Thinking So Fucking Hard About Loser/stoner Eren And Popular/mean Girl Reader............ How She'll

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

boyfriend!eren who ties his hair with your hair ties, be it pinkish or silky or has flowers on it, he will wear them regardless and endure all the teasing from jean and connie.

boyfriend!eren who takes you on long midnight drives around the city and buys you donuts and kisses your cheeks while watching the stars.

boyfriend!eren who takes you out to cheap streetfood dates when he is broke but promises to make it up to you by flying you to Dubai or Maldives when he works hard and becomes a millionaire.

boyfriend!eren who makes ramen for you at 3 am with cheese and sausage to satisfy your cravings. who scribbles away all the calories and nutritional info on the back of your fav snacks so you dont have to worry abt anything else except enjoying food. who tried to bake you a frog cake and it ended up like this.

boyfriend!eren that doesn’t care about anyone else apart from you. who once let his insecurities take over and called armin in the middle of the night bawling and sobbing about how he will die of heartbreak if you left him for some other guy. who only calmed down once you assured him and let him sleep in your arms.

boyfriend!eren who shows up at your house in the middle of the night with ice cream when you feel upset or sad. who keeps a small portable bottle of your perfume or body mist so he can smell it when you are away or when he misses you. 

boyfriend!eren who tries everyday to become a better version of himself so he can feel happy and make you and himself proud. 

okay you know that delinquent kats u did? now lets say bkg got into some trouble y/n is in charge of him. cause in my school, I was head girl, which is like student president in other school, i think.... so basically I had to like stay in detention with the people who got detention and give them lectures and stuff. this but with y/n being in charge of the students in detention, but bkg is one them cause he said some sarcastic shit. (I got carried away, but I love bkg and i love ur writing, sooo)

i never thought about the fact that head girls and student presidents are the same thing??? president sounds like more power because the word but yeah i never thought about that? also that would not run in my school omg another student running detention LOL especially if hes 18 in detention what my old old school did. also let’s change it to him being there because he got in a fight with someone and there’s other people also there for detention to lol a variety of ages. (they’re 18 here last year !!!)

he’d be so annoying trying to talk to you or distract you or something. youre doing your homework at the front while everyone’s supposed to be quiet.

“what’s the time miss?” “stop calling me that katsuki.”

“come sit next to me.” “no!” “just do what you’re doing here!” “stop distracting everyone!” and he sighs, “there’s really no benefits to being with the student prez.” and you just glare at him.

everyone else in the room definitely looking at you both in amusement and sorta confusion. about how you match, what do you have in common. you both are very attractive though.

cue katsuki throwing paper balls at you, the third one making you send him an evil glare, “katsuki stop!” and he’s smirking like, “read it.” so you open one and it’s in his ugly hand writing “i love you.” then you’re getting all embarrassed, even another student piping up to say “what does it say!?” then katsuki saying “shut the fuck up.” and you’re sighing, “katsuki stop. seriously.”

i can even imagine him being so annoying to start casual conversation with you with everyone else just there. “what are we gonna do after? i say we go to the fried chicken spot.” another glare from you, “can you keep personal conversations after detention? thank you.” “you fuckin loved it last time. i thought it wasn’t too bad—,” “shut up katsuki!” and he starts laughing.

then when he realises nothing really gets through to you, he does end up taking out his book, cocking up his feet on the desk which you say nothing to because you don’t want to start another back and forth. the whole time he just stares at you with a smirk because he knows you can feel it. so you keep looking at him like ??? and he’s just smirking and you’re like ??? and he’s just like that until you snap “stop looking at me!!” “you’re so pretty though.”

and i see it all actually getting you very annoyed because it’s done in front of everybody else in the room. what’s even more annoying is katsuki’s detention is much longer than everybody else’s so at the end it’s just you and him in the room.

so he just gets up, pushes your teacher chair back and sits in-front of you on the desk. this position now he’s looking down at you. legs spread wide, at the perfect angle to suck him off (not that you will in school… well you have before but not the point) with that annoying smile on his face. you pout, “can you go away? because of you i have to stay here an extra hour.” and he shrugs, pulling you closer, “you would have been spendin’ time with me anyway.” “not in a classroom.” “we can still do the same things here.”

you roll your eyes at him, trying to shove him off the teachers desk but obviously he doesn’t move, just bends over to give you a kiss on the forehead. you just sigh, tired and irritated, “can you just go back? incase a teacher walks in and then i’ll get in more trouble than you.”

for the first time today, bakugou does take a little sympathy on you. huffing and slowly sliding off the desk and into his desk chair. he pouts the whole time.

“for real though, do you wanna go to that chicken place after?” he’s not trying to be irritating now, he’s just asking so slowly your glare relaxes.

“yes please, i’m starving.”

“you don’t needa say please with me baby.” then he bites his lip, “come sit on my desk. if someone comes in i’ll say you’re helpin me with work.”

“no—,”

“you look like you wanna cuddle and a kiss. it’s way past the time you’d usually get our ‘evening cuddle’” he even uses his fingers as quotation marks, making you roll your eyes.

but you still get up, mumbling, “i don’t call it that.” then you perch on his desk.

he grins like a fool, “wanna sit on my lap?”

“too far.”

he shrugs, grabbing your chin and pulling you down into a kiss. you let him, sighing pleasantly into it, your arms resting on his shoulders. when you both pull away, your eyes are half lidded, glancing at the clock. “fuck, forty five minutes.”

“why don’t we just leave? nobody will check baby,” he mutters, kissing down your neck and undoing your top button.

“what if they do! and they know we’re dating and i was supposed to be looking after you.”

he quirks his eyebrow, “can you look after me, prez? i’ve got an ache in my pants.”

you hate how your eyes glance down at his crotch immediately, “not funny.”

“id look after you properly.”

“yeah i know you would. that’s why you’re sitting here.”

he still proudly smiles, literally picking you up and placing you on his lap. you fight for three seconds before giving up and just laying on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

it’s silent for a while, comfortable, just him hugging you.

“when was the last time you were even in detention? like my side?”

“dunno… you know i get out most things,” and you feel his chest rumble in a laugh. “you know when me and you were in the locker room, last thursday? i was thirty minutes late to lesson but i just said i had president stuff. avoided detention then. also when that girl, in the other class tried to say i was flirting with her boyfriend? avoided detention then even though i yanked her hair and pushed her to the ground.”

bakugou looks at you amused, “i think you’re just as bad as me princess.”

you look up, kissing his jaw, “i’m better. i don’t get caught.”

Cont of this

*Wails profusely at the idea of reader walking in on Katsuki and baby play fighting in the nursery*

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The thick mahogany door separating your hall to your living room creaked loudly as you pushed it open before kicking off your shoes. You sigh in relief; you adored your friends, but by god could Mina and Denki talk.

“Katsuki? Keiko? I’m home my babies!” You shouted into the silence of your usually noisy home, before realising that Keiko could be down for a nap.

The delicious aromatic smell of Katsuki’s noodles filtered through the air and enticed you to your spotless kitchen. A small note was left on your kitchen island with Katsuki’s neat handwriting.

Hope you had a good time out with the losers, food’s in the fridge and Kei had his bottle. We’re probably upstairs in the nursery

- love, Ki

You smiled at his loving note, before prepping the food and tucking in.

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After the delectable dish of noodles and vegetables, you meandered your way up the stairs to the large nursery you had for Keiko. You crept the white door open slowly, before tears started pricking at your eyes.

Katsuki was laying on the floor with your chunky baby resting on his chest with a tiny Dynamight costume on. Katsuki was making Keiko punch his face, revelling in his laughter.

“What the hell?! Why is this hero so damn strong?!” He pretended to be scared as he gently manoeuvred Keiko’s tiny fists to make contact with his cheeks. Keiko was giggling away, drooly mouth flashing his proud daddy his singular tooth. Katsuki let out little “pew pew” and “whoopash” noises at every point of contact.

“No more Mr Hero! I’m too weak, don’t punch me again!” He faked groans of pain as he repeatedly made Keiko punch his cheeks, before delivering the final blow.

Katsuki slumped his head to the side as he made convincing sounds of death.

“Blehhhhggg,” he moaned as he died. Keiko laughed loudly as he tried to plunge for his daddy. Katsuki let out his own laugh as he snuggled his baby closer to him.

“This certainly looks like naptime,” you laughed out loud as Katsuki jumped.

“Uhhh. He woke up?” He offered, embarrassed you saw him admit defeat for his son. You shook your head playfully as you approached your two heroes.

You picked Keiko up as he cooed in your arms.

“You did a wonderful job of beating your daddy up, Keiko,” you nuzzled your face into his slightly pink cheeks, earning a babble.

Katsuki smiled widely at his family before groaning at the way his legs had gone numb from the assault from his son. He joined your hug, swaying the three of you softly together. Katsuki pressed small kisses to each of you as Keiko burbled away. You nuzzled your face into Katsuki’s neck, smiling when you feel him smile back.

“I missed you both today,” you murmured. Katsuki continued to smile.

“We missed you too, didn’t we little guy?” He nudged Keiko, who yawned sleepily in response. He rubbed his eyes before nestling into you, breaths slowly deepening as you gave him a gentle goodnight kiss.

“Time for a real nap now, isn’t it sweetheart?” You murmured, giving your husband a pointed look, who only let out a breathy laugh.

“Ain’t my fault he’s a damn good hero.”

UH OH, HE’S A DILF — #TOJI FUSHIGURO

FEM! READER X TOJI FUSHIGURO

a series of writing where in toji is that dilf.

reply to be part of the taglist !!!

didn’t think i’ll make this a series but i think i have to now, i enjoy this so much <3

[soon] DILF IN AMUSEMENT! — #FIRST MEETING

the first time you met toji fushiguro.

DILF IN QUESTION! — #TOJI’S SECRET

you learn toji’s rightful secret.

DILF IN TROUBLE! — #TOJI’S WORK WIFE

you learn about toji’s work wife.

[soon] DILF IN JEALOUSY! — #COLLEGE BOYS

toji fushiguro hates those dumb college boys who can’t leave his pretty baby alone.

[soon] DILF IN LOVE! — #EX WIFE

you meet toji’s ex wife.

— I GOT SWEET TASTE FOR MEN WHO ARE OLDER, IT’S ALWAYS BEEN SO, IT’S NO SURPRISE.

Possessive!Eren please??

eren x fem!reader | warnings: smut/pwp, dubcon, dirty talk, jealousy, possessiveness, toxic behavior, overstimulation, semi-public, rough sex, mentions of creampie, multiple orgasms, mean dom!eren, breeding kink

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Eren likes to believe that he is a very patient person. But even he has his limits — limits which seem to grow thinner whenever you come into the picture.

He is a good boyfriend, or so you tell him. He takes care of you, listens to you when you’re going through something, cherishes you whenever he can. You’re his entire world, he would never do something that could upset you.

He just doesn’t know why you don’t do the same when it comes to him.

“E-Eren, please,” you hiccup, hands sprawled on the wall, ass perking up for him to grope. The ruined fabric of your underwear is pushed aside, soaked by a mixture of your wetness and his cum, skirt thrown over your back so his cock could plunge deep inside your tight hole. Your legs are shaking by now, the result of your last orgasm, but your boyfriend doesn’t give you any sign of stopping. “S-So much.”

He growls behind you, the sound shooting straight down to your core. Your pussy clenches around his thick length, trying to milk more of his cum out. “You’re taking whatever I give you,” he says. “You should be glad you’re getting anything at all after the fucking night you’ve put me through.”

You still can’t understand what you did wrong, even if Eren has explained to you already. It was such a nice party, you were just trying to be friendly by talking to his friends — and Jean and Connie were funny, you stressed: you were just laughing at their jokes. Not flirting with them. But no matter the rationalizations you threw his way, Eren wasn’t relenting. He has been pissed off the entire night, and now he’s giving you what you deserve.

Yes, Eren is a patient man. But he has his needs. He finds it absurd that you ran from his grasp the entire night, not letting him hold you the way he wanted; squirming a little every time he tried to kiss you. Let’s not make a scene, you had whispered, embarrassed, before paying more attention to any other man but him. A scene, he thought, how pathetic. Like you even knew what a scene was. There was nothing else that Eren wanted to do other than shove your panties down and fuck you full of his cum right in front of everyone else, so they could see who you belong to. That would be a scene. Not one fucking kiss.

The party moved on, and Eren’s possessiveness over you only grew, erupting into him dragging you out of your seat and up the stairs so you two could have a little talk. Now here you are, being fucked against the wall of Armin’s bedroom, trying your best to muffle your moans so the party underneath doesn’t hear you.

“Shit. You’re way too fucking tight,” Eren curses behind you, his large palms gripping the globes of your ass. Your breasts are squeezed tightly against the cold wall, blouse open and tits spilling out of your bra. You can still feel his saliva on your skin, from when he had sucked your nipples earlier. “This pussy is mine, baby. Don’t you fucking forget it.”

You nod, a little dizzy. “It’s all yours, Eren.”

“Then act like it,” he throws back, fucking you especially fast. His cock is mercilessly splitting you open, stretching your pussy out with every new lunge of his hips. Eren grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head backwards until the back of it is leaning against his broad shoulder. “Tell me it’s mine.” He groans. “Tell me.”

“This pussy is yours, Eren,” you sob. “I’m yours, please.”

He smirks, tugging your hair a little more. You cry out at the sharp feeling, but your walls clench around him. “Gonna let me fuck this tiny pussy full of my cum?” He asks. He has already cum twice inside you and yet he still asks: he wants to hear you beg for it. “Again and again until you’re so fucking stuffed you can’t even think?”

“Yes, yes,” you cry out, feeling as your pussy tightens painfully around his cock. You’re so close to another orgasm, legs shaking as you try to support your body. You don’t know how much longer you can take that, but you can’t stop it either. “Cum in me, Eren, please.”

Eren hisses, his other hand sliding up your torso to squeeze your breast. You moan loudly, a sound which turns into a frail whimper once you realize the party guests probably heard you. “Gonna fucking breed you,” he promises, “so you don’t forget who you belong to.”