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Kinktober 「10:04」 — y.jeonghan

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➮ oni!Jeonghan × fem!Reader wc: 5.3k summary: Speed dating never was Y/N’s thing but lucky for her, she just so happened to meet someone worthwhile. He asked her on a proper date which developed into a relationship. After a regular date night, Jeonghan asks Y/N if he can try something new in the bedroom. genres/themes/au: angst/fluff/smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, mention of alcohol consumption, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: food/drink consumption, coffee; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to the reblogs join my taglists! taglist for kinktober is CLOSED. Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: this one was going to be much different but sometimes, the story writes itself. i don't have much else to say so enjoy this piece for kinktober and hbd to Jeonghan! thank you for reading! the next part is Mingyu so stick around for that! as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), deepthroating (f receiving), bulge kink, use of pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex (use protection pls), oral (m receiving), Jeonghan has a huge d!ck, and I think I got all of it but of course, tell me if I missed any. kinks: Bulge kink + deepthroatingdialogue prompt: ❛❛ I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet. ❜❜

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Dating in this day and age had always been difficult for you.

When your friend, Voxx, first suggested speed dating, you laughed it off as a ridiculous notion, not wanting to resort to something you deemed so impersonal. Your friend reassured you that it wasn’t that bad and that they had met their partner during a speed date.

“No, I get that,” you said as you leaned back against their couch, a glass of wine in your hand as they sat on the opposite end of the couch. “I didn’t put much stock in meeting someone on a speed date but Michael has been great and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.”

You nodded, taking a sip from your glass. “Besides,” Voxx continued after taking a sip of their own glass. “How else do you expect to meet anyone? You never approach anyone at the bar, you hardly speak to anyone outside our friend group except for your coworkers,” they added, giving you a knowing look. You narrowed your eyes before lowering your gaze to your glass.

“You have a point.”

Voxx smirked, taking another sip of wine. “It’s really not that bad and if you do get someone truly awful, you don’t have to worry about being stuck with them for very long,” they explained. “You only get a few minutes, maybe ten at most.” You nodded silently as you turned their words over in your head.

“Come on,” your friend whined. “You never know who you might meet!”

You sighed, looking up from your glass. “Fine,” you said when you saw the pleading look in their eyes. “I will attend but if it ends disastrously, I’m blaming you,” you added, pointing at them before downing the rest of your wine right as the timer on the oven went off, signaling dinner was ready and it was time for more wine.

Voxx promised to sign you up for the event, taking care of everything but sending the questionnaire for you to look over and fill out. You emailed it back to the event coordinator who was beyond excited that you were attending. Your friend told you they often hosted these events and was always this ecstatic.

The night of the event, you raided your closet, settling on a simple cream colored blouse with a small keyhole cut just above the bust. You paired it with a dark brown skirt, nude colored stockings, and a pair of stylish but comfortable heels in case you would be doing a lot of standing or walking. Grabbing your beige long wool coat to brave the elements, you were ready.

It was a Saturday afternoon which is why you chose to dress in the color palette you did. An evening event would have seen you in a much more extravagant cocktail dress and your red bottom heels you saved for special occasions.

You took the train into the city, getting off at the appropriate stop and making your way to the address provided by the coordinator which turned out to be a bookstore and cafe. You entered through the front door, greeting the cashier who then pointed you to the private room in the back. The main room of the coffee shop was rather large with couches, arm chairs, and tables placed throughout the shop.

Every wall that didn’t have a window or doorway had a bookshelf lined with books, all separated by genre and organized by author name. It was very organized and tidy. You walked through the open doorway into another, smaller room with love seats, coffee tables, armchairs with a small end table between them. It was the perfect set up and away from prying eyes.

You saw that you were one of the first participants to show up and caught the eye of the coordinator. You only knew who she was because of the picture your friend had shown you. She walked over, smiling warmly at you as she approached. “You must be Y/N,” she said, holding your hand out. Up close, you noticed she had striking red eyes, pointed fangs, and her nails were unusually long and sharp.

As you took her hand, you felt her skin was cold to the touch and it dawned on you that you were now face to face with a vampire. “Uh,” you said, realizing she was waiting for you to answer. “Yes. I’m Y/N,” you replied. She smiled again. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Lucia,” she said.

You thanked her, forcing a smile as you shook hands. “We’re waiting for the rest of the participants to show up but if you’d like to go grab a coffee and browse the books, feel free. We don’t start for another twenty minutes,” she added, pulling out a pocket watch — because of course she did — to check the time. You thanked her once more, looking past her at the other people in the room.

You noticed nonhuman features, inhuman eye and hair colors but also some that looked entirely ordinary. As you walked out of the room to go up to the counter, you saw a woman sporting yellow eyes with vertical slits and bits of scaly skin peeking out from under her hairline, you realized what you’d signed up for, letting out a small groan of frustration.

You quickly composed yourself as you approached the counter and ordered a simple caramel macchiato, paying and stepping aside to pay. As you waited, you pulled out your phone, shooting a quick text to Voxx, conveying your frustration.

You: YOU SIGNED ME UP FOR A MONSTER LOVERS SPEED DATING EVENT?!

Voxx’s response was instantaneous.

Voxx: I thought you might like to give it a try since your track record with humans hasn’t exactly been that great. You: a heads up would have been nice 😒 Voxx: if I had told you it was a monster lover speed dating event beforehand, would you have still gone? You: …no Voxx: exactly. Now stop texting me, put your phone on silent and enjoy the event! (:

You grumbled to yourself as you did just that, putting your phone on silent and slipping it into your pocket as the barista called out your name, setting your coffee on the counter. With your macchiato in hand, you perused the bookshelves, finding several old novels, settling on grabbing one of your favorites, Carmilla.

With the book in hand, you returned to the back private room, moving to sit in one of the armchairs while you waited for the rest of the participants to arrive. Among the ones you'd already seen there were a couple more newer faces.

You kept count as the room slowly filled until there were a total of 19 bodies not including the hostess. There were 10 humans including yourself and 9 humanoids ranging from demons to reptilians and you were sure there was even the odd werecreature. The numbers were uneven though, which you thought odd unless there was meant to be one person without a match each round.

You saw Lucia look around and check her pocket watch once more before getting up and moving to the front of the room. She cleared her throat before smiling, looking around at the guests.

“Good afternoon,” she greeted. “And welcome to the annual Unconventional Couple's Speed Dating Event.” A light, scattered applause rang throughout the room, soft but noticeable.

“Each year, my partner and I host this event to help humans and non-humans come together and meet in a safe environment without the judgment of others,” Lucia explained in a clear calm voice, her warm smile ever present on her lips.

“My partner, Greg, and I met 9 years ago by sheer coincidence and it was practically love at first sight. We decided after being together for four years that we wanted to help others like us meet and potentially find their match.”

As you sipped your coffee, you listened to Lucia's speech. It wasn't as if you were uninterested in dating a monster, it just wasn't something you'd put much thought into before.

A loud bang rang out, making you jump in your seat along with several others and you turned your head in the direction of the sound to see a tall, and rather attractive, man bent over, nursing his knee. He'd run into one of the end tables by the door upon entering.

He looked up, his paint expression melting instantly when he realized he had all eyes in the room on him. He stood up straight, grimacing as he walked further into the room. “Sorry,” he whispered, moving quickly to take the empty armchair by yours.

Several of the others sent icy glares in his direction before returning their attention back to Lucia who started to speak again, going over the rules of the event. Your attention waned as the man in the armchair next to you shifted in his seat.

“If looks could kill,” he muttered. You threw a glance his way, noticing he was staring past you. His eyes shifted, meeting yours and you knew instantly, he was not a regular man.

He had brown eyes that seemed to glow slightly which bordered on uncanny territory for you. From this close proximity, you could see that he was even more attractive than you previously thought.

He had a medium golden skin tone with reddish brown hair, strands falling into his eyes. From between strands of hair, two small dark brown horns peeked out, the tips rounded into nubs.

He wore a white button down under a caramel colored sweater with dark brown fitted pleated pants and black oxfords. Over the entire ensemble, he wore a light cream colored long coat with brown buttons and a sash that hung untied.

He nodded pointedly past you, bringing you back to reality. You turned, following his gaze to find a pair of icy blue eyes staring at the two of you before turning away to look at Lucia. You turned to look at the man once more. His gaze met yours and he smiled, giving you a wink before he turned his attention to the front of the room.

After explaining the rules, Lucia had ten participants, half the humans and half the nonhumans, sit while the remaining half would be the roaming half. It worked out that all humans sitting would be paired with nonhumans and vice versa.

You were lucky enough to be included in the group that was seated, removing your coat and draping it over your seat as Lucia passed out cards with a list of potential questions to ask. You looked over the card, chuckling to yourself at the logo. You read over the questions, rereading them a few times so you wouldn’t have to keep looking at the card.

Lucia then explained you would have up to ten minutes with your date before the timer went off. You were the second to last in the rotation of human females. The first nonhuman to sit in the armchair next to you was a werewolf named Liam. He was nice enough but he had some rather interesting ideas about his ideal family that you weren’t entirely on board with.

As he got up and moved to the next station, the man from before sat down, smiling at you as he settled back in the chair. “Well, hello again,” he said softly, grinning broadly at you. “Hi,” you said holding back a chuckle as you set your almost empty macchiato down on the table.

“I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself earlier,” he said. “I’m Jeonghan.” You looked up as he held out a hand. You took it, shaking his hand. “Y/N,” you replied. “So uh, tell me Jeonghan,” you started, clearing your throat and glancing at the cards.

“What color would you say best describes your personality?”

Jeonghan’s smile widened as he let out a low laugh. “Color?” he asked. “Maybe a nice deep red. Like a merlot,” he said, smirking at you. “What about you? Any color out there to let me get an idea of who you are?” he asked, tilting his head curiously. “Purple,” you answered quickly.

“Purple? Is that like an eggplant or —”

“No,” you answered, shaking your head. “Like a bright, vibrant, almost neon purple.”

Jeonghan’s eyebrows shot up as he looked you over. “Neon purple?” he asked. “You?” You nodded, holding back a smile. “You look more like a baby pink. Pastels,” he said as he straightened up. You laughed to yourself, nodding as you looked down. “You should see me at night,” you replied.

“Is that an invitation?”

You lifted your head to look at him. His smirk had grown, looking even more mischievous as time went on. You found yourself holding his gaze. His eyes were so beautiful and there was something behind them that drew you in but you couldn’t place it. He was overall mesmerizing.

“We only have like five minutes left,” he said suddenly, drawing you from your trance. “Right, you said, glancing down at the card again. Your mind seemed to go blank whenever he opened his mouth. It was unlike you and an entirely new experience but it was one you were liking.

“What are you most passionate about?” you asked, reading from the card.

“Sex. Next,” Jeonghan answered, making you choke on your spit. He laughed as you picked up your drink and sipped, trying to quell your cough. “I’m kidding,” he added as you managed to subdue your coughing fit. “That was supposed to make you laugh. Not potentially kill you.”

You waved your hand, dismissing his concern. “I’m fine,” you gasped, setting your cup down. “I’m passionate about food,” he said as you regained your composure. “Food?” you asked, looking up at him. He nodded. “I love food. Good food is important to me.”

“Okay,” you said, shifting in your seat to face him properly. “Your friends are coming over for dinner, what are you cooking?” you asked. Jeonghan smiled as he leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair. “What friends?” he joked.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine,” you said, giving in to his teasing. “Do you snore?” Jeonghan asked abruptly,” you looked up at him, alarmed. “What?” you asked. “Do you snore?” he asked again. You stared at him silently for a few minutes before answering. “Only when I’m sick,” you said, looking down at the card once more.

“Do you have any party tricks?”

Your question made Jeonghan laugh loudly. “Take me to dinner first,” he said with a wink. Your cheeks burned as you met his gaze. The line itself was enough to have you flushing but the wink just added an extra amount of cheese to it.

You glanced down once more but Jeonghan leaned forward, grabbing the card out of your hand and sat back as you looked up at him. He crumpled the card in his hand, giving you another mischievous grin. “Ask me something off the top of your head,” he said softly, cocking his head to the right.

Your mind went blank as you stared at him. Being put on the spot like this made you nervous as hell. ‘What could I possibly ask him?’ your mind went reeling as you tried to grasp for something to ask. Jeonghan checked his watch, glancing up at you. He made a soft ticking sound, as if to try and pressure you into asking a random question. One that wasn’t printed on the card.

“I am so sorry,” you said softly. “My mind is completely blank.” Jeonghan chuckled as he set the crumpled up card on the table. “That’s alright,” he said, picking up his coffee and downing the rest of it as the timer went off, signaling that 10 minutes had passed.

You felt your heart sink. You didn’t want the time with him to end. He got up and grabbed his coat before he leaned over as the participants started to move to the next station. “When the next round ends, meet me outside. This is boring as hell and you are most certainly not,” he whispered in your ear before standing up, giving you another wink with a smile before he turned and headed for the last date as your third one sat down.

The third round wasn’t nearly as entertaining or interesting as Jeonghan had been. He was a shapeshifter named Kai and he was nice, much nicer than Liam, but he was also quite awkward. When the round finally ended, you felt relief wash over you.

Lucia stood at the front of the room, calling for everyone’s attention.

“Now that we’re finished, I’d like you to fill out the back of the card I gave you and write down the names of the participants you’d like to meet again,” she said. “And afterwards, if you’ll stick around, we have a few ice breaker games to get to know everyone a bit more.”

You looked around as everyone flipped over their cards and started writing. You grabbed your wrinkled one and picked up the pen before writing down one name only: Jeonghan.

Looking up, you saw Jeonghan get up, walk up to Lucia and slip the card into a small box on a table next to her. You saw him briefly exchange words with her before he turned and started for the door. He met your gaze, sending you a wink before he disappeared out the doorway into the main area.

Following your instincts,” you got up and walked up to Lucia. She smiled as you slipped the card into the box. “Are you going to be staying for the ice breaker games?” she asked, sounding hopeful. You forced a smile, shaking your head. “Sorry,” you replied. “I actually had something come up. Family emergency.” Lucia smiled politely. “Of course,” she replied, nodding understandingly.

“Thank you again.” you added. “This was a very informative experience.” You exited the room, returning your book to the shelf and dropping your used mug off at the counter.

Once you were back outside, you looked up and down the sidewalk, hoping to see Jeonghan standing nearby but you didn’t see him anywhere. You felt your heart sink, wondering if you’d taken too long as you continued to look around.

You walked towards the edge of the sidewalk, looking on the opposite side to see if maybe Jeonghan had crossed over. You were getting more and more dejected as you didn’t see him anywhere. You sighed, hoping that Lucia would at least be able to pair you up as you turned and started down the street towards the bus station.

“There you are,” a voice said from behind you. Turning, you saw Jeonghan walking out of the coffee shop and waited as he jogged lightly to catch up. “Thought you had taken off,” he said as he matched your pace, tucking his hands in his coat pockets. You smiled as you walked along. “I thought the same actually,” you said, making him chuckle.

You walked in silence for a few minutes until he skipped ahead, moving to stand in front of you just as you reached the bus stop. “Alright,” he started. “So, I’m sure you wrote my name down. I wrote yours down and only yours,” he added. “So how about we skip the middle and I take you out tonight?” he asked.

Your heart skipped a beat as a smile spread across your face. “Okay,” you said softly, feeling suddenly shy. Jeonghan snorted. “Well, jeez,” he started jokingly. “Don’t go jumping for joy. Wouldn’t want you to die from excitement.” You laughed, playfully swatting at him. “I’d love to,” you replied.

Jeonghan smiled, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Then let’s not wait for Lucia to do her thing,” he said, unlocking the screen and tapping away. “We can just exchange numbers now.” You quickly pulled your phone out and pulled up a new contact as Jeonghan held out his phone. You exchanged with him, typing in your name and number, adding a purple heart emoji.

When you had your phone back in your hands, you read his contact card. His name had the red ogre emoji next to it with the sunglasses smiley face. You shot him a quick text before pocketing your phone. “So what time were you thinking?” you asked, looking up at him as he checked his phone before slipping it back into his coat pocket.

“How about seven?” he asked. “And if you don’t want me to know where you live, let’s just meet there, yeah?” he asked. You nodded. “Meet where?” you asked. Jeonghan nodded towards your pocket. “I sent you the address. It’s a restaurant I love and I’d like to actually share it with someone.”

You pulled out your phone, looking at the notification. You would look it up later to make sure it was actually a restaurant. You trusted that Lucia would vet all the participants pretty well but you could never be too certain. “So, I’ll see you at seven?” he asked as the bus pulled to the stop.

You pulled out your bus pass as the doors opened, several passengers getting off. “Seven,” you agreed, looking back at him with a smile before getting onto the bus, scanning your pass and taking a seat. You waved at him as he stood on the sidewalk. He waved back, smiling as the bus started to roll forward and soon he was out of view as the bus continued down the street.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and fished it out, checking your messages.

Jeonghan👹😎: you’re really pretty (:

You chuckled as you typed a response back.

You: so are you ;)

Jeonghan’s reply was instant.

Jeonghan👹😎: see you at seven, beautiful

One date with Jeonghan turned into two which turned into a third and after a few weeks, you were dating pretty regularly. Lucia had contacted the both of you a few days after the speed dating event to inform you that you had both selected each other and she passed on your contact details but you already had exchanged them.

Your regular dates turned into something romantic and sexual after a couple months and by the third month, you had agreed to be exclusive. You really liked Jeonghan. He was smart, funny, charming, and a little bit annoying but you liked his teasing.

On the surface, he liked to joke around, tease, and play pranks but under that silly exterior was an extremely caring, loving, and passionate person. You learned on the fourth or fifth date that Jeonghan was an oni. You knew from the start that he wasn’t human but that didn’t bother you in the slightest. If anything, it made him much more alluring and added to his appeal.

You’d never truly considered dating any monsters before but now that you had, you were certain you probably wouldn’t ever date human men again. Your past with dating had been turbulent and rocky to say the least but ever since meeting Jeonghan, things had been so much easier. Your relationship with him seemed to come naturally to the both of you.

In the bedroom, things were beyond amazing. Jeonghan was neither pushy or hasty to make you do anything you didn’t want to. Sex with him was as easy as breathing. All you needed to get into the mood was some playful banter, a few light touches, and some whispered dirty words and you were putty in his hands. He was a skilled lover and you were never left unsatisfied.

After a date night out, you returned to your apartment, inviting Jeonghan in for a moment which you knew would turn into more if you played your cards right.

“I’m never ordering that again,” Jeonghan said as you giggled, letting him into your apartment as you stood in the doorway. Once the door was shut, you moved to set your purse on the kitchen counter, fishing out your wallet and phone as Jeonghan walked up behind you. You felt his hands on your waist as he pressed into your backside.

“I like this dress on you,” he murmured, lips brushing against your exposed shoulder. “Yeah?” you asked softly, leaning back against him. He hummed in response, pressing a few kisses to your shoulder before you turned around in his hold, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair. “I think the only thing that would be better is if you took it off,” he said, leaning in to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

Your fingers curled into his hair, pulling him closer as your lips parted, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You felt his fingers dig into your hips, pulling them flush against his. Pulling back slightly, you smirked as he tried to chase your lips. “Maybe you should take it off,” you whispered, nuzzling his nose. Jeonghan let out a groan, sliding his hand down to cup your ass before moving to pull your thigh up, pressing his clothed crotch into you.

“Bedroom,” he muttered, peppering kisses along your jaw. “Now.”

You did as he demanded, heading for the bedroom with him on your heels. Once inside, you heard the soft click of the door shutting as you turned on the bedside lamps. Jeonghan was on you in an instant, pulling at your dress, kissing your neck, littering your skin with love bites as he guided you towards the bed. “I’d like to try something new tonight,” he whispered between kisses.

His hands unzipped the side of your dress, hands moving up to slide the straps of your dress down your arms and letting the garment fall to the floor at your feet, leaving you in your lingerie and heels. “What’s that?” you asked as you stepped out of your dress, kicking it across the wood floor.

Jeonghan cupped the side of your neck just under your jaw. “Climb onto the bed,” he said softly. You glanced down at your feet. “My heels,” you started. Jeonghan clicked his tongue. “Shit, right. Let me handle that.” he said, kneeling down to quickly remove your shoes one at a time. He tossed them aside, ignoring the clatter they made as they bounced across the wood.

“Now, sit on the bed,” he said, gently nudging you. You followed his instruction, sitting on the edge of the mattress, looking up at him as you waited for further instruction. Jeonghan leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips and cupping your cheek.

“You know I absolutely love it when you use your mouth,” he started softly. “And I love the way you do it but I’ve really wanted to fuck your mouth for a while now,” he continued. “I’d really like to try it, if you’ll let me.” You nodded, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand over your face and kissing his palm. “And I promise to reward you,” he added. “Of course,” you answered. “I love trying out new things with you.”

Jeonghan leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. Standing up straight he pulled his tie loose, discarding it on the floor before undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, keeping his eyes on you. He dropped the shirt to the floor, moving his hands to undo the zipper of his pants.

“Here,” you said, reaching out to grab him by the waistband of his pants.

You made quick work of his pants and underwear, pushing them down his thighs, revealing his already hard and leaking cock. You took him in your hand, opening your lips and taking the head into your mouth. Jeonghan let out a throaty groan, one hand moving to the back of your head.

You moved your head, bobbing and taking more and more of his cock into your mouth. You felt the tip hit the back of your throat as he thrust slightly, making a wet gagging sound. You pulled back, waiting a moment before resuming.

You felt his grip on your head tighten as he pushed you further down. “Just a little more,” he groaned. “I know you can do it, sweetheart.” You obliged him, sinking his cock further into your mouth until you felt the head push into your throat. Jeonghan let out a loud moan, throwing his head back.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” he groaned, swallowing thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. He let out a shaky breath, lowering his gaze to look down at you. The hand on the back of your head moved up to the top, slightly tilting your head back. More of his cock sank into your throat at this angle.

He let out another strained moan as he felt your throat constrict around his cock. He moved his other hand down to your throat, fingers feeling the bulge of his cock in your throat. “Oh, shit,” he whispered. “That’s so fucking hot.” He wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing slightly.

After a moment, he pushed your head back slowly, his cock slipping out of your throat.

Once freed, you pulled back, gasping as air filled your lungs. “You alright, baby?” he asked, gently caressing your cheek. You nodded, coughing slightly. “You okay to keep going?” he asked, his voice sounded full of concern. Again, you nodded. “Yeah,” you said. “M’Okay.”

Regardless, Jeonghan gave you a few moments to recover your breath before letting you continue. “If you need to stop, just tap my thigh, okay?” he asked. You nodded, taking his cock in your hand, you stroked him quickly before taking the head back in your mouth, the weight of his cock heavy against your tongue.

Jeonghan’s hips thrusted forward, burying his cock further into your mouth. You removed your hand, moving your hands to his hips as he set a slow, steady pace. You kept your jaw lax, letting him fuck your mouth at his own pace. Each thrust made that same wet gagging sound at the back of your throat, filling the room with nothing but that sound.

His fingers curled into your hair, tightening his grip on your head as he guided you to move into his thrusts. “Fuck,” he groaned. “M’close.” He slowed to a stop, pulling his cock from your mouth. “Up,” Jeonghan ordered, holding his hand out for you to take. He pulled you up onto your feet before turning you to face the bed, pushing you onto it. He removed his pants quickly before cupping your sex.

“Holy shit,” he groaned. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet?” he asked. You whined, wiggling your hips. “Don’t tease me, Hannie.” He chuckled, moving to pull your panties down your thighs. “God, look how fucking wet you are. Fucking soaked,” he growled, fingers swiping through your folds before sinking into your cunt. You let out a moan as he slowly curled his fingers.

“Please, Jeonghan,” you whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

You heard him chuckle as he removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and cleaning them. “You sure you’re ready for me, angel?” You nodded eagerly. “Please,” you whined. “Please. I can take it.”

Jeonghan chuckled again, grabbing the base of his cock and gliding the tip between your folds, gathering your arousal before pushing the head into your slit, the warmth of your cunt welcoming him as he glided in, unrestricted. Each inch filled your walls, stretching you slowly to accommodate his size. “F-fuck,” you gasped as he bottomed out, tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

“So f-full,” you groaned. Jeonghan gave you a harsh thrust, making you cry out sharply. “You really sure you’re ready, my love?” Jeonghan asked, moving his hands to your hips. You nodded once more. “Yes,” you whined, feeling him retract slowly. “Please just fuck m-me!” you gasped as he snapped his hips forward, filling you in one, sharp thrust.

“Oh I plan to,” Jeonghan said softly. “You might wanna hold on, sweetheart,” he added.

“You’re in for a long night.”

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ktownshizzle · 19 days ago

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Nerd & Nerdier | Chapter 4

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader, Jeon Wonwoo x reader; endgame? x reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Attempt At Comedy, Roommates au, Love triangle

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Moving in with two introverts should have been easy. Not when it’s Min Yoongi and Jeon Wonwoo, who decide they both want you. Unhinged, awkward, and nerdy as hell, they proceed to compete for your attention in the most unnecessarily dramatic fashion that culminates into a… rap battle.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Wildly gratuitous, You might 100% chance you’ll fall in love with both of them so that’s a problem, no mxm dynamics to be expected

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter Warnings: NO ROOMMATE RULES this time, Two gorgeous men simping over you - like you ain't gonna find that anywhere else ;) , making out in public (twice!), some mild guilt trip, surprise reveal at the end!

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 4.1k (longest one yet!!) ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: March 9, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: It's the birthday of the love of my life. I made it part of my writing goals to release a Yoongi fic, but I was not able to do standalone one. Sorry, babe. But I think this has all the trappings of what we love about him, so I hope you like it. HBD to @diame93 and thank you to @angellekookie for steering that Woo date in the right direction.

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Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3

You don’t know what you expected from a date with Jeon Wonwoo. Or Min Yoongi. But you were about to find out. Because, as unhinged it may sound, you had agreed to date both your roommates and at the end of it all, potentially pick one of them to be your… boyfriend? It sounds insane, but this is your life now. Congrats.

So yeah, back to Wonwoo. Just dress casually, noona, he tells you that morning. Made sense. But walking into a neon-lit arcade, the sound of metal clinking and game machines buzzing around you, yeah, this makes sense.

It’s just so him to bring you to a place like this. Look, you're not opposed. You just know he’ll be quietly competitive and the night will be full of little moments where for sure he’s going to secretly gloat when he wins.

Wonwoo’s already got that calm, unreadable look as he loads up a beat up game card from his wallet, handing it to the cashier. When he turns back to you, proffering his juiced up plastic to you, you can’t help but grin.

“What?” he asks, lips twitching.

“Nothing,” you tease, taking the card. “You just seem… confident. Cocky, even.”

He chuckles softly, scratching the back of his head. “That’s not true…”

You squint at him, because he is obviously lying. “Are you gonna tell me you’re good at literally every game in this place?”

“Okay. Maybe.”

“Oh my God, you’re going to try to beat me at everything, aren’t you?”

Wonwoo tilts his head. “Noona, thought you wanted me to show you how I feel, not go easy on you.”

This punk bitch.

“Alright bet,” you say, rolling up your cardigan sleeves dramatically. “Bring it.”

🎮🕹️👾 Game 01: Air Hockey 🎮🕹️👾

Wonwoo, to his credit, does let you score the first point.

But then the moment he sees the smug grin on your face, his eyes narrow, and you know you’re done for.

“Hey, noona,” he calls out, voice all smooth and teasing.

Your instincts scream at you not to look—but like an idiot, you do.

Which is exactly when he slams the puck with an irritatingly loud clang! into the goal, the disk ricocheting into the slot barely an inch from your slack hand.

“Fuck, that’s cheating!” you blurt out, scowling.

He just laughs, and you have no choice but to just slide the puck back into play.

You groan when he scores three times in a row. “Are you kidding me?”

“You’re the one who challenged me,” he replies, spinning the mallet in his hand smoothy. “I’m just playing.”

“You’re showing off,” you grumble, hitting the puck.

Wonwoo grins, eyes sharp. "Maybe it's ‘cause I want to impress you.”

A comeback never comes as you fight the warmth creeping up your neck. But that doesn’t deter you from wanting to at least score another point to save face. Just one more point goddamit.

You push the puck with the force of a thousand suns and wham! the it hits Wonwoo’s fingers. Hard.

Wonwoo jerks his hand back with a sharp inhale, hissing through his teeth.

“Shit! Wonwoo—oh my god, are you okay?” You’re already reaching for his hand, cradling his fingers in yours before you even think about it.

His palm is warm—bigger than you always seem to remember, his skin calloused from hours of gaming—but right now, all you care about is checking for any sign of injury.

“It’s fine,” he chuckles, but his voice is slightly strained, and that doesn’t reassure you at all.

“It’s not fine!” You glare at him, shifting his hand under the light to check for swelling. “I literally just assaulted you with a plastic disk—oh my god, does it hurt? Can you move your fingers?”

Wonwoo blinks at you.

Then, slowly, deliberately—he intertwines his fingers with yours.

Your brain can only register question marks.

His grip is solid, firm.

“Yeah,” he nods. “Feels fine to me.”

🎮🕹️👾 Game 02: The Claw Machine 🎮🕹️👾

After suffering a humiliating 1-9 loss, you are desperate to humble Wonwoo.

Your eyes land on a pile of plush keychains inside the most rigged contraption in the entire arcade.

“Okay,” you say, grabbing Wonwoo’s sleeve and pulling him toward the claw machines, “if you’re so good, win me one of these.”

Wonwoo raises a brow, eyeing the display. “Really?”

“What? You scared?” you tease.

He scoffs under his breath, tapping his card against the reader. “No. Just wondering how many I should win you.”

You’re about to fire back when something catches your eye.

A tiny, grumpy-looking black cat plushie, its little embroidered frown somehow way too familiar.

You nudge Wonwoo’s arm, snickering. “Oh my god. That one looks exactly like Yoongi.”

Wonwoo leans in, and when he spots it, his lips twitch. “Shit, you’re right.”

You both dissolve into laughter, the absurdity of it hitting you all at once.

But then, before the moment fully fades, Wonwoo clears his throat and—almost too casually—asks, “Is that what you want?”

His voice is quieter than before, and something about the way he says it—hesitant, just slightly weighted—makes you pause.

It’s just a fuckin’ plushie. Just a joke. But for some reason, his question feels like it holds a different meaning altogether.

Your fingers tighten slightly around the sleeve of your cardigan as you glance at the machine again.

Then, as lightly as you can, you point at another plushie—one a few rows back. A small, round purple cat (or is it a fox?) with oversized round glasses.

“I think that one’s cute,” you say.

Wonwoo follows your gaze, and then he beams.

A slow, lopsided, utterly adorable grin that makes your stomach flip, because now he’s the one with the plushie doppelgänger. And you wanted it.

So that’s the one he goes for.

It takes him three tries, but when he finally catches it, he’s so stupidly pleased with himself that you can’t help but be so endeared.

“Here,” he says, holding it out to you, looking way too proud.

“Thank you,” you take it and snap it on your bag’s zipper.

“Anytime.”

🎮🕹️👾 Game 03: Dance Dance Revolution 🎮🕹️👾

“Absolutely not,” Wonwoo makes an X with his arms when you drag him to the dance machine.

“Absolutely yes,” you shoot back, already stepping onto the platform. “You said you wouldn’t back down, remember?”

Wonwoo runs a hand through his hair, sighing dramatically. Fuck. I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Yup. No turning back now.”

To your surprise, Wonwoo’s actually… not terrible at the game.

He’s a little stiff at first, but by the second round, he’s matching your energy step for step.

When you stumble slightly, he goads. “Need me to slow down?”

“Oh, shut up,” you laugh, aiming to push his arm, but he catches your hand and he ends up not letting go until the last beats of Dub-I-Dub rings out.

After two hours of battling it out at nearly every machine in the arcade, you’re both sitting at the bar for a nightcap.

Wonwoo takes a slow sip of his Jack and Coke, his gaze still amused from your last failed attempt at beating him in a game.

"So," you start, resting your elbow on the counter. "How’s the whole streamer life treating you?"

He shrugs. "It’s fun. Mostly."

"Mostly?"

He exhales through his nose, shaking his head. "You wouldn’t believe some of the weird shit people say in the chat."

You perk up immediately. "Oh, do tell."

Wonwoo gives you a pointed look, but you can see the corner of his lips twitching. "I probably shouldn’t."

"Oh, now you have to," you insist, nudging his arm.

He sighs dramatically, setting his drink down. "Alright, well… the other night, someone offered me, and I quote, ‘one month’s rent to step on them.’"

You nearly choke on your drink. "WHAT—"

"Yeah." He leans back, stretching an arm along the back of your chair. "And they were dead serious, too. Said they could Venmo me immediately."

"I—" You blink, processing this information. "So, did you?"

Wonwoo raises a brow. "What do you think?"

You smirk. "That you seriously considered it."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "I did not."

"Tragic. Could’ve been easy money."

"I’m not stepping on people for money."

"Noble of you."

"Thanks."

A beat of silence.

Then, your curiosity gets the best of you.

"Okay, but have you ever been propositioned?"

Wonwoo tilts his head. "What do you mean?" Honestly, you expect him to say, everyday.

"Oh, you know—" You wave your hand vaguely. "You’re cute, you know that. Has anyone ever slid into your DMs like, ‘oppa, I’d let you ruin my life’ or something?"

He snorts. "That’s oddly specific."

"Listen, I know how unhinged people can get in the chat." You narrow your eyes at him. "You have to be getting nudes."

Wonwoo makes a horrified face. "Fuck. I do not want to talk about that with you."

You burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE—"

"I HAVE NOT—"

"YOU TOTALLY HAVE—"

"I DELETE THEM." His ears are turning pink, which only makes you laugh harder.

"You could’ve just said no!" you tease, nudging his leg with yours.

"I was trying to say no, but you kept..." He stops mid-sentence, exhaling sharply. Then, shaking his head, he leans in slightly, his voice dropping lower. "Wait–you jealous?"

Your brain short-circuits. You weren’t expecting that.

And now, he’s watching you closely, waiting.

You flounder for a response, but Wonwoo is smirking now, fully enjoying this.

You cross your arms. "Why would I be? Those girls don’t even know you like I do."

"And how do you know me?"

"I—"

But before you can say anything else, he leans in just a little closer—enough that you catch the warmth of his breath, the subtle hint of his cologne.

"Because if you really knew me, noona…" His voice is low, teasing, but there’s something heavier underneath it now. "You’d know I don’t care about anyone else."

The air shifts completely. And in a way, you’re glad. Because all night it’s been friendly, lighthearted, like you’re just two pals hanging out. You’ve been waiting for a moment where it could be something more–this was it.

“You know,” you say, swirling the straw in your long island iced tea, “I didn’t expect this.”

“Expect what?” Wonwoo asks, watching you over the rim of his glass.

“You.” You chuckle, a little sheepish. “I thought it’d be more awkward.”

“Wow. High praise.”

“Shut up, I didn’t mean it negatively.”

Wonwoo’s lips curl into a faint smile. “I’m glad it’s not.”

“What now?”

Wonwoo’s expression softens.

And finally, there’s no smirk, no teasing, no competitive edge—just Wonwoo, kind of vulnerable, looking at you like he’s afraid you’ll break his heart.

The silence stretches between you, until he exhales softly and his eyes drop to your lips.

“Noona…?”

He doesn’t finish the question, but you know. And you feel it too, that pull. For a moment you hesitate.

You agreed to date both of them, to figure things out. You’re not supposed to feel like you’re already losing control—like you’re getting swept up in the way Wonwoo looks at you, in the way he makes you feel like you’re a teenager with butterflies in your stomach as you anticipate being kissed.

And if you do kiss him now, does it mean you’ve already chosen?

But even when your brain lagged, your body has already responded. You nod, just barely, and Wonwoo leans in. You meet him halfway.

His lips are softer than you expect, the warmth of his breath mixing with yours as you share your first kiss, slow and unhurried. He tastes like cola but something else is fizzing in your stomach, warm like rum.

His hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheek. When you part your lips, he takes the invitation without hesitation—a gentle, teasing swipe of his tongue against yours, just once, like he only wants the tiniest taste of you for now.

When you pull back, his glasses are slightly fogged, his breathing uneven.

You can’t with how cute he looks in this very moment, lifting his specs to clean with your shirt before settling it back on his nose.

He’s looking at you like he has a million questions.

“What are you thinking?” You ask.

He exhales, “Thought it’d be more awkward.” Of course, he’s using your words against you.

You shake your head at him but something is pulling you towards him like a magnet, and you find yourself slipping down from the bar stool to stand in front of his parted legs. Wonwoo takes this as a sign to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into him.

“Wanna know the truth?”

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking that it’s worth the wait.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder for a second. You should probably pull away, is this too close too fast, but something about this feels… right. You pull back a bit, this time fixing the collar of his shirt, smoothing it down.

“You always do that,” he murmurs, voice lower now.

You shift slightly. “Do what?”

“Take care of me.”

You blink, caught off guard.

“Hmm—”

“I notice it, you know.” He leans back slightly, just enough to look at you, his fingers still resting lightly at your waist. “How you always remind me to eat. How you tell me to bring an umbrella even when it’s barely drizzling. How you sneak snacks into my room when you think I haven’t noticed. How you try to fix my hair or my shirt and stuff…”

Heat rises to your cheeks. “It’s not a big deal—”

“It is to me.”

The words are soft, but firm, landing somewhere deep in your chest. Because you do dote on Woo. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re older, maybe it’s cause he told you once about his social anxieties and it made you want to protect him.

“I guess I just never thought about it,” you admit. “It’s just… you. I like looking out for you.”

Wonwoo studies you for a moment, his thumb absently brushing against your side.

“But starting tonight,” he says, firmer now, “I want to take care of you, instead.”

Oh wow…

“Did I do okay?”

You exhale a laugh, but it comes out shakier than you expect. Because suddenly, you realize how much this meant to him.

“Yeah.” You tighten your grip slightly on his jacket. “You did more than okay.”

Wonwoo smiles, nose crinkling with genuine glee, and suddenly, you think this—him, this night, everything that’s been building between you—might be a little bigger than you let yourself believe.

Four days after

When Yoongi told you to be ready by 4 p.m., you didn’t ask questions. You figured whatever he had planned would be very Yoongi—low-key, no-frills, but somehow effortlessly perfect.

What you didn’t expect was to find him waiting by the door with a picnic basket in one hand and a guitar case slung over his shoulder.

You blink at him. “Are you… serious right now?”

Yoongi smirks, adjusting the strap on his shoulder. “What? You don’t think I can be romantic?”

Oh my god, you are going to perish.

“I just didn’t think you’d be this prepared.” You reply coolly, slipping on your jacket.

He shakes his head at you, but you don’t miss the slight curve of his lips. “Come on. Before the sun disappears.”

The Han River Park isn’t crowded—just a few couples walking hand-in-hand, kids laughing as they run through the grass.

Yoongi leads you to a quiet spot near the water, where the breeze is light, and the sun is beginning to slip lower on the horizon.

“Sit,” he says, kneeling to lay out a gingham blanket from the basket.

You do, watching as he unpacks a familiar looking gimbap—one he’s made many times before, your favorite fruit, and a big thermos of americano.

You start with the fruit and some light conversation.

Yoongi unscrews the cap on the coffee, pouring it into two cups before handing you one.

You take a slow sip, sighing in contentment. "Damn. This hits. You really thought of everything."

"Of course I did," Yoongi deadpans, popping a shine muscat into his mouth. "I had to make sure you wouldn’t whine about being hungry the whole time."

You narrow your eyes. "You say that like I complain a lot."

"You do."

You gasp, pressing a dramatic hand to your chest. "Wow. The audacity. I’m literally the best roommate you have."

"You mean the only one who talks."

"Excuse me—Wonwoo talks too!"

Yoongi scoffs. "He barely says five words unless he’s talking about a game or trying to piss me off."

"Okay, but that’s not my fault. Besides, at least I make things interesting." You lean back on your hands, staring out at the river.

Yoongi hums in amusement. "Speaking of which, did you see the guy in 3B finally left his apartment?"

"Mr. Eyepatch?"

"Yeah. He was outside yesterday, just standing in the hallway staring at this tiny box in his hand."

"Oh my god—do you think he has a tragic backstory?"

"Obviously. No one wears an eyepatch unironically unless they have a past."

You snort, shaking your head. "At least he keeps to himself. Unlike the couple in 5C—"

"Jesus Christ." Yoongi groans, rubbing a hand down his face. “Those two are fuckin’ annoying.”

"I went to do laundry the other night, and they were full-on screaming at each other over piles of underwear."

"God," Yoongi sighs, looking genuinely exhausted. "And then they’re fucking like rabbits five minutes later. It’s exhausting."

"It’s insane," you mutter, shaking your head. Then, after a beat, "So… do you think they actually hate each other or do they just get off on the drama?"

Yoongi raises a brow, considering it. "Honestly? Fifty-fifty."

You nod sagely. "Fair."

There’s a moment of quiet, just the two of you sitting there, sipping coffee, enjoying grapes, watching the river. The kind of comfortable silence that only comes with knowing someone deeply enough to not need to fill every gap with words.

“This is… cute,” you admit, smiling softly.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he grumbles.

“Why this?” you ask, curious. “Why here?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he glances at the river, his free hand absentmindedly drumming against his knee.

“I like it here,” he finally says. “It’s quiet. Gives me time to think.”

You tilt your head. “And you wanted to bring me here?”

There’s a flicker of something in his expression—something softer.

“Yeah,” he says, voice lower now. “Thought maybe I’d want to think about you here, too.”

Your breath catches.

“You say things like that so casually,” you murmur.

Yoongi quirks a brow. “Because I mean them.”

Oh he’s so fucking unfair.

You clear your throat, glancing at the food. “You made us food and drinks. What’s next? A serenade?”

Yoongi smirks, reaching for his guitar. “You joke, but—”

You straighten. “No—” you start but he did bring his guitar so obviously he planned on using it.

“Shut up and listen.”

Before you can even process what to say, Yoongi settles the instrument in his lap, fingers moving effortlessly over the strings as he plays a soft melody.

It’s not a full song—just a quiet, unfinished piece, but there’s something achingly personal about it.

Then, halfway through, he looks at you.

And you realize—This is his confession. Just Yoongi, letting the music say what he won’t.

His voice is barely above a murmur when he speaks again. “I kinda wrote it for you.”

You swallow. “Yoongi…”

He exhales, setting the guitar aside. “I know this whole thing has been stupid. But I’m serious about you. I don’t want you to think this is just about… competing with Wonwoo. It’s not. It never was.”

Hearing the sincerity in his voice, you feel your chest tighten. “Now I know.”

Yoongi watches you carefully, his gaze steady and unguarded. “So…”

“So?”

“Can I kiss you now? Or is that too cliché?”

“It’s a little cliché.”

“And?” he murmurs, leaning in just slightly.

“And… I guess I don’t mind.”

A warning bell should be going off in your head right now. Just a few days ago, you were kissing Wonwoo at that arcade bar. Are you really about to kiss Yoongi, too? And if you let him, you can’t take it back. This won’t be something you all would just laugh off in the morning over bowls of cereal like it’s normal. It’ll mean something. It’ll change everything.

But Yoongi stares like he’s somehow smoothing all the wrinkles in your brain and the part of you that should care about the consequences goes poof.

With the barest tilt of his head, he murmurs, “So c’mere.”

He looks at you in a way that steals all the air in your lungs. He doesn’t move an inch, like he has all the time in the world. He doesn’t pull—you’re the one who leans in first, and that’s exactly what he wanted.

The moment your lips meet, something explodes in your chest. There is a confidence in the way his lips slots and moves against yours, unshakably sure.

Yoongi kisses like he’s imprinting something on you—like he wants every bit of him to sink under your skin, settle in your bones, leave something permanent. Fingers slip through your hair, tilting your head to how he wants you. His lips slide across yours, controlled but devastating, his thumb tracing the hinge of your jaw as if he’s grounding himself in the feel of you.

He angles his head the other way, deepening the kiss, swallowing your gasp, and suddenly, you’re dizzy. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket as your heart pounds between you. He licks into the seam of your lips, staking his claim, like he knows you’re already his for the taking. You move your tongue slowly against his, white hot heat dancing low in your belly.

God you’ve never had a kiss quite like this before. Like it’s consuming you whole, ruining you for anyone else.

When he pulls back, it’s not abrupt and it’s not by much. He lingers, teeth barely tugging at your lower lip, like he’s reluctant to let you go. You moan as he moves to nip at your jaw, his breath warm against your cheek.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

You're still breathless. “Hmm?” Is the only sound you can manage, your grip still tight in his jacket.

Yoongi chuckles, low and rough. He is close enough that you can feel him smirk against your skin. You don’t push for any further explanation. He also didn’t seem like he was going to give you one.

He pulls back fully now, a hint of satisfaction lingering in his gaze as he wets his lower lip.

The sky behind him is painted in gold and violet, the sun dipping below the horizon—but right now, you can’t think about anything except the fact that Min Yoongi just kissed you senseless and looks like he’s already planning on doing it again. And you’re so going to let him.

“Sunset kiss,” he mutters, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. “Told you I could be romantic.”

You let out a shaky breath, still trying to collect yourself. “I believe you.”

Yoongi watches you, smug but quiet. Then, after a pause, he teases, “You good, or?”

And somehow, that is what makes you laugh, pressing your forehead to his shoulder as warmth floods through your chest as you sit side by side to look at the sky.

“Stop it. I’m fine…” you admit, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt slightly when you lean into him.

“Good,” he murmurs, placing an arm across your shoulder. “Then stay close a little longer.”

Just as the last sliver of sunlight disappears beyond the horizon, he murmurs—casual, offhand, like it’s not about to drive you mad:

“By the way… it’s my birthday.”

You freeze. Pull back just enough to see his face. “Yoongi—”

But he only smirks, shrugs. “It’s okay. No big.”

Your stomach twists. This entire evening, the picnic, the song, the kiss— and he didn’t tell you once?

“You idiot...” You shove his shoulder, but your voice comes out softer than you intend. “You should’ve told me.”

He chuckles, catching your wrist before you can swat at him again. His grip is loose, familiar. Safe.

“It’s fine,” he murmurs. “I just… I wanted to spend it like this. With you.”

And fuck.

If your heart wasn’t already completely ruined by him, it sure as hell is now.

“Happy birthday, Yoongi.” Your voice is quieter this time, but you mean it.

He smiles, a thin straight line that makes his cheeks puff out, fingers lacing briefly with yours before he squeezes once and lets go.

“Yeah... It is.”

Chapter Five >

A/N: Happy birthday, Yoongi, my love. The absolute man of my dreams. I wish you more days where you only get to smile and laugh and feel happy. And Wonu, my baby, I wish you a swift and safe service. I will miss you so much.

I know this is such a niche and wildly gratuitous story about my two biases. But I am glad you took the time to read it and hopefully enjoy it as well.

Thank you for reading, you beautiful, lovely human xo See you in the next part!

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PS. Made subtle/vague references to 2 BTS music videos in the scene where Yoongi and you are gossiping about the neighbors. If you guess the 2 MVs correctly, I'll give you a prize. :)

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seiwas · 10 months ago

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contains: suggestive, slight mentions of alcohol, a lil bit cheesy but when is love not, unedited happy birthday, my love 🥺

hajime doesn’t care much about his birthday.

at least, not as much his mom and oikawa do, with lit up candles and striped party hats in his rumpled godzilla pajamas. it's greetings at midnight, on the dot, no matter what—even through the crackling sound of static over ocean waves.

he definitely doesn’t care about it as much as his college friends do, with them slapping his back and elbowing his side until his ribs hurt just so he can down another shot for the 'nth' year of his existence.

(they try with all their might to get him past the 5th, but he's driving tonight; and if there's anything about hajiime stronger than his tolerance, it's how resolute he is—firm in his beliefs and even more with his principles.)

so, hajime doesn't care much about his birthday.

but you do, and when he says things like—

"it's not that important, we don't have to."

—all you hear is, 'bla bla bla, it's important, bla bla bla we have to.'

you prepared a picnic for him, among all the other activities you planned for today.

this morning, you served him a hefty stack of pancakes with a rice bowl full of his favorites (that he took a bite from oh-so-sweetly, only to push it to the side before gripping your thigh, deciding that he wanted something else for breakfast instead).

then, you went on a hike. just a short trek up his favorite spot an hour out of town. hajime likes being under the sun; he loves the heat, the sweat that trickles down the divots of his muscles because they mean hard work. a good effort. a sign of trying.

he loves tackling you the most in this state—sticky and sweaty, a little slippery. you hate how it mixes in with your sunscreen, but love how hajime feels against your skin, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and chin tucked sloppily against your neck.

so you let him.

(and even though you tell him he gets a pass because it's his birthday, he knows that isn't true. you always let him do this, anyway.)

his favorite roast beef sandwich, then a shower and dessert (yes, together) later have found yourselves here, at the cusp of sunset, a drive up at your favorite spot overlooking the city.

you prepared a picnic for him, packed all his favorite snacks and berries; made a small chocolate cake with the letters 'hbd hajime ♡' in even smaller fondant cut-outs. simple and minimal (because you know he would prefer it). you intended to watch the sun go down cuddled up in the few blankets you brought, but the weather’s been gloomy for the past 30 minutes, and even worse than that—it's begun to rain.

hajime can sense your stress, he always does, and when he rubs circles on your back telling you, "it's not that important, we don't have to."

you only feel the need to prove him wrong.

if you push forward the chairs in the middle row of his suv, you'll have enough space at the back. and if you park the car to face the view, you can still catch the twinkling of city lights when it turns dark.

the cogs in your brain turn and your brows scrunch as you remain silent, so much so that it begins to worry him.

rain patters against the windshield, and hajime leans over the center console, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"it's okay, babe, you've done so much for me already. we can go back—"

"no," you look him in the eye.

because, it is important.

hajime, the man you love and have loved for the past 4 years; the most hardworking, determined, and considerate man you've ever known was born today, 26 years ago.

and hajime might not care about his birthday because he doesn't think it matters all that much, but it matters to you, because this has been the most important day of the year to you since first meeting him.

"give me a bit," you twist to face the back, "excuse me," urging hajime to move to the side as you cross the center console to the seats at the middle row. you push the seats forward and bend over the backrest, hauling your picnic basket, blankets, and pillows to the now vacant and spacious trunk.

"i can help—" you hear his door handle click.

"no!" you shout from the back, "remember, we agreed! birthday boy relaxes and enjoys!"

he isn't happy about it, and you know he'll insist that he can only relax and enjoy if you're relaxed and enjoying, but you work quickly enough that he doesn't get to argue.

when you call him to the back, you've set up the entire space. the picnic mat is laid out, pillows placed comfortably in areas you both can cuddle in. a bunch of berries and crackers are laid out in a makeshift food section, along with a few bags of chips and the small chocolate cake you stayed up last night making. you serve water as your drinks because hajime prefers it that way.

the sight that greets him is more than anything he thinks he deserves, but what truly takes the cake is you, sitting on the palms of your feet with your baby hairs matted to your forehead and the sweetest smile reaching your cheeks. you hold up your phone to show a live youtube video of a setting sun in some place, somewhere in the world, and amidst the rain pattering against the roof of his car, hajime thinks he would rather have this over a real sunset, somewhere in the world, without you.

he crawls over to where you are, careful to avoid the food you set up. his cheeks hurt from smiling, eyes crinkling as he takes your cheeks in the palms of his hands, squishing them together before kissing you with all the love he can't put into words.

hajime doesn’t care much about his birthday.

but as he parks the car in reverse, positioning the trunk to view the city lights down below, he sees the twinkle in your eyes and can’t help but love how happy his birthday makes you.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #shotorus.bubble #happy birthday hajime #i love him so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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seoltzuki · 5 months ago

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Delivery!

momo x fem reader

fluff

Weekly Momo deliveries and you just want a little sweet treat!

a/n: based from a true story (I didn’t kiss the delivery person though, but we are very good friends now) wait kiss? oops spoiler! also this used to be on my ao3

hbd momo ily!

Every Monday, you wait for the knock on your door, signaling the arrival of your weekly supply of fresh fruits and vegetables from the local farmers market. You’d heard about the service from Tzuyu, who swore by the convenience and quality.

Before your first delivery, you had already made a little request in the online order form: “send a sweet treat, surprise me.” It was a tiny change to break up your predictable and mundane schedule.

Just a little something new!

Your first meeting with Momo, the delivery person, was something. You opened the door, eyes still crusty from sleep, and there she was: rolled-up sleeves, a half-up hairdo, and cute glasses framing her face.

“Oh, hey! Didn’t expect—uh, someone like y-”

She flashed a smile that could rival the sun. “Hi! I’m Momo! Hope the surprise is a good one!” she said, raising the bag higher to your face, her muscles working and showing.

You caught a glimpse in the bag: a pack of gummies poking out the top. “This is exactly what I needed. Thank you so much!”

Momo chuckled and shrugged. “Glad you like it! I’ll be sure to keep them coming. Have a nice day!”

With that, she left, but you couldn’t stop smiling. From that Monday on, your exchanges became something you looked forward to. Momo started adding a different treat each time, a little touch of sweet mixed into your groceries.

Mondays slowly turned into mini-breaks from life’s usual grind, and Momo would show up each week with her easygoing charm. You’d chat about the weather, exchange stories from your week, and laugh over the oddities that ended up in the produce bag. Once, Momo brought you an alien-looking fruit neither of you could identify, sparking a lively debate over how one might even begin to eat it.

One Monday, Momo didn’t show up. Instead, her replacement named Jihyo knocked on your door. And of course you asked,

“Momo doing okay?”

“She’s fine, just a bit under the weather,” Jihyo replied with a smile. “But she wanted to make sure I didn’t skip your sweet.” She handed over your bag, complete with a box of chocolates and a handwritten note: “Caught a cold. I’m fine—don’t worry. And here’s the weekly treat ;)”

In that moment, you realized it wasn’t just about the fruits and sweets anymore—it was more. The connection Momo had brought to each delivery, her attention, her care...

Her, her, her.

Each Monday after that was a little brighter. One week, Momo handed you a box of caramels, a playful gleam in her eye. “Going for extra sugar today. Hope you’re up for it.”

You giggled, “I trust your judgment. You're somehow always right.”

Momo grinned. “Hey, maybe I have a hidden talent for matching snacks to people’s moods. Or just giving the right treat to the prettiest person I know.”

Your small talk gradually gave way to deeper conversations. She’d share stories from the market—the quirky customers, the hectic mornings, the occasional disasters with fresh produce. You found yourself opening up too, laughing about the oddest things in your week, discussing favorite candies and ridiculous fruit facts.

One rainy Monday, she handed over the bag with a selection of comfort sweets: chocolates, marshmallows, the works. “Rainy days call for the good stuff,” she said simply, and you couldn’t help but feel seen.

Loved, maybe?

Another Monday, Momo told you about a local festival coming up. “They’ve got some amazing desserts there. Maybe you’d want to check it out?”

It sounded like a nice change of pace. So of course you agreed.

And of course you'd say yes to the cutest girl you've ever met.

When the day of the festival came, you ended up meeting Momo there, navigating the crowded stalls and sampling all the treats. At one point, she turned to you. “You know, it feels like I’ve known you forever, and it’s only been, what, a few months?”

You nodded. “Honestly, Mondays have started feeling like a whole separate world. All because of you Momo, thank you.” you whispered, linking your pinky with hers.

You didn't miss the way she blushed.

In the weeks that followed, you found yourself waiting eagerly for those Monday and the possibility of other shared moments beyond the doorstep. Then, one sunny Monday, Momo brought you a small potted plant.

“I thought your place could use a touch of green. Plus, plants are like natural mood boosters, right?”

Touched, you accepted the gift, realizing it was more than just a plant—it symbolized something more.

One day, as you sat together on your cozy couch, Momo turned to you with a soft smile. “You know, you’ve made my Mondays something to look forward to. It’s not just about the deliveries—it’s about you.”

You felt a flutter in your chest and met Momo's gaze. She looked so sickeningly cute, her glasses slightly crooked, her cheeks flushed red and puffed up.

The words hung in the air with hearts beating faster and butterflies flying harder.

Before you could respond, Momo’s hand gently cupped your cheek, her warm fingers brushing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. She leaned in slowly, her lips meeting yours—soft, warm, tentative at first, then pressing with a little more certainty. The gentle pressure of her mouth against yours deepened as you both leaned closer, letting the moment linger.

When she pulled back, Momo gave you a small, shy smile, her nose scrunching up in that familiar way. “I really like you, Y/N.”

Her other hand slipped to the back of your neck, her fingertips tracing lightly along your skin, pulling you closer as her lips found yours again. This kiss was warm, unhurried.

“I like you so much.”

Another kiss.

Mondays would then never be the same, they’d be even better.

#twice x reader #twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice smut #kpop imagines #gg x reader #gg imagines #kpop scenarios #momo smut #momo x reader

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clawsdevour · 6 months ago

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hq charas telling u hbd hcs

wc: 0.4k content warning: not proofread, all fluff headcanons!!

note: dedicated to my mutual, happy late birthday @laid-backcamp <3

❛ 。˳ ❀˚

-the type to chalantly spoil you rotten. They're walking around trying to seek you with presents occupying their field of vision. The moment they see you, they're running at you full force with gifts overbearing their hands while yelling out happy birthday.

"BABEE!!! HAPPPPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"

charas: hinata shoyo, bokuto kotaro, nishinoya yu, oikawa tooru

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-the type to start singing happy birthday to you loudly whenever they see you in an attempt to playfully taunt you while letting other people know it's your birthday because they want you to be treated like royalty on your special day. Of course at some point you just gotta walk up to them and slap your hand over their mouth.

"Hey hey, look it's the birthday girl!!! Happy birth-!"

charas: kuroo tetsuro, osamu miya, atsumu miya, lev haiba

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-the type to make you small but memorable handmade items for your birthday. You're constantly at the back of their head, so what else would be perfect but a gift from the heart? They definitely worked on their little project days or maybe even weeks before your special day!

"Happy birthday love! Here's this gift I made you. It might not look like much but remember that I made you it out of love!!"

charas: daichi sawamura, akaashi keiji, kita shinsuke, tadashi yamaguchi

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-the type to write you a little letter and give you money or lucky charm/keychain stashed in the envelope because they aren't sure what you'd like. Trust me, they do love you but they just don't know what to get you as a gift! They would believe that it'd be better off if they handed you money to get whatever you'd like or a little lucky charm/keychain.

"Happy birthday..! I didn't know exactly what to get you but I hope this could somehow make up for it."

charas: tsukishima kei, sakusa kiyoomi, kenma kozume, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio

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-the type to make you a basket with a letter, snacks, a plushie, and things you've really wanted. In the letter, they written about why they got you a certain item, could just be because you talked about wanting it or if the item reminded them of you. They put so much thought into your birthday that they would forget about their own priorities.

"Happy birthday dear! This is for you, it's filled to the brim with your favorite sweet treats, and the stuffed animal you've had your eye on!"

charas: iwaizumi hajime, yaku morisuke, sugawara koshi

masterlist here

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illubean · 10 months ago

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Howdy 🤠

So my birthday is this Friday (btw this is a no pressure thing not like that's the deadline 😅) and I was just wondering how the phantom troupe would feel about that [simple HC are fine I know it would be a lot to ask for otherwise]. If that's too much than just these characters are cool

-Uvo, nobu, phinks, shizuku and maybe kalluto-

Order of importance ←⁠_⁠← too →⁠_⁠→

Oh and if reader can be in the troupe but still like "new" so first bday of hers with them yk ┐⁠(⁠‘_`⁠;⁠)⁠┌, HMU if you don't or need anything else.

Have a fantabulous rest of your (__fitb__) ♥⁠╣⁠[⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠]⁠╠⁠♥

Celebrating Your Birthday

Characters: Uvogin, Nobunaga Hazama, Phinks Magkub, Shizuku Murasaki Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

hhhhAAAAAAPPPYYY BIRRRTHHHHHDAYYYY TO YOUU- tumblr needs to bring back the yellow font I NEED MORE VARIETY

Warnings: none

Uvogin

he's probably the most enthusiastic about celebrating your birthday

bro would sneak into your window at like 6 in the morning just to jump on you and wake you up with a loud "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"

pls explain to your neighbors that the large, burly man breaking into your home was in fact just your friend (who also happens to be a wanted criminal but you can leave that part out...)

even if you are fairly new to the troupe Uvogin likes all of you guys equally

new or not you are part of the family

his way of celebrating is...not your average celebration I guess?

in his words, he want's to take you to "get drunk and fuck shit up"

and by fuck shit up he probably means steal or sneak into some sort of underground gambling hall and beat up some lowly thugs

even if you're not into that sort of thing he's dragging you with him and doing it anyways 😭

he wants you to have a good time on your birthday, especially since much of the troupe doesn't know their own!! its just his definition of a good time is much different than your average guy...

Nobunaga Hazama

despite his appearance Nobunaga is actually one of the nicer members of the troupe

so if you mention your birthday around him he will store it in his brain for later

he's not as over the top crazy like his friend Uvogin

but he does make an effort to greet you on your birthday

it might be difficult if the troupe doesn't have a scheduled meeting that day

but if he doesn't see you he'll be sure to greet you later when he does

he might gift you something small, like a candy bar or a candle

he wouldn't initiate going out anywhere but if you asked him to come celebrate with you he would

Phinks Magkub

since your new I lwky don't think he would care all that much about your birthday...

he hasn't had enough time to get to know you and you're naturally the troupe member he has the weakest bond with

he does have a kind heart but to be fair he probably doesn't even know your birthday

but if you tell him day of he's like oh hbd

and leaves it at that

you guys aren't close enough yet for him to want to celebrate with you or get you a gift >.<

Shizuku Murasaki

poor baby

she tries so hard to remember your birthday, even if she comes off as nonchalant at times

she has it written on every calendar possible and even put it in big bold letters on her arm the day of

but she still forgot because she wears long sleeves most of the time 😭

it already took her like a week or 2 to even remember your name

but she really is trying :(

she's a sweet girl who values having bonds with each troupe member

she might try and go out to get you a gift but then forgot what she was at the market for

but when she see's the date again for like the 3rd time that day she will go get another troupe member to come find something for you together so they can remind her

she has no clue what to get you so she probably decides on a pastry or slice of cake that she actually ends up paying for

the money was probably stolen but oh well...it's the thought that counts

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blythings · 1 year ago

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Tom blyth birthday smut if you can?

it's the 2nd of feb in australia so hbd to the loml!! thank you for sending me this req anon, perfect timing with this one 💞 this is super self-indulgent since the reader is a corporate girlie like me. also this is unedited and super rushed but hope you enjoy anyway!!!

CAKE | TOM BLYTH

— pairing: tom blyth x fem!reader — summary: when the birthday cake you had planned to make for your boyfriend doesn't go according to plan, he comes up with an alternative gift to salvage the celeberation. — content: mdni, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, very minimal dirty talk —word count: 958 words

requests are open for tom and his characters!~

As Tom steps into your shared apartment, he’s greeted by the inviting aroma of rich chocolate, tinged with the simultaneous smell of something burning, which only intensifies with each step he takes.

He calls out your name as he leans against the entry into the kitchen. It’s two pm on a Friday afternoon — normally, you would still be at your office during this time, fending off the mid-afternoon fatigue by drinking too many cans of Coke Zero and texting him some of the ridiculous items that would land in your inbox.

That said, it doesn’t take two seconds for him to know why you would be home so early. You had been apologetic all week about not having enough time to plan something more elaborate for his birthday and while he had tried to reassure you, he still sensed the faint trace of guilt behind your expression.

At the sound of his voice, you look up from the mixing bowl, filled with a chocolatey concoction. “You’re home early,” you say — ironically — before you return to mixing, your frustrations from the week seemingly being beaten into the side of the bowl. You had rolled up the sleeves of your blouse though powdered sugar still dusts the fabric. There is a brown lump by the sink that Tom can only assume had been your first attempt at baking a cake, and the reason why his kitchen smells like a hazard site at that moment.

He pads over and wraps his arms around your frame. He asks, “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

You sigh, your shoulders sagging. “I had to at least get you a cake,” you answer, “and I didn’t want to just grab one after work. I’m gonna make you a cake even if it kills me.”

“It looks like it might.” Tom mumbles under his breath, kissing the side of your head.

It isn’t like you didn’t have plans for his birthday during the weekend. But between Tom’s acting career taking off and your own job picking back up after the holiday break, the chaos that had followed is enough to eat away at your time and energy. You had been too caught up in work to plan anything special. You recall Tom’s words, his easy-going reassurance that he didn’t mind if you had a more lowkey celebration that year. Even so, guilt had been gnawing at your insides all week, fueled by the knowledge that you haven’t been as attentive since you had returned to work.

But as the two of you stand in your cluttered kitchen, it is obvious that you might’ve miscalculated your own culinary ineptitude.

“I even got this stupid cake mold for this.” You huff, lifting the heart shaped cake mold that you had picked up on your way home. “But even when I try to read the recipe, I’m not getting it right. It’s stressing me out.”

He kisses your cheek. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but I don’t want you stressing over this. We can just buy a cake from the bakery. I assume you don’t have to go back and finish any work, right?”

You shake your head. “I said there was an emergency.”

“Tell your work that something was burning. That way, you wouldn’t be lying.”

“Clever.”

“I have my moments.” He says, trailing his lips down the side of your neck. A hand trails lower and you drop the spatula into the mixing bowl as he turns you around, his mouth slotting against yours.

You’re prepared for his kiss, the years you’ve been together bringing about a level of ease that you’ve never had with any of your previous partners. He moves the mixing bowl to the side, lifting you up to rest on top of the counter. You scrunch your nose at the thought of having to do a deep clean of the kitchen later in the afternoon.

But your thoughts don’t stray from Tom for too long as he licks into your mouth. His hand moves down to your knee, tugging your legs open as sinks to the floor between your spread thighs.

“Still wanna give me something sweet?” He murmurs, pushing the hem of your skirt up. You can only offer a nod as he loops his fingers around the sides of your underwear, pulling it down your legs.

“I should be the one who — ” You start to say but he shakes his head, running two fingers up your throbbing core.

“Couldn’t even get me a proper cake,” He cuts you off, teasing, “let me taste you instead.”

You’re about to reply before he’s burying his mouth between your thighs, your mouth releasing a string of whimpers and gasps as he mouths over your clit. You cry out in pleasure as he begins nudging your bud around his tongue, his eyes watching your reactions intently. He pulls away with a lewd pop, leaning back. “This cunt is mine, isn’t it?” He asks, placing a kiss on your inner thigh. You want to bask in his touches, but the drag of his fingers and the feel of his lips sets your body ablaze.

His fingers trail down your slit before he slips two digits deep into you. You cry out when he shoves his fingers deeper inside, a warning for you. “Yours,” you manage to choke out.

Your thighs quiver around him as you cry out his name, the tightness in your belly snapping apart as your body spasms from your orgasm.

“That was fast.” He teases you, chuckling as you push him off your thighs. “Want me to help you clean all of this up?” He asks as he gestures around the kitchen, and you shake your head.

“Later. We’ve got a birthday to celebrate.”

#tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x oc #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow x oc #coriolanus snow fanfiction #tbosas #smut

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shall-we-die · 5 months ago

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{HBD Dear Y/N!~}

A list of gifts they gonna give you 🎁

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☰[Main list]•⊰ X Bungo stray dogs

#Part 1 || #Part 2 || #Part 3📍 || #Part 4

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[Dazai]

A rope for a romantic double— A rare first edition book A unique piece of art Handmade gifts with sentimental value A weekend getaway to a fancy hotel (And suddenly Kunikida finds out his wallet is no where to be seen...)

[Atsushi]

A piece of jewelry (not that expensive, he's broke), such as a necklace, bracelet, or earrings. A soft and comfortable piece of clothing, like a sweater or scarf. A collection of their favorite books or movies. A cute plushie or stuffed animal.

[Chuuya]

Expensive clothes or jewelry Expensive wine The entire set of a manga or series that they're into A big bouquet of flowers/money along with a cute plushie A reservation at an expensive restaurant A getaway vacation Couple rings A custom-made necklace with their name on it A mixtape or a photo album of his favorite memories with them (Someone stop this man pls! I'm jealous...)

[Akutagawa]

(He surely asked Gin to help him.) Books...? Gadgets, maybe not... Something handmade (he probably knows how to do the simple stuff) *Gin slapping her face in the background He finally gave you a little bracelet with a lil shiny diamond on it.

[Tetchou]

Food... your favorites of course.

[Jouno]

Cute accessories like hairpins or hair ties. Luxurious clothing, like a dress or a nice outfit.

[Fyodor]

New instruments if his s\o is into any of them. If his s\o is into writing, he would buy tons of new notebooks and other writing stuff for them. Would buy a lot of high quality stationary for his s\o Would buy them a brand new expensive outfit, if his s\o is into clothes at all New books in case if they are a reader Would buy them a bunch of chocolates and whatever their favorite snacks are

[Nikolai]

Probably very fancy food stuff. He'd get them (stole some things) like high-quality silk and velvet clothes, like fancy dresses or suits, and he might even get them a really expensive piece of jewellery like a gold necklace. Nikolai would want only the best for his s/o.

[Sigma]

A piece of artwork or home decor like a painting or sculpture. A high-end coffee machine or espresso setup.

#𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜–[🎂]#𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜–[🍬]#𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎–[🍓]#bsd x reader #bsd hcs #bsd headcanons #bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs headcanons #osamu dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #ryunosuke akutagawa x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #tetchou suehiro x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #bsd sigma x reader

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stebeans · 3 months ago

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Arcane F1AU

The film crew interviews Caitlyn Kiramman and others for their insight during the shocking '24 silly season. A little bit of Caitlyn's history. Also grandma Matilda was the GOAT.

This one's a long one, please bare with me and hope you enjoy. Also hbd to our favorite Kiramman!

It's Lights Out - Part 2

"So..." The film director hesitated slightly as she watched the normally unflappable Caitlyn Kiramman shift uncomfortably in her seat, coined teasingly the "hot seat" by everyone interviewed thus far. Clearing her throat, the director switched tactics. "Are you comfortable? Is there anything we can get you?"

Caitlyn shot the director a small appreciative smile as she finally settled in, fingers still twitching nervously against her thighs. "No thank you." Blowing out a deep breath, Caitlyn nodded her head in affirmation, more to herself than anyone else in the room. "I'm ready."

"So," the director began again, "can you explain to the audience, for those who might not know, what "silly season" is?".

The Kiramman driver looked thoughtful as she contemplated how best to explain the term.

"Silly season," Caitlyn began, eyes looking distantly over the shoulder of the director who was situated just out of camera range. "Occurs during the race break, typically in the middle of the season, when teams and drivers start negotiating for the following year."

"It refers to the period of speculation, rumors, and negotiations about driver lineups, team changes, and other off-track decisions for the upcoming season." The scene cutting to Mel Medarda, team principal for Hextech Petronas a powerhouse team in F1. She waved an errant hand in the air. "Usually all make-believe to stir up interest while the drivers are on break."

Another scene change. "Break my ass." Vi huffed, scratching the back of her neck. "If you're a driver with no permanent seat, it is hell. How can anyone relax or focus when you're waiting for that phone call confirming you have a seat for the next year? And even if you have it on contract, no driver is really safe. Hell, look at what happened with Kiramman!"

The director glanced briefly at her notes chewing on her lip on how to best approach the subject. Thankfully, Caitlyn caught her eye and gestured for her to continue. "You can ask." She murmured.

Feeling guilty for the question sitting just on the tip of her tongue, it was an obvious sore point for Caitlyn who she watched steel herself before gently urging her along. "Can you tell me about your contract with Kiramman Racing?" Lobbing her a soft ball.

Caitlyn, ever observant noticed the lead up but answered anyways. "When I first joined Kiramman Racing three years ago, I had signed a five year entry-level contract. Of course contracts aren't set in stone, anyone can break a contract if one had enough money." Caitlyn smiled sardonically. "And Kiramman Racing has a lot of money."

"Everyone has their own beliefs and ideals, we're human after all, even when the truth is dangling right in front of their faces."

The film director cleared her throat, her eyes observing the meticulous put together man sitting in the "hot seat". Slicked black hair, slowly whitening sideburns and a trim moustache, the man gave off an air of professional cool detachment. "And what is the truth?"

Team Principal of Kiramman Racing, Marcus Lee, flicked an imaginary fluff from the lapel of his pressed suit before folding his hands neatly in his lap. "The signing of young Kiramman had been a controversial act since day one." He stated. "Everyone in the Formula One community had came up with the same conclusion, regardless of the truth. It's a pretty easy conclusion sure. You're one of the richest family in Piltover, a family steeped with F1 legacies and acclaim, and it doesn't hurt when your parents own the team. How can anyone not come to the same conclusion?"

"Are you saying Caitlyn Kiramman bought her seat in F1? Regardless if it was intentional or not?"

Marcus barked out a surprised laugh. "Bought her seat?" He shook his head. "No. She would've had a seat in F1 eventually, regardless of her heritage. If you knew the Kiramman's as best as I do, you would know Cassandra Kiramman does not hand out freebies, even if it were her own daughter."

"Caitlyn Kiramman, from what I have seen despite the lack of recent results, is a true marvel to the grid." Mel stated truthfully, her eyes warm with affection. "I've watched Caitlyn through the years, when she had snuck out to fix up her grandmother's old karts to race with the other kids to the detriment of her parents. They didn't want her anywhere near karting you see."

"It's dangerous and unpredictable." Cassandra pointed out, legs crossed elegantly, posture perfect and outfit pristine underneath the harsh lights. "Of course I didn't want Caitlyn touching a kart let alone an F1 car with a ten foot pole. I was hoping she'd follow in my footsteps into business instead. But she's a Kiramman and we Kiramman women are stubborn to a fault."

Caitlyn laughed, posture relaxing a fraction as she took the aged photo from the director's outstretched hand. "This was my grandmother's, Matilda Kiramman, kart back in the day. My first kart actually." She ran a finger fondly along the slightly curled edges of the photo, where she sat in the the refurbished kart with an oversized helmet that clearly didn't belong to the tyke, her grandmother standing next to her with a proud smirk. "Took us weeks to get it running again. Mother nearly had a conniption when she found out.

I guess you can say racing has always been in my blood. I grew up watching videos of my grandmother, five-time world champion, and my great-grandmother. It was inevitable. I took to karting as a fish took to swimming. Started signing up for competitions as soon I was of age...and height," Caitlyn added self-deprecatingly. "I -uh, didn't get my growth spurt until I was fifteen."

"She was so tiny!" Jayce, race engineer for Kiramman Racing teased. "I've know her since she was a kid. Didn't let anything or anyone stop her though. Even when there were times I questioned if she could even see over the wheel. I'm honestly quite surprised how tall Sprout ended up growing."

"In 2019, as the CEO of Kiramman Corporations, purchased the F1 team formerly known as Enforce Piltover and I retained Marcus as team principal, it wasn't my intention to shake up the team too severely. Caitlyn at the time was competing in the F2 circuit but it was pretty clear her talents and skills were no longer being utilized to the utmost potential."

"And was Miss Kiramman aware of the purchase?"

The head of Kiramman House, Corporation and Racing – goodness that was a mouthful – barely moved besides a slight uplift of her chin and a raised eyebrow. Even without saying anything it was very much a look of "are you seriously asking me that question?". The director winced inwardly. Grey eyes observed the director before finally relenting. "Heaven's no. I'm sure my daughter has spoken about how dramatic I can be but let me assure you no one is more dramatic than my daughter." Cassandra Kiramman answered wistfully. "Caitlyn had called me the second she had heard the news. It was a...spirited discussion, especially one at three in the morning. She had been in Ionia and time difference be damned.

Did I buy Enforce Piltover for her benefit?

Was I manipulating the grid in order to buy her a seat in Formula One?

What were my intentions with this new team of mine?

Trust me, there was not one question she didn't ask me that you, the media, and everyone else had not yet thought or accused her of.

At the time, there were only two real prospects from the F2 league, my daughter and Vi Lanes." Cassandra Kiramman continues, her brows furrowed just the slightest. "If possible, Kiramman Racing would've signed both drivers but as with the budget cap at the time it was impossible to sign both drivers and re-work the car. I left the decision solely up to my team principal."

Marcus scratched at his beard, looking thoughtful. "It was a team decision in the end. We went over the stats for both Caitlyn and Vi, both very outstanding but very different racing styles. Caitlyn, even at age 17 was all about precision, being sharp yet smooth, very methodical with her driving - no room for error.

Vi Lanes was quite the opposite, very aggressive and bold yet passionate with a tenacity that out shown every other driver on the grid - very exciting to watch.

It was a tough call but we found Caitlyn a more suitable match with our team style. Vi ended up being picked up by Shimmer Wolf as a reserve driver in the same year so we knew it wasn't the end of the line for Lanes."

"Do you regret your choice in signing Caitlyn Kiramman? You've dropped her from the team just about halfway through her 5-year contract."

"Let me make this clear. I am loyal to Kiramman Racing and before that, to Enforce Piltover. I am not loyal to the Kiramman family. I had been team principal for the Enforcers for nearly twelve years. The decisions I make is for the good of the team. That is my only concern. Dropping Caitlyn for the upcoming season was a strategic move and not a light one at that."

The director glanced down at her notes, highlighted and side-noted with multiple different colors from the research she had spent doing for the past week. "You say that but since Kiramman Racing's inception in 2019, since Caitlyn had been drafted as lead driver, the team has steadily rose through the constructor's standing. Enforce Piltover was considered a mid-field contender in the past handful of years, a low one at that. Yet in the first year, Kiramman Racing placed 4th in the Constructor's Standings and only 10 points behind 3rd place, a significant jump from 7th place. Kiramman herself had placed 3rd in the Driver's Championship in her debut season. Not an easy feat for a rookie.

And mind you, Kiramman had pulled Kiramman Racing kicking and screaming with her results. While the stats of your second driver isn't bad, it can be considered average at best.

Last year, Kiramman Racing gained a position, landing in 3rd overall in the Constructors Standings, which had not happened since nearly over a decade ago with Enforce Piltover.

Even this year, Kiramman Racing is in fourth position, with nearly half a season left. If my notes and research are sound, can you tell us the reasoning for dropping Kiramman from the team?"

Despite the cold hard facts that she's laid out for him and the audience. Marcus is stubborn, the director will give him that. He doesn't rise to the bait and instead coolly states "I have nothing to add from what I've already said. Caitlyn Kiramman wasn't performing like we had hoped. Now, is this interview over? I have a team to look after."

"I was shocked. To put it bluntly." Caitlyn said, eyes unfocused. "I knew the team was unhappy with my last few races leading into silly season. 3 DNF's certainly doesn't do the team any good. I certainly wasn't happy with the results."

"Out of the 3 there was one DNF that made headlines. During and post incident."

Even at the mention, Caitlyn winced, running a hand through her hair. Normally her hair would be held up in a severe updo, today it fell in soft waves, a few errant locks framing her sharp features. While far from being disheveled, it was the most...unkempt that the director had ever seen Caitlyn Kiramman.

Press Conference - Kiramman Racing and Shimmer Wolf beginning of '24 Silly Season

Caitlyn's in the midst of a press conference when the news breaks. Dressed in her typical pressed-within-an-inch-of-its-life team dress shirt, sleeves rolled up her forearms and dark trousers, she sits at attention in front of the reporters, hands folded neatly on the table in front of her.

She doesn't look to her left but she can see a glimpse of the tv monitor in the corner of her eye and seated, and looking, very opposite of her is Vi Lanes. She looks comfortable as can be, despite the media attention, in fact Caitlyn probably thinks it's what fuels her. Her ball cap is flipped to sit backwards underneath her tousled hair, her Shimmer Wolf team polo sleeves are hazardously cut off, exposing the cut muscles of her biceps, tricep - all the "ceps" really - as she crossed her arms across her chest, the front legs of the chair lifted in the air as she leans precariously back.

Caitlyn just barely manages to keep herself from rolling her eyes at the nonchalant, devil-may-care attitude. It was especially infuriating as the focus of this press conference was solely due to her lack of professionalism on the track.

Normally the team and the drivers are on their mid-season break but since the racing incident during the Freljord Grand Prix was still fresh in everyone's minds and the FIA had finally reviewed and declared their conclusion, as well as handing out fines, there had been a call for one last press meeting.

"Vi, can you please tell us what happened on lap 48 during last week's race?"

Vi. Fellow drivers, opposition crews, fans and even the media calls her Vi as if they were all one big happy family, while she's been regulated to "Kiramman" if they were being nice. Most of the time it was some uninspired nickname, Piltie Princess was a fan favorite amongst the crowd. Please, she's been called that since her preschool days and they were toddlers, surely people could come up with more creative names for her by now.

Vi lifts her broad, muscled shoulders, dropping them in a heave. "Not much to say really. I was ordered to give the position back to Kiramman after what the stewards had "claimed"," Vi punctuates with actual air quotes, "was an illegal overtake. I was giving the position back."

The response is rehearsed, the statement is familiar now that Caitlyn's heard it a thousand times over since the racing incident, though she notes the dramatic flair Lanes add to it, most likely against her team's directions.

Caitlyn just manages to keep her mouth shut as per advice from the team media advisor but her molars are paying the price as she grinds them to a dust in irritation. She's watched the tape a thousand times over and she still can't see fault in her decision. She can't see what the Shimmer Wolf team, the fans and a handful of media are claiming. She had spent hours turning the events in her head and Caitlyn had been so sure that it had been a move made out of malice but every "Kiramman had it coming", "Can't even make a clean pass to save her life", "Can't play play fair so she decides to take out her opposition" and the miliion other variations has her questioning herself.

Her own team had failed to come to her defense after she stated that Lanes had intentionally brake checked her in the middle of the race. Her Team Principal, Marcus, had practically laughed in her face. Told her that she wasn't in preschool anymore, shifting blame and tattle-telling because she didn't get her way was a sure way to make enemies in the league and she was already unpopular as it was. She had been reminded that it was her that was smearing the Kiramman Racing team name.

A frown settled across her features, ignoring the couple dozen cameras and flashes pointed front and center where she was an unwilling participant. She didn't particularly enjoy media day but lately the conferences felt even more daunting than usual. "And the scuffle that happened in the paddock afterwards?"

Vi lifts her hands in the air. "Hey now, I was only defending myself. I didn't throw the first punch."

Almost simultaneously Caitlyn could feel the eyes of everybody in the room. "And what do you have to say for yourself Miss Kiramman?"

Miss Kiramman. If anyone was drawing the line in the sand it was the media. They had been the ones to create the divide, the cavern that gradually gaped further and wider with every passing day. Caitlyn had given up after the first year when she insisted she didn't stand on formalities, especially when racing.

The clip of her lunging at Vi Lanes is played on a loop on the tv monitor now, different angles, different commentators, different takes. Same conclusion: Caitlyn Kiramman was unhinged. A danger on and off the track.

Honestly, Caitlyn didn't even need to refer to the script in front of her anymore, it's like every damn interview has been one big broken record, forced to repeat the same thing over and over. "I have made my formal apologies to Vi Lanes, the Shimmer Wolf team, the fans and to Formula one as a whole." Caitlyn managed to grit out, practically forcing herself to maintain a neutral expression. "My actions were unbefitting and acted upon in the heat of the moment. It does in no way reflect the professionalism of Kiramman Racing. I have reflected on my actions and promise I would do better in the future."

From across the table Caitlyn can hear Vi's scoff but she remains unaffected.

Mostly.

If her eye twitches it's not to do with Vi, she tells herself.

The interview is winding down, there's nothing new they could ask that hasn't been already asked a thousand times over by now. Caitlyn's waiting for the formal dismissal from the press officer when a wave of confused murmurs break out from the mass in front of her. One by one she sees (and hears) the vibrating of cellphones, tablets and whatever latest gadget is in these days, going off and there's a voice in the back of her head that claims that whatever it is that's got the press this jittery, it can't be good. Caitlyn is itching to pull out her own phone from out of her pants pockets but refrains herself. The media would probably spin it as her being unprofessional in the midst of a press conference or some equally farfetched shit.

It takes a moment before the press is shouting, specifically at her and Caitlyn is finally clued in to the mayhem breaking out. Almost immediately she wishes she was left in the dark. The voices are booming and overlapping that Caitlyn at first can't make out what they are saying. The press officer is doing his best to calm the reporters but it's futile in the face of the breaking news.

"Miss Kiramman are you aware that you've been removed from Kiramman Racing team in the upcoming season?"

"Miss Kiramman, were you aware of this decision prior to the announcement?"

"Can we please get a statement on the latest development? Was this due to your recent lack of accomplishments and professionalism?"

"Has Kiramman Racing, a team owned by your family, finally decided that you're a liability than anything else?"

She's frozen in her seat, statue-like and eyes wide in the midst of the onslaught, fingernails digging into the wood surface of the table. Her mind racing as the statements and questions sink in. The voices eventually fade into nothingness, the only thing she can hear is the thundering of her racing heart in her ears, each beat like a gunshot. She glances to her right but she already knows, there's no one in support of her – unlike Vander who's hidden in the wings on Vi's side, a steady and supportive presence for the Shimmer Wolf driver.

Vi, who had already pulled out her phone, eyes darting to read the latest statement put up by Kiramman Racing. Her powder blue eyes are wide in shock, mouth parted slightly as she meets Caitlyn's gaze for the first time since the meeting started nearly an hour ago and Caitlyn knows deep down it isn't just a silly rumor to start off silly season. Vi looks just about floored as everyone else and Caitlyn could feel the burning of tears gathering but she refuses to let a single tear escape.

Her mouth is dry and she swallows, eyeing the full bottle of water just in reach but she knows it'll be a sign of weakness, hesitation in the face of the media. She straightens her shoulders, leaning to pull the mic stand closer to her. She may be lacking team support and direction but she didn't grow up living and preserving the Kiramman name for nothing.

Instantly the reporters quiet, all waiting for next words.

"No comment."

Previously:

The Racing Incident

It's Lights Out - Part 1

#arcane #caitlyn kiramman #f1 au #caitlyn arcane #vi arcane #caitvi #eventually. they just gotta get through the rivalry and anger and tension and jealousy lol

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