#wait its called feed not fyp

[tinyglitterrose]

thank you to @completemessash for telling me how they made their masterlist <3

[4dtk]

Miss maam!

I found this tiktok on my fyp eheheh

Did you have anything in mind that you can make of it … preferably with Johnny bc he’s my bias 👉👈

((It’s my first time requesting, and I just wanted to say that I am such a big fan of your work and I’m so thankful you exist and continue to do this <33 that being said if u ever want to take a break pls feel free bc you come first!!!!!! Always!!))

Have a great day/night lovey!

third time’s the charm (johnny)

“Imagine while doing the ✨deed✨ with Johnny, tell him “you’re so big-” and his reply is “you can take it” skkdkdkdllddksls ITS JOHNNY BRAINROT HOURS BESTIE (I hope this stirs something in you hehehe)” <- also gonna combine it with this! tiktok for better access.

a/n: i am going to do a plot to this because i have tattoo artist johnny on my mind and it is NOT leaving until i write something about it. also i know the usual accompanying friend trope, but i didn’t wanna write something like that soooooooo. also i’m sure physical activity isn’t recommended after getting a tattoo so DONT FUCK AFTER IT OKAY GUYS. i know the sexual tension is unbearable. think about ur skin and ur tattoo. also thank u for the kind words anon! <3 and to second anon, love the idea. ur brain is so big. like johnny’s c-

warnings: tattoo artist!johnny, p*rn with plot, no foreplay, unprotected sex, mirror sex, missionary, riding, cowgirl, clit stimulation, sorta size kink, praise

word count: 5k

N//SFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

the first time you had dm’ed the tattoo artist that had kept showing up on your feed, you weren’t expecting much. with a forwarded message of the tattoo flash that he posted on account, you only had the unstained expanse of your back and your payday allowance waited to be spent. from a lame dare from your friend and the taunting teasing that you wouldn’t be able to bare the pain, you took it up yourself to prove them wrong.

and so when he, ‘johnny suh’, replies promptly, you’re panicking over the sizes and the placement, to which you keep directing it back to the tattoo artist. what size do you recommend? where on my body do you think it’ll look best? every message screamed tattoo virgin, but you would rather listen to the professionals than walk into a parlour with no knowledge on the level of pain or the aftercare needed.

the fifteenth was when you’d go in with a pounding heart and scary, intimidating people who worked their way around the parlour. with a wave from johnny (how the hell did he know what you looked like?), he waves you over as you stride over there, skin already tingling from looking at the various machines around the place.

there were many people like you, clean and far from being tainted, there were those who had whole sleeves down their arms, and there were people in the middle. you wondered where you would end up after this first one — all you heard was that it became pretty addictive after the first.

“pretty.” a boy with semi-long hair called out as you walked past and you turn to give him a smile as thanks. you would’ve decked him if he was anyone else, but the way he whispered it under his breath signalled to you how awestruck he was with your beauty, where you weren’t one to take much pride in it. it was shown in how your shoulder hunchs when you walk, or when you’d look down at your shoes.

“are you… (y/n)?” johnny calls out in front of the tattoo bed, a hand attractively propped up to support his head. clad in long sleeves, it was sort of uncharacteristic for an artist to cover his creations, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen his photos before on instagram.

he looks at you through his bangs, falling across his brown eyes as he scans you from head to toe. it wasn’t done in ill-intention, but it makes you feel flustered and jittery. “yeah, i am.”

he flashes a grin. it’s the brightest in the parlour and sharper than the ring of the bell near the door, and soon you’re relaxing just a little at his presence. “right, also don’t mind nakamoto, or yuta. still don’t know what he wants me to call him,” johnny mumbles the last part, “he likes pretty things, or people. you just so happened to catch his eye.”

with a glance towards the other male, he shoots you another gentle smile, going right back to the client sitting in front of him. it’s like he knew you were talking about him. johnny’s quick to get your attention, though, patting the space in front of him. in your fluster, you sit with your back to him, but he only laughs and asks you move to the other side of the bed — the side that’s closer to him.

“we still need to go over your design first, doll. you said you wanted it on your lower back?”

your lips fall into a straight line, “i mean, i’m just following what you recommended.”

“yes! okay, okay. sorry love, was just teasing.” johnny’s demeanour switches when he looks back to his iPad, full of designs from the flash you saw before. the paper prints out faster than you can ask about the size.

“can i lift your shirt up just a bit?”

you calm your shaky breath at that, “yeah, go ahead.”

the dip of your back takes johnny's breath away. it’s a normal looking back, but the way the line of your spine runs down the middle gives him chills. he gets vision of your back filled up with a piece of his, but he blinks it away instantly, bringing himself to focus on the task at hand.

“you want it centre?” you jump, and his hand grasps at your waist to calm you down. “relax.”

curiously and nervously, you take a look over your shoulder to look right at the mirror miraculously placed there. it would’ve been embarrassing if it wasn’t there. the design you picked out hovers over your back, and while it’s difficult to envision it without the whites of the paper, you can’t help but admit it looks pretty sick.

a breathy “yeah” drops from your lips and johnny drops your shirt too fast. perhaps he didn’t like how your back looked, but it was anything but that. the artist mentions something about printing the stencil, prompting you to sit down.

“this your first?” he shouts across the parlour and you wish he hadn’t. thankfully enough, most of the people had already left, leaving yuta and his client. you assumed it because you came around the last quarter of lunch hour. nodding slightly, you turn to face him where the stencil printer stood behind the paying counter, the monotonous sound effects providing a familiar atmosphere to the printing store on campus.

"friend put me up to it, said i wouldn’t be able to handle the pain.” johnny nods, saying nothing afterwards that leave you wondering if you said too much.

“appointments like that are pretty common here, although they’d usually be accompanied,” he smiles, presenting the design on the stencil paper, “would you like a partition to be put up? and also would you prefer to hold up your shirt?”

“oh! uhm- i’m okay. and would taking my shirt off be easier for you?”

johnny’s back is turned, leaving you to take the chance to admire how broad his shoulders go. it leaves you with imagination of how much print he’s done on his body. did he have someone who did it for him? did yuta do it? what’s the design-

“definitely, princess. i just wouldn’t want you to be holdin’ your shirt up for me all the way either, might be tiring. your choice.”

doll, love, princess. the pet names kept coming, and you couldn’t help but heat up when they left his mouth.

“oh, uh, okay... then. i’ll take it off.” with one swoop, the fabric is off your body. you were glad that you chose to wear a sports bra today at least, giving you a sense of security. with a warning, he cleans the lower part of your back and the coldness of the alcohol shocks you again. “sorry.”

you shake your head to pass off the apology, feeling the peel of the stencil. the dark blue ink stains your back and once again, out of curiosity, you look back at the mirror. there in the middle of your lower back sits the markings and the intricate tattoo, and despite your friends’ messages, you feel excited to get inked.

“looks nice on ya. is the placement and size okay?” johnny mumbles. it seemed like he couldn’t wait either. he gets his wish soon enough, giving another warning of the machine starting and the hundreds of needles that makes wounds on your skin. you take it well, resorting to squeezing the tattoo bed and shutting your eyes tight when it became too much.

you could feel his breath on your skin, close and then far again every time he wipes away the excess ink and every time he leans back to see the full picture. it felt like hours, though, not knowing what was happening or how far he was into the tattoo until you breathed a sigh of relief as he murmurs “almost done”.

at last, the machine stops and johnny admires his handiwork, a series of lines and shading that is amplified by the artist’s tattooing style.

“would you like to see? let me take a picture for you.” swallowing, you pass him your phone for the picture. the photo that greets you makes your jaw drop, and for a first tattoo, you’re pretty damn happy with it. the hand cradling yours is rid of his gloves, and you would complain about the unprofessionalism, but again, johnny suh? he was a certified pretty boy.

“am i able to put my number in?” his breath fans against your ear, and bit by bit, your body obeys him. the grasp on your phone loosens, the posture you hold is broken.

“yeah.” you lose count of how many times you’ve said that word of affirmation today.

they were right, it was addictive, although your little tattoo escapade wasn’t mentioned at all to your friends.

the second time you went back, there was the usual lunch rush, with way more artists and people in the studio than ever. you could see why — their service was unmatched, with a snack and food counter for sustenance. it’s convenient, and had really attractive artists.

like really really stunning. now that you’ve given a good look around the studio, you could separate the clients from the artists, viewing how they look like were crafted by Aphrodite herself. they looked like they belonged in a band, with johnny included.

“hey, pretty,” yuta smiled and it calms you down instantly, “johnny’s in his office. do ya wanna wait out here?” the other nods towards johnny’s tattooing station, cut off by curtains so that no one would go in. are you sure it’s okay to go in... but the words don’t come out. instead, you whip your phone out to text johnny, frantic and worrying that you’d get reprimanded by the other staff in the parlour.

[12:17pm, delivered]: hi? hello? kind sir, should i wait at your station? idk where to go man

[12:18PM, read]: yo!! hi, in the office right now bestie; also sorry for the ominous photo yesterday. i basically sent it with no words

[12:18PM, read]: also my office is the one door down the corridor, you can come in if you want. pls come in and save me

you scroll back up to see the photo again, a blur of objects, possibly from a late night of drinking. he was surrounded by other men while they clutched onto their own bottles of beer. you guessed it was just a normal boys’ night out of fun and drinking, possibly over a birthday or for old times’ sake.

[12:19PM, delivered]: oh no! don’t worry about it. thought that you sent it to the wrong number so...

also okay. everything okay in there?

you don’t get an answer for the rest of the walk there. before you can rest your hand on the knob, though, there’s a girl that swings it open with the force of a bear, storming out right down the corridor and out of the parlour. johnny catches your surprised expression, beckoning you with a crestfallen one.

he is awfully honest, which is something you don’t expect him to be. “sorry. just a customer who thought we had something. in all honestly, i don’t think i made any moves that might’ve led her on.”

you shoot him an uncomfortable smile. “i’m... sorry. is it a bad time?”

“no, no! you booked the appointment; we’ll be out there in no time. i just need you to confirm the design again for me.”

cautiously, you take a seat across johnny’s desk in the office, but other than that he’s extremely professional. it’s hard to believe he was asking for your number or making moves on another girl (he claims he didn’t earlier, but you could never trust men), and the way he guides you through the design makes you feel safe.

“she finally left?”

yuta’s right outside when johnny opens the door while you try to see the owner of the voice hidden by the larger body. the taller man lets out a groan. “she stormed out earlier, of course she did. she probably made sure everyone see her, too.”

the japanese looks around johnny to flash you an apologetic smile, “sorry you had to encounter her, pretty.”

you shake your head, “no! it’s okay. i’m sure every place has its bad customers. it’s kinda inevitable.”

when johnny works on your second tattoo later on, the words come out before he can warn you, and soon he’s spilling everything to you, although still focused on your shoulder. you weren’t opposed to it, offering soft hums to let you know that you were listening.

“she was one of the earlier customers. probably on the same premise like you came on. i— i can’t remember. she been involved with one of our artists before, but they recently broke off. so as a way to get back at him, she’s been coming here more and more often.”

“to make him jealous?” you cringe when the gun hits a sensitive spot, making your breath hitch at the pain.

“sorry, princess. yep, exactly. she’s tried her bets on yuta, even on some of the apprentices, which was... just low, honestly.”

johnny wipes at the excess ink, and he has to halt the machine just a little to either calm his shaking hands or quell his pounding heart. he wasn’t sure which was it. he admires how your collarbone protrudes out, masking the mesmerisation with a gulp.

“that’s terrible. ’m sorry you had to deal with someone like that,” johnny’s eyes shoot up to meet yours and your lips that whisper the words. it felt like the room had melted away, and your voice held all the honey in the world. it was so soft and so sweet it was all johnny wanted to hear.

the artist swallows, “it’s fine, doll. i’m just pissed at how she tried to take advantage of the younger artists here. still baffled at how yuta didn’t tell her off.”

the machine runs again and you bite your lip at the intimate moment that’s ended.

“she was one of the persons to fund this parlour.” johnny blurts, licking his lips that’s got you looking towards his face. “together with her ex. they opened this place together, and even with them broken off, he tries to keep in touch with her because their business relationship had always come out triumphant.”

“maybe they shouldn’t have mixed their personal and business relationships.”

johnny stifles a laugh, turning off the machine again to shoot you a stunning grin. “you’re ruthless, doll. yeah, maybe they shouldn’t have, because now whatever we do, she’s watching. she can probably bring this parlour down if she wanted to.”

you huff, “what a bitch. ’m really sorry, if that helps in any way. at least you told her off?”

“even then, it’s risky. i tried to be as nice as possible, setting boundaries, but she just had to book a placement that she knew would get me in a suggestive position.” johnny continues like nothing, taking through while the ink goes through your skin. with a lone finger, you tap his skin.

“what kinda position?” and you feel like such a fucking pick-me right now, but if you weren’t seeing wrongly and that you made johnny’s hands clam like a middle school crush, you sure as hell were going to take the chance.

johnny smiles, “would you promise me that same position the next time you get inked?”

fuck.

you hide your grin by looking to the side, avoiding direct eye contact until his laugh catches your attention again. “i’m serious, princess. wan’ you to come back again — maybe then i could ink the inside of your thighs.”

your breath is caught in your throat and the whole place suddenly feels hot. johnny’s gaze is unrelenting and bores holes into your skin. the incessant sounds of the machine ring louder in your ears. “s'that what she booked?”

johnny more or less confirmed your question, nudging your legs open with his knee and it actually makes you feel like mush in his hands. you wonder why he didn’t take this position earlier.

the rest of the session is done in sexual tension that felt like, and you couldn’t sigh without notifying the other of your nervousness. johnny liked it, though, smiling to himself every few minutes at how you turned your head, only to be brought back when the needle hits a painful area.

you couldn’t even pick up your phone to spam text your friend, who would, unfortunately, be the person to receive your excited messages later. all because of this tattoo artist you met two times. two and you were already risking it all.

“i mean it, yeah?” johnny smiles when you pay him, and when he says that, you were so sure he’d say that you need not force yourself if you didn’t want to, that you had free choice over your body.

[4:23PM, read]: i was being serious, but i also don’t want to pressure u love. i really do wanna get to know u better though just, i want it to be mutual. :)

you booked another appointment not even one week later.

[11:56PM, read]: ooh, custom huh? what makes u think i do customs?

[11:57PM, delivered]: oh my god, do you not???? i’m so sorry johnny i’ll go find someone else!!!

[11:59PM, read]: NOOODFJGJJ i was kidding omg — i do do customs pft

[11:59PM, read]: i’m rlly sorry 💀 i like to mess with people. guess i should tone it down

[12:00AM, delivered]: damn ok u really scared me. yeah so ummm... for this next one, i kinda want...

johnny’s not afraid to admit that he stayed up all night to work on your custom tattoo. with droopy eyes and a canvas filled with the outcome of your unique ideas, he was done, sending it to you at the crazy hour at 6am. he knocked out right after.

you wave to him to next time you enter, sky darkened with the exception of a few pink hues that you snapped a picture of earlier. the parlour is quiet, save for some music leaving the speakers overhead. “how did you do this within 6 hours?”

“all you, baby. your ideas and references were solid, so i just had to piece the things together.”

baby. new pet name. you wished he used it more.

you were already getting used to the pain and the alcohol wipes and everything, but johnny between your legs was something that no matter how much you ingrained it into your brain, you always came back for more.

“you doing okay?”

“bold question to ask. it hurts like hell, johnny.” he gives you a consoling smile, like it did anything, but the tight grip he has on your thigh hardly gives you any room to squirm about like the other two times. the creases on his gloves increase more and more as he stretches your skin. every hot breath against your thigh gives you goosebumps, not ignoring the wet patch in your underwear, either.

it wasn’t weird to feel pain like always, but the inner thigh isn’t somewhere that people usually felt the familiar poking of the needles. you figured that you were just more sensitive than the average person, but you always blamed it on one of the most attractive people being in between your legs at the moment.

johnny was glad you booked a night appointment, too, and while he does the bare minimum of what a guy should be and do, he just wants the excuse of it being late so he could drive you home. he thinks that you would look very nice against the leather of his seats, and he can already see him not wanting to say goodbye as the lamppost light complements your features.

the hour is spent with muscles taut and toes curled in case you ruin the tattoo bed with your clenching, while johnny looks focused as always. you don’t miss the cheeky glances he sends you. the mix of the tightened grip on your thigh and the gun digging into an uncomfortable place makes your mouth drops open in an inaudible whimper, legs only spreading while you adjust yourself.

“i’m sorry, doll. it’s getting harder by the minute. i can’t—” the machine stops and he places it down swiftly, locking eyes with you. in a second, he’s right up in your face to kiss you, harshly.

johnny swallows your sounds, parting his lips a little too fast to get all of you and your taste. it’s intoxicating, and the artist feels himself fall deeper and deeper until there wasn’t any landing. you return his fervour with your own, pressing your hands onto his chest until he moans.

“i’ll- i’ll finish your tattoo first, ’kay?” you nod giddily, brushing fingers across your lips in disbelief.

your back against his office door was to be expected, of course. even in times of passion, he still cares for the parlour which is undeniably wholesome, mentioning how fucking on the beds weren’t sanitary. either way, you needed him. johnny is careful around the newly inked skin even as he’s feeling you up, kissing down your neck before you’re caving into him. caressing your sides until you plead with your eyes. you really were sensitive.

in no time, he has you on the desk which is rid of all the miscellaneous items on it, from stationery to papers to stencil prints. he stands in between your legs, parting them gently which proves each because of your skirt. he presses a finger against your clit, and you buck into it, earning a smirk from the male.

“baby, you’re really so damn sensitive.”

your words don’t come out, because by then he pulls your underwear towards you so that your clit is pushed up against the fabric. he continues doing it, gaining moans from you each time your panties are tugged higher and higher. and when johnny’s finally had enough, he rips it off of you.

“i- aw man, i just got these yesterday.”

“so you were planning?”

you shrug in response, grinning when johnny leans down again to plant a kiss to your lips. “can’t tell you how much i wished today would go well.”

“i’d say it’s going pretty well.” the other teases, removing his long-sleeved shirt in haste, and every part of your reaction was worth it. from coloured ink to the darkest ink that taints his body, he had it all. “it’s going exceptionally well, now.”

“s-sorry, just- all your tattoos are stunning. why do you cover them up?”

“parents. they don’t like me working as a tattooist, so i don’t look at them on the daily, although i wished they just accepted my job and passion.” your hands on his tatted body draws him from his feelings, and you’re in awe of how firm his body feels. it would have to wait for next time, if there was one.

offering a sweet smile, you comfort him without words. you can feel him relax, but it stays at the back of his mind. “i’m sorry, it’s- am i weirding you out?”

“not at all—”

“you still wanna fuck?” you’re taken aback by the sudden question, but a hearty laugh escapes you, along with your affirmation. removing his boxers, you stare, jaw dropping as he fishes out his dick. it’s heavy in his hands, and without waiting, you reach out.

you can barely wrap your fingers around it. the simple gesture has johnny closing his eyes, the warmth of your small hand spreading towards the rest of his length when you slowly start stroking. “right away?”

you nod, “can’t wait- wan’ it right now.”

“you sure? you need to be stretched out, p-” driven by lust, your yank him closer by the dick, nudging the tip against your folds yourself. it collects your slick that’s leaked out from the kissing, the groping, the body reveal, the cock reveal, and oh my god, you felt like a high school girl watching porn for the first time.

“this your first?” and unlike your first response on the first day, you shake your head. the real deal starts when he slips it in inch by inch, and your mouth grows lax, relishing in the way his cock splits you open slowly.

“oh my fucking god-” the other’s groans, slowly getting used to the way your pussy sucks him in. it’s hypnotising, and all he can focus on when you clench and unclench around him. “you’re so big-”

“you can take it.” johnny smiles at your whines, chest moving up and down from how much his cock stretches you out. your mouth doesn’t ever close, dropping more and more the deeper he moves into your gummy walls — you could feel every vein on his length. “keep squeezing me like that and i just might cum, doll.”

you giggle, bringing his face to yours, “bring it on, babe.”

johnny purses his lips, you asked for it, before he thrusts into your cunt harshly. it draws a long moan out of you, and he takes it as a sign to continue, rocking into you with a speed that even your fingers couldn’t manage. it always got tired, shame.

“oh my g-god, johnny-!” your moans echoes off the walls of his office, and it’s affecting him. he throbs in you, seemingly even growing even more when he’s deep in your sopping hole. each time his hips meets your ass only gives your arousal more opportunity to latch onto him, creating strings that connect you. it was so fucking filthy.

“princess, you feel so fucking good-” he ruts into you like a starved man, the lewd noises of the situation overwhelming you: from the skin slapping to the wet noises of your pussy, to the raspy groans the other was letting out.

“more. please, please!” a hand to your clit brings a string of profanities from your lips, mixed in with whimpers and whines of wanting more. beside you, the second skin that clings to your tattoo creases, but you can’t bring yourself to care when your artist’s cock impales you so good. “w— wait- i need to-”

moans are all you know before you’re releasing all over his length, coating him with your juices until it’s soaked. clutching tight onto his forearms, you watch as your cum all but drips to the floor, wetting the table just a little that you bashfully smile up at him. “wh-what about-”

johnny shuts you up with a kiss, sweeping you off your feet before he carries you to the sofa beside his table. he kicks a few pens away with his dick still buried in you and looking at how he settles you on his lap, the small, micro movements make you mewl at the sensation.

“you okay?”

“never been bet— ah!” his cock reaches the deepest part of your cunt, brushing against your cervix ever so slightly that he gets you twitching on him.

“can ya ride, pretty girl?” you’re moving before he finishes his sentence, ignoring the pulsating feeling of your clit. it’s sensitive from the orgasm seconds ago, but you’re set on making the other reach his high as well. you ride like your life depended on it, bouncing on his dick until your thighs burned and your heart tries to pump blood everywhere.

“that’s it, that’s it, princess. fuck my cock,” johnny secures your arm around his shoulders, inked to the touch that you can’t help but rake your nails over the expanse of his back. it’s all you can anchor yourself until your head spins, the ache in your thighs becoming unbearable. your moan out tiredly, burying your face into his neck.

“johnny, ’m tired. tired- thighs hurt.”

“no worries, baby, c’mon hold onto me.” and if you think johnny’s shown his physical prowess before, you’re swooning even more as his arms wrap around your lower half. he lowers you onto his cock, in time with the pounding of his hips, doing this all while supporting your body weight.

the new position is gratifying, his cock reaches depths in you and repeatedly abuses your cervix before it was all you could feel. his pelvis against the curve of your ass fit perfectly, echoing against the office’s walls along with johnny’s grunts and praises in your ears. “oh, fuck, baby- you’re so tight, so so tight!”

it goes on just like that, treating you like royalty by doing all the work, but even he gets tired. “just like that, baby, hold on for a lil longer.” you hover over him and he fucking pounds you into oblivion. the arms wound around your ass go to your waist as he fucks his cock deeper and deeper into you, hips jerking up and coming in contact with your dripping pussy.

johnny groans at how your warm your walls feel, hips chasing his orgasm until you’re cumming at same time, his dick slipping out of you while he spurts ropes of cum up over his torso. you rub fingers over your clit to get the most of out of it, grasping tightly onto the other’s shoulders. the other probably had heart eyes at the way your back arches and your head is thrown back, hand rubbing at your clit to prolong your high while your juices drop down your thighs.

eventually, the adrenaline cools, dropping down onto the other’s thighs tiredly. your core was still pulsing and throbbing, but you’re spent, both from the tattoo and the sex that you wanted to crash right there.

“c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

“hm? okay... baby? yeah. call me that more.” your words are slurred, but your body still is alert, wrapping around his waist as he stands.

johnny smiles softly, “think i might be calling you that even more, now, doll.”

[mazuwii]

Eren Jaeger SFW Alphabet

Authors note: I hope this is feeding you guys because I am dragging this motivation by its hair😤

I was going to do Bertholdt next but I got a request for Miche so either of them will come out next😄

If you guys can’t comment (I’ve no idea how to turn replies on) Then I’m Lunology on wattpad, just comment on my aot scenarios book and I’ll post here! <3

—A (Affection, how affectionate is he?)

•Not the most lovey-dovey person in the entire cast, Eren is really shy when it comes to conveying his feelings for you. But when you both are alone, and he's comfortable with you he can hug you, or pinch your cheeks as a way of saying "You're so cute I could squish you into nothing."

•He has a very aggressive way of showing affection, like biting your cheek, kissing places with his hands clamping shut on them, it's difficult to get him to let go.

—B (Bestfriend, what would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

•Being best friends with Eren is a wild ride. You'd think he adopted you as a best friend being the loud, boisterous extrovert that he is yet you're the one always getting him out of trouble.

•He's loud, fun, spontaneous but incredibly annoying. My guy will SPAM you with useless TikTok videos, his entire fyp on your messages.

•But he's very funny too, he crops your faces on animated videos and it lowkey looks so shit that it's funny.

•As your best friend, Eren will fight anyone who even thinks about threatening you (lmao he can't fight) so you're just stuck with scolding him and disinfecting his bleeding lip💀

—C (Cuddling. Does he like to cuddle? How would he cuddle?)

•If he gets a random wave of gratitude he'd just randomly burst into your room and hug you, it would be sooo random. You're just playing a game and this guy hugs you but as a joke, he walks around the room while hugging you so the chair you're on walts around everywhere with him. Once you understand what this weirdo is doing you just burst out laughing with him because you both look dumb.

•Like the dude is just staring into space when he remembers that one time you slapped a teacher for him, or almost got yourself in trouble to give him something and he just goes: ƈ ͡ (ुŏ̥̥̥̥ ‸ ŏ̥̥̥̥) ु COME HERE Y/NNNNNN!!

•Eren is a pretty fun boyfriend, wouldn't just stick to a cuddle session, it would be more like... playing a game on the console with you sprawled out on his lap.

—D (Domestic. Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

•While Eren wants to tie a knot when it comes to you and him, having children never ever crosses his mind. It's just fun fun fun until you're twenty-eight and you're asking when he wants to have a mini Jaegar. He just looks a bit taken back because it isn't an easy job...

•And when it comes to cooking and cleaning, he's actually somewhat good at cleaning, never missing a spot with his aggressive wiping. However... I don't see him as a cooker if you get me💀 probably burnt his finger while boiling water and never tries again.

•If we're talking about domestic then yeah maybe, maybe he does have a nice husband in him. Not one that pretends there's a spider on you when you wake up... or nOt one that hogs the pillows.

—E (Ending, If he had to break up with his partner, how would he do it?)

•He felt as if he wasn't giving you enough and that other men could satisfy you. Eren would be too scared to face you when he breaks the news so he would leave a note and completely disappear from your life.

—F (Fiancé. How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

•Eren doesn't really put labels on things, at least, he says that... the guy calls you wifey even though you aren't married. Sure he may think about it for a few minutes but quickly shuts himself down since he's extremely shy when it comes to chatting about the two of you

•Eventually when he goes to all his friends' weddings, he gets jealous and decides he should put a ring on it LMAO, you can expect him to be incredibly flustered and even play it off with a 'cool' when you say yes. It's best you hug him so that you don't see how red his face turns.

•I'm just sayin' he's going all out for your wedding, it's so funny, he's so extra... why are their ten limousines? Men shooting guns upwards the moment you both kiss?! A fucking food fight-

—G  (Gentle. How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•If we're talking about physically, he is not gentle and he doesn't even try to be. He sometimes accidentally hurts you but never misses a second to kiss the spot and over-apologise. But Eren would never think about hurting you on purpose unless it was a life or death situation.

•Emotionally, he's fragile and would love reassurance. Emotionally, towards you, he doesn't be careful, always giving you jump scares, purposely pranking you

—H (Hugs, do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

•For you, he loves aggressive hugs where it's breaking your bones and he just lifts you off the floor and violently shakes you around like he can't get enough of you.

•He loves loves loves loves LOVES hugs when you two are alone and treating you like your a happy huge dog, ruffling every single part of your body for no reason at all and rubbing you with a relaxing force...?

•Again, Eren is very shy so you'd have to start hugging him first for him to get used to it and eventually, he'll be the one knocking into your body for a bear hug

—I (I love you. How fast do they say the L-word?)

•Eren says I love you through the number of shits he gives (Not literally)... If he cares about you he worries a lot and checks up on you almost all the time so

•It would probably be at a time where he did something so risky and you got so scared that the moment you caught onto him you cried it out, he'd apologetically say it back and hug you, with meaning of course.

—J (How Jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

•Coming from someone who tries her hardest to make this accurate, I can say Eren gets jealous to the  m a x

•At first he thinks to himself that you'd tell whoever it is flirting with you to fuck off but his pride shatters when he realises you didn't say anything and it doesn't sound like you will

•My guy either walks out in dismay and gets petty with you afterwards or he walks up to you and tells you the both of you have to go home before shooting a dirty look at the flirty dude or straight up telling him to piss off

•That may result in a physical fight 💀 that guy needs anger management classes...

—K (Kisses, what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

•For Eren, I can say that he doesn't make out often but when he does he'll probably leave your lips bruised, he has an obsession with biting your lip at the wrong time💀 he's too rough on most occasions, it isn't fun... calm down Jaegar.

•Eren loves kissing your cheek, except he bites it and leaves a slobber of saliva on it. He thinks it's cute as fuck, he won't stop.

•As for where he likes being kissed... he likes feeling delicate and loved so he really enjoys it when you sweep his rapunzel ass hair aside and kiss the temple of his forehead

—M (Mornings, how are mornings spent with him)

•The blanket is probably completely off of him and his leg is resting on your hip. He's an animal so the guy wakes up at like...6am without an alarm- it isn't even a training day! It's a day off! And he still wakes up at that early time.

•A few morning exercises for an hour before he attempts to wake you up... violently.

•Listen! Eren likes making breakfast with you, it doesn't feel the same without you- it's defintely not because he has no idea how to work the gas and oven🌚

•He's very funny and social when he isn't hungry so mornings are pretty fun with him, cracking a few jokes while getting you dirty with pancake mix (he said he can't control where flour goes, this is why you don't get him to cook)

•And then after that, it's time to shower... idk you decide if you'll go in with him¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Just sayin' his skin is very red afterwards, my guy uses cold water but scrubs so hard with the lufa-)

—N (Night, how are nights spent with him?)

•Like I said, Eren is like a dog, he spends his days using his full energy and he makes sure to use it all up so by 22:00 he should be knocked out.

•Eren isn't too bothered on cooking so you both probably just watch something before bed while eating take out

•afterwards it's a... really boiling hot shower, brush your teeth, have a conversation in bed for a while until you're both falling asleep at the sound of your voices.

•"Hah... loser... I can...- I can see you falling asleep *Jaegar yawn* first..." even though he's the one with the heavy, falling eyelids.

—O (Open, when would he start revealing things about himself? Did he say everything all at once? Or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

•Eren is very hesitant when it comes to being emotional, he thinks it isn't very masculine so you have to remove the toxic part away and reassure him millions of times that just because he cried, it doesn't make him girly.

•It would be an accident, he'd be trying to go stargazinh with you, you were resting on his arm and he was rambling and the subject suddenly got onto him. Without realising, he spilled everything right then and there... somehow without crying.

•The least you could do was hold on his hand and squeeze it gently... I doubt he's paying attention, he's probably scowling in memory.

•It's best you reassure him that nothing is his fault, nothing could have prevented what happened

—P (Patience, how easily angered are they?)

•He is very impatient to say the least, a control freak.

•When things don't go his way, he shouts, punches walls, scrunches up his hair but the moment there are tears in his eyes, everyone needs to leave the room

•oh ho ho HOOO you don't want to Eren to cry from anger, he turns into the silent kid with a glock in his bag... leave him for an hour and you'll come back to a fully destroyed room👁👄👁

—Q (Quizzes, how much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

•He remembers dumb small details, your favourite flowers, why you don't like public bathrooms, the reason you won't stop annoying his half brother 💀 (You wanna know Zeke's wiping technique... who doesn't?!)

•However he can't for the life of him, remember your doctors appointment or to pick up your medicine... he's halfway home and goes "Fuck-"

—R (Remember, what is his favourite moment in your relationship?)

•He and you go out on a lot of dates, but they're always wacky and messy. One of his favourites was when you both attacked Armin at the beach with water guns and then both Armin and Mikasa were both searching for you to get revenge

•You two hid behind a palm tree, giggling lowly with each other, aiming to attack your two oblivious friends but little did you both know, they heard your low confident remarks and lunged from behind the tree with two full buckets of freezing sea water dumped on you.

•He always remembers that day when he drifts off into a daydream and it always makes him smile

—S (Security, how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

•Trust me when I say... Eren would kill for you...

•So in conclusion, he is very protective and would not hesitate to take far measures to protect you. He's pretty much your ride or die

•While he doesn't show his protectiveness, he acts on it... if that makes sense? Listen, he's very protective but he's sneaky about it! I don't know how to describe it

—T (Try. How much effort would he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

•Despite how immature he seems, Eren completes all tasks in his day. And he makes sure of it

•When it comes to dates, it's very random... more spontanous but it's always something like. "Oh by the way, we're going to a waterpark this Sunday." Orrr "Babe! Get ready, we're going to eat out with Armin and his girlfriend!"

•You have an hour and a half to get ready so I would call your relationship active 😭 not even sexually active just active.

•Eren can be thoughtful but you have to shove your interests in his face for him to know what you want. Cartoon posters? He catches you watching a lot of gravity falls, steven universe, AWOG, etc... and then anytime he sees stuff to do with that in shops, he gets it for you on the way.

—U (Ugly, what are some bad habits of his?)

•Like I said earlier, Eren has some... mild anger issues🌚

•Nothing can calm him down, unless you have Ackerman strength I doubt you can stop him. He has no idea how to deal with his emotions so it just bubbles up and then he sees an object and thinks 💡 this can take my shit load of anger

•The walls probably have a lot dents yk and calming him down is very difficult but to be thoughtful, you tried getting him a few things to help him deal with his stress properly

—V (Vanity, how concerned is he with his looks)

•Couldn't really give two shits about his appearance, my guy grew rapunzel ass hair and just tied it up because I doubt he's bothered to take care of it

•Sure he wouldn't mind you washing it for him and applying conditioner, in fact, he loves it.

•Eren doesn't care about his appearance and just throws on a hoodie and sweatpants most of the time. You have to choose the shit he wears when you go out on fancy occassions 💀

—W (Whole, would they feel incomplete without you?)

•Again, to Eren, you're his world and he'd do anything to make sure that world is safe and healthy so without you, who would he feel the need to protect?

•Okay MAYBE he doesn't like worrying but he just does so I guess that would be a good thing if you broke up but it isn't as worth it💀

•But ever since you've been his sunshine cheerleader, he can't imagine a morning without your whining ass voice, or fighting with you to the bathroom in the morning, jumping on your back out of nowhere

•You're everywhere in his head, of course he couldn't feel whole without you

—X (Xtra, a random headcannon for him)

•Anytime Eren loses at something(it could be a hobby or a game) he'd stop doing it. Just dropping the entire thing.

•Unless he feels competitive, that always fires him up to do better... so in a way, Jean motivates him to do things. Those two actually care for each other but they hate each other (not literally) they're like siblings!

•Sorry, am I making sense?💀

—Y (Yuck, what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in person?)

•First of all, my mans fucking hates chocolate, put it near him and he'll kick it or throw it against the nearest wall.

•Like Eren was such a good boi when he was little, eating everything his momma put on his plate, even the brussel sprouts he fucking despised.

•But chocolate is his last straw. Chocolate and peanut butter. It gets stuck to the roof of his mouth and he panics like a drama queen, fanning his face like a princess and washing his mouth with his heart POUNDING against his chest

—Zzz (What are some sleeping habits of his?)

•He sleeps pretty normally, when he turns he lets out a soft satisfied groan, which I'd say is ordinary

•As for his sleeping weight, I'd say he's a heavy sleeper, you'd need to shake him to wake him up, slap his face or something because when that sleep is BUSSIN he won't be WAKIN (bad joke sorry)

•And he's gaping. Shut his mouth please.

•His hands may accidentily fall on some places on your body, he places them everywhere. Like on your nose, on your belly

Authors note:

Have you guys noticed that I don't add the letter L🌚? *shocked noises*

Jaaaa that's because I don't wanna write about kids so forgive me lmao

I'M SO GLAD THIS IS FINISHED! I WANT TO ADD EVERY CHARACTER COS I FEEL SO BAAAAAD FOR NOT DOING A LOT OF YOUR REQUESTS!

Deadass my brain just went bye bye when it came to writing and I recharge by reading actual original work by published authors, it helps me get back on track

Bertholdt/Miche is next!