Please God, I want to impregnate Eren so bad. I want him to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing abs. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins. Ereh is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see his beautiful figure even though it's behind that unnecessary hobo uniform. I yearn for him in a way both primal and spiritual. I eat more baguettes than every Frenchman in history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy abs. I want to listen to him moans as my manhood throbs within him, I want to hear his heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union. I want to suckle at his fatherly bosom, slurping that rich milk from his wiener as he furiously strokes my raging erection while screaming tatakae. I would stir his velvety cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. His manly screams of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand Parisian operas. I would make love to him until my body gave out, and then some. I would let him break my rib cage with any part of his body. I would let him hit me with his attack titan just to be near him for a brief moment. He's so perfect it hurts. Every moment without him I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want him, I need him.