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[gyuvxx]

First date ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩彡

Sungchan x fem!reader

Pure fluff., cute stuff because I love cute stuff

Wc: 3k

In which YN and Sungchan go on their first official date

Pt 1 here!

It had been a few weeks since the party YN and Sungchan Met at, and the two had spent their time having casual hang outs, and planning their first official date. At least, sungchan was busy planning it, not letting YN in on anything he was planning. As excited as she was, YN felt her nerves growing day by day, as their first official date approached.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” YN said, looking at herself in the mirror. She felt like she spent entirely too long getting ready, that she was putting in too much thought into her appearance.

“Why would it be a mistake?” yunjin asked from the phone. She had been on a call with her friend for two and a half hours, trying to calm her down about the date.

“Because he’s being super secretive about it, and I barely know him,” She sighed, brushing through her hair for the third time. “What if he’s like… a really bad driver!”

“Is that really the biggest red flag you can think of for a guy?” Yunjin laughed at her friend's nerves. “Besides, it’s a first date, if you don’t vibe with it, then don’t go on another. But, you’ll never know unless you try,”

YN sighed. Why did Yunjin have to be right? Why was she so scared of the guy who’s been nothing but nice to her when she’s seen him?

“I can’t do it, I'm gonna fake being sick,” YN declared, walking over to her bed and picking up her phone. When she opened her messages, a new notification popped up.

Channie <3: I’m in the parking lot. Should I come up?

“Fuck,” YN groaned.

“What happened?” Yunjin asked.

“He’s already here, I’m so screwed,” YN stared at the messages.

“If you really don’t want to go, then just tell him that. He’d get the memo.” Yunjin sighed from the other side of the line.

“No, fuck you,” YN said before hanging up the call. She knew she couldn’t back out, she knew she’d have a good time with sungchan, and that she’d regret not going. She grabbed her bag, and texted him back.

YN: I’ll come down

Channie <3: Too late, I'm already in the elevator.

YN brushed through her hair one more time, checked her makeup and heard a knock at the door. She almost ran to the door to open it up, tripping a little on the corner of her bed before regaining her footing and walking to answer the door. When she opened the door, she saw sungchan standing there, dressed up a little more than usual, in a way that makes YN feel less embarrassed that she spent so much time getting ready.

“Hey,” He greeted with a familiar, soft smile.

“Hi,” She gave him a smile back. “You didn’t have to come up, you know. I was gonna be right down,”

“I wasn’t really asking, I was already in the building when I sent the text,” Sungchan smiled.

“Oh, okay,” She smiled, and looked down.

“You ready to go?” Sungchan asked,checking his watch.

“Yeah, sorry,” She nodded and stepped out into the hall, locking her door behind her. “Do I get to know where we’re going?”

“Nope, it’s a surprise,” Sungchan told her, walking by her side as they went to the elevator. “You’ll like it though, I promise,” They stood next to each other on the way down to the main lobby, the silence a bit awkward as they both wanted to say something to the other.

It wasn’t like Sungchan had never been on a date before- hell, it wasn’t like he’d never spent time with YN before. This time, it just felt different. He wanted everything to be perfect.

They walked out to Sungchan’s car, he opened the door to the passengers side for her, and circled around to his seat. He offered her his phone so she could pick the music, and began driving. The awkward silence continued. Both of them wanted to say something, but stopped out of fear that it would make things more awkward than they already were.

Sungchan Kept taking glances at her, looking at her outfit, her hair, the rings on her fingers, anything he could sneak peeks at. He turned his gaze to the road once more, pushing his hair out of his face with the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel.

“It’s a bit of a drive,” He broke the silence. “So get comfortable,” He turned to her with a playful smile that made YN laugh a bit.

“Kinda shady, you know, taking a girl on a ‘first date’ out of town, not telling her where she’s going?” YN poked fun at him, sungchan just laughed and shook his head.

“You just want to make me look like a creep, don’t you?” He smiled, eyes on the road, enjoying the banter. “Our other is McDonalds, make your choice,”

YN rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine, but I better not end up on the news,” The two of them laughed lightly, the silence that followed became comfortable as they fell into rhythm with each other.

Sungchan returned to sneaking glances at her when she wasn’t looking, a small smile on his face as he took her in. He put more effort into this date than he would want her to know- he wanted her to think he was some spontaneous, cool guy. Not a guy who was so hellbent on impressing her that he planned the best route to get there, reserved the nicest spot at the place they were going. He didn’t want her to know how nervous he really was, how nervous she really made him.

YN caught him sneaking a glance at her, both looking at each other for a beat too long before YN turned away. Sungchan focused back on the road, and she could see the little smirk on his face.

“What now?” YN asked, resting her head against the window.

“Nothing, nothing,” He smiled, eyes still on the road. There was a beat of silence before he looked towards her again, finding her already looking at him. “You look really pretty, by the way,” He told her. “I meant to tell you earlier,”

YN tried to hide the blush that crept on her cheeks. “I was starting to wonder when you’d say it,”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” He flashed his grin before turning to the road once more.

YN looked down at her lap, trying to figure out what to say back. Should she say he looked good? Handsome? Dashing?

“You look pretty too,” She said, wondering if that was the right word. She heard sungchan’s laugh before she turned to look at him. “What?”

“You could’ve just said I look nice,” He told her.

She frowned. “Well sorry-”

“No, don't apologize! It was cute, you did that at the party too,” He told her, reminding her of how she called him cute when they first met. “Besides, I've never had a girl call me ‘pretty’ before.”

“What do they usually call you?” She asked, tilting her head a bit.

“Usually hot,” He shrugged. “But I like Pretty more,”

They smiled at each other.

Silence didn’t resume, the two of them found things to talk about, the awkward tension they arrived with had soon faded away. They found comfort in their conversations, cracking jokes, telling stories, and asking questions until Sungchan parked his car.

He got out first, walking around and opening the door for YN. He offered his hand when she got out, relieved when she took it. They began walking, the area wasn’t familiar to YN, she looked around, taking in her surroundings.

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going now?” She asked.

“Nope,” He swung their arms, dragging her along. “Just be patient,”

They walked close to each other, Sungchan didn’t stop swinging their arms like a child, as YN laughed at his antics. She kept asking where they were going, to which Sungchan never really answered.

He suddenly stopped them in front of a building, a big glass window adorned with lace curtains, and pretty tables inside. It wasn’t very crowded, and the sound of calm jazz music came from the inside of the restaurant. He gestured to the door.

“Here we are,” He smiled, opening the door for her.

When she walked in she was greeted with the smell of baked goods and freshly cooked food. The restaurant was clean, potted flowers scattered about, local pottery on display, a fresh feeling emanating from the environment. She looked to Sungchan who just smiled, and walked to the hostess.

“I have a reservation for Jung Sungchan,” He said, and YN looked up at him. He flashed her a grin and the hostess looked at her tablet.

“Right this way,”

The two of them followed her through the restaurant. When YN saw a pretty green table with cushioned seats and a small vase holding some tulips, she assumed that was the table he reserved. But when they walked past it, she assumed it must be a larger white table by the wall, soft lights hanging over it. To her surprise, they passed by it too.

When they did stop, they were outside on a beautiful patio, A smooth wooden table with two cushioned seats on either side. The view was of a lush garden, tall trees came up around them to shield them from the sun, a small pond in their sight.

“Your server will be with you in a moment,” The hostess said before leaving the two.

YN was in awe of the scenery, looking around, not noticing when Sungchan circled behind her and pulled out her chair for her. He offered a gentle smile when she noticed him, and sat down. He sat across from her, putting his phone in his back pocket.

“I take it you like it?” he asked.

“It’s…. It’s too much,” she smiled in disbelief, and Sungchan frowned slightly.

“Too much good, or too much bad?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Good! Oh my god, it’s amazing… It's beautiful! I just wasn’t expecting it… like at all.” She could see the relief on his face when she said she liked it. “I really love it, Sungchan,”

“Good,” He smiled, looking at the menu.

“How much did this cost you though? I don’t want you spending all your money on me,” She asked, hoping it wasn’t an exorbitant cost.

Sungchan didn’t want to tell her the cost of their reservation. It wasn’t anything that he couldn’t earn back from work with a few shifts. “Don’t worry about it. It’s money well spent if it’s with you,” He smiled, watching her blush and try to avoid his gaze.

She looked around once more. “How’d you find this place?”

“Do you remember last week when we hung out? You mentioned how Yunjin went out with some of her friends for a day, to this cozy little town that was a bit away, and Yunjin told you about this little restaurant she went to?” He asked.

The week before they had been sitting on YN’s couch, leaned up against each other, Sungchan’s arm draped around her, hand resting on her hip. They had been watching some baking show, which sent YN on a rant about how much Yunjin had bragged about this restaurant she went to with her friends. She was upset she wasn’t able to go because Yunjin showed her a picture of the tiramisu she had, and YN really wanted some.

Sungchan had taken note of the story. The next day he DMed Yunjin asking about the restaurant she had gone to. Yunjin told him she didn’t remember the name, but told him the town they went to.

After getting that, he searched up the town, and spent a good two hours looking through the shops, the restaurants, everything until he found where they sat today. He made his reservation the moment he made sure it was the place, asking for the nicest area they had, and requested extra decoration for a subtle flare.

“You mean the place Yunjin kept bragging about?” YN asked.

“Well I did some digging, and here we are now,” Sungchan told her.

“What kind of digging?” SHe asked suspiciously.

“Months of stalking,” He joked, to which YN rolled her eyes. Their server came in with a basket of fresh bread and butter, filling up their waters and taking their orders. YN ordered a chicken caesar salad with extra croutons and a lemonade, while Sungchan ordered a bowl of Chicken pesto pasta to share, and an iced tea.

YN looked at the flowers, daisies sitting in a painted white vase. She didn’t know Sungchan spent a good while scrolling through her instagram until he found any sign of what flowers she may like.

While they waited for their food, the two of them found themselves in an unintentional game of twenty questions.

“Favorite movie?” Sungchan asked.

“Ten things I hate about you,” She answered.

“Ratatouille,” Sungchan answers.

“Funniest first date experience?” YN asked him.

“It was in like high school, I think. I had a date with this girl, and we were out eating, and then her friends showed up and saw us. They start texting her or some shit, and she ‘goes to the bathroom’ and never comes back. I venmoed her for the money she owed me.” He told her.

“Damn, that’s brutal,”

“Tell me about it,” He sipped his drink. “Your turn,”

“A guy shows up in his work uniform. I don’t think much of it until he checks his phone and says, ‘sorry to cut this short, but my shift is about to start’ and i’m like why would you leave just now? And then when I’m walking out, I see he’s the host of the restaurant. He says bye, and tries to give me a kiss on the cheek,” She told him. “I left a one star review,”

Sungchan burst out laughing. “I thought mine was bad, but damn!” She joined in the laughter.

Soon enough their food arrived, and sungchan scooped out some of his pasta for her, and YN shared some of her salad with him. The two ate, marveling at how good the food really was. YN understood why Yunjin had bragged about it so much. They ate until there was nothing left on their plates except their silverware.

The server came back, and YN expected the check, but instead, two servings of tiramisu were placed in front of them.

“Since you wanted some, I went ahead and ordered it,” Sungchan shrugged, and YN smiled, a genuine grin at the effort he made.

The two ate the tiramisu, YN was in awe of its deliciousness, while Sungchan was just happy YN liked the food so much. When the bill came, Sungchan took it without hesitation, not letting YN have the chance to take it. YN insisted she pay for half, but Sungchan told her he would handle it since he planned it all out. After some protest, the bill was taken back and processed.

When they left the restaurant, they went to an antique store, and YN bought a cute necklace. They shopped around more, there were little boutiques, music stores, produce markets, whatever a person could desire.

They decided to head back when it was around six thirty, arms carrying bags of little goodies they bought, clothes, treats and other baked goods. Sungchan once again opened her door for her, getting into his seat and starting the car. He absentmindedly handed her his phone to pick the music like she did on the way there.

When they started driving, Sungchan let his hand fall to her knee, not really realizing what he was doing, brushing his thumb against her. YN’s eyes widened a bit, glancing over at sungchan as he tried to sneak a peek at her. When he took in her widened expression, he realized where his hand was.

“Is that okay?” he asked, voice quiet, eyes a bit concerned.

YN just nodded, “Yeah, yeah it’s okay,” she gave him a smile.

“You can tell me if-”

“No, dude, really it’s okay, i was just a little… shocked?” She laughed at herself a bit, her hand coming over to rest on his. They gave each other a slightly embarrassed grin, both blushing like idiots.

The drive back to YN’s place was peaceful, but YN couldn’t deny how badly she didn’t want their time together to end. She thought back to the morning, when she was so stressed about how the date would go, not liking it as much as she hoped she would. She was glad she talked herself into going, because if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been able to go on what had been one of the most successful first dates she’d had.

Sungchan was smiling to himself, his hand had moved to hold hers as he rested it on her thigh. He was glad his hard work paid off, and was happier that YN seemed to have fun while they were out.

The two of them sang along to the songs that played, rolled down their windows to feel the cool breeze against them, smiling ear to ear as they drove. Sungchan wasn’t trying to hide his looked at her, wanting her to know how much she liked looking at her.

When they pulled into the parking lot of YN’s building, they both were hit with the reality that their date had to come to an end. Sungchan held her hand as they walked towards the lobby. They chose to take the stairs this time, trying to squeeze in more time with each other as they made their way to her flat. No amount of stairs could stop them from reaching her floor, and they soon found themselves having to say goodbye.

Sungchan walked her to her door, still holding her hand.

“I had a lot of fun, Sungchan,” She said, a bashful tone to her voice.

“I’m glad, I wanted it to go well for us,” He told her, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thank you, really.” She told him, smiling. “It was perfect… kinda too perfect,”

“Better it be too perfect than sucking, you know?” He said, brushing his thumb against the skin of her hand.

“Yeah, you’re right,”

The silence between them was awkward, looking at each other, unspoken words hanging between them as the tension grew. There was something Sungchan wanted to do.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

YN blushed, coughing a little and looking away in an attempt to hide how flustered just the question made her.

“After the first date? Don’t you think that’s a little fast?” She joked, moving her hand to rest on his chest.

Sungchan got the memo, wrapping his arms around her waist, brushing his lips against her neck. “You made out with me at a Frat-Halloween party, and almost had sex with me on a couch,” he reminded her, pulling back to look at her pointedly.

YN just rolled her eyes. “Just kiss me, idiot,”

“Yes ma’am,” Sungchan mumbled before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. It wasn’t the same, lust filled kiss they shared at the party, but it was just as intoxicating. It was a sweet, soft kiss, one that would mean more to them than a sloppy makeout session.

When they pulled away, they smiled at each other. Sungchan loosened his grip around her and took a step back.

“Does this mean I get a second date?” He asked hopefully.

“Well you gotta ask me first,” YN told him. “And I get to plan it this time,”

“Shouldn’t you ask me, then?” Sungchan teased.

“Fine, fine, sungchan,” She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. “WIll you pretty please go on another date with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” He kissed her cheek. “I should probably go now, it’s kind of late.”

YN nodded reluctantly. “Yeah, probably.” She looked up at him with a disappointed look. “Get home safe, okay?”

“I will,” He gave her hand a squeeze before he began walking towards the elevator.

YN went back into her apartment. She had too much fun on her date, and she realized she just might like Sungchan a little too much to let him just leave again. She poked her head out the door and into the hallway, but didn’t see Sungchan.

Sungchan was reluctant to leave, but didn’t want to push his luck after a successful date. He was just glad for the time they got together, even if he was sad he couldn’t get more time with her.

When his phone went off, he didn’t exactly expect the message he received.

YN: come back up here

Sungchan: you miss me already

YN: yes.

YN: come back pls <3

It was a matter of minutes before YN heard three louder than average knocks at her door. She opened the door to see Sungchan slightly out of breath in front of her. She laughed a bit at his wide eyes appearance.

“Did you run up here?” She asked.

“Yeah, why?” He said, taking a step into her flat, wrapping his arms around her again.

YN just laughed at him. “You’re crazy, dude,” She mumbled against him.

“Only for you,” He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Now what did you want? Other than to see my handsome face again?”

“Do you want to get some takeout?” she offered. “Keep our date going a little more?”

“Say less,” Sungchan smiled as YN dragged him inside further, as they decided what food they should order.

PT 2!!!! I’m glad yall enjoyed part one, so here’s part 2. More coming soon 😚

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✰⋆⁺warnings: cussing(!) polyamory(!) heavy angst(!) fluff/comfort(!) gn but masc reader(!) reader is tism and sheep coded (!) panic attack(!) uncontrollable suffocation(!) naked but not sexually (!)

✰⋆⁺Shhh not a vent. I just needed something sad. not a vent..i made a playlist for this btw! Again, for those who haven't read my other oneshot, Lovebug is Fizzaroli and Dizzy is Asmodeus. I wanted to give you guys a taste of what it's like to have hair like mines!! I hope you all enjoy<33

✰⋆⁺ Sometimes you don't feel the best. And that's okay, because your favorite two demons are on the way!

'Maybe you should've just kept your mouth shut.'

I thought to myself.

'They're lucky I'm not mentally unstable. I would've torn their fucking faces off.'

I cried silently as I ripped my suit off, throwing it harshly against the pink carpet. I bleated in anger. or was it sadness? Pure animosity for those ignorant, selfish, egotistical, unprofessional little shits started to cloud my mind.

pressure, pressure, pressure.

I swiped away my tears and stomped to the luxurious bathroom. My hooves made hostile clacks across the tile of the flooring, my puffy tail twitching in agitation.

pressure pressure pressure

I grabbed my essentials, a face towel and a body towel, as well as a few candles. I grab the lighter, but my hands are too shaky to use it. I slam it to the ground as the fluid pours against the smashed glass.

pressure pressure pressure

I looked at myself in the giant mirror. How tired my cheekbones looked, the way my fur desperately begged to be taken care of. But worst of all, was my eyes.

I looked so tired. So hopeless, so broken. Why are you letting them do this to you? You don't have to take this? It's not the only job, you deserve better.

That mask was cracking.

snap!

Something inside of me broke. I just couldn't look away from those sad eyes. Next thing i new, I was sobbing. hard.

I couldn't even conceal my noises, because if i did, I would simply be suffocating myself. My head was pounding, my tears falling faster (pretty sure they made a small puddle, how pathetic).

All the while, I still couldn't look away from those things. Those damned pupils. That thing looking at me in the mirror wasn't me. No, it couldn't be. It was too pitiful. Too weak.

My breathing quickened, my body wasn't listening to my thoughts. As of my brain disconnected from reality, I started to shake. Why cant i breathe?

My head was spinning, all of my hidden problems were choking me straight at the throat. Consciously, i knew I was fine. Yet, my body couldn't help but react in such a way to something as small as thoughts.

Disgusting. How miserable. You cant even hold yourself together. How would Dizzy and Lovebug react?

And as soon as I thought that, I heard the door burst open. A smooth voice to still my shaking, cooling metal to chill my burning skin. I still couldn't breath, and streams were still pooling my eyes.

Now i was being rocked slowly, scratchy humming as well as sniffles in between was bringing me to reality.

Just as my eyes were about to roll to the back of my head, my lungs finally registered my plead to breath. I took in as much air in as i could, sputtering and coughing ever so then.

I was able to see through those dreadful dewdrops, I could finally see the two people who give their love to me. After blinking a few times, I could feel that the tears had reached my skin, and were rapidly drying.

"Are you okay now buggabear?" Asmodeus whispered softly, as if his voice would disturb the silence I've created. Too bad his voice is more of a subduing melody. His eyelights looked down upon me in concern, as well as empathy.

I could only nod sheepishly, which is ironic...

Fizzaroli had his arms fully coiled around my fluff, from chest to waist. His eyes were slightly red, with his head stuffed into my neck.

"Don't scare me like that again!" He glared tearfully. "I couldn't tell if you were gasping for air or choking yourself out." He pouted, despite knowing it was out of your control. I chuckled in self depreciation.

I had only now noticed that Dizzy was in his smaller form, carefully floating his hands over my face. I meekly nodded again, and the softness of him and his love reached my cheeks.

"Oh Froggie..." Dizzy sighed, looking down at Fizzy, picked up the two of us. He looked over towards the tub and the broken lighter- or what used to be of it. Now it was tiny shards covered in chemicals, threatening to stab us if we dared placed our feet upon them.

I seemed to remember that i didn't have any clothes on previous as Asmodeus observed the knocked over candles around the tub rim.

"Would you still like to take a bath? Or is that too much for right now?" He asked, shuffling to balance and step over the shards.

"yes... yes please." I replied. I didn't wanna use my voice much. Lovebug unwrapped himself from me, and sat at the end of the tub. He turned the knobs, mixing and spilling in liquid soap for perfect satisfaction.

The bubbles floated upwards in heart shapes, popping when they reached the warm air above.

"Would you like us to stay?" Asmodeus asked.

As I consented, he lowered me into the tub. My wool instantly started soaking up water, bringing it down a few levels.

Soon enough after untensing a bit, Dizzy took my shoulders from behind and massaged them deeply. I couldn't help but relax and let out a few 'mehs' in delight. His fingers ran through the locs and strands of it all, untangling them to some extent.

Looking over, my heavy soaked wool making it hard to move, I looked over at Lovebug, who had a bottle of coconut and shea butter scented soap.

"Y-you guys do know you really don't have to do this for m-me, right?"I spoke, turning back to the bath wall. I then shiver as i fell a plop of thick liquid being moisturized into my head.

"Of course!/We want to though" They both say at the same time, turning to each other then laughing. The continue to scratch at my scalp and push deeply into my shoulders, forcing my tense muscles to ease up immediately.

"We want to take care of you, especially because you're stressed right now." Asdmodeus starts. "But also being our partner means being an extension of ourselves, we have to tend to ourselves after all?"

"Plus, buggabear, you'll get all stinky and sad- we dont wanna leave you like that!" Fizzaroli jested, poking at the top of your head with gloves. "What kind of partners would we be if we didn't do the the bare minimum of taking care of you?" He finished.

I smiled at my partners' words, chuckling at the 'stinky and sad' part.

Having someone to care for me meant a lot for my healing soul. No one ever, not even in the land of living, has someone ever taken care of me like this. Not even myself.

With such love, such delicacy in a way that didn't make you feel small. These two were the change you really really needed.

You were glad you had some form of escape from those funky thoughts.

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hi!!! i was wondering, can u write tewksbury x reader where the reader is very shy but quite smart, and very touchy? not like weirdly but that's just how she prefers to communicate when she's nervous? maybe reader is Tewksbury's best friend or something of that sort? could be headcannons or a oneshot or whatever you think suits it best

Cling to You

word count: 0.5k + bonus

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: super creative title once more, fem!reader, reader has anxiety, [i think thats it but lmk if i missed anything]

a/n: sorry for the wait! i hope this is close enough to what you had in mind.

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As the thick wooden doors swing open, you hear your name and title announced to the room. Heads turn to take in the new appearance, and you feel your stomach twist at the attention. The crystal chandelier illuminates you brightly, making you feel as though a spotlight is following your every move as you enter the dining room full of people you do not know.

You don’t usually attend such high-class events, but, despite your aversion to social gatherings, you promised your best friend of almost eight years that you would attend his very first charity ball. In all honesty, you would do most anything he asked you to you think… but he doesn’t need to know that.

So here you are, carefully squeezing through the crowd in a dress that’s too itchy and shoes that are too tight. Your eyes scan the room in search of the one person you’re here to see, but no luck. Your shoulders bump with others as they walk past your retreating form, backing you into a wall in the very back of the dining room. You can hear music flooding in from the next room over, where people are dancing and drinking to their hearts content.

Unfortunately, your heart is far from content. You can feel it racing behind your ribs as your senses become overloaded with sights of people bustling about, and sounds of music and loud chatter, and scents of cake and red wine, and the feeling of your dress scraping roughly against your skin, and-

“There you are!”

You jump, gasping for air to ground your shallow breathing, as your best friend, Tewkesbury, weaves through a cluster of people to reach you.

“What are you doing all the way back here? I’ve been looking for you.”

You blink owlishly at him, opening your mouth to speak but not quite knowing how to respond. Your nerve ends spark and tingle with overstimulation that you can't quite shake.

Tewkesbury’s brows furrow in slight concern, noticing how your fingers tremble against your chest. “Is everything alright?”

Without thinking, you lift your shaky hand to the hem of his suit jacket, balling it tightly in your fist to try and relax your jitters. “I’m fine, thank you.”

Tewkesbury smiles comfortingly down at you, replacing his now crumpled jacket with his arm, which you gladly accept.

“Care for a stroll around the garden, m’lady?” He teases, a loving smirk adorning his features.

You feel yourself soften slightly under his gaze, “I told you not to call me that! But yes, please. I could use the fresh air.”

But of course, he already knew that. He’s known you plenty long enough to know all your tells, and he prides himself on being able to calm your nerves. He also knows your distaste for large social events, and he can't help but feel a little guilty for putting you in this position. However, he’s more than happy to help you through it all if it means he gets to be the one who’s arm you cling to as you count all the stars in winter’s night sky.

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EXTRA HC'S:

You and Tewkesbury are basically inseparable, no matter how long the two of you have been friends

You're extremely intelligent and love learning new things, which works perfectly with Tewkesbury's insatiable need to share his knowledge on plants

While Tewkesbury is extremely extroverted, you are quite the opposite

You would much prefer to curl up in your room with a good mystery novel than attend fancy parties and balls and such

So, when you do have to go to such large events, you can imagine the stress

Thankfully Tewkesbury is always by your side

He's never had any problem with the fact that your touchy, it's just how you are

He actually quite likes it. It shows that you trust him

He'll let you hold his arm or squeeze his hand whenever the nerves get to be too much

And he'll never refuse a hug if you need it

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You get Leander Prewett off your back by telling him that you're already courting Sebastian (insp. by a Tik Tok Audio Story)

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The Hufflepuff Princess becomes the focus of Fred Weasley's newest dare

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You spill some dirty secrets about Fred Weasley, Hogwart’s premier jock, after playing Veritaserum Roulette.

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🌱 Illicit Affairs 🔞 (Ao3)

Sirius Black helps you out with some frustrations about your new boyfriend (Marauders Era).

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homesick (a lil thing from love, decay and mayhem) (it's a flashback tho)

ELLO- so normally whenever i post snippets or oneshots, it's mainly from Beast, but today i figured i'd showcase something from Love, Decay and Mayhem which is basically My Friendly Neighborhood but in an apocalyptic setting i guess?? i dunno man i'm tired

for context, the puppets from MFN and Al Gerzwald, as well as Vi, left the studio because they ran out of supplies. they barely escaped a monster (although that isn't mentioned in the snippet cos im dumb lmao), leaving in a sky-ship they had found, and are now leaving home for the first time.

warnings: nothing too serious, just fluff and comfort because vi's feeling homesick, although she does cry a lil omg my poor baby ;A;

characters: vi (oc), ray and ricky, + gerzwald mentioned at the end, small mentions of the other puppets as well as gerzwald's wife who is also an original character

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The noises and various clangs and thuds from the engine room made Vi stir from sleep, and when they didn’t stop, the fifteen year old girl wandered out of the room, trying not to let the new orientation of her bedroom in this skyship throw her off. She followed the noises until she found Ray at work tending to the engines, attempting to understand them as this was their first night operating it. The large red muppet hadn't seen her walk in.

“Ray…!’ she shouted over the cacophany he was making, covering her ears. “Ray! Ray!” Only when she called a third time did he hear her, ceasing his work on the engines. “Sorry, I— Could you maybe keep it down? I’m trying to sleep…”

Ray looked at her blankly for a second, then nodded, placing down his wrench. “You… Sleep?” he asked, as always being a muppet of few words.

Vi shook her head. “No… I don’t think I can… It’s not because of you, it’s just… I’m not used to this skyship yet.” She sighed, clutching her arms tensely.

The red muppet nodded again, allowing the two of them to exit the engine room. “You — okay?” Ray growled, noticing how much more tense the young girl was now.

“N—No… I mean, I’m… I’m fine, I just…” she stammered, feeling tears flood her eyes. And before she could get another word out, she choked out a sob, unable to hold the dam of emotions, and she broke down crying in front of Ray.

Surprised at first, the red muppet hugged her as she sank to her knees. Vi curled up into his fur, crying into him. Ray knew all too well about how she was feeling. It was the first time any of them had left the studio.

“I’m— I’m sorry,” she gasped, trying to rub her eyes but to no avail, the tears kept falling. “I just… I miss home. I miss the studio. I miss Renee and Pearl and—and Goblette and— I… I wish things could be normal again…”

Ray let out a growl of understanding, gently patting her head. “Miss… home… too.”

They spent a while sitting in the hallway, with Vi slowly settling down and Ray letting her curl up against him the whole time. Vi had hoped no one had heard her crying, she wouldn’t know what to say to them or what excuse to give… She’d hardly cried throughout her life… but ever since the apocalypse started, ever since Renee — the woman who was most like a mother to her — had left in search of other survivor colonies… Vi felt more suspectible to her own sadness. And while she only intended for Ray to know what she was feeling, it seeemed someone else would.

“Vi? Vi? Where are—” called a voice from the ventilation, and a sock puppet poked out of the nearest one. “There you are!” Ricky exclaimed, but must have realised that Vi had been crying because he crawled out of the vent and approached her and Ray. “Hey, what— what’s happening, Vi? Are you okay?”

Vi sniffed, unable to form an answer, but Ray did so for her. “Home… sick,” he replied.

“Oh…” Ricky understood immediately, and crawled up to Vi, who picked him up and let him sit on her shoulder like he always would. “Yeah, me too, Vi. I’m pretty sure we all are. And it doesn’t help with Al shutting himself in his cabin, huh?” When both Vi and Ray nodded, he chuckled a little. “I miss the studio too, don’t worry. Cos you know what?”

“W—What?” Vi stammered.

The sock puppet gently nudged the side of her face. “We all still got each other, and I think that’s still pretty good.”

Wiping her eyes, Vi eventually nodded. “Y—Yeah. I… I guess you’re right.”

The three felt themselves too tired to move to a proper bedroom after that, so for pretty much the whole night, they fell asleep in the hallway — Ricky curled up on Vi’s shoulder, with her lying against Ray who leaned on the wall. And when Gerzwald eventually emerged from his room, he was surprised to find the three of them asleep. But he figured to best not disturb them, instead draping a couple of blankets over them.

It wasn’t just those three who were feeling homesick. All of them were. The other puppets… even Gerzwald himself.

But they had each other. And that would mean a lot in the long run.

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( mature ) study session - au : armin x reader

!! requested by @ arminsupremacy_ on tiktok !

i used " the sun melted his wings " by livy on tumblr underneath " armin arlert headcanons masterlist " to help me a bit with this oneshot .

also cries in online school because of covid . i kinda miss interacting with fellow students and creating new friendships . to help slow down the spread , please continue to wear masks , social distance , avoid large gatherings , and wash your hands ! it is important to keep yourself safe along with others !thank you ! <3

word count : 1000+ words

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"Alright biologists, that's it for today's lecture! Make sure you study this weekend for the upcoming exam on Monday!", your biology professor, Professor Hange announced.

You started to put away your notes in your backpack. You were in your 2nd year of university, majoring in biology.

As you were packing up, you heard footsteps from behind you. "Hey Y/N", a familiar voice said. You got up and zipped your backpack, slinging it over your right shoulder, then turned around towards the voice. "Hey Armin", you smiled.

You and Armin had been dating for quite some time now. You had known each other since freshman year of high school. Both you and Armin had a liking for the ocean and it's creatures so you guys had gotten along quite well. You met his childhood friends, Eren and Mikasa, and had become familiar with them. Over the years, the four of you were like family. Well Eren and Mikasa were like family to you, Armin was a little different.

You had developed a crush on the smart blond boy back in junior year. Before meeting him, you never had anyone to talk to about your love for the ocean. So when you found someone with a common interest, you were excited. That excitement had evolved into feelings soon enough.

Armin was always sweet and kind to you. Not once had he ever judged you about something or made you do something you didn't want to do. He was gentle and knew the right words to say and when to say them. Same goes for you, you reciprocated the same actions to him. Before your senior prom, you had confessed your feelings to him and found out he had felt the same. You two had been dating ever since.

"Wanna study together? We can go to my dorm", he said with his hand out for you. You smiled, you loved studying with Armin. He helped you understand some of the questions you needed help on. "Yeah, I'd love to", you said as you linked your hands together.

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"Oh, Armin", you moaned. Your left hand gripped the bedsheets with your right hand on Armin's head. He licked a slow stripe up your heat. He looked up at you and a small smiled crept up on his lips.

Your notes and supplies for class were scattered over the floor along with your panties and bottoms you were wearing. The study session was going well but then quickly turned into a makeout session and then escalated from there.

Armin was quite skilled when it came to oral. He knew your little kinks and how to get you to your edge. He always watched your reactions and what he did to cause each one.

He started to kitty lick your clit slowly, teasing just a bit. "A-Armin, please", you breathed out. He slightly smiled again and put his mouth on your clit.

"Mhmm~", you moaned again as Armin started sucking your clit. He sucked and licked for a few moments and then moved his right hand towards your heat. Armin then inserted his middle finger in your entrance. He pumped his finger in and out twice before adding his ring finger.

As he started fingering you, his mouth left your clit and moved towards his fingers. Armin started to lick your entrance. He took his left hand and gently held your lower stomach down as his thumb started to rub the sensitive bud. ( a/n : im sorry but "bud" just makes me uncomfortable but i didn't know what other name to call it haha )

Armin curled his fingers a bit inside you. He was truly good at doing what he does.

You said his name repeatedly while gripping his hair and his sheets. Soon enough, you felt yourself reach closer and closer to your climax.

"A-Armin, I'm close"

This encouraged Armin to go a little faster. Pumping his fingers in and out, rubbing your clit, and licking swiftly, the pleasure was starting to cloud your head. You arched your back and your legs started to shake.

He removed his mouth from you and just watched in awe as you moaned and moved under his touch. Armin thought you looked so beautiful like this.

( a/n : and when you're not like that, you are still beautiful <3 )

"I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me", Armin cut you off.

You immediately released all over his fingers and arched your back again. Your whole body was shaking. Armin kept fingering you even after you came to ride out your orgasm.

After your body stopped shaking, he pulled his fingers out. He admired your release on his fingers before he put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He maintained eye contact with you while he did this.

After he was done, he sat up and leaned close to you. You leaned close to him and you two began kissing. You could taste yourself a little on his lips. Then Armin pulled away.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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vi and the puppets (part 2: ray)

hey there y'all! been a hot minute since i've posted some writing. here ya go! another MFN (My Friendly Neighborhood) / LDM (Love, Decay and Mayhem) oneshot from my mini-series :D also I'm literally rewatching streams of the game rn haha

warnings: one cuss word (the 'f' one lmao), minor depictions of violence (aka ray hittin richie with an iron lol), a little bit of angst (aka vi crying ;A; i'm sorry my child, but you know i had to do it to you)

characters: vi (5 years old here), ray, gerzwald, renee (gerzwald's wife, they both raised/adopted vi, but technically the puppets helped raise vi too hehe <3) and also richie bromine

read part 1 here!

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Nothing could be heard throughout the basement besides the pained cries of five-year-old Vi, diamond tears streaming down her face as she wandered the empty corridors, holding her teddy bear in her arms. The workers and the janitor had already gone home for the night, making the little girl think she was alone and that she would be lost forever in the basement.

However, her cries did not go unheard. One particular puppet from the My Friendly Neighborhood show approached the opening of a pipe from within upon hearing the cries that sounded so hurt they could have been screams. And when Ray saw Vi curled up against the wall, holding her head, crying, by some boxes, he crawled out of the pipe and came closer to her. It broke his patchwork heart seeing the little girl shaking, looking even smaller than usual curled up like that. Gently, he placed a hand atop her head, and she looked up at the contact. Realizing that it was him, she wordlessly reached up for the large puppet. A low growl-hum rumbling through him, he carefully scooped her up into his arms and let her lie against him as he sat against the wall.

The soft fur of his hand allowed the tears on Vi’s face to be dried quicker as he wiped them away as gently as possible. Ray could tell she didn’t know how to get out of the basement, there was a kind of fear he recognised, the fear that she would be lost forever… no, it was… the fear that she would be alone forever. That, he knew all too well.

When it became apparent that no one else would be coming here for a while, and that it would take as such to come down and find Vi down here, Ray decided to bring her to Stage 2, his workshop, turning on the lights above them so that the room wasn’t surrounded in darkness, and so that she would have a decent place to play in for a while. He grabbed some paper and pencils for her to use while they waited for someone to come get her, and at first she drew in silence.

“Ray? I… I know you didn’t mean to hurt Uncle Richie…” she soon said, rubbing her eyes. “I know you’re not bad like what everyone else says. You’re still my friend.”

Ray growled again, more despondently this time. Yes, he didn’t mean to hurt Richie… or maybe he did. How could he not? The human man had been saying horrible things about the show… about the puppets, about Gerzwald. He’d even said something about Vi. Maybe that was what triggered Ray… the fact that Richie Bromine brought shameless insult to a child, an innocent child that did nothing wrong, a child that Ray cared for so much.

It had happened two weeks prior, and it had been their half-time break on one seemingly ordinary day. They were in Stage 4, the Neighborhood set. Ray had gotten bored of going over lines — of which he had very few — and had decided to go and find Vi so he could at least have some enjoyable company during the thirty-minute break. But a pair of voices drew his attention. Richie and a crew member were standing by the building with the red doors, talking amongst themselves. Ray knew that he shouldn’t have listened in or eavesdropped, and he was going to walk away, but…

“I swear these episodes are getting more and more boring every day,” Richie had said exhaustedly to the crew member. "The movies aren’t even that good. This whole franchise needs to be more mainstream if people are going to love it. But, no, the only ones who do barely even know how to say “neighborhood”. It’s annoying.”

Ray’s curiosity had been piqued, and he hid in the shadow of the entrance to the alleyway, the dim lighting concealing him well enough.

“I don’t know what Gerzwald is thinking, constantly putting me in with the puppets. Why can’t I star with the other humans, huh? All these puppets… they’re crazy. I can feel it. They’re insane and no one except me knows it. Gerzwald is insane. The fact that he thinks this whole show about stupid muppets teaching people about kindness and friendship is just… it’s mad.”

Ray felt anger beginning to stir. He wanted to show Richie what for. Make him regret saying those things about them. About Gerzwald. Because how dare he call them crazy? However he quickly decided to leave the set for now and perhaps try to communicate to Gerzwald about this.

But he didn’t even get the chance to take more than a few steps out of the shadows...

“Besides, even if I were to star with the other people more frequently, I wouldn’t want to have to put up with Violet," said Richie, the name of the little girl redrawing Ray’s attention. “She’s the youngest on the set, damnit. And yet she’s somehow one of the main stars of the show? I hardly even get any scenes because people love her too much. She’s too hyper. Too giggly. She’s gaining more attention from viewers than me, she doesn’t deserve that attention because she can’t possibly know what it’s like for us adults to go through all this. And she’s far too annoying—”

The anger had begin to boil over so much that the large puppet had unconsciously grabbed the nearest item, a clothes iron, stepped out of the shadow of the alleyway, and… well…

“What the HELL?! You’re crazy! You’re FUCKING INSANE!”

Next thing he knew Richie was on the ground, as hurt and furious as Ray had felt. Ray dropped the iron, the plastic and metal clattering onto the floor. The crew members all fearfully stepped away from him, keeping their gaze on him as if he could attack any one of them at any moment.

And then, a few days later, Ray had been moved to the basement, to reduce any risk of any employees being hurt by him.

But Ray had remembered how much his heart had hurt when they were in the process of moving him to the basement. Not just because he would be separated from the rest of the puppets and crew, meant to be isolated so far underground… but because of the way Vi had cried that day. “Don’t go, Ray! Don’t go!” she’d cried, trying to pull him back from Gerzwald by grabbing his arm.

“Violet, dear, you have to let go—” Gerzwald had said, attempting to coerce her from the puppet, but she had only avoided any more convincing from her father, shaking her head desperately.

“You can’t go, Ray!” she’d exclaimed, tears streaming down her face like diamond waterfalls. “Please! I don’t want you to leave!” He desperately wanted to tell her that she would be okay, that he would try his best to manage down in the basement, but alas, words had never been his strong suit. It was heartbreaking, the way she had thought Ray would be leaving for good, even when Gerzwald tried to help her understand that it was not just for the humans’ safety, but for Ray as well, and that this needed to happen. It was heartbreaking how, despite being told this, she kept clinging onto him like both of their lives depended on it, like he’d disappear or vanish from sight if she ever let go. “No! Stay here! You have to stay! Don’t leave!”

It was only when Renee told Vi that she would still be able to see him that the little girl had slowly managed to calm down. She then crouched down in front of her daughter, making sure Vi would listen. “Vi, honey. I know this is hard for you. It’s hard for all of us. But you’ll still be able to see Ray, okay? Just… not as much. We can try to bring you down there with us to see him when we’re filming for the show. Is that okay with you?” When Vi slowly nodded, Renee sighed. “Change can be tough, baby, but I know you’ll be okay. And Ray will be okay too.”

It had taken a while for Vi to let go of Ray’s arm, but the large nine to ten foot tall puppet had knelt down in front of her, picking up her teddy bear that she had dropped on the floor and giving it to her, giving as much of a comforting smile as he could.

Sure, it was lonely down in the basement, but regardless of whether or not he knew he’d be moved, Ray would have defended Vi from any harmful words any day. He found it unforgivable that Richie had called Vi those things. And he would do anything for the little girl that he and the other puppets cared about so much.

Ever since he was the first one to find her at the entrance to the studio, a small baby wrapped up in blankets in a basket, well, needless to say Ray had seen things differently. With Vi around, in the studio, life was brighter, more fun, with each of the puppets holding her dear to their hearts.

He was brought back out of his memories as Vi now stood in front of him and held her teddy bear up to him, waving its hand. “Don’t be sad, Ray,” she spoke, pretending to sound like her bear, “Mr Snuggles still thinks you’re fun! And Vi wanted me to say that she loves you!”

His heart warmed even more, and he gently shook the teddy bear’s hand before bringing Vi back into another hug, feeling much less lonely now. He loved her too. He just wasn’t able to say it.

Even when Renee had found them a few hours later, looking understandably stressed from searching for Vi but now relieved, Ray knew that he could count on Vi, hoping that she felt that she could count on him too. But what surprised him was that, before they left, Renee looked back at him. “Thank you, Ray… thank you. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

And when they left, with Vi being carried in Renee’s arms and waving to him, Ray figured that if there were still a few people who cared about him, then that was all that mattered.

#my friendly neighborhood #my friendly neighborhood ray #wip: love decay and mayhem #mfn ray #oc #original character #when i tell you i cried writing this #also the part where vi's telling ray not to go is based off of the flashback scene in Belle (Mamoru Hosoda) #that scene where suzu's mom goes to save the child stuck across the river near the beginning of the movie #vi's dialogue is sort of but not really based off of young suzu's lines #but it's the same tone/feel/vibe of the scene #absolutely heart-wrenching i tell you #also i hope that i wrote ray correctly HSJKHDKJH #look i know he DOES talk #but even if i did write dialogue for him i wouldn't know what he'd say #i just hope he's in-character enough lol </3 #also idk if what richie bromine said about the show exactly was ever mentioned anywhere #so i just kinda went off lmao #writing #my writing

[jvten]

vi and the puppets (part 1: junebug)

so i'm doing a little miniseries of oneshots of my OC vi with the MFN muppets and it's SO CUTE OMG here's the first one that i have! enjoy!

warnings: none, just PURE FLUFF AND ADORABLENESS WAAA, also the muppets aren't straight up crazy here, they're sane lol

characters: vi (3 years old here), junebug, lilianna

read part 2 here!

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One of the muppets that little Vi was extremely partial to was Junebug, the wild and often eccentric muppet with even wilder green hair, but of course the muppet had a wonderful soft side. The two liked to spend time outside in the park, feeding the dogs, playing in the playground and looking at insects together. It was because of Junebug that Vi had developed such a curiosity for the world.

A sunny morning in the Neighborhood found Junebug and little Vi in the playground, Lilianna with them tending to a few flowers. The two were looking at Lilianna’s handiwork in awe, with Vi being extra careful not to get soil on the clothes that she was matching with Junebug. While Lilianna was working, Junebug hummed to herself.

“Ba-ba-ba-ba,” she hummed.

“Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba,” Vi said, copying her.

“Awww!” Junebug couldn’t help but beam, lifting the little girl into her lap and hugging her. Vi giggled, and the two continued humming to themselves. When Lilianna moved away to the next garden bed, the other two stared at the flowers. “Wow, Lilianna!” Junebug exclaimed, grinning up at the other muppet. “These are all so pretty!”

“Aw, thank you!” smiled Lilianna, then looked at Vi who was gazing at the flowers intently. “Looks like our little princess thinks the same thing!”

Vi looked up at the both of them and nodded. “Mhm!” she said, then pointed to some yellow flowers. “What are these ones?”

“Those are dandelions, dear.”

“Oohh. And these ones?” She pointed to some red ones.

“Oh, I know this one! Uhh… poppies!” said Junebug.

“That’s right!” said Lilianna.

“Oohh, poppies. And this one?” The three-year-old pointed to a group of small purple flowers.

“Those are one of my favourites. They’re violets!” Lilianna smiled again, moving back to the other garden bed she had been working on.

“Oh.” Vi nodded, although it took her a moment until she let out a little gasp. “Hey, that’s my name!” A big grin formed on her small face.

Junebug laughed, hugging her again and waving her little hands around. “That’s right, Vi! That’s your name!” Then, something on the leaf of one of the flowers caught her attention. “Oh, look! It’s a bug!” she exclaimed.

Vi’s eyes grew wide with wonder. “Oohh! Is that a Junebug?” she asked, pointing to the little crawly thing on the leaf.

The green and yellow muppet giggled. “No, Vi, that’s a caterpillar! Maybe there’s an insect called Junebug somewhere. That would be cool!” Junebug moved the two of them closer to the garden bed, to inspect the caterpillar. “Did you know that caterpillars don’t always look like they are now?”

“What do you mean?” Vi looked up at her.

“When a caterpillar reaches a certain time in its life, it makes itself a little home called a cocoon, or some would say a chrysalis, and it keeps itself all warm and snug inside. And then, when it’s ready, it comes out, but it’s not a caterpillar anymore! It turns into a beautiful butterfly!”

Absolutely in awe, Vi gasped, looking from Junebug to the caterpillar on the leaf. “Wow…!”

Junebug giggled again. “You know, Vi, someday I think you’ll be a butterfly!”

“Really?” Vi asked, and the muppet nodded. “How does a butterfly fly?”

“I’ll show you!” Junebug said, and the two got up and ran around the playground, flapping their outstretched arms as if they were wings and pretending to be butterflies, with almost no cares in the world.

#my friendly neighborhood #mfn junebug #wip: love decay and mayhem #oc #original character #SO CUTE #AAAAAA #/pos #also with the butterfly part #when junebug says “someday i think you'll be a butterfly” #it basically means “someday i know you'll grow to be an even more amazing person” #AND ITS SO CUTE #junebug is defs like an older sister waaaaa ;A; <3 #jay writes

[angeliccrybb]

( mature ) freak like me - au ! : jean x reader

this is a song inspired oneshot , inspired by doja cat's song "freak" .

slow in the beginning to set some stuff up

word count : 2,800+ words

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

authors pov

Freak like me

You want a good girl that does bad things (to you)

You never been with no one as nasty (as me)

Spice up your life, come get a freak

Freak like me

If your friends could describe your relationship with Jean, it would be "goals".

The communication between you and him was absolutely amazing. Of course you guys got into arguments but you settled them with open and honest communication. ( a/n : communication is key in a relationship i like to think ) You both made decisions together or let the other know as soon as possible what you were planning.

Your relationship was so strong because you both respected, supported, and valued each other. Nothing was pressured onto the other and no one tried to change anyone or anything. You both loved each other so much.

Before you even met Jean, he was in a relationship with another woman. According to him, you and her are on two different levels; You being on the higher level obviously. She was a "bad girl that did bad things", Jean's words.

You were a "good girl that did bad things to him~".

At around 10 months into your relationship, you and Jean had only been sexually involved with each other a couple of times. Every time you guys did it, it was always amazing. He knew your little kinks and exactly how to pleasure you, same for you but to him.

He liked it when you would pull on his long hair, when you looked into his eyes while moaning his name, or when you would praise him.

You liked it when he left trails of kisses from your lips all the way down to your waistline, when he would moan and groan your name, or when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

Needless to say, you spiced up his life a bit when you both got going. Sure him and his past girlfriend did stuff, but never the stuff you and him did.

At around a year and a half into your relationship, you wanted to try something new with your dear boyfriend.

While shopping for some new clothes, you came across a sex shop. You thought it would be funny to go in there to look at some of the stuff they had. You made your way inside. Looking at the different types of lingerie, toys, and contraptions in the shop, a certain section of the store had caught your eye. You bought a couple things before walking outside towards your car.

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"Hey baby", Jean greeted you as he opened the door to your shared apartment for you. He saw that you had a couple bags in your hands. "Do you need help?", he asked.

You looked at him and smiled. He was sweet to you. You handed him a random bag, "Thank you babe", you said. As you set the rest of the bags on the table, you were excited to show Jean all the clothes you bought, you heard rustling behind you.

"Y/N, what's all this?"

You unhooked your arms from the last bag on the table and turned around. Mouth agape now, you were staring at a curious Jean looking at you with a bag in his left hand. It wasn't just any bag though, it was the sex shop bag and inside the things you bought.

"O-Oh um, that's a little something I got for us. We don't have to use them if you don't want to, I just wanted to try something", you were nervous and embarrassed.

"Oh", is all Jean said before he looked back down inside the bag. You watched as he used his right hand to look through it before he pulled something out.

It was the black silk blindfold you bought. He looked up at you, his left eyebrow cocked up and a smirk on his face. He then went back into the bag and pulled the other item out. Now, it was the leather wrist restraints. You watched his facial expression change from seductive to questionable. This made you even more nervous.

"Jean, we don't have to even use them at all. I don't want to make you uncom-", you started but were cut off.

What he said was not the response you were expecting. You have been wanting to try something new with Jean, just to spice it up a bit in bed, but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable and you also didn't know how to bring it up.

"Let's use them", he quickly said when his eyes met yours.

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Tied him down to my queen bed

Tease him just enough to hate me (hate me)

Tied it tight enough, he can't break free (break free)

Keep him waiting 'til he try (try)

He looks so good like this, you thought as you quickly changed into the new lingerie set you had bought before going to the sex store. It came in a two piece set.

Jean's wrists were tied by the leather ties to the bed frame of your shared queen size bed. You had made sure he was tied tight enough so he couldn't break free. He wore the black silk blindfold you bought and had his back on the pillows that laid against the frame, sitting up. He was almost fully undressed, his dark blue briefs were the only clothing item on him.

You're eyes scanned him, trailing from the blindfold all the way to his stomach. He sat there on the bed waiting for you. His cheeks looked like they had been dusted with pink blush. His lips were formed into a straight line.

Jean was excited to see what you had planned for him, but he was worried about one thing; How would he contain himself from going crazy if he couldn't touch you?

Once you were done putting on your lingerie, you crawled onto the bed. You then straddled Jean's crotch. He groaned as your clothed heat made contact with his clothed crotch. You placed your hands on his shoulders as you started to move you hips back and forth in a slow pace, grinding on him.

"Y/N, please", he whined. His lips had formed into a distressed frown as his lips were parted lightly.

"Please what, Jean?", you said as you slowly brought your hips to a stop. You looked straight at his face and watched as his lips formed a straight line again. His cheeks were a little redder now. He knew you were teasing him.

Jean didn't say anything, so you stopped straddling his crotch, stood on your knees, and moved your body closer to him. Now, your hips hovered over his stomach. You looked down at him and used your thumb and index finger to lift his head up to you.

You leaned down and kissed him, rough. Jean was a little surprised. This was all new for the both of you.

But he liked new. He liked this new side of you. He loved everything about you.

You two began to make out. You had your eyes closed, savoring the moment. You brought your hands up and into his hair and tugged slightly. Jean groaned slightly into the kiss. That small move of yours made him a little jealous. You got to touch him but he didn't get to touch you. He tugged the restraints on his wrists, trying hard to get out of them.

A couple minutes of making out passed by, you pulled away. You were panting while looking down at the panting Jean. You then walked back on your knees, backing up til you were over his knees.

You brought your right hand and used all your fingers to slide against the band of his briefs. You leaned down a little closer, using your left hand to hold you up on the bed.

After a couple slides, you traveled the pads of your fingers onto the print of his bulge. Jean's breath became a little heavy, he was starting to hate you for all the teasing you were doing, but he waited. He wanted to get out of the leather restraints. You smiled to yourself.

You then decided to stop teasing him. You touched the print up and down twice before hooking your right hand onto the waistband. You leaned all your weight to your knees and brought your left hand to the waistband as well. You then started pulling them down.

They were all the way off his waist now. His member was hard and it rested on his lower stomach. Jean picked up his legs so you could take them all the way off his body. You threw them somewhere behind you.

Call you "daddy", give me a nickname (ah)

I ain't afraid of a little pain (No, I ain't 'fraid of a little pain)

You had taken off your panties now. You looked back up at him while you brought your hips closer to his cock. When you were close enough, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. Drool dripped off of your tongue and fell on top of the tip. You took your right hand, scooped up the saliva, and started jerking him off.

He moaned quietly and you kept going. Once you felt his cock was slick enough, you aligned the tip with your entrance. You took your left hand and touched your entrance and spread the wetness around. After a couple of moments, you removed your left hand from your heat and looked down at Jean. You leaned in and kissed him, your lips on his while you sank down on him.

You both moaned into the kiss. He had a pretty big size, but you weren't scared of the small pain that came with it. After you were filled up, you started to move up and then down on him.

You started slow so you could adjust to his size. You had both of your hands on his shoulders again to hold you up and balanced.

"Baby, o-oh, you're so wet and tight", he muttered out. He wasn't wrong, you had that WAP. ( a/n : im sorry i think im losing my mind )

You moaned in response. You could feel him stretching your walls. It felt so good. Going up and down and picking up the pace just a tiny bit, you could feel his tip start to kiss your cervix.

"I'm gonna go faster now, okay?", you told Jean.

"Mhm", he moaned.

You picked up the pace now a bit faster. Your walls around his cock felt so good. You closed your eyes and threw your head back. He wanted to hold your hips so bad. He tugged at the restraints even more until he felt the right one loosen a little. He tugged his right wrist forward, soon his right wrist was free and he brought it straight to your hip. He continued to tug at the left.

You opened your eyes and looked at Jean, a little startled at first of the immediate contact to your hip. You realized his right hand was on you. A little annoyed that you didn't tighten it good enough, you were a little happy he got out of them. Soon, his left wrist was free and he had both of his hands on both sides of your body, guiding you up and down on him.

Jean then brought his left hand to his eyes and took off the blindfold and dropped it down next to him on the bed. He then started to take off your lingerie top. You lifted your arms up and he successfully got it off, throwing that somewhere.

He smirked up at you and then bucked his hips up into you. You threw your head back and closed your eyes tight again. He brought his mouth to your breasts and starting sucking on your left nipple.

The pleasure was starting to cloud your mind. You were close to your release until Jean picked your hips up and pulled out of you.

"Jea-", you opened your eyes and looked at him. Jean then flipped you guys over so now he was behind you and you were in front of him. He pushed your back down and pulled your body closer to him so you were on all fours.

"That's what you get for teasing me, princess", he hissed, his voice was laced with attitude.

Before you could even say anything, he lined himself up with your entrance and rammed into you. You head went into the pillows and your ass was up in the air for him. You moaned his name loud. He pulled back slowly before ramming back into you.

"What's my name baby?", he asked you and pulled back.

"Bab-", you felt a sting to your ass. He spanked you.

"What's my name baby?", he asked again before thrusting hard into you.

"Daddy!", you screamed. You heard him chuckle, before he snaked his right hand to your neck from behind, choking you slightly, and whispered into your ear, "That's right".

He released your neck from his grasp and put his hand back on your hips, going at a fast rate. You were for sure seeing stars. You felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter.

Jean moaned your name, "Oh Y/N, you feel so good", he praised.

You felt his right hand leave your waist and slither down to your heat. He used his ring and middle fingers to rub your clit. Now you were really close to the edge. You were a moaning mess at this point. Moaning his name uncontrollably.

"Daddy! I-I'm close", you screamed. Jean started kissing your back before he said, "I am too princess, just wait a bit".

It took everything in you not to cum without him. He kept thrusting fast and hard into you, still rubbing your clit. ( a/n : multitasking king wtf )

"Okay baby", he said , "Cum for me".

He thrusted once more into you before you came all over him. He shot his release into you, groaning. You could feel both of your cum mixing together and you moaned at the feeling.

After a couple of moments, Jean pulled out of you. You fell forward onto your stomach onto the soft sheets, absolutely drained. You closed your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. Jean laid down right next to you, breathing heavy and trying to catch his breath as well. He was looking at the ceiling for a couple seconds and then looked over at you.

"Here baby", you opened your eyed at his voice and looked at him with your face pressed against the sheets, "Come here". He motioned for you to lay your head on his chest.

With all the strength you had left, you picked yourself up, scooted to him, and then laid your head on his chest. You could hear his rapid heartbeat, it matched yours.

Jean then pulled the covers over you both and made sure you were fully covered. He then kissed the top of your head.

"That was good. I liked it", he said.

"Mhm", is all you responded with. You couldn't even form a whole sentence, you were so tired. He caught on and let out a small laugh.

"You tired?"

"Mhm"

He let out another small laugh, "Okay baby. Goodnight"

"Goodnight babe. I love you"

"I love you too. Now get some rest"

#attack on titan #aot #attack on titan jean #aot x y/n #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #oneshots #aot smut #smut #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #snk #snk x reader #snk jean #aot jean