Omg, Lawrd

omg, lawrd 😩

take me now, eren!!

what did he say? eren jaeger

you usually didn’t argue with your ex boyfriend in public like this. usually you’d take him to a bathroom in order to prevent your business was spreading but having dated eren jaeger—he always knew just how to pull your strings.

“bye i’m not boutta argue with no one who just had they anklet dangling up by my ear last weekend,” you hear him mutter under his breath.

your eyes widen. “what you jus’ said?”

eren’s pretty lips form a smirk. “y’heard me mama. i’m not boutta sit here and argue wit’ you when you was just filled with my cum last friday. stop it.” he knew just how to shut your brat ass up. luckily everyone around you were too busy with the party to notice.

you two were arguing for the millionth time about the real reason why you broke up. you swore eren was entertaining other girls, but he tried his hardest to convince you that it wasn’t true.

“what, cat got your tongue baby?” amusement is laced all in his tone as he watches blood rush to your dark brown cheeks. “come on, let’s go.” eren leans his hand over to grab yours but you hesitantly scoot back. with unsure eyes, you slowly place your hand in his own tattooed with the exact replica of your beautiful eye on it in a pyramid.

eren warmly wraps his hand around yours as you two walk to the nearest bathroom hand in hand. shutting the door behind him, he leans against it and gives you knowing eyes. “you ready to stop acting like a baby?”

“glad to know you think my emotions are childish,” you mutter, turning your back to him.

eren chuckles. it really was hard to take you seriously when your ass was nearly suffocating in the fabric of your skims dress and your tits were one bounce away from a nipple malfunction. man he missed having them in his mouth. you were so cute.

“nah, they not childish baby. the way you act is, though. ‘s cute,” eren chuckled. “crazy you’d think i’d fuck another bitch and have a baby on you, but aight.”

you rolled your eyes. maybe the baby part was far fetched. but the messages didn’t lie. “i saw them messages, eren.”

“and i told you. that baby’s not mine. honest,” eren’s voice remains calm as he stands on his defense. “not fuckin’ no one else but you. ask my doctor.”

you roll your eyes once more at his words, your glasses resting at the bridge of your small nose. “you are so annoying.”

with a chuckle, eren grabs your waist and pulls your backside against his chest. with a seift hand up your dress, his tattooed fingers immediately found way to the thin fabric covering your clit.

“come on, you know i’d never cheat on my pretty girl like that,” he whispered against his neck. “my smart girl, you just love playing detective, huh?”

you let out a moan once his lips touched the base of your neck. you were wearing the perfume he loved. but as he kissed along your pretty brown skin, a switch inside you flipped. “tell me you didn’t fuck her. you didn’t cheat on me with her or anyone else. tell me you didn’t and i’ll give you this pussy right now.”

eren’s finger slips behind your pussy and already begins to rub the cum staining your thighs. “you gon give me this pussy? my pussy?” he teases in a low tone. “promise baby?”

another moan escapes from your mouth as eren’s middle finger enters you. “long as you tell me the truth, i’ll let you do whatever you want baby. cum in me and everything. just please don’t lie to me.”

“you know i hate lying to you, mama,” eren mutters as he adds his ring finger. a long whine drips out of you as you rest your head back against his shoulder. “wouldn’t lie to you. not about this.”

“say it daddy,” you begin to feel your knees bucking. “tell me i’m the only one that gets to fuck you. the only one who has your heart. please tell me.”

eren’s fingers are pumping in and out of you slowly. “you’re the only one that gets to fuck me,” he breathes out. “only one that gets to love me, that gets to suck my dick off, only one who’d ever carry my kids. on my mom, i promise baby.”

you knew eren was telling the truth when he put everything on his dead mother, the same one he hardly ever spoke about.

tears stream down your face as you think about the months you spent thinking eren was unfaithful to him. al the girls trying their hardest to destroy your relationship actually won for a while. eren was always straight up about everything he did.

“you forgive me princess? daddy didn’t mean to make you cry,” eren’s free hand comes up to pull your boobs out from your dress. rubbing the soft flesh in between his hands like a stress ball, he begins to rub circles on your clit with the other.

you eagerly nod your head as you feel your orgasm approaching. and like always, eren talked you through it as he completely demolished your cunt. “gonna cum all over my fingers pretty girl? come on, you can do it, i got you. cum for me mama. good girl. good fucking girl.”

lawrd😩😫

⋆♱ wakeup2dis ⋆♱ eren j.

the sun hasn’t raised up and you woke up clenching your thighs together after the wet dream you woke up from noticing that eren was up with just his pajama pants on. his dick following his footsteps as he approached you from the balcony rolling his blunt. his hair in the messy man bun, his tattoos decorated his skin and his ear piercing shining in the mid dark room. you two ended up in bed passing the blunt to one another, not paying attention to the low tv in the background. playing too much around eren and telling him about your little dream about him blowing your back out. and you in nothing but a braless white wife beater and a thong that was hooked on your ass cheek which was constantly getting hard smacks. the bed rocking back and forth from your husband’s hard nonstop thrust. he tugged on your tank top for your ass to meet his pelvic just to hear those skin slapping noises along with the squelching of you creamy pussy. your brazilian wig lace in a messy bun as the baby hairs sticks to your forehead from the sweating. eren groans at how tight your clench around his cock and the white cream that coated his dick whenever he went balls deep in you. spreading your asscheeks just to smack them to see how it recoiled. your face was hot from the heavy toxic smell of weed eren was smoking. ” oh my…goddd” you moaned try to find something to hold on to as eren pressed your arch lower to deepen his strokes. “ throw that shit back mama” the sudden action caused you to scream rolling your eyes and eren murmuring little “ fucks” and “ shit”. “ god- eren shittt- you’re too deep!”. “ yeah? how deep am i mamas- is it here?” he emphasized pressing on your stomach listening to how broken your whining and your moans became. “ please- ‘ren slow down” he ignored you grabbing your chin letting you teary eyes meet his low red ones as he blew the smoke on your face chuckle at how you shut your eyes closed. he put out the blunt on the ashtray near the big bed you shared pressing open mouthed kisses on you plump lips and your neck. he gripped the headboard of the bed eying you with low eyes and a smile on his pretty face. how your wet lashes kissing your cheeks, nose all pink and runny from the cries and lips swollen. with your arch breaking and your thighs and legs shaking you began to babble non understandable words. mind all clouded and going dumb. “ what you trynna say baby?” you felt close and so overstimulated and tried to get away from the tall strong man you gripped on your hips not letting you run away knowing that both of you were close to your climax. “ why you runnin’ away- you gon’ take all this ma”. hearing how he talked to you had your cunt sucking him in if you weren’t doing so already. you forgot to warn eren before you squirted, soaking his whole dicks and pelvic. he laughed behind you, tapping his tip to help you with your release before entering you again to release his cum deep inside of you. <3

my heart🥺 🤍

i’d luv more Eren Dad fics 😭🫶🏾

wanna have this man’s kids so bad.

daddy’s sick princess, eren jaeger

eren and emiko would be literal twins. when his daughter was just 12 months old, they started to do everything together. eren would sit back against the living room sofa with emiko either laid against his chest while he scrolled through social media, silently watching his screen or she’d be right beside him, pacifier in mouth as she watched team umizoomi on the tv.

it was one of those slow days. you were stuck at school with night classes, so eren fortunately spent the day taking care of his baby girl. he could tell a small cold was dawning upon her, and when you heard the small wheezes in her breath as she slept this morning, you contemplated staying home to take care of her.

but, eren reassured you that he’d be with her every moment of the day and ‘a little lovin’ from her papa was bound to make her feel better’. you’d bit your lip in contemplation. you did have a final today, and you trusted eren with emiko more than anyone (she was literally his daughter). but when it came to your daughter being sick, your overbearing mom senses took over and you wanted nothing but to smother her in your maternal care.

eren wasn’t having it though. “babe, go! i helped create her too, ya know. i took care of mikasa and my mom whenever they got sick. ‘m pretty sure i can take care of my daughter even better. now you’re gonna miss your test, go!”

you gave eren a look from inside your car as he peered at you through the open window. with a sigh, you pecked his lips and frown. “give her a kiss for me.”

“i will. good luck on your test, mama.”

and that was how he’d gotten stuck in the position he was in now; with emiko mindlessly watching team umizoomi as she silently sucked on her blue pacifier, eren’s hanging pointer finger lodged in the tight grip of her small hand.

most of the times she was such a good baby; you never had any trouble with getting her to settle down. especially with eren around. but she couldn’t be too far away from her father; any time eren tried to rest her in her playpen to piss for a second—emiko started wailing. she always had to be touching her daddy.

at the sound of eren laughing at a funny video, emiko removed her beautiful brown-green eyes from the TV and looked up at her amused father with big orbs. “what?” he smiled down at her. “you wanna laugh too?”

emiko is taken aback when her father grabs onto her small body and begins tickling her. she’s fighting to keep the pacifier between her single tooth, but fails as the binky falls onto eren’s lap, followed by a long string of drool. emiko’s laugh floods the living room with happiness.

“gross, you little monster,” he teased, blowing raspberries into her tanned stomach. “you’re probbaly hungry. let’s see if mommy left any milk for you. cuz lord knows i’an got breast milk,” eren mutters, getting up from the couch with his baby in his arms.

he first heads to the kitchen sink to rinse off emiko’s pacifier. when it’s clean, he places the binky back in her mouth to which she gladly accepts. now gripping onto his shoulder, emiko sat upright as she watched her father search the fridge for one of her bottles.

“thank god,” eren mutters to himself as he sees four bottles completely filled with breast milk in the fridge door. “lunch time,” he sings, placing it in the bottle warmer. as the milk heated up, eren lightly bounced emiko on his hip, humming the tune to sesame street.

thick coughs left emiko’s mouth as she waited for her food. eren was just about to check if she was okay, but was taken aback when the pacifier was thrown out of her mouth from a mucus filled sneeze that covered the poor girl’s entire lower face. “daddy daddy,” was all she babbled.

“oh, princess,” eren frowns as two more small coughs leave emiko. despite her snotty nose and mouth, she still rested her head on her father’s chest, just wanting to be held. “come here babe, lemme wipe your nose.”

grabbing a wipe, eren cleaned up emiko’s face before taking out the bottle. strings of “daddy” left emiko’s congested throat as she watched eren shake her bottle cool.

“i know baby, i know,” eren sighed. “daddy’s gonna give you your bottle, give you a bath, then rub some vick’s on you and put you to sleep, m’kay?” he told her as if she was able to respond. emiko held her hand out for her now cool bottle and eren proudly gave it to her.

as the pair walked back to the living room, eren’s phone vibrated on the couch. he had set himself up with emiko sideways against his chest but still in view of the tv as he uncapped her bottle before finally answering the call.

“hey mama, you take the test yet?”

“i did, but i don’t think i did well. i kept thinking about emiko the whole time,” your face frowned as you came up in the camera. at the sound of her mother’s soft voice, emiko looked up at eren’s phonewith her bottle still shoved in her mouth. she knew how to differentiate the voices of her parents. “how’s my little tiana doing?”

eren smiled as he tilted the camera downward, putting emmy’s small face in view. “hi my baby!” you coo, excited to see your child. emiko gives you a single toothed smile. “her fever gone down?”

“little bit,” eren shrugged. “she kinda sneezed the shit out herself and her chest is still phlegmmy so i was gonna give her a vick’s rub later.”

you nod your head, unfortunately on your way to your next class. “she bathe yet?”

“nah, i was gonna do that after i gave her a bottle. she pretty much slept all day since you left so i wanted her to eat first.”

“okay ren, don’t forget to burp her and make sure that shit is loud. or else you’re gonna be bathing her in vom—“

“i know i know, baby,” eren playfully rolled his eyes, waving you off. “i’m a great dad, see?” he tilted the camera to show emiko now invested in spongebob.

you grin at him, so happy you chose the right person to have kids with. “yes you are.”

after emiko finished her food and had settled it with a burb, eren held her against his shoulder as he prepared a bath for her. he made sure to turn the heat on twice as high as you two usually would have it for a bath seeing that she had a cold.

just as he bought the already sleepy baby out the steamy bathroom, he rested her on the bed beside her cookie monster jammies that unironically matched with his and changed her into the warm suit. before zipping it up, eren grabbed a finger full of vick’s vapor rub and smoothed it against his hands, warming the cream up before calmly rubbing it against emiko chest.

“there you go baby,” he mumbles, giving her tummy small rubs. when be finished, he button her onesie back up and propped her already sleeping body to rest beside him on the bed. “hopefully this makes my little princess feels better. mommy swears by this shit.”

by the time you got home around ten, you weren’t suprirsed to see eren sleeping on the bed in his own cookie monster pajamas with a matching emiko cradled into jos chest, multiple pillows behind her for support against the edge of the bed.

just thinking about those 3 years we missed together

3 years of no dick🤦🏽‍♀️

☆ — gojo x f!reader | daddy's home

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content warnings : smut , mdni , nsfw , size difference , kisses , pet names ( good girl, love, etc ) , possessive sex , raw / unprotected sex , breeding , multiple orgasms , breath play / choking , mating press , dacryphilia , overstimulation , squirting , praising , creampies , tummy bulge , dumbification , make-up sex , established relationship , hints of a toxic relationship

word count : approximately 960 words

꒰ note ꒱⋆ .˚ haiii guys (: sorry for being inactive, writer's block was WILD. here's a drabble of gojo in honor of his release ♡

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“baby? you there?” your eyes fluttered open, how many hours has it been? you passed out already but he just doesn’t stop. “can we take a break..?” you hiccuped, throat dry and voice hoarse. your pussyhole was going numb from how long gojo has been fucking you. he was angry hours ago, about how you wanted to end the toxic relationship.

you had a heated argument with him, you even slapped him across his pretty face. he knows that he's not treating you very well, but he just couldn't bring himself to let go of you. he never apologizes easily, his pride was taller than him. so his plan to make up with you was to fuck your brains out. 

“there you go again,” he frowns, “you're so selfish,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around your neck, squeezing slightly. your jaw hangs open as you gasp for air weakly, eyes slowly rolling back as your mind goes hazy from the lack of air. “you're gonna leave me hmm?” he looked down, watching how his thick cock disappeared into your pussy, swallowing his length wholeheartedly. “no one else is gonna fuck you this good.” he shudders, his leaky tip poking the gummy spot deep inside you repeatedly. “and no one else is gonna love you like I do.” 

you clawed at his muscular arms, burying your nails slightly in desperation for air. a thick and foamy mixture of your juices and his cum surrounded the base of his cock and your wet folds. you were taking him so deep all the way to the base, his happy trail and trimmed pubic hairs were coated with your wetness. the scene was messy, especially the sheets. all damp from how much you've squirted, some of his cum dribbling out of your cunt. “c-can't breathe..” both of your hands held onto his wrist, trying to pull his hand away. “say you won't leave me.” his grip tightens, eyes hooded. “w-won’t leave…you..love you—” you choked out as tears started to stream down your plush cheeks, “so much.” 

he lets go of your throat and you gasp for air, “good.” he chuckled lowly. “there she is,” he cups your cheek, “my good girl.” his needy lips reached for your swollen ones, his velvety tongue sliding past yours. your back arched as his thumb flicked your oversensitive clit, he pushed you back down by placing his hand on your stomach, pressing the bulge in your belly. “satoru...I feel dizzy,” you babbled, “good.” he huffed “gonna fuck you so dumb that you won't ever think of leaving me again.”

to tell the truth, he was fucking scared that you'll finally leave him. to him, this was his calling call to change for the better, for you. when he imagines someone else fucking his pretty girl like this, his blood boils. 

he stares at you for a moment, admiring how pretty you are even while crying. but he wanted you to cry from pleasure, not from pain. especially the pain that he caused. 

his expression softened, and he leans down to cage you in his arms, staring into your eyes sincerely. “m’sorry baby.” he cups your cheek, flooding your jawline with tiny kisses. “m’so sorry. I know I'm a fuckin’ asshole.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you sobbed. 

“I love you,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. he thrusts into you, still rough but you could tell something had changed. he was being…nicer? your cunt spasmed around his length, causing him to groan. “you're so fuckin’ good f’me love, always putting up with my bullshit.” he chuckles huskily, his face buried in the crevice of your neck, inhaling the sweet and familiar scent. his cock pounding your pussy steadily, lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and breathy gasps were music to his ears. “so fuckin’ perfect.” he grunts, pushing your knees to your chest. you gasp at the sudden change of positions, the fat tip of his dick directly positioned against the opening of your cervix. it was fucking painful but it felt so good at the same time, your body was melting from mindless pleasure as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears. 

“gonna make you my wife, yeah?” he pinches your clit, causing you to gush uncontrollably. your juices dripping down your thighs, “gonna put a baby in ya now, do you want one? hmm?” he rubbed your puffy clit in a slow and circular motion. his girthy cock hitting you deep inside with every thrust of his hips. “uh huh…” you hiccuped, your hearing blocked out, his voice muffled but the sound of wet skin slapping was clear. 

his thrusts were sloppy but fast, he threw his head back with his eyes shut as he finished inside you. you could feel his hot and thick load filling you up, he pulls out and grabs his cock, tapping and rubbing his tip on your sweet lil clit. releasing a few drops of cum all over your folds that were glistening with spit and cum. he continued to grind his tip on your clit as you both caught your breaths. 

“m’gonna have to stuff you more baby, just to make sure that you'll bear my child.” he grins, moaning breathlessly as his tip entered you again, causing you to whine. his stamina is ridiculous, but who are you to complain? he just wants to make his soon-to-be wife feel good, fucking you all nice and deep until your legs are trembling. destroying that sweet and tight cunt, nudging at your sweet spot every time. and to make it all the more pleasurable, satoru was dead serious about changing.

guess it was a win-win for you, eh? 

model!eren headcannons but it’s just random shit like actually

model!eren who brings home every piece of clothing he walks in and asks the designer for any of the extra pieces he can bring home for you

model!eren who has to have you at his photoshoots or at the very least have you on facetime or he can’t focus

model!eren who brings you along to the after runway parties where he shows you off to everything that breathes, especially to the girls that flirt with him on set

model!eren who fucks you good before he goes on set for his first vogue cover, sporting his after-sex glow, radiating on the cover

model!eren who’s trying to keep quiet in his dressing room while you give him the most soul erecting blowjob he’s ever had before he goes onto a nude photoshoot.

model!eren who’s cock is still embarrassingly leaking when he goes out there.

model!eren who tells the editors to leave the cum dripping down his cock in the picture.

omg y’all-my baby’s back😩

DADDY’S FUCKING HOME AHSHHDJSJSHAHSNFUDKSJHS FUCK HES SO SNSHHES SO UGHHHHHH