AYO Y'ALL DOIN TOO MUCH, LIGHT FUCKING HEADED

AYO Y'ALL DOIN TOO MUCH, LIGHT FUCKING HEADED

SO FUCKING HOT

okay but imagine dom Eren calling you mommy bc he knows you like it and you’re just a whining mess and when he’s about to come he’s like “fuck mommy you make me feel so good.” and you just squeeze him and he comes right then and there while screaming mommy gn

thirst??? i think yes, i never wrote a mommy kink b4 so bare with me bestie </3

“fuck,” eren’s hand slid from your hip until it was beside your head, his deft fingers gripping the sheets and twisting them in his hand as he fucked into you, hips meeting yours with every thrust. “mommy,”

you could feel yourself fluttering around him, saliva threatening to spill from the corners of your open mouth while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you were succumbed to pleasure, every inch of you feeling light and dizzy from the way eren slid out of you until you were only squeezing his tip, to back inside of you until it brushed your cervix making your body jerk from underneath him.

you were hot and sweaty, but you couldn’t get enough of him, of what he was giving you, filling you up so nicely, pressing against the curve of your back and muttering profanities into your ear that you could barely comprehend— although you weren’t positive if he knew what he was blabbering himself, his words slurred and lazy.

you rocked back into him every time he rammed into you, and you didn’t even realize the whines you were letting out, begging eren to go faster, go harder, do something, because your orgasm was brushing you with the tip of its fingers— so close, yet you couldn’t grab onto it, you just needed a little more from eren, you just needed him to give you a little more. 

“eren, please.” you sobbed, body shaking from the pleasure, and you heard eren grunt from beside you as he stopped for a second, his breath fanning your ear, brown locks of his hair falling into his face trying to block your vision as well. “almost there, fuck, fuck me please.”

“fuck,” he shudders, grinding his hips into yours and letting his eyes close at your pleas. you felt so good around him, almost too good. the euphoria you brought was so prevalent, the way you sucked him up and let your slick give him easy access to sliding in and out of you must’ve been what heaven felt like, and he told you so, “mommy, you make me feel so good.”

and that was all it took for you. your body practically crumbled, legs going jello and a nasty moan being let out by you as you squeezed eren impossibly tight, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave and everything ceased to exist but you and eren. 

your vision blurred, body convulsing, your walls convulsing, cries of eren’s name filling the room and that was all it took for him to spill his seed inside of you, filling you up and making him whimper that same nickname from where his head sat on your shoulder. 

you didn’t even feel the weight he rested on you, arm beside your head collapsing until he was pressed as close as possible to your back, breathing heavily as were you. 

you were fucked out, you couldn’t even mutter words to get him off of you, just letting your legs give out and slide down until eren himself pulled out and rolled over onto the bed beside you, sheets sticking to your skin and his cum leaking out of your hole, daring to stain those same sheets below you. 

he finally opens his eyes, arm reaching over to pull you against him, not wanting to worry about the clean-up, just wanting to feel you against him in a non-sexual manner, and you let him. 

pink lips pressed against your temple, and you wondered how he was still able to move, your own body still twitching from the onslaught of your climax. “was that good?” he murmurs, the sudden softness in his voice trying to make you melt in his arms.

he was always like this after sex, no matter how dirty no matter how rough, he made you feel good, reminded you of the eren that you took refuge to, and he became your safe haven again, fingers carding through your hair and peppering kisses on the body parts he could reach. “yes,” you managed to reply.

“good, good... cause next time, we’re doing that again.”

the sex ed guide your parents didn't give you

how to put a condom on

where to get free birth control

the hymen debunked 

cleaning your vibrators 

how to avoid pressures

signs you may be pregnant

safe guide to anal sex

all about dental dams

disabled sexual resources

what is hiv?

feminist porn

female ejaculation

fisting 101

communication during sex

setting sexual boundaries

bdsm vs abuse

lube during sex

the clitoris

sex education games

understanding gender

what to do if your nudes were leaked

intersex

sexual consent

all about masturbation

tips for your first time

As much as I love s4 eren, I really do miss loud, fighting with Jean, anxious to fight a titan Eren.

A fucking mistake

I told myself I would never get into AOT because why. And I thought it looked scary. But out of pure boredom and sitting around the house doing nothing, I finally watched it. A mistake I say. Now I’m completely invested and quite frankly I feel like I’m losing my mind. I have never felt so invested in a character in my life. Like on god Eren can fuck me silly.

fluff alphabet: eren jaeger

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au, more fluff but that’s what you come here for at this point

↯ word count: 3.5k… again… i’m sorry…?

↯ notes: i don’t know why all of these are so long, but here you go again

Activities — What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Honestly, anything. I’ve said before that I think the love language he gives/expresses the most is quality time. That being said, almost anything you want to do, Eren is down to do with you.

In fact, you don’t even have to do anything. Eren just likes being in your presence. He could spend several days inside your apartment doing nothing but talking to you.

He does get a little antsy sometimes, so he would plan fun dates to get you both out of the house; but again, if you wanted to plan something instead of him, he wouldn’t be opposed.

Takes you to places like amusement parks and fairs, bars/new restaurants, swimming, basically anything he can find. His guilty pleasure is karaoke, and insists that the both of you get drunk and sing your little hearts out to pop songs until 1am. 

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