#Connie hitting him up with a **hey** 😏

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Hey if you're taking requests, I have a very specific one. Steven and Connie on the red carpet of an award show. Steven looks like a pink Cinderella and Connie is the prince

I ate and forgot I was drawing requests so I slept the whole day. ;-;

So here's them dressed up as Charming and Cinderella because I can't think of a design for the prompt. 😶‍🌫️

(I'm not taking requests now. I was just going over the requests I didn't fulfill when I did!)

[todoshotoroki]

hello !!! i was wondering if you could write something where eren and the reader get REALLY fing high @ a party and the fluff and potential smut that comes from it. nothing too smutty tho, just a lil suggestive 😏 HAPPY 500 FOLLOWERS

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, weed, f reader x stoner Eren.〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 500 (500 followers celebration)

   “Are you already high, Eren?” Every party had its designated smoking room. Of course, dancing in a crowd of sweaty young adults stuffed in a small, two bedroom apartment living room, you were bound to hit each joint or blunt that was passed your way. Which means you were already buzzed as you entered Armin’s room,  which had been sealed off from the rest of the party for everyone besides a select few close friends. 

   But still, there was an almost 100% chance he was here as you navigated through the cloudy room.

   “Y/n! Perfect timing” Eren said, reaching over and grabbing your wrist to pull you into his lap. The recliner he sat on was surely meant for just one person, but he made it big enough for two, even if you had to sit on his lap in the process. “I fucking wish I was stoned, and guess what I can, now that you’re here”

   Your gaze zeroed in on his face, gripping his shoulder in confusion. Why the hell would you being there decide if he was gonna light up or not? Though you were quick to find out as you were pulled from your thoughts, and a half-rolled joint was shoved in front of your face. You glanced behind it to see Eren’s beautiful, slightly red eyes sparkling. “Lick it for me”

   You almost sputtered in confusion, and glanced nervously at the other few people in the room. Armin was busy having a debate about aliens with Connie, while Jean and Sasha talked about their cravings together, while everyone else chatted amongst themselves. Nobody was paying attention.

   That didn’t stop the embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you leaned forward and stuck your tongue out, tracing the sticky side of the paper. As you neared the end, Eren tilted his fingers to get a tighter seal on the side you’d be smoking from. “Just like that”

   The whole time you could see his eyes were fixated on the sight in front of him, expression already beginning to gloss over.

   Your tongue grazed along his thumb in the process, making the brunette smirk as he pulled away to finish sealing the joint. 

   “Good girl” 

   Did he really say that under his breath? You couldn't’ tell.

 “You didn’t need me for that” You responded with a brief, fleeting blush, bringing your fist up to your mouth in embarrassment as you looked away. He tore his gaze from you, grabbing a lighter off the coffee table in front of him.

   “What are you talking about? Of course I did” He inhaled the smoke through his lungs, letting it slowly leak past his lips as he glanced at you with a blissful smile. “Had ‘ta. You know how to make it taste just so much better”

   If you were around Eren, you had to get used to his flirty comments. In the beginning, he did it with every girl he thought would fuck him, with the exception of respecting the females in your friend group of course. But one day, he started flirting with you, and it’s been only you ever since.

   “Hey, are you still in there?” You felt his hand come up to cup your cheek, turning your chin to make him face you and pull you from your thoughts. You smiled at him, and tilted your head. “Does it look like I went anywhere?”

   Eren thought you looked like a cute ass puppy. A puppy who had him wrapped around her finger, and one who he wanted to get high with.

   “Hit this”

   He brought the rolled paper up to your lips, unable to tear his lustful gaze away from yours as he watched you take a deep inhale. Eren knew you were pretty, everyone knew that. But there was some sort of certain glow you contained about yourself when you were high, your eyes watery from coughing, half lidded from the smoke filling your lungs. 

   The way you’d so obviously relax even more in his lap, quickly growing more comfortable and relaxed. How you looked so blissed out, relaxed.

   The way you’d get shivers as he barely pulled his hand away from your thigh, just leaving his fingers to ghost and dance along your skin, enough to remind you that he was still there.

   Tease.

   “Do you have any water bottles, Eren?” Your angelic voice tore him from his naughty daydream, making him tilt his head at you. “Why? Are you thirsty?” He questioned, making you giggle as your eyes rolled and you gently pinched his cheek. “No, I’m hungry” Your voice was teasing him, only flipping Eren’s switch even more. 

   He was dangerously close to crossing a line that he hadn't before.

   “Yes, I'm thirsty, I have cottonmouth” You frowned at Eren, making his heart clench in his chest as he was unable to immediately provide you with water. A trip to the kitchen while his place was packed with people would undoubtedly take him a while to navigate, and while he’d do it for you in a heartbeat, he knew cottonmouth needed an immediate fix, and he wasn’t looking forward to removing you from his lap.

   Luckily, he was graced with an idea.

   “Hey Y/n” He said, rubbing his hand up your thigh suggestively. Eren leaned in close to your ear, making it clear his next words were only for you to recognize.

“Wanna just share some of my spit?”

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

(A/N: for sure a bit more then 500 words, damn maybe even closer to 1k, but I couldn’t help it, I love weed and I love stoner Eren)

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