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erenthology · 1 year ago

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Assertive

Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader

collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)

I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress.

You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.

“Do you have my phone, Eren?”

He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.

You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.

Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.

You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,

‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.

‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’

His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.

‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.

The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”

He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.

He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.

“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.

Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.

You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,

‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,

‘’that’s a good girl.’’

You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’

He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’

‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.

His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.

You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.

You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.

“Did you just pout at me?”

“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.

‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’

You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs.

“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.

‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being.

Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.

Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him.

It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants.

He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.

He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.

Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.

“stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release.

He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.

A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.

He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.

“Eren, please”

He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.

Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself.

His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen.

You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.

Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.

Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in.

He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth.

‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought.

Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’

With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room.

He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.

He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.

Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.

He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too.

“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.”

Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.

Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.

It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.

“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.

You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’

“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.

He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in. He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.

“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.

You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face.

The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.

You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.

Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it.

This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.

When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm.

“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.

Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.

When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.

‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.

‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’

He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.

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bratzbrat · 15 days ago

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✟The Witch Hunter!

pairing: a witch!hunter Katsuki Bakugo x fem!reader.

cw: mentions of death! | naked bodies! but no sexual goings on lol! | female reader! |

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⊰𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑⊱ »»————> Typhoon!

you awoke to the sounds of relentless bashing of waves against the ship's hull, wood groaning and creaking under the pressure, as the men above, desperately try to control the vessel. the room swayed violently, and cold seawater seeped through the cracks in the floorboards, pooling at your feet. disoriented, you blinked, trying to gather your bearings as the storm rattled the ship around you.

heavy footsteps stomped down the narrow staircase, and the witch hunter stormed into the room, boots splashing the shallow water. his expression was stern, as his eyes landed on you, seething with barely contained anger.

"you," he growled, stepping closer, water dripping from his soaked figure. "ya' think you're clever, don't ya'? summonin' this storm to get ya' freedom?"

you met his glare, raw hatred in his eyes, that equally matched it's color. as the ship heaved and shuddered, his not so patient patience seemed to have snapped. he took another step toward you, voice hard and gravelly in his throat. "you're the one who called it, so cut it out. now." he towered over you, looking down as he grumbled his orders.

a smirk tugged at your lips despite the intensity of the moment. "i didn't summon anything," you replied, holding your ground. "this has nothing to do with me."

"liar." he scoffed, but desperation flickered beneath his anger. "but fine. can ya' get rid of it? or not?"

"oh my~ we must be desperate aren't we?" you teased and tilted your head, feeling the sway of power shift as he waited, "let's say i help you," savoring the moment. "what's in it for me?"

"we don' have time for ya' nonsense!" his jaw tightened, and he seemed to weigh his answer before finally spitting out, "you'll have a twenty percent chance of makin' it out of this shit alive."

"twenty percent, huh? how generous of you." you raised an eyebrow, amusement gleaming in your eyes.

he didn't respond, and you took one last steadying breath before reaching up, letting yourself feel the pulsing rhythm of the storm beyond the ship's hull.

"i can't do it. not from down here," you said, after a futile attempt. his gaze lingered on you for a moment, scrutinizing, before he finally reached over and yanked your wrists down, his grip firm.

"you seem rather trusting... i might attack you..." you teased, tilting your head again, as he glared, unamused. he said nothing, again, only grabbed the chain between your shackles and hauled you from your spot, dragging you toward the stairs leading up to the deck.

"i'm going to need my hands," you smirked, holding up your shackles, testing him.

"ya didn't need 'em to mess with my crew," he shot back, as he led you up the narrow steps. rain poured down on you both as you emerged into the storm, lightning cracking out and illuminating the rolling waves that tried to swallow the ship.

just as he reached to unlock on your shackles, the ship leans, almost completely tilting over, a towering mast splintered and swung down, catching him across the shoulder. and his eyes widened as he lost his footing, the impact throwing him off balance and over the side of the ship.

you stumbled to the edge of the deck, peering overboard to see him thrashing among the waves. "captain! a man fell overboard!" you whipped around calling out.

"not my problem!" she shouted, eyes fixed ahead. she barely glanced your way, her knuckles white as she gripped the wheel, futilely fighting to steady the ship. "i've got a ship to keep from sinking."

your jaw clenched, as you looked back in water. and then, everything he did for you these past few days replayed at the front of your mind. "ffffuck..." you muttered under your breath. with a frustrated groan, you took a deep breath and launched yourself over the side, diving into the freezing water below.

you reached out to the waves and pulled them around you, forming a rapid current to pull you through the sea. the icy water stung, but you pressed on, closing the distance between you and the witch hunter's barely conscious figure. grabbing hold of the collar of his rugged wear, you used the water to push you both toward the faint outline of a coastline in the distance. and watched as one massive wave swept the ship under.

you washed ashore on a deserted, snowy coastline, the cold biting into your skin. the witch hunter laid sprawled out beside you, his chest still and face pale from the chill. shivering, you leaned over him, your fingers finding the key looped onto his belt. with a quick twist, you unlocked your shackles and tossed them aside, savoring the freedom for a split second.

the stillness of his body made your chest tighten. you placed your hands to base of his well-built torso, feeling his tense muscles beneath the cold skin. you pressed down, and dragged your fingers along his abdomen, up to his mouth, pulling the water from his lungs in a single motion. he gasped, coughing up the rest of the seawater, and his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a mix of confusion and lingering hostility, as he took in his surroundings. the snowy coastline, the storm... and you sitting nearby.

"what the hell happened?" he barked, pushing himself up on one elbow.

"you fell overboard."

"where's the ship?"

"it sank."

"you witch—you sank the fuckin' ship?!"

"no! but I did drag your ungrateful ass to shore..."

"why?" he sneered.

"you had the keys to release me." you rolled your eyes, swinging the shackles so they'd clink.

he scoffed, "of course." a bitter smirk tugging at his lips. "you're a witch, your kind only thinks about themselves."

you were shivering but didnt let that stopp you from putting him in his place. "I don't know where you got that information. and I'm not—"

"don't care." he bit back, cutting you off. teeth knocking as the cold air blew his hair away from his eyes.

he sent a glare in your direction, and didn't waste words. with a grunt, he turned and started marching off into the blizzard. you hesitated, teeth chattering as the cold bit through your soaked silken dress, before trudging after him, each step heavy in the thick snow that offered little to no protection against the freezing wind.

after what felt like hours of relentless stumbling, the blinding white finally gave way to the faint outline of a small house. a warm, golden glow flickered from inside, promising refuge. the witch hunter grunted and quickened his pace, reaching the door and knocking, his shivering figure tense with anticipation. when no answer came, he knocked again, harder, and the door creaked open slowly, revealing a simple but inviting space—a cozy bed, a small table with two chairs, and a fire crackling in the hearth, spreading warmth throughout the room.

"get in," he grumbled, stepping aside just enough for you to slip past. you didn't hesitate, the heat drawing you in instantly. you stepped further into the cozy space, glancing around at the modest furnishings "is it really alright to just, barge into someone's home like this?" you asked, feeling a bit uneasy.

"what choice do we have? we'd freeze to fuckin' death out there." bakugo shrugged, tossing a log into the fire.

"but what if the owners come back?" you pressed, scanning the room. "where would they even go during this blizzard?"

he paused, a dark smirk creeping onto his face. "they probably went out to get more firewood and died."

"thanks... that's really comforting..." you shot back, rolling your eyes, unable to suppress a nervous laugh.

"welcome to reality," he replied, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "out here. it's do or die." he dragged his gaze to you, sitting on the floor quivering near the fire.

he began peeling off his heavy, soaked layers and hanged them by the fire. after a glance in your direction, he gestured for you to do the same.

you shook your head. "I'm not exactly... covered in layers like you are." you said, gesturing to your thin, soaked silk dress that hugged every curve of your body and showed off the print of your hard nipples.

his eyes narrowed, gaze flicking over your attire, clearly unimpressed. "you're gonna freeze to death like that," he muttered.

"oh? isn't death my fate when all of this nonsense comes to end?" you chided, scooting closer to fire that lost it's warmth by the second.

"I don't intend on bringin' the corpse of one of the supposedly greatest water witches to the king." he dead panned, looking over your frame once more. "can't y'just, witch the water off us, or somethin'?"

"no." you shivered, "not in my current state..." and bowed your head, to avoid looking at him.

after about ten solid minutes of relative warmth, the fire began to crackle and flicker, the flames dying down alarmingly fast. the hunter cursed under his breath, frantically scanning the room for any sign of firewood. and the last embers finally extinguished, leaving the room in an unsettling darkness.

"fuck…" he muttered, his breath visible in the chilly air. and as if on cue, you began to shiver again, the howling wind outside becoming increasingly pronounced now that the fire was out. the damp silk of your dress still clung to your skin, amplifying your discomfort.

"take 'em off," he gruffed, as he rubbed his arms to ward off the cold.

"huh?" you shot back, incredulous.

"you heard me. take. 'em. off."

"where I'm from, its common etiquette to get to know someone better, before you tell them to take off their clothes." you jeered, bringing your hands up to 'cover' your chest.

"take 'em off or freeze to death," he replied, "I don' have time for ya' nonsense." teeth chattering as he struggled to strip off his own wet clothes.

reluctantly, you began to peel off the silk dress and the little armored details that had covered your body. the chill in the air intensified, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the cold.

"now c'mere," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

you couldn't help but smirk, a playful glint in your eye. "my my, that eager to get me in bed, huh?" you teased.

"in your dreams witch. our body heat will give us a chance at survivin' the night." he bluntly dismissed your teasing with a huff.

with a reluctant sigh, you stepped closer, crawled into the little bed next to him, and he pulled the thin covers over you, letting the warmth of his body, that surrounded you, hold you for the night.

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