#🥂 — louvre’s angels

[4izawas]

[ time makes you bolder ] • a. arlert

summary: ‘...even children get older, and i’m getting older too...’

pairings: omega!armin arlert/alpha!reader, mild one sided omega!levi ackerman/alpha!reader

wc: 13.20k.

spoiler status: not anime-only safe. spoilers for manga chapters #117-#139.

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, sub!omega armin, hints at reincarnation, reincarnation trope, unconscious reincarnation trope, reincarnated characters don’t know they’ve been reincarnated, ketamine, illegal use of ketamine, noncon drugging, attempted rape, hurt/comfort, breeding kink, femdom, marijuana, shotgunning, oral sex, fem!alpha!reader has a penis, anal sex, orgasm, belly bulge, cum swallowing, cum eating, dacryphilia, begging, lip biting, scratching, biting, mpreg, mentions of male lactation, jealousy, harassment.

major content warning: intense description of attempted rape underneath the cut. read at your own discretion.

editing note: of course my first major piece into a new fandom is not only femdom but a/b/o too😆 this is a few days late, but it’s a rather large piece, so hopefully that makes up for it!

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He wished he knew where they’d disappeared to when they’d shouted that they’d be back in ten minutes, but he didn’t. It had also been over an hour and a half since they’d left him alone and he’d been parked at the bar ever since.

They’d dragged him here, and now he’d been practically abandoned.

He whines softly in distress but it’s easily drowned out by the heavy bass and loud music echoing through the room; looking around worriedly in a last ditch effort to search for his friends, he doesn’t notice the sleazy bartender pour a small spoonful of white powder into his drink that dissolved almost immediately before sending a nasty wink to an older man sitting six stools away from the small framed omega, who grins wickedly in response. Armin finally looks back to his drink and downs the entire thing at once without hesitation just so he could get out and home without wasting the money Eren had spent on it for him (even though the omega hadn’t really wanted to come to the creepy nightclub with minimum security anyway; maybe that’s why Eren had, considering the bartender had served the three of them without even ID checking them) and gags slightly at the odd taste — for some reason it was different than before, but in his discomfort he thought nothing of it — before standing up and slipping through the crowd, staggering ever so slightly as he makes his way to the exit. He’s so out of it almost immediately that he doesn’t even notice the three men trailing him or the way the bartender had whispered ‘save a piece for me’ before he’d fully left the bar area.

He finally steps outside and the cool air calms him down some; he relaxes ever so slightly at the feeling of the soft breeze blowing across his face and groans when he realizes that Eren’s beat up old Chevy from the nineties was still gone and likely wouldn’t be back until morning, the broke ass college student likely having passed out on the couch at Jean, Connie, and Sasha’s two bedroom apartment and forgotten all about how he’d left his small omega friend alone at a skeezy nightclub.

He looks over to his left and sees a black Charger and a muddled shape leaning against the wall, no doubt smoking a cigarette, with a beer bottle in their other hand; the scent of alpha rolls off the shape in waves, and Armin turns and staggers the other way. The three men from the club finally exit and look around for their young prey excitedly, glancing first at the alpha Armin had noticed before one noticed their target drifting down the sidewalk and towards a darkened alleyway. The three chuckle lowly and follow closely behind, waiting just until he was directly beside the alleyway entrance to suddenly sprint forward and yank him into it, ignoring his muffled cry of shock.

“Wait, wha-!” Armin squeals, suddenly slammed against a brick wall with a wall of flesh pressed behind him. His shirt is torn from the man handling and his eyes widen as he feels a fat warm hand roll down his body only to stop and squeeze at his hip. “No-!”

“Hush, pretty — we’re just looking for a good time,” a gravelly voice growls lowly, and he feels a wet, warm tongue run along his nape before circling one of his scent glands, which were positively dripping distress pheromones. “Turn ‘im, I wanna play with his little omega tits.”

Armin starts crying as the two other men grab him by the wrists and forcefully flip him around so his back is pressed against the bricks as told, ignoring his immediate struggles and sobs and the way he fought to escape the way the man cupped his soft, small chest through his torn shirt. “St-Stop, please!” he sobs, trying his hardest to pull his arms loose from the two men holding them and to escape from the disgusting old man who was still licking at his scent gland, “No! I - I don’t want to! Stop — get away — GET AWAY!”

“Shut up-!”

“What the fuck’s going on here?” The new voice popping up so close so suddenly and interrupting the man in front of him scares him even more and a fresh waves of tears roll down his cheeks and a heavy sob tumbles from

“Just shut up and be patient and you’ll get your own taste of the pretty little blonde omega bitch,” the older man wheezes lecherously, “right now it’s my turn.”

“I don’t fucking think so.”

A low growl breaks through the silence that was previously only punctuated by Armin’s whispered whimpers and desperate pleas for the alpha men to stop, and it makes each of them freeze in shock — including Armin. Her voice had lowered exponentially and sounded almost demonic as her eyes flared a bright red, her fangs elongate from her normal incisors and are bared, and she sauntered over to them, clearly not forcing the alpha in her to back down. One of the men growls back and squares his shoulders before jumping at her; she sees through the attack and takes him by the throat before brutally slamming his head into the brick wall three times, knocking him senseless. The other two look at her in shock before snarling angrily and pushing Armin to the ground before leaping at her as well; the young omega man clumsily crawls backwards to cower behind a large green dumpster as the new alpha tears into the two that had been touching him.

The almost deafening roars, snarls, yelps, and cries of pain echo through the alleyway and make him press his back further into the brick wall with his hands over his head; blood splashed across the ground at his feet and almost gets onto his shoes, causing Armin to jerk back with a whimper. He didn’t know whether or not it was the new alpha’s or the blood of one of the two that had dragged him here, and in his panicked worry he almost doesn’t notice the alpha that the female alpha had originally knocked senseless crawling towards him — at least, not until the man’s hand closes around one of his ankles. He lets out a panicked shriek in response to the touch and a deafening roar is let it in return before the female alpha appears out of nowhere and descends on the prone male, digging her nails (more like claws, really) into the soft skin and flesh right beneath his ribs, forcefully pulling a howl of pain from the offending alpha’s lips as blood immediately wells up where she’d dig her nails in. Armin and the stranger locks eyes for a second before her attention is directed to the other alpha that leapt into her back and began trying to rip at her neck; Armin’s eyes widen and he goes still as she lets out a pained snarl and pushes backward from him, dragged the two alpha’s with her. The three continue to fight for another ten minutes, the third alpha jumping back in after regaining consciousness, and Armin covers his ears and tries (and fails) to block out the awful noises.

Suddenly everything is quiet, and Armin trembles with pure, unadulterated fear. Soft scratching sounds as someone walks over to where he’s hiding and Armin nearly pisses himself until the female alpha comes into view; she’s bloody and torn up from the fight, but she’s clearly won the fight judging from the blood pooling behind her. Whether she’d killed them or not doesn’t matter to Armin in the moment, he just jumps at her and clings to the only facet of safety he’d had since his friends had left him alone — but were they even safe? He knew Eren — no matter how hard he’d fought — would never have won against the three alphas like this one had.

“Shh, Shh, I’ve got you, you’re safe now,” she murmurs softly, sliding one arm underneath the backs of his knees and cradling him close to her. “My name’s Y/N L/N; you can trust me, okay? I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“O-Okay.” She stands up and that’s when Armin sees the carnage she and the other three alphas had created — there’s blood everywhere and a good few teeth, and one of the alphas heads doesn’t look like it should be facing the direction it is, but Armin decided to not question it and instead buries his face in her neck as she begins to walk through the bloodbath.

“Disgusting pigs, the lot of you,” she mumbles, kicking the lead offender in the head without hesitation; he doesn’t make any attempt to move, his left eye slowly filling with blood, “and you deserve worse than you received. Be thankful my mind is wrapped around someone more important in this situation.”

“What happened to me? Why couldn’t I fight them away?” Armin whimpers, tightening the grip he had around her neck with his arms as he moves ever so slightly and buries his face in her chest to get even closer to her core scent; her scent was comforting him immensely after she’d saved him, and he certainly didn’t mind that she smelled like roses and fresh whipped cream and the usual alpha musk. He sniffles a little and trembles as he catches a whiff of the man’s scent on his clothes when the wind’s direction changes, not noticing that she did.

“Bastards dosed you with ketamine, kid — even I likely wouldn’t have made it out of that without help, so don’t feel too disappointed in yourself,” the female alpha murmurs softly, stopping outside of a sleek black Charger and opening it with one hand before setting him down in the passenger seat. She then begins to gently tug off his clothes and he begins to shake all over again.

“N-No, I don’t want to-!”

“I’m just giving you a change of clothes, those smell like those men and you can’t be comfortable,” she says softly, “I have a change of clothes in the back for when I go to the gym tomorrow that you can wear.” His shaking eases to a stop rather quickly when he peeks over and into the backseat and sees the exact thing she’d offered him. He nods hesitantly and raises his arms to let her strip him bare of the clothes that the alphas had ruined. Following her tossing his torn, forcefully scent slicked shirt to the ground she reaches into the back over the passenger seat (revealing a weak spot to Armin when she gave him direct access to striking her in the ribs), pulling a worn sweatshirt out and rolling it up ever so slightly. “Hands in the air, kid,” she murmurs, and he sticks them up as told so she can pull the sweatshirt down to cover him; he’s positively drowned in the fabric, the collar hanging over one shoulder.

“You go to one of the major Paradis colleges?” he asks softly, looking down at the heavily worn logo on the front; his question earns him a soft chuckle as she pulls out a pair of sweatpants that he thought he could practically build an entire nest with alone.

“Mhmm,” she mumbles softly, “I’m a part of the Survey Corps end at the moment alongside a few very close friends of mine, all a bit older than you, just like me — you?” The Survey Corps of this day and age were a lot different than the ones way back when, Armin knew that — the old Survey Corps were the branch of the government of Old Paradis that were the most actively involved in direct altercations with titans, studies of them, human expansion (when they’d thought they were the last humans left), and exploration of the lands beyond the walls. Now the Survey Corps were used to fetch information and relics about the old days from various archaeological sites while doubling as some of the hardest trained soldiers; the death toll in this modern time wasn’t nearly as large as it was back before the Rumbling and the final battle when Paradisians knew nothing of Marley and other places of the outside world, but there were still plenty of death when things went wrong unexpectedly and that branch had the highest, most gruesome death toll out of them all. Luckily for all people of Paradis underage citizens becoming child soldiers was outlawed by the late (unfortunately still unable to be named by historians) Queen of Paradis from the time of the Rumbling once the final war that ended it all and settled a shaky peace over the world when it came to Eldians was over; Armin supposed that they also had the (also still unnamed) titan shifter that began the rumbling and journey for freedom and peace to thank for it all.

“Well, all of my professors are saying I can pick just about any branch next year, honestly,” he says softly, sticking his legs out and lifting his hips so she can tug down his pants to drop them next to his shirt before redressing him in her own pants; for some reason it doesn’t make him feel like a child like it would if Mikasa were doing it while he was sick or drunk, and it isn’t making him feel uncomfortable in any way — he just felt provided for. “I was thinking about joining the Military Police for access to better historical documents and artifacts so I can learn more about the past, but I don’t really know yet.”

Y/N nods thoughtfully. “Joining the Military Police makes sense, I guess — a bunch of librarians, historians, archaeologists, and lazy no goods there; you’d fit well in the first couple of categories I believe,” she chuckles, and he smiles shyly, “Honestly you have access to any documentation and textbooks you need no matter which branch you choose to pick,” she replies honestly, making him look up at her with wide eyes as she tightens the ties on the sweatpants and ties it into a little bow for him.

“What?!” he exclaims, shocked by what she’d said.

“Yeah, I’ve been able to read a few genuine original pieces from the old times documenting the Battle of Trost and the like; the names were struck out like they always are and no one who’s been alive in the last millennia and a half or so remember them to write them down, but what can you do?”

“You - You were allowed to read original documents from the Battle of Trost District?!” he whispers, eyes wide in wonder; he’d been wanting to read those exact documents for years and had always been denied access.

Y/N nods in affirmation. “Mhmm, that titan shifter stuff’s really interesting, honestly,” she replies with ease, “who’d have thought that something so fucking frightening could be controlled by a person?” She backs away from the car slightly and suddenly — despite all of their bookish talk from before — Armin is gripped brutishly tight by an unwavering feeling of fear.

“No, please, don’t leave me!” he begs, unshed tears already sprouting up in his eyes. She kneels in front of him and cups his face in one hand, calming him almost instantly as she lets out a deep rumble that echoes up from her chest.

“Not leaving, just going ‘round to the driver’s seat so we can get the hell out of here — is that okay?” she asks, voice soft, gentle, and deeply comforting. Armin thinks for a moment before nodding hesitantly.

“Promise you’ll be fast, though?” he asks hopefully, and she smiles softly before nodding.

“I promise.” He lets her go and she closes the car door behind him before swiftly walking around the front of the car and pulling open the driver’s side door and slipping in before starting the car. She starts it up and pulls out, and before long Armin is lulled to sleep by the gentle rumbling of the car beneath him and the comforting scent of the alpha swirling around him and taking over almost all of his senses.

Armin blinks awake and is surprised to find himself in a comfortable bed fitted with all black bedding, him wearing the same clothes as the night before. He absentmindedly notices that he’d started to make a nest in his sleep, but brushes it off when he hears birds singing outside. He gets up, curling up his toes as the cold from the hardwood floor begins to seep into them, and walks over to the blackout curtains on the large floor to ceiling window to push them back. He’s almost blinded by how bright it is at first but eventually his eyes get used to it; thanks to the light he notices the messily folded clothes on a chair in the corner by a small desk. He slips over and is surprised to see that the alpha who had no doubt brought him to her home had provided him with a giant black shirt and some cotton boxer shorts that would be plenty big on his thighs but fit thanks to the elastic band.

He gets dressed and tosses his underwear into the trash, not wanting to keep anything that would remind him of the night before before quietly exiting the bedroom. A bag of food from a cafe was on the table next to the alpha from last night — Y/N — as she went through paperwork or homework, no doubt from her job as a soldier or from her classes.

“How long did I sleep?” he asks quietly.

“About forty eight hours; you were exhausted from what happened and the ketamine in your system didn’t help in the slightest. Your cellphone’s charging on the kitchen counter.”

Armin nods, choosing to not ask anything else about it and to not retrieve his phone just yet. He peers at the bag that was definitely full of food judging from the scent rolling off of it and his stomach growls. He swallows, nervous to ask for some of her food, but absolutely starving. “Can I have some of what’s in the bag? I promise I’ll pay you back,” he asks, voice small and submissive; she’d taken him into her home, the least he could do was respect that. She glanced up at him and nods quickly.

“Oh yes, definitely! I got it for you, after all — I didn’t want to cook something you wouldn’t like, so I went to a cafe you were mumbling about in your sleep and ordered a few things. On top of that, you don’t have to pay me; I’m paid for my role in the military, you know, and it felt nice to pay for someone else and provide for them rather than only myself all the time — oh, and feel free to sit wherever you’d like.” Armin blushes pink ever so slightly; of fucking course he was talking in his sleep — why couldn’t he just breathe and that be it? And he was going to pay her back somehow, he didn’t care that she said he didn’t have to. He hears her chuckle and looks up at her to see her smiling; he absentmindedly notes that he likes her smile. “Don’t be embarrassed, kid, it’s alright — some omega’s tend to talk in their sleep when they’re comfortable, so I take it as a compliment.” Armin just blushes harder and shoved a large piece of biscuit that he’d fetched from the bag into his mouth. He takes the big bag and two drinks in hand and drifts over to a big fluffy chair by another floor to ceiling window and sits there, comfortable almost immediately without knowing why or how.

“Mmm, Levi likes that spot too,” Y/N muses softly, smiling behind her own cup of coffee. Armin wants to ask her who ‘Levi’ is, but he also wants to respect her privacy and doesn’t, instead choosing to eat some more, drink his coffees, and look out the window at the busy streets below.

“Do you want me to take you for your textbooks or drop you off at your dorm or wherever you live?” Y/N asks gently, starting to put away her papers. “I have a small window of time right now; I have work in two hours and then night classes — but if you’d prefer to ride out the last traces of ketamine here, feel free,” she offers, “I’m not the only one with a key to the place, but no one is going to come over because all of my friends are on almost the exact same schedule as me.”

Armin thinks for a moment, trying to throw logic into the situation: should he really be staying in a stranger’s apartment where he knows no one and other alphas could potentially pop up? Probably not — but he felt so damn safe here that he didn’t really want to leave.

“I… Is it okay if I stay?” he asks quietly, and she quirks up an eyebrow in response; he decides to explain. “Last night my best friends left me alone at that nightclub. I live in a dorm with one of them, his name’s Eren, and I don’t really want to go back there because it doesn’t feel safe like here, and I don’t know why.”

“It’s because they weren’t there for you,” she says smartly, getting up and walking over to him until she’s several feet away before leaning against a wall with her arms crossed. “Your instincts are registering me as safe because I came to you in a severe time of need and they’re registering them as bad because their abandonment led to the… experience from last night.”

“Oh…” he whispers, looking down at his hands. He hears her sigh softly.

“Yeah, you can stay, don’t worry about that — this place can be your little haven as long as you’d like,” she says gently, causing Armin to look up at her; her eyes are warm and she’s smiling softly. He can’t fight the urge to smile back, and they just stay that way for a minute or so until Y/N’s cellphone goes off. Her eyes widen and she looks away, their moment breaking along with the eye contact. “Oh! I have to go get ready, it’ll take a bit to get to base. You’ll be alright relaxing here, right?”

Armin nods immediately, “Definitely!”

She nods at him and hurries from the room, going into the bedroom that he had woken up in and closing the door behind her. He can hear muffled manic shuffling through the wall and smiles softly at the several expletives that leave her mouth when seems to slam her shin into the black bed frame. Before he knows it she’s reappeared in her Scout Regiment uniform with two small leather backpacks over one shoulder — one a coffee color and the other black — and a wad of cash in her free hand. She immediately offers it to him, and he takes it with wide eyes. “What-?”

“For food; I’ll be gone until at least eleven tonight and I know you’ll be hungry,” she explains softly, going over to the counter and grabbing her empty coffee cup from the cafe to refill it with coffee from the coffee pot ; Armin gets up and follows her, barely glancing at his cellphone where it was laying on the kitchen counter. Once Y/N’s cup is full she slaps the top back on then rushes towards the fridge, pulling a piece of paper free from a magnetic notepad and grabbing a pen before she starts jotting something down. Armin looks over the entire series of actions curiously, tilting his head to one side in interest.

“What are you doing?” he asks softly.

“Writing down the best places around here that deliver and know the apartment,” she responds softly, “all you’ll have to do is say you want it delivered to ‘Y/N’s apartment’ and they’ll give the delivery personnel the directions themselves.”

“Oh! Thank you!” he exclaims as she slides the paper over to him; he sees a wide variety of restaurants to choose from and his stomach grumbles in interest despite having just eaten his fill of what Y/N had gotten him.

“You already know the Paradisian emergency numbers and I wrote down my own cell phone number at the top, feel free to add it to your phone, since I’ll text you when I’m coming upstairs so you can unlock the door for me. Other than that, don’t unlock it for anyone you don’t know, even if they claim to know me, okay?”

“I won’t,” Armin promises, “do you have everything that you need?”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure I do,” she replies, then sighs and places a hand over her eyes, “Sorry I seem so rushed, I took the day off yesterday to keep an eye on you in case they dosed you with more ketamine than your body could take.”

His eyes widen in shock; she’d really paused her entire life just to take care of him? He was genuinely surprised, but also flattered and appreciative. “Wow, you didn’t have to do that… thank you so much,” he whispers, but she waves him off, grabbing her coffee cup and heading towards the door.

“It was nothing, honestly — now lock the door behind me, and remember not to open it to anyone you don’t know.”

“I remember!” he calls, and with that she leaves, not waiting for Armin to rush up to the door and lock it behind her in her hurry to get to work. Armin can’t really blame her, he’d have rushed off too.

After locking the door he turns to look over the room, wondering what he should do before deciding to watch a little television for a while before maybe reading a book. Curling up on the couch, he turns on the TV and begins figuring out which channels take him where, settling on one of the many Predator movies.

He never intended to fall back asleep.

Armin’s abruptly woken up by the ringing of his cellphone coupled with the ringtone that went with Mikasa’s number coming from the kitchen. Glancing outside he notes that it’s very dark and the only source of light are the cars way down below the apartment and all of the city building lights. He rubs the sleepy from his eyes and staggers into the kitchen clumsily after his impromptu nap before picking up the phone and accepting the call.

Mikasa immediately begins shouting into his ear, and he winces in response as she goes on and on.  “Armin?! Where the hell are you? Eren and I are at you guys’s dorm and you’re not here — and judging from how your scent’s gone a little stale you haven’t been for the last two days!”

“I’m at Y/N’s apartment right now,” he replies, pressing a hand to his stomach as it begins to rumble demandingly. He vaguely remembers the paper he’d left on the kitchen counter after Y/N and drifts over to it, looking over his options and deciding on an old diner style restaurant as Eren takes over Mikasa’s phone (and she of course lets him) and the craving for a cheeseburger hits him. He grabs the apartment phone off the hook and begins to dial the number so he can buy some food.

“Who the fuck is Y/N?!” Eren exclaims, but Armin doesn’t really hear him, having put the cellphone down to talk to the people on the other end in the restaurant. Mikasa hears and sounds shocked when she asks him about it.

“Armin, are you really ordering food right now? You’ve been missing for like two days and now we’re calling you and you’re getting food — wait, you don’t have your wallet, how are you even going to pay for it?”

“Y/N left me some money,” he says easily, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“DAMN IT, ARMIN, WHO THE FUCK IS Y/N?!” Eren roars, and Armin sighs.

“She’s the alpha who picked me up from the bar,” he explains softly, “I’ve been here in her apartment for the last couple of days.” There’s a stiff silence on the other end of the call in response and after a good while Armin starts to get nervous.

“We’re on our way,” is all he hears break the silence, and then they hang up. Armin’s nervousness grows once his brain registers how pissed Eren had sounded when he’d hung up. He waits for a bit pacing around the apartment in so much mild panic that he nearly pisses himself when the guy delivering his food knocks on the door. Looking out the peephole, he sees the uniform that the delivery guy was wearing and hums softly to himself before rushing over to the kitchen counter and grabbing the money. He carefully unlocks the door and gives the guy thirty seven dollars like the woman on the phone had said his total was then another ten as a tip. The guy smiles, waves, then leaves and Armin re-locks the door and sets the bag of food on the counter, taking out and sorting everything. He’d ordered some things for Y/N specifically and put those in her microwave before digging into the food he’d gotten for himself, jumping when someone began beating on the door.

“Armin? It’s Eren and Mikasa, let us in!” Eren’s voice is muffled through the door, but it’s still easily discernible as Eren’s voice, and when Armin looks through the peephole he sees that Eren and Mikasa are in fact outside. He hurries to unlock the door, still in shock.

“How did you find me?!”

“Find My iPhone,” Eren deadpans, “where’s the fucking asshole that made you come here?!”

“She’s at college, she takes night classes — what the fuck does that matter, she didn’t force me into anything!” Armin argues, “and you know what? I don’t care if you’re mad that I went with her like I know you are! You left me all alone in that terrible, awful place!” he cries, angry tears rolling down his cheeks as he remembers the feeling of their hands all over him. “I was so sc-scared and al-lone - and I don’t care that Mikasa wanted to leave the club early to see Jean because he got a little sick, either! You could have taken me with you, you knew I didn’t want to go and you made me! If you hadn’t, it never would’ve happened!”

“What wouldn’t have happened, Armin?!” Eren asks desperately, wanting so badly to understand every aspect of Armin’s anger and why he’d not at least texted them, “What the fuck happened to you?!”

“Why would I tell you when I know that you just won’t care?!” Armin shouts back, fists balled up by his sides; the omega was absolutely furious. “You left me ALONE when you EASILY could have taken me with you!” he takes a deep breath in then lets it out all at once. “I don’t think I want to talk to you guys for a while,” he says quietly, ignoring the shocked gasp from Mikasa and the no doubt wide eyed look on both of their faces. “You hurt me - no, you got me hurt, and that’s not going away any time soon.”

“But-“ Mikasa whispers, eyes shining with tears, but Armin shakes his head and continues speaking anyway, not caring that she was already talking.

“I’m safe here, and I feel that way. Y/N’s protected me more in the last two days than you two have since you entered college a few months ago,” he snaps, crossing his arms and not missing the way Eren’s eyes flash with annoyance.

“Armin!” he exclaims, “how could you say-?!”

“I think it’s time you go now,” Y/N rumbles softly from her place in the doorway; everyone jumps in shock at her sudden presence, as no one had noticed her. Eren looks at her in disbelief.

“You’re an alpha, you have to know how this feels — why would you knowingly kick us out when you know we want to help?!” he asks desperately. She just shrugs and hangs the black backpack over her shoulder up; the coffee colored one wasn’t with her, and Armin got a little worried that she’d left it somewhere on accident.

“Because frankly I think you’re a dick,” Y/N says nonchalantly; Eren bristles angrily in response, but does nothing, knowing that because he’s in her territory specifically he has no right to threaten attack. “Now get out.”

“But-!”

“Leave. Now— before I make you.” Her words are a warning, not an invitation, and Mikasa goes wide eyed before dragging an arguing Eren out. She slams the door shut behind them and locks it tightly before turning around to look at Armin. She was going to ask him if he was okay but was taken off guard by how heavily he was studying her.

“What are you thinking, kid?” she asks curiously tilting her head to the side and smiling good naturedly.

“I’m thinking that that was extremely attractive and that I want you to fuck me in front of this window so anyone looking can see,” he replies honestly, and her eyes widen exponentially before darkening with lust.

“Oh really?” she asks, voice low. He nods immediately.

“Yeah — I trust you, you’re hot, and I kind of want to piss Eren off more,” he admits, and her eyes glitter softly.

“Mhmm,” Y/N murmurs, slowly walking towards where he stood in front of the floor to ceiling window. Armin’s breathing quickens and his heart begins to race as she continues to advance towards him, stopping when she was only a few inches away. “Tell me you’re sure — after how we met-“

“I am one hundred percent sure that I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow — make me forget that, alpha,” he whispers, and she surges towards him. Her touch is softer than he’d expected and is a far cry from what he’d experienced before, and honestly Armin didn’t know what the fuck he was doing; he’d almost been assaulted two nights ago and now he was about to fuck his savior, how cliche was that? Hell, he’d never even had sex before, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to tell her that — he didn’t want soft, slow sex right now, he wanted her to fuck him until he’d cum so many times he could barely breathe.

“Strip for me,” she purrs into his ear, pressing herself against him and nipping at the ear she’d whispered into, drawing a moan from his lips. He wiggles out of the clothes that she’d lent him, the boxer shorts puddling on the floor as he pulls the shirt of hers that he was wearing over his head. He shivers a little as her warm hands make contact with his waist and grip it tightly but pulls the shirt off the rest of the way before tossing it onto a chair. Now he’s naked in front of her and she’s completely clothed, which wouldn’t work for Armin in any way.

“Your turn, take off your clothes!” he whines, and she chuckles before taking the bottom of her shirt into her hands and pulling it over her head, allowing the cool air to cause her nipples to harden beneath the tight bra she was wearing — which Armin quickly set about unclasping. He pulls it off of her and lets it fall to the ground before locking eyes with her breasts and letting his jaw drop. She chuckles again and doubters forward, leaning down and pulling him into a kiss as he starts pulling the rest of her uniform off so he can have access to the part of her that he wanted to see the most. After getting rid of all of her straps and harnessing, it’s relatively easy to push the pants she was wearing down to the floor and for her stiff dick to Bob slightly after being freed from its confines.

As soon as he lays eyes on her long fat cock a rush of slick drips down the back of his thighs, the smell of it causing her eyes to almost black completely. “Hands against the window,” she growls, and he spins to do as told almost immediately, moaning at the feeling of her pressing herself up behind him for just a moment before stepping away to admire his pale body.

“I - I - please!” he begs, slightly stepping backwards while keeping his hands on the window and pressing his ass into her pelvis, not even waiting a second before rolling his own hips back into hers he manages to pull a moan from her as her cock slots between his asscheeks and he rubs their balls together.

“O-Oh fuck-!” she whispers, hands falling to his hips to steady herself.

“Alpha please, I’ve been a good boy all day, I’ve been a really good boy!” he whines, “I promise I’ll be good now too, please fuck me!”

“What do you want me to do?” Y/N purrs breathily, running one hand up the length of his body before nestling it in his blonde hair. “Tell me.”

“W-Want you to fill me up full with your cock and use me like I’m a little cum slut,” Armin moans, trembling as she places a callused hand on the soft skin of his hip. “Want you to fuck me full of your cum ‘til I’m round and stuffed with it — want you to pump me full of your pups, want it b-b-bad!”

Her nails dig into his hips sharply and he lets out another cry and she presses a finger to his ass, jerking away from her hand and pushing back into her cock again. “I gotta stretch you out first so you can take it, otherwise I-“

“No! Don’t want your fingers, I want your cock!” he snaps, and he can practically feel her shake her head.

“Armin-“

“No! Cock, now! Want my ass to be full of your cum, not your fingers,” he says, putting a special emphasis on the word ‘cum’ that had Y/N trembling with excitement and her cock hardening further.

“It’ll hurt,” she warns, voice a mixture of soft and stern, but Armin shrugs.

“I don’t care!” he snaps, shaking his ass again, “Fuck me already!” Y/N’s irises are completely swallowed by her pupils now and she grips his hips almost too tightly — but he still doesn’t stop her in favor of relishing the feeling of her slapping her fat cock onto his positively dripping hole. “Give me, give it, stuff me full!” he moans, almost crying from how suddenly empty he felt even though he’d never had anything in his ass bigger than one of his own fingers during his most terrible heat. “Fuck my ass, alpha!” She pushes her cock head against his hole and chuckles as he begins to tremble beneath her, forcing her to tighten her grip ever so slightly as she applied a touch more pressure to his entrance, her cock just barely threatening to force itself inside — and then it popped in. Armin let’s put a desperate moan and his fingers twitch against the glass, smudging it slightly. “Hnnghaahh! O-Oh fuck — MORE!”

Y/N gives him what he’s asking for, not stopping as she slowly buries her cock into his tight ass — it’s hot and she’s groaning at the feeling of practically being sucked in deeper and deeper until she can’t anymore, her hips pressed against his perk ass and her cock completely bottomed out in his quivering hole. Both of their breathing is shaky at the feelings of filling and being filled, the sensation new for one and slightly familiar for another. The burn was everything Armin had hoped for, and it almost made his legs give out from under him as he was slowly filled up so fucking perfectly that the last inch or so almost didn’t even fit inside — but Y/N made sure he got it. His fingers press against the glass so hard that his knuckles and said finger begin to turn white from the strain. “F-Fuck!” he whispers, taking his lip between his teeth and biting down gently. He hears a soft chuckle behind him as Y/N presses closer so her breasts are mashed against his back.

“Such a dirty mouth — let me hear more of your filth,” she purrs, pulling out then thrusting all she had to offer back inside, forcing a yelp from his mouth at the feeling of sudden pleasure stemming from her thrusting directly into his prostate. “AHHAH! ALPHA! My ass, fuck my ass! Pound my boycunt hard — wanna carry your pups, wanna be big and round for you!”

“You will be, you’ll be so fucking fat with my seed, and it’ll take so fucking quick — you’ll be prancing around with a bellyful of a litter before the year’s out!” Y/N snarls. With a scream Armin cums hard, his ass tightening around Y/N’s fat cock and sending a gush of his slick over her root and balls and his cum shooting out messily all over the window. Purring softly, she rolls her hips into his ass a few more times before cumming hard deep inside him with a choked groan, the arm she’d wrapped around him tightening exponentially as she buries her nose into his shoulder and breathes in deeply. He goes limp in her hold, his body pliant and easy to maneuver thanks to her strength, and she chuckles softly as she holds the exhausted omega close; he smelled as soft and sweet as his scent usually made him, but now he also smelled of her and her cum and her saliva that had smeared over his nape. Picking him up carefully and cradling his exhausted form to her chest, she walks into the bedroom and lays him down in the blankets, ready to get in beside him until her cell phone goes off in the other room. Gently covering her omega’s nude body with the sheet and comforter, she strolls back to where she’d hung her bag up and opens it before rifling through it to find her ringing phone.

“Y/N — who’s calling? Ahhhh, yes, hello Hange — yes, I’m out of breath; no, I’m not telling you why… Yeah… I can come over tomorrow, but I’ll be bringing a guest — stop fucking screaming in my ear will you, he’s barely gone to sleep! — yes, it’s a he, and if I’m not up to the apartment right away I’ll be having him ask for you, so be nice to him, okay? Good, now let me sleep; you called at two in the fucking morning — no, you can’t ask why I’m awake. Goodnight, Hange.”

The next morning he shakes nervously as he looks down at someone glaring up at him. “Who the fuck are you and what do you want?”

Y/N had told him to come up to the third floor apartment and knock on apartment door 309 quickly and to wait until he was let inside by a beta named Hange, but he wasn’t being let inside by a beta named Hange. Instead there was an extremely handsome omega male staring at him with scrutinizing eyes. The shorter omega’s cold voice almost makes Armin tremble and back away out of intimidation; the other man was beautiful: dark haired and all angled cheekbones and sharp jawlines, well built and small and perfect — something Armin silently and genuinely believed that he was not.

“I - I - I-“ he stutters weakly, trying to think back and see whether or not Y/N had mentioned an omega waiting for them.

“Where are we going?” he asks softly, chewing on a piece of peanut butter and sliced banana covered toast, “You said that I’m going with you today — so where are we going?” Y/N just chuckles softly and pours him a small cup of coffee, her eyes glittering with affection as his widen and he reaches a hand out to make grabby motions at it.

“We’re going to a friend’s — I’m off today, and I want you to meet my little pack since you don’t plan on leaving,” Y/N explains, making him another piece of toast with peanut butter and banana. He takes it eagerly and kicks his legs slowly from his seat on a barstool.

“Okay — when are we leaving?” he asks curiously, and she laughs before grabbing two jackets.

“Right now, it’s why I laid out fresh clothes for you — hurry now, we don’t need to be late!”

“This is my den, what the fuck are you doing here?” the omega then asked, interrupting his stuttering.

“Y-Y/N told me to wait here for a beta named H-Hange,” he whispers softly, “I might have heard her wrong, I’m sorry if I have the wrong apartment-!”

“You don’t, I’m here!” A bright voice cheers out.

The sounds of crashing make themselves known behind the short man, who whips around and hisses in their direction. “You better not fucking break anything, Four Eyes!”

His snarl is met with soft giggles as a feminine looking brunette and bespectacled beta pops her head over the omega in the doorway’s. Her eyes widen in surprise. “Can it, Short Stack— Oh, so you’re the pretty little blonde thing that Y/N rescued from those dirty old men in the crusty nightclub!” Armin shifts uncomfortably as the other omega’s eyes flash with recognition then darken as they lock on him all over again. He got the feeling that this other omega really didn’t like him — which he didn’t understand, because they’d barely even spoken to each other. “Wow, Y/N told me that you were coming, but I didn’t really believe it — she’s never brought an omega over before!” He wanted to be comforted by that thought, but he was just being unsettled by the reaction of other omega when they should have naturally been pressed left hip to right hip and chattering up a storm; for some reason Armin didn’t see this happening any time soon.

Soft footsteps echo in the hallway behind him but he doesn’t really register them until a warm hand touches his shoulder; he jumps and looks back and up and relaxed at the sight of his alpha behind him. “Levi — you need to relax. Armin is with me.” Levi submits immediately, tucking his head in submission but never tearing his eyes from Y/N for long as she waltzes inside the apartment, his nose twitching as he takes in her scent and his eyes almost glowing as she passes him by, and Armin doesn’t realize why he bowed down to her so quickly—

Levi whips his head back around once Y/N disappears into the apartment and stares daggers at Armin, who jumps a little. ���Let’s get one thing straight,” he hisses furiously, voice soft enough that t  alpha and beta inside couldn’t hear him but still immensely threatening, “Y/N is and always has been my alpha — I’ve courted her since I was fifteen, we’ve heatshared since I was eighteen and she was nineteen and rutshared since I was nineteen and she was twenty. She was mine before you and she will be mine after you, so back the fuck off and mind your place.”

Oh.

Oh.

The other omega, Levi, liked his alpha and was clearly even chasing her for a bondmark and had been for way sounded like almost a decade — no wonder he seemed to hate him so much; Armin had caught her attention and she’d been neglecting the omega who’d silently claimed her first.

“You’ve met Hange, I can assume,” Y/N murmurs softly, and Armin nods.

“Yeah, she’s very nice, just very exciting,” he whispers, and she chuckles.

“Yeah, Hange can be a lot… they also prefer to be referred to as they/them, you think you can keep up with that?” his alpha asks, voice gentle and warm; his eyes widen.

“Oh, definitely! I didn’t mean to insult anyone!” he exclaims apologetically, even though he’d had no way of knowing in the slightest.

“I’m not insulted, it’s fine!” Hange squeals from behind him, “you’ve never met me before and this meet up was pretty rushed, so Y/N probably didn’t have much time to think about telling you!”

Y/N rubs the back of her neck in mild embarrassment, “yeah, I didn’t really get the chance, thanks for being so understanding.”

“No problem!”

“You need to calm the fuck down,” Levi grumbles, fixing a baby blue pillow she’d kicked over on accident. She kneels down and begins to croon soft mocking apologies to the annoyed omega, who swings at her playfully.

“We will soon, shortass!” the beta purrs, ruffling his hair and ducking a swipe as a large male alpha that Armin didn’t recognize came into the room with a large messenger bag while Y/N moved away to a mini fridge underneath the kitchen island. Hange squeals again at the sight of him. “MICHE! Finally, you’re here! Levi’s just fixing a few things in our spots and then we’ll be good to go!”

“Where’s Erwin?” the alpha, Miche, asks curiously before his eyes lock on Armin, “and who the hell is that?”

“Oh, Erwin’s still on his way and that’s Y/N’s new little playmate in the bedroom,” she replies, wiggling her eyebrows and making Miche chuckles quietly.

“Shut up and help me roll,” he replies, and Hange hops to it immediately. Levi just crossed his arms and glares over at where Armin stood alone waiting for Y/N to get her beer; as she was the doorknob began to shake for a moment as it was unlocked and then the door opened, a tall blond man with blue eyes stepping in and shutting the door behind himself.

“Erwin, you’re here!” Miche says, looking up from where Armin thought he saw him rolling up a piece of brown paper. He starts to walk over to where Miche was sitting, curious to see what the alpha was doing, when his shoulder accidentally cracks into Levi’s. Already on edge, the smaller omega immediately begins to hiss angrily in Armin’s direction, making the younger man cower back slightly. Y/N rushes over and stands in front of Armin just as Levi jumps at him, Erwin’s thick arm looping around Levi’s waist being the only thing that stopped the already angry omega from ripping the newcomer apart.

“Why don’t we all just calm down and settle in?” Hange asks, trying to cut through the tension in the room as Erwin struggles to hold Levi back; after being on the receiving end of a borderline acidic look from Y/N,  Levi stops his hissing and lets them do so but still shoots poisonous glances towards Armin whenever he got the chance as he led the group of six over to the huge nest he’d only assembled a couple hours before.

“Wh-What are we doing here?” Armin whispers quietly, looking around the other omega’s comfortable looking den curiously while clinging to Y/N’s arm tightly as they all got comfortable in said nest of pillows and blankets and clothes from everyone present aside from Armin.

“You said weed didn’t bother you in the car, yeah?” she responds easily, voice soft; Armin nods in response and she smiles lazily. “I’m about to get high — and so’s everyone else you just met.”

“I - Oh,” he whispers, watching as the first blunt is lit. “C-Can I try s-some?” he asks quietly, making everyone pause — including Erwin, who was mid tug. Their eyes all lock on him and Y/N breaks the silence by shaking herself out of her surprise and looking over at Miche.

“I mean — Miche, you paid for it and brought it, what do you think?” she asks softly, showing the other alpha a steady level of respect. Miche seems to think about it for a second before shrugging.

“It’s fine with me,” he replies simply, relaxing against the side of the nest Levi had built before they’d all arrived.

Erwin blows out what little smoke he’d inhaled before speaking, “Have you ever smoked before?” he asks gently. Armin shakes his head ‘no’ in response.

“I haven’t, but some of my friends have while I’ve been around,” he offers; Levi scoffs as Hange leans forward.

“So you’ve gotten a contact high, then?” they ask curiously, their eyes widening ever so slightly when Armin shakes his head ‘no’ again.

“I didn’t really like sticking around, but even when I did I never really felt anything,” Armin explains, and Miche wrinkles his nose. The younger omega didn’t understand why until the other omega in the room spoke up.

Levi scoffs from where he was reclining on a grey furry pillow and tugs a soft black blanket over his bare knees, “Trashy pot,” he mumbles, “they didn’t have the good stuff.”

Hange nods wildly, agreeing with Levi completely, “He’s right, someone as inexperienced as you getting a few whiffs of the good stuff? Yeah, you’d be knocked the fuck out.”

Armin’s eyes widen in worry, and Y/N sends a soft warning growl to her friends, who look at her in surprise, “Shut the fuck up, all of you — can’t you see you’re scarin’ him?” She looks down towards him and draws him closer to her ever so slightly as she takes the blunt from Erwin. “Now, just do as you’re told and you’ll be fine your first time, okay?”

“Okay,” Armin nods. She grins softly and takes a tug from the blunt between her fingers.

“Good — Open your mouth, little lover,” the alpha purrs, her voice slightly strained from holding her breath to keep the smoke in her lungs. He does as told almost immediately, his instinct screaming at him to follow his alpha’s thinly veiled order (no matter how little of the overbearing tone that forced omega mates to comply with orders was in her words), even going so far as to stick out his tongue for her. He didn’t really know why she wanted him to do this, but he was willing to comply anyway — she’d never led him astray so far. “Inhale when I blow the smoke in.” The other four older college students overlooked the interaction, eyes wide and slightly hungry for more; Miche cocked his head slightly to the side and Erwin’s, the only other alpha out of the five of them, eyes glittered softly as Y/N blew a straight line of smoke into Armin’s mouth and his chest expanded as he did exactly as told and inhaled what she gave him. She cuts off the flow of smoke when around a fourth of it all is in his lungs and blows the rest into the empty air (much to Levi’s chagrin; the omega man was so used to always being the main recipient of her shotgunning — and overall affections, honestly — that he was surprised not to be for once), knowing that the small blonde couldn’t take the heavy hits that she did. “Hold it in as long as you can, then blow it out like me.” She advises softly, passing the joint over to Hange, who’s eyes lit up as they snatched it from the offered hand and stuck the proper end in their mouth.

Armin tries to hold it as long as Y/N did but isn’t able to, blowing it out and coughing as he does; the other students in the room chuckle softly (well, Levi more snickers at him being unused to smoking, but Y/N ignores him because she knows exactly what his problem is and she’s not getting into that right now) at the sight, Hange blowing out her own puff of smoke as she hands a bottle of water to Erwin who attempts to hand it to Levi, who only turns his nose up at it; Erwin’s then forced to just toss the bottle to Y/N, who catches it easily and helps Armin drink by holding the opening up to his lips in between bouts of coughing until he’s calmed down. Levi grumbles softly to himself and crosses his arms before pressing back into the mess of pillows he’d gathered and fixed into a large nest for their group of five like usual, unhappy that not only was their little sanctuary invaded by another omega clinging to the alpha he was making moves on, no less — and that Hange, Miche, and Erwin seemed to care as little as Y/N did! It stung even worse how Y/N would brush him and any efforts he made of showing her affection off in favor of coddling her new little bitch.

“This is stupid,” he mutters, standing up abruptly and brushing off his shorts of genuinely nothing before storming away; Hange, Erwin, and Miche all share a knowing look as Y/N doesn’t even react to her former partner storming off — nor does she react to the quiet sniffles he was letting out in his bedroom. Hange sighs and pushes themself to their feet before slowly following him; the two alphas not focusing on the small blond omega could hear her quietly whispering words of comfort to the omega that was quietly being upset in the other room.

For the next few hours until they leave the apartment Levi refuses to come out, too upset and hurt to even force himself to face the alpha he’d only just admitted to himself that he’d fallen in love with.

He’s in the library three or so months later when he smells them approach before they get to him; even though it had been so long, he didn’t want to talk to them any more than he had the first night — but knowing Eren, the young alpha wasn’t going to accept no as an answer without a little fight.

“I don’t really want to talk to you guys right now,” Armin mutters, his discomfort growing by the second as he retreats further into the library; he didn’t notice the dark haired omega sitting at the corner table’s nose twitching as the scent of his distress began to permeate the air.

“Come on, Armin, it’s been months,” Eren complains, “You’ve been with that alpha woman this whole time and haven’t even stepped foot back into the apartment for a set of your clothes or your favorite books even though we said we were sorry for skipping out on you two days after it happened — just fucking talk to us already-“

“The brat said he doesn’t fucking want to talk to you, back the fuck off!” Levi growls angrily, coming out of nowhere (in their opinions, at least — in reality he had come from the corner table) shoving himself between Armin, Mikasa and Eren and balling his fists up as his eyes flash gold threateningly. Eren does a double take in his sudden shock, but suddenly balls his fists up in anger.

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?!” Eren snaps, Mikasa’s eyes widening as she begins to look around at other people making use of the library; people of all presentations were starting to look their way, noses catching the distress from one omega and anger from another. She wraps an arm around one of his and tugs at it worriedly, not wanting the alphas and betas eyeing the group of four sleazily to jump anyone.

“Eren, maybe we should go-!” She whispers urgently, but Eren shakes her off; she continues to look around the room in mild panic.

“I’m talking to you, you fucking knothead — get the fuck out of our faces and slither back into whatever slimy, sleazy place you crawled out of!” Levi snarls, his fingers twitching when Armin grabs his hand out of nervousness; still, he doesn’t stop the younger omega from lacing their fingers together to seek comfort. His skin was heating up — he was scared. It pissed Levi off way more than it should have considering what the other omega had taken from him, but what could he say? Armin was one of the pack now, and he’d be damned if he let anyone harass the younger omega if he could stop it; if that meant fighting an alpha who had a good several inches on him, so be it.

“Eren, we’re causing a scene, we need to go!” Mikasa hisses, tugging at him one good time and finally getting his attention. He looks around and realizes that she’s right and hesitantly backs away, Mikasa practically forcing him away from the two omegas.

“We’re not done,” he warns lowly, eyes burning with anger, “Armin’s our friend, you can’t keep us from him.”

“If he was your friend you'd respect the fact that he wants you the fuck away from him and that he wants space!” Levi retorts aggressively. “Now go away!”

“Is there going to be a problem here?” an alpha rumbles softly as he approaches the small group of four; he’s bigger than everyone in the argument combined. Mikasa tugs Eren back further and is the first to speak up.

“No, no problems, we were just leaving!” she promises; she squeezed Eren’s hand tightly as he halfheartedly fights off her attempts to leave. “Come on Eren, we’ve overstayed our welcome!” she hisses lowly, snapping him out of it. Sending one last glare Levi’s way, he follows quietly behind Mikasa and leaves the library and Armin behind.

Levi watched them go and the place they disappeared for a good two minutes or so before turning back to the omega behind him who was still clutching his hand tightly. “Are you okay?”

All he gets is a whispered, “Why did you help me?” and Levi’s eyes widen.

“You were scared, and they were making you uncomfortable. If I was in this situation you would have jumped forward too once you got your confidence back, I can tell; besides, you’re one of the group now —the youngest — so I’m supposed to take care of you,” he explains softly, tightening his grip on the younger omega’s hand and tugging him out of the library in the opposite direction that Eren and Mikasa went. “Honestly I’ve been slacking in that department; it’s about time I made up for that.”

The pair continue walking down the sidewalk, Armin still clinging to Levi’s hand, only stopping once they reach the front of an old diner. “You know, people say they serve food here made from recipes from Old Paradis,” Armin said quietly, and Levi raises an eyebrow.

“Really?” he asks softly, and Armin nods. Levi hums softly to himself before shrugging, “Well, let’s go inside and see then; if you want we can text Hange and Miche to come meet up here with us.”

Armin smiles softly.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Hours later, Y/N’s finally gotten home from whatever mission she and Erwin had had to go on together that weekend; Armin had missed her the whole time and was already tired of how stale her scent on him had gone that he’d not left her lap since she’d gotten home — she still had her entire black stealth suit on for night missions, she’d never gotten a chance to take it off after he’d jumped her and parked himself on her lap with one leg on either side of her hips so he could straddle her. Currently he was rubbing the scent glands on their necks together so her scent would be released and could cover him completely.

“Mmm, missed you,” he mumbles, and she chuckles softly, her hands drifting up to cover his round ass. She gives each of the perky globes a slight squeeze before responding.

“Oh really? How much?” she asks, starting to purr softly; Armin melts into her at the comforting feeling and sound of the deep rumbling in her chest.

“So much,” he whispers, the corners of his mouth quirked up into a soft smile.

“Wow, so much — that’s a lot,” she murmurs, raising a hand to run her fingers through his chin length hair. He giggles sleepily, pulling his neck away from hers to nudge his nose against her scent gland affectionately.

“Mmhmm,” he says softly, his eyes closed into thin slits. Y/N leans forward, trying to catch his lips with her own but fails when he jolts away. Her eyes widen in surprise, not expecting him to move away from her and reject her kiss — he’d never done that before in the five months they’d been fucking and sharing a bed, even through various heatshares. “Why do you want to kiss me?” he whispers softly, his voice shaking just as much as his body suddenly is. Y/N’s shock wears off almost immediately as she recognizes the insecurity in his eyes and she chuckles softly, raising a hand up to curl a blond lock of hair behind the omega’s ear.

“How could I not? You’re everything I could ever want, you know,” she murmurs softly, nuzzling his cheek affectionately; this time when she leans forward he doesn’t jerk back to get away from her.

“Me?” he whispers, sounding as shocked as she’d looked when he’d pulled away from her.

Y/N nods easily, a lazy smile on her lips. “Of course.”

“But — but why?”

“‘Cause no one could ever make me feel the way you do,” she purrs, nuzzling him again, “with how gentle you are, and how soft spoken, how kind you are to everyone, how smart you are,” she takes his earlobe between her teeth and tugs it gently before letting go to speak, “and no other omega could ever hope to make feel feel as good as you do when your pretty little white ass is stuffed full of my cock or how fucking hot you are swallowing my fucking meat down your throat until I can’t even fuckin’ see the root of it.”

He’s still shaking, but this time his eyes are full of unrestrained list rather than worry. His thighs tremble in their place on either sides of her hips and she chuckles softly as he paws at one of her tits before speaking, “Alpha please — my ass, it’s so empty! I need you to fill it with your fat cock, need you to pump me full of your cum until I’m almost bursting!” he begs weakly, “w-want your cock so bad, alpha!”

“Shhhh, my little omega slut doesn’t need to beg me for my cock,” Y/N purrs, “I’ll fill him good like always, make him scream, won’t I?”

“Yes! Yes! Alpha, please!” Armin beg, his short nails scratching at the skin of her bared shoulders in her uniform’s sleeveless undershirt as her calluses fingers gently prod at the bared skin of her midriff, “Make me cum all over your cock, I want it so bad!”

“Shh, we’re getting there,” Y/N murmurs, unbuckling her belt and shoving her pants down into a mess at her knees before wiggling a little so she could kick them off her ankles and away from them both as Armin pulled her sleeveless top off to get better access at her tits, which he immediately grabbed and began to grope while whining needily. As she fumbles with the sweatpants he’d stolen from her she finds the back of them sipping wet with slick, and she fights off the urge to chuckle.

“Want it — please!” Armin whines, wrapping his hands around her cock and jerking it a few times; her hips stuttered up into his touch at the feeling and she took a deep breath to help her refocus on getting his pants off to fuck his ass rather than his hands.

“I know lover, I know, give me one second and I’ll fill you up full, don’t worry-!” Y/N mutters, trying harder to get the damn ties undone and failing miserably.

Admin wiggles impatiently in her lap,slick leaking out of his hole in anticipation. “But I want it now!”

“I know, I understand, just gotta get these sweatpants off then you can have my cock like you want it,” she murmurs as Armin begins struggling with getting the ties on the sweatpants untied, his hands much smaller than Y/N’s in comparison, slowly getting more and more frustrated because he’d tied them way too tight and now he couldn’t get them off fast and he just wanted his alpha to fuck him and make him feel better—

Anxiety and stress caused meltdown achieved. Armin suddenly just gives up and covers his face with his hands, his body shaking as he cries softly from frustration. Y/N notices immediately and moves one hand up from where it was toying with the knotted ties to cup his face. “No no no, don’t cry love, I know you’re frustrated, but it’s almost untied, okay?” Sniffing, Armin nods softly and grabs her hand between both of his before he looks back down to watch as she gets rid of the knot in the next minute. She moved her other hand up and smiles warmly at him as he stands on his knees and pushes the pants down to them before kicking them off like Y/N had her own pants. “See? There we go.”

Not listening, Armin holds her cock steady with one hand and spreads his asscheeks with the other

“Once we go, don’t stop, don’t stop — oh God, please don’t stop!” he begs, shoving himself down onto Y/N’s cock then begging more as she takes him by the hips and forcefully moves him up and down on her thick meat. His jaw drops and his tongue lolls out with drool running down his chin in a constant thick stream as his eyes cross and roll back in his head at the feeling of being filled with her dick over and over again as she bounces him up and down on her fat cock, his hands fisted tightly around handfuls of her hair and tears popping up in his eyes at the endless stretch. “Alphaaaaaa!”

“Gonna fill that sexy boycunt up with cum, make you all nice and round for me,” she growls, thrusting up into his hot, tight heat and striking his prostate each time, “your tits’ll be so big and milky — fuck, I won’t be able to get enough, baby!”

“Baby, baby, want a baby, please!” Armin begs weakly, his voice as shaky as the rest of him. Y/N’s balls slap against his ass and her knot begins to catch at the rim of his hot, slick hole with each thrust.

“Of course, honey — Come on baby, I’ve got you; you’re almost there already, I can tell, cum for your alpha!” Y/N growls before taking one of his nipples between her teeth and biting down teasingly. With a broken scream Armin covers Y/N’s stomach and tits with cum, his ass tightening around her thick shaft as she forces her fat knot into it and cums hard, filling him up so full with her cum that it begins to force its way out around where her knot had caught. She groans heavily, her hips stuttering up into him, and buries her face into his shoulder before sinking her teeth into it; this earns her a second orgasm as Armin wails at the feeling and tighten up as he cums all over their bodies again. His own head drops to her shoulder and he bites her back, making her groan into his neck and press her face into it.

“Mine,” she mumbles softly, tightening the way she’d thrown her arms around his waist. “All mine, forever.”

“Y-Yours, alpha,” Armin murmurs, humming contently. “All yours.”

It was an almost obvious decision, choosing the Scouts when the option came. Armin knew that Eren and Mikasa and probably everyone he’d known before were going to choose the same place, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His mate went here and so did his closest omega friend (despite their… rocky beginning and the fact that he used to frequently heatshare and sleep with Armin’s alpha even outside heats) as well as the other two alphas and the beta that Y/N had introduced him to all those months — a year and a half, really — ago. It was a safe profession, a good one, and with his current major medical exemption he would never have to go in the field. They’d be safe always, curled up in the Scout library of his Captain mate’s office while she was away working with the other.

“ARMIN?!” The shout makes him stiffen at first, then sigh. Some people’s voices grated on his nerves these days, and this was one of them. The person in question who had shouted comes running up behind him and the muscles in his legs tense up as he instinctively throws an arm around his softer front defensively.

“Armin, is that you?!” Eren cries, his voice just as loud as it was from across the room. Armin winces slightly as it practically assaults his ears.

“…Yes?” he replies, looking around for his only omega friend and finding them nowhere in the vicinity.

Mikasa smiles softly at him while absentmindedly adjusting her cadet’s uniform. “Wow, you look so different!” she exclaims softly, looking him up and down and quirking an eyebrow up when her eyes skin across his belly.

“How so?” Armin asks, so far completely amused by the reaction they’d had.

“I mean — look at you! You cut your hair and your cheekbones stand out way more, and your stomach…” Mikasa trails off slowly after mentioning his stomach, clearly thinking up a way to word it that somehow wouldn’t insult the omega in front of her.

Now Armin quirks up an eyebrow. “What about it?

“I mean… Armin, it looks like you’d gained a bit of weight, honestly,” Eren admits, and Mikasa’s eyes go wide.

“Eren! That’s rude!” she hisses, elbowing him in the side aggressively.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Armin mumbles softly, rubbing his thumb over the currently soft swell of his stomach. The alpha pair watch him do it, both silently fascinated by something they still didn’t completely understand.

“Anyways, this negates the point of why we ran over,” Eren says, shaking his head from side to side as if to clear it. “What the hell are you doing in Scout Headquarters?”

Armin looks at his childhood friend as if the young alpha man had grown another head. “I work here,” he replies slowly, as if speaking to a toddler; knowing Eren’s temperament, he may very well be.

“You’re a Scout?!” Eren cries, making Armin cringe at the volume.

“Yeah.”

“Why the hell did you choose the Scouts?!” Eren exclaims, now notably quieter (but still very, very loud). Armin narrows his eyes at him.

“...you picked it, why am I not allowed?” he asks, slightly annoyed.

“The Scout Regiment isn’t the place for omegas, Armin, you know that,” Mikasa says gently, as if talking to a child. For some reason this only proves to piss Armin off more than before.

“Levi’s a Scout, Mikasa, and one of the best known too. And careful, the two of you are voicing some pretty anti-omega opinions rather publically,” he snaps, eyes cold. Both of them jerk back in shock.

“What the hell does that mean — Armin, what the fuck happened?” Eren asks urgently, “Why are you so different?! Is it because of whatever happened last year that you still refuse to talk about?”

“What happened last year is none of your business even though it was your fault,” Armin hisses, “ As for me changing, I grew up, okay?! Shit happened, I found someone, they helped me get through it, and now I’m happy where I am and with what I’ve got!”

“And what’s that?” Mikasa asks quietly.

Armin scoffs in response. “A pack that fucking respects me and counts me as one of their own, a mate who loves me unconditionally no matter what and DOESN’T see me on out for my presentation, and a possible litter on the way that I will get to care for and raise properly with no help from you OR the shitty parents who pawned me off on my grandfather.”

Both pairs of eyes in front of him widen in shock at the word ‘litter’ and they try to talk to him at the same time, “Armin-!” but he just keeps talking as the friend he was looking for before quietly comes up next to the group of three.

“I have an absolutely amazing life and it doesn’t have you in it, so get the fuck over it. I’m happy bending over or getting on my knees for my fucking alpha day in and day out because she treats me like a fucking person — you two just treated me like a third wheel to my face and a pretty little prize to strangers and your friends,” Armin snarls, making sure that they knew that he knew exactly what they were doing. It doesn’t really seem to register, though, because they just gape at him in shock for a minute until Eren pulls himself together enough to whisper three words in his direction.

“Armin — you’re pregnant?”

The omega Armin had been looking for rolls his eyes and answers for him. “Is that really all you got from that?”

Eren’s eyes darken.

“You-!” he hisses, but the two omega’s ignore him as Armin turns to Levi looking relieved.

“Levi, finally, I want to go home now,” he whines, and the other omega nods instantly.

“Then let’s go,” Levi shrugs, tucking a single finger underneath a leather strap around Armin’s arm and tugging gently.

“Wait-!” Eren exclaims, jolting forward in a last ditch attempt at regaining Armin’s attention and stopping immediately when the shorter man whirls around angrily.

“No!” Armin snaps, “I have to get home and suck my alpha’s cock before I make dinner then have her fuck me after we eat because I already know how hard a day she’s had just from talk through the grapevine her at the headquarters. Grow the fuck up and get over it. I’m done.” he storms away after putting in his last word and Levi trails behind him

“Well done, Arlert,” Levi mumbles softly, eyeing him sideways with a small smirk. Armin just shrugs.

“They need to grow up — goodness knows I did.”

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