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Dear Rabbit

Yandere! Werewolf! Eren Jaeger x Reader

Eren J Masterlist

Word Count: 19k

Pairing: Eren x Reader

Content: Smut, Slight Fluff, Yandere themes, Slight Violence

Content Warnings: Fem bodied reader, Eren calling reader ‘bunny’, use of ‘good girl’ once, calling Eren ‘sir’ once, Dubcon (reader consents but under the influence of “heat”), kidnapping, Hybrids(?), Mentions of Pregnancy/impregnation, implied forced pregnancy, mentions of hunting, Scratching, injury (Eren digging his claws into you), Stockholm Syndrome (speedrun edition—influenced by marking), violence, fighting, raw meat (does that need a warning??), very small amount of hurt/comfort, Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, Marking, Smut (Size difference, breeding, slight A/B/O themes, knotting, heat, rut, creampie, cunnilingus, nipple play, F! receiving oral, stretching, stomach buldge, cervix pounding, slight orgasm denial), slight monsterfucking(?)

Summary: A part-wolf part-human creature has been watching you for quite some time, and he’s finally matured enough to make you his mate. You don’t remember him, but he’d do anything to make you his.

Werewolf Eren’s size compared to an average height person

An extra dilf werewolf eren <3

While reading the smut portion of this—please remember that it is unrealistic as fuck, because if you had sex with someone who’s dick was as big as Werewolf Eren’s, your insides would probably break. I lowkey cringed a lot while writing about the heat stuff 😭😭 I am so sorry

Also I sort of combined his manga colors and anime colors in this—black hair and green eyes

The rain fell heavily outside, crashing against the windows and roof of your apartment. Tree branches fluttered and waved with the wind, knocking against the window in your room as if they were begging for an escape from the storm.

You were getting ready for another day of school, packing your bag with all of the notebooks you needed, followed by your sticker-covered laptop and the pencil pouch you kept stocked with all of the pens, markers, and #2 pencils you could ever need. After pulling a waterproof jacket over your outfit of choice—jean shorts and a well-worn shirt—you pulled the thick bag straps over your shoulders and left your room, shutting the door behind you.

One of your roommates sat in the kitchen on her phone, giving a quiet “morning” while she scrolled through Instagram. Without classes in the morning to keep her busy, she often made breakfast for you and your other roommate—which was always greatly appreciated. Today, she’d made toast, leaving out all of the possible toppings for you to choose from on the counter.

You picked up a slice from the plate, munching on it quickly while raiding the pantry nearby for a granola bar or two, just in case the toast wasn’t enough to hold you off until lunch. As you prepared to walk out the door, your roommate was quick to say, “Watch out for werewolves!”

It was a running joke between people that lived in your relatively tiny town, brought on by the large wolf population in the surrounding forests—and also by the superstition of werewolves that supposedly lived beside their more canine brethren. Older people would tell their young grandchildren all about it, or mothers used it to keep their children from going too close to the woods. Either way, you didn’t believe it, but it was fun to joke about.

With a giggle, you bid her goodbye—pulling your jacket’s hood up, leaving the house, and starting your walk to the bus stop in the pouring rain.

The sidewalk was soaked, little worms wriggling out of the grass for fresh air. Carefully, you avoided them the whole way, reaching the bus stop and waiting quietly for your ride to show up. A few minutes passed before you heard the stutter of the bus engine—the long, white vehicle littered with advertisements pulling up to the bench you waited on.

You got up, stomping through the tiny puddles of rain on the sidewalk and climbing the stairs into the bus. It was mostly empty, aside from a few middle-aged people on their way to work. The windows were blurred from the rain, making it difficult to see when you sat down and tried to look through them. Although, if you squinted and looked into the distance—hidden by the underbrush and the thick tree trunks—you could’ve sworn you saw someone standing there, watching you. Rubbing your eyes and looking again, you noticed the figure was gone. You simply shrugged it off and turned forward, resting your head against the cold window.

It was probably never there in the first place, you thought. You always saw things like that out of the corners of your eyes that weren’t really there, so it was easy to assume that this time was the same.

If only you had known it was real, maybe you could have done something to avoid it.

School went by quickly, and all of your classes for the day ended by noon. You just decided to go back home instead of sticking around—mostly because it would be easier for you to study there than in a public place.

By now, the rain had lightened up a little and created a thin fog on the ground, making it difficult to see things at a distance. You no longer needed to wear your jacket, so you held it under your arm while you waited for your ride home. After the bus arrived and you got on, you texted your roommate that you would be back soon and asked if she could heat up some leftovers for you to have for lunch. She replied with a thumbs-up emoji, making you smile while you tucked your phone away into your bag.

The bus was quick to arrive back in your neighborhood, with fewer stops being necessary this time due to the lack of people. Stepping off, you walked past the end of the bus—only to stop at the sight of your neighbors waving at you from across the street. They were an elderly couple you became acquainted with while living at your nearby home, a pretty nice and sweet pair too. They just asked you how you were doing or how school was doing most of the time, so it really threw you for a loop when instead of their usual kind gestures, their faces contorted into ones of horror and paralyzing fear.

Before you had a chance to question it, everything moved faster than you could comprehend.

The first thing you realized was that you were being grabbed, but the next thing you knew—you were tumbling forward into the road, only being protected by whatever had a hold on you turning and hitting the pavement first. A scream from the elderly woman across the street echoed through the air, alerting the creature and causing it to panic and start running—with you in its arms.

The grip it had on you hurt, its claws digging into you and creating small gashes in your sides that bled through your clothes. Only now, after having a moment to process what happened, did you start to squirm and scream for help. It was already too late for anyone to rescue you from the beast, but it was the only thing you could try.

Your cries for help quieted into muffled sobs as you passed the threshold of the woods—the forest was huge; there was almost no chance of someone finding you there. You were going to die, you were sure of it, it was going to eat you.

Minutes passed, only filled with your cries of distress and the creature’s pants and feet crunching sticks and leaves on the ground—but then you hit a large clearing, and the sky was visible again. You couldn’t see well—your face buried in the shirt your kidnapper was wearing, and the sides of your head being blocked by the arms that were wrapped around you—only leaving you the ability to look up at the sky.

Small sprinkles of rain hit your face, joining the tears that dampened your cheeks. The creature let out a huff, its claws digging deeper into your already bloodied sides and making you wail in pain. You could feel it turn to look down at you, but you couldn’t see anything more than its neck and chin. After burying your face into its chest and letting out another cry, it started moving again, this time going from the woods into what you assumed to be a cabin—or a den of sorts. You couldn’t see much, but you did notice that it got darker and that the droplets of rain that you’d felt before ceased.

You were let go of without warning—dropped onto a soft, lumpy pile that was covered by a big linen blanket. Finally able to see your captor, you gazed up at him to see who and what he was.

He stared back at you, his bright eyes glowing green like the forest, even in the dark. Although he looked human, he wasn’t—there was no way he could have been, he was huge compared to the average person. Not only that, but emerging from his head stood two fluffy black ears that twitched as you studied him, matching his hair color—and further down, you could just barely make out a messy and tangled-looking tail, wagging back and forth behind him. The clothes he wore looked to be made by human hands, but considering how human-esque he was, they very well could have been made by him.

Your attention turned to your surroundings, eyeing the wooden walls surrounding the “bed” you were sitting on. There was more to this house that he had taken you into, but you couldn’t see past his broad shoulders and tall stature.

His wide eyes met with yours again, only for a second before he turned away and hurried off into the other part of the house, finally allowing you to see the rest of his abode when you sat up. Now that you could, you realized just how small the space really was—there was a big main room that held several different kinds of wooden storages stocked with different jars and bags, and then the small indent in the corner where the bed—and you—currently were.

The tall wolf-man dug through one of the cabinets attached to the wall, finally pulling out a roll of gauze. He hurried back to you, grabbing the hem of your ruined shirt and starting to pull it up without warning. Before he could drag it even halfway above your stomach, you slapped his claws away and fell backward, trying to curl into yourself and cover your bleeding sides. His ears fell back, and he held his hands up in front of him like he was trying to show that he wouldn't hurt you.

“I can’t bandage you with your shirt on.” His voice was soft as he spoke, acting like if he raised his voice too high, you would shatter like glass.

The edge in his green in his eyes had changed, turning softer—his pupils dilated, eyes growing glossier the longer he looked at your scared figure, making it clear that he had no intention of harming you—because why would he, especially if he was giving you such a loving gaze. After thinking about it, you realized you wouldn’t be able to stop the bleeding as quickly as him, and you didn’t need to be any weaker than you already were. Otherwise, there might not be any hope for your escape at all.

Slowly, you moved back to your previous position at the edge of the bed, starting to tug your shirt up. You stopped below your chest, still too afraid and untrusting to go any further. Every muscle in your body felt tense as he leaned in, maneuvering his hands around your waist to wrap the gauze tightly against your skin. It was fast, but the entire time you kept your eyes squeezed shut like it would make him disappear before they opened up again.

When he leaned away and you no longer felt his arms close to you, your eyes shot open so that you could stay aware of his every move. He stood over you awkwardly, leaning forward slightly and staring at your shirt with his lips pressed into a straight line while he contemplated his next move. You stared back at him, eyes darting to the side to ignore the uncomfortable tension.

And then, before you could stop him—he ripped your shirt off and speedily switched it out with his, barely giving you time to process what he had done before the oversized tunic was covering you up, the collar sliding off of one of your shoulders. Blinking for a second, you realized he began to walk away with your shirt—the only piece of clothing you had besides your shorts and underwear—so you jumped up and tried to take it back from him. He held it away from you effortlessly, high above his head where you couldn’t reach.

“That’s—That’s mine!” You stuttered, stretching your arms up as far as you could before it made your sides burn.

“Go sit down—you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that.” The stern tone in his voice didn’t match the soft expression on his face, but it did match his actions as he pressed the pads of his fingers to your chest, pushing you back until you fell onto the soft bed.

Still unwilling to give up yet, you protested again, “But—But my shirt!”

“There's blood on it and it has holes. It’s no use to you now, especially not out here.”

What he meant exactly by the words ‘out here’ you didn’t know, but you assumed it had something to do with the fact that you were deep in the woods, surrounded by all sorts of things that would easily hunt you down and kill you if they caught the smell of your blood. You looked down a little, staying quiet to tell him you understood, and that you could live without the soiled shirt.

With a smile, he gave you a small pat on the head before walking to the opposite end of the room and dropping the fabric into a small, wooden bin on the floor. After pulling on a new shirt, he turned back to you, the first thing he noticed being your gaze, glued to the ground. Your face was mostly void of emotion—meaning he had no way of knowing what you were thinking, and no way of even guessing—leaving him grasping at straws to try and figure out how he could comfort you.

Without giving any thought to how you would react to it, he walked over and wrapped his huge arms around you—effectively caging you in against his chest. Your entire body tensed up, shoulders scrunched up as far as they could be. It made you feel so small and powerless. You were small and powerless—against him at least.

After sitting quietly for what felt like hours—but was only a few minutes, in reality—he finally spoke up, “You’re so small still, even up close. Like a little bunny rabbit.”

The amount of effort it took to crane your neck enough so that you could look up at him was enormous, your bones cracking as you rested your chin on his chest. He peered down at you, a toothy smile forming slowly and showing off his dangerously sharp teeth.

Struggling to get the words out from a combination of anxiety and your jaw being pressed shut against his sternum, you managed to question him, “Who—who are you—what are you? Why did—Why did you do this?”

“Oh.” He said in reply, not giving you a real answer yet—he needed a minute to figure out how he would explain his connection to you without sounding like he was making things up. You squirmed in his grip, trying to loosen it so that you weren’t being crushed.

He asked you, looking almost sad as he spoke, “Do you—do you really not remember?”

When you shook your head in response, he gave a nervous chuckle and just decided to start from the beginning, “Well then, I guess I’ll just tell you.”

One of his arms around you moved so that he could cup your entire jaw with his hand, forcing you to keep your head turned upward while he talked to you, “Maybe you were too young to remember, but we always used to play together when we were kids.”

His explanation began, the smile coming back to his lips while he reminisced on the memories he had of your first years together, “Your mom would set you outside while she gardened nearby. She never paid enough attention to you—you always wandered off, just far away enough for me to come out of the woods without being afraid that she would catch us,” he paused for a moment to chuckle before continuing, “You used to call me ‘doggy’ and bring out this plastic ball; it wasn’t really meant for animals, but you just insisted on using it to play with me. There were little bells inside that jingled when you threw it and made me fetch it.”

He chuckled again, “Maybe you did see me as a dog back then, but that doesn’t matter now.”

You stared at him, semi-spaced out while you tried to remember his presence in your childhood. There was no memory of a wolf-human coming to play with you, the closest thing being when your nice neighbors would let you see their friendly Bernese mountain dog pup. Then again, there was a lot about your toddler years that you couldn’t remember anymore—maybe he just happened to be part of those forgotten moments.

Either way—it wasn’t important right now. The most important thing at the moment was figuring out who he was, and any way you could escape. Your previous relationship with him could come later—that is, if you stayed long enough.

Before you could ask him for his name, he was already talking again, going on about your old times together. “You were so special to me. It hurt so bad that I had to stop seeing you when we got older but… it doesn’t matter anymore. Now that I'm old enough—now that we're finally together again…I’ll never let you go.”

He began to lean down, pursing his lips and getting ready to kiss you—not expecting the hand that slapped over his mouth when he got too close. He wasn’t even able to ask why because you were already talking, “What—What’s your name? I don’t even know your name.”

Despite looking a little disappointed from his attempt at kissing you being blocked, he responded with an indifferent tone, “Eren.”

After seeing you nod, his smile returned and he grabbed both of your wrists with his giant hands, ensuring that this time there was nothing to get in the way of his kiss. Desperate to avoid it, however, you leaned back as he leaned in—eventually hitting the bed and having nowhere else to turn. Even with everything inside of you screaming not to let him, you had no way of avoiding the moment his lips pressed against yours. He pushed your wrists into the bed too, successfully trapping you again, although this time leaving you feeling even more vulnerable than before.

You let him kiss you for a moment, hoping that he would pull away on his own. When he didn’t, you realized you would have to risk angering him to free yourself—and as much as his anger scared you, the thought of him going any further with you was scarier.

Ripping yourself out of his grasp, you balled your hands into fists and shoved him in the chest as hard as you could, creating enough space in between you to curl your legs up, allowing you to kick him in the stomach. He tumbled back, groaning and grabbing at the already forming bruise. You wasted no time, getting up and trying to run—not even thinking about how close he was to you, the lack of distance allowing him to recapture you easily. There wasn’t even enough time for you to make it to the door before he recovered and pounced on you, grabbing at your injured sides so that you would instinctively curl up and focus more on getting his hands off of you. It made it easy for him to pick you up despite your squirming, taking you back to his bed and shoving you into it.

You tried to sit up again, but he was quicker than you, pinning you down by your arms. His claws dug into your skin, only gentle enough that it wouldn’t draw blood—and he looked angry, growling and baring his teeth. It was more wolf-like than human, his eyes turning dark, reflecting a hint of red.

Horrified, you shut your eyes and started to tear up—thinking he was going to claw your arms or face as a sort of punishment for trying to escape—but instead, he did nothing. He didn’t say anything either, not even when his anger finally subsided. He just stared—his eyes that reflected the color of the very forest he lived in piercing straight through your head.

He was waiting—waiting for you to open your eyes so that he could make sure he had your full attention before making his warning.

When you finally did, he grabbed both of your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them until your mouth was forced into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes met his, and he stared at you in silence for another moment before reprimanding you, “Don’t try that again. Ever.”

His voice was stern, contrasting his earlier, more cheery tone.

“I’ll make it so you can’t run at all if you do.”

The threat made a shiver run down your spine. He wouldn’t actually hurt you like that, right? Hopefully not.

So distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the hand sliding down to your thigh until it was being squeezed. It was anything but gentle, serving as another warning of what he would do if you tried to run again. Honestly, just the thought of his sharp claws digging into your thighs until it hurt too much to stand was enough to scare you away from the idea—at least until you found an opportunity where it was certain you could make it.

“Got it, bunny?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts again, keeping his gaze on you until you nodded. Then, his smile returned, as did his happier demeanor—and he acted like it had never left in the first place.

Letting go of you, he stretched back and yawned, giving you the personal space you needed. You curled up, holding yourself and rubbing your arms for comfort while Eren got up and made his way across the room.

“Are you hungry at all? It must be almost noon by now, you should eat.”

You shook your head, but he either didn’t see you or didn’t care, because the next thing you heard was the clattering of different containers and ceramics. Sitting up, you looked over and saw him digging out different kinds of meats, berries, and fruits—probably because he didn’t know what kind you ate—or if you even ate meat. It was obvious that he wasn't well-versed in the diet of humans, considering he didn’t even bother cooking the meat before he went to hand it over to you.

Not sure what to do next, you just held the plate in front of you and stared at it. You couldn’t eat most of what was on it—you weren’t sure if you even wanted to eat any of what would be considered edible to people—there was no way to tell what had been adequately washed or not.

Confused, Eren waited a moment before asking you, “Is there something wrong? Do you not like any of it?”

You shook your head, not bothering to clarify which question you were answering while you continued to hold the plate. After another minute of awkward silence, you finally explained to him, “I can’t eat raw meat. Or unwashed fruit.”

With that new information, his mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, showing that he understood—or at least pretended he did. He took the plate back from you, staring down at the assortment of food to try and figure out what he was going to do with it.

“I guess I should cook and wash these then, right? Will you eat then?” He asked. You nodded, just wanting this to get through with the conversation so that he couldn’t keep using it as an excuse to care for you.

After pausing in front of the wooden front door, he turned his head to look at you, carefully watching to see your response when he asked, “Would you be good? If I take you outside with me, that is?”

As much as he didn’t trust you at the moment, he thought that getting some fresh air might help you stay calm. And even if you did try to run, you would never be able to get that far before he caught you. The risk was low.

Without answering, you were already up and joining his side, eager for another possible escape attempt. You knew he would be watching you like a hawk, but that wasn’t going to stop you. Not if it meant you had even a sliver of a chance of being successful, you still wanted to try.

With a hum, he turned back to the door and pushed it open, revealing the misty forest clearing, everything still moist from rain. The idea of bolting past him and into the woods was at the forefront of your mind, but you held back—as painful as it was. You needed to wait until he wasn’t paying attention so you could get as far away from him as possible before he noticed your absence.

He took your hand, dragging you outside and to the middle of the clearing. Pointing to one of several logs laying around what looked to be a small fire pit, he motioned for you to sit. When you did, he handed you the plate of food and went off to find wood, checking to make sure you were still there every 5 seconds.

It didn’t take long to gather enough firewood, considering you were surrounded by trees with plenty of broken branches lying beneath them. Eren returned quickly, arms full of different sizes of sticks that tangled together when he dropped them into the fire pit. Reaching for his pants pocket, he realized he left his box of matches inside of his cabin—meaning he’d have to either leave you alone or drag you back with him to grab them.

He didn’t even get a chance to think about what he was going to do before his solution was already walking right up to him.

“Eren! Is this… the person you were talking about?”

“Armin! Yes, yes it is.”

His childhood best friend, Armin. He could watch you for him, definitely.

Armin approached the two of you quickly, his shaggy blonde tail bouncing behind him. He was a lot smaller than Eren was but still big enough to tower over you—leaving you shaking in your boots at there now not only being one, but two dangerous werewolves you had to keep track of if you wanted to escape.

He slowed his pace, sauntering over to you to check out the person his best friend has told him oh-so-much about in the past.

Stepping in front of you, he kneeled to meet your eyes—trying to make himself seem smaller so that maybe you would stop shivering at the sight of him.

“Hello!” He said, a small smile adorning his feminine face, “I’m Armin—like you heard. I know it’s difficult right now, but I’m sure you’ll adjust well!”

After he finished speaking, he placed both of his hands over yours—trying to encourage you to keep your spirits high, although it had the opposite effect. You didn’t respond or even nod—the anxiety inside of you forcing you to stay frozen in place.

Turning around, he let go of you to ask Eren something, “Mind if me and Mikasa eat with you? We have our own food.”

Eren nodded, “Would you watch them for me for a second while I run to grab some matches?”

Armin gave him a thumbs up, taking a seat on a log near you while Eren ran off. Now you were alone with him. Great.

You shuffled your feet in the dirt awkwardly, praying that Eren would be fast. Armin looked past you, suddenly beaming while he waved his arm in the air.

That must be the ‘Mikasa’ he mentioned.

She came from behind you, taking a seat next to Armin on the log. In her arms, she held a cloth bag—probably full of food—and an over-the-fire camp grill that was likely stolen from a nearby sporting goods store. She was beautiful, which honestly made you even more nervous than just the half-wolf part did on its own.

Fortunately for you, Eren was quick to return after Mikasa arrived, a box of matches in hand and a fistful of kindling. He lit the tiny twigs, tossing them into the larger pile and starting the fire. After a minute, the pit was engulfed in flames and burning brightly, emanating warmth on everyone surrounding it.

Mikasa unfolded the portable grill, placing it over the fire and adding her’s and Armin's food onto it. She left an open spot on the other side of it for you, which you filled quickly with everything that was on your plate, including the fruits and berries that normally wouldn't be grilled. Eren gave you a strange look but didn’t say anything, just assuming that was how humans normally ate their fruit.

The following silence was deafening, nothing but the quiet crackling of the fire filling the air. You fiddled with your thumbs, eyes glued to the dirt to avoid any awkward eye contact.

Eventually tired of the quiet, Armin spoke up, “So… are you going to tell your parents about this soon?”

After a moment of thinking, Eren shrugged, “I’ll probably just tell them when I get them pregnant—which shouldn’t take too long.”

You almost choked on air, whipping your head towards him and stammering out a pathetic, “Excuse me?”

Mikasa and Armin look equally as shocked, both of their mouths hanging open while they stared dumbfounded at their friend.

“Already? Eren you JUST got them—at least give them some time to warm up to you more!” Mikasa shouted, giving you a sympathetic glance.

“Mika, we’ve known each other since we were kids, you know this. It’ll be fine, they’ll have as many months as they need to get used to me—the faster we have pups the better. You know how—how competitive things get around here, and if they’re pregnant then everyone will leave us alone.” His tail was wagging aggressively side to side, brushing dirt into the air. The frown on his face spoke volumes, and so did his crossed arms that made him look like a pouty child—but you couldn’t help but also notice the sad look in his eyes as he spoke again, “I’ve waited too long for this. I don’t wanna lose my chance.”

After a long moment of silence, Armin picked up a stick and began to turn the meat over on the grill, just ignoring the solemn-looking Eren and the still stunned Mikasa. He turned your food over after, dropping the stick on the ground again.

The quiet after was even worse this time, everyone just staring and waiting for things to finish cooking. It didn’t take as long for the second side to cook, the meat turning darker in minutes. Both Armin and Eren dragged the food back into their plates with sticks, Mikasa dragging the grill off of the fire when they were done. She set it aside to cool off and sat again, blowing on the meat that Armin held.

When Eren handed his plate to you, you copied Mikasa and blew on the food to cool it before digging in. Armin and Mikasa ate mostly with their hands and mouths, both eating somewhat similar to the way dogs would. You were hesitant to pick up anything with your hands, nervous about the residue that it would leave. Instead, you offered some of the meat to Eren, just opting to eat the fruits instead. That was probably the safer option, anyways—and it left less mess on your fingers.

You finished your meal faster than everyone else, being left to sit there and watch while everyone else was distracted by their food.

Oh. They were distracted.

As you realized that, a thought crossed your mind. You could book it and run as fast as could, maybe making it to the edge of the forest before they could catch you. Or you could stay here sitting next to them—possibly missing the only chance you’d have to escape for a while.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to risk it.

Slowly, your gaze drifted from Armin to Mikasa, and then to Eren—all still busy with their food. You carefully turned around in your spot, catching Eren’s attention for a split second before you moved closer to give him a false sense of reassurance. When you were certain that your footing was good enough to help you launch forward, you took in a deep breath and counted down from 3.

3… 2… 1…

You took off, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and ignoring the burning pain in your sides. You were ahead, managing to make it out of the clearing before Eren had even begun to chase you—although it didn’t take him very long after to drop everything and go sprinting after you.

The anxiety was growing now, knowing he was coming. His footsteps were loud, and so were his angry demands.

“GET BACK HERE! GET BACK HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

It was almost more horrifying than the sound of him catching up to you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He was going to catch you. You weren’t fast enough—your plan was backfiring.

You weren’t even close to the edge of the forest, you underestimated how big it was. No. No. No.

This couldn’t be happening. It was so obvious that you wouldn’t make it. Why did you even think you could.

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the burning in your sides now spreading to your throat. Your legs were starting to hurt.

His grunts and growls were right behind you now, and before you knew it—he was tackling you to the ground and shoving your entire body into the dirt. He was so heavy on top of you—it hurt, it made you want to scream. You were covered in scuffs and bruises now, and you could feel the sticks scrapping against your skin and the dirt sticking to your wounds.

Everything was blurred with tears. You regret ever thinking you could get away.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry!” You could barely choke the words out, feeling like you were suffocating with him sitting on top of you. You didn’t even have to look at him to know that there was a scowl on his face and he was barring his fangs—evident through his low growls.

“I warned you, I fucking warned you.” He snapped back at you, finally getting up but still not letting go of you—instead, pulling you up with him.

Your legs shook beneath you, and there was a multitude of twigs and leaves in your hair and stuck to your clothes. You were so dirty.

“We’re going home. Now.”

No. No, you weren’t. That damp cabin—den, whatever it was—it wasn’t your home, and it never would be—but you didn’t even get a chance to protest before he was already picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. His sharp claws dug into your hip, just a little lower than where the other marks on your sides were. You couldn’t even squirm, all you could do was cry and sob into his back as he carried you.

The walk back felt like an eternity. It was like he was moving slow on purpose, just to torture you. He didn’t even talk to you, it was just silent the entire time—although this was probably better than what you’ll have to face when you got back.

Mikasa and Armin were nowhere to be seen when you walked through the clearing. They probably left quickly to avoid any conflict, but you couldn’t blame them. You would too if you were in their shoes.

When he walked through the door, he slammed it shut behind him out of anger, leaving you even more fearful of what that meant for you if he was acting like that towards an inanimate object. You were tossed onto the bed, barely being able to let out your wail of pain before he crawled on top of you and forced himself in between your legs, leaning over you so you were stuck underneath him. He grabbed both of your thighs, squeezing them until his claws were just about to break the skin.

“No! No, No Eren, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, Eren, please don’t!” You cried, pleading with him to not follow through with his earlier threat.

“I warned you. I warned you, bunny. The only reason we’re doing things the hard way is because YOU didn’t listen.” His grip tightened, forcing a sob from your throat as he broke skin, “If it hurts too much then you can bite me. Just don’t be too loud, got it?”

Through tears, you nodded your head, just wanting to get it over with if he wasn’t going to change his mind. His claws dug into your thighs, piercing all the way into the muscle. Almost immediately, you bite down on his shoulder, letting out a shrill but muffled scream as you felt warm blood begin to drip down your legs.

It burned, it burned so horribly. You felt like you were going to be sick, your teeth starting to hurt at how hard you were biting down. It only got worse when he pushed his face into your neck and bit you back, forcing his fangs as deep into your flesh as they could go.

Your vision began to spot, whether it was the amount of pain or the amount of blood you were losing—you were going to pass out if he kept going. Flashes of hot and cold passed through your body, making you feel like you were drenched in sweat even though the only thing you had on you was blood.

As your crying began to grow quiet, and he could feel your head slipping away from his neck, Eren realized that you were about to pass out. Quickly sitting up, he let go of your legs and stared down at you—your eyes were droopy, the rest of your body starting to go limp.

He gently slapped your cheek, trying to keep you awake, “Hey, wake up. Stay with me, bunny. C’mon…”

You groaned in response, shifting your body slightly. He questioned himself if he went too far, eyeing the deep gashes that were likely going to heal into permanent scars on your thighs. Compared to him, you were so small and delicate—he could kill you without even using all of his strength. Now he was worried. He needed to be more careful.

With a sigh, he got off of the bed and went to grab bandages—because if you were going to pass out on him, then he could at least take advantage of it by fixing you up without having to deal with your squirming. After cleaning and wrapping your neck and legs, he sat at the edge of the bed, staring at you with a sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry.”

You woke up enveloped in a soft blanket, surrounded by a cozy warmth. As much as you wanted to snuggle into it, you had to open your eyes and make sure you were safe before you could relax.

Yawning, you opened your eyes and took a moment to register what was around you before realizing that you were face to face with someone’s chest. More specifically, Eren’s chest.

His arms were wrapped around you, and you could feel him moving his arms around over and underneath you. You looked up to him, immediately being met with his gaze directly back at you. His eyes were red, and his hair was a mess. It looked like he had been crying.

“Eren?” You coughed after speaking, not realizing how dry your throat was.

He just held you tighter, burying his face into the top of your head.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have been so careless with you…”

You stayed quiet, allowing him to hold you in his arms while he continued apologizing over and over.

There was nothing you could say—no words of consoling that you could give without being a liar. You couldn't say it was ok. It wasn’t. You weren’t ok—but you didn’t want to make it worse for yourself by telling him that—so all you could do was stay quiet.

Although, as un-okay as you were, you were oddly calm compared to before. It was strange, considering you would have normally already panicked and pushed him away by now—probably backing yourself into the corner and trying desperately to avoid him—but you had no temptation to do so. If anything, you felt at ease in his arms—which was undoubtedly a cause for concern in your eyes.

By now, Eren had calmed down, your scent managing to ground him rather quickly. This provided you with a chance to speak up.

“What—What did you do to me?” You asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t this calm before. What did you do?”

The silence he held for a moment after you asked scared you. You weren’t prepared for anything, no matter what the answer may be.

“I marked you.”

“You—You what?” You didn’t know what he meant by “marking,” but the implication of it was enough to make your stomach drop.

“I marked you. When I bit you—and you marked me, too. That makes us mates.”

“What do you mean by ‘mates?’” You pushed against him, creating enough space between your face and his chest for you to look up at him.

“We’re mated. Like… It’s like what marriage is for people, kind of. Except, a lot harder to break.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes. He had to be lying. It wasn’t true. It couldn't be. The marks would heal in a few months and be gone forever, wouldn’t they?

“But what about—the marks will heal, won’t they? That can’t mean that we’re…”

“These marks are special, bunny,” He ghosted a hand up to your neck, feeling the bandaged wound with his thumb, “Even the one you gave me. They’re permanent.”

The small drops in the corners of your eyes turned into a river. Knowing that even if you were able to escape now—if ever—that mark would still be stuck on your neck—it was too difficult to cope with.

“No, no, no, please don’t cry anymore… You’ve cried enough today…” Eren cooed, pulling you close to him again, this time with his face against yours, his nose nuzzling your cheek. His comfort had the same effect on you that a mother holding her crying newborn would have, calming you quickly and managing to reduce your tears to sniffles in minutes. You hated it. You hated the comfort he was bringing you now, but you didn’t know how to stop it.

With your eyes now dry, you let out a shuddery, very exhausted-sounding sigh. Eren turned his head from you to the window, taking note of the orange glow outside. He retracted his arms from around you and sat up, catching your attention while he pulled his shirt off and handed it to you.

“The smell on this shirt should be stronger than the one you’re wearing. Change into it, it should help you stay calm while I go hunting.”

Hunting? He was leaving you to go hunt, right after all of that, with no other warning?

“What do you mean you’re going hunting?” You asked.

“We need food, don’t we? Every couple of nights, a group of us goes hunting at dusk. We bring everything back and split it evenly with everyone else. Tonight is a hunting night.”

“So… you’re just going to leave? And I’ll be here alone?” You started questioning how smart he really was if he was going to leave you by yourself right after you tried to escape.

“Well, sort of. I’ll send someone to watch,” He paused for a second, making you think he was done until you saw the petrifying look in his eyes, “Still, I think you know better than to run off now… right, bunny?”

You nodded, biting your lip anxiously while a shiver went up through your spine. He was right. Even if you ran away, the chances of him finding and catching you again were high. And if he did catch you then… who knows what he would do to you. You didn’t want to think about it.

Eren moved to cup your cheek, tilting your head so you looked up at him, “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

When you nodded for a second time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Unlike the first time he’d tried to kiss you, you were unable to block it, so you could only squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the moment to pass. His chin was prickly, like he’d shaved a few days ago and it was just starting to grow back—it irritated your face. Even when he pulled away, you had to scratch at your face because of the itchy feeling his stubble left.

“Thank you. I’ll be back as soon as possible. I promise.” He said while he backed away, keeping his eyes on you as he moved towards the door, making sure you didn’t follow him.

When the door clicked shut, you shot up—but fell right back down onto your knees, forgetting about the injuries you had previously sustained. Getting up again was difficult, the ache in your thighs making you stumble as you clung to the bed for support. Instead of trying again, you gave up. Eren was right when he said he would make it so you couldn’t walk—you really couldn’t. Not yet, at least—with the still-fresh wounds on your thighs that made your legs feel like they would implode if you took even one step.

You could always try again in a little while before he got back—depending on how your legs felt then. If they still hurt then, you could always wait until his next hunting trip, as much as you didn’t want to wait that long. There were always going to be more chances for you to escape, hopefully. It wouldn’t hurt to rest, just for a bit.

After pulling yourself back into the bed, you saw that Eren’s tunic was lying crumpled up in the center of it. He gave it to you to change into, so you might as well—it was better than the dirty one you were currently wearing anyways.

You swapped your shirt for his, throwing the torn and dirt-covered one across the room after and curling up in the bed, wrapping yourself in the same blanket that you woke up with before he left. It was warm and cozy, filled with Eren’s scent. You couldn’t describe it well, but it smelt vaguely like autumn, along with different hints of dirt and pine needles. It was comforting, as much as you hated to admit it—and it was starting to make you feel tired.

Your eyelids grew heavy, begging for sleep—even though you hadn’t woken up that long ago. Although if Eren was still going to be gone for a while, sleeping could always help pass the time. Getting extra sleep wasn’t a bad thing, it wouldn’t hurt. Shutting your eyes, you began to let the weariness take over, letting yourself drown in the comfortable warmth.

“Hey… wake up… I’m back…”

You felt someone shaking you by your shoulder, abruptly pulling you out of your dreamland. Opening your eyes, you saw a blurry, shirtless Eren standing next to you. It took a few blinks for your vision to clear, and when you did you were finally able to look at him and mumble a slightly annoyed, “What?”

Eren chuckled at your half-asleep irritation, seating himself next to you to rest his legs, “I’m back.”

“Welcome.” You retorted, turning away from him and cuddling into the blankets again. He smirked a little, moving on top of you and putting all of his weight on you. Startled and mistakenly thinking he was trying something more perverted, you started to squirm underneath him, which only led to his arms tightly wrapped around you.

“I was so worried about you while I was gone, and now you’re being all cold to me?” He asked, letting out a very loud and overdramatic sigh, “So mean.”

You finally shoved him off of you and onto the floor, pouting and giving him a dirty look as he stood and laughed at your annoyance. As you looked at him, you started to take notice of things that you didn’t before.

He was extremely fit—the muscles in his arms and torso were toned, allowing you to see them clearly even without him flexing. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a lot of hair on him that you could see, your eyes trailing from his chest down to his abs and hips. The only place you could see any hair was his happy trail, which started right underneath his belly button and slowly got darker the further it went south. There was a bit of blood on him, too—mostly on his hands and around his face, neck, and chest. You didn’t question it much—he was just hunting, after all.

Eren caught notice of your gaze on him and decided to tease you a little in response. He interrupted your stare, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up so that you would look at him, “My eyes are up here, bunny.”

Almost immediately, your face became hot and you could feel yourself growing flustered. You could feel heat begin to pool in between your legs, and you almost thought that Eren could tell with the way his eyes widened right after. Truthfully, with his heightened sense of smell, he could tell, but he didn’t want to embarrass you or make a fool of himself, so he kept quiet.

He tried to brush it off, turning his head to the side and looking out the window to try and hide his growing blush, “We—We should both take a bath… There’s a lake nearby with clean water, and I have soap. You can clean your bandages too.”

If you took a bath with Eren that would mean seeing all of him. The thought alone made you shiver. However, you did need it, especially after being forced face-first into the dirt—and so did he based on the sight of him. You could put up with seeing him naked if it meant cleanliness.

“Okay.” You replied to him, making your way to the edge of the bed. Before you were able to get up, he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll carry you. Your legs probably still hurt, right? It’ll just be better if I carry you there.”

After you nodded, he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him before shifting his hands to your butt. He stood up slowly, making sure to hold you tightly.

“Put your arms and legs around me, that’ll make it easier for me to hold you.” He asked, pulling you up more and intertwining his arms to hold you better. You did as told, wrapping your limbs around his torso and neck and clinging on.

You shut your eyes, leaning against him as he made his way across his home and out the door. It was cold outside, goosebumps scattering over your skin in uneven spots. Feeling you shiver, Eren moved one of his arms from under you to around your upper body, rubbing his arm up and down on your back to try and warm you.

“We’ll be there soon. It isn’t too far from here.”

The sound of leaves and sticks crunching under his feet came to a stop soon after he said that, signifying that he had reached the lake. You opened your eyes and twisted your neck to try and look, although you were barely able to see the bright moon reflecting off of the water in the corner of the lake.

“I’m going to put you down, ok? I’ll be careful.” Eren said, waiting for your nod in response before he dropped to his knees and gently placed you on the dirt and grass. He stood up again, patting you on the head before stepping away to start stripping. You whipped your head around quickly, not wanting to see him fully exposed. Because he only had his pants and shoes to take off, it wasn’t long before he was nude—walking up behind you after to inform you that it was now your turn to strip.

He promised not to look, although it wouldn’t matter much anyway. In a few minutes—when you were both going to be submerged in the lake—he would need to keep an eye on you for your safety.

Getting your shirt off was easy, but your shorts were another story. You slid them off oh-so delicately, afraid of being too rough and hurting your already injured thighs—you really didn't want to delay the healing process any more than you already might have earlier; when you tried to get up after Eren left.

Once everything you wore was off and discarded into the same pile as Eren’s clothes, you covered your chest and called for Eren to help you into the water. He turned around to face you—fully prepared to assist you—but froze. You stared at each other, both processing the sight of each other completely bare.

His tail began to wag involuntarily, exposing his excitement. While he drank in every little thing about your appearance that he could see, you did the same—your eyes trailing down his body like earlier—only this time there was nothing to get in the way of seeing where his happy trail led.

Your eyes followed it, all the way down to where it turned into a larger but still nicely trimmed tuft of hair before—

Holy shit.

He was huge. 9 inches at least, and that was soft.

Your entire body felt warm at the sight of him, your lower regions especially. You had to take in a deep breath just to ground yourself, and even then, you couldn’t get rid of the warm feeling inside your core.

Eren seemed to notice where your gaze went as well, considering his face was now a bright red, and his eyes were blown wide open. He could feel the arousing building up in himself—so, in an effort to hide it, he ran to you and scooped you up, quickly getting into the lake and walking to where the water was waist-deep.

You shivered in his arms, not expecting him to move so fast into the freezing cold water. Next, he set you down slowly, making sure you would stay standing before he let go. When you were stable on your feet, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before turning your stiff self around so your back would face him.

“Stay still while I grab the soap.” He told you, wading past you in the water and going back to the pile of clothes in the grass, digging around until he was able to pull out a bar of soap from his pants pocket. He made his way back to you after, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your head, “I’ll wash you. It’ll be easier for me to reach places you can’t. I promise I’ll be careful, so don’t worry.”

Nodding, you held your arms around your chest even tighter than before, just to be cautious if he was planning anything. You heard him dip the soap into the water and then press it against your back, the cold bar making you squeak and arch your spine. Your reaction made Eren chuckle for a moment before he began to wash you, continuously dipping his hand into the water whenever the bar felt dry so that it remained wet enough to eventually form suds.

The grip he had on the soap was strange, using the sides of his fingers instead of the pads to hold it, keeping his claws pointed away from you to keep you safe. After your back was clean enough, he moved on—scrubbing shoulders and upper arms. He didn’t want to risk your discomfort, so he carefully avoided the wet bandages and anything near your chest, simply handing the bar to you when he was finished so that you could wash those areas yourself.

You did so quickly, barely letting any suds form while you scrubbed away, rinsing everything off after and using your arms to cover yourself again. Eren asked if you were done, to which you nodded and handed him the bar, watching as he began to copy what he did to you, this time on himself.

With him distracted, you were able to examine his body once more. He faced away as he washed himself off, allowing you a nice view of his back muscles. Watching them flex and move was mesmerizing, the muscles stretching with the different ways he bent his arms. Part of you was curious about what it would be like, to be picked up and held in his huge arms while he—

The warm feeling came back. This time, it was even stronger than before.

You could feel yourself throbbing. You knew you were aroused, but it was so much more… intense than it usually was. Your entire body was hot, and it felt like you were burning up. Right now, it was probably a good thing that the lake was cold—because it was the only thing keeping you from overheating.

Everything felt so intensified, and you felt like you were going to collapse into the water. You needed to get out—maybe sit down for a minute or two.

You treaded through the water, making your way to Eren and poking his back. He flinched, obviously not expecting anything to touch him, and turned around to look at you.

“Eren…”

Your voice was shaky and unstable, your body shaking. You were going to ask him to carry you when he finished cleaning up, but you froze. Something was off about him. His eyes looked like they were glowing, and staring straight through you.

Slowly, he turned his body towards you and wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t know how to react, just frozen in place while he leaned over you. He buried his face into you, his nose stuffed into the crook of your neck.

“Eren? What—what are you doing?” “You smell… so sweet.”

He grazed his claws over your back, making you press yourself into him with your spine arched. It took everything inside of him, every ounce of self-control he had to keep from picking you up and taking you right then and there, in the middle of the lake. His sniffing was starting to tickle your neck, making you squirm.

“Eren…”

He didn’t respond—instead, beginning to back you up towards the shore. Eventually, the water was back to being well below both yours and his waist, going just above your knees and exposing everything. Instead of eventually backing out of the lake, you hit a ledge, almost falling onto it—if Eren hadn’t stopped pushing, you would have. He instead stepped back, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around, pushing your upper body forward so that you were bent over it with your legs remaining half-submerged in the water.

Confused still, you tried to stand up again, only to be stopped by his hand on the small of your back, holding you down.

“Ere—Eren!” You squeaked out, abruptly feeling him press the palm of his finger against your clit. It hit you then, that he could tell what you were feeling—and he probably knew the reason you felt that way too.

Your entire body shook, your knees feeling weak and wobbly like jello. Eren didn’t stop, beginning to rub in small circles. He kneeled, one hand on the back of your thigh and the other wrapped around your leg to reach your heat. Being face-to-face with your cunt now, he was able to see how wet you were, your pussy swollen and begging for something inside of it.

“Eren—Eren… please, I—” You stuttered out, feeling the warmth worsen throughout your entire body.

“Shh, shh. I’ll take care of this.” He interrupted you, leaning in to leave a soft kiss on your ass.

This was embarrassing, to be bent over the side of a lake by someone who stole you away a few hours ago, with his face so close to the most intimate parts of you.

You covered your mouth, trying to silence the tiny whimpers that came out when you felt his breath on your cunt. He moved closer, slowly sticking out his tongue and dragging it down the slit of your pussy. Moving his other arm around your leg, he managed to put both of his thumbs on either of your outer labia, spreading your lips apart and taking another long lick.

If it weren’t for him, you would have collapsed onto the ground by now. His tongue moved back to your clit, flicking it a few times before dragging back to push into your entrance. Involuntarily, you pushed your hips back into him, begging for more friction. He pulled away, much to your dismay, making you whimper from the sudden cold breeze.

“You taste so good—you taste so good.” Eren panted, continuing to play with your folds and nudge your clit with his finger. He unwrapped one of his arms and closed his hand into a fist, only his middle and ring finger left extended. Carefully, he put the two claws into his mouth and bit down, effectively snapping the sharp nails off. After spitting them into the water, he moved his hand back to your pussy, feeling up and down to gather as much of the slick as he could before pushing his fingers in up to their first knuckles.

“Eren!” You cried out, your arms giving out and leaving you with your head buried in them against the dirt.

His ears perked up, and you could feel him lean to the side to try and look at your face, “Are you ok?”

“Yes—Yes I’m ok. Please, please, please keep going.”

Never before had someone putting just two fingers in you felt good. Even touching yourself hadn't. It was like your sensitivity was in overdrive, every ounce of contact you had with him had you melting. Not to mention, his fingers were massive, the two of them alone being longer than the average dick.

As he pushed them deeper, you could feel yourself squeezing the digits, especially when he had driven them in to the third knuckle. You almost couldn’t control yourself, your shaking hips grinding back and forth on his fingers.

“Move them, move them, please. Please.” You begged, starting to feel irritated like there was an itch that he just wasn’t reaching—an itch that desperately needed the satisfaction of being scratched.

Weak to your pleas, Eren was quick to retract and thrust them back into you, using the thumb of his other hand to massage your clit while he did. You whimpered into your arms, rocking with the motion of his hand to force his fingers as deep as they could go.

“So desperate—so wet too. Is this really all because of me?” He asked, making your embarrassment grow tenfold. Despite the intention of his remark being teasing, he ended up sounding unsure, almost in disbelief that he had managed to make you so worked up. Even when you nodded in response, he still wasn’t quite sure.

“All this, because you saw me naked? Even with a soft dick?”

You nodded again, whining when he stopped moving his fingers to focus on standing up and leaning over you.

“Well, would you like to see what it looks like when it’s hard?”

You almost bashed your head into his chin with the way you stood up so fast. He chuckled at your eagerness, pulling his fingers out of you and giving you room to turn around and see him.

When you did, your mouth fell open, and you could feel yourself throb again. The need was almost starting to hurt, your entire body begging for you to let him rearrange your guts. Such a thing would be an easy task for him as well, with his cock being almost as big as a ruler. There was no way you would be able to fit it inside of you when the time came, surely—but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see how much of it you could take.

From the thick tuft of hair right above the base of it, the slightly curved shaft seemed mostly even, only a few veins protruding and the girth only increasing slightly around the head. The tip was pink and leaking precum, pleading for a pretty pussy to penetrate and fill—your pussy to be more specific.

With a shaky breath, you reached out—only to be stopped by a hand gripping your wrist. When you looked up to Eren to see what was wrong, you were met with his beet-red face, his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched. Despite looking angry, he wasn’t—just struggling to hold everything in. He needed you desperately, and it felt like if he didn’t have you soon he was going to explode. But he didn’t want to do it out in the lake—he wanted your first time together to be at home in his bed, which is why this situation was so difficult.

“We need to go home. Now.” He said, sounding urgent and demanding. He knew if he didn’t get home with you soon, he’d end up losing it and fucking you against the ledge, which he’d definitely regret after. Before you could question how you’d get home while he was sporting a hard-on, he was already picking you up and making his way to shore. Instead of putting his clothes back on after shaking the extra water off of himself, he picked up the pile and held it over his crotch, positioning it so that he was holding the clothes with one arm and you with the other. You didn’t even get a chance to complain about how overly exposed you were, or how you didn’t want anyone to see you nude, because he was already rushing back home, leaving you to pray that nobody was outside tonight.

With no interruptions, you arrived back at his cabin quickly, getting dropped onto the bed almost immediately after he reached it. The clothes were discarded to the side, freeing his hands and allowing him to pull you to the edge of the bed and position you the same way you were at the lake—bent over the side of it with your knees on the floor.

He got on his knees behind you, grabbing your hips and sliding his cock in between your legs. You shivered at the contact it made with you, the base of it pressing against your pussy and the length going over halfway up your stomach. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling where the tip of his cock was against your stomach and letting out a breathy sigh.

“Shit, that’s gonna go deep, huh…” He dragged his fingers up through the middle of your chest, and then straight back down again. He moved his hand under his shaft, reaching your clit and beginning to rub it up and down with his middle and index fingers.

“Do you think you can take it?” He asked, “I don’t want to end up hurting you.”

“Yes, Yes I can take it, Eren. Please, give it to me, please.” You pushed your hips into him, trying to move them closer to his fingers and cock, desperate for any kind of stimulation he had to offer. He hadn’t given you enough, and you just kept wanting more. You needed to be filled, fucked—something—or you might end up going feral.

When he pulled his hand and cock away, you prepared yourself to feel the tip of it push against your opening—but instead, you were met with his tongue again. This time, he had turned on his back and moved underneath you with his head on the bed, right below your cunt, allowing him easier access to your clit. As much as you wanted something inside of you, being able to grind your pussy against his face was enough for now, if that’s what he was willing to give. He lapped at it, flicking the swollen bud over and over with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it to suck.

You buried your face into the sheets, embarrassed by how many lewd noises came from your throat. His arms found their way around your legs, one grabbing your ass, and the other—the one with his two cut claws—moved to finger you again.

Your cunt was covered in his spit at this point, mixed with your slick and helping to lubricate your pussy for what was to come later. The ache inside of you grew larger, even as he ate you out and made you see stars. You needed something bigger, you needed all of him. Every inch you could take.

“Want more, ‘ren. Please.” You begged with a shaky voice, tears cascading down your cheeks. His fingers weren’t enough anymore, and you were desperate.

He pulled his fingers out of you and moved from underneath you, turning himself upright and getting back onto his knees behind you. As much as he wanted to give in to what you wanted, he was still so afraid of hurting you. You were so tiny next to him, there was no way he wouldn’t tear your insides trying to put himself in.

“Promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much?” He grabbed your hips, trying to hold you still while he slid the tip of his cock up and down your soaking cunt.

“Yes, Eren, I promise! Please! Please, please!” You tried to push yourself back onto him, not realizing you were only preventing him from penetrating you.

“Then hold still. I can’t get it in when you squirm like that.” Eren grimaced with frustration, eventually pushing your upper body down into the bed so that you wouldn’t move as much. He finally managed to slip the tip in, giving him time to reposition his hands on your waist for better leverage, “I’m putting in as much as I can. Ok?”

You nodded, taking in a large breath and preparing yourself for what his cock might feel like inside of you.

Carefully, the head breached your opening, his length slowly beginning to fill you up. As it did, both you and Eren melted into each other, your back arching so you could take more of him in while he began to lean over you, his chest resting against your back, allowing you to feel every pant from him.

He was stretching you out, stuffing every inch of himself into you. Barely more than halfway in, and he was already close to touching your cervix. You were crying, begging for more, begging for him to give you more and more. He could barely hold himself up, the warmth of your tight cunt being almost too much for him to handle. How pathetic, to think that he was so close to cumming, and yet hadn’t even gotten one thrust in.

Using one arm propped up on his elbow for stability, he slid his other hand across your body and underneath you, gliding it across your chest and all the way to your lower stomach. He pressed down gently, pushing himself more and more until he could feel a bump form against his fingers.

“So deep, isn’t it?” His words came out in pants, sending a shiver up your spine and making you squeeze around his cock. After letting out a choked moan, he managed to push himself up again, pressing his length the rest of the way in until it reached the hilt.

“I'm gonna fuck you pregnant. Gonna put some babies in you so everyone knows that you’re mine.” He placed his hands on your waist, sliding his hands up to your shoulder blades, feeling around them, then dragging his nails back down to your hips. Thin lines were left in place of where he had just scratched you, and instead of the usual whimper in response, it made you shudder and cry for more.

His remaining claws dug into your skin, not deep enough to hurt or draw blood, but enough to keep a good grip on you. He pressed his hips into your ass again, forcing you against the bed before he pulled out halfway and fucked into you again.

Immediately, he picked up the pace and continued rutting into you, forcing the bed to bounce with his actions. You squealed and whimpered, your mind growing numb and dizzy as he continued.

It felt amazing, like all of your sensitive spots were being touched. The itch was finally being scratched. He filled you up perfectly, his cock reaching all of the right places—you wanted to sob from how overwhelming it was. It was perfect.

“Hah—Eren! Please! Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” You repeated the word over and over like it was the only thing you knew, begging for him, pleading for him to keep giving you what you needed, to keep taking care of you like he said he would.

“Please what, hm? Please—pant—what? Tell me what, tell me what you want.”

“Cum in me! I—I want—I wanna be full! I wanna be full of you…”

“You do, hm? You want me to—want me to fuck you full?”

“YES! Yes! Please!” That seemed like the best thing in the world right now.

“You better be certain than, cause once I start I—I won’t be able to pull out.” His grip on your hips tightened, and he could feel a knot begin to form at the base of his cock as his thrusts grew uneven.

“Yes, Eren—I need it, I need it!” You started to move your hips with his, helping him hit even harder than before.

“Alright baby, alright.” He groaned out the last word, feeling dangerously close to tipping over the edge. With your pussy clenching him so tightly, he wasn’t going to last long—but he wanted you to cum first. Wrapping his arm around you, he moved his hand down to your cunt, pressing two fingers to the bundle of nerves and moving them.

The slow circles on your clit combined with his hard, cervix-kissing thrusts were enough to begin your release, your pussy convulsing around him while you lost control of your sounds. Your entire body twitched and jolted as you came, an assortment of moans, cries, and pants spilling from your throat.

“You coming? You coming?”

You nodded.

“Yeah? Good. Good, good girl.” He slapped your ass, likely leaving a bruise before he leaned over you, holding himself up by his elbows and putting all of his energy into fucking you. You could see his arms on either side of your head, the muscles flexing as he moved quickly.

“I’m gonna cum—fuck, fuck, you better fucking take it all.” He pushed himself as deep into you as he could, getting in three more hard thrusts before he bottomed out for the final time, his knot getting stuck inside of you while he unraveled. Not being able to pull out this time, he continued to rut and grind his hips against yours to keep the stimulation going, milking as much of his seed out as he could while mumbling for you to take it all—which you did.

With his body leaned over you—almost laying on you—and his head next to yours, he buried his face into your neck, getting a big whiff of your scent before chomping down on your shoulder, right next to the mark he’d left before. It made you whimper, feeling his teeth dig into you just like they had before, but this time it was a nicer feeling of pain—one that was more soft and clouded by lust instead of pure discomfort.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest before he relaxed on top of you, sending both of you into the bed. His mumbles stopped soon, and his hips stilled against yours when he was finally done emptying into you. After a minute of relaxing in the sweaty, sticky pile containing you and Eren, you began to squirm, growing tired of being crushed by the heavy werewolf. With his knot still stuck inside of you, he chose to roll over instead, turning you to face him and leaving you on top of him—it was still a little uncomfortable, but at least you weren't as hot as you were with him on top of you.

As you sat on him, his length began to grow, the feeling of the tip pressing against your cervix becoming increasingly less pleasing and more and more painful.

“Eren? Are you—“ you paused, shifting around awkwardly while trying to pull him out of you, finding it nearly impossible with the way he was swollen inside of you, “Are you going to pull out?”

He moved his hands over your thighs, carefully brushing your bandaged wounds, “I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop, didn’t I?”

A nervous laugh was all he could muster, trying desperately to keep you from becoming uncomfortable now that your heat was beginning to wear off.

“Oh. So you meant—you were being serious when you said…” You trailed off, looking down to where your bodies met.

“Yea, I was. It should go away soon, though! Don’t worry—we can get some food after and rest a little before your heat starts up again.” His hands moved to your waist, tracing his hands up and down your hips.

Your brows furrowed together with confusion, “My—My what? Again?”

“Well… shit, it’s a little complicated, but—since I bit you, and since we’re…well, mated,” he stopped his awkward ramble for a second, trying to think up a good way to explain the mess that was a werewolf’s heat, “you’re going to start getting affected by more… werewolf things. You won’t look like one, obviously, but some of your hormones are going to be like ones.”

Cocking your head, you leaned your head forward slightly, trying to give him a cue to continue.

“My dad told me about it when I told him I had my heart set on you as my mate…” His cheeks burned red, and his eyes drifted off to the side, “My mom was a human. Is—she still is, I mean. That’s how I know so much about this.”

Sensing him beginning to drift into another topic, you asked again, “Eren, what was the thing about hormones and heat?”

“Right, right, sorry. Basically, werewolves go through heat cycles in the spring, and a bunch of things can trigger it. Usually, when it starts, it can be really hard to stop it. The only way you can is by mating—and even then, the relief is only temporary. The only way you can really stop it is—well…”

“Is what?”

“Getting pregnant, usually. Unless you want to wait for it to pass, which can be really painful, I've heard.”

This time, after his explanation, you stayed quiet, looking down at his chest and trying to process what you just learned. He had essentially given you two options: Get pregnant or wait for the agonizing cycle to complete.

Noticing your discomfort, Eren cupped your cheek and tilted your head up so that you would look at him, “My mom says that it got a lot better after she had me, though, so maybe it’ll be the same for you.”

His attempt to comfort you backfired, ending with tears on your end, crying about not wanting it, and him sitting up to hold you as you crumbled. By now, the swelling that had locked you together died down, allowing him to pull himself out of you. A slew of semen spilled out of you and onto his lap as you did, making you feel like a disgusting and sticky mess.

“Don’t cry, please… It’s going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. Please, please… No more tears.” He held your face, pushing his forehead against yours while he wiped your tears. “We can eat and then rest, right? We’ll rest as long as you need to.”

After pushing your head into his shoulder, he fell back on the bed, holding you close while he pet your back and head. You were quick to calm, his body wrapped around yours providing a sort of comfort that was still new to you—a feeling of peace and home. It was hard to cry with that warm feeling in your chest.

A few minutes of silence passed with Eren petting and holding you, allowing you enough time to relax so that you weren’t crying anymore, even when he got up to grab your clothes and a rag to clean you. When he returned to your side, he slipped his arm underneath your back to hold you up, handing you his shirt and telling you to put it on while he cleaned up the excess cum that covered your thighs. You did as told, changing into the clean shirt and watching him throw the rag into the heap of dirty clothes that he dropped on the floor earlier. As you stared at the pile, you realized that this would be your fourth time changing shirts today—and his third.

“You change clothes a lot, you know.” You commented, pointing to where all of his previously worn shirts lay.

Eren looked from the clothes to you, chuckling a little while he put on—what would hopefully be—his final change of clothes for the day, “Heh, only today. Normally I only change after bathing or if my shirt gets ripped, today was just special!”

Tilting your head to the side, you questioned him, “Special? How?”

“Because today’s my first day being with you since we were kids.” He responded with a small smile, sitting back on the bed and pulling you into his side. Your cheeks burned, and you pushed against him gently.

“Is it really that special?”

“Of course it is. I’ve missed you for years, why wouldn’t it be special? You're finally mine.”

Your face felt even hotter, but not like it did during your heat.

“Stop it, Eren… Just go make me food like you said you would. I’m getting hungry.” You pouted, crossing your arms and trying to hide your fluster.

“Aw, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” He got up, kissing your head and ruffling your hair before going to grab things out of the many jars and boxes he had, plating it all and heading for the door, “I’ll be outside by the fire pit; call if you need me.”

You nodded and watched him leave, barely even realizing that he was trusting you enough to be alone with the door unlocked. Escaping came as a secondary thought, and you didn’t bother to question it. You were too distracted by the comfort—the comfort of Eren, his presence, and his smell. It was overpowering any sort of negative feeling you had before.

With a sigh, you buried yourself into the blankets and sheets on the bed, relaxing into the softness of it. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay like this for a while, drowning in the solace that you had here. You could always escape later, so why not enjoy this feeling while you had it.

Just as you were about to shut your eyes and let yourself drift to sleep, a loud bark echoed from outside of the cabin. You sat up, listening for a moment to determine if the noise was a one-off occurrence or if something was happening outside. You heard the pitter-patter of a few raindrops hit the roof, but nothing else. After a minute passed with nothing else, you just assumed that maybe Eren had been startled, or maybe he got overly excited and barked at something—but all of those ideas went down the drain when you heard it again. This time, it was louder, and much more aggressive-sounding than before. And then, there was another bark—one from someone different.

Worried, you got up and hurried to the door, your thighs thankfully not aching as much as before—well, the injuries on the outsides of your thighs that is. You pushed against it in a rush, swinging it wide open to see what was going on and if Eren was in danger.

The already wet dirt was beginning to flood as the second rain of the day poured down, turning into mud that caked Eren and another werewolf as they wrestled and fought on the ground. The food that Eren had previously gathered for you was scattered across the dirt, some of it crushed underneath the two fighting werewolves.

Eren was covered in dirt and blood, both his own and his opponents. Gashes, scratches, and bite marks covered his body, telling you how viscous this fight was—for it to wound him so badly in just a few minutes.

You watched as they tackled each other, tearing at each other’s skin and gnawing at the other’s limbs. Although you wanted to scream, to run and throw yourself in between them to stop the fight, doing such a thing would only lead to your demise—so all you could do was watch as they mauled each other. Eventually, the stranger was pinned to the ground, being able to do nothing but kick and bark while Eren continued to attack him.

Unable to handle watching the battle anymore, you screamed for Eren, waiting for him to look at you before you went inside, slamming the door shut and leaning all of your weight against it. You began to cry, praying that Eren would be able to get away from whoever was out there fighting him. The numerous questions you had about why he was fighting could come later, right now you only wanted him to be safe.

Something rapped against the door, startling you away from it. You scurried back to the bed on all fours, hiding underneath the blankets while staring daggers at the door, hoping that the next person to come through it would be someone familiar to you. As it swung open, the wood bashed against the wall forcefully, making the house shake. You let out a cry, squeezing your eyes shut and praying that when you opened them, Eren would be the one there.

The door was shut, and you listened to the sound of footsteps approaching you carefully. A large hand was placed on your back, and before you could react with a scream or shout—he spoke.

“It’s ok. It’s me, bunny.”

Your eyes shot open, and you launched yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He flinched as your arms touched his wounds but still wrapped his arms around you, petting your head as you held onto him.

You pushed him away, eyes scanning over his body while you made note of every injury and bruise he had.

“You're bleeding, Eren…”

“I know, I know. Help me get bandaged up… please.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke to you, making his weakened state even more obvious. He pointed to a box that sat on a wooden shelf against the wall opposite to you, “They’re in there. Please get them for me.”

Nodding, you were quick to stand and rush to the shelf, opening the box and digging out a roll of bandages along with a few other first-aid supplies, such as a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag to clean him off. He sat on the bed, hunched over and panting while tugging off his ruined clothes and throwing them into the trash with everything else that had been tarnished that day.

“So much for that being my last change of clothes.” He joked, trying to lighten the heavy mood before he pointed to a large vase in the corner, “There’s some water in there. You can dip the rag in it to get it wet.”

You walked over to it, taking off the ceramic lid and placing it aside, dunking the cloth into the water inside of it. You rang it out after, flinging it over your shoulder and walking back to where Eren sat. He lifted his head, sitting up straight when you arrived at his side. When you began cleaning him, he couldn’t help the small sigh that left his mouth, the washcloth pressing against his skin and scrapping off the drying mud and blood was already making him feel better—especially because you were the one doing it.

“Thank you.” He brushed a hand over your cheek, catching your attention and stopping you from your task for a moment. His thumb grazed over the curve of your cheek while he admired you, a glimpse of relief and sadness in his eyes. You were more important to him than you would ever even begin to realize, and the fact that he could have been so close to losing you during that fight had cemented that fact—making him feel even more possessive over you than before, a strong desire to keep you safe with him overpowering any rational thought.

You nodded at him, continuing to clean his wounds with the wet rag. After you had wiped down as much as you could, you folded the rag in half and doused it in the rubbing alcohol, going over all of his wounds again to clean them. Eren clenched his jaw, hissing at the stinging feeling that followed.

Working quickly, you managed to finish in less than a minute, allowing you to move on to bandaging him. He lifted his arms, giving you room to wrap the bandage around and pull it tight against him.

This process took longer, wrapping each limb individually in a way that still allowed him to move was a lot more time-consuming than just running a soaked cloth over everything. You moved in front of him, continuing to cover his wounds while he watched you. It was almost eerie, having him watch your every move so carefully, not being able to tell what he was thinking.

As you finished wrapping the last of his injury, he moved one of his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, letting you finish tying off the bandage before he rested his head on your shoulder. You did the same, resting on his and snuggling into him. He smiled, holding you against him securely and relaxing with the comfort of you in his arms.

Moving a hand up to your open shoulder, he began to trace over the bite mark in the crook of your neck. He smiled to himself, the proof of you being his mate putting a warm feeling in his chest. His mark had worked to bind the two of you, but whether you had figured that out yet or not, he didn’t know. He wanted to tell you.

“You know, you seem a lot calmer with me than you did before.” He began, deciding that the best way to bring it up was subtly so that you wouldn’t freak out.

“I guess I have.” You replied, tracing your finger over his shoulder blade, “Haven’t really thought about it that much.”

“Ah, I see.” There was a pause while he thought, deciding what he should say next, “Do you remember earlier—when I was talking about how your hormones are going to change and stuff?”

“Yea, I remember.”

“Well, it affects more than just your sex hormones, you know.” As he finished speaking, he braced himself for your response.

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.” You shrugged it off, trying to ignore the fact that he now had a large influence over your emotions, whether you wanted him to or not. You could come to terms with it later, but for now, it was easier to just ignore.

Your answer was unexpected to Eren, but he didn’t want to push it any further, deciding to just leave it be for your sake. After that, he allowed you to steer where the conversation went, and if it continued at all.

“Does the fight you got into have anything to do with hormones, Eren?” You asked him, trying to get back onto the topic of the fight so you could figure out what caused it. When he let out a sigh in response, you began to regret asking—thinking you’d upset him. Feeling you tense up in his lap, he placed his hand on your back and massaged up and down your spine, reassuring you that things were ok.

“I guess that’s part of it,” He began, wrapping his arms around you again and holding you even tighter than before, “That other guy… He’s always been really pissy over other people having mates because he could never get one. He’s always starting fights over it, trying to ‘win’ the other person’s mate so that he could have one too. I didn’t expect him to be out there, and I thought I would be able to ignore him, but… he could smell your heat on me and it made him really aggravated. He kept saying these… disgusting things about you, and joking about how he’d take you from me when I wasn’t looking so I just—I snapped.”

With his face shoved into your neck, you could feel his tears soaking into your skin. You moved your hand to his head, digging your fingers into his scalp and massaging gently, trying to comfort him. You heard a whimper from him, followed by a few hiccups as he started to cry.

“I’ve waited so long to have you. I can’t handle the thought of losing you—I just—I just got you. You’re mine. You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else to have you.” He nuzzled into you more, trying to force himself as close to you as he could get, “You’re mine. Mine.”

His hands pressed against your back, nails beginning to dig into you while he mumbled possessive things. You began to squirm, growing uneasy with how close he was to making you bleed again—but he stopped, pulling his head away from your throat and sliding his hands from your back to your front, moving them up to cup your face.

With all of your attention on him, making sure to use the softest voice he could muster while tears flooded his eyes—he asked you, “Promise me that you’ll never leave me. Promise you’ll always be mine.”

He looked desperate for a response, but reluctant to answer, you gawked at him. As the seconds passed, he grew more distressed with your hesitance, growing visibly more upset the longer your reply took. As much as you wanted to, his sad puppy-dog eyes and the fear for your safety made it difficult to deny him—so you didn’t. You gave in.

“I promise.”

Relief flooded his face when you said that, the tears finally leaving his eyes and a small smile coming to his lips. He pulled your face against his, pressing your lips together and kissing you with everything he had. You didn’t fight it, your hands previously in his hair falling to his shoulders. You relaxed into each other, both of you leaning into the kiss. Eren ran his hands back to your shoulders, down to your arms, and up to your wrists, grabbing them and moving them to his face.

When you caught on and held his face, he let go of you and moved his hands down to your thighs, rubbing them gently before sliding them to your back again. With one arm holding you against him, he rolled over and pressed his body against yours, continuing to kiss you while you were pinned underneath him.

He caressed your face, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss further and get an angle that allowed him to get even closer. His thumb rubbed against the curve of your cheek, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside; you were so comfortable in his arms.

When he pulled away, it was only for a second to breathe, and then his mouth was back on yours, holding you there for as long as he could. A few more minutes of him repeating the process, and you began to feel him becoming wound up. The more he kissed you, the more he pushed against you—and the more he pushed against you, the more desperately he seemed to cling to you.

The kisses began to grow shorter, but so did the pauses between them, allowing him to kiss you over and over as his body pressed against yours. His tail was wagging back and forth, increasing in speed the more he relaxed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your fingers into his hair again and scratching behind his furry ears. Feeling nothing but pure bliss, he let out a satisfied moan and practically melted on top of you, the burden of holding up his body weight falling to you.

His mouth continued to press kisses on your cheek, trailing slowly to your jaw. Your body tensed as he kissed down even further, reaching your neck and pausing his journey to give some more attention to it. He laid a few pecks here and there, scattering light kisses across your throat before finally deciding on a spot to ravage. First, his sharp teeth grazed over the spot, tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps all over. With his lips puckered, he latched onto you, harshly sucking at your skin and leaving a deep bruise. When he was satisfied with what he’d left, he abandoned it to join the rest of the marks on your neck, moving on to kiss your collarbone.

He moved off of you, maneuvering himself around until he managed to get into a position in between your legs. With his hands now free, he was quick to cup your face, giving you a peck on the lips before speaking, “Please—let me make you mine. More than you already are. Please, let me take all of you.”

His hands slid down your neck, moving to fondle your chest through your shirt, “I’ll let you have me too. I’ll let you have anything you want. Just—Please. It’s all I want. You’re all I want.”

You could feel your face heat up, tears welling up at the idea of what being his could mean. Every sensical thought you had was being pushed away, your instincts—poisoned by his bite and clouded by your returning heat—inclining you to give yourself to him. In any other situation, you would say no. In any other situation, you would have already escaped and run away, giving no second thought to the werewolf that kidnapped you. In any situation where he hadn’t already bitten you, you wouldn’t think twice about rejecting him—but that wasn’t this.

You only had one answer to give, lifting your hand up to his face and holding it delicately, “You can have me, Eren.”

With your consent given, he smiled and his tail began to smack against the bed over and over, showing how excited he was. A little rougher than before, he was already groping and squeezing your breasts, growing eager to take you again. His crotch was pressed against yours, allowing you to feel the way his length grew as he touched you, struggling to become fully erect in the tight confines of his underwear.

Your body already felt hot again, a feeling similar to what Eren called your “heat” before. It grew more intense with each second, every touch or grind against you sending a strong wave of euphoria through your body.

“I’ll take such good care of you, bunny.” He said, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. He threw it to the side—planning to come back for it later when you were done—and grabbed onto your chest again, pawing at your tits and rolling his thumbs over your hardening nipples. He grew rougher, grinding his hips into yours and moving one hand away from your chest, allowing him access to kiss your now unoccupied boob.

Eagerly, he popped the nipple into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue, moving it around and flicking it. Already sensitive enough to his advances, shivers went across your body, and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, whimpering as the warmth began to pool in between your legs.

He sucked on it, gently pulling on and rubbing the other nipple with his fingers. You whined quietly, back arching so that your chest would push further into him, your brain so high on dopamine that all you could think about was the pleasure you were receiving. There was no way to take things slow when you were this excited.

“Eren—Eren, I want—want more.” You begged, your body starting to shake with need.

Eren pulled away from your nipple, but only for a second so that he could speak, “Now now, you have to be patient. I want to keep touching you. I said I want to take all of you, so I intend to touch all of you too.”

With a few more whimpers and squirms, you gave up on asking for more than suckling, because that was all he seemed to be focused on at the moment. He finally pulled back from your tit with a ‘pop’, eyeing the spit-covered and swollen nipple before beginning to kiss down your stomach, sliding both of his hands down to your thighs to spread them apart. The heat from your cunt could be felt on his chin as he reached your clit, his eyes never leaving yours as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it and reveling in the whines and cries that left your mouth. He held your waist, his arms underneath your legs and hands on the curve of your hips, slowly rubbing up and down and thumbs massaging them leisurely.

You could see his tail swaying, a clear sign that he was enjoying his time between your legs. A small giggle interrupted your whimpers while you moved your hand, threading your fingers through his hair and petting him. He raised an eyebrow at you, pulling his mouth away for a moment before switching to using his tongue, lapping and flicking the bud.

Your body jolted, the grip you had on his hair tightening, “Eren!”

He didn’t stop, the licks going from just on your clit to the entire slit; his tongue dragging up your cunt to taste how wet you were. It turned you into putty in his hands, and it took everything inside of you to not squeeze his head with your thighs and suffocate him with your pussy.

His grip on your waist grew, allowing him to pull you closer to his face and push his tongue into you. One of his hands moved to your groin, his thumb pushing against your clit and rubbing it up and down. The stimulation made you twice as sensitive, his tongue buried inside of you making you feel like you were drowning in bliss.

“It feels good, Eren. It feels so good.” You cried, grasping his head with both of your hands. He nodded, trying to rub his thumb even faster to milk more cute noises out of you. Your legs began to shake, your back arching as you absentmindedly ground your hips against him. You were getting close, you could feel it. The feeling pooling in your core was familiar—you were getting close.

“Eren—Eren, I’m going to—”

You couldn’t finish your sentence, being interrupted by Eren pulling away and sitting up, “No, you aren’t.”

Taking advantage of the temporary space between you, he ripped off his underwear and crawled back to you, situating himself in between your legs again with his cock sitting in between your thighs, “You’re not going to cum until I’m fucking you so deep that you can feel it in your stomach, got it?”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from being denied your orgasm, but you tried to ignore it. The sooner you could get him inside of you the better, and if you started crying that would undoubtedly get in the way.

“Yes—yes, sir.” You nodded fiercely, wriggling your hips and trying to turn yourself over, just assuming that his preferred position was doggy style because that’s the position you were in before. To your surprise, he stopped you—a hand on your waist pushing you down so that you couldn’t move.

“Don’t move. I want to see your pretty face this time.”

Your face grew even hotter than it already was, feeling flustered at his compliment. When you nodded, he smiled at you, cupping your cheek again and leaning down to kiss you. He was trying so hard to be gentle, especially knowing that he struggled to be most of the time. You smiled back at him, putting your hand over his and lacing your fingers with his.

He kissed you again, again, and again, finally moving back and sitting up all the way, letting go of your hand. This time, he focused on getting inside of you, grabbing his length and moving it back to your pussy. It was a small struggle to get the tip lined up with your opening, but when he did, he pushed it in hastily. He ended up forcing more in than just the tip like he intended—another example of how rough he was without meaning to be—but you didn’t seem to mind, your head thrown back with your eyes squeezed shut, letting out an abundant amount of moans and whimpers into the palm of your hand.

You watched as he continued pushing into you, barely giving you any time to adjust. With how wet you were, it went in easily, allowing you to watch a bulge form in your lower stomach in real-time. For a moment, you thought you would pass out with him so deep inside of you, already so close to touching your cervix—but you managed to stay awake through heavy panting, allowing him to keep pushing deeper and deeper.

What really sent you over the edge, though, spiraling into a mess of high-pitched whimpers, was when he pressed his palm against the bulge, stroking your pelvis and groaning at the feeling of his cock so deep inside of you. You managed to wrap your legs around him, locking him in place and pushing him closer to you—eliciting a long, drawn-out moan while you squeezed him so tightly that he thought he was going to cum right then. He struggled to pull himself out, wanting to stay buried in your warm pussy—but if he didn’t, he might finish a lot sooner than he intended to. As he did, making sure he left only the head inside, you let out a loud whine, begging for him to put it back in.

With little warning, he thrust his hips into yours, pushing everything back inside of you swiftly. After that first thrust, he began to move more steadily, keeping his hand pressed to your lower abdomen to feel himself fucking into you. Your slew of moans every time he buried himself back to the hilt were like music to his ears, urging him to go faster—to fuck you until you were a crying, shaking mess, begging for him to pull out because you couldn’t take anymore.

“Feel good?” He asked.

Your response came out as a whine.

“Use your words, bunny.”

“Yes—Yes, feels so good Eren!” You gasped, feeling your entire body shake as his cock stretched you out over and over.

He moved his hands, grabbing your waist and lifting it up with little effort—allowing him to get even deeper with the new angle. You grabbed onto the blankets underneath you, crying out his name and trying to move your body in sync with his, making your tits bounce as he picked up the pace. He managed to hook his hand underneath you, allowing him to continue holding you up while he used his other hand to rub your clit, sending a wave crashing over you as he repeatedly hit your cervix. The pain felt good—so good that you felt like you were going to melt as an orgasm ripped through your body, making you cry out for Eren while your legs spasmed.

You weren’t given a chance to rest, Eren instead dropped you and leaned over your body, putting his face close to yours as he continued to pound into you. He licked the tears that fell from your eyes, grabbing one of your hands and pinning it next to your head with your fingers intertwined together.

“You’re so fucking pretty. So so pretty—and you’re all mine,” he leaned into you, groaning as he ignored how sore his legs felt in favor of fucking you faster, as fast as he could manage. You were forced to ride through your orgasm, being pushed to another one quickly with how tender you were now. You felt so full, like you were packed to the brim with his dick—everything felt so warm and satisfying.

When you finally managed to open your eyes, you were met with Eren’s half-lidded, piercing green ones. Both of you were panting, sweaty, and sticky messes, but that didn’t stop you. You wanted more—and you both got it. Eren’s face was red, and you could tell that he was getting close—his thrusts were growing sloppier, more uneven—and you felt a knot forming at the base of his cock, just like you had the first time. You begged him to put it in you, spreading your legs as wide as you could without feeling like your tendons would tear, making it easier for him to hit just hard enough that the bump could slip into you too.

With only a few more thrusts, his hips finally stuttered and snapped into yours one last time before his orgasm, his cock pulsating inside of you as he emptied his cum into you.

Before he could stop himself, he was already stuttering out, “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me who owns you. Who do you belong to,” his judgment clouded by his arousal.

“You, Eren! You, I belong to you!” You cried in response, your brain too filled with pleasure and longing to comprehend what you were actually saying.

He kept his hips grinding against yours, forcing himself to bear the overstimulation in favor of pushing you through the final release that you were begging for. Despite not being able to get any deeper than he was now, he continued to push, driving the head of his dick into your cervix again and again until your legs were shaking, wrapped tightly around his waist and holding him in place while you went through your climax.

After it was all over, he laid on you, head buried into your neck while you both panted and gasped, desperate for rest after expending so much energy. You used your free hand to lace your fingers in his hair, combing through it and comforting him after the taxing activity. His nose nuzzled against your neck, his breath tickling your throat and making you let out a small giggle—which made you smile.

As your heats faded, he was able to pull himself out but stayed on top of you, cuddling into you and holding you tight. You pet his head, shutting your eyes and relaxing under him, welcoming the comforting heat he emitted.

A couple of minutes passed, allowing both of you to catch your breath and unwind—and while doing so, the sticky mess in between your legs became more and more noticeable, but you were trying to ignore it in favor of staying cuddled up to him. Eren, however, had other plans; assuming that the abundance of cum spilled all over your thighs was uncomfortable for you, he got up to get something to clean you off with—much to your dismay.

You whined for him to come back, but he blew you off with a chuckle and continued to search for a rag. He moved quickly, not wanting to make you wait any longer than you had to—wetting the rag, ringing it out, and returning to you in seconds. After wiping your legs down and chucking the cloth with all the other dirty clothes, he jumped back into bed and pulled you into him. You nestled against his chest, content with your position until you felt a hand on your stomach, stroking it up and down as gently as he could.

“Do you think it worked?” Eren asked, sliding his hand over your tummy in slow circles.

Biting your lip, you put your hand over his and responded with hesitance, “I forgot about that.”

You leaned into him more, shutting your eyes and letting a few tears slip down your cheeks. It was so easy to forget the reason you were here when you were intimate with him, and now it was biting you in the ass. There was very little chance that you would be able to make it out now, especially if you did end up pregnant. Even if you did, god knows what lengths he would go to to find you again. You were stuck.

Eren noticed your tears and immediately jumped into action, wrapping his arms around you and petting your head. He cooed sweet words and meaningless reassurances, managing to calm you with little effort.

You wanted to hate him. You really did—but physically, you just couldn’t. All because of a stupid bite mark. At least, that’s what he says is the cause.

It hurt. It truly hurt, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You were stuck; like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf—you were helpless. You would never see your family or friends again—at least not anytime soon. All you could do was learn to accept it, or at least pretend to.

So that's what you did, curling up into Eren and wrapping your arms around him as he covered you both with a blanket, squeezing your eyes shut while you tried to sleep. He held you there, relaxing with your presence.

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you too, Eren.”

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Pairing: Toyger!Mark x fem!reader Genre: fluff, very minor angst, hybrid au Rating: PG Warnings: breakups, language, brief Markhyuck, mentions of anxiety, kissing, mentions of feeling inferior/judged, vague allusions to sex Word Count: 7,740 Summary: You’ve worked alongside Mark almost your entire career. You stay by his side when you learn about his somewhat awkward breakup. The closer you get, the more you realize that you enjoy his company. Maybe you want to stay by his side longer than you thought.

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Mark was minding his business, getting ready to head into his office for the day. Nothing seemed out of place other than the fact that Donghyuck was already out of bed and making himself breakfast. His boyfriend never got up this early if he could help it. Still, he didn’t pay it any mind as he went about his usual morning routine. Donghyuck’s scent was slightly off and smokier than his familiar campfire smell, but Mark still paid it no mind. As he moved around the apartment, he didn’t bother asking his boyfriend if anything was wrong. More likely than not, it was because he got mad at the game he was playing during his stream the night before.

It isn’t until he comes back to the kitchen table, where the younger was angrily munching on his cereal, that things explode. Mark had simply leaned down to kiss the tip of the Shiba’s ear. Donghyuck jerked in the opposite direction. He glared at his boyfriend before standing up and moving a chair away. This time though, Mark doesn’t shrug it off. Instead, he moves over to the chair his boyfriend had moved to. Again, he tried to kiss the tip of his furry ear, and the younger jerked away.

“Baby pup, what’s wrong? Was your stream really that rough last night?” the kitty hybrid asks naïvely.

“Fuck you.” the Shiba grumbles, not adding much else to the conversation.

“I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what’s wrong, Hyuck. Can you communicate so I don’t leave you here all angry?”

“There’s nothing you can fucking do!” the younger screams out, “You’re always fucking working, and I can’t remember the last time we had a proper date and-” he breaks down in tears on the spot.

“Pup,” Mark sighs, taking the slightly smaller puppy hybrid in his arms, “I thought we were on the same page with everything. We’ve been dating since I started this career. I thought you understood that I’d be working weird hours. My creative flow for writing doesn’t have a set schedule. I’m sure I annoy the hell out of my illustrator for making her wake up and come into the office at 2 am at least once a week.” he says, trying to lighten the mood while running his hand up and down the Shiba hybrid’s spine (who still has yet to stop crying), “I’m sorry I hurt you Hyuckie, that wasn’t my intention at all. Maybe-” he interrupts himself with a sigh, “maybe this isn’t going to work out.”

Hyuck’s already agitated smokey smell got more intense, “What did you just fucking say? Know what fuck you, Mark Lee! Fuck you and your stupid fucking job!” he forces himself out of the kitty’s grasp and storms off to his gaming room, slamming the door behind him.

Mark can’t do anything to fix it anymore, he said something he can’t take back, and now he’s suddenly single. As much as he would love to fix things between them, he also knows that he’s already running late for work as it is. He knew you would kill him when he stepped foot in the office too. If he asked if you could be there at 8 am sharp, he should be there by at least 7:30. Collecting the last of what he needed. He left the apartment despite the notably furious Donghyuck on the other side of the shared home.

“Hey, it’s about time you showed up!” you call without looking up, hearing Mark enter the small work studio, “Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb are sitting in our kitchen right now. Don’t ask me why neither of them are-” you stop rambling when a very frisky Bengal kitty stomps into the room.

“I know for a fact you did not just refer to my absolutely fabulous boyfriend and myself as those blubbering idiots from Alice in Wonderland. If anything, we’re Romeo and Juliet… wait, no, they both end up dead… maybe-”

“Down, kitty,” Johnny says, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, “you’re going to hurt yourself thinking about a good duo for us.” he laughs.

Mark doesn’t say a thing, though. He just quietly shuffled over to his desk, which was probably not helpful since there was a picture of him and Donghyuck sitting in the corner. The youngest kitty groans and slams his head down against the desk, effectively making everyone else aware of his emotional state. Only then do Ten and Johnny notice how Mark’s scent has changed. His normally smooth green tea scent was bitter, almost chalky in a way. Of course, being human, you couldn’t smell the change in his scent. Despite your whole family being hybrids, you’re the only one who was born human. The only advantage you have in this situation is that you’re slightly more in tune with handling the situation than the average human. You watch as Ten releases himself from Johnny’s grip and slinks over to sit on the edge of Mark’s desk. Reaching over, he starts stroking the younger’s kitty ears, hoping to soothe him a little, just enough to relax his scent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you offer gently, still sitting at your art table, keeping a distance.

Mark groans in reply.

“Come on, Mark,” Johnny adds, “Ten, and I can smell that you’re not happy right now. And we both know that she can sense it even if she can’t smell it.”

“You must’ve at least talked to Donghyuck about it, right?” Ten adds, hoping it’s a helpful addition.

When Mark’s scent gets even more bitter, Ten puts two and two together. Looking over at his boyfriend, then back to Mark, then to you, and again back to Mark, he tries to find the best words to say. You sigh and finally stand up from your workbench and gently move Johnny out of the way. Ten, of course, catches the hint and moves as well. You take the more petite kitty’s place and begin rubbing the base of Mark’s furry ears, and a soft purr of appreciation erupts from his throat. It took quite a while for Mark to be comfortable enough to show any of his kitty qualities to you. Still, he’s timid about showing them. Now though, he couldn’t care less due to his emotional state.

“When did it happen?” you ask softly, “Your breakup with Donghyuck, I mean.”

“This morning,” Mark finally sighs, “just before I left to come here. So that’s the reason I was late.”

You hum in response. With your free hand, you take a picture of the former couple and pass it to Johnny. You knew the picture on his desk would only add salt to his incredibly fresh wound. You prod further into the situation and coax Mark to talk bit by bit until you get the full story from his perspective. You have always known Donghyuck to be a somewhat impulsive person, it was his nature, but for him to explode like that, you knew it must’ve been weeks, if not months, of the build-up to get to this point. You look over at the other two kitties, who, in the past few months, you’ve grown to become friends with too. You share a silent conversation and ultimately realize that Mark is simply in no state to write or edit anything.

“Since she’s got it under control, I hate to say it, but Yuta just texted me saying there was a walk-in customer asking me to do a tattoo for them. He tried to tell them I wasn’t in until the afternoon, but…” he trails off.

“It’s okay. I should probably… write, I guess… I need to finish this chapter of the book.” Mark sighs.

“You will not be working.” you state matter-of-factly, “I’m treating you to a nice little brunch at the cafe downtown. You’re in no mindset to write, and I’m sure you don’t really want to do that right now either.”

“Go relax and decompress a little bit Mark.” the oldest kitty adds as soon as he notices Mark is about to protest.

Before the youngest could fight anything, both his older friends left the small office, leaving the two of you alone, which is not uncommon. More often than not, if you were both sitting in your shared office space, there was quiet music playing or silence as you both did the tasks you needed to complete for the day. Of course, the occasional question regarding which scene to illustrate came up, and Mark asked if the flow was okay or used you as a bounce board for ideas. It was always comfortable, though. There was never an awkward air between you. With your fingers gently scratching the base of the kitty hybrid’s ear, you don’t feel a single strand of tension in the air.

“You want me to continue scratching your ear for a little bit? Or would you rather head out to go to that cafe now?”

“This is nice,” he admits, “I was never really on the receiving end of these scratches with Hyuck. He much preferred having his ears scratched than scratching mine.”

“Do you like this?”

“Yeah, it’s really comforting. Not something I ever got a lot as a kid either.”

So you stay like that for a while, knowing you were providing some comfort to him was more than enough satisfaction to you right now. You offer absentminded questions, get short but meaningful responses out of him, and offer them back when he asks for your reply. You even managed to get a few giggles or chuckles from him when you mentioned a rather interesting or random anecdote. You take note of his tail flicking back and forth in a content manner. That’s when you decide to remove your hand from his head and offer to begin your drive downtown to the cafe. He finally lifts his head from the wooden surface and nods in agreement.

The entire drive to the cafe, you continue to have leisurely conversations. Despite you working side by side for a few years now, you rarely get to talk about things outside the sphere of work. You learn very quickly that when Mark is comfortable, he’ll talk forever. You also get more insight into how he processes the world and, ultimately, how he builds the worlds in his novels. You couldn’t smell his scent, but you knew he was still not feeling his best. Being raised around hybrids your whole life helped you immensely when it came to deciphering your co-worker’s emotional state. Even after you had parked and started to walk towards the doors of the café, his tail wasn’t swaying like it typically does, nor were his ears upright and perky. All you can do for now is keep him distracted and as happy as you can.

“Why don’t you go find a table, and I’ll order our drinks.” you smile.

“Do you know what I want?” “You always get the same thing, Mark, I know.” you giggle.

Luckily it isn’t busy, but you know Mark will want a sunny seat. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he loves when the sun shines on him in the office. As you get in line to order, you see him sit in the corner where the sun is beaming through the window, just as expected. His ear twitches seemingly content, even if you know the actual underlying cause of the twitching is anxiety. You order your typical drink and order Mark his go-to. Peach Jelly Iced Tea; he’s never been fond of coffee as long as you’ve known him. He shudders every time he witnesses Johnny drink black coffee in the office when he’s around. With the drinks in hand, you make your way over to wear Mark had chosen to sit. His tail flicks lazily back and forth under the table. It’s a habit he has when he’s lost in thought.

“Where’d you run off to?” you tease lightly, placing the drink down in front of him.

“Hmm?” he jumps slightly, “oh, just one of the upcoming chapters of the book we’re working on. I think I want to have that android escape his factory and meet the professor.”

“What if he met Kyren? She’s kind of a rouge. It’s more likely that he’d meet her rather than the professor.”

Mark chitters slightly but swallows the sound before it entirely escapes him, “He can’t! Kyren is in prison right now after stealing those bionic parts for Becca. You’re right, though. The professor wouldn’t cross paths with him.” he whines, the two characters have a lot of history. He’s putting them through hell as any good author would.

“Dzia? She escaped that facility in the previous chapter you wrote, right?”

“She did. Maybe that could work. Dzia is the one to start the uprising against the government. It couldn’t hurt to have the android assisting her.”

You giggle at the pout that grows on his lips as he thinks. You nudge his drink closer to him before taking your own sip. He doesn’t notice until you push it enough to have the cold cup touch his hand. He scratches the back of his head, slightly embarrassed that he got so lost in thought. There are a few moments of silence before either of you speaks again. Mark makes a happy sound as he sips his tea, filling your chest with warmth.

“What made you start liking that specific tea so much?”

“You’ve heard about Yuta, right?” you nod, “He got this tea for me a while ago, and he got me immediately hooked on it. Jungwoo, one of my and Jaehyun’s friends, really likes it too. It’s like our thing to get these together when we hang out.”

“Jaehyun, as in that Newfie hybrid that comes around with those pups?” you question.

“Yeah, those are his boys. He really loves them a lot.”

“Wait, they’re all his? Isn’t he close to our age?”

Mark chuckles and takes another sip of his fruity beverage, “Yeah, we’ll just say that Jaehyun has always really wanted to be a dad. His boys are well-behaved, though. He’s a good dad. I babysit for him sometimes so he and his girlfriend can do classes or have dates. Baekhyun is seven now; he’s a Newfie like Jae. He’s a terrific kid, and I can’t wait to see what he does when he gets older. Hoseok is five, a basenji like his mom. He just started kindergarten this year, but he’s such a funny kid. Jaehyun thinks he’s going to do big things one day. They just had their third, Subin. He’s a cute baby. His ears are far too big for him, but all pups grow into their ears eventually. Much calmer than his brothers ever were.”

You smile gently, listening to him talk about his friends and their kids, “Do you think they’ll have more?”

Mark nearly spits out his tea, laughing, “If Jae has anything to say about it, they won’t stop until he gets a little girl. That’s all he wants.”

“And what does his girlfriend think about that?”

“She’s had three kids in the past seven years. The poor woman wants a break from being pregnant.” “I can’t blame her.” you laugh, “I give her a lot of credit for doing that and also still going to school.”

From there, your conversation with Mark devolves into whatever comes to mind. You’re having such a good time with him that you lose track of time. The spot eventually got shady, and then the sun began setting outside. The golden light hits him at just the right angle that it seems like his irises glow a gorgeous amber color. It nearly takes your breath away. You have no idea where these emotions came bubbling from, but you think it best to suppress them. He turns his head and looks out the large window beside the two of you. A piece of his hair falls on his face as he turns. His kitty ears twitch again when a different bit of hair tickles against them in just the right way.

“We didn’t get any word done today.” he says in a slightly sad tone.

“Good. You needed the day off.” you say determinedly.

He sighs, “I guess I did. Let’s get back to the office. I have to walk back to my apartment.”

You can’t smell his scent, but you can tell how he deflates. You’ve known both him and his ex-boyfriend long enough to know that Donghyuck has already moved all of his things out. A small pit in your stomach forms thinking about how horrible your kitty friend must feel.

“I’ll drive you home. Do you have anything we could use to make a suitable dinner?”

“I couldn’t ask- you shouldn’t-” he stutters, “I don’t want to bug you any longer than I already have.”

You sigh, “Fine, then we’ll have to get dinner together on a different day.”

“Deal,” he smiles softly, “consider it a date!”

He slaps his hand over his mouth after processing what he just said. His tail flicks behind him quickly, trying to express any excess energy it can. You just smile and put your jacket on.

“If you want to call it that, we can see how it goes.”

About two weeks later, you’re turning off the overhead lights of your art desk in the office. Mark is still clacking away at his keyboard, getting his last few thoughts out onto the document. You had agreed to get dinner tonight since it worked well for both of you. The weather was uncharacteristically chilly for this time of year. The leaves have just started changing to the bright fall colors, yet the weather seems to be bordering on a winter feeling. Over the two weeks before your date, you and Mark have become closer than ever. It got to the point that Ten asked if you were dating. Mark lets out a low growl at him, but it does nothing, though. Ten is just proud of him for allowing one of his kitty sounds out while you were around.

“You almost done?” you chuckle, pressing your fingers into the scrunched-up skin between his eyebrows.

“Yeah, one more paragraph.”

You know that one more paragraph actually means two more chapters of writing, at least. Eventually, you talk him down to only finishing the paragraph he’s currently writing. You take a peek at what he’s working on. The imagery of his words alone gives you plenty of material to work with for the illustrations. You’ve always been very thankful that he describes everything so clearly, and if he doesn’t, then he’s always very helpful when it comes time for you to draw a scene. Just as he shuts down his computer, his phone starts ringing. You glance down and see that it’s Jaehyun. You know that the puppy hybrid doesn’t call unless it’s an emergency.

“Is everything okay?” Mark asks as soon as he accepts the call, “What? Are you sure he’s not just fucking with you?” his eyes go wide, “Sicheng never- okay, um, one second.” he mutes himself and looks up at you. “Sicheng backed out of babysitting last minute. Jae wants to know if I can babysit tonight.”

“I don’t mind watching the boys with you. If Jae and his girlfriend are really in a bind, I don’t mind tagging along.”

He nods at you and unmutes himself, “You cool if my um- the girl I’m talking to comes too?... my illustrator… Okay, cool, cool, we’ll be there in like,” he pauses to look at the time, “fifteen minutes.”

The drive is relatively peaceful despite the sudden change in plans. As always, Mark walked to work today, so you drove. The house you pull up to is small, but you can still feel the love radiating from it. You opt to park along the curb on the off chance that both parents would be driving separately. Mark smiles at you, eyes curving into pretty crescents as he does so. Mark gets out of your car, his tail swishing happily behind him as he approaches the front door, and you follow behind him. As you approach the door, you can hear the liveliness of the home bursting through. Mark turns around, flashing you a smile before knocking on the door. When it opens, a pretty basenji hybrid opens the door, one arm full, holding a little pup.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice.” she sighs, “Jae and I both have lectures we need to attend tonight and-”

“Baekhyun, come back in here and clean up after yourself.”

“Sorry about him. Baek has been forgetful lately. I think it’s partly on purpose at times. Please come on in.” she smiles softly, moving out of the way.

The home is just as welcoming on the inside. There are a few areas covered in toys, but you can’t be too surprised when three kids are in the house. First, you spot a tall kid running past with big brown floppy ears. You assume it’s Baekhyun since a more petite boy with blonde ears comes bounding up and throws himself in Mark’s direction.

“Hi, Hoseok,” Mark giggles, “how has school been?”

“Good!” the little boy chuckles, showing a toothy grin that’s missing a tooth right in front.

Jaehyun walks up a few moments later and sighs before speaking, “Thanks so much for doing this, and I hate to ruin your date- it was a date, right?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “it’s okay. You and your girlfriend have classes to take care of. I’m sure your boys won’t be too hard to wrangle.”

The puppy hybrid lets out an airy laugh and shakes his head. His girlfriend joined him not much later, still holding Subin in her arms. She passes the small pup to him before informing the three of you that she’ll be getting her school supplies ready to go. Jaehyun called after her to grab his stuff as well. Mark’s older friend chats with you for a few more moments before Subin gets fussy.

“He should get a bottle soon. The instructions are on the fridge. Baekhyun has one more assignment for homework he needs to do. After that, Hoseok should be all set. Both of them go to bed in about an hour and a half. Subin should be ready to sleep right after he has his bottle.” he pauses for a moment, “That should be about it.”

“We’ll be back around 9:30 from our classes!” his counterpart calls down the hallway.

“That too.” he chuckles, “You comfortable with holding the baby?”

You nod, “Do you trust Mark to make the bottle, though?”

“Hey!” he argues, ear twitching as he speaks, “I can do it!”

“You can’t even make eggs, Mark.” you tease.

Jaehyun passes Subin over to you and takes his bookbag from his girlfriend. She calls both of her older boys into the room. Giving them each a kiss on the tops of their heads and then scratching Subin’s ears, she grabs her own things. With that, both parents were out the door. Mark’s tail starts swishing back and forth again, displaying his content state. However, Hoseok sees his tail as something he can pounce on. The kitty hybrid nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels his tail being tugged. Turning around, he scoops the puppy up and spins him around in his arms. The little boy giggles up a storm as his uncle shakes him and tosses him around.

You bounce Subin in your arms as you make your way to the kitchen. Mark is right. He’s an adorable baby. The Jung boys are very adorable pups. Perks of having two gorgeous parents. As Jaehyun had mentioned, the instructions for Subin’s bottle are on the fridge. Shifting the newborn to be resting against your shoulder, you start preparing the bottle. It doesn’t take incredibly long, nor is it complicated, but to anyone who hasn’t had any interactions with babies, you could understand why it would be slightly confusing. So you just stand in the kitchen, rocking the tiny baby back and forth in your arms until his bottle is ready.

“You look pretty.”

Hearing Mark’s voice makes you jump, “How long were you standing there?”

“Not long, seriously though, you look pretty.”

You don’t know how to react; he’s never been so direct with you before. Right now, of all times, is another reason you don’t know how to respond; you’re standing in his friend’s kitchen holding said friend’s newborn. You just stand there and look at him for a few moments. There are stars in his eyes as he looks back at you. His hair seems to frame his face and ears so perfectly. Then, mark walks closer to you, and it looks like he’s about to kiss you in the small kitchen. Your heart pounds out of your chest at the idea that he might do it. Then, just as he starts to search your eyes for any remnants of an answer to his silent question, you hear a quiet growl.

“I think that’s Baekhyun,” he says quietly, “I’ll go check on him.”

You nod and redirect your attention to the bottle that is finally ready to give to the baby. With the bottle in hand, you move to the couch. It would be easiest to hold and feed him there so you could also be comfortable. Subin almost instantly takes the bottle in his mouth and drinks to his heart’s content. However, you feel a pair of eyes on you. It’s not Mark; you can hear him talking down the hall. When you look up, you see Hoseok looking at you with a confused expression. One of his blonde ears flops over as he tilts his head at you. He doesn’t say a word to you and just looks at you. You can practically see the cogs turning in his mind. You smile before looking down at Subin again, ensuring he’s alright. Two pairs of footsteps come down the hall, and you see Baekhyun, followed by Mark, entering the living area. Only then does Hoseok speak.

“Where are your ears? Do you not have ears? Do you only have a tail? My classmate only has a tail… he keeps it hidden, though, cause it’s a little bunny tail. Not a big long tail like Baek and me have.”

“Hoseok! You can’t ask people that!” Baekhyun chastises.

“Why not?” the younger pup asks, utterly oblivious to why his question was bad.

“It’s okay, Baekhyun,” you assure, “I don’t have ears or a tail, Hoseok. I’m a human, not a hybrid.”

“Ohhhhh,” the five-year-old draws out, “are your mommy and daddy humans too?”

You shift slightly and move Subin into a position so you can burp him. Hoseok doesn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by any means; he’s only five, after all. The question does hit a bit of a sensitive topic for you, though. Baekhyun seems to sense your discomfort despite your attempts to brush it off. You answer just as he’s about to drag his brother away to play with him.

“No, my parents are hybrids like you guys. They’re a type of kitty hybrid.” you smile sweetly, “I just wasn’t born like them.”

“Oh, I think it’s cool that you’re a human!” he giggles, showing the empty space where his tooth should be, “I think Uncle Mark likes you too.”

Mark seems to choke on air when the pup says that. He’s coughing up a storm off to the side, and you do nothing but giggle. You finish burping the baby moments later, and both of the boys settle in front of you, playing with their toys together. Jaehyun had told you that Subin would likely fall asleep quickly after his bottle, but you still lay him against your chest and rubbed his small back to be sure. Mark comes and sits beside you but doesn’t speak. You can tell something’s on his mind, though. He offers to take the infant from you, but you reject it. You rather like the comfort the small hybrid brings. He’s only a month old, but the slight weight against your chest, combine with his warmth and little puffs of breath against your neck, makes you feel more at ease.

You both hear a disgruntled noise escape Baekhyun again. When you look over at where he was previously sitting with his brother, he wasn’t there. A few moments later, you hear his footsteps pad back into the main area of the home. He’s holding a singular sheet of paper and a pack of colored pencils. You can immediately tell what’s wrong and, this time, take Mark’s offer and hand him the baby. The oldest of the three boys sits at the dining table, clearly brooding over the blank paper in front of him. You approach slowly, gauging where he is emotionally as you do so.

“You okay there, Baekhyun?” you ask quietly, sitting beside him at the table.

“‘M fine.” he grumbles, “It’s just a stupid project.”

“What’s stupid about it?”

You glance down at the paper and read the instructions. He needs to read a short story and then draw what he visualizes. It’s not very difficult, but as an artist, you can understand how frustrating it can be just to draw sometimes. The seven-year-old groans and flops his head down face first on the table, his chocolate brown ears laying flat out on either side of his head. You scratch his hair gently, and a giggle escapes your lips as you notice his tail wagging slightly.

“I just don’t know where to start.” he admits, “There’s too many parts I could draw…”

“Do you want my help?”

The boy looks up at you with glittery eyes, “You can help me?”

You nod and smile at him, “I do all the drawings in your Uncle Mark’s books. I won’t do it for you, but I can absolutely help you.”

The next fifteen or so minutes were spent helping Baekhyun choose which scene he wanted to draw and how to get it started. His eyes seemed to light up when you offered a little bit of direction to his creative energy. You know precisely what that spark is, he loves what he’s doing, and you remember when you first felt that spark for art as well. It’s one of the most rewarding feelings you’ve ever had in your life. Now, you get to show that spark to someone else. Yet, something about the entire situation feels extremely domestic. You’re sitting and helping Baekhyun with homework; Hoseok peacefully plays with his toys while Mark watches him and holds Subin. Yet, a flutter of something invades your belly that, at this moment, you’re choosing not to address.

Once Baekhyun is finished with his art assignment, you walk back over to Mark. Baekhyun rejoins his younger brother on the floor playing. Mark smiles at you when you return. His ears are angled out slightly, and he blinks slowly. It’s extremely obvious that he’s happy. When you look down at the infant, you see that he’s happily asleep in his arms. The tiny pup nuzzles closer against Mark’s chest. Even in his sleep, Subin displays his comfort with his kitty uncle. You sit beside him for a few minutes; the silence is comfortable, and not a single word feels the need to be said.

“I’ll get the older two ready for bed. You seem like you’re enjoying your time with Subinnie.” you giggle quietly.

“You’ll come back and sit with us, right?” this time, his slow blinks are directed at you.

“I will,” you promise.

Just as you go to stand up again, Mark calls your name. You turn towards him, and before he can talk himself out of it, he leans forward and places a quick peck against your lips. You don’t get a moment to react because a pup, namely Hoseok, is crying out in disgust.

“Don’t you know Uncle Mark has cooties!” he half yells.

“Shh, your brother is sleeping.” you chastise gently, “Don’t worry, I can’t catch his cooties.”

“Are you sure?” the five-year-old asks, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m sure, pup. You and Baekhyun need to clean up now. It’s bedtime.”

Both older boys whine but do as their told and clean up their toys. Baekhyun is the first to make it to their shared bedroom, nearly slamming the door in his younger brother’s face. You hear the younger whine before opening the door again and closing it behind him. After Baekhyun pops his head out of the bedroom door again, you take it as a sign to go check on them. Baekhyun looks up at you with big eyes when you get to the door. He doesn’t say anything but opens the door more to show you that Hoseok is currently fighting with the buttons of his pajama shirt. The older puppy tells you that his brother won’t let him help. You just chuckle lightly and make your way over to the growling five-year-old. His frustration subsides almost immediately after you make your presence known to him. Hoseok’s ears fall down slightly, making it clear that he’s now more relaxed. Baekhyun makes a noise that you can only call a rumble when he sees his brother calm down. The two boys dash into the bathroom moments later to brush their teeth and wash their faces. You, of course, assist Hoseok with both tasks when he asks with the most adorable pout ever.

Baekhyun and Hoseok say good night to Mark and their baby brother before you tuck them into bed for the night. When you return to the couch, you see Mark happily cuddling with the sleeping baby. He’s purring quietly; the sound makes your chest burst with warmth. Unfortunately, though, the moment he registers that you’re back, he forces the noise back. You plop down beside him, laying your head back against the couch. Lolling your head to the side, you find Mark already looking at you.

“I can go put him in his crib.” you offer.

“I like cuddling him.” the kitty responds.

You nod, “Ten more minutes. Jae and his girlfriend would have our heads if we readjusted Subin to only sleep while being held.”

Mark nods, looking down at the small pup, “Ya know, I never really thought about being a parent until I heard Jaehyun talking about his boys. That kind of unconditional love is so crazy to me. Something you have to experience. It can’t really be described in words.”

“Yeah?” you respond, “Is that something you and Hyuck ever talked about?”

“No,” he replies shortly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be bringing that stuff up. Especially when this was supposed to be a date.”

He hums, “Can I ask you something?” you nod, “Are you the only human in your family? Like including extended family and such.” “Yeah, it was hard for me growing up. That’s part of why I applied to art schools here; I needed to get away from it.”

“I get that,” he responds, “being the only kitty in my family was really rough for me too. They didn’t really understand how to handle my behavior sometimes. That’s why when I reached the end of grade eight, I talked my parents into letting me come here for the end of grade school. Same as you, kinda.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Hmm? Do you mean Canada? Of course, I love working here, though. I don’t feel as suffocated by my family when I’m here.”

“Suffocated?”

“They love me, my parents and brother, they mean well… they just… stigmatize me a little bit.” he sighs, “I wish they could just see me like you see me. I’m just Mark. I’m not ‘the cat son’ or ‘little kitty’... I’m just… Mark.”

“Well, just Mark, you never have to feel out of place with me. I know exactly what it’s like to feel out of place when you should be very much in place.”

The kitty hybrid smiles at you, leans his head forward, and nuzzles against you. It’s the first time he’s genuinely let his kitty behaviors display around you. You chuckle and let him nuzzle as long as he wishes. But, of course, Subin isn’t a fan of being leaned over slightly. He whimpers quietly, and Mark takes that as a sign to put the baby in his crib finally. He sighs and gets up to lay the infant down to sleep. His tail swishes happily behind him as he walks away. You find it rather endearing. He doesn’t take long to return. When he does, his tail is still happily swishing, his ears are slightly tilted out, and a soft smile rests on his lips.

“Hey,” he sighs happily, “I checked on Baek and Hoseok; they’re both fast asleep already.”

He plops down next to you and leans his head on your shoulder. You smile at him and reach to take his hand in yours. At first, Mark tenses up at the feeling of your hand on his. After a few moments, he relaxes and laces his fingers with yours. The silence between you two is comfortable; you don’t feel any need to speak up and fill the quiet moment with sound. His furry ears tickle against your skin lightly, but you don’t mind it one bit.

“Sorry,” Mark whispers softly, “about earlier…”

“There’s nothing to apologize about, Mark. If anything, I should say thank you.” you chuckle.

“Thank me? I kissed you without even asking first… and also disgusted the boys in the process…”

You giggle again, “Mark,” you start, squeezing his hand for good measure, “I may not have said anything, but I’m so happy you did kiss me.”

He picks his head up from your shoulder to properly look at you now, “Is it if I kiss you again? Like properly, not whatever I did before.”

“Of course,” you smile, though your heart is beating out of your chest, “I like you, Mark.”

“I like you too.” he whispers.

He leans in and presses his lips softly against yours. His grip on your hand tightens as if you would disappear from his hold at any moment. Your other arm wraps around his shoulders, bringing him closer to you. You can feel the slight rumble of a purr growing in his chest. Smiling against his lips, you think you could burst right there due to how happy you feel. His fingers unthread from yours to wrap both his arms around your waist. The positioning you’re sat in isn’t exactly ideal, but at the current moment, you couldn’t be bothered to care about that. You’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t hear the front door unlock or open.

“Woah, woah, woah.”

Jaehyun makes his presence known immediately. Mark jumps away from you as if you burned him. Meanwhile, Jaehyun’s girlfriend laughs quietly.

“Happy things are great between you two, but I don’t need any more children being made in this house… right now.”

“We weren’t- it’s not-” Mark stutters trying to find the right words.

“Noted.” you smile, “All three are out cold, and Subin had his last bottle around 45 minutes ago.”

You get up off the couch and grab your bag from the kitchen table. Mark is still stunned, not sure how to react to his older puppy friend’s comment. You have to physically walk over to him and guide him to the front door where his shoes and jacket are. You say goodbye to the couple, and Mark gives some semblance of one. He’s still shocked by Jaehyun’s forwardness, but at least now he’s speaking and just a little jittery. Even during the walk back to your car, Mark seems to be deep in thought. His right ear keeps twitching, and he holds the end of his tail, wringing it gently as he walks.

“You okay there?” you tease once you’re settled in the car.

“I won’t be able to look Jaehyun in the eyes ever again.” he deadpans.

“Why?” you ask, trying not to laugh.

“He implied… and he also… nope, nope, nope! Let’s just go home.”

“Home meaning dropping you off, or am I staying over, or are you staying at mine?”

He blushes, “Just drop me off tonight.” he explains.

“Where is she?” Ten asks the moment he steps into Mark’s office.

“Hmm?” Mark hums, not looking away from his computer.

Ten narrows his eyes at the younger kitty and hisses slightly. Johnny chuckles and takes the liberty of sitting down at your empty station. Mark pushes his glasses back up his nose and finally looks at his older friend. Ten’s tail flicks annoyedly, and his arms are crossed over his chest. Mark just blinks at him a few times slowly.

“Oh?” Ten questions, amused now, “How long have you been feeling that way towards her?”

“Huh?” his boyfriend questioned, “What did he do?”

“He was slow blinking! Johnny! He-” Ten cuts himself off with a happy noise, “Tell me, tell me!”

Mark takes a breath, about to speak, when you walk through the door with a cup carrier full of drinks. Ten notes the slight change in Mark’s scent; it gets slightly smoother and calmer. Johnny picks up on it too. The oldest of the three suddenly is very invested in what’s happening despite being highly interested in his phone moments ago.

“Good morning, boys.” you beam, “I got you guys drinks.”

You set the carrier down at your desk, shooing Johnny out of your seat in the process. Next, you place your bag on the floor against your station and take off your jacket and scarf. Once you’re reasonably situated, you look at each of them.

“A large Iced Americano for you,” you state, handing Johnny his coffee, “a caffe americano for you,” you walk over and hand Ten his drink,

“Thank you,” the kitty smiles at you.

“It’s not a big deal,” you reply, “this is mine,” you say to yourself as you place your drink on a coaster, “and this a Peach Jelly Iced Tea for you.”

You walk the short distance over to Mark. You notice his slow blinks again and smile at the sight. Handing him his drink, your fingers just hardly touch. You still haven’t gotten past the butterflies that erupt in your belly each time you come in contact with him in any physical way. You’re about to step away, but Mark grabs your wrist. You turn back around and hold eye contact with him for a few moments. You know exactly what he wants when he tugs on your arm slightly; you know exactly what he wants. You lean down and press a peck against his lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Hold the fuck on!” Ten interrupts your moment, “I think we skipped a few chapters. Can I get a refresher?” “Ten, you ruined their moment!” Johnny teases.

“Fuck that! When the hell did you two start dating?”

“Um,” you start.

“About two weeks ago… when we babysat for Jae…”

Both older kitties seem to accept it as the truth. You, however, are trying to hold back a laugh.

“Mark, you never asked me out yet.” your voice laced with a slight bit of laughter.

“I-” he goes to defend himself, “I didn’t…”

Ten isn’t as subtle as you. He bursts out in loud laughter, “Good job, Mark.”

“How did you mess that one up?” Johnny adds to the teasing.

“Shut up.” Mark whines, “We’re dating. I’m not making things up! We’re just writing our story our way, right? ” he directs the question to you.

“Of course, we are,” you smile, “now, you two out! We have work to get done, and you’re distractions.”

You start ushering Johnny and Ten toward the exit of your small office.

“Don’t have too much fun, you two.” Ten winks.

“Goodbye, Ten.” you groan, “Bye, Johnny.” you sigh.

Once they’re out of the office and the door is shut, you lean your body against the doorframe. You let out a sigh before pushing off and walking towards your boyfriend. He has since reburied himself in his writing. You come up behind him and gently rub the base of his stripped ears. A slight purr escapes his lips before he looks up at you.

“You finally figure out where the plot’s going again?” you ask softly.

“Mhm, do you think you could illustrate this scene?” he asks, highlighting a section he had just written.

You read over it briefly, “Of course, I can. Can you just jot down that description so I can get sketching?” you ask, kissing the crown of his head.

He nods and takes a napkin quickly, writing down what he had just described in the story. You think for a few moments about what has just transpired in the past few weeks. Life threw a huge curveball at you in the best way. Did you ever think you’d fall for Mark? No, not at all. You would never change a thing that happened in the past month.

“Maybe we should move your art table right in front of mine, so you don’t have to get up mid-sketch to show me what you’re doing…” he thinks out loud, then processes that you’re zoned out, “Where’d you run off to?” Mark asks, just like you had asked him the day you took him to the cafe.

“Just somewhere.” you chuckle, “thinking about how crazy the past month has been.”

“It was a good crazy, though.” Mark adds, handing you the napkin note.

“That it has.” you smile, taking the note from him, “Shall we get back to work?”

“Let’s.” he smiles, “I’m serious about rearranging the office, by the way.”

“I know you are. I like how you think.” you nod, “Plus, the added benefit of seeing your face every time I look up from my sketchbook.”

“Shut up!” he whines out of embarrassment.

You just giggle and place a kiss on his cheek. Now off to sketch out the art. As you sketch, you find yourself wandering in your mind again, thinking about the present and the future. Yeah, this is good. Writing your future with Mark is more than you could ever wish for.

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