#aotfluff

[nuclevi]

boyfriend!eren who ties his hair with your hair ties, be it pinkish or silky or has flowers on it, he will wear them regardless and endure all the teasing from jean and connie.

boyfriend!eren who takes you on long midnight drives around the city and buys you donuts and kisses your cheeks while watching the stars.

boyfriend!eren who takes you out to cheap streetfood dates when he is broke but promises to make it up to you by flying you to Dubai or Maldives when he works hard and becomes a millionaire.

boyfriend!eren who makes ramen for you at 3 am with cheese and sausage to satisfy your cravings. who scribbles away all the calories and nutritional info on the back of your fav snacks so you dont have to worry abt anything else except enjoying food. who tried to bake you a frog cake and it ended up like this.

boyfriend!eren that doesn’t care about anyone else apart from you. who once let his insecurities take over and called armin in the middle of the night bawling and sobbing about how he will die of heartbreak if you left him for some other guy. who only calmed down once you assured him and let him sleep in your arms.

boyfriend!eren who shows up at your house in the middle of the night with ice cream when you feel upset or sad. who keeps a small portable bottle of your perfume or body mist so he can smell it when you are away or when he misses you. 

boyfriend!eren who tries everyday to become a better version of himself so he can feel happy and make you and himself proud. 

#eren aot #attack on titan eren #eren yeager #eren jeager #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jaegar #aot memes #attack on titan #aot headcanons #aotfluff #eren fluff

[lavndrluv]

We all know that Reiner is a switch but he is so much more a sub than he is a dom. 

MINORS DNI 18+

smut/fluff [Random Headcanons]

-Reiner is the type to call you mommy while he sucks on your titties for hours on end trying to milk you 

-Reiner is the type to let you bend HIM over whenever he is being a bad boy, but would easily reverse the roles when he gets too worked up and wants to feel some pussy. 

- Reiner is the type ask for cuddles after sex for reassurance, in this case, aftercare is important for the both of you whether or not he is doming. 

- Doggy style is his favorite whenever he wants to feel in control....and whenever he doesn’t ;)

- The day you mentioned pegging he was already walking out the door to the store to get you your strap on. (He likes it more than he cares to admit)

- the type to absolutely worship the pussy and I mean in all ways. When eating you out he will do it for hours just ravishing you and eating you whole. He will keep going even if your lips are swollen and raw from the overstimulation of his mouth and fingers in you. 

author’s note: hey guys! lmk if you like headcanons and if you want to see more and for who! I am open to all fandoms not just AOT. So just lmk what you would like to see! Also I was thinking about writing some more one shots and possible writing a fanfic here on tumblr. I have a few ideas so we will see. It may not be AOT though, but I am still not sure

#reiner smut #reiner braun smut #aotsmut #aot headcanons #aotfluff #reinerfluff

[y3ager]

MATERIAL GIRL.

— and what do you give the girl who has everything? two rich boyfriends!

jean k. x eren y. x black!fem!reader

tags: modern au, fluff, polyamorous relationship. socialite!reader. lovergirldeepdown!reader. 4k word count. inspired by this blurb.

HAILING FROM OLD money— your father the CEO of a century old automobile brand and your mother the third generation runway model—you have seen all there is to see, worn what there is to wear, had every priceless stone dangle from your neck and fingers, and tasted the most decadent of foods. the belief that just superficial things would be enough to sway you offends you greatly. if you don’t have it, you will have it as if it’s your right at this point. it takes much more than dinner and a yacht ride to make you squeal.

and that’s what’s so tiring about the whole dating scene. the pool is filled to the brim with arrogant nepotism babies in khaki shorts and sweaters around their shoulders. they’ll never worry about a thing because daddy kisses the ass of this man and mommy grins in the face of that woman, and by god, do they make it known. if another man brags about owning original modigliani pieces over dinner, he’ll be met with an oyster shell to the eye. who are you supposed to be, some bright-eyed influencer? please. check the pedigree.

things changed when you met them, however. one in the summer, and one in the winter.

you were on the jet back home from italy when hitch, a girl you’ve known since you were a tyke, bombarded your phone with messages about christening her new penthouse with a pool party you just had to come to, lest she’d drag you there. after confirming your attendance, you rolled back over in the white leather reclining seat and pulled your silk eye mask back down, making a mental note to get your braids refreshed and place an order for a new bikini.

you’re reborn as a literal doll, the braids on the left side of your head coaxed into an intricate butterfly while the others lay flat against your scalp in faultless rows and hang low to your hipbones. white, white, white everywhere, from the nails, the strappy swimsuit, the miu miu sandals; a beautiful contrasts against your glistening ebon skin dusted with body shimmer for good measure. perfect, as usual.

hitch’s new high rise penthouse is something out of a multimillion dollar budget drama, with its dozens of crystal clear windows and modern interior. sitting far away enough from the city to avoid the hustle and bustle, but close enough to gaze at the twinkling lights, it’s practically a palace for the dreyse corporation heir.

champagne flute filled with 1820 juglar cuvée, you mingle amongst the next generation of the one percent. hitch’s friends, and your friends by proxy you assume, are a breath of fresh air. human.

but there’s one person amongst the gaggle you don’t recognize. from your spot next to the slightly tispy miss dreyse, your dark eyes glance over the rim of your ivory framed sunnies, glass rim tapping absentmindedly against lined, glossed lips. light brown mullet, slightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes...

“hitchie...” your elbow gently bumps into the blonde’s sides, snatching her out of her mild stupor. “who’s that?” you ask innocently, gesturing with your half full flute. it’s casual, inquisitive.

hitch squints a little bit, pure concentration written all over her features as she tries to put a name to the face. “oh!” when the name comes to her, her hand meets the back of your shoulder in a kinda hard slap, totally unintentional, of course. “jean, kirschtein! you know, from-” a hiccup interrupts her introduction, making her burst into a quick giggle. “-the oil company.”

the pieces begin to come together, you know the names all of the elite; the braun’s, the leonhart’s, the ackerman’s, names listed amongst yours and names you close deals with. clans with power, influence, wealth, distinction.

he, jean, is walking over now; casual with an easy stride that shows he’s in no rush, he’s confident. he pays his respects to the girl of the hour, congratulating her on her new playhouse before her attention is diverted by another guest calling her name to get her to come over there. hitch slips off, but not before discreetly tapping your lower back in excitement; an unspoken ‘get him.’

“jean,” he introduces himself, extending his hand in a polite greeting. “i wanted to speak to hitch, but i wanted to talk to you, too. you are breathtaking.” his eyes drink you in, from head to toe, even though they’ve been roaming your frame since you first caught his attention. the heir simply cannot get enough. “but you get told that a lot, yes?”

“thank you.” your lips spread into a small smile, one hand slipping into his larger one as the other pulls off your sunnies, sticking one of the arms down into your top. “i’m ___” jean bore a lean swimmer’s build, dark navy beach shorts hung low on his hips, and his tanned skin decorated with a dusting of faint, brown freckles over his body. years of private villas and yachts, no doubt. he was impossibly tall, too, you find yourself having to gently tilt your head back to see his face fully. it was cute from afar, maturely handsome up close. was that a faint hint of a mustache? it was hot.

jean repeats your name slowly, enjoying the feeling of that line of syllables rolling off his tongue. “i’d love to get to know you more. ___, you’re so beautiful. i have to impress you somehow. name it,” his other hand comes up to rest of top of yours, successfully encasing it in a gentle hold. an excuse to touch you just a little bit more. “i’ll make it happen.”

your smile becomes a grin, and your dark eyes glint mischievously under your delicate lashes. one quick test, because where’s the fun in not initiating one? you just want to see what he’d say, pick at his brain. what sweet words will he spin from his golden cords now? “but jean,” you begin softly, “what if i was the type of girl that liked a man that took control? told me we were doing this, at this time, on this day, and in my prettiest red dress?”

“it’d be rude, ___, at least in my eyes, to so quickly assume i had a right to your time, and drag you around this way and that. allow me the privilege of occupying your time, and space.”

before you can catch it, one of your expertly threaded and sculpted eyebrows quirks up in mild surprise. you beckon him a bit closer to your face with a wave of your acrylics. “good answer,” you tease, honeyed voice playful and whispery. “phone? i can put my number in, and we can talk about how you can try to romance me when i have my schedules laid out in front of me.” you watch as he fishes the device out of his shorts pocket.

you were captivating afar, but up close with your tawny skin soft, glittery, and emanating an intoxicating vanilla scent, your dark eyes glistening with mirth and playfulness… it makes jean’s body go into some type of shock, his heart plummeting to his feet and his blood running cold but racing through his veins at the same time.

“well then,” you chime as you save your digits into the millionaire’s phone, the contact simply your name with no bells or whistles to adorn it. “i hope we can get to know each soon, mr. kirschtein.”

jean thinks that pearly white smile will be the death of him.

…

every year, no matter what, your father throws his annual christmas party. you long assumed that it brings him a special type of happiness because your normally humble father goes all out for them, each year being better than the last. he flies out the best chefs in the world to cook for hours, orders the tallest, greenest tree for the foyer, and has the house cleaned til someone could check their reflection in the perfect marble floors. when it comes to this, the man skimps on nothing.

you take it upon yourself to make the most of it, requesting custom design dresses from the most exclusive sewing tables over in Europe, shoes fresh from the runway. only the very best for you, the heiress, the crème de la crème, the girl who has never known the word no.

“dance with me?”

you had been absentmindedly swirling your wine glass by its delicate stem, attempting to place its origin (red, tart-like with its cranberry flavor and a strange orange bite near the end), when you’re approached. once you turn your head, you’re meet with striking green eyes and a sharp little smile.

“you looked bored, and that’s what these parties are for, right?”

eren yeager, the german-american son of grisha and carla yeager, 2nd generation genius neurosurgeon with a net worth in the 7 figures, and the just-as-talented, third generation wedding gown designer. according to the rumor mill, after graduating in the top of class in one of those ivy’s upstate, he gallivanted across the country (no, the world) as the not-so-favorable yeager son. of course, there are entirely too many eyes on the yeager clan for grisha to do too much of anything and a son can do no wrong in a doting mother’s eyes; so eren is left free to his disagreeable desires. everyone wonders how long that will last.

steely dark eyes and your naturally neutral face does nothing to deter him. you decide to indulge him, slipping your hand into his and raising up, allowing him the luxury of whisking you to the dance floor. “i guess i don’t see why not.”

“great.” his hand is soft and a little cool against your own, the woody, cedar notes of penhaligon the inimitable gently wafting off his skin and pressed shirt. unbeknownst to you, a few pairs of eyes bore into yeager’s back. the arrogance he has to whisk you away so early into the party, especially with it being his first one. if eren was the wiser, he’d revel in their envy.

there’s a handful of other couples waltzing across the floor when you two arrive. your fingers thread through his as his free hand finds a respectful place on your waist, blessed with the feeling of the smooth skin exposed by the opening in your dress.

no matter how much money your father makes, he’s an old black man at heart. old r&b plays from the expensive sound system he had installed, tevin campbell’s can we talk playing through the speakers. the irony of the situation isn’t lost on you. nonetheless, you hum nonchalantly to the tune and glide around the floor with your partner.

“i gotta ask, do you enjoy these things? or does your dad put you up to it?” your arm is held above your head and you’re spun around in a quick circle before being guided back to eren’s chest. face still impartial, you nod your head towards your five o clock, the wavy blonde strands dangling from your delicate updo tickling your face. a table teems with gifts for you and you only, bachelors from afar vying for a wisp of your attention with shiny, expensive gifts. they fail to realize that a girl like yourself isn’t so easily bought. but, it’s their money not yours, and few things in life bring you greater joy than pulling ribbon and wrapping paper from luxury brand boxes.

“of course i do. i’m not ‘put up’ to anything. i dress up, i get my presents. what isn’t there to love?” manicured hand splayed across the man’s back, you’re dipped towards the floor. you’re one to give credit where credit is due, yeager is a good dancer; the confidence in his movements isn’t a lame front and he maintains the delicate balance between taking the lead and dragging his poor partner around. since this is suddenly an interview, you have questions of your own. “when i have time to go through them, will i find your name on anything?”

“of course you will. be pretty damn rude to show up to a party empty handed. especially when it might be my only chance to get a gift for the princess.” a name your normally cringe and scrunch your nose at sounds surprisingly nice passing by his lips. he grinned boyishly. “no hints.”

“i can wait. for your sake, i hope it’s no ring. it’s going straight into the garbage.” just the thought of such a “present” makes your blood want to boil. who raised these “men”? i mean honestly, what brain dead fool buys a ring for a girl who didn’t even know his face? and expected her to wear it? you would sooner die and go to hell first.

“no way someone is that dumb. you’re fucking with me.”

“what do i have to lie for?”

"well, taking a look at these guests, i take it back. some of these bastards look dumb enough to pull a stunt like that." eren scans the array of guests over your shoulder, and you can't even feign offense for your father's sake. scanning over a guestlist for former flames and explaining why you didn't want them in attendance would take too much time, and you really didn't feel like explaining "relationship troubles" to your dad of all people. loved him as much as you did that really wasn't his business. besides, watching them shiver and skulk away from your disinterested and annoyed glance made up for everything. "are you a betting woman?"

"did you waste grisha's money on a degree in journalism?" your eyebrows furrow and eren laughs again.

"you're funny, ___. most of our peers aren't so witty. and if it so pleases her majesty, i want to bet on the odds of one of these dumbasses putting a ring under your tree." eren's green eyes stare down into yours, gleaming with playfulness, mirth, and confidence. "what do you say? someone does, and we can go on a date, just us two, and you can smile and laugh a little bit."

"and if there's no ring?"

"i'll leave you alone and fall in place in your long string of broken hearts."

luck has always been on your side. look at the family you were in born in, the riches that are your birthright! the universe has never dealt you a bad hand and surely wouldn’t start now. and worse case scenario, you hang out with one of the few men that can mark your plump lips twitch in the shadow of a giggle. “fine.” your brown eyes meet his green, and neither of the waver. “deal.”

several days later, gifts from around the globe surround you. handbags, shoes, dresses, envelopes bursting with cash; you’ll have to tell your dad you need some walls knocked down in your already spacious closet to make room for more. amidst all this, though, a godforsaken ring is gripped between your fingers. if looks could kill, it would melting and dripping from your grasp. holding it like it’s contaminated, you snap a picture to send to yeager:

‘i’m free the 3rd weekend and tuesdays.’

…

as temperatures rise again, you spend the next few months allowing jean kirstein and eren yeager the luxury of whisking you away when your schedule permits.

the former is a bit... old fashioned, in a good way! you're led off to slow paced, cozy dates; the two of you roaming italian streets, attending shows in their original opera houses, he never strayed you out of the bubble you two were born in. it was casual, soft, predictable in a good way.

eren on the other hand, spent money like it would burn through his pocket if it sat there too long. he spent money like a man who just felt its crispness in his palms and was addicted to the feeling, knowing deep down it'd never stop flowing for him. you're frequenting the night scene in your tight, revealing dress, his firm hands on your hips as you two grind to the pounding beats. shopping spree dates that lasted all day, if your hand so much as brushed it, it was bought, packaged up, and in the car. spontaneous flights abroad, stealing you away for weekends. it was exhilarating.

they both provide the things you're looking for. jean is the type of man you imagine yourself settling down with one day, when the whole young and turnt shtick melts away into something more domestic and slow paced. he has gentle hands and treats you so delicately, softly. his reliability will be something you can learn to lean on and need.

eren could possibly be that type of man too, but for now he has a fire, impulses that keep you oh so entertained. having everything in the world gets boring, and eren brings that spark that you crave.

you ruminate at your vanity. hair tied down and tucked away under a silky soft bonnet, you run your gua sha across your moisturized face, long sweeping strokes that end with a gentle tug. eye masks rest on your face, your feet clothed by a exfoliating mask, and a fluffy robe envelopes your body. you stare at your reflection, you're the only one who gets you.

you're really at a crossroads. you choosing between something is unheard of. you're ___, you get everything you deserve and want tenfold. you like jean, you like eren. the way they look at you with such adoration, how their hands and lips caress your body, the sweets words they declare, and how every promise they've made to you remains unbroken, oh how they must certainly feel the same for you.

as greedy as it may make you sound, you want both. your cake and to eat it too. two of your richest peers fawning over you day in and day out, them caring for you and you caring for them. them loving you, and you loving them. it’s a dream that will be your reality.

…

after a long day at sea on one of many jean’s yachts, the sun beaming down on not only the beautiful blue water but the two of you, entangled in each other’s arms, docks at the private harbor.

you’re running your fingers through your french curl braids as jean talks to one of the dock’s attendees, slightly sleepy from your sunbathing session. the gentle breeze of the day brings the smell of saltwater up to your nostrils and you hear seagulls squawking from spots on the wooden posts. obviously, a day at the water leaves you craving seafood, juicy lobster tails with a decadent pasta on the side. your daydreams of the soon to be dinner are interrupted by an extremely familiar “yo!”

heads turn, and it’s none other than eren striding across the dock’s walkway towards where you and jean are standing. his green eyes shine at the sight of you, the hot pink of your two piece bikini a perfect contrast to your skin and showing curves and bends he’d worship for the rest of his life. oh, and jean’s here too.

another woman might falter, her heart catching in her throat and sweat beading up on her flesh as her suitors stand before her, but you’re the epitome of calm, brown eyes smoothly meeting eren’s. there’s no ring on your finger, and besides, you know what you’re after right now.

“haven’t seen you in a while, yeager.” knowing it’d be cliche, jean fights against the urge to wrap a protective arm around your waist. “done gallivanting the world?”

“seen all there is to see kirschtein, and you say that like it’s insult. what use is money if it just sits in accounts collecting dust.” eren looks at you again, god you’re a sight for sore eyes. “especially when there’s a woman like her to spend it on.”

jean’s eyes can’t help but to roll. what a cornball. “well, good chat, but ___ and i are on a little time crunch. i’m taking her to niccolo’s, especially after being on the water.” his hand slips into yours, taking charge but not tugging you along. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like this side of him.

“well, now that you mention it, i could go for some niccolo’s too.” eren’s grin is shit-eating. what a cute dynamic these too have, one you know has a bit more bite to it when a lady isn’t in their presence. “how about i join? matter of fact, my treat.”

“that won’t be necessary.”

“i insist.”

“you two would argue all day if i let you,” you interrupt this small tussle, and now their attention is back on you. a manicured hand raises up to cover your small yawn. “like an old married couple.”

“it’s all in good fun,” eren’s shoulder nudges jean, and if jean had lasers for eyes, the youngest heir to yeager fortune would be a pile of dust before your feet. “we go way back.”

jean ignores him entirely, but eren finds it hilarious. “what he’s suggesting is insane, ___.”

you give a gentle shrug of your shoulder, coyness at the ready. “it’s nothing serious, it’s a lunch date between friends, and i bet you’d like to catch up.”

jean’s jaw tenses. he turns to you completely as eren looks on curiously. “i think it’s a sign that you say that, ___. i’ve been meaning to have this conversation with you for a while. yes, we are friends, but i want to be more with you.”

this moment, with the waves crashing across the dock, the sun illuminating the two of you, jean clasping your hands tight, would’ve been a soft, tender, picturesque one had it not been for eren’s booming laughter.

“oh, so now this is a pissing contest, huh, jean? well, since we’re confessing feelings, i have my own to speak for you.” his outburst breaks your gaze, and you and jean both turn in unison. “___, i want you to be my girlfriend, and i’ve felt this way for a while. i’ve been waiting for just the perfect moment, but i can’t let this jack-off take this one for himself right?” comically, you’re put between them, each of your hands in theirs.

“i…” this takes tact, a delicate way of stringing together words and honestly, with their eyes boring into yours, you find yourself falling just a touch short.

“i respect any decision you make,” jean assures.

“___, i will do anything for you,” eren promises.

any decision. anything.

you bit your bottom lip, hands minutely twitching in their clasp. you lean in neither direction, at the center of them. “any?”

and then there’s a beat of silence. and everyone’s looking at each other. this feels like a scene in a sitcom, something that should be accompanied with a laugh-track, but there’s no closed mouth that’s been fed.

“because in the time i’ve gotten to know both of you, i’ve begin to care for both of you. and i’ve made great memories with the two of you. i know i could make even more. i don’t value any time spent with you over each other’s.” your voice shakes just a tiny, tiny bit, vulnerability creeping in. “you too make me… so happy.”

eren cuts the silence first, ever the impulsive one. “i’ll do it.”

“you cut me off,” jean quickly interjects. eren really puts him on his toes, ignites an aggressive fire deep within, steps on just the right nerves. “i’m doing it too.”

“i said i’d do anything.”

“and i said i’d respect any decision.”

“okay!” you voice crashes down like a gavel. “okay. i’m glad that you two are hearing me out,” a smile tugs at your glossed lips, this feels so easy and lighthearted, a stark contrast from the seriousness you impose upon yourself. already, you feel yourself loosening up, because the two of them bring out the true, relaxed you like nothing else can. “but for our sanity the bickering needs to come down a notch before we all kill each other, yeah?”

two strong pairs of arms envelop you. it takes some effort, but you wrap your own around the two of them. three heads together, you find yourselves laughing. a weight eases of your shoulders, but not because you got your way, but because you know this is the death of a mask created by the circle you were born in. a mask that hides the love you can feel in an attempt to guard it.

“well, we won’t kill you.”

nov 13. 2021. nov 9. 2023. i nearly gave up. i almost threw in the towel. but goddammit she’s done. praise god.

#eren jaeger x black reader #eren x black reader #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x black reader #jean kirschstein x black reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #jean x black reader #🏙.aotmodern #🧸.aotfluff

[annies-ring]

aot characters reacting to you jumpscaring them

note: heyyyy so this is my first post, hope you enjoy it!! (●´ω｀●)          hope no one has done this yet

characters: eren, mikasa, armin, annie, levi

warnings: mention of dying in levi’s part (lol) , fluff, not many warnings tbh

eren:

-jumps

-tries to act like nothing happened

-if he’s in a bad mood then... *lightning flashes*

-would glare at you

- “what do you want”

-i feel like he would ignore you for the rest of the day tbh

-too bad lol /j

mikasa:

-DOES NOT GET SCARED

-her reaction will scare you instead tbh

-oh how the turn tables

-will stare at you like ?? you tryna scare her?

-carries on with whatever she’s doing

-may pet you on the head if she’s happy

armin:

-oh jeez

-will scream

-“AAAHHHHH WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT”

-will laugh it off somehow

-you will feel guilty 

-will be scared of you for the rest of the month

annie:

-she’s just like 😐

-may jump a little if you put in effort to scare her

-sometimes if you really catch her off guard she’ll shout

-“AAAHH- oh it’s you 😐”

-will find a way to get you back

-and you learn your lesson

-don’t scare my baby <3

levi:

-don’t.

-will end your whole existence right there and then

-you won’t live. not kidding.

-if he’s in a bad mood you’re done for

-he can and will slice you into pieces in 2 seconds

-would probably stare you down and get his sword ready

-good luck bestie

#aot #aot x you #headcanons #eren #mikasa #armin #annie #levi #fluff #aotreactions #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #annie leonhart #levi ackerman #aotfluff #firstpost

[s8ns-h0e]

In the most polite way possible, what happened to them? Please i need to know. ;-;

BRO WTF HAPPENED TO ALL THE OLD EREN JEAGER FANFICS THEY MADE BACK IN 2017 HUH?

ALL THE LITTLE CUTE AU'S AND FLUFFY ONESHOTS

WHERE DID THEY GO? DID THEY JUST POOF VANISH OR SUMN!?

LIKE WHERE IS MY YOUNG ANGSTY SWEET LOVING BOY WHO WORE HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE, WOULD GIVE ME KISSES WHENEVER I ASKED, WAS AFFECTIONATE, DETERMINED, HAD AN (obvious) PASSION FOR KILLING TITANS AND A PERSONALITY

NOW THAT IM BACK IN THE FANDOM ALL I SEE IS MEAN DOM DEPRESSED APATHETIC HORNY EMOTIONLESS ADULT EREN WHO COMMANDS ME ON MY KNEES TO SUCK HIS DICK UNDER THE DESK LIKE WHAT

I BEG FOR MERCY MY FUCKING GOODNESS

#snk #eren jaeger x reader #teen eren jeager x reader #aot fluff #aot imagines #aot headcanons #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #bro please #ijustwantsomefluff #aotfluff #aot oneshots #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #shingeki no kyoujin #x reader #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren yeager #eren yeager fluff #eren jeager fluff #eren jeager

[summii]

night comforts

pairings: eren/gn!reader

content: fluff, comfort, nightmares, death mention, descriptive but not graphic death explanation

a/n: fluffy eren is very much so needed after chapter 139 ;;> 

__________

memories flashed through your eyes like a vivid picture. even in your unconscious state, it felt as real as the day it had happened. from when everything started to the end. their screams, their cries, their pleads, how you felt. and your father. how he died. how you were the reason he died.

the night air was cold, it brought shivers to your arms as you sat up from the bed. the action had caused your blanket to fall down from around your body, exposing you to the cold air. you paid no mind to it, however. your chest instead heaved, mind swirling with previous thoughts pertaining to the dream you just had.

peeking from over your bunk, you checked to see if anyone had woken up due to your outburst. thankfully, it seemed as if no one had woken up. so, you gently threw your legs over the edge of the bed and slowly made your way down. a shiver wracked down your spine once your feet touched the cold floor. you were quick to put on your shoes.

if you were too loud, you were sure shadis would have you running laps for as long as daylight lasted. so, you walked slowly towards the forest side of the camp, hands buried in your pockets with a small frown. the night air was cold- but comforting. it cooled you down and helped clear your head from the nightmare. even now as you thought about it, you needed a distraction.

you shuddered, a harsh wave of wind blowing past your face as you neared a small opening to the forest. once you had wandered over to it, you realized that it was in front of a lake. you had seen it more than once when out during mock missions or on odm gear, but not really ever at night. it was beautiful.

after a minute or two, you found a small little perch to sit down at. you pulled your knees up to your chest. the silence the forest gave was comforting, even though the wind made it hard to ignore the cold creeping into your body, it felt nice. it had just started to get cold, the seasons finally shifting from the unbearable heat. while everyone else complained about the cold, you were thankful for it. it used to be your father's favorite season, there were so many things you did with him and your brother. from snowballs to makeshift snow castles, it almost seemed like a dream. though, now that you were sitting here alone, you realized it had been a dream.

before you could stop them, tears began to well up in your eyes. how long had it been since you thought about him? how long had it been since you stopped pushing it away and distracting yourself?

you were cut out of your thoughts abruptly when a noise came from behind you. adrenaline spiking, you turned around quickly. in the midst of your action, you almost fell off of the rock you had been perched on, but an arm grasped onto your own forearm and pulled you up before you could fall into the water.

"what the fuck?" you yelled, moving to throw a punch at the person who had snuck up on you, which was blocked immediately.

"calm down (y/n)! it's me, eren!" he cried out, holding both of your arms now to control your movements.

his voice caused you to relax immediately, however it didn't quell the annoyance he had caused. you faced towards him, yanking your arms away quickly.

"what were you thinking eren? you scared the shit out of me, what're you even doing out here in the first place?" you demanded.

eren matched your glare, soon to cross his arms as he scoffed, "i came out looking for you because i saw you walk in this direction. i wanted to make sure you didn't get lost. the real question is why are you sneaking out here after hours,"

you scoffed, "oh please eren, you don't need to know everything I'm doing. you didn't have to follow me out here- because now if we both get caught, you get punished too," you put your hands on your hips, giving him a look.

eren huffed out in slight agitation. he didn't respond for a few moments, instead shifting his eyes around your own to your face. his expression softened, and he reached a hand up towards your face, faltering when you flinched in surprise. he continued on after a moment or two, soon to gently cup your face with a frown, "why're you crying?" he murmured.

the feeling of his thumb gently swiping underneath your eye had you closing your eyes in response, your breath hitching. his touch was surprisingly...comforting. he didn't remove his hand even after you opened your eyes and stared back into his own. 

"nothing really...just, nightmares," your voice had dropped down into a whisper, taking on an ashamed lilt. 

it was almost like when the two of you were kids. everytime something happened, eren was always the quickest one to go out of his way to comfort you. when your older sister came back from a mission and the two of you got into fights. he was the first one to come to your aid before your own brother; even when your dad had told you what had really happened to your mother. he was always there.

eren sighed gently and dropped his hand, causing you to shiver once the warmth he had lent left your cheek. "you haven't talked to me about it before," he inquired softly, moving to take his cape off of his shoulders to wrap it around you once he had realized you didn't have anything to keep you shielded from the cold.

"i didn't want to," you replied, quick to continue as you watched confusion and slight hurt cover his expression, "you have so much more to deal with, you don't deserve my baggage," you told him gently, moving to grasp at his hand- which he immediately returned.

“that's bullshit, (y/n)," he said, his expression nothing less than angry. it worried you, but he cut you off before you could even open your mouth, "i care about you. just because you want to endure things on your own doesn't mean you have to," he told you with a heavy frown, turning his head away with a slight blush.

"a-and even if you don't wanna tell me, at least tell mikasa- or armin- or even, hell, annie- just...someone..." he added on, almost bashfully.

you didn't say anything for a moment, staring up at eren in surprise. sure, the two of you were friends, but you didn't think he cared for you in that way. at least, not with mikasa and annie around. you could have sworn he had feelings for one of those two- but now that you're standing here with him, you realized the look on his face matched the one yours always had when you were with him. it caused you face to flush bright red.

clearing your throat, you nodded shyly and looked towards the lake, messing with the hem of his cape’s fabric, "i appreciate it eren...and, uh, i care for you too...just so you know," you told him softly, causing him to grunt.

he soon tugged on your hand, shifting so that he was sitting on top of the rock that you were previously on, "c'mon, let's stay here for a while...and if you want, you can tell me about that nightmare," he told you softly, prompting you to follow.

you smiled and nodded, "yeah, sounds like a plan,"

#eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x you #eren/reader #attack on titan #snk #snk manga #fluff #aotfluff #aot fanfiction #aot fandom #softeren #soft #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #aot anime #aot manga #y/n #death #comfort #shingeki no kyojin #gender neutral reader

[kaceden]

Connie Relationship HC’s

Warnings: None! Completely soft Genre: Fluff Pairing: Connie Springer (Attack on Titan) Summary: Connie notices you’re feeling self conscious, but what would he do to nourish you? ━━━━━━━ • Connie makes you his top priority, and seeing you sad isn’t something he’s necessarily accommodated to. He soothes you with soft, comforting words like “y/n? hey, I’m right here, look at me. there’s that beautiful face”  • He knows you think a lot, thus causing you to get lost in your own mind, so he likes to ask you about your happy childhood memories so he can take your mind off of your own self depreciation. He just wants to see your eyes light up once again, it’s one of many of his favorites about you. He wish he could capture every moment with you and keep it pinned in his mind forever • Connie will purposely crack little jokes here and there, hoping you’ll at least plaster a small grin across your face. “Your smile is so gorgeous, holy shit. My family...would really love you. I wish they could see you.” • LOTS of affection! He knows you prefer comfort over advice, which is beneficial to him, since he’s not too experienced with offering it. He’ll hug you in front of the mirror, pointing out his favorite features on you. He compliments everything on you, even the things you find the most unsatisfying. “Hey, y’n, look at your eyes,” he cooes, softly pointing your chin up so you’re face front with yourself. “I remember the first time I intensely looked into your eyes,” he says softly into your ear, stroking your hair delicately. “I swear I was supposed to feel nervous, huh? But I just couldn’t bear to look away from them, they’re the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen. They speak a thousand words, love.” • One of your favorite things about Connie is that when you’re unhappy with yourself, he won’t leave your side no matter what. He understands, and even relates, to your anxieties. He’ll stay right next to you, reminding you to breathe while he rambles about how stunning you are. You can’t help but feel your heart bump out of your chest when he does this • At first being hesitant, Connie eventually warmed up to the idea of sharing his insecurities with you. He trusts you more than anyone, you’re the only one he can let his guard down with like this. You’ll both take turns reassuring and comforting each other, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears until all of your thoughts drift away as you lie upon Connie. Despite you feeling loosened up, he’ll still remind you of how captivating you are • He will stroke your face gently when you cry, giving you the time to let everything out. He’ll never tell you to stop crying, Connie knows how relieving crying can be. He knows you have these deprecating thoughts bottled and pent up inside you, so he gives you plenty of time to release it. “Y’know, y/n, I’ve always found it fascinating that even when you’re pouring your heart out, you still remain so graceful and irresistible. You’re s’beautiful, goddamn.” He’d pull you closer into his neck, pain growing deeper in himself as he feels your tears slide down his skin • He’ll give you his clothes that are way too big on you, stealing your polaroid to take the sweetest pictures of you. He’ll frantically shake the photo in his hand until it appears, his face lighting up as a very faint blush appears on his cheeks. He knows that when he goes home, he’ll be hanging these up next to his wide array of pictures of you. He loves admiring you, and you know this. It comforts you • He’ll beg you to tell him what he can do to make you see yourself the way he does, asking if you want to go shopping or have him give you some facial care. He’s not gonna lie, though, he usually has no idea how to use any of your cleansing products and can’t even separate moisturizer from cleanser. In an odd way, watching him struggle for you makes your heart beat like crazy, soothing the rest of your body back to peace.

#attackontitan #aot #aotfluff #aotsoft #attackontitanfluff #softattackontitan #conniespringer #connieaot #connieattackontitan #conniehc #connieheadcannons

[wolfgirl9110]

Not proud of this one, but here ya go <3 ••• Creds to yours truly :D ••• #attackontitan #aot #leviackerman #erwinsmith #erwinxlevi #eruri #aotoc #fanfics #aotfanfic #aotfluff #fluff-with-a-splash-of-angst https://www.instagram.com/p/CCICkStB5kK/?igshid=9gl3gfv9oh3d

#attackontitan #aot #leviackerman #erwinsmith #erwinxlevi #eruri #aotoc #fanfics #aotfanfic #aotfluff #fluff

[aenthesticvroke-blog]

[ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 ]

Coming soon || Teaser

~> 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝐵𝑦: 𝑎𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑣𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 <~

In the far end of life you stayed with me as light came through me.

~

But too blinded by your love, you left me in darkness.

Please come back.

#Aotfanfic #levi heichou #levi ackerman #captain levi #Attackontitan #Aotimagaines #Aotangst #Aotfluff #Aotsmut #Aotheadcanons #Aot scenarios #Aotstuff

[y3ager]

SLACKER BF!EREN BRAiNROT

— more info on an au!eren inspired by this post !

* i imagine the relationship started through school. you two crossed paths going back and forth to class but never actually interacted .

* that changed until 5th hour chem, people were pairing off to do the practice work she assigned, and it was just you two at the table that day so you kinda.. had to work together

* together is an overstatement because for a couple problems you were just doing your own thing until you leaned over to check your own answers.

“oh, um, how’d you get that?”

eren wordlessly nudged his composition book over and you scanned the scratch work.

“you square that 7, see?” and now you’re scooching your notebook over. his green eyes scan over the work before he nods and erases his own. you two then spend the next 30 mins wordlessly working together, leaning over into each other’s space every so often.

* after that you two started working together more often and now that you actually paid attention to the dark clothing and chocolate brown hair thrown into a low bun, you realized you had a whole other class with him…

* this class was one of the throwaway classes people in your grade took to meet graduation requirements last minute or get an easy A, all you did was watch films and take notes

* the class is so lax people just sit anywhere and now that you converse more in chemistry, he quietly migrates over to you and props his head up with his fist as Scream plays for the horror unit.

* he’s mumbling off facts about creative direction and acting dynamics and what’s a reference to what, and you’re listening. this is the most he’s talked and you could really get used to that lazy deep voice..

* and now it’s been a couple weeks of this, and he’s walking with you to class because you’re both on the same floor, or he’s slouched next to you in the morning before the bell rings…

* he disappears for a week and you’re actually pretty… sad… he wasn’t the loudest person and your conversations weren’t that deep, but you missed his silent but comforting presence.

* only for him to come back with a small grin on his face as he plops down next to you in chem.

“got suspended. sorry about that.”

just the word suspension has you, whose discipline record is literally bare, reeling. “suspended!? for what?”

“smoking weed on campus. in my car, but, whatever. i don’t care.” he’s staring at your wide eyes and grinning harder. “you do know what weed is, right?”

“don’t start with me…”

“d’aww.” he reaches over and pinches your cheek. “you missed me.”

“pfft! you wish.” you swat his hand away, skin attempting to heat up at his touch and your hands knocking together. “you stress me the hell out.” oh, you missed him.

* now he’s back from suspension, and if anything it’s made him more jaded. he’s gone from walking you to one or two classes to basically your entire schedule, black backpack lazily hanging off him with one strap.

“that stuff has always been dumb to me. it won’t even matter in five years.” he gestures with his chin over to some girls eagerly passing out homemade homecoming flyers. the spots of queen, princess, and maid were being almost fought for.

you frown and lightly hit his shoulder, since some of those girls are your friends. “it’s fun, but i guess it’s not your thing since it’s legal fun.”

“what, you trying to be the homecoming queen?” the title is laden with sarcasm and disdain.

“no, i’m not.” you roll your eyes and step halfway through the threshold of your seventh hour class, ap english. eren should be on the other side of campus right now, but here he is. “i’m not going this year.” you flick your wrist around to look at your watch and the time glares back at you. “and you’re gonna be late to class.”

“not going..” he mumbled. “and i’ll be fine, that b-“ he sees your blank stare at the word about to leave his mouth and quickly changes up the sentence. “…woman won’t do shit. i’ll be here after class.”

“you always are.” with a small wave and smile you walk into class.

* a couple days have passed since that convo and now he’s slouched next to you during lunch before he glances over and calls your name.

“what’s up?”

“let’s do something homecoming night.”

“…like what…?”

“i don’t know, the movies, to eat, while people get their rocks off in a freshly waxed gym.”

“so a date? you asking me on a date, yeager?”

“if that’s what you want to call it.” and now he’s back to looking down at his phone, feigning disinterest.

* he does this; shuts down, acts like he doesn’t care, when it actuality he does. he feels everything strongly, especially the feelings he has for you.

“i’d really like that, eren.”

“yeah?” he looks up and there’s a flicker in his dark green eyes.

“yeah.”

*this is from 2021. i’m trying to clear out these drafts bc my god i have good stuff but i can never complete it so here’s some content since ppl enjoyed the slacker eren blurb that’s linked in the beginning. i think this fits nicely into the high school caste au 🤭

#eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x reader #eren x you #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x you #eren jeager x y/n #eren yeager x black reader #eren x black reader #eren jaeger x black reader #🏙.aotmodern #🧸.aotfluff #🗯.aothcs

[y3ager]

…eren with y/n (as significant others) but he doesn’t know she’s the friendly neighborhood magical girl that’s been kicking criminal ass with the police recently 🤨🎤 thoughts…?

many thoughts actually! 🤭

every morning the 8 o’clock news details the brave and diligent actions of eros, the beautiful and stunning heroine removing evil from the streets with ease! with her masked face and covered body, no one can clock who she truly is, and as long as she has something to say about it they never will….

keeping up this lie can get a bit exhausting, from having to feign weakness on move-in day with your man (if you had anything to do with it, the couch would've been inside the apartment in two minutes vs. the two hours it took the movers and eren.) to hurriedly shoving your magical sword back into your chest as your hear keys rattling at the doorway, to claiming "no. i never cut myself. what are you talking about?" when an accidental slice from a knife was gone and healed by the time dinner was ready, it's nothing you can't handle! eren's loving, adoring, beautiful girlfriend by day and eros by night, you're secret identity and powers are kept firmly under wraps.

eren's none the wiser, and for his own good it needs to stay that way. it's not like he'd understand, who would? that their girlfriend, of all people, sneaks out at night while they're deep in slumber to fight off bad guys with an enchanted blade they pull painlessly out of their own body? he'd faint.

thank god there's a mild voice change, that eren's never really been the type to ask too many questions when things seem a little awry, that your wound and aches from ass kicking and back flipping are long healed in time for your date with your dark haired hottie of a boyfriend.

"i'm almost ready, ren!" you call out. "gimme just a second." you edge an unassuming lock box towards the back of the closet with your foot. it fits in perfectly amongst shoes, boots, an old skateboard, but secretly holds your special charm pink amulet.

you close the closet door and walk out of the bedroom. this secret will die with you, if need be.

— 1 day i’ll love to come back n give this a proper fic but i wanted to give you smth in the meantime since this is me i’m talking about 🫠 thank u for the ask!

#🎤.asks #eren x black reader #eren yeager x black reader #aot x reader #aot x black reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren jeager x black reader #eren jeager x reader #aot x you #eren yeager x you #eren jeager x you #🧸.aotfluff #🏙️.aotmodern

[y3ager]

more brainrot of this dynamic (slightly suggestive/nsfw)

“i want this…” you mumble, successfully tangled up in the limbs of both eren yeager and jean kirschtein. two pairs of hands are everywhere, all at once, caressing, touching, squeezing, rubbing; they simply can’t get enough of their girl. lightly squinting against the blue light of your smart phone, you tap the screen with your nail. the christian dior lady d-lite bag. the pink embroidery, the pale gold tags, it’s a statement piece you need. you furrow your eyebrows. “…or do i already have this..? i’d remember buying it…”

“if you do we weren’t the ones who bought it, so it doesn’t matter,” eren mumbles in your neck. a light sheen of sweat makes his chocolate brown locks stick to his forehead and he writhes around in the sheets to get more comfortable. “throw the other away, it might’ve been a gift from one of those lame cucks.”

“using the royal ‘we’? i thought i’d never see the day.” jean’s on the other side of you, one warm, slender hand cupping your boob while his chin rests on your shoulder. he looks at your phone screen out of the corner of his amber eye.

eren doesn’t miss a beat; “don’t get used to it, freak.”

“oh, look at this pretty beige one!” you don’t dignify their banter with a response, it only makes them keep it up. “it’s new, how did it slip by me?”

“get them.” eren’s lithe fingers gently wrap around you throat, pulling your attention from your phone to him. with his lips working against yours, he mumbles: “you know you can always get anything you want.”

“mon ange..” jean’s voice makes shivers rush up your spine. his lips ghost along your shoulder, up your neck, and across your cheek until he’s kissing at the corner of your mouth. both pairs of those intoxicating lips on yours at once makes you let out a small sigh. “and then we can go for another round, no?”

#slowly… but surely… dragging myself through the actual fic 💔 #💭.aotimagines #🧸.aotfluff #❤️‍🔥.aotsmut #erejean x reader #eren x reader #jean x reader #eren yeager x reader #jean kirschtein x reader

[nuclevi]

Can you please do more snk characters as songs I wanna see Reiner and others <3

YES OFC ANYTHING YOU ASK <3

AOT CHARACTERS AS MY FAV SONGS pt.2

includes: reiner, ymir, erwin, levi and hange

see pt.1 here

a/n: will prolly make a pt.3 there’s more i wanna add 

erwin - i lied by lord huron

i told you I'd be coming back again for you but I'm not

going way out where the world will never find me

i made a claim that I would dance until we're bones with my bride

told you I would never leave you all alone but i lied

hange - vertigo by khalid

are we better off believing

what the ignorance suggests?

i wish living life was easy

but mine has been a mess

they say it comes with the seasons

but the seasons come and go 

i go blurry when i'm thinking

is it me or vertigo?

levi - wires by the nbhd

we talked about making it

i'm sorry that you never made it

and it pains me just to hear you have to say it

you knew the game and played it

it kills to know that you have been defeated

i see the wires pulling while you're breathing

you knew you had a reason

it killed you like diseases

i can hear it in your voice while your speaking you can't be treated

mr. know-it-all had his reign and his fall

at least that's what his brain is telling all

ymir - bus ticket by the heathcliff the bandit

i cut out myself

cause my friend says in real life

it's only the police

that ever come looking for you

are you falling in love

have a feeling you are

are you falling in love

with a feeling

reiner - stargazing by the nbhd

take it from the top

if i start i just can't stop

all the patience that i've got

it's not enough to save me

it's a race against the clock

but we don't wanna watch

keep running 'til we're lost

got me thinkin'

#aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot hange #aot reiner #reiner braun #ymir #levi ackerman #aot levi #erwin smith #aot erwin #hange zoe #snk hange #aot x reader #aot angst #aotfluff #erwin x reader #erwin headcanons #reiner x reader #reiner imagine #aot imagines #aot headcanons #ymir x historia #ymir x christa #hange zoe x reader #hange fluff

[nuclevi]

happy birthday, dear annie 🥂

there’s soft clinking of wine glasses and cutlery, hushes and murmuring between couples and families as you look around. but your focus is always brought back to the wonder of a woman sitting in front of you, annie.

her golden locks glint in the pale light hanging above your table, soft plump lips in the dark red lipstick she decided to pair with her equally red dress. and the one thing that will always be your favorite, her eyes. it seems as though all the stars in the universe and beyond rest in annie leonhardt’s eyes, which stare back at you with love and love only.

she refills your glass of wine and smiles at you when you thank her. you had decided to go fancy for once and booked a table at an expensive restaurant for her special day today. even though, annie didn’t like such occurrences, she was grateful for you and the lovely gesture you decided to make.

“you know, one wouldn’t get so shy and quiet after bringing a woman on a date, specially on her birthday.” she teases. yes, one certainly wouldn't. but how would you begin to even form thoughts? when a woman, annie to be specific, dressed up in red and adorning all the stars of the universe in her eyes, is sitting in front of you and looking like you’re only one she wishes to look at in the room.

“i- huh, it-its’s, uh i mean y-you-,” annie chuckles. fuck, can you at least talk decently? “do i make you nervous?” she is not helping with the way her voice drops down while asking you this.

she places a hand over yours on the table. “sorry, it’s nothing bad. you jusṭ look very cute like this.” she called me cute. me. you look down at your lap and are aware that your face is on fire and you are smiling like a child in a candy shop.

“you look really pretty tonight.” you manage to squeak out. you watch annie flash her even prettier smile and take a sip from her glass.

finally annie looks up and stares at you. the intensity of her stare is enough to know the breath out of your lungs. should i look away? i should kiss her hand, or would that be weird? oh my god i really want to kiss her.

“you didn’t have to this. but im very thankful and happy that you did. i will always remember this birthday.” she leans over the table to press a soft kiss to your lips and when she pulls away, dizziness takes over you and you are sure you’ll fall back and slump on your seat.

“oh, i accidentally left a stain near your lips. look, here-” you cut her off with a kiss of your own and a satisfied hum leaves her mouth as she cups your face. “i love lipstick stains, you know. especially, if they are from a blonde woman in red sitting in front of me.” annie throws her head back and laughs, and you know you’ve lost your heart right then and there.

#annie x reader #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt x you #annie aot #annie x you #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot fluff #aot season 4 #shingeki no kyoujin manga #aotfluff #shingeki no kyojin #aot drabble #aot imagines #cocowrites

[y3ager]

nothing too crazy! just already-spoiled, black socialite y/n being waited on hand and foot by wealthy, powerful eren yeager and jean kirschstein who wholeheartedly believe their girl placed the sun, moon, and stars in the sky 🥰 … but lord can they get annoying sometimes…

“y/n, here, try this.” begs jean as you walk into the kitchen, eren on your heels because excuse him, this bastard just interrupted cuddle time. “i cooked all evening while he laid up playing video games..”

“you lying fuck!” eren retorts as you’re gently blowing the spoon jean lowkey shoved in your face. “he pretty much destroyed the kitchen, i was cleaning up after him the whole time. here, come here, i was just about to give you a massage. i was the one who thought up the bath for you, by the way.”

“you told me, baby.” and now you’re going for another spoonful while a shouting match between them is about to gear up.

they know when you get a certain look in your eye that the foolishness has to come to an end, and here they come tip toeing into the bedroom like scolded puppies, climbing into the bed on either side of you, buttering you up with compliments about how soft your skin is from the new luxury dior lotion one of them both for you, or how good you smell, or how soft your lips feel when they scoot up to kiss you… now they’re trying to smooth you over with promises of date nights at the most exclusive, 3 michelin star restaurants and all expenses paid vacays to one of their private islands. nothing but the best for you!

#am i being self indulgent…. sure am #eren x black reader #eren yeager x black reader #jean kirschstein x black reader #jean x black reader #eren jaeger x black reader #eren yeager imagines #jean kirschstein imagines #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #🏙.aotmodern #aot x reader #aot x black reader #🧸.aotfluff #💭.aotimagines

[y3ager]

mean ass loner eren who’s sweet only to you and gives you lazy kisses in between classes and mellows out a lil when you run your fingers through his hair and stayed up late at night making you one of those bleached zip up hoodies while taking tokes from his blunt stuffed with his own weed… right now he has no clue what he’s gonna do with his life but he lays next to you as you’re flipping through textbooks sleepily cooing about how you two will take over the world.

#eren x reader #💭.aotimagines #🧸.aotfluff #🏙.aotmodern #slacker bf x brainiac gf 4 da win