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that’s cute, but that was a reminder to stay on birth control 😓

overwhelemed, eren jaeger

you let out a frustrated sigh as the cool air spread goosebumps across your wet skin. you watched the mess crowding your feet as you tiredly tied a knot in the towel wrapped around your body.

your four year old looked up at you with a bright grin, sprinkles and other sweet treats spilled across the floor carelessly. caramel syrup had been sprayed along the walls, chcoolate drizzle smushed into the seats of your grey sofa; your living room and kitchen was practically the sugar factory; thanks to your daughter.

words tried to find their way to your throat, but you couldn’t process anything at the moment. you were stuck. the only emotions that flowed your veins were sadness, anger, and frustration.

your four year old, emiko was babbling incoherent words as she continued to rub god knows what into her freshly washed clothes. you felt pathetic to know that at least she hadn’t touched the stove or anything dangerous.

five minutes. five minutes you were in the shower, attempting at a quick wash and go before your little trouble maker woke up from her much needed nap. you baby proofed nearly everything in the house and it still amazed you at the fact that emiko was able to reach all of it.

tears brimmed your eyes as you continued looking at the mess. words couldn’t even explain how you were feeling. your body was practically nearly dry as you contemplated what to do. you didn’t even want to clean up the mess; you were so tired.

you and eren had decided to try gentle parenting when it came to raising emiko. your family never done it, eren’s parents died at a young age, so if there was one thing you two were gonna do right when it came to ur little girl; it was be patient with her.

but now your patience was definitely wearing thin. it amazed you how much emiko took after eren. you were never a child that misbehaved; but eren was. every thing he had to have his sticky little fingers on, and it seemed he passed that down to your child. you almost hated him for it.

with tremored hands, you run them through your curls, trying to figure out what to do. “emiko,” you speak calmly.

“yes mommy?” your child looks up at you with her father’s eyes. they were so hard to get mad at. but you tried to remember the absolute mess that your home was in at the moment, and you instantly erased any regret for what you were about to do.

“why did you do this?”

emiko shrugs. “i was bored,” her little hands raise in the air for a shrug. “i wanted some chocolate, mama.”

“and i told you you wouldn’t get any chocolate until you ate dinner, emiko,” you tried to explain. “why didn’t you listen to me?”

“but i wanted—“

you finally lost it. “look at what you did!” your hands flail to the mess. “emiko, you could have hurt yourself! i went to take a shower for five minutes and instead of sitting and watching tv after a nap like a good girl, you messed up the place!” angry tears streamed down your face. you had classwork to do; you were exhausted, mentally, physically and psychologically.

no one talked about the effects that having a child so young had on parents. you were battling being a full time mom, student, and good partner. eren took care of you so well that you didn’t need a job; but you did want a future career. i mean, you were supposed to be in college anyways. but sometimes being able to stay home wasn’t enough. you were overwhelmed.

and instead of dropping out of high school when you found out you were pregnant with emiko, you continued on with your education and made the best of it. but constantly coddling an energetic toddler who couldn’t help but do kid things while trying to do your challenging coursework as eren worked was hard on you.

emiko’s lips tremble. “mommy i—“

“emiko,” you sighed, holding your tongue. “just go to your room. now. go get ready for bed, please,” your voice came out as a hoarse whisper. tears streamed fown emiko’s brown face as she ran to her room.

with a sigh, you take a seat on the dirty sofa, too tired to even care about dirtying your towel. you were tired of having to explain so much. eren always reminded you to be patient with emiko as he wished someone was with him, but you couldn’t handle it sometimes. you were too stressed out.

you understood that it took a while for emiko to grasp onto certain concepts, but you knew how smart your daughter was; she was far from stupid, especially at four years old.

you sat on the sofa nearly half naked with your head in your hands crying for about an hour and a half before eren finally came home. at a gaze upon the living room, his face twists in confusion. “fuck happened here?”

you were too busy sobbing to even acknowledge his presence like you usually did. it was hard, you were hard on yourself because you felt like you couldn’t do anything right. not to mention that emiko was a complete daddy’s girl, only listening to her father whenever he was home. but then again, that was her way of craving attention from her father. it had finally hit you.

it made sense that emiko acted out with you until eren finally came home. eren was usually the lenient one, but emiko just loved being in the presence of her father. she knew that the times she acted out, eren would sit and talk with her, and she’d enjoy it. she loved talking to her daddy.

you and eren thought you were doing good in parenting, but you both had a lot to work on.

“why you crying baby?” eren frowns as he walks over to your crouched stature.

“your daughter,” you sniffled. “trashed the house, messed up the walls and the furniture after i told her no chocolate before dinner. i-i went to take a shower and t-then came back to t-th—“ you couldn’t even finish speaking cuz you broke down again. how could you ever explain how you felt without coming off as an asshole or a bad mother?

“mama,” eren rubbed your bare arms, crouched over your state. he could hear the tiredness breaking into your voice. he knew that you needed a break. “it’s alright, i’ll clean it up—“

“no, eren, it’s not alright,” you fight not to snap at him. “it’s not fucking alright. you’re never home and i’m always trying so hard to be patient, but emiko doesn’t fucking listen. i let her get away with so much shit and she only listens to you because she knows you’ll give her attention that way. you’re barely ever home and she sees that,” you cry. “her acting out is the only way to get you to pay attention to her lately but it’s affecting me, it’s affecting the way i parent her—it’s all too much! she stresses me the fuck out!”

eren remains silent at your words. “am i bad mother eren?” you whispered.

your boyfriend takes offense to your words and immediately stands up. “what?” fuck no! i never ever say that shit again, y/n. deadass.”

“i can’t even work with my own daughter, eren!” you yell. “i try—i try not to yell at her because i know what yelling did for me. i try to explain things to her instead of punishing her for doing child things. but i’m so tired i just—“

eren cuts you off by cradling your shaking body in his arms. “what do you need princess? tell me what you need from me baby.”

you rest your head on his chest and cry silently. “i want you to be home more. i want emiko to see you more often so that she doesn’t need to feel the need to act out just to get your attention. i know you be tired when you come home from work but please, eren. i cannot do this by myself.”

“i know, baby,” eren mutters into your hair, rubbing your back. “i’ll talk to emiko.”

“i’m sorry,” you frown, wiping your face. “i know the house is a fucking mess, i was gonna clean, but i just— i can’t. it’s too much for me—“

“not your fault,” eren reassures you. “emiko and i will clean it up. you go and do your homework for the night, baby. i got this.” you give your man a look of adoration before pecking his lips and heading back in the shower. you needed to be alone.

when eren hears the door of the bathroom close, he lets out a deep breath and stares at the mess before him. it looks like a bunch of children started a home invasion and had a food war in your living room.

after a few seconds, he called emiko out. “emiko, baby!”

almost immediately, little feet run to the living room, and an excited emiko is ready to jump on her father but frowns when she sees an unhappy look on his face.

“yes daddy?”

“c’mere.” eren crouches down to his daughter’s level. “mommy told me what you did today. why did you do this?”

swaying with her hands behind her back, emiko doesn’t answer. “you’re not in trouble, em. daddy just wants to talk to you, yeah? you made mommy cry tonight, you know that?” emiko shakes her head in response. “words, princess.”

“no,” emily responds. “i didn’t mean to make mommy cry,” she admitted honestly.

“i know you didn’t mean to, emmy,” eren told her. “she said you weren’t listening her and still touched something that she told you, you couldn’t have. were you upset because you had to wait for the chocolate?”

“yeah,” emiko admits, looking elsewhere. eren knew his daughter. he knew that her mind was already drifting off somewhere and he needed to bring her back to attention.

“emmy, come back to me,” eren directed her. emmy’s small attention span flipped back to her father who continued his lecture. “because you poured out all the chocolate and the candy and sweets, now you don’t have any chocolate to eat. you know that, right?”

emiko looks around at her mess, finally taking in the damage she had done. tears brim the girl’s eyes as she frowns. “i know you’re upset about that baby, but the consequences of not listening to mommy is that now you don’t have any chocolate to eat for desert. you used it all.” eren explained, trying to empathize with the child.

“i’m sorry, daddy,” emiko sniffled.

“don’t apologize to me, baby. mommy is very sad right now and you wanna apologize to her to make her feel all better, right?” the young girl nodded her head. “alright, let’s clean up this mess. go get the dustpan for these sprinkles.”

emiko nodded her head and ran to the kitchen while eren grabbed some supplies to clean the walls and furniture. by the end of the night as you had gotten ready for bed, there was a small knock at your door. “come in.”

as the door opened, no one had walked in, but you looked down and saw emiko’s small figure making her way to your side of the bed. “i’m weally sorry for the mess i made mommy. and being disobedient and not listening to you.”

you give your little girl a small smile. “i understand you get mad when i tell you no to certain things, emiko, but you have to listen to me. you were gonna get the chocolate, but i just told you to wait. because now that you ate it before ang real food, your stomach is gonna hurt you all day tomorrow. you see why you should always listen to mommy?” your daughter nodded her head in response.

“i promise to always listen to you,” she nods confidently.

you smile brightly and lift her up on your lap. “alright then baby. i forgive you.”

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.

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.”