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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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anon: do you think any of the omegas could be pregnant without knowing they're pregnant?

a/n: I had to look up whether this was a thing, turns out there's something called "cryptic pregnancy" where you don't know you're pregnant for at least half of the pregnancy. And certainly anyone can be pregnant for shorter periods of time without knowing about it, but this is the route I went.

Which Omegas who are most likely to have a cryptic pregnancy:

The ones most likely are those who are least attentive to their bodies, and those who often ignore symptoms

Suguru Muriel Erwin

Also:

Asra Yuta Haku Alucard

c/w: mpreg, pregnancy talk, varying levels of anxiety from the parties involved, mentions of oral sex and painful sex

Suguru

Even Monkeys Fall From Trees

Click

Clack

Suguru was standing in front of you with a turbulent expression in his eyes.

The pen in your hand was a baton you waved around, looking into your mate's eyes. "Yes?"

Clack

Normally you might tease him a little about the stubborn, pinched look about him, but you looked down at the things he was throwing on your desk.

Click clatter

Two more long sticks of plastic with a distinctive shape were tossed before your eyes. They hit one of the ones on the table already and flipped it over like a menko piece.

You looked back up at him, eyes wide. Two more sticks were clenched in his fist.

"How many of these did you take?"

Your chair scraped against the ground. With trembling fingers, you picked up one of the tests and then put it back down. You picked up another and then another.

How was this possible?

You came around the desk to Suguru's side and took the last two tests from his hand.

"This one isn't--"

"It's seven out of eight," Suguru said. "I've been doing them for a week. The evidence is pretty strong that it is."

"We've been so careful," you whispered, half to yourself.

Suguru's hand flexed as though he wanted to place it over his belly but couldn't bring himself to do so.

"What made you test it? You've been more tired lately, but you don't look very different."

He hesitated and then plucked one of the tests from the table. Two violet lines filled the result window.

"I felt something move."

You felt lightheaded. "Suguru, that's--"

He just looked at you from underneath his long dark lashes, golden gaze molten.

He'd missed his last heat, but they had become less regular as stress and curses piled up so neither of you had thought anything particular about it. There had been that brief bout of what you both had thought was stomach flu after he went to Kanagawa about four months ago.

"How far along are you?"

"I don't know."

Muriel

Animal Instinct

It was only exhaustion that kept you from running down the forest paths to Muriel's hut. Five months had been long enough, no need to start off your reunion with your omega by face-planting in the the dirt or breaking your ankle.

He had sent Inanna with you and she also panted at your side. She would trot ahead and wait for you, or disappear only to slink back to your side and press her wet nose to your palm.

"I know, we're almost home."

Inanna gave an answering growl, low and friendly, and pressed against your leg before pulling away again.

The hut came into view all at once through a gap in the trees and your heart leapt at the thought of Muriel, of home.

Inanna gave a high pitched yelping back and the door was open, Muriel ducking through it, before you even made it past the protective charms.

Your omega caught you up in his arms, lifted you like you weighed nothing, drew you to him and buried his face in your neck. He kissed you and when he looked at you, his eyes were unguarded.

Despite your long absence, it did not take long to get settled back in. The shop was kept in its usual organized chaos, the hut in its close warmth. A few more trinkets went up on the carved shelves, and Muriel was shoving an awful lot of blankets to your side of the bed whenever you laid down to read or take a nap, but things were gradually descending into the ordered chaos of being back where you belonged.

Except Inanna wouldn't sit still.

Usually she sat by the fire or crept about in the brush, ears always angled towards Muriel or you. Content to be close, but comfortable to be far. Even though she was a familiar, she was still an animal, and you'd expected it to take a few days for her to be comfortable being much distance from Muriel.

It was much longer than days, and she's not comfortable with any distance at all.

She wines and paws at Muriel and she's giving you reproachful almost like she did when you first arrived at the clearing. She keeps bringing carefully killed game to the hut and won't leave you alone until you cook it up, and unless Muriel eats some, she won't touch it. When you trace the line of hair leading down Muriel's belly, she barks, high and sharp, and then sulks something terrible when you both start to fuss over her.

You're at the shop for tea and mention it to Asra when you're coaxing the fire salamander awake.

"It's very odd behavior for her, although Muriel's being a good sport about it. He never minds it, but it's making me worry if there's going to be an earthquake or something. Have Malak or Faust been acting oddly?"

Asra shook his head. "Nothing here. Although, Malak's not really the best indicator of danger."

That made you laugh, remembering the catastrophic squawking you'd briefly heard from him during Lucio's coup.

"It's not the hut. We checked for termites and patrolled the forest, and everything's as safe as it gets out there."

"Are either of you feeling under the weather?" Asra gathered the mugs onto a tray and shooed you up the stairs to the rooftop with the kettle in your hand.

"I don't think so? At least I feel fine and she wasn't like this when we were traveling. Maybe we should check Muriel though."

"Check what?" he asked, handing you and then Asra out of the steep staircase and into the garden. From this high across a good portion of the neighborhood was visible before buildings started to get tall again.

"Are you feeling okay? You hardly ever tell me if you're sick. Asra thought maybe Inanna could tell something we couldn't."

Muriel looked at where the familiar in question was laying her head on her paws, watching him closely.

"I'm feeling fine, I think," he said.

Muriel and Asra exchanged one of their silent looks over your head when you started to arrange the tea tray. Asra began tracing a sigil in the air, purple and white sparks falling into place and casting their light over your mate.

It was several long moments before the diagnostic spell was complete and several more as Asra's magic gently inquired into the state of Muriel's body.

You saw it, the moment Asra's eyes went wide.

"What is it?"

"Are you sure that you've been feeling alright? No nausea, dizziness? Heaviness, maybe?"

"Asra, what's going on?" The fading but ever present fear of the plague or something like it propelled you from your chair, a hand going to your mate's shoulder.

Muriel looked up at his old friend warily and reached up to place his warm hand on yours. "Nothing that seemed out of place. Is there something that worries you?"

Asra laughed, light and joyful. "No, Muriel. We're going to be very busy in the next few months, but I'm not worried. How could I be when I'm going to be a godfather?"

You and Muriel looked at one another with matching shock.

Erwin

Whippoorwill (includes nsft)

*the world map of snk is apparently our world map turned upside down and backwards, which... makes Paradis island into Madacascar -_- but almost like England weather wise. I think it's a coward's move to assume Paradis is northern hemisphere, so I hc that just as things are "reversed" in the Arcana setting, the same is true here

Spending a sabbatical in a 1500 year old villa was not what you had expected when you had sealed your bond with Erwin. It was, however, a very nice perk.

With a cup of something warm on the table, a stack of papers to read, a fragrant breeze, and your mate, shirtless and lightly glistening with the evidence of his morning exertions jogging in the direction of your balcony, it was perfect.

You put down your papers and leaned your head on the railing, shamelessly ogling. He'd left before you were properly awake when the morning was still dim so you hadn't seen him leave, which seemed a great oversight. Your mate was shirtless and wearing a pair of those fancy exercise pants he liked, which were thin enough to cling to every muscular contour of his shapely thighs.

He'd been somewhat sensitive to the warmer northern summers and taken to wearing linens or simply less whenever he could. Not that you were complaining.

Being at the villa also seemed to be doing something to his libido. You decided to worship your mate's strong shoulders and delectable behind the next time, which you did not expect to be long in coming.

"You're drooling," a voice said.

Erwin's friend dropped onto one of the deck chairs, rubbing the dome of his stomach. Levi and his Alpha had joined you two for a much needed break a few days ago, and you were a little concerned that they were going have the baby while on holiday.

You looked at him, amused. "Isn't that my right?"

Erwin was coming up the stairs, pulling the towel you'd set on the railing over his shoulders.

"Beautiful omega," you crooned in his direction, smirking at Levi's disgusted scoff.

Erwin bent to press his lips to yours, his hand on the back of your neck.

You hummed into it, smiling. His scent was thick around you, his skin radiating warmth. Forget waiting for him to initiate. You must just ask yourself if you could take him for a little tumble before he showered.

Levi's alpha emerged on the terrace with a pair of porcelain cups and just smirked knowingly as you tugged Erwin through the door with you. The sound of their conversation with Levi faded quickly into the background.

"Should we try for one?" you murmured, padding with your mate across the cool tile towards your room. You'd talked about it before, but the interaction with Levi had put the image of Erwin with his toned stomach rounding out with your child in your mind. You knew pregnancy came with hardships, but the image had you suddenly looking forward to it.

Erwin's hand radiated warmth in yours, keeping the chill away, and you were already imagining that shared heat in bed.

"Why not?" Erwin's ice blue eyes were entirely focused on you. It pulled shivers up and down your spine.

You pulled your fingers through his hair. Strands were already falling onto his forehead after his run. It never failed to entice you, seeing him undone.

He pulled you towards the bed falling back onto it when his knees hit the edge. You could smell his arousal as he spread his legs and leaned back, smiling at the ceiling. You tugged on the cuffs of his pants as he refused to help, dragging them down until you could pull them off entirely and throw them onto a nearby chair.

Erwin propped one leg up, exposing his hole, already glistening with slick, but you took your time, pressing your lips to his knee and the inside of his thigh until his burning gaze threatened to consume you.

Still you skipped over where he clearly wanted you, pinning his body below yours and making no effort to direct the prod of your cock.

"Ask me," you said the words low in your chest voice, rumbling and teasing, catching his lips in a kiss.

You leaned over him, pressing your palms on either side of him. His hands came up to your sides, fingers rubbing circles into your hips as you began sucking marks down his chest. He groaned as you hit a particularly sensitive spot below his left nipple and you sucked harder, intending for the mark to bruise, and feeling rewarded by the new wave of arousal that wafted up.

You slid back down until your knees were on the floor, fingers digging into Erwin's hips. He shivered beautifully when you licked from the lowest edge of his hole to the tip of his flushed cock. You teased the edges of him with your fingers, while you sucked the tip of him, pulling him ever so slowly into your mouth, eyes flickering up to see his head fall back against the mattress.

You fingers went in easily, two at once, sliding into him and stroking gently at his walls. You hollowed your cheeks and swallowed him in deeper and moved your fingers until you were pressing upwards in time with the movements of your mouth.

A long drawn-out moan was your reward, as well as your omega reaching for your hand, which you happily provided, twining your fingers together and groaning your name.

"Do it. Let's do it. Let's have a baby."

You'd been together for years now and you knew what he liked, what could make him pant with pleasure, as when you flexed your wrist and pressed your fingers more fully inside of him, or when you growled around his cock, the vibrations moving through him.

You also knew when the sound he made was not a gasp of pleasure but of pain. Immediately you eased off of his cock and stopped moving your fingers. He was clenching tight around you, but his teeth were gritted and your mate was breathing carefully through his nose.

"Sorry," you murmured, rubbing circles on his abdomen to try and ease the cramps. "You're okay."

He made another pained sound when you tried to pull out, "Wait."

"Of course." You made soothing noises low in your chest, crooning meant to calm an omega and massaged Erwin's lower belly.

The flush was quickly leaving his cheeks and soon you were able to pull your hand free of him.

Erwin gave a murmured assent when you asked if he was alright if you helped clean him up. You rinsed off your own hand and quickly brought a soft warm cloth to your mate. The cramping seemed to have passed as you carefully swiped the cloth over his hole and then his cock, but you still placed another warmed towel over his stomach while you finished cleaning up.

He was sitting at the headboard, propped up on the pillows there when you returned. He turned and pressed his forehead to your breastbone when you settled in beside him, fingers carding through his sweat-dampened hair.

"Sorry."

"It's nothing for you to apologize for," you assured him.

"Let's try again some other time," he said quietly. "Maybe during my heat it won't be so bad."

"It shouldn't hurt at all," you reminded him.

"Hmm." He turned his body and drew his knees up so he was curled next to your body.

"When is your next heat? We should see someone before then."

There was a heavy pause. The cramps had been happening sporadically for a little more than a month now, and you'd been pushing Erwin to see a doctor. He'd wanted to wait until after the move to the villa, and then until things became less busy, and then until after his friends had visited, but it had been something you'd kept a worried eye on.

"I'm late," he finally admitted. "It was supposed to happen last week, before we had visitors."

"Darling, why didn't you say anything?"

"It happens somtimes, with omegas" he said patiently. "It's not a big deal."

You nuzzled into the top of his head. All you could do was trust him.

"Do you think you could eat something?" you asked, after a moment. "I know not everything has entirely agreed with you, but you did go for a run this morning."

"In a bit," he said, pulling you closer.

You scented him gently, running your hands up and down over his shoulders and his side. He made an irritated sound and you felt the sudden tightness in his back as another cramp rippled through your mate.

You massaged it out the best you could, pressing the heel of your palm into his lower back and rubbing more gently over the hard planes of his stomach.

You didn't know what was going on, but it worried you.

*unfortunately, like a lot of people i find reference photos on pinterest. disclaimer, i do not own these pictures, i also do not know who does or where they come from (with exception for Muriel's being an in-game postcard). If you need me to take down the photos because you own them or the style inconsistency is driving you as nuts as its driving me, please message me and I will do so.

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lucysarah-c · 5 months

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Not in season? Pt. 2

Part 1!! Author note:: I've had this idea for so long… Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. I'm self-conscious about my smut, so… practice makes perfect. That's it. In case I forget any warning or tag, feel free to remind me. Pairing: Levi x fem! reader. Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Levi Ackerman, Top Levi Ackerman, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Knotting, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Breeding, Forced breeding, Biting, Breeding Kink, dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Forced Pregnancy, Unsafe Sex, Nurse reader, Alpha Levi x Omega reader, Captain Levi Ackerma, Captain Levi x Nurse Reader, Dirty talk, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha Hange Zoë, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Erwin Smith, Alpha Eren Yeager, Alpha Jean Kirstein, Alpha Mikasa Ackerman. Omegaverse. Word count: 10.8k You had been warned lmao

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Time—time was needed, whether it be a refreshing shower or a bucket of snow from outside the building thrown at him. Anything that could pull any part of his consciousness back to work. As her lips moved and the sounds of her mouth echoed softly, his mind wondered if she was truly awake or if it was unconscious spasms. He sat on the mattress, eyes fixed on her features, waiting, expecting anything.

Carefully and delicately, he crawled out of bed, like a mother leaving a baby in a room without waking it up. When his feet touched the floor, he almost tripped on something. His eyes surveyed the mess, and he fought every inch of his body not to go on a cleaning rampage. The only reason stopping him? She moved, flexing one leg up for more comfort, and he swore he didn’t mean to stare. His attention moving on its own over her body, focusing on the mating mark—his mating mark—most impressively, his own release between her legs.

Pulsations in his head, frowning as the pain appeared. That was the reason stopping him from tidying up the room, each breath triggering demands like “one more” and “just one more... to be sure.” He needed to scratch every skin cell with bleach if necessary, with the coldest water and the sharpest brush. Her scent, the aphrodisiac almost cloying aroma her body expelled, clouded his judgment. He picked up the crumpled sheets at the edge of the bed to gently cover her frame.

So that was exactly what he did—locked the door, turned on the rushing water without waiting for it to warm up, and jumped straight in. Regrets filled his mind; he had never behaved this way before. Alphas unable to control themselves, using heats or ruts as excuses, were something he despised. Perhaps even more than he hated MPs. The consequences were obvious; he had claimed her. Between Alphas and Omegas, a claiming mark was more powerful than any wedding ring.

‘What if...’ his consciousness brought up once again as he quickly tidied up his appearance. Dark locks swayed as he shook his head forcefully, erasing the thought. ‘We will cross that bridge when we get there.’ Once rational thoughts replaced the arousal haze, anxiety kicked in. It felt loud inside his head, too many worries in such a small period. He wasn’t sure what was worse at this rate.

Blessing any existing god out there, his bathroom and the drawers with clothes were tidied up enough to find objects quickly. The dips of his hair dripped water almost everywhere. On other occasions, he would have waited until it dried a bit before anything else, but his mind was clouded with one priority—being in the room when she woke up. The idea of her waking up alone in his twisted sheets and undone bed, feeling used or discarded, was like a stab to his own morality.

Heavy with water, hair fell into his face. He pushed it backward as his hand ran through his locks while searching for a shirt to wear. A pair of sweatpants was on, and this time, he was wearing underwear—the first garment he put on as the idea of his nudity made him uneasy. The Captain tried to put the uniform on, perhaps to finally go back to work after so many days, but he felt sensitive in places that would probably make him ashamed to confess. Tight white jeans were the last thing he desired right now.

Gripping the edges of a simple white shirt to push it over his head, turning around and resting on the chest of drawers as he did. Pushing down the fabric, only to find two half-lidded eyes looking at him. Frozen in place, as if he waited for the bullet to pierce through his forehead. Slow blinks as he noticed her trying to gulp, her eyes focusing on him. On other occasions, he might consider how endearing and sexually appealing she looked while sleepily laying on her side, with the sheet sticking to the curve of her waist. Suddenly, the edge of the sheet was pushed upwards, clinging to her body as she sat down erratically.

‘Here we go,’ mentally preparing himself.

“Levi?!” The confusion in her tone, the desperation in her eyes judging him across the room. “What- What happened? What is this?!”

His lips parted softly as if he gathered what he could possibly answer. Her feet became exposed as she kept tugging on the sheet to cover her body. “Where are my clothes?”

“I—” Levi murmured, his voice sounding rough and raspy as he hadn’t spoken for a good couple of hours while his eyes searched on the floor for any piece of garment that didn’t belong to him. “I don’t know.”

“What time is it? What day is it? How—”

“Look,” one of his hands raised as the other gripped the edge of the furniture behind him, grounding him to reality. “I’ve as much information as you.”

A hiss of pain pierced through the room as she frowned deeply. Her hands instinctively reaching backward to her nape as the other tightly gripped the sheet against her chest. Confusion palpable in her face as, with drawn-together eyebrows and parted lips, she admired leftover blood in her hand from a wound that was probably repeated over the past few days.

“You... you marked me?” her voice sounded distant. “But... I’m a beta.”

Quick was him to add, “Yes, about that,” as if this was the only question on an exam’s sheet that he knew and was eager to answer. “No.”

Her accusing eyes were back on him, not looking very pleased. “What do you mean? I’m 24 years old, I can’t present now. I’m a beta.”

“Yeah,” he repeated this time less sure, “No…”

She scoffed, offended that he doubted her word. “You’re saying you know more than me about myself? Than doctors? Than my own enlistment sheet?”

Levi clicked his tongue and softly shook his head, “I ain’t no doctor, I’m just stating the shitty facts I got, and those are that alphas can’t claim betas,” his words seemed heavy with the weight of his own thoughts. “And betas don’t trigger a fucking rut of days into me. You got both.”

His lips pursed together, head tilted downwards, and looking to his right. Being subtle and diplomatic with his words wasn’t what he was known for, and therefore he was trying his best to control his sharp tongue. She seemed obviously confused and scared. Society had certain implicit rules and expectations learned after presentation that Alphas and Omegas learned across the way as they grew. Himself had taught Eren when he presented that the brat couldn’t go around baring teeth and sniffing around if there was an Omega, to get a hold of their instincts. Couldn’t even imagine how it felt to find out about it so late in life.

“Are you implying this was my fault?” Her eyes appeared reflective, and he hated that.

“No, that ain’t what I said,” He quickly restored, involuntarily getting defensive. “Look, let’s—” his right hand raised once again trying to get his point across. Now presented, he could perceive her uneasiness in the air.

“Don’t you dare to tell me to calm down,” the way she spat each word and the anger in her tone caught him off guard.

His unwillingness to add to the issue made the hand that was reaching out softly switch to the right, pointing to the door as he spoke. “Let’s take a shower,” he rearranged his statement, “I bet the water warmed up already. Why don’t you take a shower while I clean this pigsty?”

While the uneasiness in the room lingered as the stale air, the hostile undertones seemed to withdraw slowly as her attention focused on the bedroom’s floor, allowing Levi a moment of freedom from her demanding glance. “I— I’ve nothing to wear when I come out.”

As the soldier he was, ready to break from the shock and jump into the battlefield, it snapped him. Turning around to quickly gather the first pieces of garments he could find and handing them back to her. “There are towels in the bathroom.”

Y/N grabbed the pile of clothes and carefully put her feet back on the floor as she descended the bed, taking the sheet with her as if it could provide any sort of protection. Once the door was shut close, Levi let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It hadn’t been easier than he anticipated. In reality, he had anticipated nothing, so her not snapping him across the face was already a win.

Though he dedicated himself to picking up the remaining food and belongings scattered on the floor, the bitten loaves of bread, now growing mold, made him grimace uneasily and blush slightly in shame. Images of him hastily consuming the food until crawling back to bed played in his mind. Being reduced to such an animalistic state brewed a self-absorbed shame that was hard to explain. Perhaps it felt akin to the last time he had experienced a rut, despite not being with an omega—back in his early to mid-twenties, nearly a decade ago. The closest feeling that mirrored his shame was as if he had regressed to bedwetting or, more accurately, having to wash sheets after a wet dream. While it was natural for alphas to suffer ruts twice a year upon reaching adulthood, the years without them left him feeling wrong.

Opening the window, he noticed the early morning glow in the sky. Inhaling fresh breaths, he felt a chill like sinking into frozen water. Both the office and bedroom windows were open, creating an airflow. Finally, out of his bedroom, he surveyed his suspiciously tidy office. Despite his hazy state, he seemed to have confined himself to lurking in his bedroom. A thin layer of dust, perceptible only to him, hinted that more days had passed than he anticipated. "There you are," he murmured, his eyes fixed on two pieces of clothing strewn on the floor—a nightgown and a cardigan. Picking them up, he folded them together.

The sound of the bathroom door's knob opening caught his attention. Instead of leading to the bedroom, she emerged from the entrance that connected to the office. Uncertain, he stood still as her presence appeared again, holding folded bedsheets in her arms. The grey trousers and black turtleneck sweater she wore belonged to him. Their eyes met again; she seemed not to expect this encounter.

"Uhm... I'm going to my room," she muttered, avoiding eye contact. "Your sheets."

Levi extended his hand to accept her offer and handed her the folded clothes. He tried to engage the part of his brain responsible for social interaction to come up with an appropriate response. She took her clothes, mumbled a "Thank you," and left. Standing there, looking at the closed door, he felt confused, ashamed, and doubtful. Should he have said something? Done something? Well, in his mind, he had done enough—more than enough.

‘Perhaps she needs time,’ he tried to rationalize the situation, but the painful short stabs in his body were something he wasn’t used to. His body wasn’t happy that he had let go of his mate, his perhaps pregnant mate. Instincts demanded once again; she may be carrying his offspring, and he just let her go—undefended, unprotected, to God knows where! ‘I know where, to her shitty room,’ he muttered under his breath as he argued against himself.

Slender fingers scratched the back of his head, searching for mental peace. The growl of his stomach gave him an answer to the roaming question in his mind—what to do now? Search for food, apparently. The coldness of the air coming through the open windows made him shiver; feeling something other than scorching heat was refreshing. The walk of shame down the halls to the higher-ups' kitchen was reduced slightly by the early hours and its lack of people around. Continually sighing while thinking that anything inside the kitchen would be devoured. If it was from anyone else, he would apologize later; right now, he felt as if he had gone out and gotten pissed drunk the night before—overwhelmingly starving.

“Well well well, look who finally came out from his bunker,”

Levi did a quick side-eye contact as he bit on a piece of bread with cheese on top while he cooked himself breakfast, unable to wait until the actual meal was finished. Groaning an acknowledging reply to Hange as he had his mouth full.

“If it wasn’t for the very loud awkward noises that came from your room, I would have declared you dead already,” the mischievous smile was even perceptible in their tone as they wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulders.

“I’m not in the mood, four eyes,” the captain muttered once he had swallowed the food.

“Unbelievable, you are the lucky bastard who had been getting laid for almost twelve days straight, and you’re in a bad mood?! Nothing can make you stop being grumpy, isn’t it?” Hange said clearly entertained, but their words made Levi’s eyes sparkle.

“Twelve days? What day is it?”

Hange began to chuckle before replying, “18th of November. You owe me one; I had been training your squad and doing your paperwork for two weeks.”

Uneasy groans of complaint echoed in the small kitchen as he stirred around the eggs with the bacon. His deadly eyes met the other squad leader, “Owe you? You should have kept everyone out of my room! You realize what I’ve just done?”

Hange raised both of their hands in the air, “Wow wow, slow down! How is this my fault?” Their loud complaints were quick to arrive as Levi muttered bitter replies under his breath, “How was I supposed to know she was an omega? And even if I found out, you would have ripped my arms off just for the sake of mating with her.”

“Yeah... you’re fucking right, goddamned it,” Levi accepted it resigned.

“Where's your baby girl?” Hange’s cheeky personality was quick to return. “Making breakfast for your wifey?”

“Don’t call her that,” Levi spit out, “In her room, she left.”

It was the squad leader’s time to groan uneasily, “You let your newly presented and bonded mate leave? And you call yourself a high breed Alpha?”

If it was even possible, Levi frowned more deeply. “What was I supposed to do?” he dragged the words as he muttered them under his breath, putting his breakfast out of the pan. “Kidnap her in my room?”

Hange, who grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate to eat, owned a tired dead gaze from Levi, only to see him roll his eyes as the squad leader complained about it burning their fingers and being hot while they tried to eat it anyway. “Well,” they chuckled with their mouth full, “You kidnapped her there for twelve days, one more one less wasn’t going to make a difference.”

The captain tiredly sighed echoed as he grabbed his plate and tugged it away from the other alpha before they devoured it all. Carefully putting the dishes in a tray with a tea set for the rest of the morning, ready to find solitude in his chambers again.

“By the way,” Hange added again, “When do you think the due date is? Erwin and I have a bet on who is going to be cool uncle.”

Levi stopped midway as he was about to leave the kitchen, raising an eyebrow as he turned to face the brunette. “Why the hell were you and Eyebrows talking about that shit?”

The other alpha simply shrugged and then commented, entertained, “It was hard not to talk about it. You two weren’t particularly hush about it, you know? We’re entitled to talk about it after enduring almost two weeks of hearing you two mate like wild animals.”

Uneasy groans mixed with his ashamed grimace at the mere thought. It didn’t help that the titan lover kept going, “You know, we both concluded that we can’t believe we thought of her as a beta.” Their comment, made with the same unbothered attitude as Hange was known for rambling about topics, didn’t match with Levi's shift in attitude. First, the confusion surpassed his previous shame, only to then demand an explanation with his fierce, sharp eyes. Hange began to chuckle nervously as they thought that, perhaps, they shouldn’t have said that. “Well... you know...” they muttered, feeling the short man’s anger, “… it’s impossible that was a beta’s ass.”

Two alphas, closed in a room talking about his omega’s ass. It’s the best ass in the walls, don’t get him wrong, but he’s the only one allowed to make that observation... at least publicly.

“Ugh,” Hange complained loudly as they walked down a hall.

Erwin looked at the squad leader confused and highlighted, “I saw Levi’s window open; he’s finally out?” then added, “Are you alright?”

“Levi kicked me,” they replied as they caressed their butt.

Shaking his head slightly and sighing as if he were dealing with children, “I told you not to tell him anything weird while he still had a cocktail of hormones inside him,” the commander simply reproached them.

The thud of the forehead impacting with the harsh oak wood of the desk, the deep breath that came out as a scoff, fogging up the surface, the subtle sleet hitting the windows’ glass behind before turning into snow once again, dark locks tangling as they fell forward graciously, and the clock in the office announcing it was almost midnight. ‘I survived.’ Those felt like accurate words despite his line of work; his body felt as if he had been grabbed by a titan and snapped against those big trees. His body felt in better shape when he came back from an expedition, and he wasn’t lying. Not even the best intentions and the hardest mental strength could force him to go to training with his squad; the kids had been annoyingly supportive of hearing him feel better from his “cold.”

The muscles of his legs twitched involuntarily, and the muscles of his body felt like jelly; his brain fogged with tiredness. Blaming it completely on the drop in hormones that forced him to be on top of his game, now he felt as if he was suffering withdrawal. Any mix of substances that his body produced in excess during his rut to secure the stamina to endure the mating, the strength and sharpness to be ready to fight for his breeding right, and also to protect him and his mate during the period the pheromones could have driven someone into their nest had fulfilled its role. Now, without them and the tiredness of the aftermath of forcing his body into them, it had left him feeling as if someone had smashed all his bones. Adding to that, his instincts didn’t cease to remind him to stay close to his mate, whom he hadn’t seen all day. In normal situations, newly mated couples would have nested until both felt back to their usual selves and, more importantly, until the claiming mark settled and marked forever their bond.

If he had three surviving brain cells after everything, two were completely dedicated to reminding him that whatever they should be doing as mates, he simply wasn’t doing it. Gritting his teeth as his instincts having power over him was starting to drive him nuts. It’s not that he didn’t want to talk to her, but he also wished to respect her space. Tired eyes, half-lidded, looked through his dark and dense eyelashes as he checked the clock after it began to announce midnight. The only few times he had left his chambers to pick up and deliver paperwork and during meals to check on his squad, he hadn’t seen her. And from what he subtly asked, nobody else had either.

This anxiety and uncertainty in him weren’t normal; he was usually decisive. The tip of the fountain pen hit against the paper, leaving little dots as he pondered the idea of checking on her, trying to decipher if it was his instincts talking or actual rational thoughts.

“Fuck it,”

White rice with butter and cheese in a bowl, carried on a tray, sliced apples, chamomile tea. Were the rumors true that omegas felt nauseous during post-mating syndrome? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to take risks. Had he overdone it? His anxiety replied positively. His lack of security wasn't something he enjoyed, and his knuckles hesitated to knock on the infirmary's door that led to her personal chambers inside. Forcing himself, one, two, three knocks resounded too much for his liking in the middle of the night.

Time seemed to move slowly, and he seriously considered leaving the food there. Then the door creaked, and her tired eyes observed him from the gap.

"I-Uh... I brought you some supper," Levi mentioned, slightly raising the tray as if the metal piece with food on top wasn't enough indication.

The heavy dark circles under her eyes, the reflection in them, and her uneven look. She had seen better days; they had seen better days. Her silence gnawed at his sanity, and he seriously considered that interacting was easier when they were both intoxicated with their own hormones. Plus, his awkwardness and lack of social skills made him conclude that, perhaps, his body was right, and the only way he could engage in producing offspring was clouding his judgment completely.

"Everything smells very strong, makes me nauseous," her voice, subtle as the flight of a moth in the middle of the night, murmured as her hands gripped the edge of the door, resting her face and weight on it. "It's very overwhelming."

Levi readjusted his weight to the other leg and gave it a thought. "It's natural; you'll get used to it," he replied shortly, "and learn to kinda switch off your brain to not pay attention to every piece of nonsense."

He, for example, could perceive it all. She was like an open book, her distress, confusion, and now subtle tints of happiness that he tried to attribute to her body reacting positively to the proximity of him as her mate. It was, in a sense, a bit endearing how she wasn't able to control her pheromones yet.

Y/N's soft chuckles caught his attention as the air turned sweet, and she smiled softly. "You know a lot," she replied. Unconsciously, it boosted his pride; her body reacted positively and relaxed in his presence.

"I presented when I was 11, an early bloomer. I remember wanting to rip off my shitty nose from my face," his comment made her chuckle again, and it made him wish he had something else to say to earn another smile.

She let the door adorned with a small brass plaque that simply read "Infirmary" slide open and stepped to a side as a subtle indication he was welcome in. Levi had been there too many times, none of them for himself but usually because Jean and Eren fought again. As one entered, the scent of antiseptic greeted them, mingling with the faint aroma of old wood and polished linoleum floors and hers that it took all his willpower to fight against. If his body was trying to return to its normal working system, her uncontrolled liberation of pheromones was like a punch in the gut that he tried to hide.

The walls were painted in a soothing, muted colour to create an illusion of calmness, while the tall, narrow windows allowed slivers of nightlight to filter through dusty curtains. Rows of narrow iron beds lined the room, each neatly made with crisp white sheets and thin, worn blankets. A wooden cabinet filled with basic medical supplies, from bandages to cough syrup, occupied one corner, its glass doors revealing caramel bottles with remedies.

A small desk in the corner held a register where ailments and treatments were meticulously recorded with pen and ink. A single, dim lamp illuminated the desk, casting a pool of light in an otherwise subdued room. One small door that mimetite with the walls, led to her personal chambers. They were very similar to his, slightly smaller and with a small round table probably to fill up the lack of an office. And, of course, a bathroom with two doors, one leading to the infirmary and another to her room. He left the tray on the table, and his eyes did a quick check on her room, mostly out of curiosity.

It was tidy, not to his standards but nice. The bed was made, and the sort of femininity that the place radiated made him giggle or nervous from inside. Perhaps it was the crochet table runner, the bed's scarf, the small pots with plants on the window frame, the body lotions next to the bed. The attention to details that he, despite living in his own space for longer, hadn't thought of buying, and she had insisted on making the place her own despite the lugged bags still being around as she hadn't been done unpacking yet. It all made him wonder when the last time had been he had been at a woman's place; the life in the scouts really makes nights lonely.

Not wanting to overstay his visit, he was ready to leave. But as she sat down on her small table, her hand reached out to grip his forearm and look up to him. "Stay; it makes my mind so calm and quiet when you're around," she said without any restrictions.

"It's the bond," Levi murmured, but he sat down anyway. Trying to disguise how mentally peaceful himself was now that they were close, his possessiveness of "what if there's another alpha around when I'm not there? What if she lets another alpha claim her to change the mark when it's still too fresh?" quickly subsided.

She took quiet and slow spoon feed portions of the rice, and he tried to glue his eyes on anything else to not make her feel observed while eating. Her loud tired sighs filled the extremely uncomfortable silence, "you know... my life was way easier when I was a beta."

Levi hummed in appreciation, "I bet," he added without much to say.

"It's a very weird feeling, bittersweet perhaps," Y/N murmured while she slowly ate. She chuckled softly, as if she remembered something funny. "I had this very silly crush on you since I joined, and you helped me clean the infirmary. I accepted that we would only be friends because," she stopped, and he looked at her, shocked. "Well, because you're a high-breed alpha-"

"I've never actually cared about those shits, not like I'm some banker's brat that needs to secure an heir," Levi quickly added, interrupting her.

"Huh?" Her face turned to the left to look at him as his statement made no sense, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

Words weren't his strength, so he decided to spit out anything in his brain. "That I didn't care you were a beta."

"Are you implying you had been flirting with me before this?"

He scratched the back of his head and murmured slightly offended, "Yeah, for the past two months. Thank you for finally noticing."

Despite his soft words, she remained confused “That was you flirting?”

Levi scoffed, offended. "Fucking excuse me, usually, we flirt with scents and mark territory — both things you didn't notice until now."

Perhaps then, pieces fell into place, the sense of calmness she experienced each time they had tea at his place. The subtle citrus, lavender-scented with a musky undertone had always been him, trying to convey his intentions in the only way he knew how. Or, maybe, all the opposites—his body reacting on its own, even at the prospect of her being a beta, trying to provide a sense of protection and calmness to the place, showing his willingness to a potential mate.

The only reply he got was a few shallows, quiet chuckles before she continued eating a little longer, a soft smile on her features. "And the bittersweet part?" Levi insisted, picking up where she had left off.

"Oh," her memory recalled her comment, and she blushed heavily. "Well... apparently mating with an alpha is harder than being stepped on by a horde of Titans," she explained, grimacing uneasily. "I've bruises everywhere, and I can barely move."

"I usually behave more... I'm not particularly vanilla, but I'm a bit more civilized." As the air lightened slightly, and it felt as if both were finally addressing the elephant in the room, Levi tried to force himself to be a bit more talkative. "If it makes you feel better, I feel like shit too."

"You? What could you possibly be hurting from?"

"I would like to see you topping for twelve days straight," Levi snorted back, his pride hurt that she wasn't taking his part of the job seriously.

"Fair, fair." Giving in just for the sake of it, she picked up a slice of the red apple and ate it casually. "You know..." she thought of commenting but then, "nevermind."

"What? Just spit it out," Levi's harsh nature stepped in, especially insisting as he observed her face turn red.

"I was just thinking that... Maybe this explains why," her voice grew hushed and embarrassed, "I always felt like something was lacking with my beta ex."

An entertained scoff left his lips, mixed with a cocky side smirk. He felt as if his inner alpha was kicking out of happiness. Alphas are competitive, possessive, and jealous creatures by nature; they may even feel jealous of the pillow their omega hugs while asleep. Being delighted with the idea that there’s no other that could provide the strength they show while mating is like a big pat on their back.

Levi didn’t want to press the matter too much, letting her come and talk things out at her own pace. Her brows drew together as she felt the pain pulsing again, her hand reaching backward to softly caress the mark on her neck. “This hurts horrendously,” she admitted through clenched teeth, “I put numbing cream and-”

“Don’t put anything on it,” Levi quickly interrupted. “Your body may react more because it feels that you may be trying to reject it.”

Her eyes opened, locked into his, the frown still present. “Was biting me this hard so absolutely necessary?”

“If I had any power over my actions during a rut, do you think we would be in this situation? Where there is a high chance, I got you knocked up?”

Levi’s words pierced the night like a cannonball does from the top of the walls to a titan’s neck; she looked at him uneasy and confused. Nobody dared to even whisper; not even the sound of a mouse was perceived. Her expression of anger softly switched, as she averted his gaze looking in another direction. Maybe she preferred not to think about it, but Levi has always been a man that faced reality as it was given to him.

“Maybe...” she started to suggest, breathing deeply. “Maybe it didn’t take,”

Levi slightly contorted uneasily, taking a subtle deep breath to steady himself. “What?” her ignorance in certain dynamics was something he had to constantly remind himself. He knew she didn’t do it with harm, “I just came out of a two-week rut, my body has more hormones at the moment than a fifteen-year-old brat... try not to say straight in my face that I didn’t breed you properly because you’re only triggering another round on me.”

“I’m just saying that I know that some low-breed omegas can’t get pregnant by high-breeds that easily. “ She insisted, giving it a rational thought “Maybe the reason I didn’t present is that I’m closer to a beta than an omega by being low breed.”

While her explanation seemed logical in her mind, Levi heard her with a deadpan expression. “Didn’t you hear me? Two shitty weeks, no fuckin’ way you’re low-breed.”

Perhaps that had been the consolation she had been running with the entire day, and the weight of the matter began to hang on her heavier than before, which didn’t help Levi to feel less concerned and uneasy. Her attention lost somewhere, and for once, Levi wished he could be subtle and charismatic, perhaps to have something to say. The confession she had made a few minutes ago held in Levi’s mind longer than he liked to admit, and he tried to wrap himself around it to initiate his response, waiting first for a bit for her to add anything else.

“Ehm-” he cleared his throat as he drew attention back to him, sat down around her small round table in the corner of her room, “maybe we jumped a bunch of shitty steps in the dating process or whatever, but I don’t mind trying to make it work if you want.”

His right hand dubiously reached out thinking of creating physical contact for comfort. First reaching for her left thigh but reconsidering deeply, while pressing his lips together, he moved it upwards to her forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “And I’ll back you up in any decision you take about it if it turns out you’re knocked up.”

Her drained voice, perhaps due to tiredness or fear, whispered, “Really?”

“Huh?” Levi seemed slightly confused, “well, we are already bonded, so at least we could give it a try...”

“No, I mean the other. You really don’t mind anything?” her voice was barely above a whisper.

The washed-out memory of his own mother popped into his mind for a brief second before replying seriously and with no doubt on his face, "Well... I won’t be the one pregnant for nine months and neither the one who is going to be giving birth, so what I prefer doesn’t really matter," Levi said unfazed. "And I know I’m not a fucking sunshine, but I’m not that shitty to get you knocked up and leave you to face it alone."

While nothing was written in stone, and the consequences of it were still too soon to be sure, there was a soft sense of tranquillity that washed over her. A soft smile cracked on her face. "Thank you," she murmured.

At the beginning, it felt conflicting going back as if nothing had happened. Drinking tea at his office while both worked on their respective paperwork, nobody wanted to press the matter further. Though Levi would hear whispering gossip between his own squad, the Captain tried his best to let her process what had happened and allow himself to do it.

Keeping the scouts under strict rules of not letting it escalate was easy; a death glance from Humanity’s strongest soldier was enough to make all the curious cadet and squad leaders keep themselves in line. Humanity’s strongest soldier, that’s who Levi was. "Worth an entire army," whispers as the scouts pass by, the only one that people recognized enough for those "Wanted" posters while they were fighting the uprising a few months ago. The person people put their dreams and hopes in now that they were planning the retake of Wall Maria.

"MH..." hummed sounds echoed in her throat as her delighted eyes admired the pastries in the showcase. Levi has taken his squad to pick up groceries downtown, and she had insisted on going, breathing some fresh air and sending medical reports. "I’m really craving something sweet," it was more of an inner monologue than something meant to be answered.

Though her eyes full of desire caught Levi's attention as he was waiting for the provisions given to him, analyzing it with second thoughts. But he wasn’t the only one with curious eyes; the baker admired the scene behind the counter. The madam was an omega, and, while her years of fertility may have already passed, she had been involved in too many dynamics and had enough kids behind her to spot a freshly mated couple from a mile.

"Ah! The hazelnuts one, please!" Y/N had finally made up her mind on her little treat, pointing with her finger across the glass at the small cake. The old woman nodded in agreement. Another coworker was putting the big flour white bags on the rustic cart they had brought to take the provisions as Levi supervised both. When the baker was handling the smaller purchase, Y/N was about to handle her payment, but Levi was quick to offer the money first with the military coupons for the food provisions.

"Hey," she looked at him complaining but not completely mad. "It’s mine; I’m paying."

Levi clicked his tongue, "Don’t be stupid," he insisted and grabbed the paper bag to hand to her. While he didn’t reciprocate the soft pouting, she did at him, the shop owner simply took his food coupons and smiled as she regretted the money.

"It’s on the house," she quickly added, and Y/N checked the inside of the bag, and there were also extra treats and cookies. Levi didn’t seem convinced about it, but the old woman, with her white apron covering most of her dress and her hair out of the way, smiled interestedly and asked, "When is the due date?"

Older women and their audacity; colours quickly dropped from both, only to raise back harder as blood rushed to their cheeks.

"Ehm, it’s too soon yet," Levi quickly added, trying to smooth out the situation, shortly spitting out the answer.

The surprised gasp, and then "Oh, I thought... well, it’s hard to tell with all the layers during winter," she insisted. Y/N smiled awkwardly, as, after receiving the gift, she didn’t want to just leave. "So, is it recent?"

Levi’s eyes did quick checks on the cart, praying it would get all the provisions faster so he could slip himself from this social situation, "Yeah," he groaned out.

"Weird... it’s not mating season," she commented, pointing out something that Levi had probably seen coming; he had to hold back a sigh.

"Yes, well, thank you very much," he replied faster as he noticed the cart was loaded, and he was more than ready to leave. Y/N thanked back too, gathering any left in her to give a sort of friendly grimace before walking away with him.

The uncomfortable silence as they walked across the rest of the shops, Levi’s squad taking care of different tasks, and some of them even shopping for themselves. "How?" she began to question unsure while adjusting her scarf that covered the mating mark.

"The scent," Levi quickly replied, already knowing where the conversation was going. "I come here very often; she probably noticed the change, and you smelling as a mated omega put two and two together."

Humming a mix between an understanding but confused reply, she wrapped herself better in her coat as the weather was still very harsh. "I still get confused about the aromas thing," the nurse confessed. "Sometimes it feels like teenagers get it better than me." There was a sort of defeat with shame in her tone.

"When you’re mated, you can say that you stink less. After all, there’s no point in dragging attention any further," Levi explained. "Think of it as getting a cheap, shitty perfume; you still smell like you, but less intense."

Her attention was drawn to her left as he explained it out for her, both resting on the edge of the cart as they waited. Blaming the cold on her cheeks, softly blushing as she smiled at his understanding. After this, she was thankful that her trips to the downtown were very scarce because the rumor spread faster than any winter flu. Levi could barely walk down without getting congratulations, presents, cheerful words from older women and young mothers. Some gifted him wood for the baby, treats for his mate, the proud pats of older alphas telling him that "good for him, it was time already for getting a proper mate."

Even the Reeves sent him meat under the excuse that "pregnant women need more iron." His face always tried to hide the unpleasant social moments that came with this, but Hange insisted that he was not nailing at faking being happy about the public celebrations. 'It’s too soon,' he would insist, but 'you’re a high breed and so is she, both young, everybody is sure it will take.'

"Perhaps it’s bad timing," Erwin commented, trying to hold back a mischievous smirk. "But Nile and Zackary send their congratulations." Levi dedicated his beast dead glance across the office as they were in a meeting. Hange didn’t even try to hold back a loud laugh while Erwin tried his best not to chuckle in the captain’s face. "Don’t look at me like that; I didn’t tell them... they found out on their own."

Fingers doing pressure on the bridge of his wrinkled nose, "Fuck me," he cursed under his breath. It’s not that he wasn’t "sure"; it had been almost two months, and she hadn’t come to him with any "news," which meant that any passing day was more of a confirmation than a negative. She seemed reluctant even to mention the topic, and since both seemed to be improving the quality time together, Levi didn’t want to risk asking too much. But the uncertainty was starting to grow on him. It didn’t help that her pheromones sometimes gave him clues when they were alone that she was interested in perhaps moving a bit further than just sharing teatime together. His scent quickly matched, giving away that he was more than willing to get tangled in bed once again, this time both consciously.

But... she never noticed, never made a move, and after what happened, he wanted her to take the lead. 'It’s her body reacting,' he reminded himself, which was both arousing to know her deeper instincts wanted him, cute that she couldn’t control it yet, and frustrating to know that it wasn’t voluntary. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had never been mated before, obviously, and being around his mate triggered it more. If he had gone so many years without it that after getting laid again, he started to crave it more. But he felt the necessity.

So, there she was, sat down on his desk, legs swinging as she ranted about how her day visiting her friends had been. Until the unsure clearing of her throat caught his attention again from paperwork. "I was... wondering if perhaps you could spare me a couple of clothes?"

That had definitely caught him off guard. "My friends from my nurse’s hostel, most of them are omegas, so they almost threw me a welcome party," Levi hummed understanding, wanting to know where this was going. "They mentioned that perhaps my insomnia may be due to... nesting? That my body feels uneasy, and perhaps having my mate’s scent would help? Sounds very stupid, I know-"

"Sure," he quickly agreed and blessed his well-known stoic face to hide his disappointment. His own mate preferred a bunch of scented clothes over being with him; his inner instincts were kicking in anger, almost throwing a tantrum in the floor of his mind like a spoiled brat. Being rejected by your bond is not something alphas took easily, and he had to clench his teeth holding back the imperious necessity to mark territory again. He was better than behaving like a wild animal, he knew but yet.

"Give me a minute to finish this report," he replied between clenched teeth.

"Expedition Wall Maria?" She asked, somehow trying to keep the conversation alive. He hummed positively. "How are the preparations going?" she insisted, pushing the topic further.

"Good."

Her lips pressed together; her eyes never left the back of his head as he curved over his desk to write endless reports. Then, "You’re going to come back, right?" pierced the room, followed by "...you’re not leaving me to deal with this alone, right?"

The pen stopped moving as his fingers left it to rest after it had run out of ink, his back straightened up to look over to her as she remained seated on the edge of the desk, the desk where he had undressed her. Coral light filtering through the window’s glass landing on her. The training was over only an hour ago, and he tried to advance paperwork before dinner. It was still early, and the bustling of the building hadn’t ceased yet. Despite it all, Levi felt as if the silence was overwhelmingly loud.

The doubt in her eyes was almost tangible; therefore, he said the only thing that crossed his mind. "I’ll come back walking if I have to."

Fast short scoff as her cheeks raised in a tender smile, Levi was tempted to push the idea further. He took it as a confirmation somehow and wanted to know it all, at least what she knew so far. But before he knew it, she was descending from his desk, and the intentions of leaving the place were written all over her face.

"Let me finish this, and I’ll give you the shirts," Levi insisted, the disappointment on his face was hard to disguise until her hand grabbed his armrest for support, one leg then the other. It was so simple, but his legs tilted sideways, and he could feel how his blood dropped to pump downwards as she sat down on his lap. Instinctively tilting his leg outward, making space, parting legs.

The scent passing thought his nostrils, soaking in his brain, making him be aware of his fangs before he could notice. It wasn’t like a heat, of course, not but inviting enough. Receiprocating almost immediately, on full will and not so much too, seeing how with each breath her cheeks blushed more and her eyes turned transparent. Ass on his knees, making him wish she had moved forward directly over his bulge, to feel the sweet pressure of her body over his dick.

"I don’t think I want the shirts..." She murmured, somehow quickly breathless, as her right hand reached forward to cup his face, “I’ve one and it doesn’t smell like you,” her eyes turning transparent as the pheromones sank in, remembering the clothes he had borrowed her the morning after “You smell divine,”

His hands moved instinctively, quickly rubbing her sides lightly, cupping her hips before gripping and try to push her closer, “How is this fucking fair?” he said hoarsely, trying to keep his voice level despite the fire raging through his veins “You had my clothes and I was here, like a teenager trying to recall how your slippery cunt milked me dry,”

The shock ways shivering down both of them, forcing a soft gasp out of her parted lips as Levi buried his face on the crook of her neck, feeling his mating mark. Recalling with pleasure it had been him who had claimed her, she was all his and nobody else. Shameless tongue running through the mark with closed eyes and scoff of aphrodisiac reassurance, he could feel the pheromones in her skin. Both bodies reacting to each other as if they were made for this. Her hand gripping his dark locks as her neck suffered the attack.

Softly rocking between his parted legs, she could feel the outline of his hardening cock almost painfully twitching against the white trousers of the uniform. Crumping upwards the skirt but a strong push of her hand against his chest got him resting on the desk’s chair. Dusted cheeks, sassy smirk, her neck glistering under the tangerine light of the afternoon, “I want to suck you, Captain,”

He couldn’t make his mind in which he liked more, the memory of her in-drunk state of pure heat’s submission, becoming a pliant hole for him to fuck rough or her assertive cock drunk self. But he couldn’t mind it less as her hand palmed the front of his trousers before grasping his length to start to pump it through the fabric. She straddled Levi, hand on his shoulders before kissing him desperately, Levi kissed her back forcefully.

The early afternoon had turned excided as one of his hands gripped the back of her neck to kiss her deeply, hips gridding against each other. His hand kneeling her ass through the uniform dress with content. Head switching to the sides as he pried her mouth open, saliva dripping to the sides. The sound her lips parting echoed in the office, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the view of her reddish pumped lips. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he imagined her on her knees, those full lips wrapped around him.

His hands tightened around her ass cheeks, before giving it a good smack that made her jump slightly in his lap. Loud gasp as he pulls her closer and he leaned towards her ear again “Eager for it, huh?”

“Mhh-” Nodding enthusiastic while humming positively.

“Good girl,” Levi smirked, caressing her ass once more, squeezing it tightly before slapping it again. Burning sensation crossing though her body only to feel it tingling with the afterglow heating sensation of the hit, “On your knees. Suck me dry, baby girl,”

Straighten up slightly on his seat as she pulled away to get on her knees to unbuckle his belt. Raising slightly to rip his trousers and boxes as down as they could go with the harness on. Uncomfortably staying on the middle of his thighs and Levi quickly concluded that whoever designed the military uniform didn’t get laid frequently or, at least, they weren’t thinking in getting fuck on their desk’s chair. Exposing his hardened cock fully, it stood erect and throbbing as the tip glistered with pre cum. On top of his balls, the base was slightly engorged as it prepared for the knotting at the correct time.

Half lidded eyes admiring as she hovered with her forearms on each side of his legs to softly, almost ghostly, run the tip of her tongue through his thick, pale shalf. The action alone, the teasing, made him want to thrust forward and leak precum thought the tip. Big eyes looking up to him through her eyelashes. Smirking playfully as she collected the dropping with her tongue, only to then roll down the foreskin, revealing the tip to wrap her lips around the darkened head and suck directly from the exposed slit.

His hands gripped the chenille of the chair tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried to keep himself from thrusting into her mouth. Clenching his teeth as she kept teasing him, giving subtle little kitty licks to the sides, sucking directly from the tip without going down. Barely toughing him.

“Fuck,” Levi cursed as he could feel the smirk on her lips, moving up again to the head. His hands gripped her head firmly, guiding her towards his aching member. "Suck me," he growled hoarsely, his voice filled with hunger and desire. Forcefully pushing her downwards this time, feeling the vibrations of her complain around his cock.

“There you go,” Levi groaned. Her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking hungrily on it as she continued to stroke him firmly. Slender fingers ran up and down around her hair before make shifting a ponytail to keep the hairs out of her face, admiring the view better. Her reddish lips, struggling around his cock, watery eyes as she tried to take a bit more each time she went down, the hollowing of her cheeks, the velvety sensation of her tongue against the pulsating vein of his cock each time she bobbed upwards. Delicate hands gripping the side of his thighs for support as she began to bob her head with favour. Her hand continued to stroke him rhythmically, matching the pace of her mouth movements.

“Fuck,” Levi's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she took him deep, her warm, wet mouth engulfing his entire length. His hand tightened in her hair, holding her head firmly as he began to thrust into her throat, fucking her face roughly.

"That's it, girly," he praised, his voice hoarse with desire. His mind kept reminding him he should have got his sooner, remind her who was his alpha and get it. Fucking her throat roughly, his hips bucked wildly, each powerful thrust pushing deeper into her throat. Her hands dropped to his legs, fingers digging into his thighs for balance, hearing her struggle to take him all in.

“MHH!” Her chocking sounds mixed with the whines as he kept forcing her head all the way down, the saliva dripping through her mouth corners. As she deep throated him, gagging, Levi's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head down harder against his member. His mind kept reminding him he should have gotten a mate sooner, priving himself from this was unhuman. To have an omega, to fuck her silly, to enjoy the tightest warmest cock-drunk cunt each time he wanted. Submissive pretty little thing, to mount and breed at least once per year.

“What’s the matter? Not used to the thick fat cock of an alpha?” the smirk on his face could almost be heard through the pants that left his lips, “Don’t worry,” he mocked with faked condescending, “I’ll teach you how to be a proper omega,”

Half lidded eyes looking back at him as she sobbed while letting Levi use her mouth, droll dripping down her chin.

The feeling of her throat contracting around his length was unlike anything else he had ever experienced, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips bucked wildly, thrusting harder and faster, his balls slapping against her chin as she continued to suckle hungrily.

"That's it," he growled, his voice low and husky. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, mixed with the wet sounds of her mouth working over his cock. “That’s my good girl,” he praised before finally pulling her head off with a loud pop. Quickly she crawled into his lap, straddling him.

His fingers unbuttoned the front of her uniform, yanked down the sleeves to a side so he could have direct access to her chest. His fingers traced the delicate curves of her breasts through the fabric, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He leaned forward, capturing one of them between his lips, sucking greedily as his hand cupped her other breast, kneading it roughly.

“Ahh- Levi!” her soft moans echoing in the room mixing with the tale-tell of his lips licking her bud. His tongue circled her nipple, teasing it before finally taking it into his mouth, suckling on it hungrily through the fabric. The inner part of her breast turning a dark shade as he sucked the valley of her chest. Meanwhile, Levi’s freehand moved to gather her skirt to her waist.

Levi's hands grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading it roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her skirt. He couldn't resist the urge to taste her again, suckling greedily on her nipple as he thrust his hips upwards, grinding their bodies together. His tongue continued to tease and suck on her nipple, alternating between gentle flicks of his tongue against the sensitive bud and deep, forceful sucks that left marks on her skin. His hips rocked rhythmically beneath her, grinding their crotches together, seeking more contact. But it wasn't enough. He needed to feel her wetness, to know for certain how much she wanted him.

As soon as his fingers brushed against her entrance, she let out a soft cry, arching her back into his touch. Her hips bucked subtly against his hand, inviting him deeper inside her. And so, without any further hesitation and incapable of waiting any more, Levi pushed her underwear to a side and slid two fingers into her core, moaning softly at the slick warmth enveloping him.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. His thumb rubbed against her clit, circling it in a slow, deliberate motion. "You were made for this," then he insisted, “You got it all fucking wrong, you’ve always been made for this. To cramp down my fat knot,”

Levi couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he heard Y/N’s soft mewls, her body responding eagerly to his touch clinging to his fingers like a vice. "You like that?" he murmured; his voice thick with desire. "You want more? You want me to breed you again?"

"Mh," she moaned, arching her back further as his fingers delved deeper. Her hands gripped his shoulders, holding herself steady as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Fuck yes..."

Hair falling backwards as she arched over him, continuing to fuck herself on his fingers, Levi could feel the tension building within him. He wanted more—needed to be inside her, feeling her tight heat surround him completely. But there was something else driving him, too—something primal and possessive that made him crave the act of mark her as his own, to make sure everyone knew she belonged to him.

“Yes! Ah- Yes, Levi!” Y/N mewled pleasantly, milking the digits.

It was a strange feeling for him, this possessiveness over another person—but at the same time, it felt right. Like something he had been missing all these years without even realizing it.

"Wanna get my knot again? Mh?" He chuckled darkly, almost coaxing a confession out of her. "I'll fucking remind you how I got you knocked up," he promised. Her body clenched around his fingers, a silent plea for more, and Levi didn't disappoint.

"Tell me," He growled, his voice low and husky. "Admit it, you want my knot inside you."

As if she had been waiting for this moment, Y/N’s eyes locked with his, filled with a mix of lust and submission. "Yes... I need it... give it to me..."

"That's my girl," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Take every inch of me, just like your tight little cunt was made for this."

He pulled his fingers out of her, savouring the sound of her whimpering protest. His hand reached down between their bodies, grasping his own painfully hard cock, which was now leaking copious amounts of precum onto his stomach. With one swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, lining up his head with her tight hole. Her hand gripped his shoulder and slowly sunk on it.

As Levi felt himself sliding into her tight heat, he groaned in pure bliss. Her walls squeezed around him, milking every inch of his length as she slowly lowered herself onto him. His fangs ached with the need to claim her again, but he resisted the urge for now.

“N-Ngh,” she mewled, “Ah, so big,”. He had just put it in, and she could feel the head of his cock already prodding her cervix. The fullness and tug of her own body trying to fit him all in was aphrodisiacal, if it wasn’t that they were already bonded, she would have promised to never fuck a beta again. Levi’s dick was so impossible thick, it didn’t help that he pressed a hand on her belly to feel himself there. To feel himself filling her up to the brim as she wiggled her way down to be fully seated.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, helping her to ease up and down his cock as he fucked her roughly, their bodies slapping together noisily. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his fangs ache with the need to mark her again. She was riding him as her life depended on it, mouth hanging open, drooling as her eyes rolled backwards each time his cock plugged all the way in, hitting all the good spots.

"Fuck," Levi hissed, gasping softly as he admired with delight her well-fucked face. He could hear the wet sounds of their bodies coming together, see the glistening sweat on her skin as she moved against him.

"Fucking— Shit," he growled breathless, thrusting harder into her depths. "You like that? You love swallowing my cock?”

“YES! Ah- yes!” shamelessly moaning as she sat down completely, gyrating her hips before going back to bounce.

Momentarily closing his eyes, pushing his head against the back of the seat as he felt his cock squeezed, sucking him in the best cunt he had ever had. “God- Yes, keep going,” he urged. Levi could feel it all the base of his cock inflate, her slick dripping down his balls. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her ass cheeks apart for better access to her hole. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his voice interrupted for heavy inhales and satisfied groans.

“Fu-fuck, enjoying that dick?” Levi growled satisfied; his voice weakened with desperation.

Positive mewls vibrated on her throat as he thrusted upwards hard enough to make her wince each time.

"You're mine," Levi growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Mine to claim and fuck whenever I want." His hips bucked harder, driving deeper into her tight channel, hitting all her good spots mercilessly.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, creating a rhythmic beat that matched their shared heartbeats. Sweat dripped down both of them, mixing on their skin in a sticky mess. He could feel himself nearing climax, his balls tightening up as he prepared to release inside her.

"Cum for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Let go and let me fill you up again."

She let out everything shamelessly; mewls, whims, load moans of his name as she sank down one last time. Using his shoulder to leverage, gripping his uniform jacket with her fist, tugging him closer. Crying in pleasure as she came all over him. Levi gripped her hips harder, pounding upwards with everything he had, chasing his own release.

“Nng- Ah-” she complained slightly as his swallowed base teased to finally pop inside. Levi gritted his teeth painfully as he kept gridding upwards, trying to finally put his knot.

Levi couldn't hold back any longer, reaching forward and biting her harshly over his claiming mark once more. Painful gasp left her lips as she twitched over him. With one final powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight channel, groaning in pure ecstasy as his climax crashed over him once his knot pressed against her entrance and managed to slip in. His cock twitched violently, spurting hot seed deep within her womb, filling her up completely.

"Ah- yesss!" he cried out, his voice cracking with pleasure. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good." He kept jerking himself against her, pumping in in vain, unable to pull out, as he kept coming. He held onto her hips tightly, thrusting weakly against her even after he had finished, savouring the feel of being buried inside her. His heart pounded against his chest, and he could feel his breath hitching in his throat as the aftermath washed over him.

Body slacked against the chair, collapsing on it. Hair sticking to each other's face as both panted heavily trying to catch their breath, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her head buried on the crook of his neck. Then she tilted lightly to the right as his hands softly caressed her face, pushing the sticky locks out of her features. She smiled softly with blushed cheeks and half lidded eyes in satisfaction. Leading forward, sharing a couple of sloppy kisses as they came down the peak.

The once warm light that came through the window had turned coldly as the night slightly slipped in. He felt exhausted yet satisfied, but an uncomfortable whine followed by a hiss left his lips as he felt her move. “Don’t” he warned her, his hand gripping her hips to hold her in place. His knot still locking them together and his cock twitched in overstimulation.

Y/N groaned uncomfortable, “How long does this take?”

“The more you move, the longer it will take,” He said, “Half an hour at least,”

“I’m hungry,” she complained.

“Well... that make two of us,” Levi replied.

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Rush

Epilogue

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: ~9.5k

cw: mentions of explicit sex, attempted sexual violence that may be triggering (does not go far and is not committed by Eren)

Summary: New year, new beginnings, old flames.

Notes: I hope you enjoy this Epilogue, it’s a long one! I included a word count this time, for your reference. Please read the End Notes at the bottom of the chapter for my sincerest thanks.

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After a well-deserved holiday break, you’re back at University of Paradis to start your spring semester. Along with your new and more rigorous curriculum, your obligations to your sorority escalate. No longer a pledge and a now a fully-fledged sister, you take a more active role in your organization by trying to recruit potential members. Spring rush begins two weeks into the new year for women and men interested in Greek life. Because of the partnership with Alpha Tau, Sigma Nu Kappa miraculously sees an increase in their numbers. By the end of the month, you welcome an exciting group of new sisters, ready to dive into the mysterious allure of sorority life.

Alpha Tau, back in its good graces, continues to excel during recruitment, despite losing a few members the previous semester. Reiner was expelled shortly after Eren. Apparently he threw a hissy fit in front of Erwin and Levi, who confronted him about his disrespectful behavior. Bertolt, being the obedient devotee he is, actually quit following his best friend’s expulsion. Rumor has it they’ve been “adopted” as unofficial brothers into another frat, the one where their friends Porco and Marcel are in.

The first few months of the new year are ordinary, for the most part. The only major difference is that Eren Jaeger has become a regular part of your daily life.

Following the end of your intimate relationship with him and his expulsion from Alpha Tau, Eren quickly got his act together. He focused on his studies more, spending hours in the library next to Armin, buried in his textbooks or typing away at a paper. You didn’t see him much during those last few weeks, only in passing, walking alongside his best friend. Cordial waves from a distance were always exchanged. Even from afar, it was difficult to ignore the twinkle in his eyes or the goofy grin whenever he saw you.

It's not until this new year that Eren makes his official return into your life.

The golden trio of Eren, Armin, and Mikasa are in tandem again, hanging out constantly as if their temporary setback never occurred. You’re included in the mix now, being Mikasa’s closest friend, roommate, and sorority sister. Jean occasionally joins if he isn’t busy with soccer team business. You and Eren acknowledge one another as acquaintances do. A smile, a wave, a glance here and there. Nothing more. Careful not to overstep any boundaries. There’s no tension between you two; rather there’s remnants of a barely lit flame still present from your previous relationship. It’s unpredictable when it will ever fizzle out.

You share meals together, surrounded by your friends, never alone. You have conversations as a group, not with each other. The most you’ll say is a hello or hi, along with a lingering look. There’s an unspoken agreement there; he won’t cross any lines until you’re ready to. At this rate, you’re taking baby steps to get to that point. You want to take your time with him.

Despite keeping your metaphorical distance, you find yourself learning more each day you spend with him. His interests, his pet peeves, his little quirks that you secretly find charming. Over dinner one night, you discover that Eren has a sweet tooth, finishing two different slices of cake in one sitting without a single crumb or smattering of frosting left on his plate. Another night, Mikasa teases him about being a mama’s boy, which he shamelessly agrees with.

“She’s the most important woman in my life,” he says proudly to Mikasa. “Besides you and – ”

He cuts himself off, not finishing his statement. For a split second, his eyes quickly dart towards you, cheeks blushed with a rosy tinge. Maybe it’s your imagination.

They reminisce about their past often, having spent their entire childhoods together. Through passing comments, you learn that Eren has always cared deeply for his friends. As a child, he was the first to throw a punch whenever Armin was harassed by the neighborhood bullies. The only kid on the block who would defend Mikasa from perverted old men eyeing her on the street. Even protecting his mom from being mugged several times on simple trips to the grocery store.

You’re beginning to see for yourself what Mikasa told you last semester. I wish you could have met him before all of this. You would see how great of a person he can be. There’s a reason his friends have stuck by him through thick and thin. They’ve put their trust and faith in him because of the lengths he’s gone for them. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to get to that point with him. A tiny part of you hopes so.

You learn that Armin and Eren share a fascination for traveling. During a study session in the library, they huddle during their breaks to read a couple different travel magazines they purchased at the café. Eren takes great care to highlight and place post-it notes on pages he finds particularly interesting. A few times, he glances over at you, catching your gaze on him. The moment dissipates as quickly as it appears, a fading ember in heavy rain. Something’s there, both of you too hesitant and shy to nurture it.

In the blink of an eye, March arrives. The flower gardens scattered throughout campus are in full bloom. Displays of different colored flora along every pathway illuminate your daily walks to class. The melancholy that winter naturally emanates has finally passed. Life is good.

It’s this month that your relationship with him changes. It’s small, but definitely noticeable.

~~~

In the middle of March, the weekend preceding midterms, the four of them gather in a study room. Mikasa and Armin review biology flashcards, she’s finishing up a permitted cheat sheet for one of her courses, and Eren focuses on writing an essay for his sociology class. After typing his last thought, he closes his laptop and leans back in his chair, sighing.

Mikasa sets down her flashcards. “Let’s take a break.” She reaches into her bag and fetches a bag of chips, setting it in the middle to share.

“Speaking of a break, what is everyone doing for spring break? It’s coming up,” Armin reminds them.

“Jean invited me to stay with his family. We might go camping,” Mikasa replies.

“That sounds fun! Grandpa will probably want to go fishing, so I’ll be doing that,” Armin says. “Eren, what do the Jaegers have planned this year?”

He grabs a handful of chips as he answers, “We’ll be at the beach house. I can’t believe Mikasa will be missing my birthday just because she has a boyfriend now,” he teases her, smirking.

She rolls her eyes. “A week away from Zeke bragging about med school and taking over your dad’s practice? Oh yeah, poor me,” she responds sarcastically, returning his playful grin.

“When is your birthday?”

He’s startled to hear her voice. To hear her direct a question at him. It’s an invitation to engage in a real conversation, which flusters and thrills him.

He faces her, hoping his cheeks aren’t flushed. “March 30th.”

“Must be nice having it during spring break. I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

He gulps loudly, excited to continue talking to her. “Yeah, it is nice. What are…what are your plans?” Mikasa and Armin stare at them as if they’re watching a slow-moving tennis match, heads turning towards whoever is speaking, holding their breaths.

She shrugs, reaching for the snacks. “Probably just stay home and do some spring cleaning. My family doesn’t really go on vacations.”

There’s a rush of ideas bombarding him, the most obvious being the temptation to invite her. It’s insane. But the thought of spending spring break together is a dream. It’s been over three months since they ended their previous relationship. Over three months of secretly pining for her, waiting for whatever chance he can get to be a little bit closer.

It’s on the tip of his tongue. What’s the worst that could happen if he let it slip? Rejection? Bruised ego? Extreme embarrassment? That’s nothing compared to heartache, and he’s already experienced that. He has nothing to lose.

Still, he has to put her first. He wouldn’t want to do or say anything to make her uncomfortable. That’s why it’s taken this long for them to have a legitimate conversation with each other, outside of their usual greetings. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to speak to him, especially after all that happened.

Mikasa intervenes. “Annie doesn’t live too far from you. I’m sure you two can see each other if you’re bored.”

“Oh yeah! She mentioned wanting to try a new restaurant near where I live, so we’ll probably do that.”

Eren comes to his senses, mentally calming himself down from his sudden excitement. He can’t invite her to the beach house with him. That’s crazy. Outrageous. Definitely a bad idea. Baby steps, he reminds himself. Baby steps. “That should be fun. I hope you have a nice break.”

“Thank you. You too.”

They gaze at each other for what seems like a full minute; in reality, it’s a few seconds. There’s electricity, even if it is a slightly dulled. It could be wishful thinking on his end, but these are the tiny interactions he’s learned to cherish these past few months. He’ll take whatever he can get; a warm glance, courteous wave, her signature bright smile that instantly lifts his mood. He won’t take any of it for granted anymore.

Armin clears his throat. “Anyways, it sounds like we’re all going to have a nice vacation.”

His friends engage her in idle chit chat about Greek life, leaving Eren alone in his thoughts. Another layer in their complicated relationship has been peeled away. There’s a long way to go, but it’s progress. It gives him hope.

He treasures these moments. This, along with the little details he’s learned about her so far. What she likes, what annoys her, those adorable habits she has. They spent so much time indulging in sex last fall that they didn’t get to know each other properly. He enjoys exploring her mind and soul just as much as her body; maybe more if that’s even possible.

Their passionate nights reappear in Eren’s head every now and again. Probably more than he’ll ever admit. Out of respect, he tries his best not to think of her in that way anymore. Though when he’s alone in the deepest confines of his psyche, he can’t help letting his hands wander, wishing more than anything it’s her in bed with him. He allows himself this occasional weakness for the sake of his sanity.

Tonight, he lets himself succumb to it, more so than ever these past three months. She actually spoke to him, and she was the one to initiate it. It’s glorious, and hours later, he’s still high from it. Why is he so desperate? As Eren slides his boxers off to stroke his hard cock, body hidden beneath the blankets in case Armin returns any minute, he ignores the guilt and lets his desires overtake him.

He fantasizes about a scenario where she does spend spring break with him and his family. They would drive to the beach house, top down in a rented convertible, wind blowing through their hair. Fingers entwined, resting on the center console, natural for two people in love.

At the beach house, Eren would make proper introductions to his parents. His mom would be ecstatic to see her son with a woman, especially one as beautiful as her. Zeke, his half-brother, would arrive later for dinner, cocky as usual during table conversation. Probably flirtatious with her, attempting to push his little brother’s buttons. This wouldn’t bother Eren, because at the end of the night, it’s him who bends her over at the edge of the bed, pleasuring her until they’re both spent. Cuddling and falling asleep in each other’s arms, in total bliss.

She’d make the best impressions on his parents, helping his mom in the kitchen, offering to help his dad fix a few loose boards on the deck. Pretending to be intrigued by Zeke’s insufferable stories of med school. They’d relax by the ocean every day, basking in the pleasant heat from the sun. At night, they’d make love, indulging in each other’s warm bodies. Her silky moans music to his ears as she wraps her legs around his waist, wanting to feel him deeper. Her moans turn into whines, indicating he’s hitting that sweet spot. He thrusts into her faster, wanting her to gush all over him, thumb brushing against her puffy clit that he licked and sucked earlier when she rode his face. She’s so close, desperate to have her precious cunt filled with his hot load…

His cock twitches in his fist, cum dribbling onto his bare abdomen. He opens his eyes and he’s in his bedroom, hidden beneath his covers. There’s a box of tissues at his bedside, conveniently. He wipes any evidence and tosses it into the trash, thankful that Armin takes unusually long showers.

After a few minutes of lying in bed, he buries his face into his pillow, groaning. He hates when that post-nut clarity hits. It brings him shame, guilty for using her as a way to get himself off. He didn’t even recall a past scenario this time; he invented a new one.

He answers the question he asked himself earlier: Why is he so desperate?

He’s in love with her. That’s why.

~~~

The rest of the semester passes without any major issues. The frequency in which you converse with Eren increases at a steady rate. He cracks jokes here and there, nothing vulgar or inappropriate. The conversations are never too deep, enough to scratch the surface and uncover a valuable cache of knowledge about each other. It’s surprisingly easy talking to him; you’re building up to being more than acquaintances with an intricate past.

With finals around the corner, you find yourself once again in a study room with Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. Mikasa and Armin group in front of a whiteboard, reviewing diagrams and terminology for their biology class. Eren is writing yet another sociology research paper. And you’re in the middle of a practice test for one of your courses.

Eren closes his laptop, raising his arms up in a stretch. “Anybody want anything from the café?”

Mikasa and Armin, too focused on their discussion, wave him off. He turns to you, offering, “Do you want anything?”

Distracted by a question that you’re desperately trying to solve, you mumble a name of a drink, your usual. A few minutes later, you come up with the solution and finally relax. It’s only now that you realize you only gave him half the details of what you wanted. Thinking it’s too late to specify any of it, you let it be, not wanting to be a bother.

When he returns, he sets his drink next to his laptop. Probably a black coffee, his typical order. He hands you yours, which seems normal.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “Let me know how much I owe you.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s on me. I hope I got your drink right.”

Certain that he didn’t, by no fault of his own, you examine the sticker on the cup listing the precise details. To your surprise, it’s perfect. From the amount of ice, type of milk, even the extra pump of the particular sweetener you like.

Impressed, you exclaim, “It’s exactly how I order it! How’d you know?”

He rubs the nape of his neck, blushing. “You get it so much, I guess it stuck with me.”

You beam at him, flattered that he memorized your relatively complicated order. He thought it was important to remember. It makes you feel special. With a sip of the drink, you take a deep breath, exhaling happily. “It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you.”

Cheeks still pink, he responds, “It’s really nothing.”

There it is again. That spark. A blaze that burns just barely, enough to provide light and warmth in a dim, dark place. It’s amazing how something so simple, so seemingly insignificant, can do that. You do your best to suppress these emotions, knowing all too well that there’s a long way to go when it comes to you and Eren. That doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate the progress.

The next few hours continue, the four of you concentrated on your own studies. When the sun sets, you gather your belongings and head to the dining hall to eat.

The topic of summer vacation comes up. Mikasa is already aware of your plans, but you decide to announce it to Armin and Eren.

“I’ll be staying on-campus. I’m required to complete one summer session for my major so that I can graduate on time.”

Armin says, “Really? Eren, aren’t you doing a summer session as well?”

This is brand new information. Mikasa also seems surprised by this. “You’re going to be here for the summer too?”

Eren nods, eyes focused down at his plate. “Yeah, I talked with Pyxis this week and he suggested that I do one to get in some extra classes. Told me it’s better for my resume when I apply to law school. He was able to pull some strings and get me enrolled last minute; I just found out yesterday.”

Mikasa, who’s sitting next to you, squeezes your knee lightly underneath the table.

“I guess we’ll both be here,” you murmur, unsure how else to react.

“Yeah, I guess we will.” His expression is unreadable. For a split second, though, he smiles.

Later that night, with you and Mikasa ready for bed and snuggled under the covers, she turns to face you. “Are you going to be okay? Being here with Eren for the summer?”

“Of course. It’s not going to change anything. We’ve been okay this whole semester.”

“Yeah, but Armin and I aren’t going to be here. Do you think you’ll want to hang out with him? Alone?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. We haven’t been alone together since…well, you know. I don’t know how awkward that will be.”

“You’ll both be at Reiss. All the students doing summer sessions are housed there.”

“So? What’s your point?”

“Living together in close quarters when nobody else is around to keep the two of you dummies in check? What do you think will happen?”

Rolling your eyes, you indulge her. “Tell me.”

“You’ll fuck! The two of you will start fucking again!”

“Mikasa, that’s not going to happen. First of all, the apartments are big. It’s not like we’ll be next door neighbors. I probably won’t be seeing him much. And second, even if we do run into each other, we’ll say our usual hellos, do some small talk, and that’s it! What do you think we’ve been doing the past few months. Everything is under control.”

“Oh please. Don’t think for a second that the little flirtations you and Eren have been exchanging are going unnoticed,” she reveals.

“What? We don’t flirt!”

“Oh really?” She sits up aggressively, mimicking you from earlier. “Oh Eren, it’s perfect! How did you know?” In a second, she switches to Eren, copying his deep voice, “I don’t know baby. Just stuck with me I guess. Want to touch my abs now?”

You throw a pillow at her, unable to contain your laughter. “Shut up! That’s not what we sounded like!”

“That’s exactly how you sounded,” she teases, tossing it back to you. “It’s obvious he still has feelings for you.”

“I don’t know about that – ”

“And I know you still have feelings for him, too. Neither of you will ever admit it, but we all know.”

Shocked by her accusation, you sputter, “Huh? That’s not…how do you…”

“We’re sisters. Of course I know.”

You remain silent, neither confirming nor denying her suspicions. It wouldn’t matter anyways with how confident she sounds.

“I’m not saying you two shouldn’t reconnect. To be honest, it seems like Eren is back to his normal self, before his whole wannabe fuck boy phase. I want to make sure that you’re ready to take that next step. If that’s what you really want.”

“I don’t know what I want yet. We’re taking it slow. There’s no rush.”

“And that’s great. I don’t doubt that you’ll continue to succeed in that. But I’m sure there will come a time that you’ll be tempted to revisit those intimate moments the two of you share. If you do go through with it, do it because you want to. Not because you’re lonely, desperate, or pressured. Do it because it feels right in your heart.”

You let her advice sink in. She adds, “If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I’m always a phone call away.”

In the dim light, you can see her sincere eyes gazing at you. “Thank you,” you tell her, promising telepathically to heed her words of wisdom.

The discussion ends there, leaving it up to you to decide when the “right time” is. Or if there will ever be a “right time”.

One thing is for sure: this summer is already more interesting because of Eren Jaeger.

At the end of the semester, the seniors graduate in the standard pomp and circumstance ceremony. You exchange tearful goodbyes to your favorite graduates, promising to keep in touch. Hange makes you swear to visit her at Marley School of Medicine, while Petra promises to stop by whenever she’s in the area. The candy leis you, Mikasa, and Sasha spent the previous night crafting are distributed to all the Sigma Nu Kappa seniors, even some Alpha Tau’s, including Levi, Erwin, and of course, Mike. You give him an especially fond smooch on the cheek.

With the school year officially over, most of Paradis’s students pack up and go home. Annie and Hitch agree to stay an extra day to help you move into the on-campus apartments called Reiss Residence, open specifically for students staying for the summer. It takes at least two hours to haul your belongings across campus to your new home. Being on the second floor of the complex with an elevator that operates at a snail’s pace contributes to the difficulty. Once your stuff is inside, you unpack, dragging boxes up the stairs into one of the empty bedrooms. Downstairs is a living room space furnished with a couch and coffee table. There’s also a little kitchen, complete with all the essential appliances to cook. Unfortunately, you don’t have any pots or pans to actually prepare a meal, so you pray that your roommate moves in with those items in her possession.

Exhausted from the move and too lazy to walk over to the dining hall, you call a local pizza shop to get dinner delivered directly to your doorstep, treating your friends for helping you during this tiring process. In the middle of your meal, you hear a knock on your door.

“RA knocking! Anyone in there?” When you open it, a tall, well-built man stands in front of you with a clipboard. “Hi! I’m Onyankopon, your new RA.”

You introduce yourself, smiling as you shake hands.

“Welcome to Reiss. My room is downstairs, #101. Knock anytime you need anything. If I’m not in, feel free to call me.” He gives you a sheet of paper listing general rules and information for the complex. He points at the number typed on the bottom next to his name.

“I see you’re pretty much moved in. I just need to get you checked-in with a date and a signature.” He presents you the clipboard and a pen. You scan it quickly for your name, signing it when you find it. Not bothering to check the rest of the list, you return it to him.

“Awesome, thanks. Has your roommate moved in?”

“No, not yet.”

“That’s okay. I’ll come by tomorrow again to check. Some students are coming in tomorrow, even later this week since classes don’t start until Monday. I’m planning to have a little welcoming party in my room Sunday night to introduce everyone. I’ll post the details on the bulletin next to the laundry room on this floor.”

“Sounds great. Looking forward to it,” you tell him, genuinely excited.

“Don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything!” With that, he waves goodbye, leaving to knock on the rest of the doors on your floor.

Back inside, Annie says, “He seems nice.”

“And hot,” Hitch smirks. “Aren’t RAs for these apartments usually grad students? You should try older men for a change,” she teases with a wink.

You roll your eyes. “I don’t think he’ll be interested in an undergrad if he really is a grad student.”

“Hey, you never know unless you try! How hot would that be, sex with the RA? This stuff doesn’t write itself.”

You laugh, half considering her suggestion because she’s not wrong: your new RA is very attractive. However, you’re still taking time to focus on yourself and avoid potential drama. If that means remaining celibate the rest of the summer, then that’s the route you’ll have to continue taking.

“Armin told me that Eren is also going to be here. Is that going to be weird for you?” Annie asks, finishing off her slice of pizza.

“I don’t know. We probably won’t see much of each other unless we literally live right next door, which isn’t going to happen.”

“Think you’ll try to hang out with him one-on-one? I mean, you practically saw each other every day the past few months.”

“That’s different; we’re always with Mikasa and Armin. There’s a buffer.”

“Do you even want to hang out with him? As friends?”

It’s definitely crossed your mind. Mikasa’s words have been replaying constantly the past couple of days. Do it because it feels right in your heart.

You haven’t seen him since the last study session, and the thought of running into him any minute now has you flustered. Is it worry? Or excitement?

“I don’t think I’m there yet,” you respond, remaining ambiguous.

Instead of continuing to pester you, they drop it, changing the subject to Eta Iota gossip going around about one of Hitch’s sisters hooking up with another’s boyfriend. You listen passively, your focus still on Eren.

Given your history, it might be dangerous to be alone together. You’d be lying to yourself if you said your intimate memories with him have never reappeared in your thoughts. They pop up in your head, particularly at night when you need some sort of sweet release.

Hanging out, without Mikasa and Armin there to regulate, is a big step. Will you ever get there with him? Can you ever be friends?

The next morning, you eat breakfast with Hitch and Annie at the cafeteria before they leave for home. Back at your apartment, you notice the door is open, boxes stacked and scattered around the living room. You hear shuffling upstairs and a girl’s voice talking to someone on speaker phone. You knock on the open door loudly to announce your presence.

A girl with light-brown hair in a ponytail comes sprinting down the stairs, smiling. “Roomie!” She launches herself towards you to give you a big hug. “I’m Hannah! Nice to meet you!”

You return her embrace and introduce yourself, making small talk while you help her move her things to her bedroom. Throughout the day, you learn that she is cheerful and easy-going. She mentions her boyfriend Franz, who she warns will be coming over quite often, to which you assure her that you don’t mind.

When she’s unpacked, the two of you walk to the store right off campus to pick up groceries and snacks. That night, you cook your first meal in the kitchen. Luckily, Hannah comes prepared with kitchenware, offering to share it as long as you clean it after use.

Friday, Hannah decides to spend the weekend with Franz once more before the session begins, leaving you alone in the apartment. You sleep in, taking advantage of the few days left of your tiny break.

Around noon, your growling stomach gets you out of bed. In your comfiest sweats, you leave your apartment. For the first time this week, you notice the door next to yours is open. Outside is a middle-aged woman with long black hair in a loose ponytail hanging over her shoulder. There are clothes scattered over the pavement surrounding her as she carries an empty laundry basket. Immediately, you bend down to pick up some of the littered fabric.

“Ah, thank you, dear. I’m such a klutz,” she giggles, squatting to help. “These are clean, don’t worry.”

You chuckle, giving her a pair of sweatpants. The two of your collect the last few items off the ground. “I hope I didn’t take too much time out of your day!” she says.

“Not at all. I was just on my way to get lunch. I’m in no rush. Happy to help.”

“I’m relieved to know my son is living next to someone as sweet as you. Thank you again for all your help.”

Her appreciation for such a simple act is endearing. She seems like such a lovely woman. You smile at her, reiterating how it wasn’t a big deal when you hear someone walk towards you from behind.

You turn to check who it is, almost choking when you recognize that it’s Eren. He blinks rapidly as he stutters your name.

Somehow, some way, the universe has forced you two to be next door neighbors.

Eren’s mom glances at him, then at you. “Oh, you two know each other? How nice! She was helping me pick up your laundry after I dropped it all on the ground.”

He steps towards his mother, grabbing the sides of the basket. “Mom, I told you I’d get that. It’s heavy,” he states, carrying it easily. He glances at you before heading back inside his apartment to set the clothes down.

His mom asks you, “So, you two are friends?”

What is the correct answer here? You’re not quite sure yourself.

Eren quickly replies, “Yes, we’re friends.” He smiles at you, then at his mom.

“Oh good! I don’t have to worry about my son being lonely this summer,” his mom teases, pinching one of his cheeks.

“Mom,” Eren warns, waving her off lovingly. It’s cute.

“Your dad should be here soon; he went to get gas after we unloaded all of your things from the car.”

“That’s nice you’re here to help Eren move. I wish I had a car when I moved. We had to lug everything from across campus,” you explain, laughing.

“Oh you poor thing. Next time, tell Eren to help you. As you can see, he has plenty of muscles,” she comments, squeezing his bicep.

“Mom, seriously,” he mutters, hand shielding his face in embarrassment.

“He’s so shy, isn’t he?” she grins. Eren peeks at you between his fingers, a blush surrounding his cheeks.

His mom’s phone chimes. “Oh! That’s your father, let’s go sweetie.”

You’re ready to part ways when you hear her suggest, “You should come to lunch with us!”

Going to lunch with your former fuck buddy’s parents? And your former fuck buddy turned acquaintance slash friend? This is too weird. “No, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Nonsense. We’re inviting you.”

Expecting him to dissuade his mother, Eren agrees. “Yeah, you should come with us. It’ll be fun.” His expression is warm and inviting. His eyes glisten with kindness. How can you decline an invite from both him and his mother?

“Oh…um, okay. Thank you,” you relent, walking besides them.

“Silly me! I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Carla,” she mentions, holding out her hand. You do the same as the three of you head downstairs. In the parking lot, you spot a maroon Subaru Hatchback running. A man with glasses sits in the driver’s seat.

“Honey, Eren’s friend here is going to join us for lunch!” Carla exclaims.

From inside the vehicle, you see him clap giddily. “Excellent! Hello Eren’s friend!”

Carla informs her husband of your name, to which he enthusiastically repeats. You grin at their quirkiness. From the corner of your eye, you see Eren smiling too.

~~~

Somehow, some way, the universe has blessed Eren.

He can’t comprehend it. He’s sitting in the back of the car next to her, the middle seat being the only distance between them, as his parents drive them to his favorite restaurant in the area. He literally pinches himself several times to believe it’s real.

His mom does most of the chatting during the ride. She asks the standard questions, most of which he’s already memorized about her. At the restaurant, which is a local diner with the best milkshakes, his dad joins in on the small talk. In typical Grisha Jaeger fashion, he brags about Zeke, who’s currently in med school to take over the family business. This naturally prompts him to pat Eren on the back and proclaim, “But I’m also proud of my other son here, who’s going to be a hot-shot lawyer one day! Hopefully he won’t ever be prosecuting me for medical malpractice!”

Aside from his dad’s corny jokes, their lunch is as delightful as Eren could imagine it to be, under their current circumstances. All week, he’s been nervous about the status of their relationship this summer, if there even would be a relationship. Without Armin and Mikasa around, how would it be between them? The question has been nagging him since he decided to stay. And now, it’s been partially answered. Still, he wonders if they’ll ever be able to spend time together, just the two of them.

Back at the apartment, they gather in front of Eren’s room.

“Thank you so much for lunch, Mr. and Mrs. Jaeger,” she says.

“Oh please, the pleasure was all ours! We hope to see you again soon!”

Eren eyes his mom, to which she announces, “Grisha, honey, let’s unpack some of Eren’s stuff in the kitchen.” Before his dad can get a word in, she drags him into the apartment, yelling out, “Sweetheart, it was so nice to finally meet you. Please take good care of yourself!” He nearly flinches at his mom’s slip-up. Thankfully, it goes unnoticed.

At last alone with her, he says, “Thank you for joining us. That was fun. I hope it wasn’t awkward for you or anything.”

“No, it wasn’t. Your parents are really nice. Thanks for letting me tag along.”

“Are you all unpacked?” he asks, eager to keep their exchange going.

“Yeah, for the most part. I don’t have too many things, so it wasn’t so bad.”

“I’m the opposite. My mom made sure I packed everything. I might have to use the spare bedroom for storage.”

Her eyes light up at this statement. “You don’t have a roommate?”

“Nope. It’s just me,” he answers. “My dad is going to help me move the other bed into my room to create a queen-sized bed.”

“That sounds nice.” There’s a small pause before she adds, “Maybe we can hang out at your place. Not on the bed, I’m not thinking that because of the bed, I thought that since you don’t have a roommate, it might be nice to, y’know, watch a movie or something, I don’t know – ”

He stops her rambling with a grin, “I get it. I wasn’t thinking anything about it. But yeah, we should definitely do that. If it’s okay with you.” Calm, cool, collective. He has to appear this way as fireworks are nearly bursting out of his chest.

She nods, not explicitly responding to his last statement. “Anyways, I’ll let you get back to unpacking. I’ll see you around.”

It’s too short. He wishes they could keep chatting forever and ever. “Yeah, see you.”

She disappears into her apartment, leaving Eren to pinch himself one more time before joining his parents inside. In a daze, he removes some pans from the open box next to his mom, who looks at him curiously.

“Honey, Eren and I are going to unpack his clothes in his room. Can you finish the rest of these boxes down here?”

“Yes, dear.”

Upstairs, Eren’s mom shuts the door and begins hanging his jackets in the closet. “So, that’s her.”

There’s no secrets between him and his mom. That’s the type of relationship they have. When he fucked up last semester, he made sure to come clean about it as soon as he was home for winter break. And she made sure to give him a piece of her mind. Since then, she hasn’t stopped.

“I can’t believe you would do that to a sweet girl like her,” she continues, casually unfolding his laundry as she scolds him. “Really, Eren. I am still so disappointed in you.”

“I know, Mom. I know. I fucked up. I beat myself up about it every day.”

“I hope you do. Did you know that she would be next door?”

“Of course not. I knew she was staying at these apartments. I never predicted this. I mean, I jokingly wished for it. I didn’t think it’d actually come true.” He can’t help but smile to himself, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

She glares at him. “Don’t get any ideas, son. You have to keep your distance. She might still be wary about you. I wouldn’t blame her.”

“Yeah, I know. I will. But when I told her I don’t have a roommate, she said that we should hang out. I think she’s ready to be friends.”

She stops what she’s doing to look at him carefully. “Honey, are you sure about this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it time to move on? I know you still have feelings for her, but this is dangerous. You don’t know if she’ll ever feel the same way about you again. Maybe this ship has sailed.”

He contemplates this for a while before saying, “Maybe. But if there’s the tiniest chance, then I’m wearing a life vest and swimming. I’m not letting her go. Not yet.”

She stares at him, concerned. “You like her that much?”

With full confidence, he answers, “I’m in love with her. I love her, Mom.” This is the first he’s confessing it out loud. He’s surer of it now hearing it in his own voice.

“Eren, you’re not even dating. You barely know her. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not being ridiculous. I feel it in my heart, in my fucking soul. I can’t stop thinking about her. Everything I do now is for her. To prove to her how worthy of a man I can be, worthy of her love. I won’t give up until the day she looks me in the eyes and tells me that it’s never going to happen. Maybe even then, I won’t give up. I know you probably think I’m being immature or idiotic. But this is how I feel. I can’t help it.”

“Honey, I hear you, and I’m not trying to invalidate your feelings. But are you prepared to get hurt if this doesn’t work out the way you want it to?” There’s urgency in her voice, almost like she’s pleading with him to reconsider this. To give up, for his own sake.

He won’t. This is the most certain he’s ever been in his life.

“If that means I’m going to get hurt, then fine. It’ll be worth it to have felt something than nothing at all.”

~~~

Sunday night, your RA hosts a gathering in his slightly larger apartment on the first floor. Hannah isn’t back from her boyfriend’s, so you arrive alone. You meet a few of the other residents as you help yourself to a slice of pizza and a drink. Onyankopon gathers everyone in a circle to play a little ice-breaker game. Just as he’s about to start, Eren walks in.

“Sorry I’m late,” he mumbles.

“No worries, man! Go ahead and take a spot in the circle.”

You glance at him, waving, which he returns with a smile. He positions himself across from you, next to an auburn-headed guy you sort of recognize from one of the fraternities.

Onyankopon asks everyone in the circle state their name, year, major, organizations they are involved in on campus, and one interesting fact. He starts, explaining how he completed his bachelors at a school private school in Marley and is now working on his masters in aerospace engineering here at Paradis. Each resident clockwise has their turn to speak. When it gets to Eren, he shares that he has a big sweet tooth, which you already knew, and that he has finished an entire chocolate cake all by himself once in his lifetime, which you did not know.

After the event, you bid farewell to your RA and new neighbors. Outside, Eren walks slow, waiting for you. You catch up to him, greeting him with a, “Hey.”

“Hi. Are you ready for classes tomorrow? Feels like we barely had a break.”

“Not sure if I’m ever really ready for classes. Oh well,” you chuckle. “Do you have an early morning class?”

“No. Thankfully my earliest class is at 11, which isn’t bad.”

“That’s the same for me too! It’ll be nice to sleep in once in a while.”

“Yeah, definitely.” There’s a pause. “Maybe we can get breakfast some time. If you’re up for it.”

You remember him being so against sharing a meal together in public not too long ago. And now, he’s offering the idea so easily. You can’t help but tease him just a bit. “You don’t want to get it delivered?”

He stops in his tracks. “Hey, I didn’t…I wasn’t…I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking – ”

You nudge him in the arm with your elbow, laughing. “I’m messing with you. Breakfast sounds good.”

His face relaxes. “I deserve that.”

“Yeah, you do,” you smirk.

It’s different this time around. It has to be.

~~~

The session starts and Eren, for the most part, has a handle on his courses. Without it being as rigorous as a regular semester, he spends a large chunk of his free time going to the gym, cooking in his kitchen, and watching Netflix on his flat-screen TV, courtesy of Dr. Grisha Jaeger.

Though the walls are thin, he barely hears a bump from his lovely neighbor. However, knowing she’s there brings him happiness. Over the past few weeks, they’ve been getting comfortable chatting outside the apartment. Sometimes for a few minutes if either of them is in a rush to another destination, most of the time for nearly half an hour, neither in any rush to end it. He looks forward to stepping outside his apartment every day to get his daily dose of her. An instant serotonin boost.

One Friday night, well into the season, Eren sits on the couch in front of the TV, watching a K-drama he’s hooked on. He finished a bowl of pasta for dinner and is indulging in ice cream when he hears a knock on his door.

He cracks it open cautiously. To his delight, it’s her. “Hi neighbor. Can I hang out here for a bit?”

It takes a while to process. Is he dreaming? He pulls himself together and opens the door for her, inviting her in. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that my roommate and her boyfriend are having a heated argument right now and I’m almost certain it’s going to lead to some very loud and angry sex. I don’t want to be there to listen to it.” She plops down on the couch. “I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Not at all. I was just watching TV. Do you want some ice cream?”

“Sure!”

He rummages through his freezer, retrieving a particular carton of ice cream. As he scoops it into a bowl, she comments, “I didn’t expect you to be a fan of K-dramas.” She’s looking at the paused screen on the television, an amused expression on her face.

He passes her the bowl and takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch, an appropriate distance for two ex-lovers to be in. “I recently got into it. I can see why people are so obsessed with them. Especially the romance ones.”

She takes a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. “Yum. This is my favorite. Thank you.”

There’s no point in revealing to her that he knows this already. She mentioned it once during spring semester. He wanted to try it himself, see why she adored it so much. Now, he always keeps a pint of it in his freezer. Not because he expects situations like this, but because he indulges in it himself to have the tiniest connection with her. It also helps that it is, in fact, yummy.

“So I’m guessing that you don’t get along with your roommate?” he asks, finishing the last bites of his melting ice cream.

“We get along fine. I just didn’t expect her and her boyfriend to be so loud. Especially during sex. It’s very distracting.”

“When you’re caught up in the heat of the moment, it’s easy to forget about everything and everybody else surrounding you,” he says. In the worst timing ever, he recalls their passionate nights, never holding back with each other.

She turns to look at him, a gleam in her eyes that sends his heart racing. “Yeah. You’re right.”

Is he imagining all of this? This pleasant vibe in the air?

He hastily grabs the remote and resumes the show, ending any more talk about sex. They finish the episode and watch one more before she deems it safe to return to her place.

“Thanks again for letting me come over. And for the ice cream.”

“Of course. I’m here anytime you need me.” The words slip out sooner than he can actually think it through. He panics, fearing he took a monumental step backwards.

Instead, she responds, “Okay. I’ll hold you to that.” Eren watches her leave and waits for the soft thud of her door shutting to close his.

Cheeks hot, perspiration beading on his forehead, he slides down the door and sits on the floor, burying his face in his sweaty palms.

His mom is right. This is dangerous.

~~~

The summer session is nearing the end. It goes by much faster than you expect. This is largely thanks to your next-door neighbor slash friend slash ex-lover Eren Jaeger. For a situation so complicated and messy, it’s been easy being with him, as friends.

It’s gotten to a point where you’re at his apartment nearly every weekend, usually watching a random show or movie. He’ll offer you whatever meal he can whip up in the kitchen on the fly; other nights you’ll order delivery or take-out from a local restaurant. And every dinner ends with three scoops of your favorite ice cream.

On some weekdays, you’ll wake up early to get breakfast together at the dining hall. You’ve since unblocked his number from your phone, so either he’ll text you, “Breakfast?” or you’ll knock on his door, knowing he’s already awake.

Not wanting to make the same mistakes as last year, you tell your friends everything, to which you get plenty of opinions about from them. Annie in particular isn’t shy to call you dumb for falling for the same trap again. In your defense, it doesn’t feel stressful this time around. What do either you or Eren gain from spending time together, besides companionship? Without sex being involved, could the two of you truly become friends? At this rate, you’re confident that you can.

The Friday leading into finals, you leave the library close to 1 AM. You got caught up finishing a paper for one of your classes, not realizing how late it is. The walk to your apartment isn’t far. However, being alone in the after-midnight darkness adds a level of creepiness that unsettles you. You slide your keys between your knuckles as a makeshift weapon and stroll directly under each lamp post for a sense of security.

When you arrive at the apartment complex, there’s a figure slouched at the bottom of the staircase leading up to your floor. You recognize him as one of the residents of the apartments. As you pass him on the steps, he grabs your ankle.

“Hey, can you help me?” His speech is slurred; he’s drunk.

Alarmed at his unwanted touch, you tug your foot away from him, muttering, “Sorry. No.” You hustle up the stairs, hoping he stays slumped there.

You hear shuffling as he cries out, “Come on! I locked myself out! Public Safety is taking forever. Let me stay in your apartment for a bit.”

He’s on your tail. Nervous for him to see which apartment you’re living in, you stop in front of the laundry room, reaching for the phone in your pocket. “I said no. I don’t know you.”

“I’m Floch. I’ve seen you around. You’re a Sigma Nu Kappa. I bet you’re an easy fuck.” He grabs you by the wrist aggressively, causing you to drop your phone onto the ground.

“Let go of me asshole!” On instinct, you kick him between the legs, directly in the balls.

He grunts, doubling over, clutching his hopefully shattered jewels. “You fucking bitch,” he spits out through gritted teeth.

Quickly, you retrieve your fallen phone and sprint to your room, desperate to hide from him. Shaking, you can’t get your keys into the lock. From your peripheral, you see him get back up slowly, limping towards you, holding onto his crotch like some perverted zombie. You continuously press the lock button on your phone, attempting to trigger the SOS signal as he closes the distance.

Suddenly, the next door swings open and Eren hovers over Floch, growling, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Your assailant shrinks, waving his hands in front of him in a pathetic surrender. “Whoa…Nothing man, I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You owe her an apology.”

“Huh? She’s the one who kicked my nuts – ’

“Did I fucking stutter? Apologize to her. Right fucking now, dipshit.”

“Okay, okay.” He peeks around Eren’s massive form to apologize. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t speak, staring at them in a catatonic state.

Eren steps forward, towering over him. “Now get the fuck away from her and wait outside your own goddamn apartment. And if you bother her again, I won’t be so nice.”

Without another word, Floch hobbles off, heading upstairs to the third level.

Eren looks at you, expression switching immediately from outrage to concern. “Are you okay?”

You’re still trembling as you nod. “Yeah. I’m…I’m okay.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. I kicked him in the balls before he could do anything.” You turn the handle to open the door, which you finally manage to get unlocked. “Thank you. That was…crazy.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I heard your voice from outside and I knew something was wrong. I’m glad I came out when I did.”

“Me too.” For some reason, you’re nervous to look at him, so you keep your focus on the ground.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thank you again.”

“It was nothing. Seriously. I’m here anytime you need me.”

You stand, frozen in place with fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. Eren’s voice, despite being beside you, seems distant.

“You’re shaking,” he notices, watching you carefully.

“Yeah, I’m just…I don’t know. I wish my roommate was here. I don’t want to be alone right now.” Unfortunately, Hannah decided last minute to study for finals at her boyfriend’s this weekend.

After a moment of contemplation, he says, “You can stay at my place. Until you’re feeling better.”

“Are you sure? You don’t feel weird about this?”

“No. We’re friends. Right?” It’s more of a question he wants confirmed, unsure himself.

You smile at him. “Yes. Friends.”

~~~

He leads her inside his apartment, waving over to the couch. “I’ll be back. I’m going to get a pillow and a blanket.”

Prior to heading into his bedroom, he goes into the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. She’s in his apartment in the middle of the night, and he’s almost certain she will be sleeping here. She’s scared and traumatized from that asshole who attacked her, and she didn’t want to be alone, so he offered to help.

Has he crossed the line? Is this okay?

Back downstairs, he hands her a pillow and throw blanket. “Here you go. Let me know if you need anything else.”

He’s ready to march right upstairs, slam his door shut, and pretend that this is all totally normal. That he’s totally fine. This is what friends do. They help each other. And that’s what they are now. Friends.

“Wait.”

She looks at him, eyes precious, innocent, and sweet. Arms wrapped tightly around the pillow. It has him melting like ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Can you…stay with me a while?”

He swallows loudly, nervous and excited all at once. “Of course.”

She smiles softly, laying on the cushion with the blanket surrounding her. He kneels on the floor beside her, still in awe that this is happening.

“It smells like you,” she says, nose pressed into the pillow.

He laughs. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“Good. It smells good.”

It’s too much. He’s about to explode from glee. On the edge of the couch, he rests his arm, laying his head on it, gazing at her. He wants to brush the hair away from her forehead. Caress her delicate cheek with his hand. “Are you okay?”

“Still a little freaked out.”

“We should report it. I’ll let Onyankopon know now – ”

“We can talk to him in the morning. I don’t want to be left alone right now.” Her hand sneaks out from under the covers, inches from his. There’s electricity flickering in the small space. It jolts throughout his body, firing synapses into his brain.

“Can I hold your hand?” she asks, voice trembling.

He’s convinced he’s dreaming now. There’s no way this is happening. But it is. She’s here in front of him. As real as ever.

He hesitates, “Are you sure?”

She nods, carefully sliding her hand over his.

Everything plays in slow motion. They press their palms together slowly, fingertips lined up perfectly, skin-on-skin igniting the ember that still remains from months ago. Savoring this moment before it gets taken away. Their fingers interlock, fitting seamlessly as if they belong exactly like this.

Breathless, he asks again, “Are you sure this is okay?” His whole body vibrates from the palpations overwhelming his chest, still in disbelief this is actually happening.

“Yes, Eren.” Her voice is soft, supple. It soothes him, makes him feel at peace.

“I don’t want to rush this.”

“Me neither.”

They remain in this position for a while, cherishing it for all it’s worth. So much is communicated between them without speaking. It’s in the eyes, their touch. The warmth that she emits, filling him up with euphoria he can’t find elsewhere.

It’s different this time. It’s right. He’ll do everything in his power not to mess it up again. His word lost all value the second he used it against her. So instead of telling her how he feels, he has to show her. Prove to her that he’s no longer afraid.

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“Can I show you something?” He looks at you tenderly, eyes sparkling like brilliant emeralds unearthed through the dust.

Curious, you agree, giving him your full attention, a flutter in your belly from the anticipation.

He places your palm over his chest, holding you gently against him. Through the cotton of his shirt, you feel his heart pounding hard and fast.

“This is how I feel about you. This is what you do to me.”

You keep steady, relishing the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. Understanding exactly what he’s trying to convey to you.

The two of you were always lost in translation, unsure how the other felt, what the other wanted. You were on different pages, sometimes even in two different worlds. Somehow, someway, you are brought together again, now in the same orbit, revolving one other like the universe intended it.

Your story with Eren has already been written. It began at the start of fall semester, almost a year ago, and ended a few months later, before the bitter cold of winter. There are no rewrites, no rewinds to change the events that occurred. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, a chance at love was lost. Far from a fairytale ending.

Maybe this is the beginning of the sequel, a story about two people who are far from perfect finding their way back to each other for one last shot. Picking up the shattered fragments to build something beautiful from the ground up, piece by piece. There may be cracks or missing parts throughout. In the end, maybe it’ll be a masterpiece you can both be proud of, flaws and all.

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End Note: Thank you for all of you who have taken the time to read Rush the whole way through. It’s been such a fun ride and I hope it was worth it. The love and support I’ve gotten throughout means so much to me, I can’t thank you enough! I have a few ideas about what I want to write next, so stay tuned!

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anime-rambles · 1 year

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As It Should Have Been *RETIRED*

Pairing: Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of grape, omegaverse

Word Count: 2200+

A/N: Okay so, I got a bunch of great ideas that I was going to merge with the request I received from the prompt lists, but I wanted to make them longer than 500+ words. So the prompts are still open, and I have around 3/4 and for my own fics that I recently thought of the list is about 20+ now, a big mix of characters, ones that I haven't done yet like Denki, and Aizawa... I also started an Erwin fic today and it's a spicy one, the first of its kind.

On a side note, This fic I had released a snippet before but I am going to retire this fic, I don't really know where to go with it, as I had written like 2000 words, and I feel like it would be a waste not to release what I have as it kinda has an ending to it.

Summary: Bakugou didn't deserve to be where he was, he didn't deserve his number 1 spot as a pro-hero, he ruined your life and in turn, you will ruin his by taking everything he wanted in his life, a family, a happy omega and a successful rut.

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Fury, fury was all you could feel as you used your quirk to save not only yourself, your family but the civilians around you. The shining stars of UA had taken to charts as soon as they graduated, most of your friends were already in the top 10 and you couldn’t be prouder to have trained with them until now.

Now you were angry, the villains had attacked and the heroes rushed straight into attack, ignoring the building crumbling around them. Typical. You stalked towards the graduates, shoving reporters out of the way, trying to get to them. You could see his blonde hair already and you knew deep down that today would be the day you might possibly kill someone.

“BAKUGOU KATSUKI” You screamed as you got closer, shoving your hand forward and throwing an air current towards him. Bakugou dodge it just in time and all reporters around him stopped. His eyes met yours and you stood strong staring back at him.

“Well, well, well, look who appears once again, tck”

“I would happily never look at your face again Bakugou but somebody had their eye on the fucking top again and neglected to look around at what was happening.” you step closer to him, not backing down. You could feel your quirk under your skin begging to be released.

“You're just jealous y/n, some wanna be hero drop out just tryna get their 5 minutes of fame.” Bakugou stood forward.

“As if I would be jealous of the mighty dynamite, who would let civilians die around him.”

“Watch how you speak to me, omega, you have no right.”

“oh i have every right, as you almost got me and my family killed.” you stepped towards him again, the air around your hands starting to solidify. You could hear little pops coming from Bakugou’s hands.

“I might be a drop out of UA, an omega but I'll always have one thing you will never have Bakugou.”

“Tck, as if i need to hear this, you're dead to me y/n, live with that.” Bakguou said and stepped away from you.

“Don't you dare turn your back on me.” You shout and throw your quirk towards him, throwing him forward from the force.

“Don't make me put you in your place omega.” Bakugou got off the floor, and stalked towards you, releasing his pheromones in an attempt to break you into submission.

“How dare you use your pheromones against me” You scream, throwing yourself at him, clawing at him.

“I MAY BE AN OMEGA, BUT I’LL STILL KICK YOUR ASS” You added, Bakugou and you fought without quirks until you could feel yourself being dragged from him by a blur of red. You didn’t even have to look at the person to know who it was.

“Kirishima let me go, LET ME GO” You shout, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms.

“Calm down y/n, please this isn't the time or place for this.” He places you away from Bakugou and makes you look in his eyes. You nod and look around him, seeing all of your friends from UA, standing around.

“What's going on y/n, please tell us.” Mina says as she takes a step forward. You look at Bakugou and see Deku trying to calm him down.

“Well, it's a funny story actually, here i was just enjoying my day when a villain attacked the street, a lovely hero flew overhead attacking this villains and ignore the space they were in, now this hero had an explosion quirk and next thing you know the building I was under exploded and I had to activate my quirk, saving the civilians.” you say calmly and gesture to the area you came from. All heads turned to look, your quirk of air manipulation - force fields were currently holding massive boulders of concrete in the air and other heroes were pulling civilians from the broken building.

“Holy shit y/n, are you still holding that up? Always knew you were a badass” Denki asks looking at you.

“Yes Denki, I am, I had to train my hardest to keep up with you all this time” you smile at him.

“Too bad, you were good enough to stick around, tck” Bakugou says under his breath.

“Kacchen, that is so uncalled for.” Deku says, hitting him in the arm.

“You wanna say that louder” You take a step away from Kirishima and try to square up to Bakugou.

“Mom, can I come out of the bubble now?” a little voice could be heard. You instantly switch to parent mode and turn to look at your son.

“Of course, buddy I was just making sure it was safe, hence why I'm talking to these lovely heroes” you flick your hand and the protective bubble around your son disappears and he runs towards you. You pick him up, throw him in the air and catch him, causing him to giggle.

“Hold on a minute, there's a little y/n, walking around and I didn’t know” Kirishima asks grinning at the child in your arms.

“Hey baby look around you, look who's here” you whisper to your son, pointing around you. Your son gasps and points to each of the heroes.

“Red Rite…..pinky……dekuuuu…..chargy…BOOMBOOM….and SHOTOOOOOO” Your son wriggles out of your arms and runs towards Shoto, who instantly bends down to pick him up.

“Hey little man, you being good for mommy.” He asks, putting his full attention to your son. You smile looking at the two interacting.

“WAIT, YOU AND ICYHOT” Bakugou shouts, making his way towards you.

“IS THAT WHY YOU LEFT, YOU HAD A KID WITH ICYHOT, YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH HIM” He grabs your arms, forcing you to look at him.”

“Hey Shoto, can you take Akaashi for me for the moment?” you turn your head to look at Shoto who had your son turned away from you with Kirishima distracting him.

“Of course y/n”

As Shoto left with your son you turned to look at Bakugou once more. You took a breath and stared into his eyes.

“No Bakugou, I didn't not have a son with Shoto, if you stopped for a moment and actually looked at the kid you would notice some similarities with someone else present. Or if you used your head for a moment you would observe things around you.” you say calming, shoving his arms off you.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, looking at you. Not once breaking eye contact.

“Okay, let's try this again shall we, what age does my son look?” you ask him.

“I don't know, 6 maybe.”

“You haven't seen me in 4 years, how could he be 6?, no hes 3.” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“We were meant to go to the dance, but you never showed up and you disappeared y/n, I can't remember what happened the last i saw you.” he said, taking a step back.

“Okay, next question, what happened when you last saw me?”

“Well, why don't I tell the brilliant Bakugou, you came to me before the dance but not as my caring boyfriend, the love of my life no? What I got when I opened my door was a disgusting alpha full of rut pheromones, and used them against me, forcing me into heat, marking me and making me pregnant.”

“What” was all Bakugou could say and he tried to wrap his head around this new information.

“Look at him Katsuki, look at my son. Blonde hair and red eyes, sound familiar to you” you shout, tears leaving your eyes. Tears start to fill him also.

“Kacchan, please say you didn't,” Deku says quietly behind.

“He did Izuku, he did and left straight afterwards, when I confronted him later that night, he called me liar and claimed i cheated on him, stupid alpha didnt even know his own scent. Shortly afterwards I dropped out and Shoto saw me one day pregnant and has been taking care of us all this time. So although I can never have another alpha in my life, their is a plus, I know you can never have an omega in your life or have a successful rut ever again,” You stand tall as you look at Bakugou who was trying to rack his mind with the truth you had told him.

In a flash, Bakugou launched for you, grabbing you by the neck. Shoving his mouth onto his mark and bit down. You screamed out, trying to break away. Deku tried his hardest to pull him off you. Bakugou pumped out pheromones to calm you down or throw you into heat you weren't sure. You screamed out again as he bit harder, and a blur of red tackled you both to the ground. Kirishima pulled Bakugou off you, you could hear your son screaming in the background scared that his mother was hurted but you could also hear Shoto calming him down.

“What the hell Bakugou?” Kirishima shouted as he moved to look at your neck. Blood pooled around your collarbone as you tried to hold the bite tight.

“I HAD TO, I HAD TO MAKE SURE” He barked as he stood up again, looking at you with teary eyes.

“My words weren't enough?” You asked as Kirishima pulled you to your feet.

“Of course they are, I would never doubt you, I was a stupid kid back then so ashamed of what i done I-” Bakugou paused and looked around at all his friends, “..y-You could’ve been a shifter, you could’ve been a phony. No one here can smell you bar me, I had to know y/n it was you,” Bakugou brings his hands to his face and cries. Your friends stand around and watch him, no words are exchanged.

Paparazzi and news reporters had been cleared out from the area by your friends, giving you all some privacy. As Bakugou cried, you could feel your heart breaking. Yes you were mad and hurt by what had happened but Akaashi was the best thing that ever happened in your life. Yes you would’ve loved to have been a hero but being Akasshi’s mother was a dream come true. Yes there was still time to become a hero as you still had your hero license but right now your life was Akaashi. Tears formed in your eyes and you slowly stepped towards Bakugou. You reached for his arm to try and soothe him but he turned his body from yours. You reach forward again gripping his face and making him look at you.

“Even though you ruined my life for a time, I have to thank you” you stare into his eyes. He stares right back at you.

“You gave me two things that day, the most amazing child I will ever have and a glimpse of what my life would’ve been like shackled to your side and you know what I saw?” you ask him, not letting him look away from you.

“I saw a shitty excuse of an Alpha who has no right to be where he is today” You push his face away from yours and take a deep breath before turning your full attention to your son who was happily giggling in Shoto’s arms. You could hear Deku trying to comfort Bakugou but he simply shoves him off.

“Y/n PLEASE, let me know my son, let me make it up to you, let me explain everything” Bakugou runs to you and holds your arm, you refuse to turn and look at him.

“He is not your son, he will never be your son, you gave up that right all those years ago when you turned on me. Forget about him, he’ll never be yours” You reef your arm out of his hold and make your way towards Shoto and Akashi.

Once you reach them, Akashi holds out his arms for you to pick him up from Shoto’s arms. “Sho-to prowmised ic- crem” you son says to you. You giggle and reply, “Oh did he now, hmmm-” you look at Shoto who is pretending to look into the sky. “-well you have been a good boy today so okay, just this once” You kiss your son on the head and begin to walk away.

“Hey I’ve been a good boy too, can I get ice-cream” Denki asks as you begin to walk away, Mina wacks him on the arm and everyone begins to laugh and filter off except Bakugou, he can't move. His eyes are locked on you and his son, walking happily with Shoto. Fuming is brimming and taking over his entire soul. How can this be happening, his whole life and future is walking away from him. The future he gave up, the one he always wanted with you, the one he messed up all because he was a jealous kid who expected greatness without earning it first. There was one thing on Bakugou’s mind, he will get his family, he will get you back, and the truth he’s been hiding from since that night will be revealed. Damn his career, his friend's opinion, there's only one thing now he wants most in his life. That is to have you and Akaashi safe in his arms.

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m-jelly · 9 months

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Hello! I don't know if this where you can request? Bcs I usually read them. But if this is the correct place to request, then I would like to have a levi oneshot, a Hybrid AU to be specific? This is my first time requesting something, so idk how the system works?

So basically, the fem!reader is a petite, shy, smol bunny hybrid - she got bunny ears and tail in appearance and also has the bunny/prey instinct like. She works as a florist and is either reading or making a bouquet (or doing other stuff) during her free time.

levi - he's a wolf, the appearance is the same as how reader's is: got wolf ears and fluffy tail as well as the predator/alpha instinct, he kinda got dragged by hange and erwin for some purpose -

He just happened to came across her shop while walking around - well to be exact, trying to run away from his friends - and he smell a slight sweet aroma from the shop and just out of curiosity to find out who/what it is.

And that is where they meet. At that time the reader was very intimidated by levi bcs of him being the predator and ofc the frown he has on his face. So she kinda just froze whatever what she was doing and just stared at him intensely out of fear. (also she had to take over her friend's place at that time, usually she just works as a preparation of flowers) And then the introduction and the flow of the story is up to you.

My apologies if this request looks detailed. You can twist the plot in your own way bcs I hv a thing for predator & prey/ wolf & bunny concept, you know? (I very much adore them) hope you can understand them, English isn't my first language. It can be quite confusing. You can ignore them if it's difficult for you - since I already read your request information, so I'm worried if this is how it should be. Other than that, remember to take your time and have breaks to rest!

Anon? I LOVE this request. I've done a bunny reader x wolf Levi long fic and I am addicted to the concept. I love it so much!

@ladycheesington <;3 Bringing this banner back to remember the fun fic!

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Pairing: Levi x fem! Reader

Tags and warnings: Future AU, hybrids, wolf Levi, bunny reader, fluff, romance, falling in love, gaining trust

Levi runs from his friends and gets enchanted by the nice scent of his destined mate. Levi tries to get to know you, but you're very nervous. Levi keeps coming to the shop to earn your trust and finally asks you on a date.

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Levi was irritated by his friends, who had dragged him around the city. He wanted to go home and be left alone. He was jogging through the street, but he slowed down when he smelt something so intoxicating to him. His tail wagged a little as he followed the wonderful smell to a cute florist.

He pushed open the door to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life. He felt breathless as he gazed at you, your adorable little bunny ears twitching now and then as you focused on arranging some flowers for an order.

Levi's tail started wagging fast as he felt joy fill his heart. He moved closer to you and tried to control his excitement, but it was a bit hard. "H-Hi!"

You jumped at the voice and looked up to see a big wolf gazing at you. Your ears went back as you shook a little. You didn't know what to say or do. Normally you were prepared to talk to people, but seeing a wolf just appear out of nowhere was hard. Plus, you felt this intense connection to him on a deep romantic level.

Levi moved closer and leaned on the counter. "Are you okay?"

You back up a bit as he stared at you with a frown. You let out a little whimper. You didn't know what to say. The wolf before you was incredibly handsome, even though he had a frown. You felt bad for freezing up, but your old predator and prey instincts had flared up.

Levi's ears flattened as he whined. "I've scared you...I'm sorry. It's just...you smell like my mate and you're so pretty."

You gulped hard. "S-Sorry, you umm...surprised me."

Levi perked up and his tail began wagging hard again. "I'm sorry too! I won't hurt you, I just want to talk to you." He pointed. "I will buy something. I love flowers. Um...can we talk?"

You shifted a little. "I um...sure."

He wagged his tail fast. "Really? Wonderful!" He cleared his throat and hurried around the shop. "I'm Levi."

You gave your name. "Umm."

Levi grabbed a few flowers and hurried over to you as he hugged the flowers. "These."

You gazed at his tail wagging and smiled a little. "Those?"

"Yes."

You took them for him and wrapped them up. You told him the price and let him pay for it all. "Thank you."

He gazed at you. "You're pretty."

You gasped as Levi ran out of the shop and left you alone with your thoughts. You blushed a little and felt rather happy. You were still a little scared, but he was rather cute and sweet under the surface.

Your friend leaned in the doorway and gazed at you. "He's back again."

Your cheeks burned as you thought about Levi. Levi had come to visit you often. He would buy a lot of flowers and plants and ask to see you. At first, you were nervous around him but you soon got to know him and he was rather nice and sweet.

You cleaned your hands and smiled. "I'll go see him."

"You know, he's rather cute for a wolf."

You felt your cheeks burn. "Yeah."

She hummed a laugh. "A wolf and a bunny, huh? Adorable. He'll hunt you do for kisses and cuddles."

You shifted a little. "That sounds...nice..." You hurried out of the room and bumped into Levi. "Hello."

Levi's tail wagged hard. "Hi."

You hummed a laugh. "Your tail gives your emotions away."

"My face fails me, but my tail always shows how I feel."

"You must really like me."

He nodded. "I do." He gulped hard. "Are you still scared of me?"

You shook your head. "No, you've proven you're a nice wolf."

He walked closer to you. "You smell good."

You blushed a little. "Thank you."

He leaned closer and sniffed. "Mm."

You giggled as he sniffed the crook of your neck. "Tickles."

He pulled back and blushed. "Sorry."

Your little tail wiggled in happiness. "You're really cute."

"If...I'm cute...would...would you like to umm...go on a date with me?" He gulped hard. "I know I'm scary still, but umm...I like you and I feel a connection to you. I think we're mates."

You reached over and took his hand in yours. As soon as you touched, you both felt electricity shoot through you both. "I feel it too."

He gasped and pulled out a little brooch with a flower encased inside it. "I made this for you. The flower I got here, but I made the brooch. I just wanted you to know how serious I am about you."

You took it and pinned it on yourself. "I love it. Thank you so much."

He smiled as his tail wagged hard. "Tch, damn it brat bunny, you make me so happy."

You hummed a laugh. "You make me happy too."

"S-So, date?"

You nodded. "Date sounds great."

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lemonmaid · 1 year

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hey champ, could you do a omega male reader royal AU with any of the SnK men? Erwin, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Armin, Jean - anyone. Pardon for bothering.

Hey! I couldn't pick either of them, the possibilities are endless so I just did them all and picked out more scenarios. This is more than what you asked but still. I hope you enjoy!

Dragon Erwin

Apex Alpha x Omega

Imagine you're a prince on an adventure, why? To prove to your family that you are ready to take the throne. On your way, you find a small village in desperate help; they tell you a tale or an old prophecy of a hero coming and over-throwing a dragon and ending its reign of terror, well there's a slight problem...

"There is a dragon I say! We've seen it with our own eyes!"

(Name) nodded their head, 'okay lady, as if dragons haven't been extinct for hundreds of years' "Ma'am I would really love to help, but I see no dragon here nor any issues".

The old woman got red in the face, "Do you see any crops? Do you see the once gushing waterfall? No?! That's because a dragon has made our home their home! The land is cursed!!".

(Name) did look around the town, it was very dry, but that could be from numerous things, like maybe to the new build damn that kingdom had sent out a noticed to all the near by towns.

"What kind of hero are you? Do you doubt the people in need?". The crowd around the two agreed, bickering.

(Name) sighed, "Okay, I'll look for the dragon". Not wanting to tarnish his barely known reputation.

The town cheered.

"So where is this dragon?".

'Of course it had to be an abandoned castle with lava. Noooo it couldn't be a cave in a mountain or a crater in a field'.

(Name) carefully walked acrossed an old bridge, "for my honor, for my family, for the town filled with delusional citizens" he repeated.

The castle was barren, nothing but old family crest that used to mean something to someone, an old throne room, and skeletor remains.

'Wait... human remains?'. (Name) quickly pulled out their sword.

"So after 500 years of war, this is what they sent me? An omega?"

"You!- how can you smell my scent?! Show yourself!"

The voiced groaned, "I rather not, I was sleeping comfortably until you showed up. Can't a man get a few hundred years of sleep?".

(Name) gulped, slowly walking towards the voice. "Well I wouldn't call you a man...beast? Maybe, but you are far from a man".

The voiced sighed, "I do supposed you are correct".

"So are these bodies from your cause?"

"No. They were like this when I got here. Probably another useless war from you humans. They say we dragons are the greedy ones, when really all you humans take and take".

(Name) was getting nervous, it was dark, there was no light sources besides the red glow of lava that came from outside.

"Boo".

(Name) screamed, turning himself around, pointing his sworded at a tall blonde hair man.

"YOURE A MAN?"

The man smiled, moving the sword away from his face. "Of course, we "beast" can shaped shift".

(Name) just stared at the man confused.

"Would you like to join me for some tea?"

"How the hell do you have tea?"

"Am hundreds of years old, I have tea from all around the world and tea from dead societies. I also have a good friend who brings me some regularly".

The blond man started walking away from (Name), "Wait! What about that prophecy?!"

The man chuckled, "you fell for that scam? I almost feel bad now. Your stuff is probably already stolen if you did leave stuff".

(Name)'s face fell.

"Aww don't cry now mega, now come and join me and we can chat".

Guard Levi

Omega x Omega

Your parents thought that you needed a gaurd, so who do they choose? The best of the best.

Levi came from a family-long line of assassins. When (Name) was born, Levi only five was sworn under oath to protect the young heir.

When (name) started walking, he always held hands with Levi.

If Levi was training, (Name) was always close by watching.

Can't fine the young prince? Check the training grounds, he was probably watching the young knight.

"I want you to train me on how to be a knight!"

Levi looked dumbfounded, "not a chance".

"Eh! Why not!"

"One, you're an omega"

"Well you are an omega too!"

"Yeah, but I'm not an omegan prince. They can afford to lose me"

(Name) frowned, "don't say that...".

Levi sighed, "I won't train you how to be a knight"

"But, I will train you on how to use a sword".

(Name)'s face brightened.

As (Name) trained they were covered in bruises and their bones ache.

"Your form is off, again... which is why I can just stab you, right here".

(Name) felt the pointed edge behind their knee, sweat dripped down his forehead. "You know".

(Name) took a breath, "maybe go a little easy on me? Kinda never held a sword before" he chuckled.

"You can ask the next assassin to go easy on you when I am not around".

"Please, you aren't leaving soon, you're not dying of old age yet are you?" (Name) laughed.

Levi sighed and paused, "(Name)...they want me on the front lines of an upcoming attack on the south".

(Name)'s heart dropped, "you're kidding".

"Can't say I am".

Prince Eren

Alpha x Omega

An arranged marriage between two kingdoms that have been at war for centuries. You and Eren have been meeting/courting since you two were able to speak. As children, you two never understood why you were always around each other every holiday or summer break, but you two were best friends for the time being. Then Eren grew into being the rebellious teen, he always dismissed you or even flat out ignore your presence.

"Why do I have to be damsel again! Why can't you!?" Young (Name) whined.

"Because you're a snot nosed omega cub!"

"Am Not!"

"Are too! That's why my dad said we are going to be married when we are older" Young Eren scoffed.

"I haven't even shown any signs of being an omega! So how did they know I won't be an alpha and you an omega?!"

"Because all first borns in my family are alphas! Right Mikasa?".

(Name) looked over at Mikasa who just nodded their head.

"Whatever, I don't want to play this game anymore".

♡

"You are just a late bloomer that's all, it just takes time for some pups to show their second gender". The (L/N)'s royal physician tried to reassure the family of (Name)'s gender. (Name) was already 12 and hadn't reach their growth spert or shown any signs of a scent change.

"Young Master, Master Eren is here for his visit".

(Name) and Eren sat in a field together, watching the citzizens below the hill carry out their day. (Name)'s face scrunched up, "You smell different".

"I am an alpha". Eren's face softened.

"Oh.."

(Name)'s face fell, pouting.

Eren smiled down at them and pat their head, "It's fine, you still have time".

After a few years of being separated, the two changed. (Name) stayed the same while Eren and his family went under scandal after it being proven that Eren wasn't heir to the thrown but his bastarded older brother. To "celebrate" missing birthdays Eren's mother threw a party for her step son.

"Oh you actually came"

"Well... yeah I was invited by your parents..."

Eren tch, "Even though you are a disgrace to your family?"

"Excuse me?"

"You don't even have a second gender, you are disgrace to your family and kingdom, can you even run a kingdom when your body is messed up? Can you even make decision when your body cant".

"You know what Eren, I was invited by your mom to see what is wrong with you or even to cheer you up with all this teenage edge you got going on, but fuck you. I feel bad for Mikasa who does nothing but listen to your nonsense".

"(NAME)!"

"Don't walk away from me (Name)!".

After a few more years, Eren's family was assassinated by his brother and his brother's army. Eren and his army have been taking over what little kingdom they controlled, making alliances with enemy kingdoms, and the use of dark magic.

"..Eren what have you done?"

"I did what an a king does. I protect my kingdom and my family. They started this when they killed my parents and made me king. I understood my place... it's time you did the same, omega".

Assassin Reiner

Alpha x Omega

As the only sole heir to a dying throne, you were the miracle of the kingdom. Due to being a precious miracle, you were kept up in the castle your whole life. Every family has enemies, you just happened to be the next target.

Reiner was undercover as a gardener, his next target Prince (Name), why? Because (L/N)'s kingdom was a dying one and Reiner's king thought might aswell take the family out while they are weak.

But every attempt to kill the omegan heir made Reiners heartstrings pull, maybe it was something in his DNA or how he was raised to treat omegas.

"Reiner! Look!". (Name) came running from inside the castle holding papers.

"I got a perfect marks on my lesson because of yout help in autonomy!". (Name) smiled so brightly .

"Thats... great". Reiner once again clenching the knife in his pocket.

"My teacher said that it was amazing because there wasn't even books about some of the things that you taught me! Where did you learn about vocal cords and that stuff about stomachs?".

Reiner started to sweat,"Oh... my mother was a doctor....".

(Name) looked puzzled, "huh, I guess where you are from it's okay to do autopsies then? Because I think the church would have our heads for that! Haha!".

"Right....."

(Name) looked down at the bed beside Reiner, "What flowers are you putting in today?".

"Oh... just some flowers that will grow in the winter and some that will grow in the summer"

"What kind?"

Reiner smiled softy, "marigolds and dry white roses".

Reiner needed to be careful more, for himself and for (Name).

Mage Armin

Beta x Omega

Armin was a young mage, or even a mage in training. In this world magic is very limited and only few people are born with the ability to use and read ancient texts. So when Armin is hired by a royal family to cure their only son from a curse that was placed on you as a baby. What is that curse? No one knows, not even the royal physician could see what's wrong with you. Is it paranoia or a real curse.

Armin was chanting the third scripture of the day, the intense was burning, salt around the windows, every precaution measure was taken.

As the meditation ended, the two sat in silence.

Armin coughed, "so do you feel any different?"

(Name) sighed, "nope".

Armin grabbed his checkboard, "so you are definitely not possession, so that takes that off the list".

(Name) just hummed while they stared at the ceiling.

"I can't find anything, even looking at your medical records, no diseases or counts of plague".

"That's not surprising. I'm pretty sure that my dam just imagined an old woman talking to me in the middle of the night. I mean what does no sleep do to a person".

"Hmmm, that could be a possibility but it is good to find out for sure".

"Well, it's been like this since that day and so far we've found nothing so far".

"Oh that reminds me". Armin went through his magic endless bag.

"Happy birthday (name)".

(Name) smiled fondly at the small present, "what is it?".

Armin smiled and took a seat next to (Name), "go ahead. Open it".

As (Name) opened the little box, he looked inside, "A necklace?".

"It's a special necklace, watch".

Armin took the necklace out of (Name)'s hands, putting on the bed. With a wave of his hand, the amulet glowed, then showing a map of the world.

"Woah! Is this where we live?".

Armin chuckled, "Yeah and here's where I am from".

(Name) looked fondly at the small holographic map.

"Once we figure out your curse, I wanna show you the world. You don't need to stay in this tower all the time, if you are going to be king, you need to see all the cultures and the world!".

Bounty Hunter Jean

Alpha x Omega

"GOD DAMN IT, I SAID GET OUT!".

(Name) was the only mage in his kingdom, he was also apparently the only one the King was willing to hire, sending a Bounty Hunter to bother him until he was confined.

CRASH

Another bottle of enchantment was gone, broken in front of a tree where many others lied. Jean huffed, "this would just be easier if you would come with me".

(Name) grabbed their broom and walked over. "I can't leave! I've got a farm of plants and chickens to take care of!"

Speaking of chickens, a flock came up right behind the man, following his every move.

"Are you going to take care of them?". (Name) glared at Jean, pointing his broom into Jean's chest.

Jean put his hands up in the air, "Listen, I'm only here-".

(Name) rolled his eyes,"To take me to see the King because he declared an audience with me, ya ya, I heard you all morning. Is that all?".

"Yeah?".

"Good". (Name) started to whisper.

"Wait!-"

Jean was blowned back to the beginning of the woods.

"FUCKING WITCHES!".

Sorry this took so long 'champ' anon! I really couldn't pick so I said fuck it and did them all! If anyone or the situations interest you go ahead and I'll write a couple out! Thank you so much for the request!. Also some of the people fo have shorter lengths because I was stumped on some, sorry if it looked more lazy! I will try my best next time!.

Yes, for many of you wondering I am still working on Isseki back into Twisted Wonderland, I just have extreme writes block if that one.

#aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x male reader #eren yeager x reader #erwin x reader #levi x reader #reiner braun x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader

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Alpha!Levi x Omega!Reader: if omegaverse isn't your thing, keep scrolling! NSFW!! Minors, DNI. Tags: established relationship, fem!reader, chubby reader IMPLIED but not explicitly stated, a healthy dose of fluff, but equally smutty, hybrids, claiming, mating bites. angst if u squint. NSFW TAGS/TW: hybrids, wet dreams, mating, cockwarming, mention of knots, breathplay if you squint, dom/sub undertones, Alpha x Omega, claiming, somnophilia if you squint. "Long associated with lovers, Rose benefits both men and women, balancing emotions and healing the heart. Medicinally it is used for increasing libido, rejuvenating the reproductive system and enhancing fertility."

Dirt. You'd gotten used to the smell of it, the taste of it since joining the Scouts. You've felt it stuck between your molars after a long day, had it kicked into your eyes by sparring partners; it even greets you in the sheets when it's time to tuck in for the night. No matter how clean your quarters were, it followed you everywhere. You were certain that there was only one bed in the whole slew of Survey Corps barracks that remained granule-free: Levi's.

It was not a belief, but a fact. As his Omega, you were occasionally granted the luxury of relishing in the soft, clean linen that clung to your body like a warm hug.

Being his Omega had its drawbacks, too, though.

Captain Levi was often busy, too busy for typical Alpha duties. If anyone asked him, he probably would have told them that he hadn't meant to become your Alpha; it merely happened by chance after falling victim to your charm and charisma, that mouth that he just loved to quiet in ways that a better man may find unconventional, those wide hips that just filled out your Scout uniform so well, plush thighs that were so soft when they hugged his cheeks... Like many great things in life, it was an accident. A certain alignment of the planets, if you will, that brought the two of you together. He was grateful for you, truly, but there were days that he thought you'd perhaps be happier with an Alpha who could give you all of their attention and more. Or, if nothing else, an Alpha whose life wasn't on the line every single day.

"But Levi," you'd say, his rough palm in yours, "all of our lives are on the line. I'm proud to say that my Alpha is one of the few that are trying to make this world a better place." Beaming, you would be, your eyes full of warmth.

God, he just loved you so much.

And that's why, this week, he just needed space. Since witnessing the aftermath of the 57th Exterior Scouting Mission, he'd chosen to put a little distance between you and his work. You were lucky enough to sit that one out due to your heat, that he was already a bit sour for having to miss, but since returning... he couldn't look at your sweet, hopeful face without a feeling of dread creeping up the back of his neck. The same dread that he felt when he saw Petra's corpse in the woods, when he saw Isabel's disembodied head, when Erwin had him cornered on that fateful day in the Underground... You were too good for him, too sweet. Someone in his line of work simply did not deserve something so lovable, so fragile.

So easily broken.

"Levi, you're bleeding!" Hange screeched, snatching a chip of the Female Titan's hardened shell from his grasp. "Brute strength isn't going to break through her hardening ability. We've all tried." They took to a more reproachful tone, somewhat woeful, even. "I know you're upset about losing your squad. They were fine soldiers, every single one. But you know as well as I do that it's--,"

"Alpha?" You peeked your head in from the door to his Quarters, eyes widening once they fell on Hange. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I can come back!" You smiled politely at them, your fist crossing over your chest into a salute-- they were still your superiors, after all. You watched the way Hange's features swept from solemn to pleased, the corners of their mouth inching upward into a delighted grin.

"Nothing quite like an Omega's company to brighten a room! It's okay, 'Mega, I will come back later." They snatched away the chip in question, tucking it so quicky into their pocket that you missed it entirely. Hange made to leave the room, but stopped to shake their head and murmur something about how cute you were before turning on their heel and exiting, the door to Levi's quarters clicking shut behind them.

Levi regarded you coolly, his eyebrows tilted upward as you hold the salute. "Oh! Sorry," you giggled, dropping your fist and coming to rest at his side, your step missing its usual bounce. He doesn't miss it, either.

"What's wrong, Omega?" He inquired, allowing you to sidle next to him, somehow still shorter than him when he's sitting. It amused him, as it always does.

"Nothing!" You feigned. A smile tried to play upon your lips, but it wasn't worth the force it required. You felt your stomach turning at the proximity of your Alpha, but even the pull of his pheromones couldn't twist you free from the tangled mood you found yourself in. He didn't need the weight of your problems on his shoulders as well, though. "'Just didn't sleep great last night. I usually don't when it's just..,"

“I apologize,” he sighed, “I promise I haven’t forgotten, little one. It’s just that, since the mission—,”

“Don’t sweat it,” you smiled again, although missing your usual heart. “You’re a busy man, Captain. You can’t play Alpha all of the time.”

Your choice of words gave him pause, and he had to fight to withhold the sharp intake of breath that they provoked. Playing Alpha? What were you implying?

You gave him a quick peck and made to walk off, but Levi caught your wrist. His eyes were unreadable, the color of steel shining back at you with what could only be described as a glare. “What are you talking about?”

He finally allowed himself an eyeful of you. You were disheveled, but clean. Your uniform was pressed and pristine as usual, but some of your straps were loosely clasped, the buttons of your collar misplaced. You had bags under your eyes that looked to be weeks old. You looked exhausted. Had you been sparring? Did someone hurt you? What did he miss?

“Nothing, Captain,” you murmured, shaking your arm from his grasp. “I can go if you’re busy. I just… haven’t seen you since I..,”

Your heat! His eyes widened, he’d nearly forgotten. He held his breath for a moment before asking, tenderly, "How did it go, little Omega? Without me?"

You turned to him, then, and the floodgates opened. The tears came before you could stop them, falling from your eyes and pooling on your cheeks in wet ribbons that glittered in the candlelight of Levi's desk. He took your arms, both of them this time, and turned to face you. "It was awful!" You wept. "I-it... hurt so bad without you, Alpha. And I didn't even know if you'd come back, but then you did, and your entire team was gone! I understand, I'm trying to give you space, but... I really miss you!" You hiccupped, your face falling into the junction of his neck and shoulder. His scent gave you some relief, all woodsy and herbal, like a fine tea.

It didn't fix the problem, though.

He wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. He just hated to see his Omega so upset. At times like this, he really did feel like he was "playing Alpha"-- he didn't know how to be exactly... comforting. He could protect you, provide for you, give you more security than you'd ever need-- but that isn't what you needed. You were a fine soldier without him, you didn't need protection or provision; what you needed was someone to keep you whole in times like this, times where the world felt so big and you, so small.

"Omega," he started, tracing comforting circles on your back. "I'm... sorry I missed your heat. Sometimes..," fuck, how did he say this? He pulled you closer, encouraging you to fall into his lap. True to your Omega nature, you had a healthy figure and your thick thighs easily enveloped his own in their warmth. It was in this moment that he'd realized, he had never held you this way before. He hoisted an arm around your waist to hold you snugly. "Sometimes I wish that my life was my own. That I could be a proper Alpha and give you my heart, soul, and my bite. It's what you deserve--,"

"Deserve?" You sniffled, turning your head to the side to face him. "You don't think I deserve you, Levi?"

Fuck. This is why he didn't do comfort. He wasn't good at it. "That's not what I meant."

"I know what I signed up for," you continued, fitting your arm over his. "I didn't sign up for an Alpha who would relent to claiming me the second he was able, or an Alpha that could hold me every night and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. We both know that this world is full of monsters that you can't protect me from," you sighed, your eyes falling to the report he was writing. You didn't look very long, but you could see enough to make out the descriptions of the Female Titan's rampage in the forest.

"I could try," his arm tightened around you. "If that's what you wanted."

"I'm a Scout," You sat up in his lap proudly. "And I have been for longer than you. I can protect myself. I just... hope that one day, during our lifetimes, we'll get to retire to a world where a mating bond wouldn't be the difference between life and death. Where we could live happily, as mates, maybe even have..," you bit your lip. You didn't need to continue.

Levi didn't miss the way a tear slipped down your cheek and onto his desk, smudging the ink on his report.

"Did you know that Erwin has a mate?" He murmured into your ear, lacing his fingers in with yours. "She's not in the Scouts. They met long before he became Commander."

You turned toward him. "Is it supposed to be a secret?"

He hummed thoughtfully. "I don't know. I don't imagine he'd tell me if not for a reason."

"Why... why do you think he told you?"

With a sigh, Levi relented. "Probably to encourage me to do the same."

Eyes wide, you gaped at him. Sure he didn't mean... "To... take a mate?"

"I have to admit, it isn't something I had given much thought to before... the mission. But... when we came back, and we re-entered the gates, I was approached by a gentleman. Petra's father. He seemed to be under the impression that she and I were courting; I'm sure it was a misunderstanding, but his words still... resonated. He said something along the lines of, 'We know that Scouts often live short lives, and we just want you two to make the most of it while you can'."

Your eyes fell to the floor at the mention of Petra and the idea of your own mortality being drilled even further into your head. You just wanted to escape it all.

Levi massaged your digits gently with his own, calling your attention back to him. You were warm in his grasp, growing sleepy as he comforted you with soft caresses, warming you from the inside out. You sighed and leaned forward onto his desk, waiting for a protest that never came. He simply tucked a stray lock of your hair behind your ear and allowed you to lay your head on his desk, nuzzling an arm beneath your face. Consoled by his scent, you allowed the tears in your eyes to dry and to Levi's pleasure, you started to purr while his digits mindlessly twirled at strands of your hair. You were laying on the report he was writing, but he had to admit, it was one of the more difficult tasks on his to do list and he didn't mind putting it off for a while longer. Instead, he settled on reviewing Survey Corps candidates for his squad... seeing as how he'd have to build it from the ground up.

His work was guided by your even breaths, exhausted from your previous heat and all of the time that you'd had to spend without your Alpha. It hurt him more than he cared to admit, the thought of you twisting and turning in your sheets, comforted only by the spare cloak he'd left you to curl into while he was off, risking his life for the sake of mankind. For the possibility that maybe, someday, he could make you a proper Omega, give you a proper bond, and maybe... Maybe someday, a family.

Sighing, he turned his attention back to his candidates. The first on the list-- Eren Jaeger. Eren was a no-brainer; he'd proven his loyalty in the forest, something that Levi considered to be one of the only good things that happened that day. He had earned his spot. He embarked on the slew of paperwork that the motion entailed, his eyes flicking across the pages, bored... and sleepy. Having you in his lap was no help, your quiet snores and gentle mewls adding to the somnific atmosphere. He hadn't slept properly in days; every time he closed his eyes, he saw them-- his fallen soldiers, his comrades, brothers and sisters in arms. With a soft 'tch', he swatted those images away and carried on, losing himself in his work for the hundredth time that night.

You were more restless than usual, he noticed as you snoozed away. Omegas tended to be heavy sleepers, but you were twitching and groaning and he was beginning to think he'd have to wake you up when he... smelled it. He felt like an absolute dog, sniffing at the air, but he just... had to be sure.

He slid his chair back several inches in surprise at the confirmation, a little moan falling from your parted lips when he did so. Your hips twitched over his, the slightest wiggle releasing another waft of the aroma towards him. Were you... aroused? His eyes were trained on you, his mouth falling agape at the realization, his head cocking to the side. God, this was not the time. He had so much to do, he was still at his desk for Maria's sake! His body... deprived of touch, of sleep, of comfort... it couldn't help but react in kind to the way you squirmed against him, your brows furrowed and your sweet, sweet purr growing in its intensity.

He cursed, your name falling from his lips in a harsh whisper. "Wake up, Omega."

You only whined in response, whatever dream you were having seeming to be much more interesting than your actual, living Alpha that was growing very... impatient beneath you. To further emphasize that point, he didn't miss the soft exclamation of "alpha" that left you.

He looked to the ceiling as if to ponder why? before finally, placing a firm hand on your back and leaning forward, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. "I hope you're having a nice dream, Omega."

Your eyes opened at once. You gasped, unable to move from your position with Levi pressing you so firmly into the wood of his desk. It hurt a bit, but you were so mortified by the ordeal that the pain barely registered.

God damn it all, he's really gonna let me have it...

"I-I'm so sorry, Alpha! I just... missed you so much during my heat, it was all I could think about--, I..," He cut you off with a gentle purr, rocking his hips into yours as if to placate you.

"It's okay," he said, not easing up one bit on the pressure. "I'm gonna let you up now, Omega. But you aren't going anywhere." You swallowed thickly, nodding to the best of your ability. He slid the chair back enough for you to move, an accidental shake of your hips acquainting you with his unmistakable hardness, pressed delightfully against you. The heat on my cheeks could boil a stew, you thought to yourself idly. You stood up, but that's all you did-- you were waiting for your Alpha's instructions, like a good little Omega.

Levi's warm hands began to explore, traveling the expanse of your body from the curves of your hips to the softness of your breasts-- all through your uniform, of course. Your breath hitched in your throat when he reached around you, his hands settling on your belt. He pulled you backwards into him, hard and waiting, as his digits went to work on the buckle. Your pants came undone in record time thanks to your Alpha's expert hands; he softly instructed you to keep your legs together, 'don't let them fall lower than here'. They settled at your mid-thigh, followed shortly by your underwear-- thoroughly soaked.

"Alpha," You squeaked, the muscles of your thighs clenching your legs impossibly closer together as the cool air brushed your quivering wetness. "Do you... really want to do this in your office?"

He took a moment to reply, some shuffling indicating that he was indisposed. He made you wait for his response, your legs shaking at the exposure, feeling utterly humiliated at even the idea of someone walking in--...

"Sit."

You didn't waste a second. You jerked in surprise when you made contact with his bare skin, his bare cock, hard and warm-- god, so fucking warm. So searingly hot as you sank down the length of it, no preamble required. You withheld a moan when he jerked you backwards, closer to him. Your choked gasp as he wrapped a large hand loosely around the column of your throat is music to his ears. He purrs lowly, intensely, basking in the closeness but never moving. "I have work to do."

"C-can I--?" You finish your sentence with a quake of your hips, stilled almost immediately by his domineering grasp. You whimpered, but there was no fear. There was no malice. You missed this, you missed him-- and you would take whatever he gave you.

"Still, Omega. Let your Alpha finish his work."

You nodded. All you could do was nod and whimper and whine, impaled on Levi's thick cock, twitching inside of you with all of your pretty little sounds. You were grateful, at least, that his command didn't include being quiet-- you weren't sure if you would even be capable of it, given the circumstances.

You glanced down at his desk to occupy you, surveying the scattered paperwork, but it was hard for you to focus on anything other than the feeling of him caressing your depths, filling you in only the way your Alpha could. You clenched and unclenched around him, hoping for some reprieve, but you were met only with his firm hand around your throat once more. He squeezed lightly, in warning, before bringing a soft kiss to the line of your jaw. He opened his mouth to speak, but you both froze in place at the sound of footsteps outside of his door. Your eyes fell on the wooden slab across the room. Your heart rate quickened against your ribcage, the rhythmic thumping feeling so much louder than you knew it to be.

The footsteps outside in the hall brought with them two voices, and you listened as keenly as you could in order to decipher their conversation, but you just couldn't. You just couldn't focus on anything other than the feeling of Levi, shoved so deeply and snugly within your womb that you swore you could feel him in your throat. Not peeling his watchful eyes away, he continued his ministrations, slowly. His kisses to your jaw trailed to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there lightly. In your hyperresponsive state, you couldn't help the chill that befell you at the sensation of his canines catching so lightly at the junction between your neck and shoulder.

He chuckled, deep and libidinous. "You're doing so good, little Omega," he praised, his breath hot over the sensitive skin on your neck. You could feel the pulsing of your scent glands, crying for him, aching for a little bit of attention from your big, strong Alpha.

Levi's canines were aching in kind, as if he could feel your pain. You felt unusually tight around him today, extraordinarily wet and just so ready for him. For all of him. Must be something in the tea, he thought, his mind briefly revisiting the new blend of leaves he'd been gifted by Erwin earlier in the week. Something clicked into place in a far corner of his mind, but he actively chose to ignore it in favor of the way your hips were tilting ever so slightly, as if they weren't governed by conscious thought. How cute.

It was taking every ounce of his self-control not to take you by the hips and pull you close, fucking into you with a new kind of fervor. Unrestrained, instinctual, giving you more of him while taking even more of you. With the darkness and grief of his last outing as Captain still weighing heavy on his mind, he wished nothing more than to succumb to the desire that you were coaxing from him. Your scent was sweet and heavy in his mind and he was fighting to betray his urges. Harder than you would ever understand.

"Alpha," you groaned, wistfully, "they're gone..," you breathed in a whisper, your now ricking into his lap with a purpose.

Something snapped, then, within Levi. As if the glass had finally shattered after chipping away with each and every pound of a fist. He growled low in his chest and pulled you away from him (not without noticing the way you cried out in wanton at the loss of contact), his hands grasping your plush hips with ease. He commanded you to remove your fatigues, which you did with haste. He assists you in removing your top, exposing your encased breasts as he reclaimed his seat and pulled you atop him once more; this time, with you facing him.

"Levi," you breathed, your wide eyes falling upon the flush of his cheeks. When your gaze flitted upwards to his steely gray stare, your breath hitched in your throat at the look of longing that he gave you. You had never seen him so flustered, almost appearing nervous. One hand splayed out against the fat of your ass, squeezing gently, and the other reaching forward to tuck a flyaway behind your ear. Gone was the moodiness from when you'd first approached him, and gone was the lust that clouded your movements when he'd first nuzzled himself inside of you. You wanted him intimately, you just wanted him close to you.

Instead of responding, he lifted you only enough to slide home again, effectively stealing the breath from your lungs as you sink down onto his length. A moan escaped your lips. You closed your eyes again when he started rocking into you, biting your lip and riding his thick erection to the best of your ability in the position he had chosen. You were grateful for the closeness, the way your skin pressed against his so closely that you could almost imagine his heartbeat against your chest, quickening and thrumming hard against his ribcage. His hands clutched at you as if he were scared someone was going to pull you away, his hips beginning to hammer upward into you fervently as he leaned forward to press sloppy kisses to your face and neck-- so unlike the Alpha you had grown used to.

Levi was a meticulous Alpha; his touches were calculated and his hands always steady. He exercised self-control on a level that almost scared you at times, always assuring that every one of your little Omega needs were taken care of. You could never dream of being with anyone else, and you always knew you were so, so lucky to have him. In moments like these, you didn't need a bond to know the truth; he was yours and you were his. Moments like these, when his fingertips melted into your skin like hot coals on ice; when his breath was hot and sweet against your face, panting sweet nothings into your mouth as the two of you climbed to your peaks.

"Omega," he panted, your title falling from his lips so sweetly as they ghosted over yours. "My Omega."

You ran your tongue over your lower lip, making contact with his own. He kissed you, hungrily, his arms wrapping around your waist. "My sweet, perfect little Omega."

Was this even the Levi you knew? The Levi that made you scrub the washtub clean eight times after your bath because you "did it too fast" the first time? The same Levi that, upon meeting you, glared at you and asked, "Are you lost, Omega?"

You smiled against his lips when they planted firmly over your own once more. Yes, it is.

And he was all yours.

"Alpha," you whined, rocking even more desperately against his thrusts. "T-touch me, please..,"

You had barely gotten the words out when he pulled away slightly, making a show of the way he licked his right thumb before bringing it down to your clit. You threw your head back at the contact, releasing an unfettered moan in a voice that you hardly recognized as your own.

Your scent glands throbbed on your neck as they filled the room with your sweetness, calling out to Levi.

He stiffened underneath you. His movements stuttered for a couple of beats, but continued their steady pace into your warm heat after a quick recovery.

"Levi, I'm so... so close," you whimpered pitifully against him as he purred, peppering your neck in more kisses. Levi didn't purr often, but he would do so for you if you asked. You were shocked, however, for him to be doing it so freely today.

You closed your eyes to take it all in-- his purr vibrating against you, his thumb working tight circles around your clit, and his knot beginning to catch at your quivering walls. It was all too much and you were teetering on the edge. Your neck was at peak sensitivity, your head tilting forward and to the side instinctually. It would be the perfect time for him to-...

"Alpha!"

With a groan, Levi was seated perfectly within you, locked tightly together as you panted against each other. His teeth were still lodged in your neck, his tongue peeking out to soothe the sting-...

His teeth were lodged in your neck.

Your eyes opened spontaneously, a gasp ripping itself from your chest-- your chest that was beginning to bloom with an almost uncomfortably warm sensation, your limbs growing heavy with exhaustion. You could feel Levi purring still, the sound reverberating against your skin while he held you close. A tickling sensation along your collarbone told you that you were bleeding; your doting mate was using his tongue to lave at your fresh wound.

With shaky knees, Levi eventually found the strength to stand. His seed was nestled deep in your womb, knotted to your body that was on the precipice of sleep. He was cradling you in his arms and your legs were wrapped loosely around him. You mewled as he pulled away from your neck to appreciate his work. A nice, deep mating bite that would adorn your skin forever. Forever telling the world that you were his.

Your eyes cracked open and as usual, Levi could read you like a book.

"Are you okay, my mate?"

A tired smile spread across your face, flushed cheeks lifting upwards in that bratty grin that he fell in love with years ago. "I am now."

Levi had to wait for his knot to subside before finding an out to safely transport you from his quarters to where he actually slept in the barracks. Luckily, by that time it was so late, he didn't have an issue reaching his room undetected. You were fast asleep in his arms as he laid you out on his bed, over his blankets so that he could properly tend to your bite. After placing you down gingerly on his linen, he took a minute to appreciate his newly mated Omega.

He'd redressed you before leaving his quarters, but something about the way your curves filled out your Scout uniform, the plush of your tummy that peeked out from beneath your untucked shirt, the way your round cheeks were still flushed from your prior engagement with him... And your fresh, still bleeding mating wound, announcing to everyone that you had been taken.

He had to admit, it really suited you.

With a shake of his head, he turned to his end table to find something to clean and dress your wound with. He opened the first drawer he saw and rummaged through for a minute before an ornate silver tin caught his eye.

Narrowing his gaze, he picked up the delicate box of tea that Erwin had gifted him, suspicions heavy in his mind. Upon reading the label, he tsked.

"Rose petal tea, huh? Slick bastard."

You mumbled an agreement from your sleep-ridden state, nuzzling into his pillow with a tired smile.

This oneshot was completed upon request. Thanks for reading!

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Smile (Alpha!Erwin Smith x Omega!Reader)

no this is not a smutty abomination of literature (lmao) I just took the omegaverse and pumped it with all the potential for angst and drama that it has. wrote this like three months ago and idek what that is, don't ask for part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Erwin x Omega!Reader Genre: angst, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics TW: there are nsfw elements but no smut, but still MDNI, plus dubcon. Summary: You're an omega who wants to be asexual, but YOU CAN'T CUZ SOCIETY IS EVIL- ahem

“Erwin Smith’s omega? You mean the omega that loves her piano more than she loves her alpha?”

They were talking about you. They always did. You ignored them and everyone else. You were just so good at ignoring people. Your piano made you happy. It made you happy more than anything. It helped silence them. It helped ignoring them and the voices inside your mind. It kept you sane in this insane world. In this life that you hadn’t chosen.

Born as an omega, the very bottom of the food chain, you couldn’t get more inferior. And of course, you hadn’t had a say when Erwin Smith chose you. You told yourself in time, you’d learn to love him, but it was now proven impossible

You couldn’t walk out. You couldn’t have any friends. You couldn’t have any freedom at all. He provided for you, and being the rich political head that he was, you were in a better state than most omegas in this world. You were lucky.

You knew that. You were such a well-behaved little bitch. You had let him bond you. You had accepted your fate. Always there for him to treat his rut, legs spread, pussy soaking wet. Always there for him to treat his insatiable needs. You gave him everything you could and he gave you the world but restricted you off freedom.

But that was alright. Your piano, your music, it made you happy. So you played. Stuck in a room all day, every day, not allowed to walk out, you played. Around twelve hours per day, every day, you practiced, you mastered the hardest pieces ever written. If the world ever heard you play, they’d call you a miracle.

But you were an omega and you had to be kept hidden.

“Do you love me?” He asked you once. Head laid on his chest, his arms around you. You wanted to get back up. You wanted to rush to your music room and stay there for hours. You didn’t want to talk to him, face him, answer his questions.

But you were smart. You could respond, without actually responding.

“You take care of me... you protect me, and for that you have my love and dedication.” You pulled yourself off his chest and you sat at the edge of the bed ready to pick yourself back up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go practice.”

You were gone before he knew it. You were unhappy, he could tell, he wasn’t an idiot. If anything, Erwin Smith was one of the smartest people to have walked this planet, but something told him you were smarter, and it was unfortunate for an omega to be smarter than they should be. An omega should be submissive and dumb and only allowing their alpha to make all the decisions, all the leading.

But all you ever felt for him was gratitude, nothing more, nothing less. There was no love. No affection. He kissed you like he loved you, but you only kissed him back because your biology insisted you do. You only gave yourself to him because your omega body responded to his stimulation, his pheromones, his touch.

You urged yourself to stop thinking about it when you sat down on the bench of your piano. You had kindly asked him to never bother you when you were playing and he had respected your wish, but sometimes he walked in anyway.

Some other times he watched you play unannounced. It was only in those times when he saw a smile on your face. You were happy beneath his roof only when you were playing that expensive, long, black grand piano that he had bought for you. You never smiled at him, even when he was hugging you, kissing you, petting you, grooming you. But you did smile down at your fingers that so skilfully caressed the white and black keys.

You were closing your eyes too. Your fingers had learned to press all the right notes even when you were not looking. That’s what hours upon hours of practicing did to you. Pure satisfaction lay on your face. Even when he pulled the most mind-blowing orgasms out of you, you didn’t have that look in your eyes. He could never really satisfy you, could he? You didn’t hate him. You were grateful, but you weren’t happy, and you were failing to pretend like you were.

He shouldn’t care about it. Most omegas weren’t happy, and their alphas never really cared. It was the prime example of how cruel your world was. But you were Erwin Smith’s omega and he loved you. Even when you didn’t – even when you couldn’t return that feeling, he loved you and he wanted you to smile like this when you looked at him. He wanted you respond to his touch, his wishes, his everything in the same way you were responding on a literally lifeless piece of furniture.

He had no idea, that it wasn’t lifeless at all. It was that black, wooden piece of furniture that kept you sane.

You wanted to become a musician. You wanted to perform in front of grand audiences. You wanted to compose music for movies, series, theatre, musicals, anything. You knew how to. Erwin bought you everything you needed. Books on composing and music theory, and piano sheets, etudes, preludes, piano concertos, anything you wanted. You had an entire bookcase to fill with them. He never denied you. Those books made you happy. Happier than he was managing to make you.

You were grateful for him, and you showed it. You never said no. You never resisted him when he wanted to take you. You let him do whatever he wanted to you.

But you just never smiled.

You did now as he watched you. He was to your side, by the entrance of the room, still out of your eyesight. He pressed his weight on the doorframe and crossed his arms against his chest as he watched you. That excited glim in your eyes and that smile on your lips that he just never seemed to coax out of you.

You were so engrossed in it, you hadn’t even caught his scent as if he didn’t even matter.

“That was beautiful, y/n,” he said when you finished playing and you gasped, jumping in place. Maybe you hadn’t even noticed him at all.

“E- Erwin, I-”

“I’ve never heard you play that before.” He cut you.

You looked away from him and instead you looked down at the keys. “It’s mine.”

He hummed and approached you. His sweet little omega was so talented, so smart, he wouldn’t want you any other way. He had been with so many omegas before you. All of them, so very beautiful, but dumb and foolish. What they had in beauty, they lacked in brains. But you had both. Both breathtaking and smart, educated, daring, brave. Only a select few of omegas were ever admitted to universities and the poorer ones only managed through with competitions that challenged their intelligence.

You were one of them.

You didn’t study music. You got a general degree on biosciences, planning to go further on more specialised subjects for a Master’s degree, then even a doctoral. You wanted to achieve. You had this thirst to do things, learn things, gather degrees, become so educated, so smart, so better.

You were obsessed with being better and he had that same obsession, that same itch. He saw it on you when he handed you your degree, that day, at that large hall of the university where the ceremony was held. You were the only omega student in the entire university. He was a guest – being the political influence that he was – it was an honour to have Erwin Smith hand you your degrees in front of an audience.

An honour for the others – a curse for you.

When he asked for your hand, your parents didn’t really have any room to complain. They owned but a small business that was getting bankrupt the one day, and the other, it grew into a multistore chain. Your dreams didn’t really matter to your parents, so they gave you away to this man and there was no room for objections.

You didn’t object. You knew your place. You’d get married off anyway someday to some alpha that you never knew, but this one had all the right things. Riches, fortune, influence, power. You cried a few nights, stayed away from him even when you were sleeping on the same bed.

Five years later, you came around though. That’s how your newly discovered obsession with music started.

It was your escape from a life you’d never chosen.

You felt his arms wrap around you from the back and your smile disappeared entirely. You just stared blankly on that sheet that laid spread on your piano. It was as easy to resist his pheromones as ever. No one’s scent ever really relaxed you to the point of submission. You were apathic somehow. An omega who didn’t feel. A freak of nature.

Erwin buried his face in the back of your neck. He smelled your sweet scent. Despite your apathy, your body produced the right pheromones. Sweet and pliant and submissive, even though you didn’t feel like it. He pressed a kiss on the scent gland beneath your ear. He bit down there gently, and you shivered all over. His domineering scent made your mind hazy. You threw your head back for him. Your body, submitted without you consenting.

“Smile for me, omega,” he spoke against your ear.

Voice, commanding, and breath, warm. It was an order. Your body complied to all the orders your alpha gave you. A smile twitched on your lips, but it was the farthest from genuine. He growled unsatisfied, disappointed. He bit down harshly on your neck, and you whimpered. Your fake smile instantly disappeared.

He grabbed you and flipped your body to face him. He was angry. You could smell it in him. Was he going to beat you? He’d never done it, but you were preparing yourself for anything. What did you do wrong? You hadn’t really done anything wrong, had you? You pulled your heartstrings, and you smiled for him. You tried. You tried your best. You couldn’t smile genuinely. The only genuine thing you could do was cry.

“I tried! I tried! I’m so sorry, alpha, please forgive me, I tried…” you dropped on your knees for him, clutching on his leg, pressing your face on his knee.

Tears ran down your cheeks. You were trembling. What the hell did you think would happen? Did you think that he’d beat you? You’ve been five fucking years with him, you had let him bond you, had you not learned anything about him at all? He wasn’t that kind of man and he had shown you over and over. He never, ever beat you. Why were you like this? So weak, and frightened and apologising over nothing.

He petted your hair as he watched you clutch on his leg. You wept and sniffled, but you weren’t weeping for him. You didn’t give a single damn whether he was satisfied with you or not. You were weeping for yourself and your fate and that life that you didn’t want.

“You look so beautiful when you cry, little omega.” His compliment made you purr, rubbing your cheek on his leg, your omega instincts, delighted. He caught your chin, urging you to look up at him with those bright eyes and the shiny, stained cheeks. Even when you cried you were so beautiful indeed. He wiped your cheeks with his large thumb, ending up in tracing your lower lip. “But you would’ve been much more beautiful if you smiled truthfully.” He sighed, watching you as you sniffled and released a new warm set of tears down your cheeks. “What do I have to do to make you happy?”

Anything. He’d do anything for you. Was it money you wanted? He had plenty. Was it dresses? Houses? Expensive cars, vacations, clothing, shopping sprees? Anything. But it was none of that, was it?

“I- I- I am happy! You don’t need to do anything, sir, I’m- I’m grateful for everything you do for me-”

“Bullshit, omega.” He growled and you whimpered.

He had to keep his anger in place. He wrapped his arms around you, and he picked you up from the floor as if you weighed nothing. You were lying to him. You always lied when it came to yourself and your happiness. Even when you were in your heat, you didn’t seek for him. You didn’t cling on him. You preferred to sit on the bed, alone, burning in fever or touching yourself silly. And when he’d come back from work, it’d be over. He’d just find you lying on his bed, sleeping exhausted and weak.

Thirst unquenched, and frustrated. You were denying yourself of your own nature. You were forcing yourself towards asexuality. That was impossible for a creature like you. An omega is simply made for the sole purpose of birthing children and staying home, keeping her legs parted for her alpha. Sexuality was all your very existence was about, but you seemed to have almost convinced yourself that you weren’t melting every time he touched you. Every time you heard his voice.

But you gave in this time. His scent flooded your mind, your surroundings, forcing you to submit and his skin was warm. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and you basked in the warmth of his body, burying your face in his neck, shutting your eyes, drawing in all the comfort. His scent was a drug in times like this, only working to make you hazy and let him do with your body as he pleased. But he wasn’t planning to fuck you now. He just wanted you to stop resisting the happiness that he was bringing you.

“You’re resisting me, y/n.” He spoke against your ear. Voice thick, and his nose, nuzzling beneath your ear, drawing in your sweet scent that started to mellow down. Your legs tightened around his waist, burying your face deeper into his neck, clutching your nails on the skin of his shoulders, his back, his chest.

He spoke your name to your biggest surprise. He had been neglecting your name as if it didn’t even matter. And maybe it didn’t. You were Erwin Smith’s omega and that was all the title that everybody used on you.

“I’m not resisting you, I’ve never resisted you-”

“A bond is not all about sex, y/n.” He cupped your cheek urging you to pull back and look at him. “I want you to open up to me. Tell me how you really feel. Tell me what I can do to make you happy.”

“Even if I tell you, you can’t give it to me.”

He buried his fingers in your hair, still holding your entire body up against him with minimal effort. “A true alpha is happy when his omega is happy because you’re my mate and we’re connected. I am a man who keeps his word.”

That was true. If anything, he wasn’t one to break a promise. But still, he could give her everything, but not that. “I want to be free.” You said. Tears filled your eyes again, but you didn’t let them drop and his eyes widened even though he expected that answer. You shook your head. “But I can’t have that. No omega can.”

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suzloo · 2 years

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Hello hope you are doing well,

I was wondering if I could request an Omega Erwin x Alpha Male reader: a scenario by bad luck Erwin finds out the biggest secret his alpha was hiding was that he could use magic like from all those fairy tails to save his life, like how would Erwin feel about all this and the rest of the scouts? Specially if people are superstitious about magic??

(Sorry been rewatching attack on titan and reading the Witcher)

Omega Erwin x Magical Alpha Male Reader

- You were forced to use your powers when they were deciding who to save from death, Erwin or Armin.

- Even though you argued, begged and pleaded for your mate's life, Armin was the one they had chosen to save.

- So you had to take matters into your own hands and expose yourself in front of everyone, even though you spent years keeping your powers a secret, for fear of prosecution.

- You did want to use them when Erwin had lost his arm, but Erwin seemed to recover just fine, so against your better judgement, you decided against it.

- But this time, you had no choice. You wouldn't be able to go on without your mate, you just couldn't.

- You put your hands to Erwin's face and concentrated all of your energy into restoring him and healing him, even though it took a lot of energy out of you. Everyone watched as right before their eyes, Erwin was suddenly healed and you collapsed next to him.

- When you woke up, you were next to Erwin, who was holding your hand.

-He didn't know what happened. One minute he was knocking on death's door, the next, he was suddenly alive, surrounded by everyone, who watched him in silence, as you were passed out on top of him.

- Erwin never believed in magic, so when everyone tried to explain that you healed him right before their eyes and that it had to be magic, he thought everyone had gone insane.

- That is until you broke down and told him about it.

-"I'm sorry for keeping this from you for so long but I was scared of what the government would do to me, if they would capture and have me experimented on or labelled a traitor, I couldn't risk it but then you were slipping and I just couldn't live without you !" You began to sob, but Erwin shushed you, wiping your tears away.

"It's okay. I understand." He let out a calming scent and rested his forehead against yours. "I'll be forever grateful that you risked your own safety to save my life. I will never be able to repay you."

"You can repay me by never scaring me like that again."

•

- He does his best to protect you and refuses to let anyone treat you different and will put them in their place, even when some superstitious scouts start spreading rumors and calling you 'cursed'

- He wants to learn about the extent of your magic powers but will never push you or force you to if you don't want to, even if it's for research.

- Your comfort and safety comes first for him, always.

#a/b/o dynamics #alpha reader #aot abo #if you don't like omegaverse don't read #omega erwin #erwin x reader

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lady-lauren · 3 years

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Attack on Titan:

The Lion’s Den

Zeke Yeager x Reader | noncon, forced infidelity, kidnapping, manipulation, creampie, praise with a dash of degradation, tiniest bit of blood, use of daddy, slight mafia/gang au

Private Affairs

Erwin x Reader x Levi | voyeurism, rough sex, implied authority/power dynamics, established relationship (between Erwin and reader), praise, creampie

Apotheosis

Erwin Smith x Reader | breeding, talk of pregnancy, dacryphilia/tears, possessive actions, power dynamic/age gap, cum eating, excessive cum/creampie

Demon Slayer:

Heaving in Hiding

Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader | modern college au, step-big bro!Rengoku, stepcest, a very slight yandere tone, a bit of enemies to lovers, use of “darling” and “good girl”, cuddling and flirting, the smut comes quickly because I can’t help myself, oral (fem!receiving), facesitting, hair pulling, a little biting/marking, unprotected rough/passionate sex, small belly bulge, creampie

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Eye of the Storm

Satoru Gojo x Reader | Praise kink, body worship, mirror sex, use of “good girl”, a bit of overstimulation, Gojo is a definitely a simp, and Gojo is too pretty for his own good and so are you

My Hero Academia:

Moth to a Flame

Endeavor x Reader | authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general.

Call Me Daddy

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | dilf!katsuki, daddy kink, breeding, age gap, authority/power dynamics, praise with a dash of degradation, rough sex, mention of bruising, claiming, creampie

Nymphetamine [3 Part Series]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | alpha!katsuki, a/b/o dynamics, dubcon/noncon, enemies to lovers, kidnapping, blood, bruising, too much fucking purring, a lot of praise, some degradation, hair pulling, size difference, creampies and cum galore

Peep Show

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | voyeurism (Katsuki is a peeping tom), masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, possessive actions, light degradation, praising, ~and they were roommates~

Daddy Lessons

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | step-dad!Katsuki, step-cest, age-gap, daddy kink, quirk-play, spanking, implied power/authority dynamics, implied cheating, rough sex, bruising, marking, possessive actions, light degradation, lots of praise, creampie, aftercare

No Exit

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | stuckage, slight dubcon, praise kink, degradation, light spanking, thigh fucking, spitting (on the pussy), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

All works © lady-lauren 2023. Do not modify, repost, or plagiarize my work.

#masterlist #bakugou x reader #erwin x reader #Levi x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki smut #erwin smut #Levi smut #Zeke Yeager smut #rengoku x reader #rengoku smut #endeavor x reader

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antoxsmith · 1 year

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Insurgence

Warnings – Smut, Sub/Dom, slight aggresiveness

Pairings - Erwin x Reader (No names, no Y/N)

Summary – Erwin teaches you a lesson after you fail to remember your place way too many times.

A/N: first time writing smut for my man but here I go, heh. It came to me after making this fanart, the sunshine makes him look so good.

You groaned as you felt your skin dry. Of course, it was only natural if you kept on working in the laundry room and the kitchen all the time. At that point you weren’t even a soldier anymore, but a housekeeper. You even had to rub some hand cream over your skin every day so it would stop feeling so stiff; so unlike yourself.

You took a deep breath in as soon as you reached the wooden door that led to the Commander’s office. You stayed there for a moment, knowing that you had to be calm if you didn’t want him to win this future debate, just like he always did when it came to you two. Your hands balled up to fists for a moment, then you let go and exhaled deeply. Hoping it would be enough to calm yourself, you walked into the office without knocking. You never knocked.

Erwin glanced up from the current letter he was writing in his usual spot at his desk, the broad window behind him letting the sunshine in. The golden hour had just started, and the orange, saturated light, illuminated the room warmly.

You clenched your teeth at the sight: his blond hair was shining as the warm light hit it. The bastard was way too handsome, and now he shone as well? And why did this light compliment him so much? Why did it make his blue eyes appear more piercing than they already were?

He would’ve greeted you warmly as always, if it wasn’t because he noticed the way your eyebrows tilted down and your cheeks were turning red. He knew that look very well, as it was directed to him most of the time. You were angry. Angry at him, of course.

He wasn’t in the mood either. He had been working on a very, very long report after one of the cadets failed to follow orders. These were the tasks the took the most of a toll on him, as they were meaningless, and only served to take time from him that he could be spending with far more important matters… like, with you.

He only cocked his eyebrow expectantly, not letting go of his quill as he planned to keep working as soon as possible.

“When are you going to stop putting me in laundry and kitchen duty? It’s been two weeks already!”

Erwin’s strong jaw only clenched more at your tone; you were talking to him as if you were in charge. Your voice was slightly raised, and your hands were on your hips. The fact that you barged into his office like that and spoke to him in that tone, only cleared it that you needed more time off the racks and understand your place.

A few weeks ago, in a small expedition that shouldn’t have been dangerous at all and the expected casualties were under 10%, you had exposed yourself and went back to save one of your fellow soldiers, not following any of Erwin’s clear orders. You had barely made it alive of a titan’s hold. When you came back from the expedition, you didn’t even acknowledge your actions, you ignored them completely.

Erwin saw how this was becoming a problem. You seemed to be confusing your relationship with him, official or not, with his position as a Commander and your position as a cadet. You would prove to him, time after time, that you believed you were in charge of your own actions; when you truly weren’t; not when you were working.

Erwin pressed his lips together and looked down to his work again as he articulated: “When you learn to follow orders.” He then motioned towards the door, dismissing her. “Now if you excuse-“

“That’s stupid!” You cut him off, and he froze in disbelief as he let go of the quill now and sat back on his chair, his annoyed eyes on yours as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t follow orders because I could save someone! And I did it! Now we have less casualties than we would’ve. How is that bad!?” You raised your voice more, calmness now out the window as you gave into your outburst. “And it’s been two weeks! My hands are all stiff because of the damn soap and I haven’t seen my horse in way too long; and I wasn’t even the only one not following orders – You are only doing this to me, Erwin!” You snarled as you lifted your chin. You felt the air hot because of the adrenaline in your chest, and the warm office wasn’t helping at all.

As soon as you stopped talking and saw Erwin’s face, you knew you had fucked up. His blue eyes were set on yours with coldness, and his full eyebrows were furrowed. His jaw was clenched in bothered tension, and his lips weren’t even a straight line anymore, but the sides were tilted downwards. He only stayed in silence, and you didn’t know if that was better or worse for your well-being. That outburst would surely cost you two more weeks off ‘actual’ duty, or even worse, he might keep your from going to the next expedition. You tapped your feet with impatience.

“W-Why are you looking at me like that?” you squirmed in place uncomfortably as you felt his eyes over your frame. You shifted your weight from one leg to another awkwardly and your eyes moved around the room before setting on him again. He was infuriating to you when he did this, as much as intimidating as well. “Say something!”

Erwin stared at you for what felt like ages and made your insides both boil and clench. Finally, he moved his chair back from the desk.

“Come here.” He motioned to her with two fingers.

You gulped slightly and blinked with confusion. Then, you obliged and walked to him until you were right in front of him, between the desk and his chest. He was still sitting on the chair as he leaned back on it, arms crossed over his chest.

Once again, he only looked at you in silence, making your more nervous. All possible outcomes were running in your head, how you were probably going to have to make the beds for all the cadets or something like that.

“Erwin-“

“What was that again?” He cut you off and gave you a warning glare as he uncrossed his arms.

You immediately knew what he meant an you rectified yourself. “Commander.”

He nodded with approval and got up, making you gulp again as he towered over you. His whole demeanor was already very intimidating, but when he stood in front of your like that, it was worse. His broad back and shoulders completely engulfed you, and he blocked any vision you had from the window. The light hit his back and his blond hair, and your attention was once again brought to the way he seemed to shine, the way his hair would go golden and his eyes were darker, bluer, and yet warmer. The reflected shadow made you feel cold, if it wasn’t because you were already too hot because of the adrenaline.

You only looked up to him, waiting for his next move as you felt a goosebump up your spine.

“Remind me again, cadet. Why are you in kitchen and laundry work?” He was giving you a chance. A chance to apologize and say you wouldn’t do it again. To stop being so stubborn and accept that you had made a mistake. Erwin knew that you had only done it to save someone else’s life, but… the feeling he had gone through when he saw that titan approaching you; he couldn’t risk going through that again. Of course, he would never admit it.

However, you couldn’t do it; no matter how intimidated you were. As much as you were nervous, you didn’t stutter, standing straight: “Because my Commander thought it would’ve been better to leave my comrade to be eaten by the titans.”

The silence that fell between you two was nerve-wracking. Erwin smiled. The bastard smiled smugly down to you, a wicked twinkle appearing in his eyes as he leered:

“Wrong.”

With one swift motion, he turned you around and pushed you down onto his desk with a strong hand on your lower back. You gasped loudly as your torso met the hard surface with a loud thud, causing you some pain. You could feel the quill he had been using, now poking your stomach. “What-“

“Shut up.” He hissed, “That’s a damn order, cadet.” He practically growled his command. You tried to get up, but he pushed you downwards again. With all your squirming and trying to get up, you failed to hear him undoing his belt. However, when he yanked your pants and underwear down, you yelped and tried to get up away from his hold, alarmed. You were in his office, and he had never even kissed you in there unless it was locked. “Erwin, what are you-“

You cried out as you felt a stinging pain on your ass cheek as his hand met your flesh strongly. Did he just…?

Your cheeks flushed hard as realization sank in. He had never been so aggressive before; …yes, he had yanked your hair back, or pushed you against the bed before; but nothing like this. And you were ashamed to admit that you liked it; it lit a fire inside of you. Maybe it was his commanding tone and actions, or the way he moved you around like an object… or the fear of someone coming in and finding your like this with your… boyfriend of some sort. You hadn’t spoken about that just yet, but you both knew that your thing was past the point of friendship or sexual relationships. You both could feel it when you kissed and hugged each other warmly, or when he kissed your forehead and you caressed his cheek softly.

Those memories seemed far away as he leaned down towards your face, pressing you impossibly lower on the desk and pushing your face against it as well. “It’s time you stop acting like a little know it all. I’m in charge, not you, cadet. And if I say something, you fucking do it. Is that understood?”

His voice was so deep that you were ashamed to admit that your legs were squirming because of how much he was arousing you. Both of his hands were on your body, and his mouth was right next to your ear; his hot breath made your own breathing stop.

A second later, he slapped your bottom again, with even more force. It stung, the same feeling as if you had alcohol poured in an open wound. You moaned in slight pain; before speaking: “B-But I didn’t-“

You cried out as he slapped you again, now even stronger; to the point you were trying really hard to move away from him; but his hands held you in place. “Erwin, please-“

Another slap, and you felt tears on your eyes now. He kept slapping you in the same spot; and Erwin relished on how hot your abused skin felt now. It made him mad with lust to see your reddened cheeks and feel your warm skin turning hotter by the second; your cries and yelps taking away every trace of your insurgence.

“What was that again?” He leered, deep voice right on your sensible ear.

“C-Commander.” You mumbled quietly as you whimpered.

“Right, cadet. Don’t you forget that.” He smiled to himself devilishly as the hand on your bottom finally raised again. You closed your eyes, waiting for another slap, but when it didn’t happen your eyebrows crooked in confusion. However, a second later, you understood why as you felt the tip of his cock on your slit, parting your lips and rubbing you softly. You stopped squirming then, too used to the feeling of his skin against yours, and the sinful sound of your wetness as he used you to lube himself up. You were barely starting to relax, when he pushed in with a hard thrust, making you cry out into the air as he pushed all the air out of you with that first thrust. The hand that was holding your hip quickly went up to cover your mouth and pull you towards him, making your back arch until you were pressed against his chest. You could barely see through your tears and furrowed eyes, but you saw his smug smile as he leaned towards you. “We don’t want anyone barging in here and seeing you like this, do we?”

You managed to move your head no. At least he had given you some seconds to adjust, before he started moving his hips hard, bottoming out every time and making your gasp and cry messily, biting your lip to try and stop the sounds from coming out, even as he was still covering your mouth. Your tears now exuded pleasure instead of pain, falling down your cheeks and rolling off his fingers as the muffled moans came out. His grin, his strong hands holding you, and his hard cock being impaled inside of you, it was all making your see stars. He was so deep, your walls fluttered beautifully with every move of his hips.

He was mesmerized with how helpless you looked. Your tears, both from pain and arousal, only made him fuck harder into your body. It wasn’t difficult either, as you were so wet that both of you could hear your slick as he pushed in and out, the sinful noise paired with the slap of your skins colliding together.

You sighed lovingly as you saw him take off his dominating mask for a moment, furrowing his eyes with pleasure and mumbling your name with devotion, as if he was thanking you for letting him use you like this. “You… you look-“ he groaned as his hips met yours, “so pretty like this.” He said with a groan.

He had finally stopped looking so damn perfect, as his cheeks were now red and a small amount of sweat was forming on his forehead; his normally neat hair now slowly falling into strands to his forehead. He would’ve taken off his jacket, but he truly didn’t want to let go of your mouth or your hips. It was maddening, how he wanted to be closer and closer to you, wishing he could stay like this inside of your warm and soft body forever, forget about all his work and the demons that bothered him even during his sleep.

He slowly moved his hand away from your mouth, moving it down to your jaw and leaning down, slamming his lips against yours as he kept thrusting, now a little slower, but still deep; making sure you could feel every little part of it; and making sure he could feel every clench, every flutter of your walls. You whimpered into the kiss, parting your lips as you felt his tongue coming into your mouth, reducing you into a moaning mess as you felt completely taken by him. And you would never accept it, but you loved this feeling. Feeling his, feeling taken care of, protected, even. For a moment you didn’t need to worry about anything; the world was only you two.

However, both of you were reminded of the situation when you heard some footsteps down the hall outside of the office. You tensed up, and Erwin would have as well, if it wasn’t because he couldn’t stop; physically nor mentally, he couldn’t bring himself to halt his hips. His lips parted from yours, and he moved faster then, the sounds of your bodies coming together filling the room.

As the steps disappeared into the distance, he went faster. He was groaning loudly, and you had to keep yourself from screaming as you bit onto your lower lip. You could feel everything. Even the tight cloth of your shirt was stimulating your neglected breasts, and his fingers pressing down on our jaw and your neck made your heartbeat grow stronger, louder. It was in one of those movements, that he found that spot. You cried out loudly as he did, your legs trembling as you lost yourself in the infinite pleasure, your eyes rolling back. “Please!”

Erwin’s smug grin came back to his face as he faltered for a long second, enjoying the view as your hips moved back, desperately trying to get him to bury himself inside of you again.

He called your name in a deep growl, to which you answered with a desperate moan as you leaned back and moved your head to the side to be able to look into his eyes again. Both of you were a hot mess. “You’ll never -f-fuck-, you'll never disobey my orders like that again, is that understood?”

You could only doubt for a second, but you were already answering pathetically as your brain screamed for you to chase that overwhelming feeling of climax: “Yes, yes, sir! I won’t- I’ll never-“

That was enough for him. He pushed in again, not bothering to muffle your high-pitched moans anymore. Maybe the humiliation of knowing people heard your screams all over the HQ would help you not disobey him ever again. He could feel the familiar burn in his lower stomach as your walls engulfed him tighter and tighter for his slamming against that toe-curling spot.

He groaned as he leaned down and buried his face on your shoulder, pushing impossibly hard as he stood over the edge of his own orgasm, still chasing after yours. When he noticed your cries getting louder and your hips trembling, just as you always did when you were about to orgasm; he pulled out of you and moved his hand over his cock, shooting his creamy load all over your lower back with a deep moan, not letting you move as his hand held your hips in place.

You groaned annoyedly, your denied orgasm slowly retreating from the finish line and leaving you wet and tight against nothing, your chest heaving as you tried to regain your steady breathing. He didn’t even give you the satisfaction of coming inside, as he knew it might have aroused you more.

As you looked back, you met his devilish grin again; blue eyes smiling at your smugly. “What is it, darling?” He asked as if he didn’t have a clue.

You couldn’t speak. You only whimpered as you saw him put himself back into his pants and pull the zipper back on. “B-But…”

Erwin admired his work, standing back a little bit: your disheveled hair, your trembling legs, your skin covered with his seed over your red abused skin, and your cheeks full of dry tears over flushed cheeks. He was proud of his accomplishment. He chuckled as he heard your desperate plea, but didn’t move at all; and you knew too well not to touch yourself if he didn’t allow it.

“That will teach you where your place is.”

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terushimooo · 2 years

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Maid for You

Alpha! Knight! Levi x F! Omega! Maid! Reader

Modern Fantasy, Royal Au

Warnings: omegaverse / a/b/o, yandere, infidelity

In the future, this series will include lots of dark content and for that reason, please dni if you’re under 18

Summary: You uncover a nasty little secret in the bedroom of your captain.

W/c: 2.5k

A/n: Back with the Original, slow burn, omegaverse, multi chapter sin. In my mind, Levi is not only a 6′2 king, but at least 20 years older than he actually is. If you hear crying in the background—that’s Rhi LMAO. Thank you to @mianavs and @seijorhi for editing this for me <3

Fresh linen, steeped mint, summer’s breeze, and oh—the tried and true, the classic lemon citronella. Take your pick. Each one of these products has a special place in your heart—a place where you store your hatred.

The chemical trail of artificial cleanliness clings to your clothes, permeating deeper into the very fiber of your being the longer you linger. With each spray of disinfectant, and every wipe of your cloth, you feel a little more of your sanity wafting out the open window.

The cool breeze does nothing to stop the bead of sweat from falling onto the freshly made up bed of your captain, nor does it stop your nose from wrinkling in adamant protest.

“Disgusting,” you mutter mockingly under your breath with a tilt of your lips. Your eyes squint skeptically at the offending blemish as you ponder the severity of your crime. A playful scoff earns you nothing but a soggy cloth hurled violently at the back of your head.

“Get it together,” a voice calls out, “please.”

You don’t have to turn around to see the scowl on your friend's face. You can vividly picture the roll of her eyes, how she stares down the clock in the hallway… hoping, praying, for time to go faster. As if to prove your point, her accusatory cries of distress soon fill the room.

“Damnit! Is this thing broken or something?”

You turn to meet the brunette, handing her the cloth previously slopped against your head.

“I’m starvviiinnnggg!”

She glares in your direction and points her finger accusingly. “Could you like… I don’t know… Hurry it up, please!?” Sasha’s flailing arm movements and visibly contorting face might almost give you reason to laugh if not for the loud commotion startling the two of you out of your domestic routine.

Neither of you have to look to know that just below your window—in the massive courtyard of the palace—his highness, Prince Erwin and the royal guard, have returned from their scouting mission. If not for the clacking of hooves on cobblestone and the loud winnies filling the air, then the booming voice of this room's permanent occupant—Captain Levi Ackerman—is a dead give away.

“C’mon scouts!” He curses over the bustling crowd.

The two of you flinch at his tone, at the authority and malice laced with each syllable.

“Let’s go! We don’t have all day!”

It’s not directed at either of you, but you cannot help but notice the way panic fills yours and Sasha's actions. A steady and rhythmic pace is soon forgotten in favor of frantic, jousting movements.

Captain Levi isn’t just a knight. He’s the right hand of the king—the saviour of humanity. He protects the realm from those who wish to do it harm: the dragons, trolls, ogres, even other tribes. And allegedly, he’s only able to do that through absolute order and precision… in every aspect of his life.

It’s not enough that his room looks perfect, it has to be perfect.

But there’s something wrong.

It’s so much hotter here than it was mere moments ago.

You can sum it up to stress, to the way the captain makes you feel—how his eyes always follow you, like a lamb to the slaughter. How he berates and intimidates you, embarrassing you through the numerous showcases of your incompetence to the public—at every chance he gets. But it’s more than just that. There’s something… there’s something different about today—about this room.

Your actions are sloppier than normal. Your hands tremble uncontrollably as sweat continues to build upon your brow, as it rolls down your scantily clad back. All you have on is a layer of black cotton, and yet, you might as well be wearing a parka with how hot it is—with how your laboured breaths escape your lips and weary eyes begin to sag.

Before you have time to think it through, your hands find their way onto the spread out sheets of your captain’s bed. Fingers begin tracing patterns on the intricate silk, wrists begin dancing along the cool and refreshing fabric.

A cold hand grabs your wrist, pressing tightly against your swollen glands and shocking you out of your trance.

“Stop that!”

Sasha’s eyes are filled with a mixture of irritation and worry. “What’s gotten into you, it’s like—“ she starts, “it’s like you’re fucking scenting the place or something.”

You sit there in shock. That’s not-that’s not what you were doing… was it?

You watch as she shakes her head in disbelief, clearing the offending thought from her head before jumping back into her monolog.

“C’mon,” she insists, eagerly pulling you up from the floor and onto your feet. You watch as she straightens out the sheets to perfection and leans down, sniffing the article in question.

“Dammit! Do you want his new mistress to claw your face off?!” Sasha curses uncontrollably, quick to grab you and the cleaning materials into her arms. “We don’t have time to clean these sheets….! We need to get out of here, before—“

The slamming of a nearby door has the two of you jolting apart in fear—as if you were children, caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

“Shit!” You bite back before slamming backwards into the night table sat neatly by the captain’s bed. Searing pain pierces your body, running up your spine and into your head as you and his table make contact with the stone floor.

As you struggle to catch not only your breath, but your bearings and visions, Sasha desperately tries to clean the mess. The contents of his table lay strewn out in front of you in what looks to be an unfixable mess. There’s no way you could put everything back to being unnoticeably touched.

You groan, pressing your body up from the cool floor—your only sense of relief— before opening your eyes again. You’re certainly not met with any kind of reprieve. How could you be when the loud crash emanating from these quarters surely only drew the captain to you two much faster than anticipated.

Sasha’s desperately ushering you up, collecting all your equipment back into its bucket and mumbling incoherent profanities.

“Please,” she begs, just above a whisper. “We have to go, get up!”

Barely even aware of anything past the pounding in your head, you try your best to heed her instructions. But all that seems fruitless, when you're met with the loud bang of a door and your captain barges into the room only to spot the two of you sprawled amongst your mess.

“What—” He bites. “What the fuck is going on here!?”

“Captain Levi sir, I—”

“No,” he reaches out his hand to stop your friend. “Not you. I’ve heard enough from you, always getting into trouble around the kitchens. Let’s hear from your friend this time. What the hell happened!?”

There’s a heavy silence in the room while he waits for you to respond, to do anything except… What is it that you’re doing? Facing away from your captain? Glancing downward… to something hidden behind the arms bracing you up from the ground…

“Sir—” Sasha starts, feebly reaching out her hands to stop the advancement of the captain. One harsh glance and the lift of his lip is enough to have her cowering back.

“Omega,” he bites, nudging your arm with his soiled boot. “Speak.”

It’s enough to shock you out of your trance, to have you lifting your gaze, wide eyes peering into angry slits.

It’s his turn to be shocked though.

You almost miss it. Surely it’s undetectable to Sasha, but you see it. You notice the moment of weakness, the widening of his eyes as Levi glances at the image—the stained, well used image—sprawled out beneath you.

Before you can so much as open your mouth past the brief parting of your lips, a loud growl rips from the captain's chest. The two of you cower backwards as he corners you further and further, corralling you two slowly toward the exit of his dorms.

“Get. Out.”

His words are just decoration at this point. Neither you nor Shasha need them to realize the posturing of this alpha, to notice the burnt, rancid smell radiating off of your captain. Neither of you breathe until you're out of his room, scurrying up onto your feet and dashing down the hallway—mess and cleaning products long forgotten.

“Shit!” Sasha curses through the heavy pants of her chest. “Shit shit shit!” You watch as her fist makes contact with the wall before she turns to face you. “What the fuck was that all about?”

“I—“

“Why didn’t you just answer him? You know we’re probably gonna get fired right?” You watch as she exasperatedly rubs her hands across her face. “My fooooooood! My food! I’m gonna staarrvvvee! Starve I tell you!”

“Sasha, I—“

“UGH!” Through all of her dramatics, Sasha still holds you accountable. “What was it?” She asks after calming down. “What did you do?”

“N-Nothing!” You protest, hand flying up to your chest in both offense and defense.

You wince at what feels like a sudden movement, head throbbing in pain from your earlier impact.

“Bullshit.” Sasha calls, crossing her arms in disbelief. “You looked so spooked. And that… awkward moment of silence between you two. Were you sharing some sort of link?”

“N-No! Sasha, no!” Your face heats up with the implication of sharing something so private, so intimate with someone like the captain. “I just…”

You pause for a moment, carefulling mulling over your words and what it is you thought you saw…

“You just?”

“I just thought…”

“Jeez!” Sasha grabs you by the shoulders, lightly shaking you in aggravation. “You thought what? You saw what?!”

“Ow! Ow, okay!” You wince, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to mitigate the pain rattling in your skull. Once the world stops spinning you open your mouth. Barely more than a whisper slips past your lips.

“I thought… I thought I saw… I thought I saw myself…”

There’s a heavy silence in the air. It’s clear Sasha does not understand or comprehend what it is you’re saying. Her tone is evident.

“What, like… like in a mirror? Did you break one of his desk mirrors?”

“No,” you start. “I—he—he had… he had a picture of me.”

“A picture?”

“Yeah…” Your voice trails off as you try to recall the blurry image in your mind, as you try to make out your favourite outfit and the bright smile painted onto your face as you sat for this year's staff photos. Not only that… but you try to remember the scent—his scent—so pungently covering the image… splattered and stained, ink worn and smudged from continuous use.

Before you can open your mouth to explain your distress, you’re cut off by Sasha’s boisterous laugh. When you ask her what’s wrong and why she’s laughing, she has nothing to say except:

“That’s hilarious!”

It’s obvious she doesn’t believe you. After all, it’s like she says… Why would the captain have your image? Let alone do anything with it… it’s all in your head. You just weren’t thinking straight—you still aren’t. You got knocked to the ground pretty hard, it only makes sense that your mind made some of these things up… that things would be a little blurry.

“Y-yeah…” You shake your head ever so gently. “Of course.”

There’s no way…

And yet, even as you tell yourself that, as you concoct a false narrative in your head to try and cover up what you thought you’d seen—you can’t help but gently rub at the glands in your wrist or along the length of your neck. You can’t help but wish that it was true.

Even now that you’re out of what you and your body understood was a dangerous situation, you can't help the continuous heat rushing to your cheeks or the flushed sensation you feel coursing across your skin.

You sigh in relief when you check the posting in the servants main hallway only to see “off-duty” next to your name for today’s chores. You plan to spend the rest of the night alone—or as much of it as you can before the rest of the female servants come to rest in your shared quarters.

Sadly, things rarely ever go as planned and before you can so much as take a step toward your chambers, you’re summoned by the mother of the home—the alpha female residing over the maids.

Receiving her summons was never particularly a good thing, but after today’s events, you’re almost certain you’re in for a rather brutal looking punishment. That being said, nothing could prepare you for the trials and tribulations you were about to face.

You recognize her almost instantly.

The scent lingering on her skin and the bruised, failed marking resting gently along the junction of her neck make her unmistakable. Standing in front of you was your mother superior alongside the captain’s chosen mate—appointed by none other than the king himself.

It’s painful simply standing in her presence. Looking at the marks maring her skin, the signs of her lover’s affection—of Levi’s love—it hurts more than you’d ever be willing to admit.

She bears it all boldly. Unafraid and unapologetic to who she is—an alpha. Something you could never be, no matter how hard you tried. You could never stand on the same stage as the captain, and perhaps, that’s why you’ve never even tried. Perhaps your desperation is what made you run your fingers along his belongings… Perhaps it’s what made you conjure up such a… vivid and specific fantasy…

“Ah!” The mother calls out when noticing your presence, ushering you in with the utmost haste. “Here she is mistress. This is the one, the little maid who had a run in with the captain.”

You cower under the intense glare and the harsh grip of the mother, unable to stop a pathetic whimper from leaving your lips.

“She’ll be a wonderful maid for you,” the mother chimes, pushing forward your reluctant and guilty form.

You stand under the scrutinizing eyes of the oddly dressed brunette in front of you.

“Yes,” she starts, a heaviness lacing her words. “I suppose this will do. I needed a new assistant anyways.”

“Excellent!”

You’re ushered toward the door before you can’t truly process anything else. As much as you try to catch any more of the details, your scrambled mind is unable to retain any other pieces of information being exchanged between the two women of power.

The only thing you catch as you close the door behind you is the name of your new mistress—Hange Zoe… or you suppose… Ackerman…

#yandere aot #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #levi x reader #aot omegaverse #yandere aot x reader #yandere snk #lee writes

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lucysarah-c · 6 months

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Not in season?

Summary: Winter had settled in, and the scouts were busy training and preparing for the prospects of spring, still far away, to retake Wall Maria. Despite the snow accumulating outside, the building was freezing cold, and the world had secluded itself until the temperature rose. So, why was Captain Levi boiling in his own body? Something felt off, but his mind was quickly slipping into insanity as he tried to find a rational explanation. Author note: I've had this idea for so long… Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. I'm self-conscious about my smut, so… practice makes perfect. That's it. In case I forget any warning or tag, feel free to remind me. Pairing: Levi x fem! reader. Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Levi Ackerman, Top Levi Ackerman, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Knotting, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Breeding, Forced breeding, Biting, Breeding Kink, dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Forced Pregnancy, Unsafe Sex, Nurse reader, Alpha Levi x Omega reader, Captain Levi Ackerma, Captain Levi x Nurse Reader, Dirty talk, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha Hange Zoë, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Erwin Smith, Alpha Eren Yeager, Alpha Jean Kirstein, Alpha Mikasa Ackerman. Omegaverse. Word count: 8.6k words of pure porn. You had been warned lmao

Saliva accumulated in his mouth, pooling before he spat it into the sink. The rush of water from the tap washed away the residue as he continued spitting and splashing his face with cold water. A sense of uneasiness clouded his mind, lingering like the scent of smoke. He had showered, shaved, tidied his hair, cleaned under his nails, changed clothes, and brushed his teeth. What else was there to do?

A thick, almost sticky sensation coated his mouth, as if he had a stomach ache without the actual pain. Despite the cold weather, sweat formed on his forehead as he pushed the dark hairs out of the way, splashing his face with freezing water once more. Perhaps it was due to his inability to concentrate on work since early morning, causing him to pace around the room like a caged lion.

Correction, he did have a stomach ache, but he couldn't quite pinpoint the source or if it was even physically painful. It felt more uncomfortable than painful. Waves of acidic heat started in his groin and spread throughout his body. He had already consumed three cups of tea by 9 am. When he crossed paths with Erwin in the higher-ups' kitchen, the commander questioned him, noting the honey in all the teas. Unusual for him. Both of them were extremely busy, their minds preoccupied elsewhere. The commander didn't have time for extensive questioning, yet Levi couldn't shake off the extremely unpleasant sensation that Erwin's presence was the most annoying and irritating thing he had encountered.

"I'm craving something sweet," he added curtly, hoping it would suffice. It was true; he felt the need for something soft, sweet, cute, filling, and warm. He was irritable, easily bothered by Eren and Jean's silly actions during early practice. The display of youthful hormones and their desperate need for attention and dominance grated on his nerves. Oddly enough, he had grown accustomed to them and their displays of testosterone.

Newly presented alphas always behaved that way—baring teeth, growing, and fighting. Their disinterested and desperate cries for attention garnered no reaction from fully grown alphas. They were closer to pups playing pretend, training for future occasions in their lives than actual threats. Levi was sure of it, both as a mature alpha and as a high-bred one. Usually, the two boys only annoyed him with their strong, uncontrolled scents and nothing more.

However, that morning marked the moment he sensed something was off. Eren's insistence on asserting his dominance over the Kirstein boy with his scent almost prompted Levi to interfere, baring his teeth and loudly declaring that he was the one in charge. It had never struck him in this way before, these two newly presented boys. On the contrary, in previous instances, it had strengthened his sense of responsibility and paternal instinct, correcting their behaviour when he felt the need to show them the right way to behave. The captain secretly blamed that time spent alone with his squad in the cabin or Eren's fresh presentation under his watch at the former HQ.

Women usually precede such occurrences, they naturally present earlier than boys. So the Ackerman girl must have sensed something, her penetrating dark eyes never leaving his figure during training. Levi's suspicions were confirmed as soon as he called it a day and left. He could no longer bear it.

“Finishing so early?” Erwin inquired when they crossed paths again. The taller man wrinkled his nose slightly but stood in place, demanding an answer.

“I feel like shit,” Levi spat out, giving his back to the taller man as he stopped on his way but refused to face the commander.

“I see,” Erwin replied before adding, “consider going to get checked by the nurse.”

Levi clenched his teeth irrationally. Once again, the blond’s presence felt utterly annoying. 'I know! I can smell it all over you,' he thought.

“She’s at her station. I just came from there as she was checking my arm,” Erwin explained calmly, obviously not considering a deeper topic. “Y/N is young, but she’s very-”

The commander was cut off mid-sentence as Levi turned over his shoulder, deadly piercing eyes, and hissed at the taller alpha. Erwin stood in place, denying the idea of backing up as he kept his eyes glued to the shorter soldier, completely confused. “Did you just hiss at me?”

Levi shook his head, as if trying to snap some sense into his brain. “Fuck, sorry,” he said, then returned to his pace, feeling the judging blue eyes of his superior stuck to the back of his head.

He contorted in pain, bending over his desk as his body burned. His skin felt as if it were boiling in his own blood. Saliva filled his mouth, his jaw clenched with uncontrolled tension. "Too many," his sharpened senses detected the repugnant stench of too many competitors surrounding him.

The military was full with Alphas, lower or higher breed, but most of the members were either that or betas. Omegas weren’t allowed, at least no at the main activity divisions. More appropriate positions were reserved for them if they desire or unless they were low quality breeds, in order to avoid creating unnecessary commotion during their heats.

"I don't understand," Levi cursed under his breath as he contorted in pain, his body drenched in sweat. He slumped against the desk chair, tilting his head back as ragged breaths escaped his accelerated mouth. Ruts were something that had almost disappeared since he joined the military, and he was grateful for that. Without constant exposure to the presence of omegas, most purebred alphas reduced their ruts to near non-existence. Nature was wise—why waste energy and precious seed when there was nobody to claim? It was better to save it for a worthy occasion. Yes, there were perhaps a couple of instances when his body experienced reactions during particular seasons, but they were easily manageable.

This, however, was all-consuming. It began and ended with each breath that left his lips.

"Fuck, it's like I'm 18 all over again," he cursed, recalling previous ruts. The muscles in his legs twitched and contorted as he spread them apart. Every fibre, hair, and cell in his body strained, expanded, tightened, and prepared with ecstasy at the idea of "Fight, win, dominate, claim, breed, and secure." All of these required him to be exceptional.

Levi had always been fearful of confessing to anyone, but being an Ackerman and an alpha was quite the combination. The Ackerman powers granted individuals increased strength, agility, and combat prowess. When combined with an alpha's innate physical abilities during a rut, an Ackerman alpha became an even more formidable force. Their already heightened strength and endurance would be further amplified, allowing them to excel in protecting their pack and omega.

The Ackerman powers also enhanced an individual's senses, including perception and reflexes. This heightened sensory awareness complemented an alpha's already acute sense of smell during a rut. The combination resulted in an alpha with incredibly sharp instincts, capable of swiftly detecting danger or sensing the presence of a compatible omega.

In conclusion, every inch of his body was working diligently to find a suitable partner. His fingers reached for the cravat around his neck, loosening the pressure and seeking some relief. The cold leather of the chair briefly provided a deceptive sense of calmness until it warmed up and clung to his body. Two, three buttons were undone, and the air within the office began to thicken with his own pheromones as his neck became exposed. These were shameful actions that his body performed of its own accord, attempting to attract a potential mate.

Dry chuckles reverberated in his chest as he contemplated the absurdity of it all. "I'm humanity's strongest soldier. I fought the entire MPs to put a queen on the throne. I don't need to produce a bunch of hormonal shit to show an interested partner that I'm strong enough." Because that's what his body was doing—it was a display, a show, a performance, almost, of virility, strength, and power.

The idea of being dominated by the very thing he was supposed to control made him shudder. He wasn't just any alpha; he was Levi Ackerman, the clean freak who prided himself on maintaining order and discipline. Yet here he was, a mere pawn in nature's cruel game. "Fucking biology," he growled under his breath as if cursing the very laws that governed him. He knew what he had to do, but it felt like betrayal. His mind screamed at him to resist, to fight against the urge but little he could do.

Hange was quick to slap the door open, enthusiastic, and wrinkled their nose at the odour inside. They covered their mouth and nose with their hands, the stink being too much to bear.

"God, get your shit together, shorty!" they replied almost immediately. “Fuck, I can even feel the pheromones in my mouth,”

Levi groaned uncomfortably before adding, "You think it was something I could control, I wouldn't just do it?" He spat out his words, contorting uneasily in the chair.

"I came because Erwin mentioned that you cancelled training earlier. Well, this just makes sense," the brunette paced around the room, keeping their distance. As an Alpha themselves, with a strong bond of camaraderie between them, the titan lover understood the other's need. "You seem too far into the rut already for me to give you something to shut it down."

Another uneasy groan escaped Levi; this was not happy news.

"You'll have to deal with it like a big boy. I could give you something to make you more docile…"

"Fuck it," he quickly complained, being docile and Levi weren't two words that mixed well.

"Yeah," Hange chuckled as they kneeled next to the desk to inspect the short man better. "I thought you'd say that…"

Brown eyes fixed on Levi as if he were Eren during an experiment. "What?" Levi quickly snapped, feeling too much under scrutiny.

"… may I see your fangs? I've never seen you bare them, and now that you've admitted with the whole Kenny stuff to be an Ackerman, I'm curious how they look."

He bared his teeth; he was no subject of tests. "Fuck off," he replied, clearly irritable, but the brunette laughed as the sight was there for them to behold.

"There they are… god, they are huge. Poor omega… that's why only their bodies are meant to support the mating," While Hange insisted on inspecting the Captain and rambling about biological details and dynamics, the other poor alpha of the room was dying of heat. His body wasn't taking it easy that he wasn't collaborating willingly to go out there and search for a mate, especially when he had allowed another alpha inside his territory. "Talking about omegas," Hange picked up the topic after their rambling, "who have you been around with to trigger a rut? There are no omegas in the scouts."

"You tell me!" he replied between clenched teeth, almost drawing blood as he felt the stitches in his groin and the imperious necessity to bite something down and hold it as he pounded into it.

"God, I better go before you think about bitching me," Hange commented, not meaning it seriously. "I'll let the rest know you're sick to leave you alone. I'll leave a tray of food at the door and a change of water."

Levi hummed a sort of reply; he felt so humiliated. The mere thought of not having control over his body felt like an insult to his honour, to everything he stood for.

"Cheer up, have fun pounding your pillows," Hange's sing-song voice came through the door as it closed behind them.

It took a tremendous effort to rise from his seat, walk to the door, and add the lock on. Only then did he pace around the room like a caged lion, closing the window despite his need for coldness and drawing the curtains. The last thing he needed was some stupid cadet watching him jerk off over his desk. He kicked his boots off and started to undo the harness; it was done, it was inevitable at this point. Neatly putting them away while he still had some semblance of self-control and lucidity in his brain. It was going to be a long ride, a good couple of days closed inside there, almost ready to tear his skin off because his body "claimed" that this was the rightful time for mating.

Uniform off, he took a cold shower, thinking that he might have little to no mind to do it later on. It wasn't his first rut, of course not, but it had been definitely a while since his last. And he had no fond memories of the previous experiences. Once showered, he felt slightly at ease, a drop of water for a man dying of dehydration. Sweatpants on, no bothering with underwear, not even a shirt. Like a man waiting to be hanged, he prepared for what was about to come while he still had time to prepare.

It was winter, but he felt as if the air burned his skin, so warm it felt. He took off the bed cover to avoid getting it dirty, leaving only the sheets. Before he could even notice, his teeth were biting into his pillow, triggering his mind into thinking it was something else and also muffling his sounds. Thick expert hips thrusting in rhythmic movements, seeking fraction and release, his right hand squeezing the base of his dick, simulating what an omega's hole would feel like. So he could knot and feel a wash of relief until it started again. And again.

First, the rut, then the heat. In nature, it's rather a simple dynamic. Alphas go into rut first to showcase their capabilities, and when the heat hits, omegas have probably already had their eyes on one or two alphas.

Third chamomile tea, warming up her hands. She sighed slowly, trying to calm down her pounding heart. His hands did a calming massage over her neck, but her hair was getting loose as it escaped the low braid she had done during work. Something was off; she couldn't quite put her finger on what, but she started to wonder if she had caught a cold. Her body trembled as she got a fever; despite her rising body temperature, she felt rather cold, craving the warmth of her tea. Anxious thoughts clouded her mind, unsure why.

As the new nurse of the scout, she felt most of the time rather pointless. They had been preparing to retake Wall Maria during winter; there weren't expeditions, and accidents during training weren't that frequent, luckily so! She didn't want to appear as if she was waiting for someone to get injured to justify her presence. Her presence there wasn't only new; she had freshly graduated, and the surprise that they had chosen her as the main nurse made her anxious and happy. But the scout facilities were deep into the training areas, and the place was quiet and busy. Perhaps too quiet sometimes.

'Captain Levi is sick,' 'Oh goddess, doesn't he need me to check him out? I saw him a couple of days ago to check the healing of his ankle, and he seemed just fine!' 'No… better leave him alone; he's grumpy by nature. Imagine when he's sick.'

The conversation of the day before yesterday stuck in her mind far too much for her liking. Perhaps because she had checked his ankle, and while it seemed to be healing suspiciously fast, Captain Levi had explicitly asked her not to tell anyone how serious the injury had been. Her mind began to wander; had he gotten it infected somehow? What if it was more than just a cold? What if he needed someone to change the cold cloth over his forehead?

But the moment that kept replaying in her mind was when he brewed her tea, almost proud of how he had secured a deal for the best supplies from the Reeves Company. The soft touch of their fingers, the piercing colour of his eyes fixed on her—these memories lingered with an underlying haze each time she entered the room, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was from her last visit, the previous week when her necklace had come loose and fallen to the ground. Levi's sharp eyes quickly found the silver piece and handed it back to her.

Feeling embarrassed, she attempted to fasten the necklace herself, but it was challenging. "Here, let me help you," he said, his calloused fingers moving her hair aside, knuckles ghostly brushing against her neck as he placed the necklace around it. The sensation left her feeling warm, her heartbeats echoing in her ears, and the inviting aroma of lavender and citrus filled the air, slightly musky. It made no sense; she was a beta!

'Maybe we both caught a cold.'

Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling above her, beneath the higher-ups' personal chambers. She knew that Levi's room wasn't directly above hers, but metaphorically speaking, it felt that way. She couldn't sleep; her body felt uneasy, tired yet expectant, hot yet cold, restless yet weak. Curling into a small ball on her mattress, she wished to hide from the world. A feeling of defenselessness washed over her. Her mind and body felt exposed and alone, craving reassurance and longing for her worries to slip away.

'Maybe I should check on him… ' 'Yes, yes, check on him,' a voice inside her head quickly agreed.

Armin had been tasked with delivering some food and fresh water to Levi's chambers, and since she couldn't sleep, she contemplated making a late-night visit to check on him and offer assistance with medicine. The night was bitterly cold, and she felt oddly exposed, much like a doe in the middle of a meadow, her big round eyes scanning for danger in the unprotected surroundings, perfect prey for lurking predators. She added a thick, long cardigan over her nightgown and left her bedroom, her loose hair flowing as her slippers echoed in the scout facilities' corridors.

As she made her way through the facility, a shaky candle's light flickered under her steps. She struggled to keep her cardigan closed around her chest, multitasking as she carried a few loaves of bread, a couple of nuts, and a jar of water. The closer she got to the higher-ups' chambers, the heavier her chest felt, and she started to consider the possibility that she might have caught a cold or something worse. Each step on the stairs to the upper floor felt torturous, and her body weakened.

Finally, she reached the door and softly knocked, trying not to wake the other superiors sleeping on the floor. "Captain? Captain Levi? It's me… I was wondering if you needed medicine, help… anything," her whisper felt absurdly loud in the still of the night. There was no response, so she knocked softly again and attempted to turn the doorknob. It was, of course, closed.

She had a moment of clarity as she thought, "I don't know what I was thinking." If Levi was feeling so unwell that he had been absent from work for almost three days, he was likely asleep, and that was the best medicine. Her legs flexed as she prepared to leave what she had brought with her on the floor when she snapped to attention as the door creaked open in front of her.

The air that slipped through the door hit her like a wrecking ball. It entered her nostrils, invaded her senses, and intoxicated her brain so quickly that she could barely process it. Levi's grey eyes observed her through the door's crack.

"Captain?" She whispered as her body grew warm, her cheeks flushed, her legs trembled, and her hands shook. The air felt heavy and lacking oxygen, and before she knew it, her natural response was to start apologising. "I… I brought you rations," she stammered, as if her brain was trying to come up with excuses.

As that intoxicating scent grew stronger, her body reacted. Her walls contracted, her legs pressed together, and she felt ashamed, especially since Levi was intensely staring at her through the crack of the door.

"Cap-?"

Before she could insist, the door opened slightly more, barely allowing her to slip inside. Once inside, the woody, pine scent with subtle undertones of mint, citrus, and lavender overtook her senses, leaving her devoid of coherent thought. Despite Levi's stature on the shorter side, the breadth of his shoulders and his imposing shadow against the door as he pushed it closed captured her attention. Perhaps, under different circumstances, she might have noticed the sound of the lock as he stood behind her, allowing her to venture inside his territory. But the pheromones worked their magic on her, causing her knees to weaken, her body to liquefy, and her face to flush. She felt a pulse of wetness down her core, dampening her underwear.

After placing the jar of water and rations on the desk, she leaned against it, feeling nearly incapable of standing. She had clearly overestimated her health; she was suffering from something more than just a cold. Her mouth grew dry, and she was about to turn and leave, back to her own bed, when Levi deliberately licked the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She let out a loud gasp, trying to push him away.

Levi had her pinned against his desk. When had he moved so close to her? How was it possible that she hadn’t heard him? Most importantly, this wasn’t the Levi she knew, the one she peacefully drank tea with in the afternoons or the one who asked her if she needed anything from downtown when he was going to pick up rations with his squad.

Levi's pleasurable groans and purrs reverberated against his chest as he shamelessly licked the back of her neck and sniffed the area, softly caressing his canines against her skin.

"Captain, wait!" she tried to struggle away, pushing him off.

"Shh," he hushed, "no need to resist. I'll give you exactly what you came looking for, Omega."

Her body skipped a beat as she heard his hoarse voice. She felt her wetness spreading, an inner voice whispering, ‘Yes! Yes, this is what you want. Be good to him, be calm for him, be receptive, be a good little omega.’

Her legs trembled in desperation to stand straight, but the musky scent in the room awakened something deep inside her, almost animalistic. Levi's hands held her hips, pushing them backward, and his groan joined her pants as she felt the thick, throbbing member under his sweatpants. Her soft gasps weren't just because of the sweet friction she didn't want to enjoy as much as she did; Levi's half-hard member felt impossibly thick and demanding against her.

His fingers crept up her legs, her attempts to grab his wrists and stop him proving futile. "I-I'm not an omega! I'm a beta," she insisted.

Levi chuckled, the vibration reaching her as his fangs lightly grazed her vulnerable skin on her neck, not biting just yet, but teasing her with the idea of it. "Is that so? Well, this part of you says otherwise," his fingers moved up and down her soaking wet underwear.

"No- I… I'm not…"

"I can smell you, how sweet you taste, how wet you are, how desperate you are for it," Levi's voice was surprisingly calm, deep, and smooth, but with an undertone that made him sound as if he was lost, not completely in control of his own mind. "Submit, and I may take you to the bed, where your knees won't bruise."

"I'm not an omega," she repeated, her voice trembling. She could feel the wetness on her thighs seeping through her underwear and onto his fingers. It was humiliating yet exhilarating, confusing yet intoxicating. The scent of him surrounded her, consuming her senses, and despite herself, she couldn't help but arch her back, pressing herself closer to him.

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears; it seemed like a drum roll announcing their inevitable surrender. "But I… I can't…" His hands held her hips firmly, preventing any chance of escape while also keeping her close enough for him to sniff and lick her neck whenever he wanted.

"You are mine," he whispered hoarsely, his voice vibrating with raw desire. “That tight little hole of yours is twitching for me, begging for my knot. You’re obviously in need of a proper mate,”

His fingers danced along her hip bones, teasingly close to the place where they met but never touching. He leaned down further, his nose almost brushing against her hair. "I can smell your wetness, your readiness to take my seed.” His hips pressed and jerked against he, breathing heavily against her neck as he rocked his cock against her ass.

“I’ll breed you properly, do not worry,”

"It's because of the rut," she said quietly, trying to rationalise the situation but incapable of controlling the gasps "We both are affected by it."

Levi chuckled darkly, his hands moving up her sides to cup her breasts through her nightgown. "Yes, I’ve triggered your heat," he agreed, his voice husky.

His fingers brushed against her nipples through the thin fabric, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, her body betraying her resistance. Her mind screamed at her to push him away, to run, but her body yearned for more.

"You’re not thinking straight" she cried out, her voice shaking with desire and anger.

"I know exactly what I want," Levi murmured, his breath warm against her skin. His dick swelled in his pants, this time ready for the actual act not some pathetic fantasy in his sheets. He spoke as if he was in trance, drunk on something sweeter than honey, softer than silk. His mouth started to salivate, teeth clenched and his hands lost control of his own strength as the veins of his hands and forearms popped as he tightened his grip.

She felt so small in his arms, so vulnerable yet so desired, and it was a confusing cocktail of emotions that left her feeling disoriented and helpless. But despite everything, there was an underlying thrill coursing through her veins, telling her that this wasn't something she should resist.

Her heart pounded against her chest as if trying to escape its confines. It was almost comical how desperately she wanted him, how eagerly she craved his touch, his scent, his possession. And yet, deep down, there was a part of her screaming at herself to fight against it, to run away, to save herself from becoming someone else's plaything.

The struggle inside her mirrored the one outside; Levi's grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer while simultaneously pushing her back against the desk. His other hand moved up, tracing along her neckline until he reached the clasp of her nightgown. With a swift movement, he undid it, revealing more of her skin to his hungry eyes.

She gasped as the cold air hit her bare shoulders, making her nipples erect and visible beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. Levi's gaze lingered on them for a moment before moving further down, taking in the sight of her wet underwear.

"You're so fucking wet," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "I could take you right here, right now, against this damn table."

His fingers slid into the waistband of her underwear, tugging it down slightly. The sensation was exquisite yet terrifying, like walking a tightrope without any safety net below. Her body trembled with anticipation and fear, each breath she took only heightening her senses further.

Perhaps the worst part of it all is how arousing it was, him manhandling her to his own wishes. Hands squeezing and kneading the skin of her body to his own pleasure, his legs parting between hers to force the space and secure her own hips to the sturdy wedge of Levi’s hips.

"Please…" she whimpered, unsure whether she was begging for mercy or for more. “Please, not here,”

Levi's pupils dilated. It had been so long, so stupidly long. Perhaps the last time he recalled being inside something warm and releasing one load after the other, squeezed almost to death by soft, tight, warm walls, was during his thug days back in the underground. The anticipation festered in his mind, his chest rapidly rising and falling at the mere thought of it. Maybe that's why Omegas weren't allowed in the military, those pretty little things, the perfect match for his knot to force his seed repeatedly until it took. And God, it would work perfectly—the perkiness of her breasts, the pertness of her ass, the roundness of her hips, the glistening of her inner thighs as she moistened herself perfectly for him to slide right in. Every inch of her body was made for him to claim and breed.

His large, pale hand groped her ass, squeezing his fingertips against her skin until it left marks, the bruise of his strength. She felt like a doll in his hands, moldable and ready for his every whim. Yet, there was something strangely comforting about it too. To be utterly at his mercy, to surrender control and let him take charge—it was terrifying and exhilarating, all rolled into one. Her head turned to the side, her glittering eyes looking back at him expectantly.

Levi's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze fiery and possessive. Her eyes met his, and for the first time since this whole ordeal began, she saw something different in them. There was no humour, no coldness, no distance. Only raw desire, hunger, and possessiveness reflected back at her. "You want this, don't you? You fucking crave it," he chuckled darkly, his voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.

"I'm not…" she tried to protest again, but her words caught in her throat, trapped between fear and lust. She wanted him, needed him, yet part of her fought desperately against this primal urge.

Levi chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing along her inner thighs, barely touching but enough to send shivers down her spine. "You are," he whispered hoarsely, his breath warm against her skin. "And I plan to take advantage of it."

She whimpered again, a sound that was half protest, half pleasure.

Desperate to finally touch that sweet pool of warm slick between her legs, calloused fingers slipped upwards, running up and down her folds. Anything around her hole was dripping wet, almost to the middle of her legs. It felt absurd how her body reacted. Two unceremoniously fingers slipped in, her back arched, her lips parted, and she let out lewd moans that must have caught the attention of one or two higher-ups.

The sounds that reached his ears were obscene. It was ridiculous how she felt his fingers sliding right in and out, merciless but smooth. Her senses caught every humiliating detail of how wet she was for him. Levi didn't bother with detailed foreplay; there was no need. Her instincts had done all the work for him. Stupidly slippery, he parted his fingers, filling the pull of her walls that easily succumbed to the pressure, allowing more space for him, her cervix welcoming his load.

He withdrew his doused fingers, raised them up for him to take a good sniff before sucking them with delight. Almost throatily purring at the flavour, he said, "You're in the perfect cycle. I'm going to mount you and breed you as you deserve."

She emitted soft mews, her hips pushing backward, her ass slightly shaking to the sides, desperately trying to regain the alpha's attention. His head throbbed with determination as much as his manhood did inside his pants.

"Nngh.." she moaned, rocking against his desk, mourning the loss of his touch “Levi.. please,”

He stepped back slightly, giving her an illusion of freedom that was quickly shattered when he grabbed her hips again and lifted her off the ground. He wasted no time, she gasped as his fingers dug into her flesh, but it wasn't painful. Carrying her to his attached room as his hands sneaked under her ribs and pushed the nightgown over her head. Leaving her completely exposed. Levi's gaze roamed over her naked body, taking in every curve, every dip, every inch of her exposed skin. His canines gleamed dangerously as he licked his lips, almost like a predator sizing up its prey. Placing her on his mattress, the sheets were a mess and he had no mind in the past few days to even bother. Only serving further to his mind state.

Quickly he took off the sweatpants that hung lazily over his hips, tossing them aside not minding where they landed before he sinked a knee on the mattress crawling over her frame. How welcoming her body was, legs parting to show her leaking hole as a trophy for him to claim. Widening his knees to brace himself for what was about to come. Her watery eyes looked at the throbbing cock between his legs, it wasn’t just the length or the grid of it. It was the curve, the glycerin of the tip with pre-cum and the base that was already inflating in anticipation, softly twitching under the night light in arousement. The idea of being bred by an alpha as strong as Levi made her rock her hips against absolutely nothing, feeling her wetness sneak between her ass cheeks into the bed.

“Alpha… please ah- Come on,” She mewled, obviously already too far gone into it.

Her eyelashes fluttered while she laid trembling in the sheets, soft mewls convinced with keens as Levi’s lip latched on one of her buds, fingers massaging the softness of her breasts. Levi moved forward, hovering over the smaller omega. Yanking one leg over his shoulders only for his fingers to find the place he was going to claim once more, harshly biting the tender meat of her inner legs.

Levi's finger, slick with her arousal, slid into her tight heat with ease. He allowed a soft grunt of satisfaction to escape his lips, his eyes fixed on her flushed face as he carefully gauged the reactions. He curled his finger inside her, searching for the spot that would bring the sweet creature the most pleasure. His touch was controlled and skilled, determined to bring her to the peak of ecstasy.

"You like that, don’t you? Fuck, you’re sucking me in. Desperate little bitch for my seed. Trust in me, my omega."

His thumb found her clit, gently rubbing circles against it as his finger continued to thrust in and out of her wetness. The stimulation from his finger and thumb working in tandem left her teetering on the edge of pleasure, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

"Alpha," Y/N moaned, feeling herself close, seeing him with residues of her wetness in his mouth "It feels good… I feel full,"

Levi's eyes darkened with desire as he heard her moans of pleasure and felt her walls tighten around his finger. He had to bite down a smirk as the mere thought of someone hearing him claiming what was rightfully his felt like a wet dream come true. Her words of satisfaction only fueled his own pride.

"You're doing so well, my omega," he murmured, his voice filled with husky approval. "Just let go and surrender,”

With his skilled touch, he increased the pace of his finger, thrusting deeper and faster inside her, while his thumb continued to rub herclit with firm and precise movements. Levi's own desire burned within him, his cock twitching against his lower abdomen, leaking shamelessly.

His movements became more urgent, his finger thrusting faster within her as his thumb pressed harder against her perfect spot. The dual sensations sent powerful waves of pleasure coursing through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of climax. With one final, powerful thrust, Levi's fingers found that sweet spot within her, his thumb exerting a steady pressure on her bud. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, all consuming. Crying out his name, sweet body convulsed with pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over the poor creature.

Red swollen lips swollen and flushed face, she observed him withdraw his fingers and lick them cleans with a satisfaction smirk.

"Full?" He questioned, almost mocking "Oh, already? but I'll stuff you even more"

His words drew her eyes to his cock, that at this rate looked painfully ready. "Indeed," he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of lust and dominance. "I will show you what it truly means to be filled, to be completely consumed by an alpha."

A soft breath of rationality crossed her mind, forcing her to contour under his frame and seek liberation, fighting back and struggling. Levi's eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the lack of cooperation. His dominant demeanour increased as the prospect of losing his potential mate felt outrageous.

"Your body is capable of accommodating me. Your body was made to be claimed by an alpha," he insisted, letting out an irritated snarl.

Drawing back into his knees, harsh hands gripping her hips and flipping her over. “Present,” he snarted commanding. Soft mewls left her lips as she sinked slightly into the mattress but Levi had run out of patience. Strong hands pushing between her shoulder blades to force the correct arch of her back, muffled cries left her lips as her face was buried into the mattress. No thought crossed her mind, she was devoid of any real rational capability as she felt her own wetness oozing out of her raised ass. Fingers sinking into her hips bones to secure the position and thick muscular thighs parting between her to find the perfect levalege for what was about to come.

The tip of his cock ran up and down her folds gathering the wetness and his hands spread it over his length, mixing it with his own leaking pre-cum. Thick head of his cock began to sink into her tight and wet heat. The sensation of her walls wrapping around him, the way her body tried to miserably accommodate him so willingly, sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. His breath held as it was a tight fit. Her nails sinked into the sheet as she squirm and wiggle her hips. Knees sliding over the bed, finding any way to create more space for him as he sank deeper.

He could feel her body twist and adjust to his size, her walls clenching around him in response. The feeling of being completely buried within her warmth made his breath hitch in his chest.

“Ah-Nnhg! Wait,” she cried out as the pleasure and pain mixed extremely well inside her fogged brain.

"Relax," he growled, rambling his hips forward. Both of them let out a loud moan as he finally sinked all the way in. With slow, deliberate movements, he began to move within her, withdrawing his length and then pushing back in. And not fully because he wanted, if it had been left to him, he would have been pounding the body below him in animalistic rhythm to the point her knees raised from the bed but she was definitely not accustomed to being mated by an alpha. His thick length spread her deeper and faster each time, as her own body eased out the process as she felt herself become ever wetter.

At this rate, if the rest hadn’t woken up, then they must be deaf. The squeaks of the bed, the slamming of the frame against the walls. The high detailed wet noises of skin against skin, his thick fat cock entering in her wet heap over and over again. Only adding her loud moans of pleasure that turned into winces each time he bottomed up. The pull of his cock sliding in each time deeper was maddening, to the point that her breath came out in chopped pants, finding it difficult to breathe more each time despite trying.

The grip of his hands on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into the skin possessively. His thrusts became more forceful and deliberate, his hips meeting her with every movement, driving himself deeper into her core. “Ah- Yes!” moans grew louder, echoing in the room, mixing with his growls of pleasure.

Levi's pace intensified, the sound of his hips slapping against her filling the room, the bed rocking with each powerful thrust. Time seemed to stand still, lost in the overwhelming sensations that coursed through both of their bodies.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice possessive and dominant. Both intoxicated, each on their own duty. His to fuck, bit, lick, suck anything that would him secure to be buried up as deep as possible, make sure that the head of his cock was assaulting the sweet welcoming open of her womb. And hers to slay sprawled on the bed for Levi to have his way with her, take anything she was giving and allow him to do his work.

"Yes! yes, alpha! I'm yours," she moaned back "claim me,"

Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as the eagerness of his movements told the inner instincts about what was about to come. Her inner omega knew exactly what was about to happen, preparing for something that not even herself was entirely sure about.

“Fuck! Nhg… Yes, shit!” his voice turned hoarse as he snarled in pleasure. Nothing he had been trying to provide for himself the last couple of days could ever compare to his. Anything else paled in comparison to the melting heat of her cunt, to the slippery heaven her hole was. He could feel the walls contract around him, milking him for everything he was worth. He could almost sob on how good it felt, especially after all the build abstinence. Depriving himself of this was simple torture, he wasn’t even done yet and he could already moan at the idea of repeating it all over again.

Levi's control over her was absolute as he held her down, his dominance and power asserting itself with each forceful thrust. The intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through her veins, igniting a primal hunger within her. The sound of Y/N’s moans and pleas filled the air, driving him further into a state of possessive desire. His movements became more frenzied, his hips snapping against hers with a relentless rhythm. The force of his thrusts owned her wince, the delicate edge between pleasure and pain blurring and simply adding to the intensity of the experience.

Levi moved to hover over her, his chest pressed against her back, his hands wrapping down her arms to push her back as he thrusted in.

“Ah! Ah!” Flustering lids as her eyes rolled backwards, lips parted letting out encouraging words that would be extremely embarrassing to recall later on.

“I’m gonna breed you- Fuck- I’ll stuff you full that the only reason you won’t be leaking my cum its because I’ll knot you so fucking well” Levi growled, hips stuttering. She felt the alpha shudder above her, thrusts becoming frantic.

“Yes! Yes, please,” she moaned eagerly, unaware, unconscious. In the delicious state she was in, hardly could notice any change in the process. Only how the head of his cock hit her cervix repeatedly, preparing it to accept his load. Further spreading her legs as the knees and sobs become incoherent. The prospect of being mated and claimed but such a good alpha was enough reassurance for her drunk brain.

Mouth hanging open but produced no sound as another climax was ripped through her, her legs trembling and shaking in desperation. Feeling her own walls clamping down on Levi’s length, spamming around it. Another pulse of slick forced out of her, oozing it down and obscenely wetting even his own legs as his cock kept stretching her out. Her inner instincts were so pleased, so extremely delighted of being held down and mated properly.

Levi’s desperate groans and snarts grew harsh and breathy as his own body prepared for the peak of the act. He had no idea how long he had been there, snapping his hips, holding her down, assaulting that beautiful cunt. However, Levi had concluded a simple thought. His entire life and sense of living had been reduced to this moment. One hand reached backwards to the bottom of her belly to press and feel, feeling his own cock was getting larger.

“Mhhh! Nhg” her winces as it was already too much to handle. “No- no!” she resisted, it was too much, no amount of slick and hazed pheromones could clouded her mind to the feeling of him stretching her rim impossibly wide.

His lower abs contracted, his legs twitched with the prospect, his possessive growls reverberated on his chest as he warned her of ruining this precise moment for him. His movements became even more primal, his grip on her body tightening as he pounded into her with a commanding force. The sound of her wetness and the slap of skin against skin filled the room, echoing the intensity.

Moving in earnest with a single purpose, knotting. “W-wait!” She cried, each push had that large cockhead touching my cervix, preparing it to accept his load.

Levi’s sharp snarl pierced through her body as he feared his mate escaping on the peak of the act or perhaps moving and running his calculative pounding. Pale lips parted, heavy breath impacting on the back of her head, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips. His teeth sinked mercilessly on the back of her neck, right on her scent gland and forcing submission into her frame. Latching his jaw around the back of the omega’s neck, drawing blood out of it as it mixed with his own saliva as he was drooling of the pleasure that cursed through him.

She could no longer move, her body became a pliant frame for him to deliver powerful thrust, his knots brushed against her entrance, teasing and preparing to further claim her and fill her with his seed. The grip on her frame was almost painful as he kept thrusting forward, trying to force his knot, the swollen part of the bottom of his lengths, to finally break in.

Her mouth hung open but produced no sound as she felt him finally being able to pop inside his knot with a last trust. Now unable to pull out anymore, his cock securely pressed as deep as it could go, head right on the opening of her womb, his knot secured in her entrance making sure that all his seed remained inside. No longer pushing out, only rocking against her frame. The pleasure of being stroked so deep within at such a brutal pace had her insides fluttering. Walls contracted around Levi's cock as he circled his hips jerking. Y/N squirmed as she felt the hot liquid gushing into her. Levi's shallow pumps released more each time. Rodding out his climax, growling softly as he humped desperately the soft body beneath him. Each shallow pump released more of his hot seed deep within her. With each pulsation, she felt the overwhelming fullness.

“Ah-” She mewled out as he released her neck to press his forehead against her nape, purring content to the point she could almost feel the satisfaction smile on the corner of his lips. Quick were to arrive the soft kisses and gentle laps on the claiming mark to numb the zone.

Levi’s endearing vibrations echoed on her exhausted frame as his chest was still pressed against her back. His hands now running up and down her sides as he kissed his shoulder blades delighted of a successful mating. It was a mere wash of calmness until the heat demanded them to retake the actions repeatedly.

Levi manoeuvred them to be laying on their side, spooning her from behind as they couldn't unlock yet. The cramped sheets at the bottom of the bed frame as the heat of their connected body was enough despite the winter temperatures. He dedicated to deliver affectionate gesture, a calming reassurance after the intensity of their union. He held her close, his strong arm draped around her waist as if somehow she could still perhaps run away. The tips of his hair tickled her face as Levi provided one of his arms as a pillow for both to rest their heads. It was stupid, to the point he probably would be ashamed later on how happy his mind was about it.

Pillows were spread around the floor, half-eaten loaves of bread on the night table. Shivers ran down his body as the air was humid and cold, dense and thick with confinement. The almost transparent sheets weren’t enough; his hand searched in vain and blindness for his blankets. He sat up abruptly, suddenly ashamed of his own nudity as his body felt sticky. His hips hurt, his legs contracted as if he had run a marathon, his hair clung to his forehead because of the lack of wash, his body froze as the sweat had turned cold.

Grey eyes roamed around his room that suddenly felt foreign to him. It was a mess, and he didn’t just say that because he was a clean freak. It WAS a mess. The sheets hung wrinkled on the edge of the bed, the bed frame had moved around, there were dirty dishes and jars of water half-drunk. His stomach groaned, complaining as the necessity to ingest food over any other priorities started to retake his system. The thick saliva in his mouth was gulped down slowly as his eyes admired the naked body sleeping next to him on the bed, tired and unaware. Levi couldn’t unglue his eyes from her naked back. His fingers ghosted over the purplish inflated claiming mark on the girl’s neck, not daring to touch it.

“No…” he whispered as realisation began to sink into his brain, which was finally, after almost over a week, regaining rationality. He slightly shook his head as he felt blame crawling up to him as if it was all a big mistake. Trying to search for a glimmer of hope, he carefully hovered over her peacefully resting body to softly sniff the mark he had left behind.

Shutting his eyes closed with pain and clenching his teeth, he breathed out, “Fuck!” Everything made sense now. She had mentioned that she was from a small country village and that during her nurse training, she lived in an omegas and betas only pension. Nature was wise—why waste energy and precious heat cycles when there was nobody around to claim her? It was better to save it for a worthy occasion. The way bringing her pastries from downtown brightened up her features, his necessity to provide tea for her, the chemical reaction of his face being too close to her neck that occasion. He had triggered her presentation.

‘A late bloomer,’ he thought. Unpresented, assumed to be a beta. His instincts knew better than himself.

“What the fuck have I done?” He cursed under his breath.

“Levi?”

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Chapter 5: Over

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: cunnilingus, spitting, praise kink, daddy kink, vaginal sex (cowgirl)

Summary: After your one night with Eren, you’re convinced that whatever the two of you have is over. But it seems like neither of you can avoid each other for much longer.

Notes: Chapter title inspired by “Over” by Lucky Daye.

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“Can you help me roll up my sleeves? It’s getting into the cookie dough.”

Mikasa smiles as she assists you, folding your sleeves over until they’re up to your elbows. She sticks her finger in the batter and tastes it, nodding her head in approval.

“Hey! Don’t stick your finger in there. People are going to be eating this.”

“It’s getting baked anyways, it’ll be fine,” she justifies, with a wave of her hand. She goes back to her spot, transferring freshly baked snickerdoodles from a baking pan onto a wire rack to cool.

It’s Friday before dinner. The two of you are in the kitchen of your RA’s room, baking dozens of cookies for tomorrow’s event. Sigma Nu Kappa hosts a bake sale every fall semester to raise money for their charity: the Stohess Children’s Hospital. One $25 ticket gives access to all-you-can-eat desserts, made fresh by the sisters of SNK, as well as some professionally baked goods from a few generous donors.

With the help of Alpha Tau, your sorority is expected to raise even more money this year. The brothers have been helping immensely with ticket sales. Jean and Marco sold tickets to their entire soccer team and the coaching staff. Levi, who works at the university gym, is planning to bring all his coworkers. Erwin easily convinced all the professors at the business school to attend. In addition, many of the brothers have volunteered to help with baking and setup during the event.

There are, however, a few brothers noticeably absent. Unfortunately, that includes Eren.

It’s been two weeks since that night. Two weeks since you last saw him when he fucked the virginity out of you. Naturally, you’ve managed to avoid him, since the two of you are in completely different majors. And maybe, just maybe, you were actively declining Armin’s invitations to go to the Alpha Tau house for dinner. Lucky for you, Mikasa was also avoiding the house for her own reasons.

Turns out, on the same night you and Eren had sex, Mikasa invited a certain Alpha Tau brother by the name of Jean Kirstein to have a little sleepover in your shared room. So, your absence wasn’t noticed, allowing you to keep the dirty deed between you and Eren a secret.

After sneaking out of Eren’s room that morning, you finally checked your phone, expecting dozens of worried texts from your roommate. Instead, you were met with three surprising messages:

Mikasa: Need the room tonight, so sorry

Mikasa: Petra said you can stay with her at the house

Mikasa: I owe you

When you confronted her about it later that day, she acted nonchalant, even claiming it was just a drunken hookup. You know the drunk part of it isn’t true, considering how Mikasa would never let herself lose her inhibitions while under the influence.

And now you know it wasn’t just a hookup, as she stares at her phone, smiling at a conversation her and Jean are having through text. With their new relationship still fresh, Mikasa has been staying away from the frat house until Jean properly informs his brothers about them.

You’re happy for your friend, seeing her all giddy and smiley like this. And because of Jean, of all people, who’s been smitten since he laid eyes on her. Good for them, you think, trying not to be disappointed at your own shitty situation with Eren.

With the ingredients for your chocolate chip cookies all mixed into a delicious batter, you start scooping them into rounds onto a baking sheet. Mikasa is already finished with her last batch of snickerdoodles, waiting for them to cool so she can start packing. She leans against the countertop, giggling at a private joke shared between her and her new beau. You can’t help but feel jealous.

Your RA, Yelena, comes into the kitchen and takes a big whiff. “It smells amazing in here,” she compliments, reaching for one of the snickerdoodles. Her hand gets swatted away by Mikasa, who’s suddenly aware again. “This is for tomorrow,” she says.

“But I’m letting you use my kitchen! Can’t I at least get a taste?”

“You can eat the misshapen ones over there by the fridge,” Mikasa directs, pointing to a small stack of irregular cookies. Yelena lets out a satisfied, “Yes!” as she makes her way to the treats. She asks you, “I already paid you for the ticket, right?”

“Yeah, you Venmo’d me a few days ago,” you remind her.

“Were you able to sell all your tickets?”

“Yeah. We only had to sell five tickets each, since we have the Alpha Tau’s helping us. I sold the rest of mine to some Eta Iota’s.”

“And I sold mine to Jean, Armin and some Delta Mu’s,” Mikasa chimes in, putting her phone away in her pocket.

“Eren didn’t buy one?” you ask.

She rolls her eyes. “He said he doesn’t like sweets, so he’s not coming.”

The more you find out about the mysterious Eren Jaeger, the less surprised you are about how little you have in common. This makes it easier to move on from him. So you think.

Mikasa adds, “Also, he said he’s going to the beach during the day and that he’ll be too tired to drag his ass to our event.”

You can’t help but wonder who he’s going to the beach with. Probably Reiner and some girls. Great. He’s already moved on and you’re still stuck on him. Maybe it’s time you move on too.

Mike’s flirtation with you that one night still pops in your head from time to time. You lied about having a boyfriend, thinking it was easier than being truthful. How do you even explain your secret desire to lose your virginity to mysterious bad boy Eren Jaeger?

But with the deed done and Eren moving on, it’s time you do the same. Mike is always nice, respectful, and fun. Almost a complete opposite of cold, distant, and serious Eren. Tonight, you’ll flirt with the senior and tell him that you broke up with your boyfriend. Hopefully he still finds you cute, and if not, you’ll find another Alpha Tau brother to hook up with. And with some sexual experience gained from your one-night stand, you can flirt with more confidence than ever before. It’ll be good. You can set yourself on the right track now, forgetting about your slight detour with Eren. Forgetting him completely to focus on finding a nice guy who will treat you right.

Once all your batches of cookies are baked, you and Mikasa pack up and deliver them to the Sigma Nu Kappa house before heading to dinner at the dining hall. You run into Annie and Hitch outside the house, inviting them to tag along.

As you all eat your meal together, chatting away about sorority life and trivial gossip, Hitch mentions, “I might be a little late to the bake sale tomorrow. Please, please, please save me some of your best desserts!”

“It’s first come, first serve, loser,” Annie comments. “Not our fault you’re going to the beach with Asshole 1 and Asshole 2.”

“Where are you going?”

Hitch answers, “Sandra is dragging me to the beach with some of the Alpha Tau’s.” She gives Annie and Mikasa a guilty look before continuing, “I’m going with Reiner, Bertolt, and Eren.”

Annie rolls her eyes. Mikasa stares down at her salad. You try to maintain a neutral expression.

“Yup. Hitch here is going to the beach with the only Alpha Tau brothers who didn’t help us with our event.”

“I had no idea they didn’t contribute!”

“You have nothing to feel guilty about. Annie is just giving you a hard time,” you console her.

“Of course I’m giving her a hard time. Reiner is a fucking asshole. And Eren is a fuck boy.”

“Hey!” Mikasa snaps, glaring at her.

Annie scoffs. “Seriously, Mikasa? Still defending your precious childhood friend? Admit it. He’s a dick.”

“Stop it, Annie,” you try to mediate.

“What? He was an asshole to you. He didn’t even apologize.”

“It doesn’t matter, it wasn’t a big deal. Also, you started it,” you tease.

“I knew you were going to throw that it my face,” she says, flicking a crouton at you.

Mikasa continues to look down at her food, not offering anything to the conversation about her best friend. Deciding it was best for the whole group to move on from this discussion, you change the subject to something else and Eren isn’t mentioned again the rest of the dinner.

That night, both you and Mikasa already in bed, you hear her shift around to call out your name. You turn to face her, surprised that she’s still awake.

“Do you think Annie was being serious when she said Eren is a fuck boy?”

Shit. How do you respond to that? Knowing fully well that he’s fucked you? You hate lying to Mikasa, but you hate it more thinking about how she’d react if you told her the truth.

“I don’t know. I don’t know really know him.” This is actually true. You have no idea what Eren does or even who Eren does, aside from you. Everything about him is a mystery, which might be the reason you’re so drawn into him. But it’s also the reason you’re weary of him.

“But have you heard anything? Like from Hitch or anyone else from the other sororities?” She sounds concerned.

“I haven’t heard anything, no. But so what if he is? It’s college, we should be experimenting, as long as we’re safe. Right?” You feel like you’re saying this more for yourself than for him.

“I get that. I’m not worried about that part of it. But for some reason, I’ve been getting this bad feeling. He seems so cold and distant these days. It’s not like him. I just don’t want him to hurt anyone.”

“Hurt?”

“I know he won’t physically hurt someone. But I don’t know. He can get intense sometimes. He’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and sometimes he doesn’t think about how his actions can hurt people. He can be a little selfish.”

Why is she telling you this? This feels too personal, too real. Too relevant for your current situation. It’s like she’s talking directly to your soul. Warning you.

“I’m just thinking out loud. I know you don’t know really know him. Sometimes I wish you could have met him before all of this. You would see how great of a person he can be.” She turns to lay on her back, gazing up at the ceiling.

You give her a sympathetic look, even though she can’t see you in the dark. There isn’t anything you can say to make her feel better. It sounds like she just wants someone to listen.

She mourns her friend as if he’s completely disappeared and become a new person. A bad person. Someone who hurts people. Sure, he’s said some unpleasant things to you the night you first met. But has he ever hurtyou? There aren’t enough feelings involved to get hurt. You both went into this knowing it was just sex. Nothing more.

But there’s always that tiny, miniscule part of your brain that nags you. Reminds you how fucking good he makes you feel. No matter how many times you tell yourself it’s just sex, you can’t help wishing it was something more.

After a few silent minutes pass, you hear her snore lightly, drifting off to sleep. Leaving you wide awake with new thoughts running through your head.

How can someone who makes you feel so good hurt you?

~~~

Saturday morning, Eren is smushed in the backseat of a Honda Civic with Hitch and Sandra. Reiner rides shotgun while Bertolt drives them an hour away to the beach.

It was Reiner’s idea to have a beach day with the two Eta Iota’s. He used this as an excuse to get out of helping Sigma Nu Kappa with their charity event. A pretty shitty thing for him to do, but unsurprising, nonetheless.

And Eren is no different, agreeing to go with them.

Halfway to their destination, Hitch starts talking about the bake sale. “Annie baked banana bread for today’s event. It smells so good. Can’t wait to try it later. I’m sure you would like it, Bertolt.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snaps, eyes still focused forward, fingers clenching the steering wheel a little tighter.

“I’m just saying. I think you’d like Annie’s dessert.”

Reiner rolls his eyes. “Give it a rest, Hitch. He’s over her. It was just a childhood crush. Besides, Bertolt can do so much better than a Sigma Nu Kappa.”

“Hey! They’re nice girls,” Hitch argues.

“Yeah, they are. I don’t know why you hate them so much,” Sandra chimes in.

“Girls like that don’t belong in a sorority. They’re losers. It’s pathetic how cool they think they are just because they’re friends with a couple of Alpha Tau’s now. If that whole shitstorm didn’t happen to us last semester, nobody would even be paying attention to them.”

Sandra and Hitch glare at the back of Reiner’s head, but don’t respond to his rant. Instead, Hitch turns to Eren and asks, “You like the SNKs, right Eren? Mikasa told me you two have known each other since you were kids.”

Eren strategically ignores her first question and questions, “How do you know Mikasa?”

“I met most of the girls during recruitment, but Mikasa and I started seeing each other in the same kickboxing class at the gym. I also hang out with her roommate.” She states her name, then continues. “We all eat dinner together sometimes.”

Eren’s chest tightens at the mention of her. He’s not sure why. He cracks open the window to get a whiff of fresh air, wondering where she is right now and what she’s doing. She’s probably baking something for their event later today. There’s a pang of guilt in his stomach, realizing he never bought a ticket and will miss it. Miss her. He wouldn’t have minded seeing her tonight and getting a taste of her dessert.

He's reminded of their time together two weeks ago. The morning after, she snuck out of his room without a word. Not even a note. He wanted to make sure she was okay. That she didn’t have any regrets choosing him to lose her virginity too. But he pretended to still be asleep when he heard her get up.

Since then, he’s spent all of the last two weeks trying not to think about her. He did what he wanted to do. Got it out of his system. But for some reason, she still occupies his mind.

He keeps telling himself that he’ll eventually find someone else to hook up with and forget all about her. But every time he’s with other women, whether it’s the Eta Iota’s or the Delta Mu’s, his mind always goes back to her. And whenever he sees her, he loses it. He wants nothing more than to feel her all over him, be all over her. Make her feel good. Make himself feel good.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. He’s not supposed to catch feelings for the first girl he has sex with in college. After the most boring freshman year, Eren was determined to turn his life around. All summer, he worked out, telling himself it was for health reasons when really, he just wanted to look better to attract women. It was all planned out: He’d join a frat to follow his older brother’s lifestyle: Party, drink, fuck, repeat. He’d be free to do whatever he wants, whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

Then he met her.

And now, she’s ruining everything.

How can he live out this fuck boy dream of his when his mind is always stuck on her? It’s an unexpected snag in his plans and he doesn’t like it. He needs to do something about it. Skipping the bake sale is a start. The main goal is to avoid her at all costs.

But is that really a good idea? She’s the only girl he knows that’s so eager to please him. Why should he let someone like that go? There’s no doubt that their sexual chemistry is unmatched. What’s wrong with keeping her around until he finds someone else?

They spend the next few hours at the beach, enjoying the sun and sand. Eren pretends he’s having fun, when in reality, he’s thinking of all the ways to avoid her and to have her all at once. He’s torn; both sides of his brain playing tug-of-war with each other, neither side any closer to winning.

How can he have her and not have her all at the same time?

~~~

The bake sale is a massive success. Numbers are double than all previous years, all credit going to Sigma Nu Kappa’s partnership with Alpha Tau. Besides the ticket sales, the brothers help by offering the kitchen at their fraternity house for some of the sisters to bake. Mike even offers his party house, which a few took advantage of. During the event, the Alpha Tau’s also help distribute the sweets to the attendees, including Hitch, who arrives late, but is excited to try out as many desserts as possible. You try your best not to pester about her about the beach date with Eren. She doesn’t give you much, only reiterating Annie’s sentiments of Reiner from last night’s dinner. “Yeah, Reiner is an asshole.”

During cleanup, Mike makes an announcement that he’s hosting a party at his place to celebrate the end of the event. You make it your mission tonight to flirt with him, maybe even kiss. Anything to take your mind off of Eren.

You and Mikasa head back to your room to shower and get ready. She leaves early to meet Jean before the party. For the first time, you’re heading out alone.

Even with Mike’s party being the only plans you have, you still shove the small bag of cookies into your purse. Just in case. If anything, you can give it to someone else and pretend you aren’t thinking about Eren. You know you’re not going to see him. He’s probably going to another Eta Iota party to fuck some other girl. But there’s still that pathetic, hopeless part of you that wishes you would see him.

As you walk across campus, taking the usual route to Mike’s house, you pass by Eren’s dormitory. The memory of him literally dragging you here in a hurry pops up in your head. Every little thing reminds you of him. You have to stop.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice him approaching until he’s right in front of you.

~~~

“Hey,” Eren greets. He’s in his black sweats and a grey t-shirt, sweat marks down his chest from the workout he just completed at the gym. He wasn’t expecting to see her tonight. There’s that weird tightness in his chest again. “What are you doing here?”

She looks flustered, explaining, “I was just passing by. I’m heading to Mike’s right now.”

Mike. Fuck that guy. “Were you waiting for me or something?”

This startles her. “What? No. I just…I got distracted. I didn’t even know you were here. I thought maybe you’d be at another party or something.”

“Nah. Just got back from the gym. Probably just gonna stay in tonight.” He sits at a nearby bench, waving her over to follow.

She does, sitting a safe distance apart. “We raised a decent amount of money today. In case you were wondering.”

“That’s good. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.” Shit. Why is he apologizing? He should head up to his room and stop this. Let her go to fucking Mike’s party and leave him alone.

From her purse, she pulls out a small plastic bag of cookies, offering it to him. “Mikasa said you don’t like sweets. But I saved you some just in case you want to try.”

It’s true; he’s not a big fan of desserts. But to be offered it is still nice. Especially from her. He almost feels touched that she thought of him enough to save this for him. “Were you hoping to see me today?”

“It crossed my mind, yeah.” She gazes down, embarrassed, setting the bag of treats on her lap. It’s silent for a few moments. He studies her, unsure what’s going on in that cute head of hers. His resolve is wavering. He needs to go upstairs now.

“Hitch told me you all went to the beach today. Sounds like fun,” she says, smiling. Fuck, she’s cute. That smile is so fucking cute.

“It was okay.”

He pauses, debating with himself. If he says it, it’s over.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Her eyes widen, shocked by his statement. “Huh?” she blurts out.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he repeats, with more confidence.

“Why were you thinking about me?”

“I don’t know. You’re on my mind a lot these days.” He decides to just let all his intrusive thoughts flow out, not wanting to lie or pretend anymore. More than anything, he wants to be with her again. Have her under him. Have her in his room upstairs right now.

“I thought you didn’t find me interesting enough.” There’s a coy grin on her face.

“I’ve changed my mind. I think you’re very interesting.” He scoots towards her, his pinky grazing her hand as he leans in closer, lips tickling the shell of her ear. “I want a taste of your cookie.”

He presses soft kisses along her neck, his hand sliding across her thigh. “I’m really craving it right now,” he purrs, his fingertips dangerously close to her clothed pussy.

“Eren,” she breathes out, turning her head to him to kiss him on the lips. He fucking loves it when she says his name all breathy like this. He smirks, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. He’s too far gone to pull back, so he doesn’t. He’s going for it. Fuck it. If this is a sinking ship, he’ll happily go down with it.

“Skip the party. Come over to my room. We’ll have our own fun, just the two of us,” he tells her. Voice low, enticing, dripping with lust. He’s doing everything he can to convince her. And it’s working.

She kisses him back, mouth open and eager, so fucking eager. He grabs her by the wrist and leads her upstairs into the room, déjà vu from the last time they were together. Once inside, they stumble towards to the bed, where she immediately sits herself down at the edge, waiting obediently for his next command.

“I’m all sweaty. Can you wait for me while I take a quick shower? I promise I’ll be fast.” He strips his shirt off, sweat glistening on his chest and abdomen. She nods lazily at his question, distracted by his bare body. “You’re staring,” he teases her.

She swallows loud before responding, “I can’t help it. You’re so sexy right now.”

Fuck. He can’t help but let any praise that comes out of her mouth go straight to his head, and his dick. He walks to her, hands at her sides, leaning in close. She looks so vulnerable as he looms over her, his gaze almost threatening. The smell of his sweat and musk is heavy in the small space between them.

In a hushed voice, he asks, “Can you do me a favor while I’m gone?”

She nods dumbly again, hypnotized by whatever sexual energy he’s emanating.

He bows his head, lips skimming her ear gently, whispering, “Touch yourself. Make yourself come. I don’t care how you do it. I just need you to be so fucking wet that I can drown in that pretty pussy as soon as I come back. You understand?”

“Fuck,” she moans, sounding so desperate and needy for him. It’s torture for her as much as it is for him, but he knows it’ll be worth it.

“Don’t skimp out on me, okay? You better be fucking soaked when I come back. I’ll punish you if you’re not,” he warns her. He kisses her cheek before pulling away to toss a towel over his shoulder and walk out the door, leaving her alone in the room.

~~~

You’re already aching for his return. Not wasting another second, you lay back and remove your pants, keeping your underwear on. Sure enough, you’re already wet, a damp spot forming on your panties from your slick. With Eren’s naughty favor being your focus, you spread out your thighs, fingers reaching down to rub small circles on your clit. You feel torn between fulfilling his request or seeing what punishment he has in store for you if you don’t. Either way, thinking of him makes you horny as you continue to pleasure yourself on his bedsheets, waiting for him to come back.

After a few agonizing minutes, you hear the handle turn slowly. He walks in, wet hair wrapped in a messy bun, towel tied to his waist, and small droplets of water shimmering on his skin. You don’t stop; your middle finger slides up and down your folds, gathering slick from your entrance to spread around your puffy clit. He bites his lower lip while he observes you, removing the towel from his body to reveal his already erect cock.

“I knew you could do it,” he praises, stepping towards the edge of the bed. “Keep playing with it. Let me watch.” He pulls your panties to the side to expose your dripping cunt.

You touch yourself faster, flustered by the wet sounds coming from your arousal. It only seems to rile him up, his eyes hyper focused on your slippery fingers caressing your bud, huffing out demands at you. “Faster. Play with it faster, baby.” You feel his hot breath on your skin, teasing you, turning you on. After a few minutes, he stops you.

“It’s my turn now.”

He kneels onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs, staring at your clothed pussy. “Look how drenched your panties are. Didn’t even bother taking them off.” Hooking his thumbs under the sides, he slides them off your legs. Instead of tossing them to the floor, like you expect, he wraps it around his hard cock and strokes himself with it. You sit up on your elbows to get a better view.

“I like having your cute panties on my dick like this. Makes me so fucking horny,” he moans, jerking himself rapidly. “But you know what makes me really fucking horny?”

“What?” you ask, voice breathless and pussy throbbing as you anticipate his answer.

“Eating you out. Tasting your cum on my tongue.”

You moan, collapsing back onto the bed, his face pressed to your pussy, planting small kisses onto your clit. It sends electricity all the way down to your toes. His kisses deepen, mouth open and lapping away at your bud hastily. You feel his tongue swirl around you in the most delightful way, causing you to grind your hips against his face.

“That’s it, baby. You did such a good job, holy fuck. You hear how wet you are? So fucking wet for me.” He slobbers all over you, the squelching noises obscene and nasty from the way he moves against your clit. “Such a good fucking girl. Such a good fucking girl,” he chants, licking up and down, side to side. You hear him spit on you, using his tongue to spread his saliva all over your cunt, repeating it two more times. It’s so fucking nasty, so fucking good.

“Eren, fuck. I love it. I love it. Please don’t stop,” you beg, fully enraptured by him. For a split second, you’re worried about throwing that word around haphazardly, but you say it anyway.

“I love eating you out. Always taste so fucking good, fuck,” he murmurs, eyes closed as he indulges in your wetness. His face is buried between your legs, sucking and slurping every drop. You’re a moaning mess for him, the pleasure so surreal you almost forget where you are. The walls are thin; the neighbors must be hearing this. You reach for the pillow beside you to cover your mouth, only to have it snatched away from you in an instant.

“Don’t fucking do that. I want to see your pretty face as I lick your pussy clean.”

Something within you snaps. You feel a rush of euphoria ripple through your body as you orgasm on his tongue. You hear him moan into you, purring, “Yes, yes. Come all over my face, baby. Give it to me. Fuck.”

You blackout for a few seconds, overstimulated and spent from the ecstasy. You’re brought back from your daze as soon as he’s beside you. That cocky smirk on his lips, glossy with your cum. He brushes the hair out of your face to cup your cheek, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb. Nothing is said between you two as you gaze at each other, eyes soft with passion, skin hot and prickly with desire. When your lips meet, the kisses are gentle and sweet, making you flutter below your belly.

Before you know it, your body takes over and you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, his hard cock pinned beneath your pussy and is abdomen. You finally remove your blouse and unhook your bra, baring your breasts to him. He looks up at you, eyes wide with arousal as he slides his hands to your hips. “You gonna ride me till I come, baby? Gonna let me fill your cunt up with my load?”

This is the nastiest he’s ever been with you. It makes you dumb, reckless, and thoughtless. “I want it, baby. I want to feel you come inside me,” you whine, moving your plush folds along his shaft.

“Then do it. It’s okay. I’m clean. I haven’t touched anyone else. Only you,” he says, caressing your hips as you grind against him.

Processing what he said, you reveal to him, “I’m on birth control.”

At those words, his soft expression turns naughty. “Good girl.”

Even if you weren’t on birth control, you’re certain you would still let him hit it raw. Which is irresponsible, you know that. But right now, you’re so fucked up and brainless for him that you don’t care.

You lift yourself off him to position his tip at your entrance, guiding it in gently as you sink onto his shaft. It’s tight, but it slides in smoothly, pussy sleek from your climax. He sucks in a breath as you take all of him in.

Taking a few seconds to adjust to his length, you lean over him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. You start to rock your hips back and forth, riding him, making his cock disappear inside your pussy with each thrust. The grip on your hips tightens as he growls, “Fuck, baby. Just like that. Do it just like that. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

The praise encourages you to pick up your pace, ass bouncing and tits jiggling like a fucking pornstar. He’s letting you be in control this time.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Use me like your fucking sex toy. Use this fucking cock,” he spits out, praise getting filthier, your pace getting faster.

Maybe you’re not in control. Every fucking one of his demands you do without a second thought. You’re doing everything he wants. He’s got you eating out of the palm of his hand.

You continue to bounce on his cock relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. The both of you moan into each other’s mouths, exchanging sloppy kisses, unconcerned about being heard by others. All that matters right now is that you both reach your high together.

He pulls away from your lips to breathe out, “Suck on my fingers, baby. Get them nice and wet for me.”

Without question, you keep your mouth open for him as he slides his fingers down your throat. Like an obedient slut, you suck on him, dragging your tongue and lips all over his hand. He whispers praises at you. “That’s a good girl. You always do such a good job for me.”

Satisfied, he slips his fingers out and reaches down to play with your clit. The unexpected contact causes you to cry out, “Fuck!”

He chuckles, rubbing against you as you ride his cock harder and faster. “Such a nasty slut, getting my fingers all wet so I can play with your clit.” With his free hand, he slaps your ass, the loud smack echoing off the walls.

“You like being a slut for me, don’t you?” Another smack. “Say you’re my slut.”

“I’m your –“ a breath catches in your throat. “I’m your slut.”

“Say your daddy’s little slut.” Smack. You feel drunk, intoxicated by the way his cock pounds into you as he spanks you and stimulates your clit. Truly treating you like a slut. And you love it. You can’t get enough of it.

“I’m daddy’s little slut. I’m daddy’s little slut,” you whine, another orgasm quickly approaching. Mind empty and careless as you spew out whatever thoughts come to you. “I’m yours, Eren. I’m yours.” It slips out carelessly, but it doesn’t matter.

“Yes. Yes. You’re mine. You’re all mine. Fuck,” he moans, pumping into you faster, fingers ruthless against your swollen bud. “Come for me, baby. You can do it. Come for me.”

You let go, coating his cock with your cum as you ride out your orgasm with him inside you. Ecstasy overwhelms you, feeling both satisfied and drained, your body relaxing above him.

The two of you start kissing again. He thrusts into you slowly, whispering, “I’m going to come inside you, okay? Is that okay, sweetie?”

Sweetie. You’ve never heard him be affectionate before. It’s unusual. It throws you off. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy all over your spent body. Nodding your head against him, you kiss him softly until he comes inside you after a few more deep thrusts. You feel his cock twitch, hot cum coating your insides. And if you weren’t already depleted from your most recent climax, you’re sure this would get you off again, feeling his load spill out of your fluttering pussy.

When he’s done, he slides out, lifting your hips up gingerly to move you to his side. His cum trickles out of you and onto his sheets. It’s dirty and erotic. The aftermath from a night of passion between you and him.

This is the closest to cuddling the two of you have done, both exhausted and blissful in each other’s arms. He clears his throat before asking, “Was that good for you?”

“Yeah, it was.” You look down at the mess you made and giggle. “Obviously.”

He kisses your forehead. Another affectionate gesture that sends your synapses firing. “You’re not going to sneak out again, are you?”

“Huh?”

“You left last time without saying goodbye.”

He’s full of surprises today. You didn’t think he noticed nor cared that you snuck out that morning. “Oh. I…I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me in the morning. I thought it would be better to just leave.”

“You’re right. I wasn’t sure what I wanted at the time.” His hand massages small circles on your back. It’s relaxing. Comfortable.

“How about now? Do you know what you want now?”

“Yeah.” He pauses for a bit before saying, “I want you.”

It’s sweet and romantic. It gives you butterflies in your stomach. It feels like a proper confession after so much build up, so much tension between the two of you. You feel your heart pounding, almost like it could burst out of you. You’re happy.

“But let’s keep this between you and me. I don’t want people knowing about us.”

And then, just like that, you feel a sinking feeling in your chest. Dread. “Oh. Why not?”

He shrugs. “I don’t really want people knowing my business. People talk. It’s annoying.”

My business. It’s not about you, not even about the two of you. It’s about him. Confused, and now slightly annoyed, you ask, “So you want people to think we’re just friends?”

“Not even that. Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other. Nobody will suspect anything.”

It feels like a slap to the face. Like the rug was pulled right from under you just when you started dancing on it.

“It’ll be fun,” he adds, sensing your trepidation, an attempt at lightening the mood, making it seem like a silly game.

You don’t respond, unsure how to. Maybe it’s not a big deal. You think back on the night he first kissed you. He said he didn’t like PDA. Is this the same thing? You find yourself making up as many excuses as you can to convince yourself that this isn’t all that bad.

“Hey.” He tips your head up to look at him. “It’ll be our little secret. Only we’ll know what we do with each other, no one else. Doesn’t that sound fun?” He caresses your bottom lip with his thumb.

You know it’s sketchy. Every fiber of your being is screaming at you. There’s another reason, a bigger reason, why he wants to keep this a secret. You know it, but you’re too chickenshit to confront him about it. Even too scared to admit it to yourself. Deep down, no matter how much you don’t want to believe it, Eren is embarrassed. Embarrassed of not being the fuck boy he had planned to be. Embarrassed of being associated with an unpopular sorority.

Embarrassed of you.

But he’s got you wrapped around his finger; completely charmed by the luscious words he speaks and those striking green eyes that captivate your soul. You’re spellbound by him. Enchanted. Trapped. You’ve let him manipulate you into thinking you’re special. So special he wants to keep you a secret.

So, you agree. It’ll be fun. You’re fine with being his dirty little secret.

Because having him behind closed doors is better than not having him at all.

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