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jjkeremika · 14 days ago

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your AoT boyfriend lets his best friend eat you out

your AoT boyfriend tells his best friend about how damn good you taste. but what happens when he promises him a taste of you...

afab reader

Boyfriend/Best friend: Reiner/Porco, Eren/Armin, Jean/Connie, Levi/Erwin

nsfw/mdni

inspired by this ask i had received a while ago...

You had your legs propped up on the bed, squirming slightly at the view of your boyfriend and his best friend crouching between your legs, both salivating at your still-panty covered body…

Reiner/Porco

Porco knelt before you, his wide eyes and dilated pupils focused intently between your legs. He was drooling slightly, the saliva pooling in the corner of his lips that he licked so incessantly because he just couldn't believe how undeniably hot you are and that you were dating Reiner of all people.

You flicked your gaze to your boyfriend, who stood with his arms crossed and a bite-ridden bottom lip, his gaze mirroring Porco's and fixed on your pussy, which was throbbing over the attention of two very attractive men. Reiner towered over Porco, his muscles flexing with every inch Porco moved closer to you, and you considered countless other possibilities of the three of you intimately together. Perhaps this would just be the beginning.

Porco glanced up to you, smiled weakly as his eyes kept flicking back to your dampening panties. "Can I touch you now?" he asked, more-so out of politeness than genuine concern. You nodded, and Reiner grunted, looked away as Porco's hands caressed your inner thighs and his warm hands reached for the delicate line of your panties.

You noticed Reiner's pupils dilate as Porco removed the fabric obstructing the view, and smiled wide at the hitched breath he took before lowering his lips to your clit. You tilted your head back, exposed the vast expanse of your throat to the room as the man licked away, the ache in your pelvis growing greater with each motion and the temperature of your body increasing under the intense observation of Reiner standing over you.

The breath was catching in your throat, your fist tangling into the sheets and you snuck a quick glance to Reiner, only to see him reaching for his erection, palming himself off at the sight of his best friend pleasing you. He was into it, fully into watching the two of you and hearing your blissful moans throughout the room, even if he wasn't the sole cause. But his intense observation was sending shivers down your spine in tandem with Porco's lips on your clit, and now you were really considering the horny opportunities blossoming between you three.

(Eren/Armin)

"You said you were okay with this, right?" Armin asked lightly, crouched between your open thighs, his crystal blue eyes sparkling with excitement. So kind of him to ask. “Eren didn't assume anything... right?"

Eren rolled his eyes at Armin's implication and held your hand tighter, protectively, more defensively. "Yes, asshole," he grumbled. Armin's eyes flicked to Eren briefly before refocusing on the liquid clinging to your labia, licking his thin lips. “Now hurry up before I change my mind.”

You chuckled, a sound that admittedly soothed both their nerves, and squeezed Eren’s hand tighter. "Yeah, Armin, I'm okay with this," you breathed out coyly, squirming slightly on your legs but smiled wider when you noticed that Armin's stare followed your clit with every movement.

So Armin's tongue and fingers reached out simultaneously, settled on your body like it was home and evoked a breathless gasp at the light yet powerful touch against your clit. Armin quickly adjusted his motion with each encouraging noise slipping from your lips, with each muscle contraction in your legs that inspired him to finger-fuck you faster, harder. He was a bright student, and he learned your body's quirks quickly enough to spark moans and gasps with every touch.

Eren's grip on your hand tightened with each pleasureful noise you released, so tight you couldn't break free from his grasp. But you honestly couldn't focus on that right now, with your mind centered solely on the feeling between your legs, one that should've felt so foreign but honestly felt so good you almost forgot it wasn't your boyfriend at all.

Your thighs were squeezing tight together, collapsing in on Armin's head at the rising pleasure. You could feel Armin's smile against your sensitive skin, could feel Eren's tight grip verging on breaking your hand, when the man suddenly ripped his hand from yours, wrapped it in Armin's hair and ripped him away from you too.

(Jean/Connie)

“Daaamn, babe. Lowkey, you need to kill Jean because he was wayyy understating how sexy you are,” Connie says as he tucks between your legs, biting his bottom lip and glancing briefly to Jean before immediately relocating his gaze to your thighs. Jean's looks could kill right now, the intensity bore a resolution similar to that of strong determination.

"Just start, moron. Put that big mouth to good use." Jean wasn't entirely thrilled with the prospect, but your excitement about the idea won him over. So, he was determined to allow you to experience this with actual pleasure. But he worried about Connie's ability to please you--to thoroughly, genuinely please you.

So when Connie stuck his head between your thighs and you weren't instantly moaning, Jean's hand was immediately caressing your inner thigh the way he knew you liked it, his other hand coming to your hip and pressing circles into the dip in your hips too. In between directing Connie on the best movements and spots to touch you, on where inside he should angle his fingers and when he should lick your clit, Jean whispered praises to you, various good girl's and that's it baby's that entered through your ears and fed straight to your groin.

You were gasping for air as the feeling of four hands caressed your sensitive skin, as Connie licked and fingered you and Jean caressed your body and tits. You were gasping, but Jean knew you could be screaming, so he advised Connie to tilt his hand a little more, thrust in a little faster, press a little harder, as his own hands made their way to your nipples and his mouth pressed to your neck.

(Levi/Erwin)

One of Levi’s hands firmly held onto yours as the Erwin's hand swiped the panties to the side, a light shiver from the cold exposure and their intense gaze running up your spine.

Erwin looked at you and smiled, warmly and inviting, and you couldn't help but wonder what else his mouth was capable of doing when Levi's hand gently rubbed against your upper thigh. You indulged in the view, the two of them standing there, Erwin towering over both you and Levi, both men staring wantonly at the warming and dampening muscle...

Your mind wandered to what else you could do together, what other positions you could make use of and how they would have to position you to accommodate their height difference. How fun that could be for you, to be stretched and flexed and rotated and used.

“Still okay?” Erwin asked gently, more of out respect than genuine concern, as he was already bending down and leaning closer to your apex. You hummed in response, and as soon as the hum vibrated to his ears, Erwin's lips were on the exposed muscle, licking and kissing and biting at your inner thigh. He indulged, heavily, into the role, giving you no time to process as his hands and mouth explored your lower half.

The feeling burned inside Levi as he listened to your moans fill the room, watched the way your squirmed and made a mess on the sheets. He couldn't just watch anymore, so he leaned over you and started kissing your neck and chest, his hands roaming all over your torso as Erwin played with your clit. The sensation was almost overwhelming your senses, too much to focus on while the noises you released were verging pornographic, nonstop streams of moans and groans flooding the room with reckless abandon.

You sighed loudly as Erwin's lips suddenly ripped away from your throbbing clit, "Levi, why don't you lean over her? Make her do something more productive with that mouth.

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letters-from-cutie · 11 months ago

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The Scouts as Your College Boyfriends [Headcanon]

CHARACTERS: Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Erwin and Levi x gn!Reader (slighty spicy at the end)

If you like to see others, please tell me. I'll try this concept again for Levi, and maybe Eren/Jean too. I apologize for some scenarios being bigger than others. I'm Brazilian so I don't know how college works in other places, so don't mind if sounds different to you. English is not my first language.

˗ˏˋ EREN YEAGER ˎˊ˗

He seeks justice in all his lifetimes. So, I see him enrolling in law to be a prosecutor. He wants to get justice for victims. However, he may switch to criminal defense as he learns more about the system and life.

Besides law, he's also interested in social studies so he may change his course for that. I can also see him wanting a political job, especially after high school. He aspired to make the world a better place. But, as he gets older, he becomes more skeptical about that.

Studies aside, he is such a cool guy to hang out with. He goes to some parties but never lets his studies aside. On the contrary of his high school years, as a college student, he is dedicated enough to get very good grades, though he barely studies, what an icon.

He meets you after he picks a fight with your ex. You just ended things with him and is trying to avoid him around campus. But, you would eventually have to go through his class corridor one day.

And of course, he is there when you do. The guy wants to talk to you so badly and paint himself as innocent, but Eren won't let that happen, as he already has enough of him, because of his problematic commentaries during class.

Eren, wanting no trouble with his professor, stays calm and ignores your ex during class. But, now, as he sees your ex trying to force you to speak with him, Eren finds a chance to finally get back to him.

He calls him off right there, in the middle of the corridor, in a humiliating but smart way. Eren also offers to escort you away from him. You, always the revengeful (rightly so), accept his companion.

So Eren throws his arms around your shoulders and looks behind him to shoot that look (yk the one) towards the guy. And so your love story begins.

Congrats, you got the hottest guy in college. That comes with ups and downs, but mainly ups. Eren is absolutely devoted to his partner, you. In theory, there's nothing you should be afraid of.

He'll do anything for you and will protect you from everything that can harm you. If you have a problem with a member of your group project, ask him to resolve it, and he'll be happy to oblige.

The downside of being with Eren is that he gets girls and boys enamored with him all the time. But he pays them no mind.

Eren would never look to anyone other than you, so he gets annoyed when someone tries to hit on him, and probably has a good comeback to it. Though he understands if you get jealous, and will take you immediately to the bathroom to prove you wrong.

Expect to hang out a lot with Mikasa and Armin, as Eren asks you to go with him on most of their outings. Their hangouts are mostly calm. The trio enjoys exploring towns and new places. Therefore, you should be prepared to always check on new locations and have different experiences with them.

You'll always have a place in Mikasa and Armin's hearts, and it makes Eren even more in love with you when he sees how much you guys get along.

Lastly, expect him to be in your dorm a lot. He loves to cuddle with you at night, and you can't say no to his cute sleepy face, desiring you to untie his hair and play with it. And it's even harder to say no to his sexy morning voice.

It sends shivers down your spine every time he wakes you up, asking you to stay for some minutes and skip the first period of classes. How can you say no to him when you know that in his arms you'll have the time of your life?

˗ˏˋ ARMIN ARLET ˎˊ˗

Many people link him to marine biology because of his interest in the ocean, which I agree with, but comes from a different perspective. I see him being more into the concept of traveling and discovering new things than anything.

I imagine him wanting a job that lets him stay put but also change settings from time to time. Biology and marine biology are great for that if you desire to study, protect, and care for wild flora or fauna.

Also, he sounds to me like a guy who enjoys brain challenges, so a scientific field is something that would keep him engaged. He will pursue education further than most people would, as he enjoys learning new things and overall the academic field.

But, this also means that he's a big nerd. He does hang out with his friends, but he prefers to stay indoors, so he is more likely to attend these types of reunions.

Mikasa and Eren are his best friends. He also has other companions, so he's not the lonely type of nerd. He's just a smart, yet introverted guy.

He's such a booklover, so it makes sense for him to get a part-time job at his university's library. Armin quickly learns about how everything works and it's the best at the job they ever had. So if you need any help finding something, go after him.

That's how you met him. You like the library for its silence and academic atmosphere that keep you focused on your studies. Armin's shifts are when you're also free to study, so you always see him when you go there, and quickly get a crush on the blondie.

He is such a cute and polite guy. Armin always greets you when you arrive and get a book, but you're kinda insecure that he is just being polite, seeing how he also treats other students.

But one day, you find yourself needing a helping hand to find your books. So you take it as a chance to talk to Armin. Though he seems rather busy, surrounded by two students you think you've seen before.

Going back to the shelves, you find yourself looking for this specific book for quite some time, that is until you feel him behind you. In Armin's hands lays the exact book that you need. Before handing it to you, he says that he needs to doublecheck it quickly, and goes to the direction his friends were.

When he hands the book to you, you find a cute post-it on the first page. It has a motivational phrase, a drawn smiley face, and a number. You can thank Mikasa and Eren later for the push they did on Armin, cause that's how you meet your boyfriend.

Armin is such a sweetheart. He always checks up on you: if you have studied for your tests if you've done your assignments on time, if you have rested after so many classes...

This is his way of taking care of you, in the middle of his own busy student life. Also, you don't need calendars anymore, baby boy remembers everything you say to him.

He takes you to study dates, where you'll spend half an hour studying, half an hour making out, then repeat. He settles his dorm with warm lights and will help you if you ask, somehow he can understand your lessons even better than you at first read.

If you're in the artistic field or an overall very different field for him, the relationship becomes such a learning experience for him. He enjoys sitting down at night with you, while you show him your project that you just ended. He looks at you with those big blue eyes.

He is so tender and shows so much admiration that takes your breath away, and you need to recollect yourself to go back to your work. Then, he will proudly take you to bed. He'll show you how much he enjoys your work. To relax you after your hard work, a great oil massage and some sexy times will follow.

˗ˏˋ JEAN KIRSCHTEIN ˎˊ˗

Jean is most of us out of high school: lost. So it is not a surprise that he chooses business or managing courses, - very common and vast fields to study on. He doesn't know where he wants to work yet.

All he knows is that he enjoys the frat lifestyle shown in movies. Ironically, at the same time, he wants a romance of books and he needs a job.

So as time passes, he finds himself enjoying HR, which he plans his career around and pushes his studies further. For me, Jean is a great leader and cares a lot for others, so HR is perfect for him. Plus he looks amazing in a suit/working outfit (mine and his words).

Like I said, he first wanted to experience the frat life. During his first semester, all he does is party, even more than Connie and Sasha together.

It's funny because all he wants is love and to have some fun, but he is too young and was created in a world that directed him to pursue a fuckboy life.

The reality is that he is anything but a fuckboy, he cannot even go to bed with someone without catching feelings. After some time, he can't sustain this lifestyle. With so many rejections and bad grades, he desires to change. He wishes to be a person he can be proud of.

That is how he finds himself pursuing mentoring classes. It may be for his own subjects, calculus, or for his writing, whatever you feel like you'd teach him in this scenario.

At first, you thought it was a prank... One of the top fuckboys of your college is wanting your help?

In the first classes, you have to reprehend him on some of his attitudes, but he always listens to what you say. The way you treat him so well makes him fall for you, no one had such patience with him before. So, he starts to do everything and anything to entice you.

Expect flowers on your doorstep. Chocolates will somehow slip into your bag when you aren't looking. And when opening the books you use with him, you'll find post-its with corny pick-up lines. It's obvious he wants you.

You confront him one day and tell him to spend his dedication on studies instead of trying to get into your pants. Jean was being truthful, but at first, you don't believe he'd change like that.

He promises you that he is changing into a better version of himself, and asks you to go out with him if he gets a full score in all his subjects. That seemed so impossible that you accepted the deal.

Jean took it as a challenge, and soon enough, you found yourself on a park date with him. After he spent so many nights studying to get good grades, he deserves some fun right? He even got an internship! And so more dates follow.

As a lover, this man is your devote, and you're his god/dess. He never hangs out without you, I mean never, so you bet you're gonna be friends with his friends too. He goes to fewer parties once he starts dating you.

Jean now prefers more intimate hangouts with you and his friends. He loves movie dates, because it's a win-win for him, as he can get some fun far from campus and keep his hands all around you with no one looking funny at him.

He is very touchy, so expect him to want proximity with you and be very clingy, but he does the most adorable pout when you deny him that you can't resist. Also, being so close to you allows him to lower his head and whisper nasty things in your ear. Meanwhile, his hands "innocently" roam your body.

The asshole knows what he is doing. But don't worry, handling all the teasing is worth it once you get alone in a secluded place and he kneels before you, to treat you good this time.

˗ˏˋ CONNIE SPRINGER ˎˊ˗

I'm not quite sure about his major per se, partially because I think he would not be that enthusiastic about it either. But s4 Connie gives me engineering vibes, especially electrical engineering.

That being said, his main interest is sports and frat life. He's an active and extroverted guy who likes to have fun as much as he can and may go parting sometimes.

He hangs out with Sasha and Jean the most, and sometimes with the other 104th too, making a big and messy group. But I assure you, he is the funniest and most unhinged one, never letting the hangouts get boring. Connie is the life of the group together with his best friend Sasha.

Eventually, he gets a part-time job, and becomes such a hard worker! This is great since he's able to learn to be more responsible and serious when needed.

He meets you at a party. You're in a corner, using your phone. You don't care for the party, but it was your friend's birthday. So, you had to be there.

This little guy didn't even know your friend, but he needed to get his mind off work and his upcoming tests. Eventually, Connie found you by yourself and decided to interact. Connie is not the type to let someone be uncomfortable around, he wants everyone to have a good time.

So he goes after you and stays because you picked his interests, and you both have the time of your life, dancing and laughing from his attics. When it gets too late, he takes you to your home and you offer your phone number in exchange to catch up, and so it begins...

Dating him is never boring. Baby likes to make you laugh, and says that it is the cutest motivation for him to wake up in the morning. He'll get out of his class a bit early to wait outside of your class, he tells you he was bored, and it's true, but he mainly missed you.

He messages you during your classes, sending memes and photos of his friends making funny faces at his teacher, but somehow he never gets caught.

Connie goes to parties with you to show you off to his friends. No one (especially Jean) believes that he got you initially, but after some time with you, they see how much compatible you two are.

If you're tired or not in the mood for going out, he sits with you in the car, blasting nostalgic and cheerful loud music, as you go around campus. Expect lots of sonography while you're walking around.

When you're in his or your dorm, he likes to tell you all about his day, while you guys cook or do some chores together. If you're cooking, expect many food fights ending with cute flour kisses and apologies from him. Connie is not a fan of chores (unlike Levi) but he enjoys spending time with you, so that's a bonus.

Also, please, remind him to study for his exams! He gets forgetful about this kinda of stuff and may get lower grades because of it, or procrastinate if he finds it boring. However, do not study with him, he will not let you, and you'll get lower grades but it may be worth it for the laughs and the flirting.

Look out, or he'll take you to the bedroom as soon as he starts to check you out so focused, so sexy for him. And I'll have to tell you; after he treats you so well, you will not want to do anything other than be lost in him.

˗ˏˋ ERWIN SMITH ˎˊ˗

Of all of them, he's the most obvious to me. First of all, he desires to get multiple degrees during his life, as a curious and cultured guy. So depending on your age difference, you may meet him during his first, second, or even third degree. He thinks about being a professor too, like his dad, but being more of an activist too.

Erwin definitely gets some work inside the university, either as a mentor or helping the faculty. Therefore, he is spending most of his time there. That's how he knows almost everyone around college, or at least most faculty members and talented students.

He is commonly seen with his friends: Levi, Hanji, Nanaba, and Mike, doing plans for hangouts with them. They can range from a simple movie night to an elaborate weekend in a cabin in the mountains.

Usually, the fun hangouts, like parks and trials are planned by Hanji. The active ones are chosen by Mike or Nanaba, such as going out to bars or playing sports. And Levi says that he never wants to go, but he is there anyway. They walk around college together alluring this "veteran" aura, very cool.

For one semester, you'll see him with your favorite professor, Mr. Smith, who you need to talk with. Erwin just stands there, looking so classy and smart that you're intimidated at first. However, as soon as your professor sees you, he introduces you to Erwin, who takes an interest in the project you're developing.

With that, you discover that he's the professor's son, while the older man just looks at you both with a strange knowing look. Erwin offers to help you, with your project, but he probably can't due to his proximity to your professor. He knows that. Erwin is just using it as an excuse to ask for your number, and it works.

Erwin is such a good boyfriend and a gentleman. He always meets you before the morning classes with a warm cup of your favorite beverage. He's such a busy person, with all the classes he is attending, work, and projects, but somehow he always makes time for his friends and you.

Also, he loves planning dates and invites you to the hangouts he has with his friends. Prepare yourself for cute museum dates, and fancy dinners after he gets his salary of the month. He likes to spoil you.

He surprises you sometimes, asking to meet in a random campus location, and surprising you with a sweet picnic under the tree. Erwin states that he's making up for his busy day ahead, and you both sit in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and maybe a book. That is at least until you hear Hanji's greetings from afar, followed by Levi trailing behind them with a scowl.

Sometimes, you wonder if dating Erwin is a package that comes with his friends as extra. However, be assured that at the end of the day, you'll get your alone time with him behind the sheets. Erwin will make it up to you in a way that'll make you even forget that anyone else exists other than him.

˗ˏˋ LEVI ACKERMAN ˎˊ˗

This guy doesn't even know why he's here nor how he got here in the first place. I mean, he is such a flexible character, I can see him in many degrees but for this multiple headcanon I'll stick with just three.

Levi as a teacher would be so iconic. He may pursue education because he had good teachers before and believed that they helped him take things seriously and not go to "the bad side" of life.

I see him in law pursuing it to be a judge or prosecutor too, he wants to see "rats" (his words), going to jail and will be pleased to be the one putting them there.

Since criminology fits more his persona so well, I don't think I need to discuss it that much. I'll just state that detective/forensic Levi would be the best of his generation. So it definitely an option too.

Enough of flattering him. As a student, Levi terrifies his professors, why? you ask me. He walks into class, sits down, and almost never moves an inch. He does not talk or ask questions. At the end of the term, he'll get the highest scores. He even works in a respected office already! The professors' days are counted... Ah wait that was flattering again? Oh well...

Anyway, he is the scary dog of his group, I mean like those scary little dogs, not the big ones. Levi walks with people twice his side, who together know everyone in college, but he just sticks with the three of them.

It's with them that he passes his free time. It's funny because he may sound like a hater and says that they are glued to him. But it's actually the opposite, he is the one to look after their hangouts the most.

One thing about college Levi is that he loves his coffee and tea. He knows every café in town but doesn't really enjoys the college ones, like the one you've been transferred to.

He only goes there when there is no other option, and says that the coffee is cold and the tea always tastes like toilet water. That is why your coworkers prepare you mentally for the infamous day you'll get to serve him.

The day comes, and you're alone at the counter, you don't even realize that is The guy everyone was so scared about. You quietly hand him his thing, and he goes away just as quietly, and so it becomes a routine. One day he comes with his friends, who are throwing you looks every moment or so (it's just Hanji).

Eventually, they leave. When you go to clean their tables, you see a note on it, it's a number. It's not Levi who wrote it, but Hanji. He didn't allow them to give out his number so they gave theirs. Soon enough, you start to hang out with the group.

And being part of the group means being part of Levi's heart. Your relationship starts like that, evolving from friends, to fwb to lovers. However, Levi treats you like you're his for so long, and you're dumb to not notice (his words).

Expect him to always walk you home. Look at him and you'll see him already looking back at you, then acting as if he didn't. He'll fetch you drinks and food during class recess, and he'll do so much stuff a boyfriend would do to you.

Eventually, he does become your boyfriend. Like I said, Levi already treated you like you were his before it was official, but after it, it just becomes less subtle. He will only get enough sleep when you're in bed with him. Also, your place will be spotless, he says that you can't clean but it's just an excuse for him to do something back.

Levi will stay by your side as you complain about a messed up class you had. He allows you to cry on his neatly cleaned sweater about a failed test. He'll even buy you ice cream while you ramble about your group member who didn't do their job. And like Eren, if someone else were to blame for your stress or tears, he would do something about it.

He never expects you to do something back for him. You being here for him is enough, it's his main motivation for dealing with annoying college life every day.

But if you're really into rewarding him them we will not complain if you get in his lap and be good for him too. Oh, it may even become a competition, as you both pleasure each other for hours after a tiring and busy day.

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goyardgoyangi · 2 months ago

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𐙚 busy woman pt. 3 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⌗ pairings: eren x reader, slight! erwin x reader

⌗ summary: you don’t believe in fate, but you do believe in probability. the odds of running into a stupidly attractive guy at a highly competitive internship interview? low. the odds of him rejecting you? …higher. the odds of ending up in the same program — and on the same project team after all that? practically zero. and yet, here you are.

⌗ word count: 3.4k

♥ pt. 3 ♥ masterlist ♥

You’re starting to think the universe has a personal vendetta against you.

Because despite your very best efforts to keep things professional—to pretend that Eren Yeager is just another intern, just another face in the sea of overachieving college students trying to make it in corporate America, he keeps finding ways to worm himself into your life.

Case in point:

“Alright, teams,” your manager announces at the end of the weekly check-in. “For this next sprint, we’re pairing up for a deep-dive project. Deliverables are due in two weeks, so make sure you’re coordinating closely.”

You’re barely listening, already skimming through your notes, mentally calculating how much work you’ll need to do over the weekend to stay ahead.

And then—

“Pairings are up in the Slack channel,” the manager continues. “Alright, that’s all for today!”

Laptops snap shut. Chairs scrape against the floor as everyone starts packing up. You casually open Slack, expecting to see a random name beside yours.

No. Of course not. Because that would be too easy.

Instead, right there, bolded in neat little text— of course, has your name listed next to the "& Eren Yeager."

You stare at the screen.

You scroll back. Refresh. Check the file name. Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe this is a sick joke. Maybe you opened the wrong document.

But there it is. Again. Your name, tied to his like a cruel punchline.

You flick your gaze across the room.

He’s already looking at you.

Chin propped in his hand, like he’d been watching. Like he knew this was coming. Like he’s been waiting for the moment you realized.

His lips twitch into the smallest, most insufferable smile.

You want to throw your laptop across the room. You want to throw him across the room.

Sasha peers over your shoulder and whistles. “Oh. Good luck with that.”

You groan, shoving your laptop into your bag like it personally betrayed you. “I’m really going to need it.”

She pats your back sympathetically before bouncing off to meet her own partner. Meanwhile, you’re bracing yourself as Eren stands, stretching lazily before slinging his bag over one shoulder.

“Well,” he drawls, stopping in front of your desk. “Guess you’re stuck with me. Again”

You exhale sharply through your nose, pushing your chair back. “Guess so.”

“Try not to look too excited.”

You scowl, standing up. “I’ll try my best.”

He chuckles, unfazed. “When are you free to meet?”

You pull out your phone and skim your schedule. “I have some time tomorrow afternoon. I can book a meeting room at three?”

Eren hums, tilting his head slightly, like he’s thinking. Then—

“Nah. Let’s go somewhere else.”

You blink. “Where else would we have a meeting... if not in a meeting room?”

“The café down the street,” he says. “Better ambiance. Fewer people than in the office.”

You hesitate. You could argue, keep things strictly professional. But the idea of a sweet treat and something warm to drink while working through soul-draining corporate tasks sounds… kind of nice.

“…Fine.” You sigh, slipping your phone back into your pocket. “Three o’clock.”

Eren grins. “Looking forward to it.”

You walk off before he can say anything else, but as you leave, you can still feel him watching you.

And for the first time in weeks, you can’t tell if you’re dreading tomorrow— or looking forward to it.

You don’t know why you’re nervous.

It’s just a meeting. A work-related, professional, totally normal meeting.

And yet, as you approach the café, you feel the beginnings of unease settle in your stomach. Maybe it’s because this is the first time you’ll be alone with Eren outside of the office. Maybe it’s because, despite your best efforts, you haven’t been able to shake the lingering awareness of him— of his glances, his smirks, the way he always seems too entertained by your reactions.

Or maybe it’s because some small, irrational part of you is still clinging to the memory of the rejection. The way he’d shut you down without hesitation.

You shake the thought away as you step inside.

The café is warm, the scent of coffee and pastries hanging in the air. You scan the room quickly, spotting Eren near the back, already seated at a small table. He’s dressed more casually today— sleeves rolled up, hair pulled into a loose bun, silver rings glinting on his annoyingly attractive hands as he idly taps his fingers against the table.

You steel yourself and walk over.

“You always pick the back corner?” you ask, setting your bag down before sliding into the seat across from him.

Eren looks up, smirking slightly. “Best view in the room.”

You glance around, skeptical. “Of what? The exit sign?”

He shrugs, unbothered. “Didn’t say I was looking at the décor.”

You blink, caught slightly off guard by his tone— but you don’t press it. Instead, you pull out your laptop, trying to stay focused.

He nods at the gesture, but doesn’t move for his bag. Instead, he leans back, head tilting slightly as he nods toward the counter. “You thinking of getting anything?”

You hesitate, eyeing the pastry case. “Maybe. Still deciding.”

“What do you usually go for?” he presses— but there’s a quiet curiosity beneath it.

You glance at him, a little wary. “Strawberry matcha, usually. And... that Nutella croissant looks good.”

His smirk grows, subtle but unmistakably smug. “Knew it.”

Your brows lift. “You knew?”

He’s already pushing back his chair. “Took a guess when I saw the menu. I’ll get you both. I wanted the Nutella croissant too.”

You blink. “Wait— are you sure?”

Eren nods, already walking toward the counter. “Yeah. I’ll grab my coffee while I’m at it. Easier if I just pay for everything.”

And even though you should be reviewing project notes or pulling up the presentation while he’s at the counter, your brain is annoyingly hyper-aware of him— of the way the barista seems a little too interested in him, of the easy way he leans against the counter as he waits.

You force yourself to look away. Focus.

By the time he returns, sliding your coffee across the table, you’ve managed to pull up a shared document.

“Alright,” you say briskly, “let’s start by breaking down the deliverables.”

Eren hums, taking a sip of his own drink. “So serious.”

You shoot him a look. “That’s kind of the point of this, isn’t it?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Relax. We’ve got time.”

You resist the urge to groan. “Eren.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Let’s get to work.”

And to your surprise, he actually does.

The next few hours pass by smoothly. Eren, despite his usual laid-back demeanor, is sharp, quick to pick up on details, throwing out ideas that you begrudgingly admit are good. The conversation flows easier than expected, and for the first time, you feel yourself settling into something… comfortable.

Then—

“You always this tense?”

You glance up from your screen, brow furrowing. “Excuse me?”

Eren leans forward slightly, studying you with an unreadable expression. “You’re always on edge around me.”

Your grip tightens around your cup. “I am not.”

He tilts his head. “You sure?”

You sigh, looking away. “We’re working. That’s all this is.”

Eren hums, but he doesn’t look convinced. “If you say so.”

The air shifts, something unspoken hanging between you. You don’t like it, you definitely don’t want to acknowledge it, so you do what you do best.

You ignore it.

The next few days pass in a blur.

Despite everything, the two of you fall into a rhythm. The tasks have already been divided. You both know what needs to be done, and Eren’s competent (frustratingly so), and it makes it easier to ignore the tension that simmers beneath the surface.

Mostly.

You’d love to pretend you’re fine, casual even, but it’s hard to ignore the way your skin prickles every time you feel his gaze settle on you.

No matter how hard you try to bury yourself in work, drown in project tasks, or choke down scheduled meetings— nothing is enough to keep you from running into Eren again.

Like today.

You’re crammed into a small meeting room with the rest of your team, laptops open, diagrams pulled up on the screen, conversation moving quickly from one update to the next. You’re halfway through explaining a revision to the prototype data structure when the door creaks open.

And there he is.

He steps in like he owns the place, long frame filling the doorway, hair loose around his shoulders, sleeves pushed up, lanyard half tucked into the pocket of his jeans.

You freeze. Of course, he would come in now.

He doesn’t even speak— just lifts a brow slightly, like you were the one interrupting him.

He looks around the room, slow and unhurried, before setting his laptop down on the table and taking a seat next to you, much to your dismay.

And then— he smiles.

Not big. Not wide. Just enough to say, Yeah, I know you saw me.

You grit your teeth and pretend to refocus on the screen, willing yourself not to notice the way his presence seems to take up more space than it should. You can feel the heat of him beside you, his scent, woodsy and clean, is way too close for comfort.

And you hate it. You’re supposed to be focused on the project, on your career, on your goals. Not him.

You arrive at the office the next morning with a game plan: ignore, deflect, and work. No distractions. No unnecessary interactions. No Eren Yeager.

But as luck would have it, within the first hour, that plan goes to hell.

It starts small— his gaze lingering on you when your team gathers for the daily check-in, the way he seems way too at ease in your proximity. Then comes the subtle, almost imperceptible smirk when you fumble with your professionalism as if he was waiting for you to finally slip up— to react to him.

You don’t. You won’t. Except you do— when you’re forced to spend the entire afternoon stuck in a tiny meeting room with him, reviewing an important deliverable of the project together.

You sit at opposite ends of the table, both typing away on your laptops, silence stretching between you. It should be comfortable—just two interns in the same stage of life, work towards the same goals, spending precious time of their youth working together as comrades— but it isn’t. There’s an unspoken awareness, or in your case, awkwardness, that makes the air feel heavier than it should.

Eventually, you exhale sharply, breaking the silence. “Look, can you just—” You pause, searching for the right words.

Eren finally looks up, one brow slightly raised. “Just what?”

“Stop making this weird.”

His lips twitch, like he’s amused that you think you have control over that. “I’m not making it weird.”

You give him a flat look. “You literally brought up asking me you out. In front of everyone. In front of our boss.”

He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “You brought it up first.”

Your jaw drops. “I— no, I didn’t!”

“You called it ‘unfortunate probability.’”

“That’s not bringing it up, that’s just—” You inhale sharply, cutting yourself off. You refuse to engage in this ridiculous back-and-forth with him. You are a professional. A serious intern, someone’s here to get a return offer.

Eren, however, is entirely unbothered, watching you with that same lazy amusement. “Relax,” he says. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Easy for you to say,” you mutter under your breath, turning back to your screen.

Silence settles again, but this time, it’s charged. You try to focus, but you can feel his gaze flicker to you every now and then, like he’s waiting to see if you’ll talk back, to give a reaction first.

Again, you repeat the same mantra. You don’t. You won’t.

But this time, he speaks first.

“So, why’d you do it?”

You blink. “Do what?”

He tilts his head slightly, long strands of hair beautifully framing his face. “Ask me out.”

Your heart stops. How can someone annoying be so natrually handsome? Then starts again— way too fast for your liking.

You should learn from your mistakes last week’s team lunch and this time actually tell a lie. Say it was a dare. Say anything that will downplay the sheer mortification of that moment. But again, you blurt out the truth before you can stop yourself.

“I don’t know. You just seemed interesting.”

More like infuriatingly hot, but also not a lie. There was something about him that day, something about his quiet confidence, his complete indifference to the high-stakes nature of the last step of being hired— the behavioral interview, like he already knew he had it in the bag. It annoyed you. It intrigued you.

Eren studies you for a beat, like he’s weighing your words. Then, to your utter disbelief, he grins.

“What?” you demand, suspicious.

“Nothing,” he says, shaking his head, still smirking. “Just funny, that’s all.”

You narrow your eyes. “Funny how?”

But before he can answer, the door swings open and one of your team members pokes their head in, asking about a deadline.

The moment breaks.

Eren turns back to his laptop, looking perfectly at ease, while you sit there, heart hammering, feeling like you just lost some sort of invisible battle.

You don’t know what game he’s playing. But you have a feeling that Eren is messing with you. There’s no other explanation.

Ever since that meeting room conversation— ever since you stupidly admitted he seemed interesting— he’s been acting different. Not outright obnoxious, but just devious enough to genuinely annoy you.

Like now.

Your team is gathered in a shared workspace, casually going over project updates. You’re hyper-focused on your laptop, taking notes as your team lead speaks, to avoid feeling it— his gaze.

You don’t have to look to know it’s him. You just know.

And it’s distracting.

“So,” Eren’s voice cuts through the discussion, completely unprompted. “You’re a statistics person, right?”

You freeze.

Slowly, you look up. He’s leaning back in his chair, looking far too entertained.

“…Yeah?” you say warily.

Eren nods, like he’s deep in thought. “So, statistically speaking, what do you think the odds are of us running into each other again after this internship?”

Your brain short-circuits.

Jean snorts from across the table. “Damn, Yeager. You applying probability theory to your love life now?”

Sasha perks up immediately. “Wait, why? Are you planning on running into her again?”

Your mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.

You’re going to kill him.

Eren, unfazed, shrugs. “Just curious.”

You narrow your eyes, trying to decipher his angle. Is he teasing you? Is this payback? Or is he just naturally inclined to be the most insufferable person you’ve ever met?

Probably all three.

“I wouldn’t know,” you say, forcing your voice to stay even. “Maybe I’ll run a regression model on it later.”

Sasha gasps, delighted. “Ooh, academic flirtation. I love it.”

You shoot her a please stop look, but she’s having too much fun at your expense.

Meanwhile, Eren just hums, tilting his head slightly. “Let me know what you find.”

And then, as if he didn’t just drop that bomb, he goes right back to working, leaving you reeling.

After that bullshit of a conversation, you’re two seconds away from flipping the table and walking out. But since professionalism is still a thing, you settle for excusing yourself to grab coffee instead. The office break room is thankfully empty when you step inside. You exhale sharply, pressing your palms against the counter. What is his problem?

The way Eren keeps pushing at you, throwing you off balance— it’s getting unbearable.

Worse, you can’t even tell if he’s doing it on purpose or if this is just who he is. Maybe life is fair after all, being as endowed in the looks and brains department can’t come without sacrifices— his unbearable personality.

Maybe your girlfriends were onto something when they said that men were more handsome before they opened their mouths.

You’re starting to understand the appeal of a silent, brooding type. At least they don’t make you want to throw things every time they speak.

Is this some sort of game for him? To see how much you can take before you snap?

You shake your head, reaching for a coffee pod and shoving it into the machine with more force than necessary.

“Damn. What did the Keurig do to you?”

Your whole body tenses.

Of course. Of course.

You don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.

He reaches for a cup, and for a second, you swear he’s deliberately moving slow, drawing out the moment to stand behind you, towering over your frame.

You can feel his presence, radiating off him like heat, and it makes your skin prickle in a way that has nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

Fuck, what if he sees a gray hair? You probably have one from all the stress he’s giving you. Maybe more than one. It wouldn’t be surprising— this feels like the kind of situation that would age you by ten years in a single afternoon.

You force yourself to focus, stirring your drink slowly, keeping your gaze fixed on the cup. You don’t want to look up, don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your reaction. But his voice is there, always there, like it’s in your head, too.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” you ask, your tone a little sharper than you intended, but you refuse to back down.

Eren tilts his head, and you can hear the amusement in his voice. “You trying to get rid of me that quickly?”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. This is exactly why you’ve been avoiding him. The way he’s so easy, so confident, like he knows he can mess with you and you won’t say a word.

You take a long sip, as if the simple action could cool the rising heat in your chest.

“Well,” you say, voice flat as you put the cup back down with a little too much force. “I’m not in the mood for your… whatever this is.”

For a moment, his expression falters, like you’ve caught him off guard. His eyes flicker, just briefly, and you can tell something shifts in him, like your irritation has actually affected him more than he’d like to admit.

He straightens up, running a hand through his hair, looking at you with something more genuine in his gaze. “Oh—” He pauses, taking a breath, and you can see him trying to recalibrate. “I wasn’t trying to make you mad, just wanted to get your attention. I don’t... want you pissed off at me.”

You exhale slowly, trying to keep yourself composed, but the words are out before you can stop them: “You’ve been doing this for weeks, Eren. It’s not funny anymore. It’s... it’s not a joke when you keep teasing me in front of everyone, in front of our boss. It’s embarrassing.”

His eyes widen, the sincerity in them growing, but you’re not interested in that right now.

“I’m not just here to entertain you,” you continue, your voice shaky now, and you curse yourself internally for letting it slip. “Being here is really important to me, and I’m just trying to get things done. But you keep making me feel like an idiot in front of people. It’s not just you anymore. It’s your whole attitude and... I can’t even—” You cut yourself off, frustrated tears threatening to spill. God, not now.

His face softens, but you’re already stepping back, gripping your drink tighter like it could hold you together. You feel small.

And worse, you’re starting to feel like you’ve just become another punchline in his little game.

Eren steps back, eyes searching yours, but you don’t meet his gaze. You’re not sure what he expects from you now. You don’t even know what you expect now. An apology? A hug?

Instead, all you feel is the knot in your throat tightening. You don’t want to cry here, not in front of him. So, you just force out a small breath and pretend like everything is fine again.

#eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x y/n #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x you #aot x reader

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zoozvie · 2 months ago

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Feeling overworked? Have soft Levi as a treat.

You, a tired student taking classes on top of working the night shift, are coming home to the apartment you share with Hange. Their friends are there again, which isn’t abnormal since they always make time to study together even though they have differing majors. One doesn’t even attend your school; he owns the cafe right outside campus.

The exception is Hange’s boyfriend, Moblit. He practically lives here with you two, so he’s always at the gatherings. And breakfast. And most dinners.

When you walk in, it’s well past sundown. You kick off your shoes and debate grabbing a protein bar for dinner before getting distracted by the rowdiness in the living room. The squad is discussing over a battle map laid out on the thrifted coffee table. Everyone but Miche sits on cushions on the floor to reach their pieces around the game board.

When you walk over behind your roommate(s), Hange greets you brightly as Moblit flips through the large book in front of him, muttering the name of the spell Hange has requested to cast. ‘ah, yes, they’ll need to make a DEX save for that—’

Erwin smiles at you, asking about your day, and you shrug it off good-naturedly. Nothing interesting to report back about. Hange shifts up to their knees and grabs the protractor from the end of the table. “Roomie! You should sit in for a bit, make sure we’re playing right.”

You debate with yourself only a little before agreeing. Earning a few chuckles from your reply, “Think you can’t do addition?”

In your usual routine, by now you’d be sprawled across your unmade bed, stripped of your day clothes but not ready to put on your work uniform. Maybe you’d be scrolling mindlessly on your phone or shutting your eyes for a quick hour that only feels like a few minutes.

But the company is good, and you get along with your roommate’s friends just fine, so you make your way around Erwin and Hange to perch on the open spot next to Miche on the opposite side of the table, above where Levi happened to be leaning against the couch.

“I think the energy is calmer over here.” Is your quiet explanation as you step toward Levi’s spot on the floor. He’s quick to lean up and, after you perch on the couch, he rests back where your leg would be if you hadn’t tucked it underneath yourself.

Miche huffs a laugh, leaning forward to check his paper. “You’re definitely right about that.”

With everyone a little distracted by the phrasing of the rules, Levi carefully tips his head back to rest against the couch, peeking up at you upside-down.

“You have work tonight?”

“In a few hours.” Your voice is soft when you answer.

Today may not have been more challenging than any other day, but the accumulation of your entire work week on top of classes weighs you down enough to really feel it in your body. Thankfully, today is your last shift before your two-day break.

Then you’ll have time for the paper due on Monday.

Yay.

“You should eat.”

“I can get something when I’m there.”

His nose wrinkles, “Vending machine crap isn’t going to help you.”

It’s not the first time he’s mentioned this to you. You’ve argued before that your breakroom has a kiosk with little sandwiches and cups of fruit in the fridge. He claims it doesn’t help when you buy an energy drink alongside your ‘rodent food’.

Usually, Hange is the one drawing his ire, for good reason, but he’s been known to lash out at every one of his friends once in a while, for good intentions and purposes. You do notice that he speaks to you a little differently, a little more gently.

It’s probably because you two aren’t as close as they all are; you’re still somewhat of an outsider. Or maybe you looked as thoroughly wrecked as you feel, and someone other than customers or professors scolding you just seemed cruel.

Moblit drags Levi’s and your attention back as he finalizes the outcome of Hange’s character’s spell attack. And they Whoop! when three of their enemies are burnt to a crisp.

Their little party ends up going through a few more rooms of the castle they’re exploring before Levi stands up to grab a drink. When Moblit asks you a technical GM’s question, you see Hange smirk and sneakily show Erwin something they wrote on their paper. Only to have their face fall when Erwin smiles and points at something on his.

Levi comes back with drinks and your bag of trail mix, which he must have taken from the pantry. He gives one drink to Erwin and sits down in front of you again, offering the bag to you over his shoulder.

He’s closer than before. His side pressed against your leg. When you take the bag, your fingers brush, and he glances back at you with a soft look. That’s how Levi was. Caring and protective, even if you wouldn’t expect it from someone so irritable.

And damn. Sometimes it just felt good to be seen.

You picked through the mix of nuts as you sat silently for the next twenty minutes until their session came to an end. It was quite an entertaining group. Moblit was doing a great job of storytelling, in your opinion, even with Hange—and sometimes Erwin’s—unconventional ideas. Everyone had a good connection to their characters, roleplaying and fighting together as a team. You could feel their enjoyment as they packed up.

“Heading to work, roomie?” Hange asked offhandedly.

You looked at the time. “...Yeah, I’m going to get ready to go.”

Levi stayed seated against you while gathering his things. The atmosphere tonight urged you to be a little braver than usual, and you hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. He was warm. Almost shockingly so compared to your cold fingers.

Soothed by just a touch, you imagined how nice his hugs must be.

When he looked at you, something different was in his eyes. But oddly enough, it didn’t feel different somewhere in your subconscious. Maybe he’d looked at you like this before.

With a smile, you mouthed ‘thank you’. For the trail mix, for his attunement to your needs, for him.

He nodded, and with the movement, you could catch the dark circles underneath his eyes. He was known to pull all-nighters himself, but it was difficult for people to notice if—or when—it got to him.

Slowly, you both move so you can get around the table. The chatter of your roommate’s friends fades as you enter your room. The only thing on your mind as you dress and leave for work is what you could do in return to show your appreciation for Levi.

>> This is way longer than I meant it to be, and I threw the ending together as I move into my new apartment.

+ I just realized this fits in with a little coffee shop story I was thinking of, so maybe you’ll see more of them in the future.

dividers by @/strangergraphics

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olliefotorollie · 7 months ago

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Flexy portraits of Walid

#photography #photographer #photoshoot #my photos #photooftheday #photograph #canon #photography student #erwin olaf

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lucysarah1875 · 3 days ago

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Switch!

Warnings: None — This one-shot is totally SFW! It’s full of teen Levi awkwardly dealing with his feelings and all his dorkiness. Pure, wholesome fluff and fun.

Summary: Levi develops what almost every teen does in high school: his first crush. With the (questionable) help of his not-so-helpful uncle and a growing sense of self-confidence, he manages to ask his crush out. First dates are always full of nerves, but they’re also the beginning of something special.

Request by: @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface — she asked for a drive-in movie kind of first date, so here it is!

Some small worldbuilding details to make the story easier to follow:

The Ackermans in this AU are like a powerful, elite family working in government protection—think FBI/Secret Service—but they’re also filthy rich.

After the Scouts defeated Eren in canon, they became a prestigious institution. In this AU, their reputation lives on, and the high school Levi attends is full of elite, well-connected students.

Some students are at this high school on scholarships, including the reader.

Levi is around 16–17 years old here (same for the reader).

(Alright this was one of my very first one-shots EVER written so haha don't expect a lot from it lol.)

The first time Levi saw her, his breath caught in his chest. It felt like he couldn’t breathe. It was a midmorning Wednesday in late August, the sun already hot over the school baseball field. He was about to take a swing at the pitch Mike had just thrown when something—or rather, someone—stole all of his focus. A girl he’d never seen before. And he was sure he’d never seen her. Not because he knew everyone at school like Erwin did, but because if he'd seen that face before, he could never have forgotten it.

Rico was showing her around, walking her past the field. Levi silently thanked the Ackerman gene pool for his sharp vision because even from a distance, he caught the way her smile lit up the space around her more than the morning sun. Her hair flowed effortlessly in the warm summer breeze, and those long legs moved with easy grace beneath her high-waisted denim shorts.

“Levi, are you gonna play or just stand there checking girls out?” Mike teased.

Levi's pale cheeks flushed pink—noticeable even in the summer—and he turned sharply to glare at Mike. The taller boy grinned smugly, knowing he’d caught him red-handed. Levi forced himself to refocus, hoping she hadn’t noticed. But he could feel someone’s eyes on him, and deep down, he hoped it was her.

Gripping the bat tighter, he delivered one of his best swings, making perfect contact with the ball. A single, clear clap echoed across the mostly empty field. Levi turned back toward the stands—and there she was. Leaning on the railing, legs crossed behind her, smiling at him. His hands flew to adjust his baseball cap, angling it lower to hide his flushed face.

The second time was early September. School had just started, and his desk in math class sat empty—until the teacher pointed out that the new student, Y/N, would be sitting there. Levi hadn't known that the blue, green, and white plaid school skirt could look that good on anyone.

Immediately, he turned behind him to Erwin, pale as a sheet. “Switch seats with me,” he whispered urgently. Erwin blinked. “Why?” “If we switch, I’ll cover the whiteboard notes for you.” “Who cares about—” “Just switch.”

Erwin raised a thick blond eyebrow but gave in. Moments later, he turned to shoot Levi a knowing smirk as the shorter boy hid behind his workbook. The new girl had clearly caught Levi’s eye. He tried to avoid her after that. Denied everything Erwin or Hange or anyone brought up. Erwin swore she’d asked about Levi a few times, but he didn’t believe it.

Avoiding her became much harder when she joined the cheer squad.

Normally, Levi didn’t care about the bubbly girls on the sidelines. But Y/N made the uniform look like something out of a dream. The way her skirt swayed as she ran to congratulate his team, the cheer ribbon perfectly matching her ponytail, that gleaming smile—it was impossible to ignore.

And worst of all? The shape of her hand raised, waiting for high-fives from the team after a win. She made her way down the line, celebrating with the others. When it was Levi’s turn, she dropped her hand.

‘What the hell? Why not me?’ he wondered, completely thrown off. I’m the damn captain, my hands are clean. I swear. His face stayed mostly neutral—he was good at that—but his eyes gave him away. Hange and Erwin definitely noticed.

“Excellent game, Captain,” Y/N said sweetly, blushing.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Levi muttered, mentally kicking himself for being so useless. He could almost hear his friends cringing at his weak attempt at flirting.

“He better stick to sports,” came a muffled comment behind him, followed by more laughter.

Levi was ready to retreat in defeat when her eyes locked with his again. Slowly, she raised her hand. “High-five? I can’t promise it’s totally clean after all the others. Just checking—I don’t want to cross any boundaries.”

Levi’s mind spiraled. Great. She thinks I’m a weirdo. Still, he raised his hand. And when her palm met his, her shy smile bloomed into a confident, radiant grin—one that never broke eye contact. Levi was speechless. He’d never say it out loud, but her smile could light up the whole damn city.

It wasn’t all perfect, though. Levi noticed the way her eyes looked glassy one day after math class. She bit her bottom lip and stared at a midterm paper. She was frustrated. Struggling. And Levi wanted to help. He thought about offering to tutor her. But he didn’t.

Weeks passed. They barely exchanged a handful of words. His friends grew more and more annoyed at his refusal to dosomething about it. The semester flew by. The warm summer breeze that first carried her hair through the air was now replaced by a biting December chill. Finals were close. The last football game of the semester was the next day.

That night, Levi was quiet. It was a regular Friday evening at Kenny’s place. His mom was out of town. There was takeout on the table, but Levi just pushed food around his plate, not eating. Head resting in his hand, staring off at nothing.

Kenny noticed. He might not have been a gentle man, but he wasn’t blind. The boy's silence wasn’t normal. It was brooding silence.

“What’s up, rat? Did you fail a test or some bullshit like that?” Kenny asked, cracking open another beer.

Levi sighed. Loudly. “Nothing.”

Kenny rolled his eyes. Fucking teenagers. They always want you to beg them to talk. “Come on, brat. Tell your favorite uncle what’s going on.”

“You’re my only shitty uncle.”

“Spit it out already, for fuck’s sake.”

Levi hesitated, then finally asked, “How do I... ask a girl out without looking like a moron?”

Kenny choked mid-swig. Seriously? That’s what all this drama was about? He grinned, leaned in, and said with all the smarm he could muster, “You look her in the eye and say, ‘If you want any of this, Saturday night at mine. See ya, doll.’”

“Fuck you,” Levi snapped, shoving Kenny’s arm off. “I’m an idiot for even thinking you could help.”

Kenny laughed, but then saw how genuinely flustered the kid was. Shit. Poor brat probably doesn’t have anyone else to ask.

“Alright, alright. Listen up, kiddo.” He took another sip and leaned back. “Grow some guts—or fake it. Confidence is key. Have a plan. No half-assed ‘whatever you wanna do’ crap. Girls hate that.”

Levi nodded. “Okay.”

“Be sure. Like, ‘Movies. Seven. Sunday. You in?’ If she says yes, ask for her number right after. Got it?”

“Yeah…”

“Oi! That’s not confidence, that’s hesitation! Don’t be a damn chicken. You’re asking her tomorrow, right after the game.”

Levi straightened up. “Yeah. Sure. I will.”

Kenny ruffled his hair, messing up the dark strands. Levi scowled but didn’t move away.

“So…” he hesitated, “Should I pick her up?”

Kenny stopped ruffling. Stared at him. “Are you an idiot all day long, or do you take breaks?”

Levi flushed. “What?! I just thought maybe it’d be weird for a first date—”

“You have a goddamn convertible Audi. Your mom bought it for your sixteenth birthday. And you’re asking me if you should pick her up?”

“I was gonna say it might seem creepy or something—”

Kenny grabbed Levi’s cheeks with one hand and squished them. The boy now looked like a pissed-off bunny.

“You’re a clean freak but your ears are full of shit. Listen—drive-in theater. It’s classic. It’s smooth. And you’ve got the ride for it. Got it?”

Levi mumbled through squished cheeks, “Fine. Let me go. You smell like pigshit.”

Finally, Kenny eased off and returned to his meal. Levi was grateful his uncle didn’t keep pushing the joke to further humiliate him. He tried to focus on eating, but truthfully, he wasn’t used to feeling this nervous. Keep your shit together, he told himself, stabbing at whatever Kenny had picked up for dinner that night. Normally, he was someone who kept his cool under pressure—on the field, in class, anywhere. That’s part of what made him such a damn good team captain.

The lack of a home-cooked meal made him realize just how much he missed his mom. Not just her food—her presence. Her home. Living in Kenny’s high-rise penthouse in the middle of Sheena City had its perks, sure, but it was nothing like the place he actually considered home. People thought being the son of a world-famous actress was glamorous. It wasn’t. Kuchel was always traveling. That morning, she’d sent him a message wishing him luck for Saturday’s game. Usually, she’d call first thing to say it in her own voice, remind him to play smart—even if they were losing—and beg him to call her after and tell her how it went. But this time she’d sent it early in the evening, afraid of waking him if she messaged too late. Not knowing, of course, that dinner at a reasonable hour didn’t exist in Kenny’s world.

Late-night dinner turned into washing dishes at midnight while Kenny disappeared to do who-knows-what for the royal family or government. After a couple of hours of chores, it was time to prep for the game, then drive around picking up his friends. Times like that, he wished his mom hadn’t gifted him that car. Then again, remembering how disgusting the school bus was made him change his mind real fast.

The game was going well until the rain came pouring down, turning everything into, as Levi would put it, “a shitty mess.” The stakes were high—important match, scholarships on the line for some of his teammates like Mike—but Levi’s mind wasn’t locked on that. He had a bigger goal that day. When Levi decided something was going to happen, it happened. He told the old man he was going to ask Y/N out, and by hell or high water, that’s what he was going to do. They won the game despite the downpour. Fuck Paradise and its unpredictable weather, Levi thought, scrubbing mud off himself in the locker room. He was, as usual, the first one ready.

Maybe he was a little overdressed for the middle of the day, post-game. Levi checked himself in the mirror more times than he ever had in his life. His black hair, which looked almost chocolate under the right light, refused to stay pushed back. Too damn straight, he muttered. Grey t-shirt. Black jeans—not too skinny, not too baggy. Clean black Nikes. And of course, his green-and-white letterman jacket with his name stitched across the lower back.

Girls like the school jacket, right? That’s a thing, right? Shit. I wear this every day. She’ll think I didn’t even try. Or worse, what if I’m trying too hard? His mind spiraled, even if his expression stayed calm.

The heavy rain had simmered into a drizzle, though the dark autumn clouds promised more. Among the grey sky and white bleachers, Levi searched for her—but instead spotted another cheerleader.

“Oi, Petra.” He approached the redheaded brunette, grateful they at least knew each other.

“Hey, Levi! Great game!” she beamed, her cheeks nearly the color of her hair.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said quickly, not interested in small talk. “Have you seen Y/N?”

Petra’s smile dimmed a bit. “She went to the front—said her parents were picking her up soon.”

“Shit.” Levi didn’t wait another second. He hurried toward the school’s main entrance, determined not to let all his anxiety and overthinking go to waste. Thankfully, he made it. There she was, her back turned slightly toward the street, waiting. Her hair still damp from her shower, falling perfectly along her shoulders.

Levi felt a surge of panic again—but this time, he pushed through it. Be confident, he remembered Kenny saying, like it was a damn lecture before an exam.

“Oi, Y/N,” he called out, voice steady. Fake it if you don’t have it. Kenny's advice again.

She turned, hair moving effortlessly with her, and smiled. “Oh! Hey there. Congratulations on the game!”

Levi swallowed. “Yeah, thanks for… cheering.”

She giggled softly. “You’re very welcome.”

“There’s a few movies playing at the drive-ins tomorrow around seven-thirty. Not totally shit. Want to come?”

No hesitation. Levi wanted to get it out before he started second-guessing. His hands stayed in his jean pockets—either to warm up or hide the nerves. Maybe both.

Her brows lifted, clearly surprised. “Uh, sure. I was going to study, but I think I can make time for a movie.”

Levi nodded, relief washing over him. Until she asked, “Who else is coming?”

Fucking hell, she thinks it’s a group thing. He resisted the urge to facepalm. “No, just you and me, brat.”

His tone was flat as always, but inside, he was freaking out.

Please don’t say you like me as a friend. Don’t friendzone me. Not now.

Her eyes widened, lips parting slightly in surprise. “Oh my,” she said, blushing. Her voice wavered as she added, “I—I’d love to.”

She didn’t sound confident, and her hesitation made Levi question everything. But he answered firmly, “Great. I’ll pick you up at seven to get a good spot.”

“Perfect.” She still looked half in disbelief. “Should we exchange numbers? Just in case?”

Shit. Right. That was part of the plan. “Yeah.”

They traded phones, added each other’s contacts, and just as they finished, a horn sounded from the street.

“That’s my dad,” she explained, adjusting her bag.

“Yeah, cool.” Short and to the point. Classic Levi.

He gave her a small wave, awkward but genuine. As her car disappeared, Levi let himself smile. Didn’t go that bad, he thought. He walked back to the parking lot, started the car—then his phone rang.

“Levi? Where the hell are you? You promised me and Mika a ride home,” Eren’s voice blared.

“Fuck.”

Levi had never been the type of teenager who depended on his phone. He barely had any apps, and used it only when necessary. Most of the time, it was in "Do Not Disturb" mode or completely silenced.

But this weekend? He had unlocked and checked it more times than he had in his entire life combined. Levi was many things—but hesitant wasn’t one of them. Still, Y/N’s vague answer to his invitation was making him anxious. What if she cancels last minute? What if she only said yes out of politeness?

Levi was good at a lot of things. Romance wasn’t one of them. His roundabout way of expressing himself paired with his social clumsiness was not a great combo.

Sunday, 5:30 p.m. The time was creeping closer. After agonizing over what to wear and taking so many showers that Kenny had screamed, "You’re gonna drain the whole damn country, brat!", Levi was almost ready.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N wasn’t doing any better. She had spent all of Saturday—and most of that morning—texting with her biology partner (and Levi’s friend), Hange. "What does he like? What should I wear? How do I know if he’s mad or just Levi?"

Of course, Hange had reassured her: “If he invited you out, it’s because he wants to be with you.” But that didn’t stop Y/N from being a nervous wreck.

Levi’s outfit was simple, almost a copy of what he wore the day before—dark jeans and classic Adidas with black and white accents. He was going to wear his go-to black T-shirt, until Kenny leaned on the doorframe and muttered, “Don’t you own anything that’s not fucking black?”

So now he had on a navy blue-grey sweater his mom had probably bought eons ago—the tag still attached because Levi had never worn it. Until now.

Before leaving, Kenny tossed him a box of condoms with a smirk and added, “Text her. Break the ice. And you better fucking wrap it up. I’m not raising another brat.”

Levi rolled his silver-grey eyes, cheeks slightly pink. Drive-ins weren’t really his thing—kids running around, couples making out in every corner, random people touching his pristine car, and worst of all… filthy portable washrooms.

Still, he was doing this—for her.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, already dressed, Levi stared at his phone. What could he even text? Don’t overthink. Just talk to her like you would anyone else.

Oi, take a shit before going. The washrooms are worse than pig piss.

He stared at the message in horror. Did I just text my date about taking a shit? He genuinely began to wonder if his mother had dropped him as a baby.

But a reply came in almost instantly:

Damn, you’re right haha. The school ones are cleaner, and that’s saying something.

Levi quickly replied:

Shit, that’s true. We pay a big-ass tuition and they can’t even keep the place clean.

That’s because you haven’t seen the girls’ bathrooms. I wonder what the old director is wasting all the budget on.

Kinky shit. That pervy old man’s probably got a whole dungeon under his office.

Haha, you’re hilarious.

Levi froze. Hilarious? He could count on one hand the number of times someone had called him funny—zero, actually. He was still processing when another message came in:

Hey, I hope this isn’t weird, but… could you wait at the corner? I told my dad I was going out with Petra, and, well, she doesn’t have a car.

Ok.

Levi didn’t mind. The last thing I need is her dad opening the door and seeing me. I’m not built for that kind of social trauma.

It was time to go if he wanted a good spot—private enough for comfort, but not so isolated she’d feel awkward. One last message asking for her address, which she sent quickly.

He gave himself one last look in the mirror, grabbed his keys, and left the flat. The elevator felt like it took forever to descend from Kenny’s penthouse to the garage where his silver car waited.

The ride through the quiet afternoon streets was smooth. He’d never asked for the expensive car, but his mom insisted. His friends teased him about being a “momma’s boy,” but jokes on them—he ended up being their unofficial chauffeur.

Her house was farther than his, but closer to the drive-in, so he had no complaints. He reached for his phone.

I’m here.

Right on time. Of course. Clean car, punctuality—it was all part of his wiring.

Within minutes, he saw her walking down the street. The doors unlocked, and Y/N climbed into the passenger seat.

She looked… amazing.

Sweet and casual, but stunning. He was used to seeing her in the school’s outdated uniform, but now her outfit—a chunky burgundy knit sweater, high-waisted black jeans, and spotless Adidas—felt like a complete reset. Her soft hair shifted with every movement as she settled into the seat.

“Hi,” she said, blushing slightly as she turned to face him.

“Hey,” Levi replied, meeting her eyes. “You… don’t look bad.”

“Gee, thanks,” she laughed. “You don’t look bad yourself.”

As they pulled away, Levi had to admit—Kenny was annoying, but he was right about the car. She admired the interior, fingertips gliding across the dashboard. Levi hid his smirk as he caught small glances from the corner of his eye.

“It’s my first time at a drive-in,” she said, still taking it all in. “I didn’t know if I had to bring anything.”

“You don’t. I’ll buy some shitty food there.”

“Great.” Her smile lingered, even if he couldn’t see it directly.

First dates were rarely smooth—one wrong move and the whole thing could unravel. But when he glanced at her again, her eyes met his. Bright and warm. Like her gaze was smiling too.

They reached the ticket line, which moved slowly, giving them time to talk. School stress, exams, her recent move to Paradis.

“I swear, my house looks more like a storage unit than an actual home.”

“Moving sucks. I keep losing track of my stuff—some at Mom’s, some in the apartment.” Levi actually managed to keep the conversation going. “My idiot uncle can’t even respect labeled cupboards. I spend more time reorganizing than cleaning.”

“Same! My dad and brothers never put things back where they belong.”

Levi thought she looked adorable when she pouted.

“Anyway,” she added, scanning the movie options, “what should we watch?”

“Whatever’s fine.”

She perked up. “What about the scary one?”

Levi checked the board. Romantic. Kids’ movie. Horror. Action. They all suck—but horror’s the least shitty one.

“You bring your ID? It’s 16+,” he asked, eyeing the red warning.

“Yep!” She pulled it from her backpack with a grin.

When it was finally their turn, Y/N tried to hand Levi money, but he only took her ID and added his own to the payment.

“I’m over 16, you want my license too?” he asked the worker, irritated. People often questioned his ID because of his height.

“Enjoy the movie,” the woman finally said, handing everything back.

As they found a spot, Y/N frowned. “You should’ve let me pay.”

“I invited, so I’m paying. Don’t be a pain in the ass.”

Levi instantly regretted the words, but she just laughed.

“Okay, whatever. But I’m paying next time—and no arguments.”

Levi smirked. “Next time? Already hoping for a second date?”

She opened her mouth for a witty comeback but only managed a frustrated sigh, blowing a loose strand of hair from her face.

“Don’t get mad. I’ll buy you some sugar bombs at the stalls,” he added, shutting off the car.

“You mean candy?”

“Yeah. Those cavity-makers.”

They grabbed their coats—just enough for the cold, not full winter gear. They’d be back in the warm car soon enough. Walking side by side, their arms brushed as they made their way to the food stalls.

“So,” she started, “do you come here often?”

“No. I avoid this place like the plague.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Then… why bring me here?”

“Because…” Levi hesitated, then said, “I thought you’d like it.”

His high-collared coat didn’t do much to hide his blushing face. The chill in the air might’ve explained it to a stranger, but Y/N knew better.

“There’s nothing wrong with stepping out of your comfort zone for someone,” she said softly. “I did it too. I went to all the team parties at the start of the semester, hoping to see you. Risked my math grade.”

Their eyes met—his silver-grey, hers bright and open. A silence lingered between them, mist from their breath dancing in the cold air.

“I was surprised you invited me out,” she confessed. “I honestly thought… you couldn’t stand me.”

Levi furrowed his brow. “Why would you think that shit?”

“Well,” she began, breaking eye contact and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, “You changed seats when I was going to be next to you in math, and when I tried to join you and Hange during lunch, you’d stop talking.”

Levi was painfully aware of how his behavior could be misunderstood. It took every ounce of willpower he had to respond.

“I... I don’t hate you.”

Maybe someone else would’ve misread the meaning, but not Y/N. She saw straight through the words to what lay behind them. Her eyes caught the truth shimmering in his silver gaze—eyes that now, up close, looked a little more bluish than usual. His pale complexion, almost porcelain-like, was tinged with the faintest pink, contrasting with his dark features and long lashes.

Her smile—gentle and just for him—grew until it revealed her teeth. Her cheeks matched the color in his, and her eyes didn’t stray from his as she replied, her voice soft and sure, “I don’t hate you either.”

She glanced down for a second, then looked back up through lashes darkened slightly with mascara.

“Next!” The employee’s voice jolted them back to reality. Their moment interrupted, they blinked and realized it was already their turn.

The tired attendant—probably a university student judging by the stack of books under the counter—looked like he wanted nothing more than for the night to end. In silent agreement, both decided not to waste any more of his time.

Levi ordered popcorn—essential for any movie night. Y/N picked chocolates, and they both grabbed drinks, instinctively choosing the one the other would prefer. They thanked the employee and stepped aside so the next customers could order.

Inside the toasty warmth of Levi’s car, both tossed their coats into the backseat. The popcorn was placed between them, and the sweets sat on Y/N’s lap. She opened a KitKat bar while they waited for the movie to begin, the background noise of idling cars and frustrated drivers drifting through the glass.

“You want one?” Y/N offered, splitting the bar along its grooves. Levi pulled a hand from his pocket and held it out silently for her to place it in.

“I’m surprised to hear that you don’t like this place,” she said. “I thought you and the rest of the group came here a lot.”

“We used to, like, two summers ago. Everyone had just gotten their licenses, so those idiots thought it was a great idea,” Levi said, finally sounding relaxed. “But last winter break, we came again. We froze our asses off in Mike’s Jeep because it didn’t have heat. So they forced me to bring my car.”

Y/N kept her eyes on him, hanging on every word.

“Of course,” he continued, “half my friends are bigger than trees outside Wall Maria, so they couldn’t fit in the back. But if they sat in the front, we couldn’t see the damn screen. I spent the entire night bitching like some old man: ‘If you keep complaining, I’m driving back and that’s the end of it!’”

Y/N laughed, unable to help herself, enjoying how much he was finally opening up.

“Yeah, keep laughing,” Levi said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Everything was fun until Hange dropped an entire soda trying to climb into the front. I swear, I saw the exact moment she thought she was gonna die.”

Y/N burst into laughter again, easily imagining the scene and knowing Hange well enough to picture it perfectly.

“And that’s how you never came back to the drive-in again,” she teased, wiping the corners of her eyes as her laughter subsided.

“No, actually I came again last summer—but that’s another disaster.”

“Really? I wanna hear it.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. We’ve got time, the movie hasn’t even started.”

“Yeah, but I don’t feel like talking more shit about myself.”

“What are you talking about? I want to hear all of it!” Y/N countered playfully. When she saw he wasn’t budging, she tried the oldest trick in the book. “Come on. Please. Pretty please~”

Levi stared at her. She was curled up in the passenger seat, knees drawn close to her chest, arms hugging them lightly, her cheek pressed to the seat. Her eyes—warm, patient, focused entirely on him—made it impossible to say no.

He took a breath. His cheeks warmed.

There wasn’t anything traditionally romantic about this moment—no roses, no fancy sweets, no wine. Just two people learning about each other, where even the smallest story seemed like precious information.

“Fine,” he muttered. “No reason to be so damn pushy.”

His silver eyes flicked away.

“Last summer, my mom made me go to a family dinner at the Jaegers’. Everyone knows I can’t stand their older son, Zeke. Eren I can tolerate... for like five minutes,” Levi began. “I didn’t want to go, so I figured if I already had plans, I could dodge it. I called Hange—she was collecting bugs for some biology project. I was desperate, but not that desperate. Then I called Erwin.”

He took a sip of his drink.

“I dialed Erwin with my mom watching me like a hawk. Soon as he answered, I was like, ‘Hey eyebrows, don’t forget we’ve got plans tonight,’ hoping he’d play along.”

“Did your mom catch you?” Y/N asked, leaning closer.

“No, and I wish she had. Would’ve saved me from the night.”

The movie screen lit up with previews, casting a glow across the car’s interior.

“Long story short, I spent my Saturday night watching Gone with the Wind—four damn hours—on the backseat with Erwin’s family. Lesson: don’t go to the movies with a history teacher. Especially if that teacher’s your friend’s dad.”

Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so boring!”

“Yeah. No shit. I need better excuses—or better friends.”

She chuckled and shifted in her seat, grabbing some popcorn. “Well, my weekends weren’t much better. I used to go hiking with my brothers, but now they’re in college. They promised to take me to the national park, but went with their friends instead. You can use me as an excuse anytime.”

“I can take you to the national park,” he blurted, immediately regretting it.

Her eyes widened in surprise, then softened into a grin.

“I mean... if you want,” he added, awkwardly.

“I’d love to.”

Levi turned to the screen like that would hide him from the moment, grabbing a few popcorns.

Play it cool. Not desperate. You ruined it, idiot. But somewhere in his head, another voice whispered: I’m definitely taking her to that damn forest.

They let time pass, the horror movie kicking off with its usual blend of bad dialogue and cheap jump scares. She commented here and there, opened more snacks, and eventually, as the movie dragged on, rested her head on his shoulder.

Levi tensed for a second, then relaxed. Shyly, he lifted an arm and let it settle around her. She curled into his chest.

There were no rose petals, no soundtrack, no dramatic declarations. But in that moment, Levi realized this might be one of the most intimate experiences of his life.

“Shit!” Y/N jumped at a sudden scare.

“Hey, don’t shit your pants in my car. You picked this damn movie,” Levi teased with a grin.

“I’m not scared!” she huffed, shutting her eyes. “Tell me when it’s over.”

Levi chuckled. For once, he wasn’t the only one embarrassing himself.

Eventually, the movie ended and they packed up quickly. Her phone buzzed—messages from her family asking when she’d be home.

On the drive back, conversation flowed easier, like they’d known each other for years.

At the corner near her house, she stalled, checking her backpack a few times before even thinking about getting out.

“If I can’t sleep tonight and look like a zombie tomorrow, it’s your fault.”

“You picked the damn horror movie.”

“You should’ve stopped me!”

“And miss watching you almost piss yourself? No way.”

She gave him a mock pout.

“Well, I’m off before my brothers come out here and kill you,” she said, fingers toying with her keys, hair falling into her face again. She tucked it behind her ear.

Her eyes kept darting between the door handle and his face. Her smile never faded, even as she bit her lip.

Kiss her, Kenny’s voice echoed in Levi’s head. What do you have to lose?

He took a breath. “May I kiss you?” he asked softly, like a kid asking for candy.

Her cheeks bloomed pink. “Yes.”

Levi leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was soft. Still. Intimate. No fireworks, just warmth, quiet pressure, the taste of her Chapstick lingering on his lips.

Her phone buzzed again, pulling them back.

“See you tomorrow at school?” she asked shyly.

“See you tomorrow at math.”

Y/N opened the car door, then paused. She turned back and kissed his cheek—just at the corner of his lips.

Levi drove home in silence, took the elevator, and collapsed face-first onto his bed, still fully dressed.

His phone buzzed again.

Four unread chats. One from his mom. Ninety-nine from the group chat—Hange, no doubt. Three from Erwin. And two from her.

From her.

He opened hers immediately.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, thank you! Sleep tight, see you tomorrow ❤️"

She sent a red heart. That’s Gen Z code for successful date.

"Yeah, me too. Night, brat."

Levi exhaled, finally letting go of the breath he’d been holding since summer.

Then he looked at his schedule.

Math.

He grabbed his phone.

"Switch places with me in math. I want my spot back. I can’t see shit with you there."

Erwin replied instantly.

"Happy to hear the date went well 😏😉"

"Shut up and switch places with me."

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mercutiothedestroyer · 3 months ago

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I know I have said this before and I intend to say it again, I really wish we had more Armin and Hange interactions. I do like the scene of Hange naming Armin their successor but I feel it would have really had a bit more impact if they had established more of their working relationship so to speak.

I would have loved to have seen scenes depicting their mentor/student relationship as well as showing Armin acting as their Aide-de-camp so to speak, delivering messages or accompanying Hange in meetings.

I also think it would have given Armin’s reaction to their death a lot more weight.

I MEAN LOOK AT THE GRIEF IN THE POOR BOYS FACE!!!

I mean to me, this doesn't look like the grief of someone who just lost a commander or a comrade, this looks like a boy who's practically watched their parent die. Who just lost someone who in the last four years cared for him, someone who when all others said he should have died so Erwin could live, took him under their wing and encouraged him, tutored him and gave him confidence in his abilities.

I think it especially pains Armin as he volunteered to hold off the rumbling but was stopped and Hange ended up being the one sacrifice themselves. another person dear to him like his parents, grandfather and all those he spent years training with who he was left helpless to save.

I would have loved to see more moments between these two that encapsulated the relationship I firmly believe they had with one another.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlert #hange zoe #Brainy duo #They could have taken the world if they had tried #Crazy surrogate parent and their brainy adopted son

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zraiusxo · 4 months ago

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Hange x fem!reader, age gap (both adults ofc) readers the younger one with an ego.. you decide the rest though! 🫶🏻

♡ hi there anon! thanks for letting me decide the rest, but if ever you want me to continue this, just send me another request and i'll get to it as soon as possible! thanks so much and i hope you'll enjoy reading! :3

A Game of Composure ,, Older Hange Zoë x Younger Fem!reader

Y/N had always been confident.

She carried herself with quiet poise, always refined, always measured. Her words were carefully chosen, her expressions calculated—never giving away too much, never allowing anyone to get too close. It was a skill she had perfected, both in law school and in life.

She knew her worth.

She knew how to command respect without demanding it.

And above all, she knew how to remain unshaken.

Most people were intimidated, not because of her striking appearance and sharp piercing eyes— in fact, Y/N was beautiful. Though that wasn't what she was known for.

It was because she was steadfast.

But that was before she met Hange Zoë.

—

The restaurant was understated but refined—an establishment chosen by Erwin, naturally. The atmosphere was quiet, intimate, the lighting dim without being pretentious. It was the sort of place where business was discussed over expensive wine, where words carried weight and silences spoke volumes.

Y/N arrived precisely on time, neither early nor late, and was unsurprised to find Levi already seated with Erwin. However, the third figure at the table was unfamiliar.

They sat with a casual ease, an arm draped over the back of their chair, eyes flickering over the menu without any real focus.

They were older.

That was the first thing Y/N noticed—not in a bad way, just in a different way. Their face was marked by experience, by years of knowledge that Y/N could feel even from across the room. Their hair was tied back lazily, glasses slightly askew, a button-up shirt rolled up at the elbows. They looked comfortable in a way that told her they didn’t need to impress anyone.

There was something effortlessly self-assured about them.

Erwin glanced up as the woman approached, offering a polite smile to her. “Y/N, I’m glad you could make it.”

Levi gave a nod of acknowledgment, but it was the stranger’s curious brown eyes that lingered on her the longest—sharp, assessing.

“This is Hange Zoë,” Erwin continued, gesturing to them. “Chief scientist in our department, and a key contributor to our recent research.”

Hange set the menu down, a slow smile tugging at their lips as they turned their full attention to her. “Ah, so you’re the law student I’ve heard about.”

Y/N arched a brow, smoothing a hand over the skirt of her dress before taking her seat. “I assume you’ve heard only good things.”

Levi scoffed under his breath, but Hange only tilted their head, as if amused. “Oh, certainly. Erwin speaks highly of you.”

“And Levi?” she asked, sharp eyes glancing at the man in question.

Levi exhaled sharply. “Tch. Egoistic.”

Y/N smiled softly—calm, composed. “I prefer confident.”

Hange chuckled heartily, their gaze lingering a little too long on Y/N's gorgeous features. “Semantics.”

The woman met their gaze evenly. “Semantics shape arguments. And arguments shape reality.”

Hange’s brown eyes gleamed with interest, but they said nothing—only humming, as if committing her words to memory.

Something about that made Y/N’s pulse quicken.

Dinner progressed smoothly, discussions shifting between legal matters, research advancements, and mutual acquaintances. Y/N engaged when appropriate, but she was keenly aware of Hange’s gaze lingering on her—watchful, curious.

Eventually, the conversation turned to her studies.

“Law,” Hange mused, licking their lips. “An interesting choice.”

Y/N glanced at them with a raised brow, wiping the corners of her lips with a table napkin. “Do you find it surprising?”

Hange shook their head. “No, no. Just... telling.”

She lifted her wine glass, taking a measured sip. “Is that so?”

Hange smiled slightly. “You strike me as a woman who enjoys control.”

Y/N set her glass down with deliberate precision. “My, is that meant to be criticism?”

Hange’s lips twitched, leaning a little too close. “Merely an observation.”

Levi, who had been half-listening, exhaled tiredly. “Don’t bother, four-eyes. She won’t let you get under her skin.”

Hange hummed. “We’ll see.”

Y/N turned to them fully now, folding her hands neatly on the table. “You seem awfully interested in my temperament, Dr. Zoë.”

“Hange,” they corrected smoothly.

She inclined her head slightly. “Hange.”

They smiled. “I just find it fascinating.”

“What?”

Hange leaned forward slightly. “Your composure.”

Y/N did not react, did not shift. “You expected something else?”

Hange exhaled in amusement. “Most people your age wear their emotions on their sleeve. You, on the other hand…” They tilted their head, watching the woman closely. “You hold yourself with remarkable restraint.”

There was something about the way they said it—something teasing, but not dismissive. As though they genuinely liked that about her.

Y/N studied them for a moment before offering a polite smile, Hange's gaze flicked down to her red-tinted lips before locking eyes with her once more. “Restraint is useful. Particularly in my field.”

Hange smirked. “Is that why you chose law?”

She considered the question, then answered, “I enjoy structure.”

“Control,” Hange retorted, as though tasting the word.

She met their gaze without hesitation, not a stutter in her smooth voice. “Discipline.”

A brief flicker of something unreadable passed through their brown eyes before they leaned back, sitting in a man-spread before exhaling softly, their voice dipping lower. “Yeah?”

Y/N arched a brow. “You don’t strike me as someone who values discipline.”

Hange grinned. “Oh, I do. I just find it more fun to test it.”

Something about the way they said it—low, knowing—made the air between them shift. Levi and Erwin could feel it.

Y/N did not rise to the bait. Instead, she pried. “I imagine you get yourself into trouble often.”

Hange chuckled. “Constantly.”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Too often.”

Erwin merely observed, his lips twitching in amusement as the conversation shifted to another topic at hand.

As the evening drew to a close, Levi and Erwin took their leave first, leaving Y/N and Hange standing outside beneath the dim glow of streetlights.

The night air carried the scent of rain on the horizon, the distant hum of the city filling the silence between them. The restaurant’s golden light spilled onto the pavement, catching the sharp angles of Hange’s sculpted face, their tan skin and the glint of their glasses as they regarded her with that ever-present intrigue.

Hange stood with their hands in their coat pockets, their stance deceptively relaxed, but their eyes—sharp, perceptive—told another story. They had been watching her all night, prodding, teasing, testing.

And Y/N had met every advance with unwavering poise and elegance.

“You’re interesting, Y/N,” Hange murmured, breaking the quiet.

Y/N turned to them, her expression composed, though there was a flicker of something in her gaze—something that suggested she had been expecting that remark. “Oh?”

Hange’s lips curved slightly. “Elegant. Reserved. Precise.”

Y/N met their gaze without hesitation. “And you find that fascinating?”

“Very.”

She let a beat of silence pass before tilting her head ever so slightly. “Because it unsettles you?”

Hange blinked. Their smirk didn’t falter, but there was a pause—one that had not been there before.

Y/N pressed forward, tone measured. “You enjoy provoking people. Watching how they react, how they unravel. It gives you leverage, control. But when someone doesn’t react—when they don’t bend the way you expect—what does that leave you with?”

Hange let out a soft chuckle, shaking their head. “Oh, that’s good,” they murmured, voice laced with amusement. “That’s very good.”

Y/N wasn’t finished. “You assume composure is something to be tested. That it’s a shell, something that must crack eventually.” She took a single step forward with a click of her high heel, gaze steady as she faced Hange, looking up at their taller stature. “But what if it’s not a shell? What if it’s the foundation?”

Hange remained silent, looking down at the woman with something deeper than amusement now—something thoughtful.

Y/N allowed the corner of her lips to lift, but it wasn’t playful. It was knowing. “You look at people and see minds to dissect, weaknesses to expose. But tell me, Hange—” her voice dipped slightly, the way a blade dips before the final cut—“what happens when you’re the one under the microscope?”

Another pause.

A real one.

For the first time that night, Hange didn’t have an immediate response.

Not because they had lost the upper hand, but because they were thinking.

They were thinking hard, no other woman made them think like that before, and it made them drawn to the younger woman standing before them who stood tall and unfaltering.

It wasn't hard for Hange to get what they wanted, whether it was money, fame or— women. With their dashing looks, well built and muscular body and charming personality, women were naturally drawn to Hange.

But it was different for Y/N. She didn't let Hange get their way, didn't let their undeniable charm get to her. Instead, she challenged them. Made them think.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Hange Zoë."

Y/N took a breath, smooth and composed. Then, with a soft, almost imperceptible smile, she turned on her heel. The clicks of her heels against the pavement were measured, effortless, as she walked away, leaving Hange standing in the cool night air.

Hange exhaled, slow and deliberate, before a wide grin broke across their face, feeling blood rush up to their cheeks.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

♡ part 2? this was low-key fun and i kind of want to see where this goes ngl. lmk how you want the next part to go if ever y'all want one! :3

♡ edit: part 2 is out! :3

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THE NEIGHBOR

a/n my rly long erwin drabble/fic!! this was super self indulgent for me so i hope u like it sm!

cw: p in v, tiny bit pervy erwin, older erwin, age gap

there were two options when it came to college students: stay in a broken down dorm or stay in a slightly better, still pretty beaten up, apartment. you chose the latter, deciding eight hundred dollars was worth it for no curfews and a private bathroom. you were a freshman literature major, a full scholarship to a school eight hours outside of your home town, and you’d felt out of place in a dorm full of people you didn’t know. it took you a full day to move in and a full month to get it semi-furnished. it wasn’t big, a one bed one bath with a kitchen that was more of a glorified hallway, but it was enough space for you to be functionally comfortable in.

you’d been moving things into your bedroom when you heard it for the first time, the grunting. the walls were impossibly thin as is, but the grunting could be heard so clearly it echoed around the walls of your bedroom. you’d brushed it off at first, curious and slightly disgusted at what could be going on in room across from yours, yet you pretended it didn’t happen as you moved on with the rest of your day. when the grunting didn’t die down the next night, or the one after, or even the one after that, keeping you up with a pillow wrapped around your head, you’d started to grow angry.

what could possibly be going on that initiated groaning and every night? you’d contemplated banging on the wall, marching over there with harsh words and a “can’t a girl sleep in her own home” speech ready to go, but that wasn’t in your nature. you were pretty docile and non confrontational, taking the road of being quietly angry in your own apartment instead.

erwin wasn’t a creep. he could say that with confidence. he wasn’t a creep when he watched you move in through the peep hole of his front door, he was just curious, that’s all. his last neighbors were a family with unruly children, with a short asshole father, that beat on the walls and screamed until erwin’s head spinned, so really he was just seeing if he would be put in the same predicament. but when he saw you, in your short jean shorts and a tank top that kept rising up, he couldn’t help but be glued to his door for at least a couple hours, watching as you pulled box after box into the threshold of your apartment.

you were young, that much he could tell, with long silky hair and doe eyes that darted around as you made yourself familiar with the building. he was enamored by you, if he was completely honest with himself. but that didn’t make him a creep. and it didn’t make him a creep when he fisted himself to the thought of you that same night. it just made him a normal man with urges and you were the first pretty thing he’d seen in a while, that’s all.

when he’d pulled his cock out the night after, or the night after that, or the next nights to follow, imagining your face contorted in different forms of bliss he’d just chalked it up to the simple fact that he needed to get laid. he’d watched you a couple of times since then, a couple grocery runs and a few times watching you get back from what he assumed were classes. god you were young, a freshman maybe? erwin had to assume he was at least twenty years your senior and the thought lit a fire inside of him. erwin wasn’t a creep, but he couldn’t help how he felt everytime he looked at you.

you’d finally met your neighbor.

he was a tall blonde haired man, older, and albeit handsome. you were carrying groceries in as he was locking the door to his apartment. he was dressed in simple clothes, a pair of slacks and a button up shirt, a pair of readers hanging from his shirt pocket as he fumbled with the keys in his hands. you busied yourself with getting your groceries in, pushing heavier bag in with your foot until your startled by a deeper voice next to you.

“who are you?” he asks, watching you stoically.

you stumble back a bit at his words, taken a back by his words as you blink your big eyes at him, once, twice. “you’re new neighbor…” you drawl our like it was the most obvious thing in the world. but maybe he really didn’t know, the most of your interaction being screaming into your pillow as he grunts across the wall from you. so you smile at him, straightening yourself up holding your hand out and giving him your name.

“erwin.” he speaks back smoothly, slipping his larger calloused hand into your own. you follow your gaze from his hand to his muscular arm up to his face, before pulling your hand away from his tight grip.

“nice to meet you,” you smile at him, before nudging a bag with your foot, “i’ve gotta—“ you point towards your open apartment door and he nods in acknowledgement, “ice cream.” you sheepishly say before shuffling into your apartment, out of the corner of your eye you watch as erwin slips back into his apartment and your furrow your brows as you hear your own door slam behind you.

erwin knew it’d be today, when he saw you in a pretty summer dress with your hair curled back behind your face. he’d waited until you were almost done before slipping out and pretending to fumble with his keys as he watched you bend over to grab a bag with both hands. and like previously stated, erwin wasn’t a creep, but he couldn’t resist but looking when you bent over, your white lace catching his eye as he keeps from groaning.

“who are you?” he attempts to be as stoic as possible, back straightening up as he halts his fumbling movements.

he relished in the way your big doe eyes blinked at him, taking in what he’d said before speaking out matter of factly that you were his new neighbor. yeah, he knew that. not that you knew that he knew that. he’d done his best to keep his distance until he was ready.

he slipped his hand out to you and you accepted it with your smaller softer one and erwin almost groaned. the hand was smooth in his, manicured nails pressing into the back of his hand as he so slightly shudders, “erwin.” he speaks out.

when your hand leaves his it leaves an empty pit in his stomach, he watches as you shuffle away explaining something about ice cream and he stands there for a second before scrambling back into his apartment.

he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he leans against the door, his eyes wide as his heart beats within his chest. he didn’t know why he felt like this, a teenager in love, it’d only been a couple months and he felt himself becoming head over heels for you.

erwin wasn’t a creep, mind you.

the groaning never stopped, you almost felt like the sounds had gotten louder, now accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin roughly. when you’d met your neighbor, the older blonde gentleman, it was almost easy to forget how someone who looked so well put together was jerking themselves off in the next room every night that was until you were reminded with the groans and occasionally thump against the wall.

you kicked around in your bed, throwing a not so mild tantrum, as you whine out. “literally what the fuck.” you sigh, covering your hands over your ears and humming loudly to drown the sounds out. you swore next time you saw him you would say something.

you did in fact see him again, and soon. it was a week after your first meet, you were heading out to a college party you really weren’t all that excited to go to, dressed in a short black dress and heeled boots you ran into the man. literally almost ran into him as you sped out of your apartment and turned around to almost hit him chest to chest. “erwin— oh!” you yell out, stumbling back, almost tripping over your heels, but erwin was quick, grabbing your arm with a tight grip as he pulls you up right.

“you okay, sweet thing?” he looks at you over the readers he has perched on his nose. you fumble out an apology, nodding your head, and as you look at him you forget all over again why you were so mad at him in the first place. erwin was a handsome man, older and chiseled, and as you looked at him you felt your heart skip an unfamiliar beat. “hey? can you hear me?” he waves a hand causing you to blink up at him, was he speaking? you didn’t notice, you were to busy basically eye fucking him. god you needed to get laid.

“i’m sorry, what?” you hum out, looking up at him.

“where ya going dressed like that, hm?” he places a hand on his hip, and it makes you think of a father scolding their daughter.

“a college party.” you all but whine out, making erwin shift his weight from foot to foot. if he could tell you weren’t excited about it, he didn’t say anything.

“you look nice.” he says nonchalantly, pushing his readers down the bridge of his nose slightly, to give you a look up and down. you felt hot under his gaze, a pit deep inside of your stomach you couldn’t quite place.

“i have to—“ you’re running off again, just like last time, as erwin nods, just like last time, giving you space to squeeze by. and you do, scurrying along before turning around on your heel, “also—“ you take a breath, “i don’t mean to be rude but your groaning—“ you take another breath, “keeps me up. okay bye-bye!” you run off, embarrassed.

you knew. erwin wasn’t a creep but it made his cock shift in his pants at the thought that you could hear him jerk himself off every night.

and you, dressed in that short dress, with your tits spilling out the top, he had no inclinations in stopping anytime soon.

you stumbled through your front door, drunk and smudged makeup as you made it to your bedroom and sprawled out with a content sigh. “finally.” you groan, rolling over so your back was pressed against the plush.

the party was…a party. a place you never wanted to find yourself at and a place you never want to go again. eren drank too much and mikasa ditched you to coddle him leaving you to take shots alone and dodge jeans advances every chance he got for a couple hours. you were just glad to be back in your cold, dark, quiet— no. no. you scramble your body up as you place your ear against the wall, rolling your eyes as you hear the familiar grunting.

“i’m going to fucking kill him.” you grit out as you hear the usual skin on skin slapping. you think about to earlier, his strong grasp on your arm, the readers perched on the bridge of his nose and you shift a little as you press your ear closer to the wall. the anger shifted into something…different, and you blamed it on the alcohol as you listened to his no doubt jerk himself off. you thought back to his hooked nose and the way his blonde hair was styled to perfection, you wondered if it would be tousled and sweaty as he bent over himself with his cock in his hand. it made your legs clench together.

“shit. fuck.” you mumble out as you clumsily throw yourself onto your back, you felt so….horny. (to put it bluntly) and before you can really think straight you’re working your hand into the front of your dress. you ghost over your clit and mewl out as you listen to his grunting. you’re rubbing your clit and hushing your moans to listen to the way he groans from the other side of the wall, matching your movements with what you thought his were.

you’d came listening to him let out a strangled string of moans, clenching around nothing as you spasm around your fingers rubbing circles into your bud. when you calmed down you sighed, rubbing your eye hard with your free hand.

what the fuck had you just done?

maybe you had a crush on your neighbor.

it’d been a couple weeks since you’d drunkenly masturbated to your neighbors self pleasure. and since then it’s become a nightly occurrence for you to wind yourself down with your hands under your panties, listening to your neighbor get himself off. you felt an immense guilt for it, even though you’re not sure why you should. he was the one getting himself off first.

you sat on the ground, attempting to tighten a loose screw of a cabinet with a butter knife as you sigh. you knew you were going to have to bite the bullet and ask erwin if he had a screwdriver, but the thought left you uncomfortable, knowing what you had been doing every night to the sounds of him. yet you still drag yourself off the ground, taking a shaky breath as you walk into the hall. his door seemed daunting, like a world you didn’t know if you were ready to immerse yourself into. you took another deep breath before knocking, waiting a minute, and then another, almost turning around and giving up before the door swings open.

“hi sweetheart,” he hums out, looking down at you, “what can i do for you?”

you falter a bit, taking a step back to take him in fully. you look up at him, trying to find the words to say, but all you can remember are the sins you committed every night, hand between your legs as you mewl out. “i uh—“ you take a breath, recollecting your thoughts, “yeah— fo you have a screwdriver? i need screwed— i mean i have a cabinet it needs—“

“let me grab my stuff i’ll meet you over there.” he laughs, walking towards his hall closet.

“no you don’t have too i just need the to—“

erwin interrupts you with a wave of his hand, pulling the tools down, “nonsense it’ll take five minutes.”

he’s following you into your apartment, closing the door behind you as you shake like a dog. it felt so intimate, having him here in your space. he was close to you as you bent down to show him that the cabinet was in fact wobbly and he hummed in acknowledgement.

“you really didn’t have to.” you mumble out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“already here, doll.” he bends down, and who are you to not take a peak at the way his face concentrates as he tightens the screw, he was handsome. handsome but so much older. it wasn’t right, he had to at least be early forties and it was inappropriate to have a crush on a man so much older, to do someone of the things you’ve done. but still you felt that familiar feeling stir in your stomach.

it didn’t take him long at all in fact, he was done in no time, straightening himself up with a kind smile. “is that all you need?”

“…yea.” you hesitated, why did you hesitate? that is all you needed, and now he was free to go. he should go, back to his apartment, away from you. why didn’t you want him too?

“are you sure?” he asks, reading right through you, making you shift your weight. you wanted him to stay, wanted to find a way to get him to linger a little longer in your apartment.

“do you want coffee?” you ask abruptly, twisting a ring around your hand nervously.

“it’s nine o’clock at night, sweetheart.” he spoke, pointing towards the oven clock. “tryna keep me around?” he smirks, hand on his hip as your eyes widen. what were you to say to that, if it were a yes what would happen then? would he stay? would he be weirded out? if you were to say no you were sure to lose him.

“yeah.” you breathe out before you could overthink it.

“good.” he smiles, its wide and reassuring and it makes the panic inside of you settle. “who don’t i get some wine, hm? stay right here.”

as he scurries away into his apartment, you listen, staying in your spot as you bite down on your lip. he was coming over? you were to drink with him and he was coming over? was this too much? you barely knew him, you found yourself borderline creepy for having a crush on him when you’d met him twice before, the extent of your interaction after that behind getting off to his sounds through a wall. and now he was coming over here to what, drunk with you? before you could overthink he waltzes back into your apartment, sliding a wine glass into your hand and pouring something red and expensive looking.

“just getting to know the neighbor, relax.” he smiles, placing a hand on your head before walking to the couch. it eases you a bit as you follow him, sitting with enough distance away that another person could wedge themselves in if they wanted too. “are you in school?”

“yeah. literature.” you nod, taking a sip of your wine.

erwin’s eyes light up and before you know it you’re in a comfortable conversation about classic authors. erwin was insanely bright, but you suppose that comes with age. age. something he had on you by twenty years. it made your legs close together, it made you feel guilty.

after an hour you both were sufficiently drunk, your topics had jumped from classic authors to erwin’s job (an architect) to smaller bursts of random things. you’d both inched closer to each other until your knees crashed together, but at this point you didn’t mind. “you know—“ you say, a new confidence found, “i still hear you every night.”

erwin blinks, once, twice, before breaking out into a big smile. you didn’t know why he smiled, expecting a bashful embarrassed look, over the cocky one he has sprawled across his face right now. “i know.”

“you know?” you scoff, pushing his shoulder, “and you didn’t stop?”

“not when you were enjoying it so much.” oh. he knew. fuck, of course he knew. why wouldn’t he, the walls are thin, why didn’t you ever fucking think of that. if you could hear him then surely he could hear you. “don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.” he places a comforting touch to your knee, smiles at you sweetly and you drunkenly lean into his touch, “really helped me get…there. if you know what i mean.”

“yeah.” you shudder, the though of him jerking off too much for you to imagine.

“don’t be shy now doll.” his smile turns into a cock smirk as he leans back into the couch, wrapping his arm around the back of the couch. it’s then you notice the tent in his pants and you dig your nails into the cushion of the couch.

“you’re hard.” you state, eyeing his hard cock through his sweats, face flushed.

“i am.” he smiles sweetly at you, rubbing his hand down his leg.

this was all happening too much, and honestly it was not okay in any sober standpoint, but you were drunk and hazy as all you could do was eye the tent in his sweats. “you’re older then me.” you slur out.

“okay?” he laughs, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“it’s inappropriate.”

“you’re an adult.” he cocks his head to the side, taking a sip of his wine as he looks you up and down hungrily.

“barely.” you squeak out, moving up to look at his face. his eyes were darkened in lust, he looked like he was ready to eat you whole.

“even better.” he quips out, splaying his knee out so it knocks with yours again.

everything was sending you into overdrive, the alcohol, the look in his eyes, his cock begging to burst out of his pants. you were past the point of just drunk, but you don’t think you can blame the alcohol as your core pulses. “do you want to fuck me, angel?” he laughs and it sounds borderline degrading as it leaves his mouth.

“no.” yes. you were a liar, a huge fucking liar, as the thought of fucking your neighbor made your head spin. and he saw right through it too, laughing out as he called you exactly what you were. a liar.

“c’mere.” he pats his lap and against your better judgement your scooting that way, basically crawling as you had set your wine glass down on the coffee table. you crawl over his body and you feel hot as tour one leg is placed on the floor and the other is pressed against the outer side of one of his. your hands are pressed against the back of the couch as you lean over him, face close to his as you let in a shaky breath.

erwin’s face was so close to yours, you could smell the mint and wine wafting off of his breath as he slowly looks up into your eyes. “tell me you want this. tell me you want me.” he speaks out and it makes you shudder.

“i….want you.” you breathe out and he’s leaning up and smushing his lips into yours roughly. he’s on you in a second, lips rough against your own and as his arms pull you close. your sitting on his lap and you can feel his hard cock pressing against your chest.

“erwin,” you whine against his lips, grabbing his shirt between your fists as he coos.

“patience, sweet thing.” he hums, readjusting you so you’re sitting fully in his lap as he places kisses down the corridor of your neck. you’re mewling above him, pushing back the panic of everything happening so quickly. he’s running his hands down the expanse of your back as you whine above him, begging for any sort of friction to satisfy the building tension between your legs. “i’ll take care of ya, don’t fret, angel.”

he brings a hand up and thumbs your nipple over your shirt making you gasp his name out. erwin is reveling in it, his hand hadn’t been doing it for him, not since day one. and you’re mewls from touching yourself got him by, barely. but this— this was going to make him immediately cum if he wasn’t careful. he ran his thumb over your clothed nipple again, then once more, making you whine out loudly. erwin runs a hand under your shirt, under your bra, until he makes contact your breast and it makes you nearly push yourself away.

he rolls your nipple between his fingers and you let out a broken moan from above him, rolling your hips as he tuts and stills your movement with his free hand. “you’ve gotta learn patience, i’m going to have to teach you that, needy thing.” the thought of teaching you anything makes your hips try to roll once again, met with resistance from erwin’s larger hand. he takes his time with you, tweaking each nipple, twirling them around between expert fingers and he’s close to working you to edge with just nipple stimulation.

you’re getting overwhelmed, big fat tears spilling from your eyes as you beg him for more, for anything.

“think you deserved it, pretty? deserve my cock?” you whine and nod, your head leaned into the crevice of his neck as you place shaky kisses against him. he pulls your shirt up suddenly, pushing your bra up with it, and your nipples become rock hard at the brisk air of your apartment.

“erwin please, please.” you cry out. erwin has this shit eating grin on his face, like he has you exactly where he wants you and you’re reminded of his age again. at how much more experienced he probably is, and it makes a shudder run down your spine.

“what’s got you shakin like that, babydoll?” he leans forward, attaching his lip to your nipple making your back arch, chest pressed against his swollen pink lips.

“y-you.” you whine out as he nips at your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bun and he hums in response. the hum only making you shudder more, the pleasure shooting right to your core.

“don’t you forget it.” he coos, moving to your other nipple doing the same — biting and swirling his tongue around. you were desperate for any kind of attention to your cunt, at this point. tears leaking from your flushed face as he moans against your breast. “i hear you baby, i hear you. here—“ he slips a hand in your sweats and moans when he comes in contact with your bare cunt. “no panties? filthy thing.” he laughs, thumbing at your clit making you almost cry out a thank you.

erwin rubs slow, teasing circles around your clit as he sucks your nipple and pulls back with a loud pop! you’re a mewling overwhelmed mess as you attempt to move his hand closer to your clenching hole. “don’t be a brat now. you’ll take what i give when i give it.” he scolds, pulling his hand away from you completely causing you to cry out. erwin’s lifting you up with one hand then, working you to the side as he uses his other hand to pull his sweats and underwear down. erwin’s large cock springs out and hits against his chest and you’re eyes go wide. erwin was big, more then a handful of inches and thick. his cock curved toward him and it made you shiver thinking of the spots he could reach.

“betcha wanna sit on it, hm? you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he says condescendingly, laughing a bit at the way you sniffle and nod your head. “gotta touch it first baby, get me ready to take you.” he says it like he’s the one who needs to be worked up, and you bite your lip thinking about how you were going to for all of him inside of you eventually. you reach out and stroke his cock, your face flushed and wet tears cover your cheeks as you begin to stroke him up and down. erwin lets out a loud groan, loud enough that you were sure any neighbor around could hear. but you learned a while ago he didn’t care about things like that. “god baby, i’ve been thinkin about you touchin’ me for months.” he speaks through gritted teeth as you stroke him at a steady pace.

he moans and wriggles underneath you as you stroke him and after a few minutes he pulls your hand away telling you to hover above him. you’re ecstatic, to say the least, as you line yourself up with his cock. he has a tight grip on your hips, helping you line yourself up, and when you try to sink down he stops you, keeping you stilled there above him. “beg for it.” he smirks, giving you a lust filled expression as he leans back against the couch lazily.

well…that’s embarrassing. beg for it? really? you wondered if you had too, if you just stayed silent for long enough he’d give in work his cock into you. but he doesn’t seem like the type. so you bite your lip before opening your mouth— “erwin,” you whine, gripping his shoulders as you look at him with a tearful expression, “need this so bad. need you so bad. please, please.” you cry out, trying to wiggle your hips down on his cock. “let me make you feel good.”

that was all he needed before he’s sinking you down on him and you gasp, sinking your nails into his shoulder blades. a wonton moan leaves your body as you throw your head back, the feeling of erwin filling you up almost being too much. “erwin!” you yelp as he has half of himself inside of you.

“shhh…not even close to bein done sweet thing,” he shushes you working you down even farther. eventually you’ve taken him fully, your cunt forming itself around him and you mewl babbling on about filling too full. “you wanted this, girl. not used to bein fucked by a man, huh?” he smirks, picking your hips up before dropping them down on his cock. the movement causing you to yell out, throwing your body against his as he does it once more.

“don’t—“ you whine into his neck, biting down on the flesh, “tease. just fuck me.” you cry.

erwin wastes no time, picking your hips up and slamming you on his cock roughly a few times. everytime he hits your g spot it makes you crane your spine back, head thrown back and he swears if he looks hard enough he could see stars in your eyes. he begins a steady pace of fucking you on his cock and in just a few short minutes you’re both panting and he’s groaning so animalistically it’s egging your own moans on.

his cock is big inside of you, hitting you in all the places it should plus a few you didn’t even realize were there and it makes you cry in pleasure. he’s got one hand on your hip and the other tangled in your hair keeping your eyes locked on his as he rolls his hips up to match the pace he’s got you bouncing. you’re overcome with pleasure, and you can feel that familiar coil in your stomach. “i’m gna—“ you whine out and you can feel how erwin’s hips falter.

“yeah? me too baby. let’s do it together.” he’s fucking up into you fast, sloppy thrusts as you bounce on him. before you know it your eyes glaze over and your body’s shaking. your cunt is convulsing around him, working him to his high until he’s cumming in you. you’re both cumming hard, erwin’s basically growling as you milk his cock and you’re crying out as you feel his seed work itself deep inside you. if you weren’t on birth control he sure would’ve got you pregnant.

once your highs die down erwin keeps you nestled on his softening cock, placing a kiss against your temple as he pumps a few more times to make sure his cum is deep inside of you. “thank god you moved in, hm?” he laughs.

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