#smoking!eren

[muekyn]

stoner!eren headcanons

usually seems annoyed and/or angry but he's just. really fucking high all the time and doesn't know what's going on. the more you talk to him the more you realize he's just baked, and not trying to be rude.

he's the serious type when he gets high. will talk to you for hours about anything and everything, but expect him to be very blunt. he has a hard time grasping what is and isn't okay to say, the weed unfilters him at times

prefers smoking in his car with a cozy blanket. has definitely accidentally fallen asleep in his car a few times while hotboxing.

constantly wanting to hotbox with armin, connie, and jean. (depending on if him and jean are arguing that week or not)

goes for walks while hitting his pen or smoking a blunt. loves to be outdoors. he prefers the solitude

gets super super focused on things when he gets high. if he gets a new game or a takes on a new hobby, expect him to forget to sleep and eat.

he's clumsy for sure. stuttering and slurring his words, drops things. bumping into objects, tries to talk but forgets his sentences halfway through.

uses other substances but nothing too bad. he vapes for sure. will smoke a cigarette every now and then, drinks occasionally. he prefers the way he feels when high over anything else

weed substance of choice? definitely actual weed. close runner up is dabs or edibles

all his clothing smells like weed. in fact, everything he owns has a slight smoke smell to it. you've learned to refer to it as his "eren scent".

always wants to roll the joint but hasn't exactly learned how to. they always come out crumpled or crooked. jean teases him incessantly about it.

his feelings are amplified when he gets high. was he having a bad day? prepare for him to yell to you about it while he lights a joint.

if you smoke one on one with him, expect him to fill the air with conversation. he enjoys having back and forth conversation where he feels listened to

there are moments of silence with him that feel comfortable; there's no pressure to talk. you're just gazing up at the stars and contemplating your existence. eren will join you.

[f0ofishies]

smoker!eren, you didn't smoke infact you absolutely hated the stench. But, Eren was your roommate.. so you had dealt with it for awhile now.

It was the end of your shift in that part time job, you dropped your shoes, keys into the small box you had decorated at the front entrance. Then. . you finally smelt it. That cigarette stench in the living room.

The brown haired men, tilting his fingers to shake off the ashes of the blunt. You huffed and finally appeared infront of him, blocking the TV. "What did I say, about the cigarettes?" You crossed your arms looking, infuriated.

"What, pretty. . .?" He acted so innocent as he huffed another of that disgusting puff. You grumbled shaking your head. That deep voice of his isn't gonna sway you away. "Not in the damn living room, 'ren. . ."

He chuckled, his head staring up.. those deep green eyes of his staring at you made you quiver. You were pouting like a little child, he couldn't help but be prideful. "Can't help myself when they help me out, y'know?"

"Shit– r. .ren..!" You were crumbling so easily under his tongue. That damn tongue piercing nudging at your skin. Your walls clenching underneath his face. The lewd noises bouncing off the walls, your back against the couch– half of your attire messed up.

Eren groaned once more as he lapped up his tongue again, fuck him and his skilled tongue on you. You pulled at his scalp, moaning out his name once more. "Spread yourself more, hmm?" Your legs over his broad shoulders, his tatted arms tugging at your thighs.

"Ffuck– just the taste of. . this sweet little pussy helps me out.. aye..? better than that fucking blunt. ." Right. . . forgot to mention you and Eren are fwb.

[sailorspica]

AoT adult men fuckability poll (minus erwin and levi since they skew it too much), please reblog for sample size

[ball-of-butter]

just saw an edit of rin and kitay to an eren and armin audio. goodnight.

[solargeist]

update ?

[pxldrp]

college age eremika from the castes AU

[anlian-aishang]

SNK Men - Rebounding After You - Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Zeke

// exes!snk x ex!reader, angst, semi-smut, alcohol mention, smoking cigarettes, gn!reader // read also: Rebounding With You

Eren

He was upfront about it: happenstance to some, intentionally to others. 

His roommates noticed how your socks had disappeared from the dryer. Friends saw old sweatshirts return to his outfit rotation. Prescriptions and ripped photographs rested on overfilled trash bags. A box of condoms readily and shamelessly displayed on his nightstand. 

To his rebounds, that was neither the most explicit nor first indication of his intentions. In the club: a hand to the wall, his fingers beneath their chin, a harsh kiss. On the pullback: “Listen,” he would snarl, “I am fucking to forget.” Eren recognized that his words drew mixed reactions, some nervous laughs, some lip bites, but always the enthused yes when he asked if they would like to come home with him.

Stripping them free of their clothes, his haste was interpreted as rampant desire, a need. Their minds snowballed at the thought of how much he needed them, but really, what he needed was evidence - evidence that they’re better than you were. Their waist, more delectable, right? Their taste, sweeter, right? The passion, the sex, the kiss, all better…right?

Each night, with his partner passed out beside him, he would take in their moonlit features. Even with the stars twinkling, their blissed sleeping face, dressed only in sheets, he recognized: no, they’re not better. 

Throwing his arm over his head, he was faced with his forearm tattoo: Forward. No matter how many times he drew those backward comparisons, it would not stop his routine - not until he found that someone better than you. Eren knows they’re out there.

Armin

Armin knew better. He knew better. Plenty of fish in the sea. Bigger things in life. He was in his twenties, still a whole life ahead of him. No matter how many times he told himself that, though, it did not fix his feelings. The brain and the heart, although connected, were not the same. His thoughts immaculately logical, his heart stubbornly refused conversion. 

Still, he was not a defeatist. He made sure to try new things and see old friends. Waking up early, catching the sunrise with a book in hand. Every Wednesday, trying a new spot for lunch. Thursday nights, an old bar with his hometown buddies. On his calendar, he crossed off each day, and soon, it was visibly apparent how long it had been since his split with you. 

Shortly after, the glow of his new healthy habits began to radiate. Neighbors wondered who the slender silhouette was at 5 AM in that window sill. His coworker asked him for his restaurant recommendations, wondered if he could show them how to get there. That one regular heard both his intelligent speech and sacred laughter from across the lounge, and after a few drinks, yearned to grow closer. 

More Xs on the calendar, more and more attention towards the wallflower. He was never and never will be a player, but at last there was proof to his theory: plenty of fish in the sea made you seem like less and less of a catch. 

Jean

Fingers made fists in his hair. Tears fell, landing on his jeans, seeping through to his skin. He was not mad at you, not at all. You insisted it was you, not him, but yeah, right. Someone as nice as you, of course you would say that. 

Uncharacteristically, he slammed his hand down against his mattress. Mad at himself, he couldn’t stand being in his own skin. Between sobbing breaths, “You fucking idiot.” Another punch. How could you let them get away? 

You had taught him how to love himself - which was why, after you left, all he could think was that he needed you back. What he really needed, though, came along with time. The classmate who noticed he was confused and tipped their notes towards his direction. The staff who called him after he left his credit card behind at their establishment. The patron who saw him sitting alone and asked if they could take a seat. One by one, using the lens you gifted him, he began to notice how loved he was -  even by complete strangers.

But there were more than just strangers in his life, and when those more intimate found out that he was single, they were eager to show him more than you ever could. They grabbed his hand in public, kissed him long and hard, cherished his body - prioritizing his happiness as much as their own. In the lows of his self-esteem, every act of affection felt like a new high. He thought he had the best in you - and maybe he had - but after feeling his worst, the tiniest efforts of others make everything feel better, including the broken heart you left. 

Levi

Stupid. Fucking stupid. This whole dating thing, he was better off on his own. He had known that all along, but had suffered a lapse in judgment when he first saw you back then. A momentary mistake that evolved into a year-long regret.

It took a few days for him to fold your clothes and box them up. It took much longer for him to get over you. Levi would rather die than talk to anyone about it, but his friends could soon enough tell. He holed up - even more than usual, rejected their invites, and after a while, your split was all but communicated. 

Having had enough, of course it was Hange to arrive on his doorstep. Knocking incessantly. As soon as he opened the door, Hange snatched his wrist and threw him in their passenger seat.  

Angry, but no tears left to cry. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

Sharp jam of the child-safety locks. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

That someone just similar enough. If he was a man of faith, he could have sworn it was you reincarnated. But with the same pull he experienced on your first date, he was beginning to become a believer. 

When he kissed them, he thought of you. When he fucked them, he felt you. Pleasure - so fucking good - drowned out the drone of his underlying doubts: Another mistake. Another mistake. 

Erwin

Workaholic. It was his means of survival after the death of your relationship. At the same time, it was the cause. A clusterfuck he had yet to understand. So much time away, whether he truly was at the office or having external affairs, that was not the crux of your downfall. The passage of time was cruelest, a seemingly miniscule aspect was deeply wicked: drawing wild thoughts and exponential anxiety. Nights that he came home just a couple hours late, they blew up with a break-up. Before he knew it, it was all over.

Now that there was no you to return to, he had no real reason to get home at reasonable hours, and oh - how he had searched for one. Unfortunately, though, it came to this point: a duffel bag with overnights hidden under his desk and a pile of take-out containers threatening to peek over his garbage bin. 

So far, it had not been affecting his work performance. Neither clients nor his superiors had noticed the changes after you left. 

There was one coworker, though. 

The city had just gotten past rush hour. In the background, occasional honks and sirens made their voice sound more heavenly, “Hey, Erwin.” Fingers curled around his door frame. A hand effortlessly on their hip. “Burning the midnight oil again, huh?”

Pen in hand. Hand on cheek. Erwin glanced up from paperwork that suddenly felt meaningless. A low smile encouraged more.

“Before you know it, the sun will be up.” A couple sauntering steps brought them into his office, “What say we hit happy hour before then?”

Now that there was no you, “Why not?”

That was what he told himself each step of the way. When they leaned in for the first kiss, why not? When they invited him to spend the night, why not? When their lease was up and they proposed moving in, why not? What he never asked himself, though, was why? Why them? Busying himself, the worker bee never let that question come to mind, for if he had, he would have to reconcile: because they were not you. 

Reiner

He swore, he swore he would never find anyone after you. A pain that deep. The belly aches. The empty bottles surrounding his bed. The nights he had woken in a cold sweat, hoping it was just a bad dream: he would reach over, feel you there, and find reassurance. Only thing: you weren’t there, not anymore. Reiner vowed to never love anyone again.

But with each day came new leniency. The barista at his coffee shop, serving java and a smile: a break from relationships, at least a year. The tailor of his jacket, measurements taken in the most agitating places: when the time is right, you’ll know. The new hire who clung to him throughout all of orientation: things will go differently.

In just a month, the never find anyone after you evolved to never to love anyone the way I loved you which finalized: never to love anyone like you.

At last, a vow and a break-up that he could live with. One that became preferable. Appreciation garnered each time they kissed him, hugged him, caressed him. He began to forget the sound of your voice, the feel of your skin. His scars began to heal, hesitation left behind. From I want to take things slow. To you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.

Wasn’t it you who had said those same words to him? But it was getting harder and harder to remember those promises, that relationship, everything about you.

Zeke

The smoker turned chain. Sharp tongue turned silent. A beard unkempt, just like his apartment: he had not shaved since you left, had not even thought about cleaning. Even when the ashtray overflowed, even when every article of clothing had gone wrinkled, he did not raise a finger. If not for the smell of tobacco, it would be your perfume still in his sheets. If he did the laundry, he would have to sort yours. Snapping and shutting his lighter, glasses glared with the flickering flame: he wasn’t ready for that.

Others were ready, though. The biggest, tallest, cockiest tease in city limits was newly available. And if scrubbing the traces of you was something he could not do, there were a dozen on the block who would play a French maid to help him out with that task, however innocently.

He did not wear innocence well. He did not search for it in others. What he came to appreciate, though, were the lights and buzzes of his phone: Heard about what happened. Here for you for whatever you need. Depending on who was on the other end, whatever he needed could be anything from a pat on the back to a hand around his cock. If you had not blocked his number, his victorious impulses may have let you know: he was getting plenty of the latter, getting over you one night at a time.

// masterlist //

[muekyn]

erencore

[fantasylandglass]

Bong made by me ft my Halloween nails 🎃 Cheers the October and the new blog!

Death Is Inevitable.

Hange Zoë: "You Understand, Don’t You? One Day Or Another, Everyone You Care About Eventually Dies. It’s Something We Simply Can’t Accept. It’s A Realization That Could Drive You Insane."

[twpsyn-who]

OMG I I wgehejej I was writing a post about some soulmate AU and and while writing it just occurred to me-

Both Jean and Marco lost their gear during Trost. They both got in a situation where a Titan was going to kill them while having nothing to protect themselves.

Marco was there to help Jean get hold of a gear and survive. Jean wasn't there for Marco aka why he died.

Omg. I'm not crying you are

[rasb3rryl0ver]

~Pre Rolls [Eren Yeager]

Plug eren gives you pre rolls in his car then you smoke a blunt with him.

*this is my first fic on here pls be nice😭

you walk outside your apartment to see the familiar black srt hellcat your plug drove. you had texted eren earlier that day asking to buy from him again, tho he takes a while to get back to you he has good shit. you walk up to the car and seat yourself in the passenger seat before closing the door. eren is sat on the drivers side with the seat leaned back and his blue vuse in his hand, his hair was up as usual with a few escaped pieces framing his face. "did you get my pre rolls?" you ask him. he looks over to you taking a hit from his vape smirking. "of course i did". he reaches over to the glove box pulling out a small plastic bag and tossing it on your lap. "i rolled them myself y'know. i dont do that for just anyone". he tells you as he leans back into his seat. "oh? who else do you roll for then?" you ask. he smirks at you again. "i only roll joints for pretty girls like you". eren then reaches over to the glove box again pulling out a blunt and a lighter. he lights it, taking a drag before blowing the smoke out. he motions for you to sit on his lap with his free hand. you crawl over positioning yourself ontop of him. "you want me to show you something cool?" he asks. you nod your head as he takes another long drag from the blunt. he places his free hand on the side of your face pulling you in. you open your mouth to meet his, lips barely grazing. he exhales the smoke blowing it into yours as you inhale it. he pulls away placing his hand on your hip rubbing small circles with his thumb. he holds the blunt out for you to take, watching you as you take it between your fingers. you put it to your lips inhaling the smoke, you lock eyes with eren as you exhale it. eren places his other hand on your lower back as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. you take another hit of the blunt before setting it down in his ash tray.

you place both of your hands on the sides of his face leaning into him. he moves the hand from your back down to your other hip as you connect your lips with his blowing the smoke into his mouth. you pull back for a second, not moving your hands. allowing him to exhale the smoke. you then leans back in kissing his soft pink lips. he kisses you back, moving his mouth in sync with yours. his hands squeezing your hips before he moves them up your shirt. "can i take this off pretty girl?" you nod. his hands travel farther up your body as he removes your shirt. he leans into your neck giving it a small bite, then running his tongue across the area, pulling a small moan from your mouth. he leaves multiple dark hickeys before pulling back to look at what he'd done. he moves back to your lips pulling you into him with a passionate kiss. he drags his tongue across your bottom lip, placing his hand on your neck guiding the kiss. you open your mouth a bit more allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. you place your hands on his chest grinding your hips on his. you let out small moans and wimpers into the kiss as you grind on him, feelings his hard length against you. you run your hand down his stomach till you reach the waistband of his sweat pants. you both pull away breathing heavily. his fingers play with the waistband of your shorts as he looks at you asking for permission. you nod for him to take your shorts off. "i need you tell me what you want beautiful. i wont do anything unless you ask me to. use your words baby". you blush at his words looking away for a moment before locking eyes with him again. "i wanna ride you". he smirks at you hearing your words. "beg for it". your mind was clouded with lust, you couldn't get off on grinding on him any longer you needed him inside you. "please eren, please, i need you inside me. im so wet for you, please daddy". he raises an eyebrow smirking, entertained by the name you called him. "say it again baby". "daddy". you said as you ran your hands up his abs, begging for him. he pulls your shorts off along with your underwear before pulling you back into him kissing you harshly. he plants kisses all the way down your neck before licking up and placing his lips on yours.

you kiss him back, biting his lip. his hands travel down to your dripping cunt. rubbing your clit with his thumb as he enters you with one finger, you let out a small moan into the kiss. you grind against his hand begging for more as he pumps his finger in and out of you. "so needy aren't you baby". he says leaving small kisses on your neck and shoulders. all you can do is moan when he adds another finger in your sopping cunt. "aww look how much of a mess you are for me already. so wet for me aren't you pretty girl". "yess, fuck. only for you erennn, mmm". you moan out as hes fucks his fingers into you. he pulls his fingers out of you bringing them to his mouth sucking them. "you taste so good sweetheart, why don't you taste yourself". he states before shoving his fingers into your mouth. he watches you intently, tilting his head and smirking at you as he watches you suck his fingers. he then motions for you to lift you hips. you do so and he slides his pants off his legs. he grabs your hips locking eyes with you as he lowers your hips onto him. you moan in pleasure feeling him stretch you out around his cock. he smirks seeing your face, your eyes rolling back and mouth agape as he enters you fully. "fuckk" he groans feeling how tight you are around him. he stills for a moment before guiding your hips up again and then back down. you moan loudly as you begin bouncing on his cock. you lean in and kiss him as you grind on him. your tongue fights with his as you ride him moaning into his mouth. "please,.. fuckk. you feel so good eren". eren kisses down you chest taking your nipple in his mouth swirling his tongue around it then sucking. you let out a small groan as you slam down onto him. eren releases your nipple from his mouth with a "pop". he moves his lips to your neck biting it before leaving small kisses. your thighs are shaking, eren then grabs your hips fucking up into you, you let out loud moan rom his fast pace as he pounds into hitting all the right spots. he slows down a bit before taking one hand off your hip wrapping his hand around your neck as he stares into your eyes. "open your mouth baby" eren tells you. you do as he says opening your mouth for him, you watch as he gathers the saliva in his mouth before bring his lips to your open ones spitting into your mouth. you make eye contact with him, staring into his gorgeous green eyes as you swallow. "good girl".

you continue grinding on his cock chasing your orgasm. eren picks up on what you were doing and begins fucking up into you again. he brings his lips to yours again kissing you lustfully. you feel your stomach tighten and your release approaching. eren brings his fingers down to your clit rubbing in fast circles, he keeps fucking into you with a fast pace and before long your cumming all over his cock, letting out loud pornographic moans. he grips your hips hard again fucking into you at an impossible pace, chasing his own release.

a few more strokes and you feel his hips stutter and his cock twitch inside of you, he then slams you down onto himself groaning as he cums, filling you up. you lift yourself off him. you move yourself back over to the passenger seat finding your discarded shorts and slipping them on as eren pulls his sweatpants and boxers back up. you lean back relaxing into the car seat with a fucked out sigh. you grab the blunt left in the ashtray and your lighter from your pocket, turning the blunt as you light it. you bring it to your lips taking all long drag holding the smoke in your lungs for a while before blowing it out. you place your lighter back in your pocket passing the blunt to eren. you grab your pre rolls as well placing them in your pocket with the lighter. "ill see you soon ren" you turn to him and say. he grabs you by your neck giving you a long drawn out kiss. "y'know i always love seeing you baby" eren says as he pulls away. "bye eren" you tell him as you open the door to his car. "goodnight pretty" he says smiling at you as you close the door walking back into your apartment building.

[silversimp]

Aot Headcanons

In honor of 4/20 here's a list of headcanons about aot characters smoking weed~

Eren:

He smokes socially and it always makes him find everything anyone says hilarious

After two hits Eren is above the clouds and giggling under his breath because someone said something that rhymes with fart

Jean:

Likes smoking in a group but gets really paranoid if he smokes alone or with only one other person, if he smokes too much he gets hyper aware of his body functioning and has a hard time breathing

He usually only takes one hit when smoking with his friends and gets really annoyed when they make fun of him, but the one hit is enough to make him feel a little lighter and relax

Reiner:

He doesn't like smoking because it gives him panic attacks but he always pitches in to buy stuff for the group because he likes hanging out and being the sober one

He normally ends up being the one to drive everyone to go get fast food or snacks

Annie:

She prefers smoking over drinking because when she's drunk she gets really aggressive. She likes that weed makes her calm down a bit

Annie gets almost too relaxed even. She'll keep taking hits until she's in another dimension, it always freaks Armin out

Sasha:

She smokes with everyone but she doesn't really get the point of it, probably because she's eating the whole time and never gets very high. Just one hit gives her major munchies

Sasha will keep smoking until there's nothing left, but only ever gets a little high because of her tolerance/constant eating

Connie:

This boy radiates so much stoner energy, he for sure always had the plug before weed was legalized and got his medical card before it was legalized to the general public

Connie smokes every morning to start his day and then uses a pen throughout the day for a constant high. He's always offering hits of his pen to whoever he's with no matter the location or situation

Armin:

He used to be really scared to smoke and when he found out his friends had started the boy went on long rants about it being a gateway drug. Eventually with enough peer pressure, and a bunch of online research to make sure he'd be okay, Armin started taking little hits when the joint passed him by

Weed had a much different effect on him than he expected it to though, it always makes him flirty. The only time he smokes outside of the group is before sex every now and then.

Mikasa:

She hates it, it makes her cough a lot and she can't stand the smell of it. She tries not to complain when her friends are smoking, but she usually finds a way to be out of the room or space they're smoking in because she hates when the smell sticks to her clothes

Eren and Connie have had her try it in every possible way and she only liked the edibles, but she gets nervous about eating too many after the one time Sasha accidentally ate an entire batch of pot brownies.

Floch:

Before he actually started smoking he used to brag about how he already had, it was obvious he'd been lying when his first hit made him cough up a lung and wheeze for almost ten minutes. He doesn't really like smoking but he doesn't like to be left out so he always joins in

His lips get very loose when he's high and he often just says everything he thinks out loud in basically word vomit. He's accidentally said some rude things that have gotten him in trouble with the group a few times.

[niamnomas]

I only know spoilers so I’m pretty sure he would have been fine and probably has some titan strength in his human form but Reiner picking up a titan and going to throw himself and the titan out the window was one of the most badass moments in AOT imo

[wenumsmol]

Me knowing it's not possible to have this man inside me irl and trying to cope:

‘U like the way I fuck cuz I get rough’

Niharikajetty twitter

[ohimsummer]

game time!!! let’s guess my type (extremely easy edition)

dark-haired + eyed men w trauma

CORRECT!!! and the blood is a yummy bonus 😋

[muekyn]

(theres sound ! )

happy 420 for those who celebrate … <3