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𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! suggestive themes (no smut... in this chapter at least), language, smoking, weed, plug!eren, college au, slightly black-coded!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k

𝐚/𝐧: this is longgg. I kinda wanna make this multiple parts... idkkk. Lmk if y'all would want that. But anyways, enjoy! (This will be posted on my Wattpad acc too! @ -headlinesheadlines).

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"Did he text back yet or what, baldie?" Sasha groaned, reaching into the bowl atop your coffee table, and tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

The brunette was growing impatient whilst she laid her head in your lap. The two of you were seated on the carpet of your shared living room, and your other guests, Jean Kirschtein and Connie Springer were enjoying the comfort of your couch behind you. Unfortunately, you had hoped the food would distract everyone from becoming irritated by the group's failing mission. Securing more weed for tonight's sesh.

"Shut up! You know how long it takes this motherfucker to respond," Connie barked back, his temper already rising.

"Jeez, will the both of you calm the fuck down? Like [f/n] said, you should've had everything covered before we even got here, Connie," Jean interjected, usually being the voice of reason. He continued to flicker through YouTube playlists on your TV screen, searching for music to fit the vibe while you all tried to resolve the issue at hand. "Jeager's dumbass is always late. That motherfucker would be late to his funeral if he could."

You let out a slight chuckle, finding it funny how poorly your friends viewed this dude who they've apparently grown up with. You were only aware of the fact that Eren was notorious for being the best plug on campus, and whenever you smoked with these three, it was always from his supply. You had to give it to him though, his shit was gas every time. The four of you would always end the night just a few puffs away from literally greening out, and unfortunately, Jean and Connie would have to make the treacherous journey back to their shared student apartment. In the middle of the night.

"I feel bad for [f/n], she's never even met him and he's already leaving a terrible first impression," Sasha chimed in, her voice cracking with laughter.

"As if he could ever leave a good one," Connie replied, the two of them subsequently bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Damn, y'all are always flaming ole boy, and I don't even know what he looks like!" You shook your head, disappointed with their childish antics. You did wonder from time to time about Eren's appearance, only because they brought him up so often. You've even considered cheating on your current plug, just to see what the hype was about. After all, he wasn't just known for his supply, rumor has it that he's quite an attractive plug, and would flirt with or throw in discounts for customers he found enticing.

"Oh—hold on!" You felt Sasha shuffling underneath you, probably looking for her phone. "Lemme pull up his insta real quick." You watched as she unlocked her cell, opened the app, and scrolled through her following list. She clicked the username 'jeagerbomb', and you swore all the saliva in your mouth evaporated instantly. The man they were currently clowning had to be made in the image of a Greek God.

"This is the famous Eren Jeager by the way," she said jokingly, handing you her phone. "Don't hold your breath", a hint of sarcasm was thrown in.

You held her phone for a minute or two, scrolling through his feed and being extra careful not to accidentally like any photos of him. It was almost an impossible task with the way you were flying through all of his pictures. You were in total disbelief. The constantly late, foul-mouthed, disagreeable Eren Jeager looked this good? Wisps of shoulder-length, deep brown hair fell around his face in the sexiest way. His jawline was carved to perfection. His skin was a sun-kissed tan. And his eyes... a gorgeous mixture of turquoise and sea-foam green you could lose yourself in. Your lips parted slightly, but it took everything in you to not let your jaw hit the floor with neck-breaking speed.

You mustered an "Oh, he's not too bad," realizing you've had more than enough time to hand Sasha's phone back. You hoped you weren't caught ogling at her phone like a thirsty fan.

"Yeah, he's alright-looking I guess," Sasha replied, exiting his page and resuming whatever mobile game she was playing before.

After a couple of minutes of chilling to an R&B playlist Jean put on, you heard a sudden rustle of your cushions signaling that someone stood up.

"Shit— He's here y'all!" Connie sang, hurtling himself over the back of your couch, and bounding towards the door. "Be right back!"

You all watched him hastily shuffle into his sneakers and exit your apartment, hearing the sound of his running footsteps fade into the distance.

"Finally," Jean let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "Took that bastard long enough."

"Aw, poor thing", you reached back to pat his knee, laughing when he rolled his eyes at your attempt to patronize him. You turned back around to find that Sasha cleared the remainder of the popcorn, leaving none left, even after you reminded her to slow down and save some for the rest of you.

"You hungry bastard," you griped, pinching her cheeks. She continued chewing, letting out several intangible complaints with her mouth full of food, and tried her best to swat your hands away. Your short squabble was interrupted by a couple of knocks at your door, meaning Connie had returned.

"Don't worry, I'll get it," Jean piped up, allowing the two of you to continue bickering whilst he made his way to the entrance, checking to see if Connie successfully retrieved the supply.

"Huh? Why'd he hafta bring that bastard along?" You heard Jean mutter whilst peering through the peephole.

You snapped your head towards him, "wait, what do you mean?"

"It looks like Connie brought Eren with him."

Before you could reply, Jean grabbed the doorknob and pulled open the door, revealing Connie holding a sealed baggie, and none other than Eren Jeager himself following behind him into your apartment.

You were at a loss for words, and let go of Sasha's face. She took the opportunity to grab the empty bowl and beeline for the kitchen. You almost forgot how to speak until Connie interrupted your thoughts.

"Oh yeah, [f/n], you mind if Eren smokes with us tonight? He brought something new we can all split." He blurted out, bashfully scratching his head. You weren't sure if he realized in time that this would be your first time meeting Eren. In nothing but a tank top and a pair of childishly patterned PJ shorts, reserved only for the eyes of your closest friends. "He's cool though," he reassured you.

You weren't too quick to panic over your appearance, albeit, in a quite revealing choice of clothing, you were still half-decent. And so what? Your teddy bear pajamas were cute anyways.

You quickly glanced behind Connie, taking a mental screenshot of Eren's towering figure while he was focused on taking in the scenery of your living space.

'God, he looks even better in person,' You thought to yourself. You noted how his black t-shirt fit his torso snugly, slightly outlining his rippling muscles underneath. His biceps were large and defined, and his short sleeves put his thoroughly tattooed arms on full display. Not to mention the way his grey sweats hung nicely around his hips, with a sliver of his v-line being visible past the hem of his shirt. Your eyes made their way back up to find Eren staring right at you, and you could've sworn there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Your eyes immediately darted elsewhere in the room, while his were still fixed on you.

'Shit! I hope he ain't see me feening just now,' you mentally cursed, praying you weren't seen basically eye-fucking him.

"Sure, I don't mind," you found your voice, quickly answering Connie, "Just leave your shoes by the door, Eren, there's carpet."

"Yeah, no problem," He replied, slipping off his slides in your doorway, while Jean and Connie returned to their previous spots on your couch.

"'Sup Sash," He greeted Sasha, who was busy in the kitchen adjacent to the doorway. His voice was smooth and deep, with a hint of raspiness that had your heartbeat picking up the pace.

"Oh, hey Eren. Way to crash the party," Sasha joked, rinsing the leftover kernels from the bowl into the sink. You couldn't help but watch through your peripherals as Eren laughed and made his way around the couch, finding a spot on the carpet to your right, where Sasha was just sitting. He sat a little closer than you had anticipated, with hints of cologne, weed, and fresh linen trailing off of him.

'Lord..,' You thought, literally having to steel your nerves with how close this man was. You didn't want to seem too on edge when having just met him.

"Aye, you mind if I sit here?" He asked whilst emptying the contents of his pocket: car keys, a small baggie, a lighter, and some papers, and setting them on your coffee table.

"Not really. Sasha might though, that was her spot," you answered with a smile, pointing back at the brunette finishing up in the kitchen.

"Damn, my bad." He feigned remorse, letting out a small chuckle. "You [f/n] right?" He asks, slowly turning his gaze towards you. His green eyes were low and twinged with red, most likely being the aftereffects of an earlier smoke session.

Your eyes widened, a little surprised he knew of you. You chalked it up to the trio probably talking to him about you as much as they did about him. They were good friends with him after all. You prayed they didn't spill too much. In the few years in college that you've all known each other, only heaven knows the number of embarrassing moments they've seen you in.

"Yeah, [f/n] [l/n]. They've told me a little about you too," you reply.

"Yeah? They tell you I'm the only one you should be buying from on campus too?" He sported a cheeky grin.

"Well, we'll see how good this new shit is first. Don't think I'm gonna be dropping my plug anytime soon though," you replied matter-of-factly, almost challenging him. Naively of course. You already knew Eren's shit would knock you off your ass, but you wanted to see how far you'd hold up before cracking in front of him. You've somewhat built up your tolerance a good amount anyways.

"Easy tiger, you know you'll be coming back for more," he laughed, throwing you a quick wink before opening up a pack of papers.

You felt your cheeks flush slightly from the nickname, and with an eye roll, you turned your attention back to the TV.

"Alright, alright. Can you quit trying to rizz her up and start rolling already?" Jean remarked, growing annoyed with Eren's flirtatious demeanor.

"Can't I do both?" He replied, sprinkling the ground-up bud from one of his baggies into a paper. You watched him, his eyes not-so-subtly locked onto yours as he sealed the sticky end of the paper with his tongue, and finished rolling the joint. You almost shivered at how commanding he was of your attention. No wonder women couldn't get enough of him. There was something so fiercely magnetic about his presence, and you wouldn't mind letting yourself get pulled in.

"All done," he said, placing the joint between his lips and grabbing the lighter. Before sparking it, he pulled a spare hair tie off of his wrist, reaching behind his head to gather wisps of unruly hair and tying it into a makeshift man-bun. A few hairs still tastefully framed his face, as well as giving you more access to the previously hidden tattoos around his neck. You wanted so badly to reach forward and run your fingers through his hair. It appeared to be effortlessly silky. You half made a mental note to find out the brand of shampoo he uses later.

Bringing the lighter to the end of the joint, he set it aflame, inhaling deeply as puffs of smoke drifted into the air. After two to three more pulls, Eren turned to you, the joint in between his fingers. The mouthpiece was facing you, and you caught on to his motion for you to take it. You leaned forward, placing your lips on the tip of the joint, and inhaled, without taking it from him. His eyes were trained intently on your lips as you ghosted your last puff of smoke and blew it out slowly.

"Attagirl...," Eren murmured, so faintly you doubted you even heard it. After flashing a small smile, you took the blunt from him and passed it to Jean behind you, who was too engrossed in his phone to be aware of the building tension between you and Eren.

The five of you continued to smoke, taking turns passing the joint around and socializing, enjoying the vibes that this peaceful Friday night provided. After a strenuous week of classes, you all needed some time to unwind. When the first blunt started to dwindle, of course, Eren added two more into the mix, substantially raising the level of intoxication in the group. Sasha being the first to tap out, was lying comfortably on the couch, a light snore coming from her direction.

"One... One down! Too bad she can't... can't hanggg," Connie laughed, slapping Jean's shoulder enthusiastically as he struggled to string his sentences together.

"Yuppp. She's out like a light," Jean chimed in, passing the remainder of the blunt to Eren, who took one last pull and put it out in a nearby ashtray. You were all definitely high, the smoke sesh being yet another success, thanks to Eren this time.

"Surprised you could keep up shawty, underestimated you a 'lil," Eren stated, playfully nudging you with his shoulder.

"Well don't, these lungs are made of steel," you chirped, a triumphant but lazy smile across your face. You became aware of how much your face had heated up, and you placed two hands on either side of your face, hoping it would cool you down and cover your goofy-looking expression.

"Wish I could stay longer to hold you to that," he replied, "but it looks like I'mma need you to help me walk them downstairs," he motioned to Jean and Connie grumbling incoherently on the couch, trying their best to gather their things to start making their way back.

Grabbing the items he left on the table, Eren stood up and placed his arms behind his head, stretching deeply. You followed the rising hem of his shirt, letting your eyes linger on his toned midriff before you finally stood up.

"Yeah, 's no problem," you mumbled, your mind generating unholy thoughts while viewing his figure. He was just so... tall. And built.

Dusting yourself off, you made your way to the kitchen island to grab your house keys. Eren followed closely behind you, watching the way your hips moved while you walked, your shorts just barely covering the curve of your ass. He wanted to do nothing more than reach forward and give you a hefty love tap but maintained his composure. He loved the smell of shea butter and florals that wafted off of you, urging him to hold you close and inhale your gorgeous scent. He needed to see you again, and next time he would have you alone for sure, free to explore everything your beautiful self had to offer.

You all safely made it down the few flights of stairs and into the lobby, Jean and Connie stumbling out the doors after waving both you and Eren goodbye. You stifled a small giggle, finding it hilarious how those two were determined to make it home blazed as hell. After watching them turn a corner, Eren pressed a button on his car key, unlocking the doors to a jet-black BMW parked out front. You followed him to the driver's door, watching as he opened the door but hesitated to enter, instead leaning on its frame with an arm on top of the roof.

"So when am I seeing you again, princess?" He asked, voice so low it was almost a purr. The two of you were alone now, and he heavily contemplated bringing you into the backseat. He leaned into you a little, watching as you lifted your head to maintain eye contact. His eyes flickered between your lips and back up to your eyes again.

"I dunno... whenever you wanna see me," you answered, feeling the tension between the two of you grow heavy, igniting a small flame in the pit of your stomach.

He paused for a moment, scanning your figure before he reached forward, snaking his hand around your waist and into your back pocket to retrieve your phone. Your mouth parted in surprise as he brought your phone up to your face.

"Unlock it," he ordered.

You did as you were told, typing in your PIN code, and unlocking your phone. He turned your phone around, tapping a couple of things on your screen you couldn't see. Your face must've expressed some confusion until you heard his phone sound off a notification chime, meaning he contacted himself from your phone. You now had his number.

"I'll be texting you, pretty girl, don't leave me hanging," he smirked, slipping your phone back into your pocket, and trailing his large hand over your ass and back onto the roof of his car.

'Smooth bastard,' you commented inwardly.

"I won't," you replied, smiling sweetly. "Get home safe Eren."

"Will do, sweetheart" he responded, flashing a quick wink before entering his car and closing the door. You walked back to the front doors of your apartment building, hearing his engine ignite and the vehicle pull off only when you stepped inside.

Must've been waiting for you to get in safely, how sweet of him. You didn't attribute it to the fact that your body was pure eye candy to Eren, and he savored the sight of your figure until it disappeared.

It was hard for you to settle into sleep that night, the thought of your next encounter with your new acquaintance filling your mind with endless possibilities.

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#eren #eren jaeger #jaeger #fluff #aot #eren aot #attack on titan #jean #sasha #connie #x reader #first postttt #i hope yall like this

first post lets gooo

i guess i should tell about meself?? uhh its easier with my sonas

so theyre 4 parts of my personality, catamoth (furry one) is my cottagecore grandma kind of side, captin' (eyeball) is my chill 2am tired rambling kind of side, void (furry two w/ skull) is my nerd coward kind of side, and zero (computer) is my tinker mad lab enthusiest

they all together are me but still feel seperate like i can switch between them (im not a sander sides kinnie im just nd)

more info?? uh im aro/ace and ageless. i like horror and cursed shit and cartoons (and that did influence my style). expect some fanart but itll mostly be ocs so welcome i guess?

#first postttt #me stuff #intro i guess?#im really not gonna be uploading regurally here