#and my chest was like restricting idek

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people aren’t getting fuckin tested bc covid tests are too fucking hard to find

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Smile (Alpha!Erwin Smith x Omega!Reader)

no this is not a smutty abomination of literature (lmao) I just took the omegaverse and pumped it with all the potential for angst and drama that it has. wrote this like three months ago and idek what that is, don't ask for part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Erwin x Omega!Reader Genre: angst, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics TW: there are nsfw elements but no smut, but still MDNI, plus dubcon. Summary: You're an omega who wants to be asexual, but YOU CAN'T CUZ SOCIETY IS EVIL- ahem

“Erwin Smith’s omega? You mean the omega that loves her piano more than she loves her alpha?”

They were talking about you. They always did. You ignored them and everyone else. You were just so good at ignoring people. Your piano made you happy. It made you happy more than anything. It helped silence them. It helped ignoring them and the voices inside your mind. It kept you sane in this insane world. In this life that you hadn’t chosen.

Born as an omega, the very bottom of the food chain, you couldn’t get more inferior. And of course, you hadn’t had a say when Erwin Smith chose you. You told yourself in time, you’d learn to love him, but it was now proven impossible

You couldn’t walk out. You couldn’t have any friends. You couldn’t have any freedom at all. He provided for you, and being the rich political head that he was, you were in a better state than most omegas in this world. You were lucky.

You knew that. You were such a well-behaved little bitch. You had let him bond you. You had accepted your fate. Always there for him to treat his rut, legs spread, pussy soaking wet. Always there for him to treat his insatiable needs. You gave him everything you could and he gave you the world but restricted you off freedom.

But that was alright. Your piano, your music, it made you happy. So you played. Stuck in a room all day, every day, not allowed to walk out, you played. Around twelve hours per day, every day, you practiced, you mastered the hardest pieces ever written. If the world ever heard you play, they’d call you a miracle.

But you were an omega and you had to be kept hidden.

“Do you love me?” He asked you once. Head laid on his chest, his arms around you. You wanted to get back up. You wanted to rush to your music room and stay there for hours. You didn’t want to talk to him, face him, answer his questions.

But you were smart. You could respond, without actually responding.

“You take care of me... you protect me, and for that you have my love and dedication.” You pulled yourself off his chest and you sat at the edge of the bed ready to pick yourself back up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go practice.”

You were gone before he knew it. You were unhappy, he could tell, he wasn’t an idiot. If anything, Erwin Smith was one of the smartest people to have walked this planet, but something told him you were smarter, and it was unfortunate for an omega to be smarter than they should be. An omega should be submissive and dumb and only allowing their alpha to make all the decisions, all the leading.

But all you ever felt for him was gratitude, nothing more, nothing less. There was no love. No affection. He kissed you like he loved you, but you only kissed him back because your biology insisted you do. You only gave yourself to him because your omega body responded to his stimulation, his pheromones, his touch.

You urged yourself to stop thinking about it when you sat down on the bench of your piano. You had kindly asked him to never bother you when you were playing and he had respected your wish, but sometimes he walked in anyway.

Some other times he watched you play unannounced. It was only in those times when he saw a smile on your face. You were happy beneath his roof only when you were playing that expensive, long, black grand piano that he had bought for you. You never smiled at him, even when he was hugging you, kissing you, petting you, grooming you. But you did smile down at your fingers that so skilfully caressed the white and black keys.

You were closing your eyes too. Your fingers had learned to press all the right notes even when you were not looking. That’s what hours upon hours of practicing did to you. Pure satisfaction lay on your face. Even when he pulled the most mind-blowing orgasms out of you, you didn’t have that look in your eyes. He could never really satisfy you, could he? You didn’t hate him. You were grateful, but you weren’t happy, and you were failing to pretend like you were.

He shouldn’t care about it. Most omegas weren’t happy, and their alphas never really cared. It was the prime example of how cruel your world was. But you were Erwin Smith’s omega and he loved you. Even when you didn’t – even when you couldn’t return that feeling, he loved you and he wanted you to smile like this when you looked at him. He wanted you respond to his touch, his wishes, his everything in the same way you were responding on a literally lifeless piece of furniture.

He had no idea, that it wasn’t lifeless at all. It was that black, wooden piece of furniture that kept you sane.

You wanted to become a musician. You wanted to perform in front of grand audiences. You wanted to compose music for movies, series, theatre, musicals, anything. You knew how to. Erwin bought you everything you needed. Books on composing and music theory, and piano sheets, etudes, preludes, piano concertos, anything you wanted. You had an entire bookcase to fill with them. He never denied you. Those books made you happy. Happier than he was managing to make you.

You were grateful for him, and you showed it. You never said no. You never resisted him when he wanted to take you. You let him do whatever he wanted to you.

But you just never smiled.

You did now as he watched you. He was to your side, by the entrance of the room, still out of your eyesight. He pressed his weight on the doorframe and crossed his arms against his chest as he watched you. That excited glim in your eyes and that smile on your lips that he just never seemed to coax out of you.

You were so engrossed in it, you hadn’t even caught his scent as if he didn’t even matter.

“That was beautiful, y/n,” he said when you finished playing and you gasped, jumping in place. Maybe you hadn’t even noticed him at all.

“E- Erwin, I-”

“I’ve never heard you play that before.” He cut you.

You looked away from him and instead you looked down at the keys. “It’s mine.”

He hummed and approached you. His sweet little omega was so talented, so smart, he wouldn’t want you any other way. He had been with so many omegas before you. All of them, so very beautiful, but dumb and foolish. What they had in beauty, they lacked in brains. But you had both. Both breathtaking and smart, educated, daring, brave. Only a select few of omegas were ever admitted to universities and the poorer ones only managed through with competitions that challenged their intelligence.

You were one of them.

You didn’t study music. You got a general degree on biosciences, planning to go further on more specialised subjects for a Master’s degree, then even a doctoral. You wanted to achieve. You had this thirst to do things, learn things, gather degrees, become so educated, so smart, so better.

You were obsessed with being better and he had that same obsession, that same itch. He saw it on you when he handed you your degree, that day, at that large hall of the university where the ceremony was held. You were the only omega student in the entire university. He was a guest – being the political influence that he was – it was an honour to have Erwin Smith hand you your degrees in front of an audience.

An honour for the others – a curse for you.

When he asked for your hand, your parents didn’t really have any room to complain. They owned but a small business that was getting bankrupt the one day, and the other, it grew into a multistore chain. Your dreams didn’t really matter to your parents, so they gave you away to this man and there was no room for objections.

You didn’t object. You knew your place. You’d get married off anyway someday to some alpha that you never knew, but this one had all the right things. Riches, fortune, influence, power. You cried a few nights, stayed away from him even when you were sleeping on the same bed.

Five years later, you came around though. That’s how your newly discovered obsession with music started.

It was your escape from a life you’d never chosen.

You felt his arms wrap around you from the back and your smile disappeared entirely. You just stared blankly on that sheet that laid spread on your piano. It was as easy to resist his pheromones as ever. No one’s scent ever really relaxed you to the point of submission. You were apathic somehow. An omega who didn’t feel. A freak of nature.

Erwin buried his face in the back of your neck. He smelled your sweet scent. Despite your apathy, your body produced the right pheromones. Sweet and pliant and submissive, even though you didn’t feel like it. He pressed a kiss on the scent gland beneath your ear. He bit down there gently, and you shivered all over. His domineering scent made your mind hazy. You threw your head back for him. Your body, submitted without you consenting.

“Smile for me, omega,” he spoke against your ear.

Voice, commanding, and breath, warm. It was an order. Your body complied to all the orders your alpha gave you. A smile twitched on your lips, but it was the farthest from genuine. He growled unsatisfied, disappointed. He bit down harshly on your neck, and you whimpered. Your fake smile instantly disappeared.

He grabbed you and flipped your body to face him. He was angry. You could smell it in him. Was he going to beat you? He’d never done it, but you were preparing yourself for anything. What did you do wrong? You hadn’t really done anything wrong, had you? You pulled your heartstrings, and you smiled for him. You tried. You tried your best. You couldn’t smile genuinely. The only genuine thing you could do was cry.

“I tried! I tried! I’m so sorry, alpha, please forgive me, I tried…” you dropped on your knees for him, clutching on his leg, pressing your face on his knee.

Tears ran down your cheeks. You were trembling. What the hell did you think would happen? Did you think that he’d beat you? You’ve been five fucking years with him, you had let him bond you, had you not learned anything about him at all? He wasn’t that kind of man and he had shown you over and over. He never, ever beat you. Why were you like this? So weak, and frightened and apologising over nothing.

He petted your hair as he watched you clutch on his leg. You wept and sniffled, but you weren’t weeping for him. You didn’t give a single damn whether he was satisfied with you or not. You were weeping for yourself and your fate and that life that you didn’t want.

“You look so beautiful when you cry, little omega.” His compliment made you purr, rubbing your cheek on his leg, your omega instincts, delighted. He caught your chin, urging you to look up at him with those bright eyes and the shiny, stained cheeks. Even when you cried you were so beautiful indeed. He wiped your cheeks with his large thumb, ending up in tracing your lower lip. “But you would’ve been much more beautiful if you smiled truthfully.” He sighed, watching you as you sniffled and released a new warm set of tears down your cheeks. “What do I have to do to make you happy?”

Anything. He’d do anything for you. Was it money you wanted? He had plenty. Was it dresses? Houses? Expensive cars, vacations, clothing, shopping sprees? Anything. But it was none of that, was it?

“I- I- I am happy! You don’t need to do anything, sir, I’m- I’m grateful for everything you do for me-”

“Bullshit, omega.” He growled and you whimpered.

He had to keep his anger in place. He wrapped his arms around you, and he picked you up from the floor as if you weighed nothing. You were lying to him. You always lied when it came to yourself and your happiness. Even when you were in your heat, you didn’t seek for him. You didn’t cling on him. You preferred to sit on the bed, alone, burning in fever or touching yourself silly. And when he’d come back from work, it’d be over. He’d just find you lying on his bed, sleeping exhausted and weak.

Thirst unquenched, and frustrated. You were denying yourself of your own nature. You were forcing yourself towards asexuality. That was impossible for a creature like you. An omega is simply made for the sole purpose of birthing children and staying home, keeping her legs parted for her alpha. Sexuality was all your very existence was about, but you seemed to have almost convinced yourself that you weren’t melting every time he touched you. Every time you heard his voice.

But you gave in this time. His scent flooded your mind, your surroundings, forcing you to submit and his skin was warm. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and you basked in the warmth of his body, burying your face in his neck, shutting your eyes, drawing in all the comfort. His scent was a drug in times like this, only working to make you hazy and let him do with your body as he pleased. But he wasn’t planning to fuck you now. He just wanted you to stop resisting the happiness that he was bringing you.

“You’re resisting me, y/n.” He spoke against your ear. Voice thick, and his nose, nuzzling beneath your ear, drawing in your sweet scent that started to mellow down. Your legs tightened around his waist, burying your face deeper into his neck, clutching your nails on the skin of his shoulders, his back, his chest.

He spoke your name to your biggest surprise. He had been neglecting your name as if it didn’t even matter. And maybe it didn’t. You were Erwin Smith’s omega and that was all the title that everybody used on you.

“I’m not resisting you, I’ve never resisted you-”

“A bond is not all about sex, y/n.” He cupped your cheek urging you to pull back and look at him. “I want you to open up to me. Tell me how you really feel. Tell me what I can do to make you happy.”

“Even if I tell you, you can’t give it to me.”

He buried his fingers in your hair, still holding your entire body up against him with minimal effort. “A true alpha is happy when his omega is happy because you’re my mate and we’re connected. I am a man who keeps his word.”

That was true. If anything, he wasn’t one to break a promise. But still, he could give her everything, but not that. “I want to be free.” You said. Tears filled your eyes again, but you didn’t let them drop and his eyes widened even though he expected that answer. You shook your head. “But I can’t have that. No omega can.”

[ricksbowen]

this is totally out of character but like imagine angry kisses with joshua. him and reader get really mad at each other for some reason but then he slams her into a wall and they just make out aggressively gripping and tugging I love that

goddess | j.b

IN WHICH: joshua’s jealousy gets a hold of him, but y/n doesn’t mind.

INSPIRATION: maneater (slowed vers.) — nelly furtado, she — harry styles

WARNING: this is the closest thing to smut i’ve written, i think. please read with caution.

A/N: idek if this was a request, but as you could tell i got a little bit carried away lmao. i’m trying to get used to writing more sexual scenes, so fee free to request more sexual stuff so i can practice :))

pt. 1, pt. 2

You had never seen him angrier.

His jaw was clenched, thick brows furrowed as he avoided looking at you. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, a million thoughts racing through his mind as he drove you both home.

It was one night out. One moment where you spoke with a guy, oblivious to the moves he was making on you. You were oblivious to the way his eyes hungrily took in your form, drinking in your beauty as if you were the most refreshing drink. You were oblivious to his stares, the way his eyes lingered a little bit too long on your ass when you walked away.

You were oblivious to Joshua’s glares from across the room as he stood with Matt and Olivia, their hands patting his back as they tried to calm him down.

A part of him felt guilty for being so jealous. But the other guy was staring at you as if you were a piece of meat; he couldn’t help but be mad.

“How was I supposed to know?” you spat out, equally as pissed off as he was. You were mad at yourself for being so blind towards social cues, mad at the guy for even thinking he had the right to make a move on you while you were taken, and mad at Joshua for being so bothered. Your mind was a jumbled mess of anger and tension, your words sharp and curt when you took a jab at Joshua like he was a tiger in a cage.

“The way he was looking at you? His words? Fuck, Y/N, if you couldn’t see it, just how blind are you?” Joshua said, anger dripping with every curt word as he pulled into the parking lot of your shared apartment building.

You stepped out first, slamming the car door loudly behind you as you made your way to the apartment lobby. It was hard stomping away from him in heels, but you made it work as you walked into the lobby and sent a small smile to the security guard that always sat nearby.

You could hear him walking behind you. You pressed the elevator button, eyes never looking away from ahead of you as the elevator doors opened. The ride up was painstakingly long, the tension almost suffocating as you crossed your arms over your chest. The only sound between you both was the elevator gears working outside of the elevator box.

“It wasn’t my fault that I didn’t know.” You took another jab at him, eyes snapping to his face. Joshua’s jaw was sharp, his teeth gritting and muscles tensing at your words.

“You can’t look me in the eye and tell me that he wasn’t all over you,” Joshua scowled, sending you a side glare. The elevator bell rang, and the doors opened. You took the first step out, not wanting to hear more bullshit come out of Joshua’s mouth as you walked to your apartment and took your key out of your purse. You stuck the key in furiously, turning it quickly and opening the door.

You threw your purse onto the couch, letting the black leather jacket — Joshua’s black leather jacket — slip off your shoulders and onto the floor. It revealed the silky red slip-on dress you wore, your skin perfect against the crimson. You kicked your black heels off, feeling your feet relax almost immediately.

You knew he was watching you. You wanted him to watch you.

“I didn’t know he was looking at me like that,” you stated, turning behind you. He was staring at you. Good.

“Who wouldn’t look at you? Have you seen yourself?” It was almost funny how pissed off Joshua sounded while he carelessly complimented you, but that didn’t stop you from firing back with more fervor.

“But it’s not my fault that he was all over me! You know how blind I am to shit like that!” You walked up to him, looking at him with a challenging look as the tension thickened ( if that was possible ). “Besides,” you huffed out, your voice laced with something that felt so impure it was almost sinful. “You know only you can look at me like that.”

That was all it took.

Joshua’s lips slammed against yours, your lips locking in a mix of teeth and tongue as he backed you up against a wall. Lips never separating, his hands gripped your thighs as he lifted you up against the wall effortlessly. You could feel his tongue against yours, as if they were dancing a crude dance between you both. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging it harshly and making him moan obscenely into your mouth.

It was you who pulled away, your teeth catching his bottom lip as you did. You knew it drove Joshua crazy.

Your neck as nudged up, his lips connecting to your neck in a lewd play of teeth and delicious pain. You let out a small moan at the feeling of him biting down on your neck, the pain bringing you nothing but pleasure as you felt him lick over it to soothe the pain.

“Damn right I’m the only one who can look at you like that,” Joshua practically growled, his words so out of character but making you whimper as one of his hands trailed up your dress. Usually, it was you taking charge in the bedroom, always bossing him around and smirking when he begged to touch you, or when his puppy-dog eyes looked at you through his eyelashes as he did sinful things to you. Usually, it was you staring at him with a lustful look, drinking in how submissive he looked with your hand around his throat and pressing down, restricting his airway in a way that made him buck up into you.

This was new. You didn’t mind it.

Joshua’s fingers lightly trailed over your crimson red panties, teasing and slow as his lips sucked a mark right above your breast. Your hand gripped his hair, you hold hard but affecting him in more ways than one.

“Stop teasing,” you scowled, your usually dominating role jumping out of you as you looked him in the eyes. Joshua only smirked, hazel eyes clouded with lust as his fingers pressed against you, making you squirm.

“I’m in charge tonight. Not you, baby girl,” Joshua stated, face close to yours as he started to circle his fingers over you, your panties a barrier between your skin and his fingertips.

“What if I don’t want that?” you managed, your head tilting back and a low moan leaving you when you felt his fingers move tauntingly close to the side of your panties.

“How about,” Joshua began, his fingers pushing your panties aside and making you shiver. “Whoever comes first subs in round 2?” It was almost comical how you had been arguing only moments before.

You sent him a devilish grin, rose red lips curling upwards at his proposition.

“You’re on, baby boy.”

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A/N: should i make a part 2 that’s just all smut? let me know :) ( update: i made a part two )

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