fighting gorillas is pussy ft eremin

eren yeager + tweets tht make me think of him - pt.1

falco is gonna wake up to the fact that colt was burnt to death while hugging him qnd he ate porco AND MY HEART IS NOT READY FOR IT

MAYBE I HAUNT YOU IN YOUR DREAMS, TOO.

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The boy who sought freedom

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- Eren Jaeger © Hajime Isayama

The Printers Smell Fear, You Know

Based on the prompt “I have to print my paper before class, you’re trying to fix the printer jam while I freak out.”

Or

You have thirteen minutes to print out a paper or you’ll fail out of university. A mysterious, handsome brunette comes to save the day. And then he dips.

Read first chapter here

Read previous chapter here

The weekend flew by, and you threw yourself back into your classes the following Monday. Even though your mind was still filled with thoughts of Eren, you knew you still had assignments to complete and notes to take, so you distracted yourself with schoolwork. Hitch, who was still freaking out about her run-in with Marlowe, stuck close to you whenever you two were together. Currently, you were both walking back to your dorm after having classes in the Humanities Building. Latching onto your arm, she leaned against you as she babbled about her class.

“I really like my Professor but goddamn was his class boring today,” she sighed.

The two of you were passing the Career Services Building when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You wiggled yourself out of Hitch’s grasp to slide your phone out and answer the call.

“Hey girl! What are you up to?” Sasha yelled from the other end.

Hitch lifted her head from your shoulder and yelled out Sasha’s name.

“We’re walking back to our dorm. What’s up?”

“Let’s grab dinner together! Meet me at the dining common we went to last time?”

***

Eren was still on cloud nine.

He was currently sitting in his living room playing Call of Duty with his friends. Jean was currently yelling at Connie to back him up while Armin carried the team, blue eyes calm as he watched the screen. Eren was distracted, mind flicking back to the feel of your lips against his, your arms wrapped around his neck, you grinding on him and you -

“JAEGER! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

Jean’s eyes were ablaze with anger as he shook his controller in Eren’s direction.

“DUDE. WAKE YOUR ASS UP.”

Connie was laughing at the scene, shoulders shaking violently as he gripped his controller tightly. Armin rolled his eyes, continuing to carry the team as he sniped their opponents left and right. Eren grumbled out an apology, picking up the controller and guiding his character to follow Jean in game.

“Yo, leave Eren alone. He’s still busy busting a nut over his dream girl.”

Jean laughed, taking down an enemy with a headshot before leaning over to high five both Connie and Armin.

“Leave him be. He’s just trying to get his dick wet.”

“Fuck you, Jean,” Eren frowned.

“What? We all saw the way the two of you were tonguing each other while dancing and on the couch.”

“Saw who do what?”

Mikasa casually strolled in and plopped down between Eren and Armin, purposefully leaning against Eren. He stiffened, hoping they wouldn’t tell her anything about what had gone on over the weekend.

“Eren has a girlfriend,” Connie responded in a sing-song voice.

“Girlfriend?” Mikasa asked, turning to give Eren a questioning glare.

“Dude, don’t make shit up,” Armin scowled at Connie.

He turned to look at Mikasa.

“It’s this girl that Eren’s had the hots for for a while. He saved the day by clearing a printer jam and he fell for her. The two of them made out at a party this weekend.”

Damn it Armin.

“Oh, interesting,” Mikasa mumbled, side eyeing Eren as she turned away.

He felt panic rise in him, and he hoped the conversation would end there.

“Hey boys!”

The door flew open and Sasha skipped in, kissing Connie before sitting on his lap.

“Take a break from playing and come eat with me.”

She turned to wiggle her eyebrows at Eren.

“Eren, your little crush will be there. I just called her.”

The panic inside of him became overwhelming, and he could feel his heart beating erratically in his chest.

“Oh, we definitely are going to go. See how loverboy here works his magic.”

***

Sasha had told you she would be sitting at a table at the back by the windows, so you and Hitch took your time piling your plates with food. She was currently curating a salad for herself while you made yourself a burger and fries.

“Ugh, if I see Marlowe here, I am going to killmyself.”

“Hitch, stop,” you sighed. “You’re going to be fine.”

The two of you began making your way over towards the tables in the back. Hitch was still going on and on about Marlowe so you decided to tune her out. Suddenly, you felt her stop beside you. Frowning, you turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide before her face relaxed and a slow smile crept onto her face.

“I’ll see you at the table.”

Confused, you looked in front of you to see Eren standing a few feet away. Surprise flitted across his face before a gentle smile pulled at his full lips. You slowly walked towards each other until you were standing close. You tilted your head up to clearly look at him before speaking.

“Hi,” you shyly greeted him.

“Howdy, stranger,” he greeted you back.

He gently took your plate from you, placing his free hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the table. His hand was warm to the touch, and you relished in the feeling of his skin against you. You spotted Sasha and her friends sitting at a table, talking amongst themselves until they spotted the two of you.

“Hey lovebirds,” Sasha teased.

Flushing, you settled into a seat next to Hitch while Eren sat next to you. He told you he would be right back, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before walking off.

“Jeez, get a room you two,” Connie joked.

Everyone laughed while you sank lower into your seat. Hitch rubbed your arm to comfort you before stabbing a fork into her salad. Jean, who was sitting across from you, leaned forward and gave you a grin. The two of you settled into a light conversation as you began eating your dinner.

Eren occupied himself with preparing a plate, piling on macaroni and cheese and some ribs. Humming to himself, he walked over to grab himself a drink when he felt someone tug him from behind.

He turned around to see Mikasa standing there, arms crossed in front of her.

“Jeez Mikasa, don’t fucking grab me like that,” he hissed.

“So, is she here?” she asked.

Eren rolled his eyes, turning back around to grab a glass.

“Why does it matter to you?”

He pressed the glass against the ice machine.

“I told you we can’t keep doing this. So stop.”

She stayed silent, watching him as he poured himself some soda and began walking back towards the table.

“That’s her, sitting next to Hitch, isn’t it?”

The panic he had felt earlier came back full force, and he swallowed back the bile he felt rising in his throat.

“Butt out of it. Seriously.”

With that, he walked back to the table. He sat down next to you, giving you another smile before digging into his meal. The two of you began talking, asking about each other’s schedule and majors. He was studying kinesiology and was hoping to become a professional trainer for major league soccer players. He had played soccer since he was a kid, and would play with a few clubs in his free time.

By the time you were cleaning up, you felt like you had known Eren forever. He walked you to the exit of the dining common, his hand once again pressed against the small of your back. You walked on slowly, talking about a show you had both started on Netflix before coming to a stop.

“It was really nice to finally get to know you.”

“Same,” you beamed at him.

“Can I get your number? I would love to take you out sometime.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you nodded and handed your phone over to him. He quickly typed in his number, labeling himself as Eren with a green heart before returning it to you. You sent him a quick text with your name, and he smiled upon seeing the message on his phone.

“Good night.”

He bent down to kiss you, lips softly moving against yours before he pulled back. Smiling, he gave you a wink before turning to catch up with his friends.

The Printers Smell Fear, You Know

Based on the prompt “I have to print my paper before class, you’re trying to fix the printer jam while I freak out.”

Or

You have thirteen minutes to print out a paper or you’ll fail out of university. A mysterious, handsome brunette comes to save the day. And then he dips.

Read first chapter on AO3 here

Read previous chapter on AO3 here

It was currently Friday night, and you were curled up on your couch scrolling through the Netflix catalog. Hitch was out with her British boy toy, assuring you that there was no need for you to wait up for her, which meant she planned on spending the night with him. Sasha and Connie always had date night on Fridays, so making plans with her was out of the question.

After class, you changed into your comfy clothes, a ratty old T shirt and a pair of track shorts before ordering some takeout and settling onto the couch. While you waited for your food to come, you began scrolling through the movies, hoping to find something mindless to watch while you ate and eventually drifted off to sleep.

A series of knocks had you jumping up, and you smiled upon knowing your food was finally here. Grabbing the tip from the coffeetable, you opened the door, mouth parting as you began to thank your delivery guy.

Your mouth immediately shut.

Eren was standing at the door, eyes raking over your figure before giving you a small smile.

“Hi. Sorry that I’m here unannounced.”

You blinked up at him. Even though the two of you had been texting daily, you had yet to tell him which dorm you were staying in. The two of you often met up in between classes, catching up quickly before rushing off to your next class. Eren must have read your mind because he reached up to rub the back of his head awkwardly.

“Er, Hitch and Sasha both texted me saying that you were here alone and to come check on you.”

I am going to stranglethem.

“Oh, sure, come in. Make yourself at home.”

You stepped aside, allowing him to enter your dorm. Glancing down the hallway, you saw your delivery guy approaching, raising the bag as he greeted you. Smiling, you jogged to meet him halfway before tipping him and retreating back to your dorm.

“If I would have known you were coming I would have ordered you food,” you frowned.

Eren shook his head. “No worries. I stopped to eat before coming here.”

You settled onto the couch, placing your food down before searching through Netflix again. Deciding on some B list horror movie, you hit play and picked up your food. It was silent while you ate, occasionally making a comment to Eren about a character or some lame line. When you finished your meal, you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder while he wrapped a strong arm around you.

Halfway through the movie, a sudden jumpscare had you jerking up, instinctively hiding your face behind Eren’s shoulder. Chuckling, he pulled you closer to him, rubbing your back soothingly while pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You relaxed into his touch, inhaling the familiar scent that was wholly him. He smelled like aftershave and pine mixed together, a combination that was oddly sweet.

After calming down, you lifted your head and continued watching the movie. Unbeknownst to you, Eren’s attention was on you, eyes glimmering in the dim light as he admired your features. He was still in disbelief that he had found you and that the two of you were hitting it off. The hand wrapped around your waist began lightly stroking you, fingers slowly making their way towards your hips.

Ever since you had opened the door, Eren felt like his skin was on fire. His eyes had stayed fixated on your legs, admiring them and the way your track shorts fit your ass and hips so perfectly. He was slightly ashamed to admit that he had been jerking off to the thought of you nearly every night, looking forward to when he would finally be able to touch your skin and taste you. Your focus was on the movie as he inserted his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them gently.

The sudden movement had you jerking your head towards him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He took in your surprised expression, lips twitching as he tried hard not to smile. You just looked so damn adorable. Instead, he leaned in slightly until your noses were inches away.

“Can I take off your shorts?” he whispered.

You nodded, lifting your hips to help him remove them. Instinctively you leaned back, eyes staying fixated on him in the dark room. He threw your shorts onto the floor before kneeling and leaning over you. His lips were quickly on yours, hands running down your sides before one settled on your breast and the other tangled in your hair. A low moan left your lips as he squeezed your nipple, kneading it between his long fingers. His hand shifted to the bottom of your tattered shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it to the floor. He quickly fumbled with his own, tugging it over his head and adding it to the discarded collection.

Even in the dark, you could tell that Eren was built. His years of playing soccer led to him having broad shoulders, delicious abs, and bulging biceps. One of your hands reached up to trail the muscle, starting at his shoulders before slowly making your way down. Your hands caught onto his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper before yanking them down. His erection was obvious in his boxers, and your eyes widened at the size of it.

Eren leaned down quickly, capturing you in a fiery kiss. His tongue swiped out to enter your mouth, darting about to taste every inch of it. You bit his bottom lip, pulling on it gently in an effort to pull him closer to you. Groaning, he pulled his head back, panting lightly as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop I won’t be able to hold back,” he muttered.

Laughing, you looked him dead in the eyes as you said, “What if I don’t want you to?”

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before a smirk tugged at his lips. He reached down to slide your panties before removing his boxers. In the light of the television, you took the time to admire his cock. You were right about the size just from the bulge, with it hanging heavily between his legs, a neat patch of dark hair at the base. One of his hands reached down to pump himself as he nudged you back down, spreading your legs with his knees.

“I’ll take it nice and slow, baby. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Eren lowered his body until his chest was right above yours, pressing sloppy, open-mouth kisses down your neck. One hand reached down to align himself with you, pressing the tip in gently before pushing his hips forward. It had been a while since you had been laid, and the stretch was a reminder of that. He slowly pushed in, biting down on your neck as he inched himself in. You lifted your legs, tucking your feet behind him as your legs caged him in between you. When he was inside you fully, hips flush against yours, he let out a shaky breath.

“You feel so good Princess, it was like your pussy was meant for me.”

His dirty words had you moaning, cunt clenching around him. Upon feeling it, his hips jerked forward, and he pressed his forehead against yours in an effort to steady himself.

“Hurry up and fuck me, Eren,” you whispered.

His hips jerked back, pulling out until just the tip was in before slamming into you. The impact had you moving higher on the couch, hands scrambling to grab on to anything near you. His thrusts were slow, mouth still on your neck as your hands moved down to grab onto his ass. Despite how slow he was going, he thrusted into you with such force you felt jolts rush up your spine.

There was so much intimacy, and you realized he wasn’t fucking you, he was making love. His thrusts stayed slow, mouth trailing up your neck and along your jaw until he met your mouth again. One of his hands reached up to cup your face, the other searching for your hand to interlace your fingers together.

His thrusts began to pick up, becoming sharper as his hips rammed into yours. The couch creaked under you, mouth opening as you panted and moaned his name out. Your hands remained interlaced, squeezing his as he picked up the pace until he was thrusting into you hard. Tumbles of his name and cries filled your dorm, the sound of skin slapping skin and the lewd sounds of your squelching echoing throughout the room.

“God, I never want to fuck anyone else,” Eren panted, fingers tightening around yours.

You nodded frantically, your orgasm building as his thrusts lost rhythm and he began sputtering into you. With a loud wail of his name you came, hand gripping tightly onto his as you let go. He came right after, your name coming out as a low groan as his hips came to a stop, spilling himself into you.

Thank God for birth control.

He collapsed onto you, face settling into the crook of your neck as he tried to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his long locks, massaging his scalp before dragging your fingers gently through his soft hair. For a moment, you thought he had fallen asleep before he pulled away, gently removing himself from you. Whining at the empty feeling, you peered up at him with a relaxed expression.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that,” he admitted sheepishly.

Giggling, you pulled him back down to press a kiss to him.

“Me too.”

THIS WEEK ON SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF EREMIKA

FOLKS, this weeks song is yet another Taylor Swift song (she never misses): Wildest Dreams

AND ITS NOT JUST A FEW LYRICS ITS THE WHOLE ASS SONG

Here are the lyrics:

LIKE SERIOUSLY THESE LYRICS FIT PERFECTLY WITH 138 ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

And the fact that she continues to remember him and she probably dreams of him too (it’s eremika brain rot hours oof)

If anything, 138 was their wildest dream. Their dream of running away together and live peacefully in a cabin in Switzerland.

N e ways….. I hope they reunited and are happy together

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