on the brain tissue at the molecular level, trying to understand how glioblastomas progress. Meaning - they’re always playing with chemicals at their desk, sometimes too lazy to walk over to the lab, which leads to some interesting smells and…smokes in your area. 

They never get in trouble, because Erwin and Petra always come to save the day. They’re both leading policy experts, studying volition and decision making in hopes to use in applications to the law and judicial systems. Figuring out why criminals commit crimes, using it for to serve justice. They cover up the evidence, distract Pyxis and Shadis, and talk their way out of it on Hange’s behalf. 

And that leaves Nile, who isn’t particularly your favorite. He’s a bit hard to get along with, not exactly personable per say. He’s researching microdosing and addiction - trying to figure out how we can manipulate medicines or drugs into being more or less addictive. 

You almost forgot about him. Levi, who's currently leading you to the MRI room on the other side of the building. Definitely the most intriguing of all of your colleagues - using transcranial brain stimulation to decode intentions. In less jargony terms, he read minds. 

He puts the decisions made on the tests into algorithms, correcting it until the machines can predict the decisions being made perfectly - that can be applied to anyone, not just singular participants. He’s coding human thought into machines. And doing it successfully. 

Levi’s quiet, perplexing, and intelligent. An enigma. He’s stood out to you, more than anyone else, for the simple reason that he’s the only one who doesn’t want to talk to you. Hange invites you out for drinks, Petra introduced you to her boyfriend, Erwin bought you a birthday present even though you didn’t tell anyone it was your birthday, and Nile asked you on a date (which you obviously declined). 

But Levi doesn’t care. You don’t either, but it does intrigue you at times. Why he’s so quiet, so closed off, what he’s always doing on his laptop, who he texts on his breaks. This was the first time you were alone with him - getting roped into participating in his newest study. 

“Newbie has to do it.” 

“Do what, Hange?” 

“Levi likes to experiment on all of our brains. You’ve never done it and he needs someone, so we’re volunteering you.” 

Hange and Erwin pull you up by the wrists, all but pushing you out of the conference room into Levi’s cubicle, where you almost trip and fall over him. He looks up - already deeply uninterested with the three of you standing in his space - as he removes his hands from his keyboard. 

“What, brats?” 

“I’m not participating. She is. Take her away!” 

He looks between the three of you, clearly unamused with how nonchalant Hange was being about the whole thing, as they knocked over Levi’s stack of books on the floom. They nearly shake his entire frame in their hands as they thanked him profusely for not making them participate. 

Erwin picks up the stack of books - somehow shuffling them all out of order as Levi gets even more frustrated - shooing the two of them out of his space. After successfully removing them, you and Levi walk towards the MRI room, all the way across the building, in silence. 

When you get there, he taps his hand on the platform, signaling for you to sit on it. You obediently follow, still not uttering an entire word. You watch him mill around the room - pressing switches, using the intercom to communicate with the operator, turning the lights off. 

“Wearing any metal?” 

“My necklace. I’ll take it off.” 

You reach up, awkwardly fumbling with the clasp as he watches you, his hands pressed to his sides as he waits. You’re not sure what it is - how sweaty your hands are, the way he’s looking at you, awkwardly waiting for you to finish - but you can’t get the clasp off, your hold shaking behind your hair. 

“I can help you.” 

You meekly nod, getting off the platform. Before you can, he reaches forward, his slender hands gathering your hair before placing them across the side to your shoulder. You feel his knuckles against your nape, quickly unlatching the necklace and fixing your hair back into place. 

“I’ll hold it for you.” 

You get back onto the platform, lying flat, as Levi uses the intercom to signal to Armin, one of the undergraduate students who worked in the MRI building. You can feel the platform sliding you into the tube and you suddenly feel it. 

Your claustrophobia. Every horrible thought you can imagine is running through your head as the machine starts whirring, your heart pounding in your chest. An earthquake - the machine would crush you. The magnets can be too fast, the machine malfunctioning while you’re stuck inside it. There could be a fire and you would be left here, everyone leaving you and locking you out of the room. 

“You okay?” 

“Y-yeah, Armin. Sorry. I get a bit claustrophobic, that’s all.” 

“Okay, take your time. Try to stay still so we can get better pictures.” 

You nod, trying to still your breaths as the machine whirrs on again. You can feel your nails digging into your palms, as you try to calm down, the panic still sitting in your chest. You feel a hand circle around your ankle, squeezing twice, as the machine keeps going. 

“You okay, Newbie?” 

“Yeah, Levi. I’m okay.” 

“I’m here. Get out if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll just drag Shitty Glasses by the scalp to do it instead of you.” 

You laugh, his hold still firm on your ankle. You try to focus on it - the fine print on the machine, your back against the platform, his fingers on your skin as the machine keeps going, your panic still writhing in your chest. The MRI finishes - Levi giving you one last squeeze before the platform slides out and you nearly jump out of the machine. 

You and Levi walk back to the main lab, in silence. When you get there, Levi gives Hange’s ponytail one big yank before settling back into his cubicle, giving you a soft smile before you return to yours. 

-   

It’s Levi’s turn to present for the lab meeting. The lab is going to Hizuru for Sigtuna, one of the largest neuroscience conferences to date. The PhD students are all presenting posters, except Levi who was invited to give a talk. 

You had been helping Levi as of late - working with him to identify the sulcuses and the lobes on all of Levi’s MRIs. He had no experience in magnetic resonance imaging whatsoever - something you had spent years learning during undergrad. So the two of you had worked out a system - you helped him with identifying the images and helped you troubleshoot your code for your tasks whenever you needed it (which was often). 

You spent a lot of time together - even if it wasn’t direct. You’d sit in silence in the main conference room, working for hours. He’d bring you a cup of coffee and you would pick up dinner, talking through ideas as you finished off your projects. 

You had helped him write the grant for the talk instead of the poster, helping him with all the physiological portions. He taught you how to do all the analysis for yours - the two of you often the one’s leaving the lab latest, Levi walking you to your car in the dark before walking off to his own. 

You were friends. Project partners. 

He gives you one last look before starting the presentation and you shoot him a thumbs up under the table, which he returns with a smile. He’s explaining - using your brain and Hange’s as the sample templates to explain what he was doing - what parts of the brain he has to use for his machine learning. 

“This is Newbie’s and this is Hange’s brain. In theory, each part of the brain is slightly bigger, depending on what parts of your brain you exercise more. For example, Hange is involved in more motor-dexterity - running all their projects by hand. This part of the sulcus is more developed, bigger because of it, compared to Newbie.” 

Nile nudges you on the side, whispering something about how he can give you something to do with your hands if you needed it. You roll your eyes, awkwardly shuffling farther as you refocus on what Levi was saying. 

“This part of the brain is more developed for Newbie, the Brodmann areas - associated with critical thinking, higher level cognition, decision making. Good thing I didn’t use your brain, Dok. We wouldn’t even be able to catch it on the image if we used yours.” 

The entire room laughs - Nile sulking in his chair as Levi continues. You don’t miss the look he gives you afterwards, his eyes uncharacteristically soft when he meets yours, as he continues the presentation. 

When he finishes, Pyxis goes over the room assignments, mentioning that there were three rooms for all the PhD students - meaning a few of you would have to pair up. You turn your neck to look at Petra, who's already nodding and agreeing with Hange that they would room together. You deflate, watching Erwin and Levi pair up. Which leaves you next to Nile, who's all but too excited to be your partner. 

He slings his arm around your shoulder, saying that you guys can share the bed if it gets cold at night, which leaves you shooting dangerous looks at Hange. Levi catches on first, immediately dragging Erwin over to where the two of you were standing. 

“Dok. Erwin is going to room with you.” 

“Says who?” 

“Says me. Don’t argue with me today, I’m already sick of you.” 

Levi grabs you by the wrist, dragging you towards the other side of the room as he rambles on. 

“What a fucking idiot. First he interrupts me during my talk and then starts saying perverted shit like that. Someone’s going to smack him upside the head one day and I surely hope for my sake it’s me.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him twice before letting go. 

“Thank you for that - I was literally going to vomit if I had to room with him.” 

“Well, I told you before. I’m here if you’re uncomfortable.” 

You nod, the two of you walking into the conference room to make edits to your presentation. 

 - 

You and Levi come back to your hotel room after the conference, positively plastered. He’d all but given his talk perfectly and your poster won an award at the end - which meant you and Levi were celebrating well into the night. 

You had your arms slung around each other, your weight uneven, as you both slide back into the hotel room, falling onto the singular bed in the room. You and Levi were greeted with the unpleasant sight earlier in the day - you and Levi both insisting that you would be the ones to sleep on the couch. 

You’re both lying face up on the bed - your cheeks flushed, your chests heaving up and down, the only sound in the room being your shaky breaths. Your hands are still locked together, your brain fuzzy from the events of the night. 

You and Levi amble up after a few minutes, both attempting to change into your pajamas and go to bed. You ogle Levi as he takes his shirt off, watching from the side of the mirror. He catches you, walking closer to you. He still reeks of beer, still shaking on his feet. 

He leans over, pressing his forehead against yours as you hold onto his arms, grounding your fingers into his biceps. He’s still not wearing a shirt, his bare chest on display. You fight the urge to stare at him full on. 

“You’re smart, Y/N.” 

“You’re smart too, Levi.” 

“Did you pay attention during my talk?” 

“Y-yes. You code the information, like a puzzle, to figure out what people’s intentions are.” 

“Hm. You be me. I’ll give you the information and you figure it out, okay?” 

You nod, barely understanding what he was getting at as you lean into him. You can feel the buzz dying down, the tiredness setting into your bones. 

“I’m not a mind reader like you, Levi.” 

“You’ll get this one. You’re my smart girl.” 

He reaches down, securing his hands around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Your hands and frame are pressed against his chest, his skin cold to the touch.

“You caught my eye on the first day, with your perfectly pressed hair and that stupid black skirt.” 

You can feel your breath catch in your throat, the sound not leaving your throat.

“You take the cubicle two feet down from mine and I can’t help but watch you - reorganize your desk, get up to get water, scribble things on the whiteboard.” 

You can feel his heartbeat get faster against your hear, his grip on your waist tightening. You’re suddenly too aware of what’s happening - Levi, PhD Levi, is shirtless, hugging you in a hotel room. The lights are dim, there’s only one bed, and he’s holding you. 

“I don’t work with other people at the lab, but when you ask, I do. I leave the lab way past the required time, willingly spending more time in a room with that idiot Nile in it just because you’re in it too.”

“Levi.” 

“I’m not done.”

“It drives me crazy, every time Nile talks to you, touches you, looks at you. I want to sock him in the face - because he’s not nearly good enough for you. Not that anyone could be, but for some idiot like that to think he stands a chance is next level infuriating.”

He releases his hands from your face, lifting his hands to cup your face. His touch his soft, his thumb caressing the burning skin on your cheeks as his eyes meet yours.

“I think about you all the time. When I wake up, when I go to sleep, when I eat my breakfast. When I’m not with you, I just want to be around you. And when I’m around you, I want to be with you.” 

He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips are pillowy soft, his breath tickling the edges of your forehead. 

“What does it mean? Figure out my intentions, smart girl.” 

You can feel your entire body burning, your head still spinning - from the alcohol, Levi’s touch, his words ringing in your ears. 

“You…like me.” 

“That’s a fact. Not an intention.” 

“You…want to kiss me?” 

He smiles, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. The kiss is warm, the taste of the beer still hanging on his lips. You can feel his hands moving, carding through your hair as you reach up to press your hand against his shoulders. He kisses you for a long time - your body burning at the entire sensation. He breaks apart, still smiling against your lips. 

“Smart girl.” 

“Do you…remember my research, Levi? From the first day?” 

“I’ve memorized every single thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

You can feel your cheeks flushing, Levi’s hands returning to squish the sides of your face. You grab one of his hands, opening up his fingers and placing it flat against your chest. You move his hand around, until you’re sure he can feel your heart - which is pounding in your chest. 

“Heart rate can give away a great deal. The biomarker can help you understand a lot of different emotions. Figure out which one I’m feeling, Levi.” 

He leans forward, pressing soft kisses all over your face as he starts asking. 

“Anxiety?” - a soft kiss, right on top of your head. 

“No.” 

“Stress?” - a light kiss, right on your closed eyelids. 

“No, Levi.” 

“Companionship.” - a sweet kiss, right on your lips. 

“Yes. But that’s not the one I was looking for.” 

You watch a smirk spread across his face as he leans down, spreading soft kisses all along your neck. He murmurs against your neck, a hint of teasing in his voice. 

“Sexual attraction?” 

“Levi. Quit being a tease.” 

“Shut up, brat.” 

“No. You missed one, Levi.” 

“What was it?” 

“Love. A heartbeat can give away a great deal - can even be used to indicate and understand romantic feelings.” 

He press his hand against your chest again, your heart still hammering. 

“It’s fast. What does that mean?” 

“That I love you.” 

You see a big smile spread across his face, reaching all the way up to his eyes. You see him now and you think it’s the best he’s ever looked - messy black hair, pink cheeks, squinted eyes. He reaches down, opening your fingers and placing them against his bare chest. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest. 

“Fast.” 

“Yeah. Means I love you too, smart girl.” 

- 

[m-jelly]

Hello I requested professor Erwin x surgeon reader. Can I request smut at end like reader dominating erwin in first round and erwin dominating reader in second round plz. I want both Dom and sub erwin, m a simp for him

Erwin loving

Pairing: Erwin x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, smut, dom and sub, couple switching the lead, romance, teasing, fluff, kinky, ties, slightly rough. It's just a mix of things, nothing extreme.

Concept: It's just smut.

You yanked on the ties tightly and hummed a laugh as Erwin grunted. Your husband looked good tied to a chair. He looked good panting and whining a little. He looked good with his chest rising and falling in anticipation and pleasure in having you. You loved how his long cock strained against his trousers.

You ran your fingers lightly over his shoulders as you walked around him to face him. "My, my, my, Mr Smith." You smiled at him. "Don't you look a treat."

He tugged on the restraints making the muscles on his arms bulge. "Only for you."

You nibbled your lip as you admired his massive pecs desperate to break out of his tight smart shirt. "You look good enough to eat."

He smirked at you. "Why don't you?"

"Patience." You ran your finger down his chest. "Your poor shirt is just about hanging on."

"Watch this." He pressed his pecs against his shirt causing the button to pop and fly off. He sighed as his pecs spilt out of his shirt a bit as his shirt opened. "See?"

"Impressive, but I have you beat."

"Oh yeah?"

You grabbed your smart shirt and yanked it open making buttons fly. You tossed your shirt to show Erwin you had a corset under. You dragged the zip down on the back of your pencil skirt and let it drop to the floor. You stepped out in your heels and hummed a laugh as you ran the straps on your thighs through your fingers. You snapped them and slowly twirled around for Erwin to show off your underwear set in soft pink.

You walked up to him. "Well?"

Erwin moaned as he eyed your delicious body. "You have me beat."

He caressed his cheek with the back of your hand. "Poor Erwin." You grabbed his chin and lifted his head. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

He leaned up for a kiss. "Yes, my love."

You kissed the end of his nose. "Good boy." You walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Let me take good care of you."

He whined as you pushed one hand down his chest to his nipple. You lightly caressed and played with him making him pant. You pinched his nipple making him moan. You ran your tongue along his ear before biting it and giving it a tug. You giggled as he moaned in delight at your touch.

Erwin panted as his erection strained against his trousers. "Ngh, love."

You ran your hand up to Erwin's neck and squeezed the sides. "Is there something you want? Something you need?"

He parted his legs. "You know what, my love."

You hummed and pretended not to know. "Mm, no I don't. You'll have to tell me."

Erwin huffed a little. "Naughty girl."

You giggled as you squeezed his neck and pushed your other hand down his body. "Why don't you tell his naughty girl what you need."

He lifted his hips a little. "Touch me."

You pressed your fingers into his pelvis above his belt line and massaged. "Where?"

He growled. "My uh..."

You played with the hair of his treasure trail. "Your?

"C-Cock. Please?"

You kissed his temple as you unbuckled his trousers. "Good boy." You pulled his cock out and moaned. "So big."

Erwin sighed in relief at having his cock freed. "It's all for you."

You ran your finger up and down his length and admired it twitching. "So kind, so generous, so sweet." You shifted his head to the side and bit his neck as you moved your hand up and down on his cock. "Delicious."

Erwin panted and moaned in delight. "You feel so good."

You released his neck and moved your hand to his pecs. You massaged and played with his sensitive nipple. You pinched hard as you started to tease the tip of his cock making him sigh and shiver. You kissed his ear over and over then gave him a tiny nibble. You smiled as he whined at you for teasing him again.

You released him and walked around to the front of him. "Need more?"

He grunted. "Yes."

You straddled him and moved your hand fast on him. "You want to cum?"

He moaned your name loudly as his head leaned back and his brows knitted together. "Oh, fuck yes."

"You like this?"

He panted and nodded. "I do, I really do. Darling, you feel so good."

You pushed your hand into his trousers and massaged his balls. "Are you thinking of my pussy?"

"Mm, yes. Your hot wet pussy."

You leaned closer and kissed him. "You want to fill me with your cum?"

He crashed his lips against yours. "Yes, I want to fill you to the brim."

You purred. "I want it too."

He thrust his hips up as he panted. "Darling. I'm...I'm gonna." He moaned in frustration when you stopped touching him. "Ngh."

You giggled as you cupped his neck. "Something wrong?"

He growled at you. "You're being very naughty. It's like you want me to punish you."

You ran your finger down his cock slowly. "Mm, maybe."

He sighed. "You like it, don't you?"

You kissed him and purred. "Yes, and I think I'll tease you more. You'll be a good boy, right?"

"Yes. I'll be a good boy for you."

You pushed your hand into your underwear and sighed when you lightly touched yourself. You softly moaned as you gathered your honey on your fingers before rubbing your clit. You clenched your thighs as you moved a little faster. You closed your eyes a moment and let yourself sink into blissful pleasure.

Erwin moaned at you. "My love, you look so good."

You squeezed your toes as you felt the coil tighten. You gripped Erwin's shoulder and locked eyes with him. You moaned as you came against your fingers. You purred as you coated your fingers. You pulled them from you and looked. You smiled when you watched Erwin lick his lips and stare at your fingers.

You smiled at Erwin. "You want to taste?"

He nodded. "Please." Erwin opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He moaned when your fingers entered his mouth. He moved his tongue over your fingers before popping them out of his mouth. "Delicious."

You nibbled your lip and whined. "You're too sexy for your own good."

He chuckled. "Thank you."

You moved and turned your back to him. "I have to get my own back."

Erwin grunted when you moved your behind against his cock. He watched your perfect cheeks covered in light pink lace softly rub him. He tugged on his restraints as he craved to be deep inside your pussy. He wanted to ravage you against the bed. He wanted to bite your shoulder as he filled you with cum.

He yanked at his restraints and felt the wooden chair crack. He moved his hips with your movements and smirked when his cock slipped between your legs. He admired you as you grinded your clothed pussy against his hard dick. He knew very well that you were losing your dominating character and were becoming his cute little sub.

You squeaked when Erwin ripped out of the chair and broke it. You gasped when he lifted you up and slammed you face-first against the bed. You looked back at your lover as he panted and pulled off the ties on his wrists. You wiggled your bum at him and gave in. You wanted him to take control now.

Erwin smiled and spanked you hard making you moan. "Naughty girl."

You mewled in delight. "Erwin."

He yanked your underwear to the side before slamming his dick into you making you scream in pleasure and him moan loudly. He grabbed your hips roughly and began pounding himself into you as if he was a beast in heat. He grunted when your pussy walls fluttered around him. His fingers dug into your skin as he ravaged you.

You tugged and cried out in pleasure. You drooled against the bed as your legs shook. You felt overwhelmed with pleasure burning through you. You were in pure heaven as he took over your pleasure and had it under his control. He bucked hard into you, his hips slapping against your bum so hard that it made them pink.

Erwin pushed his big hand into your hair and grabbed some of it. He pulled you up against him making you moan so deliciously for him. He reached down and started playing with your clit. He chuckled as your eyes rolled back into your head as the intense pleasure consumed you.

Erwin nipped your earlobe. "Cum for me."

You gasped and shook against him. "Mm!"

"Cum."

You screamed out in pleasure as you came hard around Erwin's cock. "F-Fuck."

Erwin pushed you down against the bed and pressed his hand to the back of your neck. "Good girl. Look at you enjoying my cock. You were so perfectly dominating and now you're my sub."

You tugged and pulled at the bed. "Erwin."

He leaned down and pressed his body against yours. He covered your back in kisses before biting your shoulder. He growled against your skin before biting and kissing up to your neck. He panted and moaned right against your ear making you shiver in pure delight. His deep moans sent pleasure coursing through your veins.

He released your neck and pushed his hands up the bed and tangled his fingers with yours. He fully pressed his body against yours and began pressing himself in deep and passionately. He made sure that every inch of his long cock was inside you. He made sure that he caressed every part of you and made you feel all of him.

He panted and shivered. "You want me to cum inside you?"

You nodded and whimpered. "Y-Yes."

"You want me to breed you and fill you with cum?"

You moaned in delight. "Yes."

He nuzzled the crook of your neck and smiled at you. He kissed you and hummed in happiness as you both shared a loving kiss after a loving kiss. You pushed all your feelings into it and Erwin showed you all his love back. His thrusts were no longer dominating and possessive but loving and passionate.

Erwin pulled back from your lips and sighed. "I love you." He softly said your name and smiled. "I love you so much."

You smiled softly. "I love you too. I love you, my sweet wonderful husband."

Erwin moved against you just the way you needed it. "Are you close, my darling?"

You nodded and mewled at him. "Y-Yes."

"Good girl." He grunted when you clenched him. "You're so wonderful. You're so perfect. I love all of you."

You gasped as you felt the snap. "Erwin!" You shook under him as you came hard. "Mm!" You felt your orgasm surge through you like a tidal wave. You bucked against him as you tried to control your breathing. "Ah."

Erwin kissed your cheek and head. "Good girl." He grunted and pressed deep into you as he came hard. He moaned your name as his cum poured deep into your pussy. "F-Fuck. Mm, my love."

You shivered. "Mm, warm."

Erwin cuddled you tightly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm perfect."

He pulled himself out of you and lay on his side. He dragged you into his arms and played with your hair. "I didn't get too rough, did I?"

You caressed his cheek and smiled sweetly at him. "You were amazing. Was I okay? I wasn't too much with the teasing and leading?"

"You took my breath away."

You giggled. "Great."

He nuzzled his nose against yours. "Your underwear is incredible. You look so good in it."

"Thank you. Could you pull the ties though? It's a tad tight."

Erwin reached for your back and pulled your corset loose for you. "Better?"

You let out a relieved sigh before yanking your corset off and throwing it. "Better, thanks."

Erwin purred. "Boobs."

You pulled Erwin to your chest and let him nuzzle. You massaged your fingers into his hair. "I just realised, you broke a chair to get to me."

"I did." He lifted his head and smiled at you. "I just wanted you so badly."

You giggled. "You're adorable."

He kissed you and sighed through his nose. "And you are so sexy." He hugged you tightly in his big strong arms. "Mm. I think we need a nap."

"Mm, you're right. Oh, but I'll need to pee soon but my legs..."

"I'll help." He sat up and stretched. "I'll get us some water."

You blew him a kiss. "Thank you." You sat up and waited for Erwin. You smiled when he returned with water and some chocolate. "Mm. Yummy."

He fed you and helped you drink. "Good girl."

You giggled as he showered you in kisses. "Thank you, Erwin. I love you."

"I love you too."

[riewritten]

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DUSK IN THE BRIGHTEST | chapter directory

erwin smith/fem!reader, erwin smith/you, no y/n | slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff & smut, mutual pining, canon AU, college/univ AU, professor erwin smith, commander erwin smith, non-linear narrative, manga spoilers

Trigger warning: canon-typical violence, graphic description, explicit sexual content, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues, trauma, implied/referenced sexual harassment, implied/referenced abuse, attempted murder, overdosing

Plot: It was always the nightmares, really. Entrapped with walls, human-eating giants, fighting through metal strings and swords – utterly violent, dreary, recurrent. But behind the blurry faces was a man with menacing blue eyes and vivid features; eventually appearing before you as your new reputable professor, Erwin Smith. Since then, the disaster had slipped beyond your subconscious. AO3

As you dwelled on your cries, the commander finally sat down again; his fingers continuously glided on your cheeks to soothe you somehow.

"How are they in that world?" He finally spoke again after a while.

"The two are living as Levi's siblings. Isabel, while a full-on brat, stuck to me since we were children. Furlan is very composed and he helps Levi in lots of things." You chuckled a bit despite the tears due to random memory. "You won't believe me when I say he used to hold me with affection and now he's having a happy crush on the current queen."

Indeed, that would be hard to imagine. Erwin had to register that with a small laugh as well. "The others?"

"I haven't met Miche, Hange, and the others yet but they're friends with you two. I hear them a lot from you and Levi."

"Miche… he's living a better life as well, I see." He pondered. For some reason, his voice was a mixture of relief and bitterness. "How am I in that world?"

"You became quite like your father despite having him for just a short time. You've been very gentle to everyone, especially to me, and helped me without hesitation because I was left behind for so long due to lots of things…" You bit your lip to suppress another wave of emotions. "And you also chose to remember everything in this world by dreams so you could pay for your debts. That's why our paths crossed again. You were my saving grace in that world. Having this vision was too tormenting for me until you came."

"It's good that I didn't end up too much of a bastard somehow." He finally withdrew his palm on your cheek and rested it on your hand instead. "Are you healthy enough in that world?"

"I am. I was poisoned with soup then stabbed but I think I'm fine in general."

"Soup?" Erwin repeated in surprise. "So all this time—"

"I quickly overcame my fear towards the dish when you repeatedly accompanied me while eating it." You clarified with a chuckle. "But that's why you're on the edge in that world as well. Despite some distinctions, you're completely the same cruel man."

"If I ever did murder the perpetrator in that world, would you be able to forgive me?"

"Of course, I would. I'm staying no matter what." You answered resolutely. "It doesn't need to clash with seeking accountability, after all."

Silence enveloped the whole room. You heard Erwin gulp after a while as if trying to articulate the next question. Then you realized he might be having a hard time voicing it out because he squeezed onto your hand.

"Was I able to give you all the love you deserve in that world?"

That's when you finally let the tears drip down again. It was silent weeping this time and you held onto his hand tightly as well. "You're a man full of teasing and banters but you also keep on telling me that I'll get everything I want in that world. That you'll make up for it somehow."

"Is that so," He weakly muttered and stayed still again. When you glanced at him, you almost sobbed out loud. He looks so sad and on a closer look, it's as if he's a lost child who's so conflicted about what to do. His eyes are glued on the hand he's holding and it's obvious that he's taking quite a while coming up with other things to say. Never in your life did you think you'd ever see this man so lost with his words.

"Do you want to go back?" He muttered.

Somehow, as the sight continuously burns your vision, you notice how he's trying to muster up the courage to finally let you go.

You weren't able to stop the sobs then. "I could live everywhere as long as you're alive."

"But the people dear to you are alive in that world. It's needless to say that you'll be happier there."

"You're the only reason I existed again. You strongly wished for me to exist, that's why I'm here even after using the power granted to me. Your existence is what matters to me the most."

"You say that I'm still the same man in that world… but do I actually have the ability to protect you with all my might?"

"You have. We could protect ourselves. There are no monsters in that world." You repeated what you had said back in Wall Maria.

His eyes widened then as if that remark ultimately concluded the whole bargain. Finally, his grip on your hand untightened.

Despite the calm wistfulness, he looks more broken this time. You weren't able to take it so you gripped his hand again. "I'll stay here. You don't need to convince me anymore. I could live with you here. I would love to do so."

That's when Erwin finally smiled. It was the most poignant smile you've ever seen of him, in this world and the other one. He gently removed your grasp on him and shook his head. "You came here to save me and so your job here is done. That's more than enough for me."

"No. You said it, right? We can do the things we weren't able to do before. I would love to have that life. You told me I'd look good living inside the walls as well. Then live with me." You're the one doing the bargain this time. "It's not fake security anymore and I'd be able to live beside someone I love. We don't even have to quit at all. We just have to—"

You were cut off gently when Erwin leaned in for a kiss. He held on to your cheeks and languidly glided his lips to yours. It's slow, too slow that you just know he is savoring it for the last time. You let him melt down your sobs then.

He halted after a while with both of your lips barely touching and breathing in each other's air. "Isabel needs someone right now." He whispered.

"No. She has everyone to take care of her." You begged, completely setting aside the worries in pursuit of coaxing the man above you who had nothing in this life but pure suffering.

"Furlan is having a hard time. If a man as composed as him is having such difficulty keeping himself up then you really need to go back."

"Again, you just have to let me live with you. They have each other and we don't need to worry about them."

"How about me in that world? Who do I have there?" You were shot into silence then. Somehow, Erwin hoped you would be able to pitch in a name. Perhaps that'd make him reconsider his decision. When you didn't respond, he just smiled again and landed a chaste peck on the bridge of your nose.

"You need to come back and stop me from doing something irreversible or if I already did, you have to be there and forgive me." He landed another one on your forehead. "Because you're sweet like that, my dearest girl that's holding me with so much affection. You're the one who's been saving me all this time and I need another saving in that world right now."

"But I could just stay here, don't you want that? We could finally have good things together."

"The fact that there's a world where we could get that is more than enough for me. What you did in this world is more than enough for me." He said while hushing your tears away.

You start to feel as if you're being pulled away from your body, each second ticking until you disappear into thin air, until you leave the body that Erwin is holding so dearly.

No, just a moment. I'm not done yet. I need to have him realize that I'm meant to be here.

"You went through a lot as it is and I could finally stay beside you to get past our miseries. I was dead set on dying there but if I could have the chance to live with you here—" However, you realized that Erwin's words are to be heard as well because it's by his will that you're here. He's the one who vehemently desired to see you again even if it's just a glimpse. He's the one who begged for the parallel and had it full of glitches. "You won't let me go, would you?"

"I won't. I have you beyond worlds after all. See, you have this terrible man stuck on you for several lifetimes." It's as if the Erwin smiling in front of you also knows well that he had the final say as much as you do.

He lands another kiss as he finally decides to let you go, for this moment is the last one you'll ever have of him — the man who had tons of mistakes and sought to be forgiven, the one who died and still begged for you to save him, and the one who vehemently believed that seeing you again even just for a minute is more than he could ever wish for.

"Thank you for coming to me."

It’s as if your mind has been flying away inside an abyss since then. You could hear words but they’re just playing around in the air. What’s keeping you from breaking is that last moment playing inside your head so vividly on repeat. Despite not knowing how long you've been doing it, you're still more than thankful at the sight. There's no way you'd get sick of it when you're well aware that by the time it stops playing, you won't see nor feel the commander ever again.

On the day you finally got agency with your thoughts and body again, even for a short period, you woke up screaming. Your body reeked of sweat even though the temperature was not even high. The peaceful and well-cleaned room is spinning around your eye. Every corner of it is threatening you with death, kitchen knives, blood, scattered utensils, and broken plates. This wasn't even included with your worries until this very moment. There's a lump in your throat that makes it hard for you to breathe and it's more than enough to acknowledge that you're back for good. It's your body that's reacting to all of this, not your consciousness beyond this world.

Fortunately, everyone is inside the house today including Erwin. Kuchel’s household usually takes turns tending to you so everyone stopped in their tracks as soon as they heard you screaming in the room, from words like "mom" and "I'm sorry" up to painful cries about how you want to see your brother again. They stormed towards where you are. Everyone who'd go near you during these episodes could be perceived as a threat, that's why they have to be careful not to invade your space.

It was Kuchel who spoke first, gently and tranquil. The rest waited at the door. "It's okay, it's okay. Look at your surroundings. You're in a completely different place. No one's gonna hurt you here." Kuchel slowly walked.

You can't even hear her, not at all. "Mom, I don't–" You gripped your hair with both hands “I don’t remember. This isn't what I intended to create when I—" You cut yourself off with a shaky gasp as you clutched on your left stomach. "—it hurts. Oh, it hurts. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You felt how it's bleeding, how it'd spurt out the blood from you anytime soon, your organs gushing out along the way.

Furlan and Isabel can't even look at you anymore. Levi still had his composed face but his eyebrows were curled, perhaps in worry, anger, or both. Erwin's expression was grim, nearly unreadable, as he followed your every move. Despite Kuchel's completely composed demeanor, this is an utterly painful sight to see as there's no wound in your stomach anymore. Your mother's not holding a knife at you because she's dead. She can't hurt you anymore. No one could.

Nothing but the flashes of memories that'd stay in you for the rest of your life.

That's the cue for her then as the pain perceived by your brain would distract you from seeing someone walking as a threat. She tried a palm on your head at first to test, but you flinched and screamed so she pulled back. Kuchel then stayed half a meter away, knelt down to your level, and whispered things only audible to the both of you. Slowly but surely, her whispers subsided your panic down into sobs. You still had your eyes shot really wide but the mind hysteria decreased. Kuchel tried to touch you again, this time you were calmer; she took that as the cue and gently engulfed you in her embrace. As she caressed your head, you hugged your knees. The sobs weakened until they became mere huffs. She then laid you down, let you curl yourself up in a fetal position, and closed your eyes after a while. Breathing became steady then. You're sleeping again. Kuchel finally halted her hands. That's when those who'd like to go near you entered, Erwin first.

Upon sitting on the bed, Erwin placed a hand on your cheek to check something, "She's having a fever again.”

Isabel is crying this time but she didn't dare utter a word anymore. She walked out to get a towel and basin with water. Levi reached a hand on top of her head though, halting her for a while. "I know that face. Don't blame yourself again. She's already here."

Her bottled-up thoughts finally broke. "Why did you listen to me? I'm your stupid sister, a good-for-nothing brat. I didn't even dare go to college. Why did you? Both of you should've known better!" She also shot Furlan a glare.

The way she's shouting at Levi is a completely new sight to see. Indeed, she tends to shout a lot but this one’s completely angry and spiteful. Even Furlan is completely taken aback. Isabel's train of thought has been crippled since that evening. Not only you who got physically harmed would be scarred in the mind. The only time she stopped waking and throwing up in the middle of the night was when you finally woke up.

Levi ruffled her hair. "I told you she's here already. No one will blame you. Not even Mom blamed you when you finally told her." He then moved Isabel's head to turn it towards Kuchel's. The mother flashed an apologetic smile at her. "Not even the brat lying down beside her would blame you. You know that much by now, don't you? You're the one closest to her here."

Isabel gulped the lump down her throat. Everyone paused. After wiping her face, she walked away without a word. She's still shaking. Her fists are clenched just as usual, so hard that her hands are stained with red marks.

"I'll buy meds outside." Furlan quietly excused himself.

Kuchel walked towards the two and patted their shoulders to say something. "Her father won't be coming back. He cut all his connections off and I discovered the other day that he already has a new family overseas. Maybe the divorce was what pushed that woman to her limits. I don't even know about it. Not even their child got aware." Erwin then widened his eyes. He's the one who initiated the search for him after all. "That's pretty much it. She's got nothing but us now. Not that it made any difference. It's been like this ever since." Then walked away as if nothing happened. Her composure did not falter at all. It says a lot about how her eldest is the same.

Then Erwin and Levi were left alone. Levi started. "You're fortunate she killed herself first before you could."

Erwin folded his arms as he leaned on the door jamb, watched your now tranquil figure then clicked his tongue. "Fortunate, you say?"

"What do you think would happen if this girl finally came back to her senses and discovered you became a murderer instead?"

"She already knew that'd happen.” He blatantly uttered it to you after all. He’s just quite uncertain if you would actually remember. “And yet I'm too livid to care, I don't think I ever could."

Of course, Levi should know this much by now. He changed the topic then. "When you went to her that day, did you bring a weapon?"

“I'm the one who gave her the weapon, even asked her to kill me. I got nothing but words. Do you think I'm the one who led her into that?"

"Don't throw questions on me. Explain what happened instead."

Erwin silently walked toward you and sat on the bed. Before answering, he fixed the blanket so it'd cover you properly. He made sure your head would be the only thing visible as if recalling your humorous exchange way back at the balcony could help in toning down his grim thoughts. His demeanor stayed dark though, utterly dark. "Nothing dangerous. Just told her she's already dead and I'm giving her the chance to choose if she'd be the one to do the final act or me. If she chooses me then I'd do her some service like the good man I am. Something that'd take a whole day."

"You—" Levi shot his eyes wide. "Urged her to do that?"

Instead of answering, Erwin busied himself brushing his hand on your head. You squeaked and moved a bit but didn't wake up. When he gave Levi a look again, the latter had to register the sight. Erwin looked utterly perilous right now despite his tranquil touches. His face was flat as stone, not even a curl on his eyebrows nor a scowl. The menacing glint in his eyes is more than enough to remark how angry he is right now and how unremorseful of what he did. He might be willing to do more, even. Levi almost shuddered. Considering how Erwin holds you right now despite the face he's having, it seems like you're the only one safe in this space as of the moment.

Levi doesn't want to imagine what would become of him if you really died. "What the fuck is up with that face?"

"She's the one who ended her suffering. Did herself a favor and died. Who do you think is the more fortunate one here, Levi?"

"What have you done, exactly?"

"I do deadlines in my profession a lot so I tried having it to her as well. If this angel doesn't wake up in two weeks—" Then his caresses slid on your cheeks instead. "Perhaps a stab, or having the nails removed, hour after an hour, no drugs involved, let her blood dry out all over her house. Anything, really. I also visited her daily for gentle reminders; told her that the time is ticking and that I accept requests. Gave her intricate details of what I would do to her if the deadline came. She tried to stay from one place to another to avoid me but I always ended up bumping into her coincidentally. I think the setup in this world is pretty much in my favor, unlike the previous one."

The search warrant didn’t even last for more than 24 hours. She was quickly found dead.

Realization daunted Levi. “I thought you only went to her place once.”

"You think that'd suffice? I'm as good as dead might as well bring her down with me. Want me to get more detailed about it?" It's not even a question meant for Levi's approval. It was perhaps a mockery he intended to voice out in this world. He's making every dust in this space right now hear how low he went and how he'd go further if the conditions set upon the girl he's holding are way crueler than what just happened. "I might've done my words so well because every day I visited her, she'd end up screaming and sobbing. I didn't even need to soil my hands. Her deranged mind is way too easy to corrupt. I gave her some gifts, perhaps the last one was her breaking point. It was the portrait of her dead son in Paradis. How he looked, how healthy and happy he was thanks to his sister who loved him so well like the sweetest girl that she is. How precious my woman is because she ended up saving everyone's asses, including that wicked mother only if she knew better than to make her existence known to me."

If something's horrifying Levi, it wasn't what Erwin did, not at all, but rather the lack of guilt on his features. It's as if a completely different man is sitting on the bed because the thing that's been crippling Erwin all his life is the same one he's lacking right now.

"All this time your life revolved around remorse and now you'd shit on me at how you didn't feel that at all?"

"Paying debts. Bullshit. Completely stupid.” He spat sardonically. “This girl's the one who paid for it all this time. I thought so highly of myself."

Levi brought a hand to his temples, massaged them slightly then spoke again. "I'm not in the mood to ask anymore. Spill everything now or get your hands off her and walk out of this house."

"When she told you that she wasn't supposed to exist, it's not a bluff to save that woman. She's the one who instigated this world in exchange for her existence." And finally, Erwin's grimness subsided. It was replaced with dread. "I don't even know why she's lying down here as we speak. A moment ago I was fighting my other self for dear life because I want her here and now I can't comprehend what's happening anymore."

"How do you even know it wasn't a bluff?"

"She's the one who instigated this world, made me survive my demise, and ensured that I'd witness everything in Paradis until the end. That's why I was sure to kill her mother, Levi. Because I don't think I'd have her again. Back then, I just knew she was dead the moment I saw her in my subconscious, and the thought of that woman living in a world granted by the girl she almost killed repulsed me." Erwin just looks tired, even worse than what Levi used to see when they were younger. "And now that she chose to come back to this world only to suffer like this: completely unresponsive and broken, I feel nothing but regret that I actually did that woman a favor by not having her dead in my hands."

Levi finally calmed down and silence enveloped the room for a while. He understands, he really does, but still, "I doubt you'd be sputtering grim shit out of your mouth if this girl's actually in her right mind and could hear you." With that, Erwin's dreadful face was replaced with sheer lament as if what Levi said brought him back. The latter could finally see him again then, the Erwin that he and everyone knows well.

"She already knew what I would do if she remained unconscious in this world. That's what took her to come back here even, but still, I don't think I'd ever regret what I did even if she comes to despise me, and I also saw something right after that woman died."

"Are you gonna tell me her mother instigated something as well?"

Erwin nodded, "I saw her brother, the one she had in that world but didn't have here, approximately a week after. He's in the form of a young child who doesn't remember everything about him at all."

Levi's eyes widened again. "How sure are you that it's him? Let alone it's because of that woman's death?"

"Aside from the fact that he completely looks the same, he's got nothing of himself aside from his first name. When I asked the foster home, that boy came to them a day after that woman died. He appeared out of nowhere, with no traces of people associated with him. What explanation is there aside from that?"

Levi doesn't even know what to say anymore, no follow-up questions and utterances of possibilities. The revelation is quite too overwhelming for him as well and he needs to wind out for now. "Nonetheless, you better tell her in complete detail about what you've done to her mother, Erwin. No matter how everyone here wouldn't take what happened against you, she’s the only one who holds the final verdict because she lived." Levi then grabbed his things in the room so he could finally go out. "Just as you told me that night, I'm neither a soldier nor a thug. You must remember that in yourself too because the only time I'd tolerate that deranged face of yours again is when she's finally buried six feet below the ground." He's in the doorway now and before he finally disappeared at the man, he shot him a glare. "If you dare show it to me again, let alone to her or anyone in this house, might as well go back to where you came from. I wouldn't be able to see you as someone safe to be close with my family by then."

Erwin pondered in silence as he looked down at his palms. He understood it very well and that's the same reason why he feels like laughing at himself now. He always had blood in his hands just because of his mouth and the feeling’s way too normal for him already, too normal that he can’t bring himself to care.

Perhaps not only that woman who laid her hands on you got an inherently wicked existence. That's why he knew how to deal with it when he came for her. He's not any different. 

"You need to come back and stop me from doing something irreversible or if I already did, you have to be there and forgive me."

The bitter laugh was let out, then. Shameless. Utterly shameless. Poor you, to be associated with deranged beings even in this life. Even after sacrificing so much.

Moments after, Isabel finally entered and Erwin let her tend to you as she usually does. She cleaned your body first and after a while, woke you up to drink meds. You've been seated since then. After her task, she sat down on the chair beside your bed and faced Erwin.

She noticed how grim the man's expression is as if he was just mirroring your face. His eyes are only glued to you as well and Isabel can't grasp what he's thinking. He's been like this ever since that happened. It's just that his face is way milder now that your eyes finally opened— she can't even say you're back because you're not. Since you got conscious until this very moment, no one was able to hold a decent conversation with you. If you're not asleep, you’d just stare out of nowhere or mumble incoherent stuff. You could nod sometimes but your muscles aren’t that responsive. What happened earlier is not the first one as well and they're all too scared, too horrified that you'd stay this way forever — gone for good, crippled for the rest of your life.

And thus Isabel looked down at the floor, clenched her fists again, eyebrows curled, and lips pursed all because of worry. "Erwin, uhm, it's been days since you last visited and she's…" Talking to Erwin about you makes her terribly anxious as if she's completely indebted to this man for being negligent all this time. "…still as unresponsive." 

"Is that so," Erwin's gaze didn't leave you. You're staring at the wall with a face not moving at all, just as usual. He lifted your arm to see if you could hold it up this time but as soon as he released it, the limb fell down flatly as if it was dead. It's as if you're a breathing doll. Breathing but dead. "Have she eaten already?"

"Yeah. Recently, I'm able to make her smell the food and then urge her to open her mouth slightly. She could do that much now."

"She's improved a lot, then. Didn't she have any reactions to the utensils you used? Like what she did back at the hospital?"

"I used a plastic spoon this time. We realized she's particularly getting hysterical at the sight of metal spoons and bowls. Odd. She's not afraid of the soup itself. Only with the utensils." Erwin just nodded and didn't say more. He just blandly busied himself by randomly picking on your face to see if a reaction would be pulled out — pinching your cheeks, holding your breath by pinching your nose, gliding his fingers on your eyelids and pulling it up a bit — but nothing happened. Isabel clinched on her knees further. "Recently, Levi told me that you're actually the one who gave him a heads-up about this. When you came here for the first time years ago, you said that you saw a wounded girl buying bandages and disinfectants at the convenience store."

"Levi decided to tell you everything now, I see." He recalled the incident. "I rushed to the counter first to pay it on her behalf and even added some stuff but that's all I was able to do. She looked so out of it, though. It's as if she's in auto-pilot mode. She didn't flinch when the cashier crew said her stuff had already been paid and left without a word. Similar to this, but she was able to walk and grab things somehow."

Isabel gulped the lump forming up in her throat, "And apparently, that's when Levi told us that the wounds she's been getting ever since we're children aren't accidents unlike she claimed so. We tried to slowly gauge her to address the matter at hand but we realized she doesn't remember them at all. On our next attempts, she said she saw it happening in her dream instead." Erwin hummed to acknowledge the redhead's remark. Isabel still can't decipher the look on his face and that alone reverberated her anxiety. It didn't take long until she started crying. It was when Erwin finally looked at her. "I'm so sorry. I was afraid because her mother had custody over her and if my mom confronted her about it, she might take her away from us and we'd never see her again. That's why Mom never knew everything until this happened. My brothers listened to that stupid remark and agreed that we should just take care of her behind the curtains. Look where it got her."

He's already aware of what Isabel just said and if he's on his usual self, he would immediately sense her impending cries — enough to comfort her before she could let them out. However, he's utterly spent right now, too exhausted to channel his astuteness. "It's not your fault. You never wanted this to happen."

"It is. We should've just forced her out of there. I can't believe my brothers listened to such a stupid remark." She hit her head with a hand continuously and sobbed. "Why did they listen to me?"

"The wounds Levi claimed she usually gets aren't grave. It could be classified as some sort of corporal punishment and it's more likely that she'd get away from it as most parents would. She doesn't even remember it herself. I'm not saying that the way you didn't inform Kuchel was right and wise but your fear was valid." Erwin replied and after pondering, added. "And Levi's actions were valid too. All of you are the ones who always rush to her whenever she needs help but Levi still tends to find her primary guardians every time. They're the ones most aware of her medical records and had direct contact with her physicians. You guys did what you could."

"But still, we could've done so much more if…"

"I don't think she'd ever blame you for that. Levi's right. Your remorse will just make her feel worse. She'd think you wouldn't be crippled with guilt if she worked on not being a burden. You should know how her mind works by now." Erwin proceeded to massage your limbs, a habit most people in the house developed since you really don't move most of the time. "Besides, everyone will really end up living with that guilt had she died but she's here instead, and so the present is what we must dwell on. You wouldn't be able to tend to her properly if you're burdened with that, don't you think?" It took time for Isabel to respond and when she finally nodded, Erwin smiled. It's a small one, but the first time she saw it again after a while. "You're one of the greatest reasons why she came back here. Thank you for sticking to her until now."

Isabel almost felt herself crying again as if a thorn finally plucked out of her skin. Erwin wasn't angry at her. Not at all. "You don't have to thank me for that."

Even before Erwin could reply, however, they heard you talk. It's a weak one. He scooted nearer and urged you to repeat it.

"Erwin… Nightmares…"

Isabel shot the man a look but he was as taken aback as she was. You never mentioned anyone's name aside from your mother and brother since you woke up. She scooted nearer as well, "You're not having nightmares, and yeah, Erwin's here."

"It's okay, you don't need to…" You murmured again, your face still dead. "...nightmares about them while holding me." As if you're a robot.

Isabel turned to Erwin again. Despite the shock, he still managed to answer. "Your words are enough for now."

Your response almost made Isabel gasp; you smiled, a genuine one at that.

"Can you go outside first? I'll talk to her." Erwin said to Isabel without shooting her a look. She quickly nodded and excused herself.

You didn't say anything after that so Erwin called your name as if to test the water, "You're back now."

Your face went back to flatness again. "I'll stay here. You don't need to convince me anymore. I'd love to…" Then your words become too incoherent to comprehend.

"That's right. You're here. You're talking to me."

"We can do the things we weren't able to do before. I would love to have that life. Inside the walls." You murmured flatly again.

Never in his life had he imagined himself to be so utterly lost on what to do. What would wake you up? What'd snap you back, perhaps a cue that'd make your mind perceive where you really are? 

After a long while of pondering, he started. "Seems like you ran from Levi's place up to here. That tea helps a lot with relaxation—" He trailed and urged himself to recall more. What did he say to you that day? "…welcome to my class. You may sit wherever."

Slowly but surely, your eyes widened. You're suddenly scared and your breath hitched. He let you process that at first.

When you started calling out for Historia, that's when he cupped your face and turned you to him. "There, there. Finally realized what world you're in now?" You looked completely horrified as soon as your eyes landed on him though. You're on that day again — the first time you met him, the moment you saw the man in your nightmares up front.

He quickly recalled another fragment of conversation to calm you down somehow. He can't afford to make you faint. "…if I get to remember the fact that I charged soldiers to death even by dreams then I have to atone for it." Slowly and fortunately, your reaction changed again. You curled your eyebrows as if questioning what he just said. It was the same one you gave him when he calmed you down at the lantern. 

It's working. "I don’t think we’ll see each other die in this world somehow." He almost choked midway, maybe due to the bitter feeling that remark exuded. Still, he continued. "—perhaps we could take that instead?" Your expression still had a hint of doubt but more relief washed your face now. Just the same one he saw when he picked you up on the road that midnight.

Another one, then, perhaps the last one if fortunate enough. "Setting an equal ground with me will not happen in that room and I'm close to finishing that nightmare. I'm preparing you for it."

"Are you gonna leave me after that?" You suddenly huffed in disbelief. "You said you won't!"

There.

"Try to look around then. Did I leave you?"

Finally, for the first time since you woke up, you looked around your surroundings. He removed his palms on your cheeks and regained his seat to give you air.

Still not done. The grounding is the next one. He asked you to label stuff: five things to see, four things to feel, three things to hear, and more. He made you raise a hand up, and more things to check on your movements.

It took quite a while to finish but when you did everything he asked for, Erwin finally smiled — the first genuine smile he had for a long time. Slowly but surely, he was able to come to terms with his ponders again. Whether or not his existence is inherently wicked, you came back here to forgive him. Like the dearest girl that you are, holding him with so much importance, saving him with your unwavering affection every single time.

He sat on the bed, tipped your chin, and called your name. "You did so, so well. You've been such a strong girl for us. You don't need to worry anymore. Everything's okay now."

It took you a while to reply. When you finally realized everything, you shakily asked. "Really? It is?"

"It is." He went for a kiss, then. A completely gentle one that lasted for a moment, something that both of you thought was gone for good. "Thank you for coming to me again."

The one who started his life selfishly was the one to let go, while the other who embodied selflessness in his entirety clung desperately.

what you wish for the commander, above anything else, is that he'd be happy worlds beyond. if he finds someone in the world where you managed to save him then what is to be sad for? indeed, he knows it well just as he knows you. he did as you want. but then again, what is grief if not love persevering? no matter how able are them to take the world off his shoulders or turn the stormy cloud into a rainbow, there'll still be a glimpse of you lurking around his windows—or perhaps on his own reflection, on the sword, even on his emerald bolo tie—for your existence is a shredding light, always illuminating the dreariest of days.

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[madewithspice]

I don't know if you accept requests like thus, but could I ask for hange hcs or aot hcs as a regular students? I would like to know their routine and hobbies!

Hello how are youu?

Yes of course, our ask box is open, all requests are welcome. I’m just going to assume these are uni students you are asking for :)

Note: I am British so the uni content is based off what I know takes place in England.

AOT Characters As Students

eren yeager - that student who either sleeps in the back of the class or doesn’t attend at all yet surprisingly he gets decent marks. He is very nonchalant about everything related to studying. His revision method is procrastinate then cram it all in the night before the exam. I can see him studying something like marketing as a major. This man will never stay on campus longer than he needs to. The second the lecture is done he just disappears.

mikasa ackerman - she is the quiet student who gets along with everyone and generally gets good marks. Will tutor others and shares notes to the people who are not in. Will sign you in to the lecture when you ditch the lecture. Somehow she manages to juggle uni and two part time jobs AND still have time to hang out. I can see her studying physiotherapy.

armin arlert - we all know this boy is a little nerd. He lives in the library and self studies other majors whilst studying his own of criminology. He takes his studies very seriously and is a well known top student. Is there every lecture right at the front with his two iPads, not to show off but because he actually uses both at the same time. Out of everyone Armin has the most extracurricular activities, he tutors and works part time, he also volunteers during the holidays.

jean kirstein - he is a mix of Eren and Armin. Sometimes he’s the slob at the back of the class and sometimes he’s the nerd at the front. His whole year just fluctuates up and down. But overall he gets good marks and that’s enough for him. He definitely thinks highly of himself because he studies law but he has Connie and Sasha to bring him back down to Earth. He is on the football team and the baseball team. He’s known as the guy who slide tackled into the goal post and Connie will never let him live it down.

sasha braus - that student who eats in the back of the class and brings the most outrageous meals to try and eat sneakily. She has a whole vlog where she has mukbangs during her lectures. Somehow never gets caught and is always praised for being a good student by the clueless professor. Despite all the snacking, she is a decent student and does try her best to complete assignments and contributes to the workshops. She may act dense but she is quite capable of both working and studying well. Definitely no extras for her, she needs her rest.

connie springer - he is the class clown hands down and all the joking around shows on his results. Sometimes he can’t even scrape a pass but at the end of the year, by some miracle, he passes and celebrates like he was given student of the year. Plays for the basketball team despite his height issues. Let’s face it, he’s there for the parties not the studying so imagine the shock when he found our civil engineering was not as easy as he thought.

erwin smith - the student who always always asks a shit ton of questions and confuses everyone who thought they understood. Takes his role as top student to heart and will compete against everyone. He will flip out if he doesn’t get the highest marks. Submits his assignments in the next day because he’s a fucking swot like that. He tutors but most of his students are scared of him and he revels in that. Is a control freak and knows it. His rich businessman’s son vibes fits well with his accounting and finance major.

hange zoe - that student who barges into the lecture room late and with majority of the items of their room. Smart af but the cooky-ness and general weird behaviour overshadows it. Hange is that student who will be extra and bring in a typewriter or find the craziest topics to do their assignments on. Loves the idea of studying what was and how it came to be so picked anthropology to major in. Has their hands in every extra club ever. Always, always runs everywhere, I don’t think hange knows what walking even is!

levi ackerman - the grumpy lone wolf student who HATES group work or any human interaction yet somehow is the most popular guy in uni. Even the first years can’t help but swoon at the sight of him. The fact he studies history just makes him even more attractive to everyone so he purposely goes out of his way to be unapproachable. He has his close friend, and I mean just one friend, and the rest are just extras in his life. Never joins in with anything fun or exciting and definitely no sports club but taekwondo does tickle his fancy.

- Kiki.

[whats-her-quirk]

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erwin smith x fem!reader 18+ mdni warnings: former college professor/student relationship, age gap, rich boy Erwin, desecration of a piano (do not do this at home), fingering, oral wc: 1k thanks to @thegetoufather and @ghost-party for enabling

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“You play piano?”

You’re standing over Erwin’s shoulder as he pulls out the wooden bench to sit at the old piano in your parents’ house.

“A little.” His fingers twitch a bit above the keys before he plays a few notes. It’s not at all in tune.

To your knowledge, nobody has ever played it. Your parents no longer live in the house you grew up in, and they got the piano as a condition of the sale of the new one. The old owners didn’t want to pay to move it, so your folks have been using the upright as a shelf to display picture frames on top of.

When Erwin lifts the cover off the keys, it throws a cloud of dust in the air.

“I took lessons when I was young, up until I was 14 or 15 maybe.” Erwin’s fingers dance up the keyboard, deftly crossing over each other as he works his way up and down a melody. “After college, I started taking lessons again to get my chops back.”

“How come I never knew that?” You slide in next to him on the bench until your shoulder brushes his.

Erwin pauses to catch your eye and smile. “I’ve never had the chance to show you.” As his hands move independently, the left playing a different part than his right, your parents wander into the dining room, curious about where the music is coming from.

It’s the first time he’s meeting them, officially, as your boyfriend. You were nervous, having only recently broken the news to them that not only are you in a relationship, but the man you’re with is your former professor and a decade older than you. You’re not in his classes anymore—you’re starting grad school, and he teaches history and mythology to undergrads. They’re taking it surprisingly well, keeping conversation light by discussing his current syllabus instead of prying into his intentions with their child.

By the time he finishes the song he’s playing, your charming boyfriend has won them over for sure.

“You really pulled out all the stops tonight,” you tease him on the car ride home.

“How so?” He doesn’t look away from the road, but you can see him smirking.

“You know, the after-dinner show?”

He’s quiet for a beat. “Should I not have done that?”

“No, it was fine. It was really nice, actually. Just unexpected.”

Erwin chuckles. “If I’m being honest, I was getting a little nervous. I needed something to do with my hands.”

You lean over the center console to rest your head against his arm. “Well, you can play for me any time you want.”

You discover that although Erwin doesn’t own a piano, he makes good use of his faculty ID to swipe himself into practice rooms in the music building. Now that you know his little secret, he invites you to come along and listen to him practice after his classes are done for the day. You sit side by side on the bench, and you flip the pages on the sheet music he printed out while he taps out a new song on a keyboard that’s actually in tune.

When Erwin invites you to spend the next holiday break with his family, you don’t hesitate to accept. You’ve heard wonderful things about his father, and you’re excited to finally meet him. After a couple hours in the car, you arrive at his family’s enormous home in the country.

“Dad is out of town for work, so it’ll be just the two of us here tonight,” Erwin explains as he gives you a tour of the house. 

“Oh, no. What will we do all by ourselves?” 

You do your best not to gawk, but it’s basically a mansion, and there’s just so much to look at, from the art on the walls to the plush furniture to—

“You have a grand piano?” Glass-inset french doors lead into a cozy room off the second living room, where the sleek, black instrument takes up the majority of the floor space.

“Actually, it’s only a parlor grand,” Erwin says, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, excuse my ignorance,” you tease before taking a seat on the bench. This one has a tufted cushion, which you take the liberty to bounce on.

Erwin crosses his arms proudly. “It’s a smaller model. A concert grand wouldn’t fit in the room.”

“Of course.” When you lift the cover, there is no dust cloud.

After a few minutes of letting you plink on the keys—they’re nicely weighted and feel great, even to your non-skilled hands—Erwin takes his usual spot on the bench next to you. He doesn’t make it far into the song he’s been practicing before abandoning it to pepper your neck in kisses.

His mouth finds yours while his body gently guides you to his liking. He closes the fallboard and coaxes you up onto it, lips hardly breaking from you.

“We shouldn’t…”

“It’ll be fine. I promise.”

Once you’re seated, Erwin opens your legs to stand between them, deft fingers pushing your skirt up and your panties to the side. He skims fingertips along your folds as he continues to kiss you, stroking you to produce an entirely different kind of music with your moans.

When he sits down on the bench, you think he might have had his fill, but you’re wrong. He delves between your thighs, nose brushing over your sex before he laps you up. His tongue is hot against you, your head thrown back with every slurp and groan he makes. You call out his name, toes curling where they’re braced against the edge of the bench, his fingers digging into the sides of your thighs. After you break, he licks you clean, sending you right back to the edge again.

Together, you stumble to the sofa in the next room, where Erwin strips you down and sinks himself into your heat with one of your legs over his shoulder. He knows exactly how to play you until you both climax in tandem. As you lie together after, basking, you’ve never been more sure that another heartbeat falls perfectly in time with yours.

[bluebellhairpin]

I also sometimes imagine embarassing him like prolly calling him daddy infront of his friends HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA IMAGINE YOU CALLING HIM THAT INFRONT OF HIS FATHER DAMN. ALSO THE PROFESSOR ERWIN IS MY MOST FAVORITE COZ I FEEL HE MIGHT BE THE MOST WELCOMING WHEN IT COMES TO TEASING then he get embarrased coz i imagine him to be also second to the most stoic right after commander erwin HAHAHAHHAA

There is also this dialougue thats always been on my mind:

You(after lil humans evacuated your insides): well you said you wanted a baby.

Erwin: "A" baby. I wanted A baby (erwin holding triplets)

You: oh shut it you kno i love you too much that i always give you more 😙😉

-yow (currently diagnosed of missing erwin so bad syndrome that consists of thinking about erwin all the time and playing F.LA.M.E.S)

"currently diagnosed of missing erwin so bad syndrome that consists of thinking about erwin all the time" is THE MOST. relatable. thing. anyone's said to me ALL WEEK.