#alpha!eren

[bloompompom]

ceo alpha!eren x omega!reader because why not

content: ~1.7k word count oops. fem!reader, omegaverse and related themes (heat/rut, slick, knotting, pheromones, etc), breeding, mentions of semi-public sex, somnophilia, pet names, spitting, dirty talk, rough sex, explicit sexual content, explicit language. reader discretion advised 18+ only

Alpha!Eren who would have you join him at work, only on his most strenuous days. The days when the hands of the clock must have been dipped in molasses, and the minutes ticked by more like hours. Days drawn out by meeting after meeting, each somehow more pointless than the last. And God forbid anyone try to make a decision without his input for once in their pathetic lives.

You would trot your way up to his office, skipping past the cute little cubicles that looked pitiful in comparison to your closet, with one purpose and one purpose only.

It didn't take a genius to figure out the reason for your visits. A thin door could never suppress your heady pheromones; they billowed from the gap beneath it. But no one ever batted an eye. They never questioned it when they wouldn't see you again until evening, toted out beneath their boss's arm, slightly disheveled as you clung to him with a dainty hand wrapped around the bend in his elbow. You'd reek of Eren, having been scent-marked by him until the fumes were as choke-worthy as smoke. No one dared to take a second look. Smug bastard or not, his employees were smart enough to not interfere with his more personal affairs.

Alpha!Eren whose scent was always more alluring when vexed. It was an authoritative, commanding scent. Not a twinge at the tip of your nose but as robust as a deep breath of air and just as weighty at the bottom of your lungs. Mint as fresh as if you had tossed the leaf straight into your mouth and ground it with your molars, warmed by the intoxicating scent of stiff rum. It sedated you into this delirious and euphoric little thing. Utterly passive, like the good omega you were. You'd spend the workday at his side—and on his lap and beneath him and on top of him. Wherever he wanted you, you were always more than eager to oblige.

You perched all pretty atop his lap was his favorite, especially when you would straddle his thigh. You'd roll your hips against the ungiving muscle until he'd decidedly flip you around, cowgirl, and bounce you on his cock. It only took one hand to send an email.

But most of the time, between getting yourself off (when allowed) and getting Eren off, you'd spend the afternoon curled up under his desk in adoration, a touch-starved kitten mewling at his feet. He was such a busy man, after all. You'd nuzzle against the tightening crotch of his pants, waiting with a watering mouth for permission to remove them. Only then would you work off his belt and unzip his slacks to lap at his cock through his boxers. He'd use your mouth as his toy, and if you made a mess, you were always sure to lick it clean before it could stain.

Alpha!Eren who, upon meeting you, knew he could never go without you again. Never in his life had he experienced such a feeling. One he could only describe as a lightning strike, not from the sky but from blooming from some deep, primal part of him. Some inborn urge to impress you, to court and provide for you—to have you. You were halfway his already, undeniably so as your scent would flare every time he leaned into you. A delectable aroma of blackberries, their tartness lulled by sugared maple, swirling around him in a pacifying mist. What a wonderful cocktail the two of you would create.

Alpha!Eren who, at best, was described as insolent and, at worst, labeled an asshole, was anything but when it came to you. Any request was yours so long as you softened him up, which never took much. It made him happy to see you giggly and bounding around, so why wouldn't he go and give you whatever you pleased? He more than had the means to, and you more than deserved it. You were his mate, his perfect one at that. Truly, you must have been put on this planet just for him, so he might as well gift you the world in return.

Which was the very reason why he already knew the answer to your next request the moment he walked through the front door.

Eren was running late that night, returning home well past dark to find the couch cushions in disarray. Before he could even pull the breath to call for you, it hitched in his throat.

You were in heat. It'd been a while since that happened.

Your pheromones were tenfold thanks to it, this sharp and thickly sweet scent he could practically taste on the back of his tongue.

Work had occupied more of his week than he would have liked, but even so, he should have seen this coming. Just last night, you were restless in your sleep, wiggling and murmuring to yourself. He checked to see if you were awake only to discover how invitingly warm, how soft, you felt beneath his palm. He was hard instantly, bringing him to snake an arm around you, holding you there to fuck his cock between your slick thighs. Of course, he was too far gone at that point to question it.

You emerged from the bedroom with pillows stuffed beneath your arms, wearing one of his shirts—not a fresh one, but one you had undoubtedly dug out from the bottom of the hamper. Your figure was blurred by the oversized tee, but that didn't stop his fantasies from running rampant.

Eren watched you keenly as you added the pillows to the growing pile in front of the fireplace. You bent over to fluff, and he could plainly see how soaked your panties were. He asked you then if you had stopped taking your heat blockers.

The bashful face you made at him said enough. And when you admitted you did it because you wanted to get pregnant, Eren couldn't hide how his breathing went uneven.

He approached you, dipping his chin and taking yours between two fingers. He angled you to meet his eye and tried his best to keep his expression doting, docile, but it was near-impossible with the way you stared back at him. Your eyes were still alert, pupils blown and flickering across his face, but the rest of you looked softer, somehow. Your lips were poutier, begging to be bitten, and you had this dreamy look on your face.

"My pretty girl," Eren whispered, a low growl lurking beneath his words.

You melted into his grasp, his mesmeric pheromones coiling around you, sedating you. It was euphoric, to finally bask in your alpha's presence after a day spent alone, but it wasn't enough. Every part of your body pulsed hotly in response to his touch, waiting for him to finally have you.

And he would. Fuck, he was aching to. He needed you so terribly he couldn't be upset that you stopped taking your blockers without warning, even if it meant triggering his own rut.

Oh, well. He figured he could use a few days away from the office.

Eren swiped his thumb over your bottom lip.

"You want me to give you a baby?" His fingers traced down the front of your throat, skimming lower until they were between your legs. He pushed your underwear aside, cupping a hand over you in ownership. "Breed this perfect pussy?"

You bobbled your head in a nod, clenching your thighs around his hand in hopes he'd do something more than teasingly play with your slick for his own enjoyment.

"Whatever you want," Eren pecked the tip of your nose, and you knew it was the gentlest he planned on being with you, "it's yours."

Alpha!Eren whose strength didn't falter as he scooped you into his arms and whisked you off to bed. Legs spread with him in between, you locked your ankles against the small of his back. You pressed your body to his, hopelessly grinding your clothed pussy against his stomach on instinct, searching for any sort of release as you made a mess of his button-down.

There you were, splayed across the bed, panting, and he hadn't even touched you yet, not the way you needed him to. He appraised the sight below him, from the beads of sweat decorating your hairline to your legs wilted to either side, with this unyielding sort of look on his face, the look of hunger.

Eren thoughtlessly tore at your underwear, kissing and sucking and biting along your thighs until he closed his mouth over your pussy. It didn't take long for him to lick you to your first orgasm. You were more sensitive in this state, so submissive and dedicated, just as your omega nature intended.

The waves of your orgasm paled and swelled, leaving you in a rose-colored haze as Eren sat upright.

"How sweet you are. Let me give you a taste."

Before he could grab ahold of your face and open your mouth for you, you beat him to it. You let your jaw fall slack, your tongue lolling out to eagerly accept the string of saliva connecting you to him before he kissed it into your mouth.

What little restraint he had was clouded by your heavenly scent, cloying at his every sense. He hastily undid his belt, then the button and zipper to his pants, but his darkened eyes never left you.

You took his pink-tinged cheeks between your hands, purring, "I'm here," as you peppered open-mouthed kisses along the feverish skin of his neck.

You moved to present yourself to your alpha, but he flipped you onto your hands and knees instead. He kicked apart your legs and thrusted inside you heedlessly, like a beast freed from his leash.

You whined, tangled somewhere in the knot where pain met pleasure, as you pushed back against him.

"I know, baby. I know," he said—not consoled, because there wasn't an ounce of reassurance behind it.

Alpha!Eren who bit your name into the back of your neck, on the bonding scar behind your ear. Who knotted you in prone bone because your arms and legs were too shaky by the time he was finished with you.

He consumed you, every part of you. He bathed you in feel-good pheromones, his weight pinning your sweat-sheened body to the bed. He nuzzled against the side of your face, kissing your cheek as he asked if you were okay.

You were, your body was made for this. And once you were no longer locked together, you knew you'd be ready for another round. There was no chance Eren wouldn't knock you up this heat because whatever you wanted, it was yours.

[daddy-suguru]

Eren jeager + jealousy/marking

anonymous-asked a question!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explict, alpha!player!jealous!eren, beta!reader, hints at reader needs to be prepped to handle him, biting/marking, eren licks some blood, Eren has fangs to mark you with, friends with benefits/roommates au

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⇝ I got excited when you sent in the next message saying you meant this to be abo! Love me some jealous alpha Eren :3

      His fangs were out elongated before he slammed the door shut. Almost spitting the wooden frame of the doorway. And you never thought you could hear a lock click so aggressively until you heard Eren lock the door.

Eren’s hands are on your hips before you can reach down to slip off your strappy high heels you wore to Jean’s party. Pulling your body to his, his hard cock on your bare backside. Since the dress up picked had a deep dip that went down just above your ass.

It’s been driving Eren crazy. Since you first walked into the living room and all throughout the party Eren was fighting internally to keep his mind out of the gutter. And his cock soft, in his ripped dark jeans, until he could get you alone.

His voice is low when he grumbles, “I can still smell him on you mama.” The man at the party hadn’t gotten far, since you didn’t care for the disappointment. But riling up Eren is always a plus. The excitement at how much he has been caring.

Over the past few months the friends with benefits relationship with your roommate has been becoming less casual.

Reminding Eren by telling him, “You were the one who said no strings attached Jeager.” You always used his last name when you wanted to be a brat. Because of how much he adores hearing you moan his first name.

The little ways he knows your body and moods is his favorite part. Because he can make you come undone faster than anyone else.

Eren’s chest rumbles against your backside with a heavy growl. While his grasp on your hips tightens as he says,  “And I’m saying I’m changing my mind. I’ll tie you to the bed to show you how many string I want fucking attacked.” He smirks when he breathes in the sweet smell of your thick lust. Your body reacts so well to his that it makes him want to bite your neck. 

You say, “What if I don’t want stri-nggggs!” Your voice wavers as Eren’s fangs touch your neck. Tilting your head to the side while you add, 

“Plus won’t people think it’s odd your not with an omega?” The insecurity brought by omegas at Jean’s party at how you might not keep up with his rut lingering in the back mind.

Eren sinks his sharp teeth in breaking the skin easily, making blood bead up on the small wounds. It’s a tease of a claim, one that will fade within a few days. Yet the sight of it is enough to make Eren drunk with possessiveness and lust.

Licking up the bit of blood on your neck before he tells you, “They aren’t the ones I’m concerned with. What I care about is how I want my scent to always cover you. And how I don’t want to share you with anyone else, not a kiss or even a fucking touch on the damn shoulder.” Sliding his hand down the shape of your hip, slipping his hand underneath your dress. 

Groaning when he finds you aren’t wearing panties and that you are a wet mess. With your juices smearing onto your thighs. All from him pressing his body up against yours. He groans, 

“I love how your pussy struggles to take my fat cock. And how it tugs every time I pull away. How is this pussy not made for me?” He slips his forefinger into your wet heat. Which clenches around his thick finger. 

Eren says, “They can stare only as long as they still understand you are mine.” Grabbing onto his arm, the sight of the thick arm vanishing beneath the bottom of your dress makes your knees weak. And when he strokes your sweet spot, rougher than he should, the pleasure borders on painful from the intensity. 

Rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb to sweeten his actions a little. He says, “I’m not claiming you unless you beg for it. I know you can do it for me. Be a good girl and beg for me to bite your pretty neck. Can't you mama”

[lemonmaid]

OK ! I don't know how to make requests but a part 2 of distant alpha eren would be good

;)

Couldn't on how to end it. so lucky you, you get two endings.

Warnings: gender neutral reader, omegaverse

Good ending:

Distant Alpha Eren who embraces you when you finally come out of omega-depression.

Distant Alpha Eren who make life long promises to you while pampering you.

Distant Alpha Eren who insists on taking care of y'alls pup while you recover.

Distant Alpha Eren who literally becomes a stay at home parent while supporting you at the same time

Distant Alpha Eren who becomes a better person just in general

Distant Alpha Eren who wants to start going to couple's therapy and admits to cheating.

Distant Alpha Eren who plans a family vacation to a cabin.

Distant Alpha Eren who begs for you to forgive him

Distant Alpha Eren who asks for more pups.

Bad Ending

Distant Alpha Eren who doesn't do hook ups anymore

Distant Alpha Eren who feels y'alls breaking by the minute

Distant Alpha Eren who hates himself for killing you.

Distant Alpha Eren who doesn't even look at his pup because it hurts too much

Distant Alpha Eren who is just filled with hate

Distant Alpha Eren who isnt surprised when he is diagnosed with Alpha Depression

Distant Alpha Eren who just gives up

[levi-4uckerman]

dirt and roses

4.8k words | reblog and I’ll tongue kiss u

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!

@feelingsandemotionsnotexplored

[melishade]

Ok I don't remember this was asked but because of recent chapter, what would the 13 primes think on Zeke and Eren and Ymir, especially megatronous the fallen?

I think this is the perfect opportunity to talk about chapter 90, specifically:

Primus' design when confronting Eren and Zeke.

Eren watched Primus slowly remove his hand from Ymir’s sleeping form, and that hand curled into a tight fist. Eren watched Primus’ eyes shut in a grimace, confliction and anger written all over his face. The anger faded into a face of acceptance and resignation before his eyes opened once more. Eren gasped, as he could no longer see the iris or the pupils; they were glowing a bright, brilliant blue. Eren yelped in fear, feeling the chain around his arm yank and drag him forward through the sand. Zeke was suddenly pulled by an invisible force as well. They were both then forced to a stop, a good distance away from Primus and the tree, side-by-side.

The two could only watch as Primus stood up fully and walked towards them, the being’s veins began to glow a bright blue. With every step, small tremors were felt throughout the sand. A rectangular device with a sphere in the middle manifested on the front of Primus’ chest, and blue energy poured out of this device and wrap around his body, forming a transparent blue armor. Twelve uniquely colored orbs also emerged from his chest and floated behind him, forming a rotating halo of sorts behind his back. Primus stopped his march directly in from of them, and Eren couldn’t help but note the blue energy that formed the transparent armor was still moving and vibrating. Even so, that stern piercing gaze was causing the both of them to tremble in fear. Primus slightly turned his attention to Zeke Jaeger and grimaced.

“Zeke Jaeger.” Multiple voices were heard, causing Zeke to grit his teeth, since his body was still frozen. Eren; however, was shocked. He lied?! Primus knew his name the entire time?!

So in my previous post about Primus, I did bring up the fact that I wanted Primus to be the complete opposite of Unicron. As Unicron would detest working with lower lifeforms, creation, and sharing his power, Primus would treasure lower lifeforms and creation, and would give his power freely to those who earn it. This is actually apparent in Primus' design for the AOP story.

Whenever Unicron is shown in the TFP series, he's always present as a looming threat, relying on his own power, taking control of others, refusing cooperation and harmony. Primus' design, both human form and 'god form', are a complete opposite of that. Primus doesn't mind being an observer in this world, and being a human obviously makes thing easier for him to do. He could no doubt revert to his titan form at any time, but considering the situation that he is in, it's best to not do that.

Primus' 'god form' by the end of the chapter also reflects Primus' ideology. In the Covenant of Primus, Primus creates the 13 primes because he knows he can't defeat Unicron on his own, so taking advantage of Unicron's pride, he creates the 13 to defeat Unicron. He gives them great strength, power, and their own personalities. Primus is willing to give his creation divine power, his power, while Unicron would never do that.

Why do I bring this up? Well because the Primes are actually listening in through Primus himself in chapter 90, and will definitely be talking through Primus in chapter 91. I have already made this clear to some degree.

Primus raised his hand, and energy swirled in his palm. Primus thrust his hand to strike, but Zeke managed to shoot up and grab Primus’ arm. His fingers were mere centimeters away from plunging into Eren’s chest. Primus was unfazed and not amused with this act of defiance. Zeke felt his body tremble as that powerful gaze was directed at him, but Zeke forced himself to hold his ground.

“Zeke Jaeger,” a singular, male voice spoke that was clearly not Primus. The energy around the being had changed from blue…to white, “We have considered your background and ultimate plan into consideration for your rather light punishment. Do not have us reconsider it and take into account the amount of lives slain at your hand as punishment for your interference.”

“P-please,” Zeke stuttered, “I n-need him. T-to-,”

“Enact your Euthanasia plan, correct?” another voice spoke as the energy turned into an electrifying blue. A younger male one at that, which sounded irritated with Zeke’s attempts at persuasion, “To stop the creation of life as an act of mercy. That sounds awfully familiar to Unicron. I never imagined that I would meet a mortal with the same mentality as my brother.”

The appearance of certain Primes will be based on the color the energy changes to, and how the armor morphs to their appearances as shown in the covenant of Primus.

The white energy Prima, the first prime,

while the electric blue energy belongs to Micronus Prime, the first minicon.

Even Prima's dialogue refers to Primus as 'we' signifying that Primus isn't the only one listening into this conversation.

This is also hinted at in the way that the font is written. If the fount is bold and italicized, then it is only one person speaking. If it is bold, italicized and underlined (Tumblr might not let me do that here but bare with me.) then all the Primes are speaking.

I've even written other hints about Primus using the powers of his Primes before the end of the chapter. When Primus' eyes are darting around the room because of what Eren said, it shifts between purple and gold. If you look up the Covenant of Primus and the color scheme of each of the Primes, Primus is using both Alpha Trion and Vector Prime's abilities to see both the past and the future. When Primus find a particular memory, his eyes turn to red. And guess who's red on the color wheel of the Primes?

Megatronus: A Prime known for his rage and fury with a weapon that killed Solus Prime and shattered Liege Maximo to pieces. So that outburst of red energy, that was Primus...and Megatronus. So you already have an idea of how Megatronus feels about Eren.

Additionally, Primus has also used Vector's powers, after Mikasa was brought back to the Jaeger household. I made Primus show concern for Mikasa before he sits down on the floor. In that moment, he's asking Vector to see her future, and he sees what lies ahead for her and makes a vow to protect her. And if you want to know how he does that, all you have to do is look at the Hizuru OVA.

So back to Primus' god form, the colorful orbs surrounding him like a halo in painting like these:

There are twelve, signifying that all the Primes are listening in. But wait, there's one missing, because it's Thirteen Primes, right?

Well, let me explain a few reasons for that! Reason #1: Optimus Prime is said to be the reincarnation of Thirteen, so obviously is currently in play right now, so he can't be with the other Primes. Also, also, Thirteen looks like this:

He has no face, and Optimus is the reincarnation of Thirteen, and Primus is wearing Optimus' human form, so technically! the Primes are there, with Primus wearing Optimus' face, making it Thirteen!!!!

....LISTEN I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS FOR YEARS THIS IS WHAT YOU SIGN UP FOR!!!!!

So when I had this meme ready:

I really mean it. The Primes are watching all of this through Primus and they are not fucking happy with Eren. They actually think Zeke is the better option all things considered! Because Eren wants to wipe out everything! And kill Optimus and...well Alpha Trion isn't taking it well:

Alpha Trion: I WILL KILL THAT CHILD!

Half of the Primes scrambling to hold Alpha Trion back and trying to talk him down.

Vector searching through other futures for AOP without looking back: Someone retrain him!

Amalgamous transforming to wrap around Alpha Trion: WHAT DO YOU THINK WE'RE DOING?!

Ymir's situation will be more discussed in the In Between OVA

[synamoly]

ETERNAL, MASTERLIST

alpha! eren yaeger x omega!black coded!reader

cw: a/b/o dynamics, stoic!eren gets a little mean, size difference, violence, misogyny (not from eren, it is abo), marijuana usage, possessive behavior, jealousy, breeding kink, toxic family dynamics, happy endings we don’t like sadness, more warnings to be added—gets more specific in warning heavy chapters

synopsis: in which the poor omega gets thrown in the rich world of the alpha she so desperately wants to erase from her memory.

250+ words.

a/n | high school au! all of them are in their last year and are 18+. no tag list just @syns-labyrinth every update is there

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

[cxcassii]

𑁤 Healing In Your Pheromones 𑁤

ch 6 link

Sugar, I’ve Got A Taste For You

Preview:

Thickly, I swallow, “Then I want to try to be with you.”

My world, my entire life, narrows down to this moment.

Before I can say much more, Eren steps up to me and grabs both my hands in his. He angles his head and his breath whispers across my skin, raising goosebumps, “I told you that I would prove myself to you. That I didn’t care how long it took.” He gently nudges his forehead against mine. I shut my eyes and let myself feel everything for what genuinely feels like the first time ever. “I meant that. I still mean that. I will show you. That we’re both stronger than our instincts, Mikasa. I promise.”

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[shawsimmer]

[cassekk]

𖦹 attack on titan roleplay search 𖦹

hi! i'm currently looking for rp partners. i don't use tumblr, and this account is only for searching for rp partners. this post will have some info ab me, how i rp, and the current ships i'm interested in. if you're interested, please dm me here or on discord (cassekk).

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about me

i'm 21 and from the usa! my timezone is cst (central standard time). i have a pretty free schedule right now. i use discord to rp, and i only rp mxm, canon x canon, 3rd person, past tense, adv. lit/novella style only! i'm looking for a long-term rp partner that is 18+! age is non-negotiable. i would prefer that both of us verify with each other that we are, in fact, 18+ before proceeding to the actual roleplay.

i first began roleplaying at around 11 waaay back when people used to find partners at places like omegle, kik, shamchat, etc. and then would move to either skype, chatzy, or insta! the good ol' days. i stopped at around age 16 for reasons i won't disclose, but i'd like to get back into it. writing is a passion of mine, and roleplaying allows me to hone my writing skills and have fun at the same time. i enjoy creating wonderful pieces of fiction that can serve as an escape from reality! it's so comforting and freeing. it's been a while since i've last written, and to get myself prepared for roleplaying i brush up on my reading. reading a lot, for me, makes me feel more confident about my vocabulary, and actually refreshes my mind about writing. kind of like a reset.

i would like for my partner to write in the same style as me, and just generally be laidback. and i generally expect them to have a good grasp on grammar. i'm okay with nsfw as long as it's in addition to the plot of our rp (i.e., i won't start an rp just to be nsfw; i'd like a good plot and for both of us to be very invested in it). now, if we have a great plot in mind and our characters just happen to be very affectionate... that is more than encouraged. i also really hope that my rp partner will try to stick to the character's canon personality to the best of their ability.

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nsfw info

i can write as sub, switch, and/or dom. for omegaverse, i can write as omega and/or alpha. i'm fine with some more "taboo" topics such as: noncon, inc*st, age gaps, etc. i'm not, however, comfortable with writing about EDs. basically, just ask me if there are certain controversial topics you'd like to include and i'll let you know. i'll most likely be cool with it.

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pairing info

ereri — top!eren x bottom!levi only. i prefer to write for levi with this ship, but i am able to write for eren.

eruri — top!erwin x bottom!levi only. i prefer to write for levi.

erejean — top!eren x bottom!jean. i can write for either of them.

zekeren — top!eren x bottom!zeke. i prefer to write for eren, but i could also write for zeke.

zevi — top!zeke x bottom!levi. i prefer to write for levi.

ererei — top!eren x bottom!reiner. i prefer to write for eren.

eremin — top!eren x bottom!armin. i prefer to write for eren, but i can also write for armin.

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more rp info

some genres i enjoy writing are: sci-fi, fantasy, horror/thriller, action, adventure, apocalyptic, dystopian, mystery, and/or a combination of them all! i also enjoy adding elements from different tv shows and movies or placing them in different video game universes. i really enjoy worldbuilding, and the possibilities are endless, so we could come up with something very creative! bits of inspiration from this show, and that game, etc., however we want. i prefer writing with AUs — writing in canonverse doesn't interest me too much. but who knows, that might change in the future.

i have an rp example from a past rp i did if you wish to see a snippet of how i write.

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other

my discord is cassekk. if you're interested in starting an rp with me, send a message here or there (preferably there) and pitch any ideas you have! if we match well, we would verify our ages and get the ball rolling :) i'd love to become friends as well. i'm not very good at keeping conversations ooc going, but i'd still love to. my carrd has a more condensed version of this post: https://cassekk.carrd.co/

thanks for reading!

[oatmealmika]

NEVER a proshipper or toxic fan but

being an erehisu fan in 2023?!?!?!?

embarrassinggggg…… 👀

brother pls get off of reddit

for my final aot rewatch before the last episode, i just finished season two and, if most men in the fandom are erehisu stans, then it’s safe to say men really don’t understand romance because WTF IS YUMIHISU TO YALL?!?!?!?!?!??!

i get it, you have internalized homophobia ever since your seventh grade robotics teacher told you to “stop being so close with your boy best friend, it’s weird”, but DAMN.

fuck you mean “I will always be your ally”?!?!??? not to mention, “i will always wrap your scarf around you”??!?!?!?!? yes, i’m dragging eremika into this too, cuz HUH????

reddit is the number one public enemy in the state (on oatmealmika’s blog)

[girlwithalotoffeelings]

Ok so I'm very new to Tumblr since Twitter went to shit... so I have no idea how to do all of the fancy stuff like a tag list or an ask box (i wouldnt mind if someone wanted to show me) but imma write smut here i am comfortable writing everything except children (for mha content i will be aging up characters where necessary) outright r*pe(pre-duscussed consent, dub-con are ok,) so you can request if ya want feel free to request from

Attack on titan

My hero academia

Jujitsu kaisen

Haikyuu

Ps. Pls send me anime recommendations

Pss. I'm high while writing this, so please forgive me if it sounds weird and mechanical or has spelling mistakes.

[spammmmmmsstuff]

Can ya'll give me some alpha eren x omega reader (omegaverse au) recommendations?

[lemonmaid]

Distant Alpha Eren!

Distant Alpha Eren! Who really doesn't give a shit about you and only got married/mated to you just to keep his family happy that he is keeping the blood line going.

Distant Alpha Eren! who didn't even mark you because he doesn't want to be tied down to an omega and be a family man.

Distant Alpha Eren! Who only had children with you to keep his mom happy and pack members proud.

Distant Alpha Eren! Who wasn't even there for the birth of his son(or daughter).

Distant Alpha Eren! Who is rumored to be cheating on you.

Distant Alpha Eren! who swears he doesn't care about you but gets really possessive when other alphas look at you.

Distant Alpha Eren! Who gets anxiously sick because you've fell into an omega-depression.

Distant Alpha Eren! Who finally tries to bond with his child just to realize his child doesn't know who he really is.

Distant Alpha Eren who miss you.

Sorry for the inactivity, I've got extreme writers block and busy! I know I keep delaying some of my stories but I just got promoted at work and I'm hoping this gives me the push I need to focus on writing! I'm trying to get my mental health and physical health back in shape! But so far since I've moved out of my abusive house, I've been more happier and less depressed! I don't feel that flight or fight anymore!

I appreciate y'alls patience.

Thank you.

[levi-4uckerman]

"It is a one time thing, after all."

Alpha!Levi x Omega!Reader pt 2! Approx. 5300 words.

Part One

| summary: Reader is an Omega stranded on a boat with her Captain (Alpha!Levi) and oops she ran out of heat suppressants! （ꉺ౪ꉺ）

| tags/tw: NSFW!!! MINORS LOOK AWAY!!, omegaverse, Alpha!Levi, Omega!Reader, knots, pregnancy mentions, mating, heats. NSFW tags: knotting, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), PIV sex, rough...ish sex?, breeding mentions.

RBs appreciated! May post on ao3 later if I'm feelin froggy.

Levi had entered the cabin in those early morning hours in which the sun had barely kissed the horizon; there was a storm brewing outside, which rocked the waves and therefore, the ship. You found the angry ocean's stirring comparable to the twisting and turning within your gut, making you wince. "I... fuck," you screw your eyes shut, biting your lip as you feel Levi's hand retract from your own. You hadn't known just how much his proximity had affected you, but you soon found yourself missing the closeness. The heat from his skin, the calluses of his palm... your Omega brain computed so much from just the simplest of touches from your Alpha-- err, Captain.

You feel your mattress shift, looking over to see him at your side. He was peeling off his jacket, his steely gaze fixed on you, his expression unreadable.

"Have you ever done this before?" He asks, his tone flat and indifferent.

A sudden clap of thunder makes you jolt. Your Captain remains unperturbed, simply holding his uninterested stare.

You were still panting, uncomfortable. You meet his eyes and purse your lips. "N-not with an Alpha."

He raises his eyebrows as if he were surprised. "Is... is it gonna be different from the betas I've--?"

Captain Levi tsks softly, pulling his shirt over his head and taking a moment to fold it carefully before placing it upon the desk seated by the porthole window; he glances at the rain pelting persistently against its glass. His response was short, to the point. "Betas don't have a knot."

Your abdomen tightened at the mention of a knot, the wetness in the seat of your underwear growing uncomfortable. You swallow thickly as Levi turns to face you.

Your eyes fall over the planes of his chest, the sight of him in only his trousers, his pale skin so pretty in the dim light of your cabin. You feel your mouth water when his hands fall down to his belt, working at the buckle. You open your mouth to respond, but no words come out.

"Hush, Omega."

The stirring in your belly was becoming a whirlwind, your lips drawing into a tight frown. Shaking, your hands creep upward to the straps of your tank top, and you start pulling. If it weren't for your forsaken heat brain, you knew it would feel awkward to undress before your Captain. But for the life of you, you couldn't put it together... why you craved such an audience...

You found yourself wanting him to watch. You wanted to hear his breath hitch in his throat as you eased the cup of your bra down below your breast and groped your skin. You wanted to feel his pulse quicken beneath your touch when you looped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a sensual kiss. You wanted to feel his cock throbbing in your tight grasp--

Your hands pause over the clasp of your bra, realizing you had only two articles of clothing separating you from your corporal's increasingly hungry gaze. The tension in the air is thick, and you can barely keep your head up beneath its weight. Your eyes fall to his lips, newly wet with his spit as he licks them.

"Can I kiss you, Captain?”

Levi narrows his eyes, processing your request. He supposes he shouldn't deny you the comfort, even though the better half of him knows it isn't a grand idea. Kissing was for lovers, and you were only his soldier. He was doing you a favor. Alas, he found himself approaching you, reclaiming his seat on your thin mattress. His hands meet your bare waist as he leans over you, preparing to claim your mouth with his own.

Your heart thumps in your chest. Is it really happening? You suddenly find yourself worrying about the messiness of your cabin or the smell of your heat oozing out everywhere… your doubts are soon interrupted by Levi’s thumb and forefinger pinching your chin, tilting your face towards his. His lips hovering over yours, he growls lightly, “Right here, in this moment, I am not your Captain.”

His lips are plusher, warmer than you expected. You welcome the contact, whimpering softly and immediately tangling your fingers into his raven locks.

His scent envelopes you, dominating your senses, easing your inner turmoil, even if only slightly. He smells of rain and forests, woodsy and clean. You inhale it as if he were your life source, clinging desperately to every breath.

Your head is still spinning, a sphere of anxiety still turning, deep and heavy within your gut. You will your body to loosen up. If you could just relax, maybe you could close your eyes and forget who it was that was wedging himself between your legs, his kisses increasing in their fervor at an agonizingly slow pace. Maybe you could forget how it was Captain Levi slipping his tongue in between the cleft of your lips, demanding entry. His hand was sneaking up to your neck, tentative but steadfast in doing so.

Moving from your chin to your cheek, Levi softly-- so soft, you thought you had imagined it --caresses the side of your face. You shudder at the intimate touch, the discomfort in your tummy beginning to settle down as he lent himself to you. His skin was growing hotter, he was beginning to drip sweat onto your chest as he commences to rutting his hips against your core mindlessly. As your storm had calmed, his was only dawning; your bodies pick up the pace, grinding desperately against each other as if you had done this a hundred times.

Too soon, he breaks away from you. And naturally-- as if you needed to feel any more shameless --you cry out for him, in a way that makes you feel not only pitiful, but downright dirty. "A-alpha," you keen, reaching for him. "Please..,"

Captain Levi has a moment of pause, then. His hands, which were poised over his trousers, stop moving entirely of their own accord. That word, rather that title, had not been uttered in his presence in a very long time. Too long, he was beginning to think, as the hairs at the nape of his neck prickle and a growl forms deep in his chest. He takes a deep breath. Two deep breaths.

As a young Omega, you had been warned of ruts from a very young age. Stay away from Alphas acting strangely. Stay close to your Alpha brothers when able. Once you'd joined the Scouts, it was stay close to your Alpha Captain... following that logic, you'd be in a pickle. You didn't miss the way something instinctual flickers within his gaze, almost as if a switch had been flipped-- a big, heavy, dusty switch. All it took was one word, and you had him crumbling before you. Could you tell? He wondered, somewhere in the far corner of his mind.

Levi is unmoving for a time, his calculating gaze never leaving you, while you squirm and reach for him. He hadn't been in a rut since he was a young Alpha, still learning how to use his knot. Compatible mates were few and far between, a fact he'd come to be grateful for as he grew older and his priorities changed. He hadn't expected this to come of you, an Omega he'd likely have never run into had he stayed underground. What shall I do with you, Little Omega?

Caught in the heat of his steely stare, you could practically feel yourself dripping, further wetting the already drenched fabric beneath you. It was all so unbearably uncomfortable, and yet you felt as if you could only wait. For what, you didn't know.

You utter a single word within one last pathetic whimper before the Alpha made any move at all. "Sorry," you speak softly, finally daring to look away.

In all of your time with the Scouts, you knew well just how fast the Captain could move. However, being his target was something else entirely. He dives for you with grace, his warm palms colliding with your bare middle as he settles between your thighs, nudging your legs apart with ease.

"Ah!" You echo pitifully through the small cabin as the Alpha extends an arm, collecting a mess of your hair so quickly, you have no time to process the pain before your mouth is against his once more. This kiss-- if you could call it that --is fervid, desperate, carnivorous as if he were trying to consume you all in one go. It's teeth, tongue, and everything in between as you writhe into his touch, reaching a trembling hand between your legs, giving your aching wetness the attention it had been begging for since you woke up.

With a growl, Levi snatches your wrist away from your dripping center, advancing on you so that you are not only below him, but lying supine beneath him entirely. He breaks the kiss to reach down, swiftly removing his fatigues that have been settled loose around his waist the entire time. Your eyes immediately fall to the bulge in his briefs, the strain of his Alpha cock against the thin fabric looking incredibly uncomfortable.

"Eyes up," he commands, and you oblige without hesitation. You are frozen in his gaze, watching as he hungrily paws at your exposed flesh, his warm hands making you blush. He unclasps your bra in record time, tossing it aside without a care. You don't dare break eye contact with the Captain as he kneels forward, placing a featherlight kiss on your sternum while tenderly massaging the soft tissue and relishing in your pretty little gasps when his fingers pinch the stiff peaks of your nipples.

Between kisses and licks, he speaks to you in a breathy growl with what you can tell are the last few bites of self control that he's got in him. "We're compatible mates," he says, calling your attention to his lips. You can only watch as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it harshly and then releasing it with a small pop! "I plan on knotting you, Omega. We need to finish what we've started."

Shakily, you nod. All you can do was watch, the air now missing from your lungs. You continue to run your hands through his dampened hair while he trails more tiny kisses down your abdomen, stopping at your underwear, already thoroughly soaked with the evidence of your arousal. You can hear Levi groan deep in his throat.

He tugs the fabric down from your hips, over your thighs, knees, and then onto the floor. With one last glimpse at his silver orbs, you wince at the first contact he makes with your center. You are delighted for it to be his tongue.

"Levi--!" You expel, your eyes clamped tightly shut, your thighs threatening to flatten his head between them. His large hands grasp them easily, prying them apart to give you his attention. You can tell his patience is thin, the look in his eyes speaking for him. "What is it, Omega?"

"Y-you don't have to do that!" You squeak, fighting the urge to bite your lip when you feel him trail a finger down your leaking slit. "I-it's okay. We can just... get the hard part over with and be d-done."

He cocks a brow at you, but you wouldn't have noticed anyway. Your eyes are drawn shut still, blush hot on your face as you buck against his finger, alternating between prodding at your entrance and twirling wet, messy circles around your throbbing clit. "Are you not having fun, soldier?" Your eyes open spontaneously because he just spit on your fucking pussy. As if you needed any more lubrication. "You look like you're enjoying yourself, making such a fucking mess."

His head is back between your thighs. Tossing your head backwards, you cannot help the cry of 'alpha!' that slips from your lips in your wanton ecstasy. You're so wet with slick and sweat, you can only barely differentiate the pressure of his tongue from the pressure of his finger, but you can tell that one is swirling gentle circles around your clit and the other one is greedily slurping from your sodden core. He must be acting on instinct with the way he devours you like a man starved, you think.

You feel him inside you, finally. Two fingers deep, you can feel his digits pumping and scissoring within your walls, massaging the parts of you that haven't been touched in months. "I-I just meant, if you don't want t-to get messy--,"

"Mating is messy," he says, so matter-of-factly that you'd think he was talking about the weather. "I need to prepare you, Omega. You've never taken an Alpha before."

So chivalrous, you think with an internal scoff.

"Alpha," you cry once more, unable to fend off the sense of an impending climax. "I-I'm so close...,"

He growls, working harder at your essence, now slipping three fingers easily into your sopping mess of a cunt. He fingers you, growling all the while, watching as you writhe under his touch with such beautiful urgency. You're sweating, the sweat beading on your forehead, your puffy lips fixed into a pout as you jerk your hips every which way, desperate for release. "More," you cried, your stupid Omega pussy aching to be filled, and fingers just weren't going to cut it-- even if they did belong to an Alpha. Your Alpha.

But Levi wasn't ready to spoil this quite yet. He tsked and shook his head, the slightest ghost of a smirk spreading across his face at the disappointed whimper you release. "Make do, Omega," he tells you, his voice deeper than it was before. "Fall apart for me."

"Alpha," you weep pitifully, actual tears forming as you focus on climbing the mountain, reaching your peak for your Alpha. Do it for your Alpha.

"A-ah!" You cry out one last time, your walls fluttering around Levi's fingers as he continues to pump them-- he knew it wouldn't be long before your perfect little breeding body is ready for more. "I-I'm cumming, Alpha," you moan softly, allowing yourself to tumble into the depths of pleasure, finally slipping from that wonderful ledge. You orgasm in blinding technicolor, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

For a moment, you feel relieved. It's like a cool breeze on a hot summer day; welcomed, unexpected, but short-lived. You have maybe three minutes of rest, drool seeping pooling at the corners of your mouth, lips sore from all of the kissing and biting, your eyes closed and your hair flayed out onto the pillow beneath you. It'd been a long, long time since anyone other than yourself managed to get you off. You could shrug it off as being due to your heat, but a darker part of you knew that Levi was a large piece of the puzzle. Levi, the Alpha set on mating you, and those damn hands. Those damn hands attached to those damn fingers that were still massaging your quivering wetness.

"Spent already?" He asks suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts as a fresh pool of your arousal forms in the palm of his hand. "I think you've got another one in you, yeah?"

"No!" You shake your head fervidly. "Not your fingers!"

"No?" He repeats slowly, pulling them from your searing wetness.

"'Need you, Alpha," you groan, the coil in your tummy tightening once more. "'Need your knot...,"

Before you know it, you're clenching around nothing. Sputtering out a disappointed whine, you squirm and cry and reach out for your Alpha, who had given you the world and then taken it away just as quickly. Your little Omega heart was breaking as tears clung to your lashes, your arms extending and feeling for some semblance of him, somewhere...

You sigh, loud and shameless, when his mouth reclaims yours. The taste of you on his tongue intensifies the pleasure, the experience as a whole; you melt beneath your Captain, who had you wrapped around his fingers. His long, beautiful fingers…

“If I fuck you now, it’s gonna hurt,” he pants through gritted teeth, his clothed arousal shamelessly rutting into you. “So impatient.”

All you can manage is a whine, the pheromones in the room making your head spin. You don't care. You don't want fingers, as good as they felt, fucking you through the first orgasms of your heat. You could cream on his hands a hundred times and it wouldn’t satisfy you the way you knew his cock would; of course, in this state, you didn’t have the mind to put these thoughts to words.

Instead, you growl out, “Shut up, Levi,” in a moment of bravery that perplexed you as much as it aggravated him.

“Brat.” Is his only response as he pulls your hips down to him, grasping your thighs and folding them over your abdomen with ease. Your flexible omega body was made for this, made for an Alpha to bully around and fold into whatever lustful origami they deemed fit. You sigh when that hard, hot bulge makes contact with your aching sex. Even through his briefs, you're smitten with the sensation, just happy to be so close to the real thing.

Your mouth open, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy, you groan. "Please, Alpha," you whisper. "Let me feel you."

And who was Levi to deny you that? Grunting, you feel him pull away. A few seconds and some shuffling later, and he has returned to you. He allows your legs to fall from the mating press into a more comfortable position, taking precautions not to cause you too much pain on your first excursion into Alpha territory. He advances, then, pressing himself into your weeping center...

"O-oh," you breath out, a relieved sigh leaving your pretty pink lips.

Levi's dick hadn't touched an Omega in a decade at least. He had underestimated his own response, his own want; naked, the head of his cock pressing against your warm welcoming entrance, he was just as relieved as you. His rut wasn't fully-fledged quite yet, but in spite of that, he was absolutely purring at the sensation.

"Levi!" You gasp teasingly. "I never took you for one to purr."

“I’m not,” he snaps, his large hands gripping your hips with white knuckles. “You just-… fuck, it just feels so good.”

You can practically hear the way he bares his sharp canines at the declaration, his purr rumbling deep in his chest; instinctive, soothing, so loud above you that you could almost feel it reverberating within your own rib cage. You whine pitifully, your hands rising up to him and then hesitating, not sure what to do with them.

“Touch me,” he croaks, his eyes clenched shut in concentration. “Y-you can touch me.”

Enthused, you oblige, allowing your palms to travel the smooth expanse of his skin, marveling at its warmth while he splits you open. That’s right, you remember, your walls clenching around the intrusion. Your eyes fall to where your bodies are connected, amazed at the way he disappears inside of you. God, he's just so big. Your beta flings were nothing in comparison to his length, his girth, the way he was filling you up so nicely. An omega in heat, you barely notice the pain of the stretch if there even is any. You're surprised by the sheer amount of pleasure, the way he caresses nerves inside of you that you didn’t know existed before; the way his dick seems bottomless, never quite coming to a halt within your walls. You whimper and close your eyes, bucking your hips to encourage his movement. Deeper, you think. "I can… I need more..,"

“You are fucking insatiable,” you hear him mutter, his voice strained. “Greediest fucking cunt I’ve ever touched.”

Mewling in response, you finally feel some reprieve as he slides home, both of your hips stilling. The only sound you register in the cabin is that of your hurried breaths and Levi’s deep purring. You spare a glance upward, your starry orbs meeting his silver pools. The wonder in his eyes was immeasurable but plain as day; you could see the gears turning within him, something akin to adoration clouding his gaze.

“C-can you move?” You whisper, part of you wishing that he wouldn’t. Wishing the two of you could stay there, forever, as close as two humans could possibly be in the tiny cabin of the ship, muggy from all of the heavy panting.

“Yes,” he says slowly, his face suddenly inching down toward yours. “I can.”

Your lips are captured in a vice before you can reply, the air stolen from your lungs in an instant. You don't know how or why, but suddenly, there are two purrs echoing in the small space, the second one melodic and soft in comparison to the baritone thrum that droned so close to your heart. Levi seems to hold you closer then, his muscles flexed and pulling, tugging you so impossibly close to his chest that all you can do was wrap your plush thighs around his waist and hold him there, letting your hearts and your tongues explore each other like a newly discovered flavor.

Slowly, without a word, your hips begin moving together in tandem. The pheromones oozing out everywhere are sickly sweet, urging you to savor the moment rather than rush it; tasting him, for the first time— tasting an Alpha, for the first time. It's a calling from deep within; your body— from the top of your head to the tips of your toes —begging you to slow down, to carry this moment with inexplicable care.

It's a one time thing, after all.

You feel actual tears forming when he pulls away, the drag of his cock against your walls causing you to toss your head back in ecstasy. Your heat was catching up to you; you need this, you need him, as deep as he could be— and even closer still. “Alpha..,”

Levi is no better off. He's fucking purring. He has never purred in front of another person in his goddamn life; but the sight of you writhing beneath him, your sweet, clean scent wafting toward him as you cooed and whined while impaled on his cock, he just… he couldn’t help it. Deep down he knows, he knows that purring is just an instinct meant to calm a nervous mate— but why couldn’t he turn it off? Why didn’t he want to? The deep rumble just sounds so right when next to your own, which rings in his head like a songbird chirping in his ears. He’s never heard an Omega’s purr, not since he was a young pup in his mothers arms. He curses at himself inwardly. His body had betrayed him. He knew he’d enjoy it, maybe lose himself a little, but he couldn’t afford to go into a rut. Yet, here he is; his pheromones joining yours in a cacophony of sin and sweat. Increasing in intensity, the damn fragrance is finally being let loose after years of upkeep while leading his section of the Scouts. Leading you, keeping you out of trouble— the little omega that had no business being with the Scouts.

“Do you realize,” he seethes, his thrusts becoming harder, more pointed, “how hard it has been to keep those knot heads away from you?”

You're suddenly aware of the amount of drool seeping down the side of your face. You shake it away, fighting your eyes from rolling backwards in pleasure. “W.. what?”

“The Alphas, sweetheart,” he keeps going, his fingertips undoubtedly leaving bruises on your delicate skin. “The Survey Corps is full of them. Eren Jaeger has had his greedy eyes on you since he presented.”

“Huh? Eren?” Why is he telling you all of this? You're in heat, you just wanted to be fucked, to be bred. You were barely comprehending his words, only able to focus on the molding of his cock deep inside you, kissing your cervix with each push, the promise of fertilization being one that your body understood— and understood well.

“You know,” he growls, “I see his eyes on you on every expedition. The way he's always the first to swoop in and save you, how he's always sneaking around outside of your quarters at night. It makes me fucking sick."

"L-Levi, don't... I can't," you pant, his member having worked you up to the precipice of completion. He's merciless now, giving you all that you could take and more. The blows are heavily cushioned by the amount of slick you've produced, warm and wet dripping from your center. You were certain you'd have to throw your bedsheets overboard when he was done with you. As for now, however, you're still lost for words at the overload of information being thrown at you, shamefully aware of the amount of heat on your cheeks. "Stop talking about Eren Jaeger!"

His thrusts are getting sloppy, his pace uneven; he is close, so close, his knot starting to swell at the base of his cock. Beneath the whispered expletives and fucked out moans filling the cabin, you hardly make it out. It was unmistakable, though, when he leans down to let his canines ghost the skin of your neck. A barely audible whisper that rings loudly in your head. "Mine."

Without a single thought, you nod in agreement. "Yours, Alpha," you chant, "Levi, I'm... I'm yours."

So close... but not close enough. Levi snarls, wrapping you in his arms only to flip you both, so that you're riding him. You cry out in tandem at the sensation, his erection piercing you so deeply that the pressure is nearly too much. Leaking all over him, you bounce without thinking. His fingers return to your hips, where finger-shaped bruises are already blossoming. You sigh at the delightful ache of being manhandled by an Alpha. Your Alpha.

"C-claim me," you blurt, your peak now a twinkle in your eye. You hadn't cum around anything but fingers in so long that just the sight of him beneath you, sweat dripping from his brow that's furrowed in concentration, is pornographic enough that you were convinced you'd never think of another man in bed again. Levi had filled you so nicely, filled all of your senses... you wouldn't mind him being the only one to ever fill you again. In fact, a certain longing blooms in your chest at the notion. Being tied to an Alpha, to him, forever...

"You're cute," he hisses through gritted teeth, his head tossed back while he assists you, lifting you up and pulling you down with ease. "But that would," he grunts, "negate the purpose... of this arrangement..,"

His sentences are breaking, his mind is breaking, and if he didn't knot you soon he figured his cock would be next on the list. He was pumping into you with a purpose, to complete the cycle before it began; break your heat and keep himself from going full-on Alpha and losing what was left of his sanity. Sure, this was probably the most amazing thing he'd ever felt in his life-- you being a compatible mate and all --but his life did not belong to him. It belonged to the Scouts. He could not give it to you, should you form a bond, because it was not his to spare.

"You wouldn't... have to worry about other Alphas-- oh!" you keen at the way he jerks you down a little too hard, knocking your womb out of place an inch or two. At least, that's what it feels like.

"Shut your filthy mouth, temptress," he snarls, "I'm not worried."

Your scent glands are throbbing; you whine at the unfamiliar pain, stinging, aching to be pierced. It's pure instinct and you know it, every fiber of your being begging for that extra push. "N-not even... about Eren?"

Your chin is suddenly in a vice grip again, pinched between his thumb and forefinger. Forcing your eyes to meet his, you have your answer before he speaks. “No, Omega. I won’t need to claim you, because you’re gonna be out of commission for a while when your tummy swells with my pups, yeah? Everyone will know, bond or no bond, you belong to someone. You belong to me.”

You cry out as your orgasm hits you with the speed and intensity of a freight train, pummeling into you without warning just as Levi’s knot catches at your entrance, his seed spilling so deeply inside of you that you swore you could almost taste it. Levi kept his word, he didn’t claim you; his canines throbbed, begging to be plunged into the sensitive skin of your neck as you come together, literally and physically. You hear him groan, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you in place— not that he needed to, you wouldn’t be going anywhere until his knot deflated.

Your head is spinning, the twisting and turning of your womb finally settling. It's as if you were releasing a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding; you relax against him, purring as if it were second nature when he pulls you down into his chest. You hear his heart beating, quick and hard against your ear as you lay over him, soothed by his deep purr joining yours. Gently, but without hesitation, he wraps his arms around your naked body. The fingers of one hand traces delicate patterns on your back, the other tucked securely into your hair.

The thunder outside of the cabin has ceased, but the rain persists. The tapping on the window calls your attentions back to your surroundings, everything having been forgotten in the heat of your affair. Storm clouds block a fair bit of the sunlight above, leaving your quarters as dim as they were before. You're nearly asleep when you hear it, a gentle call of your name.

“Alpha?” You murmur sleepily, the slip of your tongue barely registering to you in your post coital haze. He chuckles beneath you.

“We will have to talk about this when you wake up.”

“What’s there to talk about?”

He sighs, suddenly hyperaware of where his knot sits, buried deep within you. Hange’s supplements prevented heats, but not conception. He was at war with himself; he was sickeningly satisfied at the thought of it, of an Omega carrying his children. However, he knew that it would do neither you nor him any good to produce any offspring in the current state of the world and its uncertainty. His life wasn’t his own, remember? He could not give himself to you or a child. Similarly, he wouldn’t want his children to grow in a world without parents who loved them, who would provide for them. That’s what an Alpha is supposed to do, right?

Before he could put a response together, he hears the tiniest snore slip from your lips. You were out. Exhausted from your heat, from the sex, from everything-- you had fallen into a well-deserved state of rest. Your gentle purr and soft snores were music to his ears, and whether it was the fault of instinct or adoration, he couldn't say. Levi finds his eyelids to grow heavier with each second that passes, the worries and thoughts for the future slipping away for once in his life. With his sleeping mate on his chest, purring happily, he allows himself to succumb to the void. He closes his eyes and falls victim to sleep, dreaming of a different life in a different world, a safe world, with a very familiar Omega on his arm.

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[synamoly]

PROLOGUE, “MY DEAR OMEGA”

alpha!eren yeager x omega!black reader

cw: none.

250 words.

3 years is a lot of time. isn’t it?

“did you hear about the new transfer student?”

“i heard they’re an omega.”

the hallways of shiganshina high are buzzing a lot more than usual at the mention of this transfer student. in a public school, no one would care. but shiganshina is home to the students born to rich and powerful families. alphas…of course were at the very top. betas were naturally the majority. omegas are supposed to be just as revered as alphas due to their rarity.

you are, only one of two omegas currently attending shiganshina high. transferring here for your final year of high school after your father's tech company made its big break. you were what they called new money. parvenu.

you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you walk into your first class. eyes all around you—on you—not so much whispering either. you take the open seat near the back window, right behind a boy with short, dirty blonde hair. you don’t know why it feels a little scary to be here by yourself, you haven’t felt like this since middle school. it makes those familiar habits crawl up your spine, the very things you pushed away after leaving that school.

but of course, you’ll never be able to get away from those memories, because you walked your way back into the very thing you tried the escape.

the gaze of eren yeager.

chapter one (link tba)

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