OMG just had this idea where during the fight with Vander maybe Vi gets bit by him and it turns her into this half-werewolf half-human type thing (i’d say she still looks pretty much human, in comparison to Vander)
anyway, she has side affects all month long such as better hearing, vision, increased sense of smell, etc. but during the full moon is when she goes crazy with this extreme need to breed you/fuck you
18+, mdni, this is debauchery
the wound is not a big one, not compared to the ones that she's suffered in the past. but the one it carves in her heart takes much longer to heal -- warwick, they'd called him. she'd always know him as her dad.
and it seems that her fists and her steely attitude aren't the only things he'll leave her with.
at first, she thinks it's just the sickness -- the fevered dreams that came to her right after -- the heat that had bitten into her skin and refused to leave. she thought she'd imagined the high itch that had pressed against her very bones, the way she could smell... everything. she could hear everything.
you fuss over her, because of course you do. and she loves you, and gods, the only thing that seems to sooth her burning skin is the cool of your hands as you press them to the sides of her face.
"ah... the fever's not going down -- but the medicine should be kicking in by now --" you bite your lips and vi groans, licking her own. her mouth is so dry.
"c'mere..." she tugs you down to kiss you, and your surprised squeak is muffled against her cracked mouth. it takes barely a second for you to soften into her, and the moment your mouth slips open for her, the thrumming, pulsing want that had been coiling deep in her belly becomes a dark, urgent need.
"v-vi --!" you startle as she yanks you into the bed with her, your palms so lovely and cool, pressed to the hot skin of her chest.
"don't need medicine," she murmurs, trailing her lips along the column of your throat, "just need you."
and she knows before she fully says all the words that its true. because even saying them out loud sates a sweet, growling part of her that feels like urges and bared lips and teeth.
you let out a hitched whine as vi paws at your clothes, nearly tearing them from you, the pitched humming in her ears urging her forward as she swallows around the maddening need to feel your bare skin against hers -- beneath hers. she groans at the friction, finally, when it comes.
"f-fuck --" vi swears, sinking her teeth into the bare parenthetical of your shoulder. her lips pull away wet, and she pants, fingers digging into the plush of your hips. she groans, the sound deep and rumbling in her chest -- it's a sound that she's not certain she's ever made before, but the change it wrights over your body is instantaneous. you shudder, lashes fluttering as you gasp, arching into her, your spine bending so beautifully beneath her that her vision nearly goes white.
"fuck," she repeats, hissing the word with her nose pressed into the hollow of your throat. the world smears into pops of color, the pale of the moon pouring thick and cool through your window, the dark of your lashes, the red rings of her teeth against on your neck. fuck, fuck, fuck --
"v-violet -- violet -- oh!"
she barely registers the world closing in as she finds her fingers slotted between your thighs; her lungs fill with the scent of you, the thick, sweet musk that radiates from you. her mouth waters at the shine of slick on her fingers as she pulls them back.
"oh... pretty girl," she coos, pressing them back between your legs to sink them into your throbbing cunt, curling them up, thumbing at your clit till you're keening, reaching down to scrabble at her wrist with a weak hand. "you're so.... wet for me..." she mutters, almost to herself, the dull rushing gathering behind her ears as she watches, mesmerized, at the sight of her own fingers disappearing into you over and over and over.
"violet -- i --"
she hums, dropping her forehead onto your chest just to steady herself over you as she pushes a third finger into you, nearly losing herself in the way you stretch open for you, the way you slicken impossibly over her, clenching down till her fingers feel almost numb, the scent of you so strong it fills her head like smoke.
"fuck -- just wanna fuck you -- fuck you till you're full of me --" she says, and she doesn't quite know where the words are coming from, only knows that it gives her inexplicable pleasure -- the thought of filling you up with her, in some shape, way, or form. her fingers, her tongue -- her spit, her cum --
she hisses as she feels you convulse over her, your body trembling as your orgasm crashes through you, and she notes, faintly, she can smell the salt crystalizing on your cheeks. it takes her another few moments for her to realize that it means you're crying.
"oh -- oh princess --" she slows her pace, but you shake your head, panting, your chest heaving, tear-tracks streaking down your cheeks into our hair as you reach up to cup her face with a shaking hand.
"i-if you need to u-use me -- you can --" you swallow around a hiccup as she curls her fingers, bullying two of them against your g-spot, if only to watch your lashes flutter, "y-you can."
"yeah, sweet girl?" vi asks, her own breathing shaky as she digs her nose into your jugular, slotting her hips between yours, fumbling with the waistband of her boxers, tossing them aside to slot her own wet cunt against yours with a thick groan.
"gonna let me use you till i'm satisfied?" she asks, rutting down over you, a strange, wolfish hunger yawning open inside her, something like a wound or a gaping cavern, dark and echoing.
your answering keen makes her whole head spin, and then she's fucking you, rocking her hips over yours, lifting one of your legs till it's slung haphazardly over her shoulder, your slick clit catching hers as she imagines fucking her own cum into you with her fingers.
just the thought alone is enough to drive her over the edge, her cumming hard and messy against you, groaning and sinking her teeth into your already bruised shoulder, her tongue laving over the divots after, though she can't quite get over how much she likes the smell of her smeared across your skin.
she forces her hand between your bodies and sinks three fingers into you without preamble, hissing at how easily you take her in now, your pussy warm and welcoming, so slick with your cum and hers that it's the easiest thing in the word to slip in a fourth finger. your breath hitches at the extra stretch, but it's nothing to head-rush vi feels she methodically works her own cum into you.
and the most logical part of her knows, she knows that it's not quite possible for her to breed you, not in the most traditional sense of the word, but something about it still makes her feel just a bit feral. something about the motion of it, of knowing that there's something of hers inside you, that the room smells like sex -- yours and hers, spit and skin and ecstasy, that sates the rumbling, roiling heat sizzling inside her.
it quiets the thumping urge, slakes the rambling thirst.
she fucks you slow then, rolling her hips in tandem with her fingers, groaning soft as she watches you with soft eyes. you reach down to lace your fingers with her free hand and she leans down to kiss you. it's open-mouthed and wanting, but it's sweet nonetheless.
outside, the clouds hang fat and low beneath a harvest-moon sky.
"vi...?" you ask, looking up at her from moon-soaked lashes.
"hm?"
you lick your lips, "d-did that make you feel better?"
she nods, chuckling, "sure did, pretty girl."
you let out a tiny laugh as well, one that twists into a moan as vi pulls her fingers from you and presses them to your mouth. you let your jaw slacken around them, lick around the tangy essence of you and watch as vi's eyes blow midnight-dark. the air slicks taffy-sweet and butter-thick.
"gonna let me do it again?" she asks, puffing out a breath as she ruts her cunt against yours. you whimper, nodding, your head jolting back into the pillow at the friction, your oversensitive clit already throbbing in protest, your pussy clenching around nothing.
"y-yeah -- as... as many times..." you swallow around a half-drawn breath, "as you need."
vi grins, tracing a delicate finger down your cheek till she fits her hand around the circumference of your throat and squeezes, just the tiniest bit. her eyes follow the butterfly-wing flicker of your pulse as it jumps beneath her palm.
the beast caught inside her cage of ribs growls its approval.
she rocks down over you once more, the movement harsher, and deeper. you only close your eyes and moan.
"that's a good girl," she murmurs, dropping a kiss to our cheek, letting her lips trail along your skin to skim the lobe of your ear and she whispers --
"gonna let me breed you properly, hm? be good for me and take all my cum, yeah, pretty girl?"
you whine. the sound shoots straight to her clit as she fucks down over you again, reaching down to tease at your puffy pussy lips.
and in a voice that's both reverent and broken, you seal her fate in one fell swoop --
Custodies are not ones to follow others but the Emperor himself. They were not ones to have care for other Astartes around them, nor for the people. Yet here was Pythios Erős, The Dread Host, The Wrath of The Emperor being swayed by an unknown force to this little baseline.
He can feel this force tugging at him, pulling him closer but he’s not particularly fond of it. Being demanded by something he doesn’t know or pledge to. It… angers him. He was not a son of gold who indulged in desires or wants. That was against him and his power. What he stands for- trained for. For if he didn’t? He would not be where he is. Standing as a full-fledged Dreaded Host in front of you. This little… thing with a pull. Staring down at you like you’re nothing but air to him.
Truly, he thought of you as a Slannesh creature at first, trying to pull him in. A free kill honestly for him, but… he sees defiance in your gaze when you stare right back up at him. Armors folded and glaring at him, displeased by the simplicity of his presence.
He tilts his helmet an inch to his right. Were you perhaps of Khorne then? Pulling him towards you because of your hate of him? It can’t be, Khornites don’t have a lure. They fight like untrained Neophytes. Aspirant’s to put more taint, and yet you dared not to fight him. So, what was wrong with you? You pull but you don’t want nothing to do with him.
This discovery frustrates him more than It should.
Pythios is of Golden and Holy Wrath, untainted by chaos subjects! He’s not some low and fowl creature that was not blessed by the Emperor himself: you. Yet you clearly had something within you. Nought of chaos nor the grace of the Emperor. Something between…
However, despite his internal struggles to smite you down or not. You were- looked like a regular baseline. In the eyes of others? There was nothing special about you. You were a casual slave of this Ancient Terra. Nothing more, nothing less. Until he finds out about “bonds.” A connection where all Chaos and Loyalist Astartes alike were taking apart of on this warless point of history.
He’s not surprised these sons of the Primarch’s need some sort of stability. Pythios supposes he too would get lost if his father was trying to please other godly sources rather the Emperor himself. Yet, he was not a creation of the Primarch’s. He is the creation of the Emperor. He will not be soiled by this, this… Warp! Though, he can’t help but stay near, wandering. Pondering his task now their no Emperor upon these lands.
Eventually, he’s at a loss of what to do. He has no power to return to the Emperor side, and that pull to you grows within him. Feeling like Slannesh was speaking in his ear, demanding him to follow you instead. Offer his services, his comfort, and it’s something he doesn’t take lightly. Non of the other Custodies have. They know it’s not a pull of Slannesh but it might as well feel like it.
He snaps one night when you defy him once more. While he tries to follow you. Somehow hurt and disappointed, but oh… How you squirm and struggle. To see that defiance wipe off your face as he tames you. Take you in anyway he pleases. It may seem like you have the power, but you do not little one. Not while he knows where he stands, and it will not be beneath you.
The Dreaded Host doesn’t give a noise when he gives you the slow mercy of him pleasuring you. Slotting himself between your legs, and pushing through your folds. Only one hand needed on your waist to wrap around you so the power of him doesn’t send you away from his mercy. His sharp eyes, hidden underneath his helm. Watch as your face contorts in pleasure and pain. The size of his cock simply too big for a normal baseline to take, but you weren’t normal. Were you? You were calling out to him. To them.
That bond was calling, and they are going to take what is theirs.
𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥:
Pregnancy is not any easy thing to pass for most, especially for single mothers. You get cravings that will make people look at you like you have two heads. You have back pain to deal with the foot pain to support the life of a child growing within you. You have no father of the child to support you during this incredibly vulnerable time. Mostly crying yourself to sleep despite the hardships, but luckily? Dorvenos was by your side.
A very helpful Salamander he is as you watch him provide for you like the father of the child never has before. How he coos and strokes your belly with such gentleness for a giant, giving your belly even kisses that make your hormones too happy and cared for that you cry at the sight. Which, he too, kisses away. Nuzzling into you so lovingly, it was overwhelming.
You see how he picks up newborn clothing, looking them over in the palm of his hand. Seeing how truly small such a precious life is to be. Admiring that something of life can be created from you, and well… these actions are rather dangerous for your hormones as you bite your lip. Unable to look away as he wanders about the store. Excited with a purring coo to show you the many things a newborn could have. Your mind creating unholy thoughts of him as the father. Not blooded, but boy did you crave for him to be your spouse material. He’s very well proven himself to be.
It started like an itch at first, but as you continue to observe Dorvenos? The more you get… shifty. The more you want. The more you greed for this sweet, loving Salamander that shows you his constant worth. You swear you could live without the simplicity of pleasure, but you can’t help but whine and pled to him. Laying on your back on the bed while showing off your pregnant self. Belly round with a baseline child.
Dorvenos, however, is a bit hesitant to give into your pleas. He would love to fuck you, but he worries if he’ll hurt you or the child. A reasonable cause the just makes your heart swell and your core ache. You reassure him that he won’t do either of those. He can test with his tip. You’re more than willing to accept any meager satisfaction that will sedate your lust.
He coos softly down at you at your reassurance. A hand covering your belly as if to protect it while he uses another to guide himself to your entrance. Teasing you with his tip before taking it very, very gentle before he moves his hand guiding himself and wraps around your legs, trapping them against his chest. A mix between concern and a purr leaving him at the sound of your pleased whine. His eyes watching you keenly for any twitch of nerve that your body might not like from his actions.
You beg and whine for more, hormones that he can smell, and get almost dizzy off of driving him a bit crazy. Yet he keeps himself at a slow, easing pace. Never going any faster or deeper than what you beg for, and it almost feels likes he’s teasing you. Though, you know better that he’s just being incredibly careful with you. Enjoying those sweet gasps, groans and pats on his thigh that he gets as a reward from you when he gets into a rhythm despite his aching cock that wants more as well.
He coos and chuffs down at you, trying to keep you calm and sedated. His arm still wrapped around your leg up and against his chest while he never brakes his own safety measure. His other still on your belly, thumbing it. Going a bit delusional that it’s his child you’re carrying. That it’s his brood you are carrying. Not some baseline, and this thought provokes him a bit.
He shakes a bit, but keeps himself incredibly controlled. Only inching up his pace at the thought of you swollen with his child instead. Not some baseline male that couldn’t bare to be a father. Dorvenos will be a better father. This child will be his, no one will take either mother or child from him, and he can’t wait to fuck you more properly once you're healed and comfortable.
𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐮𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠:
Blasius gets mean when he’s horny or in a cycle. Worse than a World Eater. He snaps and snarls at everything that moves. The appendages inside of him twisting around one another, tightening as if restricting himself from tearing the whole house down. A certain fluid leaking through the joints of his eternal armor, making him look slick while it reeks of an aroma that tells other marines to fuck off. (Or entice them, depending if they are interested in becoming this Death Guards next toy.(He would never say that to his bonded,)) and many have tested him of such and many suffered the rotting, mauled consequences of it because they were not his true mate.
This aroma of his, however, doesn’t really affect baselines. You can smell it, and it stinks of sex but that’s all that would affect. Until you’re up close and personal that is, and well… that’s terrifying itself. His cycle is not normal. It heightened like Slannesh themselves had cursed him despite being a squire for The Grandfather. It’s dangerous, for you and anything else around. Yet, you’re lucky he’s… somewhat aware of it.
He snaps his tentacles. Whipping them across the walls, tables and floors. Ruining the layers and making pictures fall, albeit purposely trying to get your attention. He try’s his best to not rot everything in the house by painfully restricting himself. Appendages twisting around one another, almost punishing himself as some of them get tied up, and that hurts but a part of him knows you would get mad at him, and that simple thought brings him more pain that what he does to himself. A low, whiny-like growl leaving his mass.
Despite this thoughtfulness, it gone out the window in seconds once he catches a whiff of his mate/bonded being close; returning home. His mass launching forward. Tentacles stabbing into the walls with a harsh vibration, boosting his already eerie speed as he follows the new scent line carried by the breeze.
He slows once in your presence. Conflicted between how you look you up at him with a smile on your face, and coo then confusion at the scent of him,and to just- take you. Give you all his unfertilized offspring waiting inside of him, waiting to be deposited in your warm, little womb. A perfect place for yours and his blood to combine. A perfect idea to leave you too full to get up from the nest he made prior to your arrival. Something you should have taken a thought to instead of just passing it up as the days passed before he has gotten to this stage of his cycle.
Quickly, he’s decides on… something a bit more time consuming but still animalistic in your eyes. Simply wrapping his slimy tentacles around your limbs tightly and picking you up for him to use. Purring as a squeak of confusion leaves you. The appendage quick to explore under the article of your clothing and moving for the nest in your- his den. Pleasured by your own excitement as his tentacles are very, very bold. Sliding between your folds and already probing. Sliding into you with ease, a sick squelch sounding out. Another pleased rumble leaving him, entering the den. Hearing how you gasp out in denial but jerk into his appendage. Seemingly wanton.
|e moves you over the nest of your clothes, bedding and something uniquely him, but keeps you hovered above as he watches himself take you. Some of the tentacles too thick, stretching your clothing out while they slide underneath. Tearing them to shreds with a rip before simply moving up to curl around the plumpness of your soft flesh. To squeeze tightly at those mounds that will in no time produce milk for his brood in no time.
Surprising, he lasts on this foreplay. Playing into your pleasure first before digging in himself. More of that fluid producing, lathering all over your now nude, slimy skin. The scent clouding your mind with the sheer volume that’s on you, on him and dripping into the nest like jelly. The sounds absolutely pornographic as he never lets up on the tentacle that thrusts and curls deeply inside of you. A slime building up at the entrance of your body that moans uncontrollably for him that it could make even an experienced Emperor Child to look away from the obscenity.
Then, he’s starts the real deal after feeling your body go limp in his hold like some predator with their teeth latched onto their prey. Waiting for them to stop struggling. His armor opening up and his mass extends slowly over you like an endless void. Putting you in a withering dark and endless cocoon of him. The appendages fitting nicely around you, squeezing you like some living armor. More appendages eager to fill you in all ways. Pushing and prodding for more than just double penetration.
He keeps his purrs up, nice and loud in your own ears that are licked by the appendages as you suddenly scream out. A slow, burning feeling racking down your back and sides. The talons of his armor clawing into you like punishment. Creating deep, eternal scars upon your fragile skin while he sinks you down on his main member, going as deep as he can. Loving the feeling of how warm and tight you are. Perfect for his brood to stay inside of you. Purring at every single overstimulated twitch, and your complete submission for him to breed as you quiet down after a moment. Suckling upon his offered tentacle.
summary: after weeks of being held captive by the family, otis finally takes an interest in you
warnings: smut, object insertion, oral sex (m receiving), knife play, unprotected sex, marking/branding, blood, no pronouns used but it's implied reader wears a skirt, otis calls reader 'mama', mentioned kidnapping
a/n: so i took a quick break from requests to write this because this motherfucker has had me in a chokehold for the last few days. anyway, ima go back to working on requests now
i'm only mildly embarrassed to have written and posted this
also, this is my first time writing for otis so if it's slightly out of character i apologise
word count: 1425
"What're you lookin' at?" Otis was pointing his knife at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you.
"I'm not looking at anything." You answered, unable to keep your voice from trembling as you shook your head.
The rope around your wrists was beginning to burn, yet you could only focus on the burning that was elsewhere. It was probably the reason you shouldn't have been looking at him, because you couldn't see yourself getting any form of release anytime soon.
"Hey!" He said, bringing your attention back to him. "I said...what're you lookin' at?"
"I'm not looking at anything." You said again, this time with a little more surety.
This only seemed to amuse him, eliciting a quiet laugh from his throat as he stood up. "See, I think you want somethin', Mama."
You shook your head again, your skin beginning to feel unbearably hot as he approached, his fingers still curled around the handle of the blade.
"I think you got yourself a little problem down there." He smirked, pointing the tip of his blade between your thighs.
All you could do was squeeze them shut in response, squirming in the chair slightly as he chuckled.
"You want me to play with you?" He teased, running the knife over the top of your bare thigh. "Huh?"
"Yes." You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to drag the blade along your skin.
You watched in silence as he pulled the knife away, turning it around in his hand, before sliding the handle between your thighs. You flinched when you felt the cool metal graze your bare pussy, and it brought another quiet laugh from him as he edged the knife closer.
"You like that? Huh? Do you?"
"Yes." You breathed out, nodding your head frantically.
A quiet moan slipped past your lips when you finally felt the metal part your folds, the sensation only slightly uncomfortable.
He moved the weapon back and forth a few times before suddenly pausing. "Now, if I let you outta this chair...will you be good for me?"
You nodded, shifting your hips a little, desperate for any kind of friction.
"If you try and run, this knife is goin' straight through your throat. Got it?"
"Mhm, got it."
They'd been holding you in this house for the past month, only ever dragging you outside to take a piss. And over the weeks, you chose to spend your time watching him──the tall, pale skinned man with the magnificent eyes. The man who you later discovered was named Otis.
You wouldn't run, even if he hadn't threatened you. You were too intrigued by him, too drawn to him. It was a stupid move to let them keep you here willingly, but you simply couldn't help it. Curiosity had taken over and there was no chance of going back.
"Alright, come here." He ordered, once he'd untied the rope, leaving you free to move as far as you wanted.
But you moved towards him, your legs suddenly feeling weak as you set one foot in front of the other.
"On your knees."
Again, you did as he said, carefully sinking to your knees in front of him.
You could've run. You could've used his leniency against him and tried to get away. Yet here you were, waiting on your knees for your next command.
Oh, how far you had fallen.
You almost flinched when he unzipped his jeans, the sound startling you back to reality.
"Now, I think you can work out your next job pretty easily, right?"
"Mhm."
"I can't hear you." He said, raising his voice slightly.
"Yes."
"Then get to it." He urged, hurrying you along, waving his knife beside your head. "I don't have all day."
You did as he said, wetting your lips as you carefully curled your fingers around the base of his cock. The fact that you had spent days thinking about this was sick. He was one of your captors, and you were revelling in the fact that he was allowing you to touch him.
You couldn't tell if this was the result of being held here for so many days, or if you were simply just that fucked in the head. It was likely the latter.
You could already feel a fire crackling in your stomach as you closed your lips around him, the sound of a groan falling from his lips sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.
"That's it, Mama." He chuckled, lazily petting your head as you continued to move your mouth up and down his cock.
With every movement came another quiet groan from Otis's throat, and it only seemed to spur you on. You were determined to please him in whatever way you could. You may have just been another victim to him, but you were determined to make sure you'd be remembered for at least this.
His grip on the back of your head became tighter with every second that passed, all the while you were continuing with your movements over him, desperate to pull more groans from his throat.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ." He chuckled, his voice hoarse. "You are just too fuckin' good at this shit."
It wasn't long until you felt him twitch inside your mouth, his release coating your tongue. And you fought back a gag as he kept your face held against him.
You couldn't help the quiet moan that slipped past your lips when he finally pulled you off of him, watching as you swallowed.
"Fuck!" He smirked, pulling his hair away from his face. "You are sick!"
You kept quiet, shifting uncomfortably on your knees, the heat pooling between your thighs becoming near unbearable.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I suppose you want me to do a little somethin' for you now, huh."
Again, you remained silent, mostly because you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to speak yet.
"Do you want me to fuck you, (y/n)?"
"Yes."
"Well damn." He laughed, seemingly surprised by your answer. "I really shoulda tried you out sooner."
You waited in silence as he stared at you, still waving the knife around as he laughed.
But then the laughter stopped, and something seemed to shift in the room, before he suddenly pointed the knife at you.
"Alright, Mama. I want you to get on your feet and bend your ass over that chair. Okay?"
You nodded, standing up and doing exactly as he said, draping your arms over the back of the chair as you awaited your next command.
But it seemed there would be no command as you soon felt his hands gripping your hips, the cold handle of the knife pushing against your skin.
Seconds later, you felt him push himself inside you, and your knees almost buckled beneath you from the force.
He took no time in setting a brutal pace behind you, his hips slapping against you with each thrust, pulling strangled moans from your throat.
And you hated how much you were enjoying this, how much you craved it. You kept reminding yourself that he was your captor, that your only concern should've been how you would get away from him. Yet right now, in this moment, you were more than happy to let him destroy you.
You flinched when you suddenly felt the edge of the blade glide against your thigh, followed by the sting of the metal piercing your skin.
"You're mine now, Mama." He groaned, continuing his brutal pace inside you, the knife still carving lines into your skin.
He was sick. You were sick. And you honestly wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Fuck!" You cried out, digging your fingernails into the chair. "Please! God! Please!"
"I ain't no God, sweetheart." Otis chuckled, finally dropping the knife to the floor. "I'm the fuckin' devil. And you're lettin' him fuck your fuckin' brains out."
It wasn't long before you were reaching your own release, screaming his name as you came. You'd been gripping the chair so hard you'd broken your fingernails, your blood now staining the wood. And if it wasn't for Otis's grip on your hips, you probably would've collapsed.
"What'd ya think?" He asked, after you'd caught your breath, pointing to the bloodied skin of your thigh.
You could only really identify a couple of the letters, but it didn't take much to realise what he'd done.
"Is that your fuckin' name?"
"You bet it is." He smirked. "You're mine now. All fuckin' mine."
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.
Sebek... Sebek with his loud glory is very loud the second you... WAIT HE IS SILENT??!
Yes, I have to congratulate you because from now on you aren't “just” the Overseer but also Sebeks pacifier in human version
What am I supposed to say? You look dashing darling!
But, lets be a bit more critical of the situation than just “a dream come true-bla bla”
This is the self-aware au, what did you except? Unicorns and rainbows?
So Sebek sees you, and already remembers the lessons which Lilia gave him as a child on how to court someone
*Sigh* and if you know anything about Fae in the self-aware au courting someone (doesn't matter if he is only half one) them that it's a bit... uh... unhealthy? Toxic? Overall not good? (I seriously can't find words for this)
So Sebek remembers, and he remembers that despite there being so many differences between his mother and father (like everything) their marriage is a dream come true for them
The silent Sebek is way scarier than our usual loud one because you know, if he's silent then he is thinking a lot
And we don't want them to think too much because who knows with what they will come up with
So here is the plan, he will *ahem* “court” you (in truth it's just very glamorous kidnapping), marry you and will make sure that you are so “happy” that you will never want to leave
You see where I am going with this?
The princess can be happy that he is so deep in thought and frozen or otherwise he would be challenging her to a duel with real swords and even though Lilia says they are still inexperienced I'm sure those arms can do some serious damage, ghost or not
Your best option is to ask Lilia for help here (*gasp* I know) because as much as he loves Sebek and Silver, only his obsession with you beats Malleus wishes
So yeah, you have the choice between a very old, wise, and probably OP fae who will never let you go again and a half-fae who will destroy your eardrums with every single word they say
Not the best options but would you rather die from that kiss?
Kind Trey who looks out for the freshmen is suddenly not so kind anymore
It's really hard to see but look into his eyes while he stares at the ghost. You see that bloodlust? Yes, that's him
You see, I think Trey is one of those that believe in eternal love between married partners so this sight of you makes his happy beyond possibility
But then he remembers that 1. He is not the one you swear your undying love to and 2. This all should belong to HIM
He is always smiling, always there to lend an ear others and this is the reward for all of that??!
Be is mad and believe me, I am genuinely scared of people who smile so much like he does because these people who are the scariest when they snap
And he will snap. 100%
Twisted Wonderland is a world filled to the brim with magic, you can't tell me there aren't spells which can be used to exorcise ghosts
He makes reminders in his head right now to find one once he is free and then get rid of that pest
At this point you shouldn't ask for her hand but ask her to take her stuff, leave Idia behind and start to run
There is no amount of guards which could stop Trey once a certain point is reached and that point isn't just stepped upon but flung into the nether
On a lighter note, the wedding cake at your and his wedding will be like the Mona Lisa of cakes
And also, no one besides you, him and someone who is needed to make the whole thing final will attend
Why? Well, he already got “your first” stolen so he will make sure that no one can “steal” the sight of your second from him
Mhm should have left the whole thing to those who aren't called “Overseer”
But what can I say? Enjoy the cake? Because I know that it will taste divine
This one is screaming the whole time
No, I'm not joking, he will scream and bite anyone who tries to make him shut up
Poor eel is so helpless that this is his only defense
But unlike the others before, he does actual damage
You have ever seen those teeth??!!
Floyd wanted to be the one to marry you and not some... some... spoiled princess!
His entire life he looked up to you hoping to have the slightest chance to be noticed by you...
and then some blue wannabe princess takes that hope from him
It seems like the friendly approach doesn't work
The second he is free he will snatch you up and make you drink that potion he once stole from Azul
What it does? Oh well you know, just shackling you forever to the ocean so you could never escape him
But that is just one part
The other is him making sure that everyone knows you belong to him the second they lay eyes upon you
So what does he do? Probably not something you would suspect but... those teeth....
You have a pretty neck and shoulders dear, a but too unmarked for his tastes
You catch my drift, right?
So yes, be prepared to feel more like property instead of a person because that is your life in a nutshell from that point onwards
Short answer: You will make him aggressively horni and competitive. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Long answer: is below. Takes place in movie 8, where broly had won instead of the Z-fighters.
Tw: Afab!reader, Yandere themes, Possessive behaviours, Sadism, Violence (rated e for everyone), Physical abuse, Mental abuse, Implied major characters deaths, Implied Breeding, Noncon, Marking, Dacryphilia, Slight blood kink, Dead dove do not eat.
✘ Broly cares about one thing, when it comes to his darling. That is complete domination over them and will ensure that they are absolutely his by any violent means. Be it you were weak and innocent, or powerful and headstrong.
✘ With the latter as much as he respects their determination and vigour, he will first toy with them. Then proceed to beat them within an inch of their life. Broly absolutely loves breaking his beloved’s persistent spirits as much as getting a kick (Both figuratively and literally.) out of their volatile reactions.
✘ However, he won't kill them. No. Why would he kill his own mate? His darling might, as well wish they were actually dead. Considering what's to come is far worse than what they initially expect from him.
✘ After all, they fought Freiza before with the other Z-fighters and thought he was the worst of worse. Alas, they were sadly mistaken.
✘ The Legendary Super Saiyan may not be as manipulative as his father, but he's quite an exploitative type when it comes to battles. He will go after every Z-fighter and brutalize them, leaving his beloved for last.
✘ Why? Simply, because he craves to see the despair settling in your beautiful eyes; Once you see the lives of your comrades falling one by one like flies in front of your eyes, and you can not do anything to prevent it from happening. No matter your strength, it pales in comparison to him.
✘ He's the only one allowed to hurt you. It's his way to lay a claim over you. If anyone else dared to do the same, then they will not live to tell the tale and not in the most pleasant of ways either.
✘ “Why that look? Did I.. hit a nerve? Hehaha. You should be happy. Now, no one can interrupt us. It's your fault that they've died, if only you yielded then I wouldn't have thrashed them that hard.”
✘ Broly sneered; Wiping the blood of your comrades from his meaty fists. With each step the saiyan of legend took, the land beneath him shook from his massive power and might. Whilst you held your ground, with a fierce yet pained expression.
✘ “I will kill you, if it was the last thing I will ever do. I will never yield to a heartless demon like you.”
✘ You spat. Rage boiling within your veins, as a pure white ki-ball formed atop of your blood stained hands. The blood were of your fallen comrades rather than your own.
✘ Yet, it serves as a catalyst of your rage and sorrow. Aiming at the monstrous saiyan with all the pure energy you've got, then releasing it all against him in waves of Kamehameha.
✘ “Oh.. then please do. Kill me, (Y/n). If you can, that is. Otherwise, you will be utterly mine. Your power, scent, and energy is driving me mad.”
✘ Broly retaliated with a sadistic cackle that reverberates throughout the desolate planet, never bothering to guard against your charged attack. If anything, it seems to invigorates him even more. As if your attack was nothing more than a mere tickle against his hardened skin.
✘ Regardless of your power level, you better abdicate for your own sake and sanity. Need I remind you that so long Broly stays in his LSSJ form, his strength and speed gradually increases as the battle goes on.
✘ At one point, his strength alone will overwhelm you. If it did, it won't end well for you. Mainly, because he sees the fight between you and him as an intimate game. A competition that display one’s superiority over the other.
✘ In the long term, he will win for the reasons stated above. The only thing you will manage to do is prolonging the battle, which is against your interests when dealing with Broly. When he eventually wins, then in his eyes he won the right to own you. Thus, marking you as eternally his.
✘ Tis but the instincts and culture of the saiyans, they select their mates based on their strength; The stronger, the better. Kami helps you, for you have attracted the eyes of the devil himself.
✘ With one large hand, he managed to curl it around your midriff and press your smaller frame towards his rigid, broad, and muscular pectoral. Whilst the other was busy splaying your tired legs apart. The heat emitting from his bulky body was too much for you, but not as much as the humiliation that followed after.
✘ “There isn't a place in existence, you could possibly hide from me.”
✘ The green-haired saiyan grunted, as he harshly grinded his clothed hips against yours in a fast pace. It was only when he bit the nape of your neck, did the tears cascade down your lacerated cheeks. While blood trickled down, from the sheer force of the bite.
✘ “I will not surrender. I will escape and get my vengeance. I swear by Kami’s name.”
✘ You squrimed in hopes of moving your injured body from the tight hold of the monster. Who had slaughtered your friends with sick glee and broke most of the bones in your body, save for your hands and upper torso. Anything, but this.
✘ “Your promise is an empty one; Your body has already surrendered to me. Just look at how wet you are, and here I thought I was the only freak.”
✘ He mouthed viciously, continuing his onslaught on your bloodied skin. Littering your skin with brutal bites, and lapping like a starved animal on the blood and tears that rolled down to your abused jugular.
✘ “My vow still stands. You might have taken my body forcefully, but you will never attain my soul.”
✘ You spat at his face; Trying to the best of your abilities, not to moan at his animalistic and ruthless ministrations.
✘ He was slavering, biting, squeezing, and playing with one of your mounds; Mixing your blood with his own saliva. Whilst his other unrestrained hand tended to the other, not any kinder than his hungry gnashers. It was disgusting, so was he.
✘ Pulling away from your breasts with a loud ‘pop’, one of his fingers curved under your chin and pulled it up so your humiliated irises could meet his blank and souless eyes. His bloodstained lips remains upturned in a pleased grin; completely unbothered by your outburst.
✘ “How amusing. Anyone else would've given up by now, yet you won't relent. I've decided that you are worthy to be my mate.”
✘ “No, I am not. I refuse.”
✘ Broly’s hand that was busy attending to your pert nipple, had slithered down to his absurdly big golden waistband. With agonizingly slow gait, he peeled it off alongside the mulberry sash that covered his throbbing member and lined it up against your cold entrance. To which he -without any grace or decency- had yanked the pants off your body.
✘ “I wonder... Will you have the same enticing fighting spirit, once I am finished with you? Only one way to find out.”
An: I decided to do the latter part of your request. If you want the general hc’s for him you can request for him again. Though, I do hope you enjoyed this one. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated.
An#2: I know I have said I will publish Deep End AU the next post, but I decided to delay it due to writing complications (I am crying internally😭, because as much as I want to publish it I want it to be as best as it can be. So that you my folks can immerse in it.). Thanks for the 50 followers, I don't deserve it for my inconsistent updates but I feel obliged to thank y’all regardless.🫡
I hope you understand that even the idea of an among us au has awakened the need to have imposter Bakugō fuck me in a puddle of a cremates blood while his tongue extends out to choke me all while showing off rows of needle teeth. Clawing at my thighs as he gets in see deep he’s fucking my womb but having it be made pleasurable by the hormones he’s secreting because he’s decided I’m his mate. Look what you’ve done Mari.
Warnings: Among Us AU. Noncon, aphrodisiacs, womb fucking, cumflation, bloodplay, marking, slight gore, forced mating, yandere
Notes: That moment a simple thirst post becomes a 1k almost fic. Sorry this is so late, but as you can see, I knew I wanted to do this one right 😂
You’re trapped. Completely and utterly trapped. Despite knowing this ship like the back of your hand, you managed to get cornered in the engine room, surrounded by the mutilated bodies of your crewmates. And the thing responsible for it is staring directly at you, licking his lips and approaching the cornered prey.
“What are you?” You manage to whisper, slowly backing up until you can’t any longer. Your back hits the wall and tears begin to leak out of your eyes. You don’t want to die, not like this.
“Idiotic humans usually call us imposters,” the thing in front of you scoffs. “Works well enough, I guess.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
The creature’s eyes turn sharp, flash of something that you can’t name appearing and disappearing before you identify it. “Of course not, dumbass.”
“But you - you killed everyone else,” you say in horror, even more afraid than if he was just intending to kill you.
“They were in the way, nothing but fucking extras compared to you.” He begins to saunter towards you, and there’s nothing you can do but watch. “You’re my mate.”
Your brain skids to a halt as you try to process his words. But before you can, he’s right in front of you, mouth opening far wider than should be possible and revealing rows and rows of fang-like teeth. A long tongue shoots from his mouth, wrapping around your neck and forcing you to the ground.
His tongue is wet and warm, and it makes your skin burn wherever it touches. You feel your body begin to heat up, slick pouring from your suddenly throbbing cunt. You writhe and whine as the creature looks down at you with a smirk before withdrawing his tongue.
“What - what did you do to me?” You manage to choke out as you continue to writhe on the floor. This is wrong, utterly wrong and disgusting. You’re laying in puddles of your crewmates’ blood, people who were your friends.
And yet you’re feverish with lust at the thing that killed them. “Feel so hot,” you whimper, “what’s wrong with me?”
“It’s to make you feel good through what I’m going to do to you, my pretty little mate,” he chuckles sadistically, hands turning into claws as he shreds your clothes instantly. He’s not overly careful with it, leaving deep furrows of claw marks into your flesh. The blood pours from your wounds, and you expect the pain.
But instead, there is only even more blinding lust.
“Please - “ You don’t even know what you’re begging for.
“Please, Katsuki,” the imposter provides as he grips your hips and pulls you in closer to him.
“Katsuki - please - “
“Fuck, my name sounds so fucking good coming from you,” he groans as he rips his own clothes off. You can’t stop yourself from glancing down, gasping at what you see.
His cock is absolutely massive, complete with spines and ridges along his length. You can’t tell if they’ll hurt or feel amazing inside of you, but your body doesn’t seem to care. You throb with lust as your cunt gushes more juices.
“God, you’re so hot when you’re this needy.” He lines his cock up with your entrance and begins to push inside. He tries to hold himself back, but your slick, warm walls causes his control to snap. He sheathes himself inside of you with one sharp thrust of his hips, and you wail as you instantly cum at the feeling of being stretched so wide.
He begins to fuck you ruthlessly through your orgasm, overstimulating you into two more orgasms before he begins to batter the entrance to your womb. Precum leaks from his cockhead, and you can feel your cervix begin to get just as hot as the rest of your body.
“This will feel weird, but I promise you’ll fucking love it, my mate,” Katsuki chuckles, claws digging into the flesh of your thighs as he begins to make short, sharp thrusts into you.
You pant as you feel him begin to prod your cervix open agonizingly slow, and you throw your head back and wail out another orgasm as you feel him fully penetrate your womb. Your body convulses into the most intense orgasm you have ever had, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you writhe and tremble on the floor.
Your cunt flutters around the cock in your womb, squeezing him so tightly that you can feel every ridge and bump along his cock.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, unable to say anything else as he lengthens your orgasm by continuing to thrust inside of you. One of the ridges presses along your g-spot, and you scream as your vision goes white, squirting all over Katsuki’s legs and cock. “Shit, please, too much, it’s too much - oh god - “
“Shh, shh, just fucking take it,” he grins at you, “gotta make my mate feel good, don’t I?” You feel him twitch deep inside of your womb as warmth floods your insides, and you think you black out for a second as the tension in you snaps one more time.
Your body goes completely limp, head laying back in a puddle of blood. A thought that should horrify you, but you’re too worn out to care. Katsuki pulls out of you more gently than he’s treated you so far, rubbing and pressing down on your stomach. You whimper as you glance down at the bulge there, feeling your cunt gush a mixture of your cum and his.
“What are you going to do with me now?” You manage, your whole body feeling weird. Your skin seems too tight along your body, and heat still burns through your system.
“You’re my mate now, dumbass,” he snorts. “I pumped you full of enough hormones that you’ll change, become more like me. More able to handle me,” he chuckles with sadistic amusement. “Now sleep, and when you wake up, we’ll be home.”
Summary: After a particularly passionate afternoon Kakashi pampers you.
Warnings: SMUT ahead so MINORS DNI*, fem!reader, established relationship, language, marking kink, slightly sub!reader, fluff towards the end
Length: ~850 words
*dni means do not interact so please leave if you are a minor, thank you for being responsible
A/N: So this is the first piece I am putting out here for Kinktober, I am planning on making a masterlist and occasionally posting either drabbles, little fics or drawings, but we'll see how this goes since I just started uni. Sorry for the awkwardness, it took me a lot of strength to post this. If you happen to actually enjoy this or have constructive criticism please let me know!
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“Fu-fuck Ka-... Kakashi!” your voice cracks as the white haired man mercilessly pounds into you, the drag of his cock against your gummy walls building you closer and closer to the sweet release for the nth time.
His ragged breath leaves a hot trail from your face all the way to your shoulder where he starts sinking his teeth into your flesh, leaving deep marks and then kissing away at them.
“Please beautiful, just- mmph- bear with me just a little longer” He shifted his hips, pressing your legs all the way to your chest stretching you deliciously. The new sensation forces your eyes to open wide, fat tears forming in their corners, mouth agape.
The room was now filled by the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin and Kakashi’s ragged breath that turns into needy high-pitched moans at the feeling of your clamping walls around him. He stopped his ministrations on your shoulder to look at your fucked out expression and suddenly it was all too much for him too.
You would have noticed his soft hair tickling your skin but you were too focused on the electricity running under your skin as the new position allowed him to perfectly hit your sweet spot. All it took was a few more thrusts before your arms wrapped around his neck, body convulsing and shuddering as you were getting lost in the waves of your orgasm, loud wanton moans slipping past your swollen lips.
“Y/N! I- fuuck, love, you’ll make me cum…” Kakashi’s face scrunched up as his own orgasm hit him, his body flexing and his thrusts coming to a halt as he painted your convulsing walls, a pretty loud moan he would be ashamed of in any other context slipping past his soft lips.
As he was coming down from his high he pulled out of you and ever so gently started placing your legs on the bed. He started peppering butterfly kisses all over your forming bruises, body still twitching and thrashing every so often.
“Shh… I am here, it’s ok. I’m sorry my love.” As he takes a better look at your form, body spent from the multiple highs he coaxed out of you, guilt starts building up in his gut like a heavy knot.
“Y/N, are you ok?” In your fazed out state you don’t even notice he asked you something, still basking in your afterglow. Somehow he quickly managed to carefully prop you up against the pillows, the cold rim of the water-filled glass against your lips suddenly waking you up.
“I am so sorry, did I hurt you? Do you need me to bring you anything else?” Fear and sadness were written all over his face. You drink large gulps of water, a few drops trickling down your chin and rolling onto your chest, almost sizzling against your hot and sweat-covered skin. “I am fine Kakashi. No need to be so worried dear. I really enjoyed it.” Your lips curl into a smile as you stare into his dark orbs.
“Are you sure? I can prepare something for you, whatever you want: food, a hot bath, just say it and it’s yours-” His hands were cupping your cheeks, wiping away the sweat from your glistening skin, his eyes never leaving yours, looking for any sign of discomfort and most importantly searching for reassurance.
“Kakashi honey, I really appreciate you doting on me, but can we just cuddle for a bit?” you ask, pouting your bottom lip. He chuckles lowly at your antics as he carefully slumps onto his back and places you on top of him. One arm draped around you as the other mindlessly draws shapes on your arm. He kisses the top of your head inhaling the sweet scent lingering on your hair. The room fell into a comfortable silence until you decided to speak again.
“Uhm, ‘Kashi?” You raise your head to meet his gaze.
“Hn?”
“Would-would you mind having a late night, uhm bath? And maybe, a few strawberries?” Your face flushed from the embarrassment.
“Anything you want love, I just want you to feel safe and know that I will take care of you, no matter what.” You hid your head into his pectoral, face and ears red as a tomato, this man is going to be the death of you.
“Now now sweetheart, you weren’t that shy screaming my name a few minutes ago” He chuckles as he starts tickling your exposed sides. You start laughing uncontrollably and thrashing around trying to stop his ministrations. You straddle his lap and pin his hands above his head, his biceps flexing but he lets you overpower him.
You both laugh it off as you perfectly balance your nose on his. “I love you”, you barely whisper your hot breath fanning on his lips.
“I love you too, Y/N. Now, the princess ordered a bath and strawberries. Wouldn’t want to make her wait”. He winked and captured your lips into a deep kiss.
