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eiightysixbaby · 1 year ago

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under the mistletoe

modern!eddie munson x fem!reader (college au)

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summary: a holiday party, a sweet gift exchange, and an even sweeter kiss

cw: mentions of alcohol, v brief mentions of weed smoking, fluff

“If Steve and Chrissy kiss one more time under that mistletoe, I’m gonna barf,” Eddie mumbles around his glass of eggnog.

“Oh, come on, I think it’s sweet,” Robin says, elbowing him in the side. “Stop being such a downer.”

You look in the direction of the couple under scrutiny, watching as Chrissy perches herself on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Steve’s waiting mouth. It is sweet, sickeningly so, if you’re honest. Maybe that’s where Eddie’s coming from…

“I’m not being a downer, I just don’t think we should all have to be subjected to them sucking face every five minutes,” Eddie sneers at her, huffing when she rolls her eyes at him.

“You’re just jealous you’re not getting any, Munson,” Robin sing-songs, walking away to refill her drink.

This was your first time experiencing one of Steve’s Christmas parties. Last year, you spent the holiday miserably sick in your and Robin’s shared apartment. You’d met the group during your first year of college, making fast friends and fitting right in with them. Robin and Eddie knew Steve from their shared hometown growing up, and they’d told you countless stories of all of the parties he used to throw in high school.

You’re just thankful that now, the parties are a little more scaled-back. A lot less drinking-till-you-puke and a lot more quality time with people you actually care about.

“So, you having fun at your first official Harrington holiday party?” Eddie asks you, looking casually over at you with his deep brown eyes.

“Yeah,” you smile. “It’s fun. I needed this after all the stress from finals. And it beats having the flu like last year,” you grimace, heart skipping a beat when Eddie laughs.

“Okay, you got me. Watching Steve and Chrissy make out might be bad, but it’s not as bad as the flu.”

You giggle, feeling your cheeks heat when he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. You’d be a filthy liar if you said you didn’t have a thing for Eddie. The moment you met him he’d captured your full attention, with his boisterous personality and his pretty eyes. His wild curly hair and his stellar smile. Everything about him had you giddy like a teenager, but you hadn’t voiced this to anyone — too scared that your feelings would disrupt, well, everything.

Plus, Eddie definitely didn’t like you like that. You’ve heard some of his hookup stories, he wouldn’t want to settle down and start a relationship with you. You’re just a friend to him, and that’s fine.

But with the way he’s looking at you right now, you could almost be convinced otherwise…

The little moment is gone before it really even started, Nancy coming over to the two of you and hurrying you into the living room to do the gift exchange. You’d decided to do a Secret Santa, drawing names and keeping your chosen person a secret until it was time for the unwrapping.

Much to your excitement, you’d pulled Eddie’s name. You’d debated over what to get him for as long as you could get away with before you finally came up with the perfect idea. Now that it’s almost time for him to open it, you find yourself getting nervous to see his reaction.

Everyone sits in a circle in the living room, taking up all of the furniture as well as the floor. You take one end of the sofa, and Eddie claims the chair closest to you. You watch as Nancy places all of the wrapped boxes and sparkly gift bags in the center of the group, trying not to think too hard about the fact that Eddie chose to sit by you.

“So, whose name did you get?” he leans over and whispers to you, those big doe eyes full of mischief.

“Well what fun would it be to spoil it now?” you counter, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes and sighs exaggeratedly.

Your attention is brought back to the group as Steve offers to go first, picking up his gift and handing it over to Jonathan. Jonathan shyly accepts it, smiling as he tears the tissue paper out of the bag to reveal its contents. He pulls out a few cassette tapes of his favorite artists, as well as a new strap for his camera.

“Dude, these are awesome!” he says, and you watch as Steve smiles proudly. “Thank you so much,” the shaggy-headed boy continues, leaning over to accept Steve’s fist bump.

“No problem, man. I know you were complaining about your current camera strap getting all worn. The cassettes were an obvious choice,” Steve jokes.

The room is full of smiles and laughs as the gift-giving continues. Jonathan gives his gift to Chrissy, Chrissy had drawn your name and gives hers to you — a beautiful charm bracelet and a cozy blanket you’d seen at the mall not long ago and wanted terribly.

That means you’re up next. Your hands feel clammy and nervous butterflies flutter in your stomach as you grab your gifts from the floor. Angling yourself in Eddie’s direction, you hand him the presents with a timid smile.

“For me!?” he asks, holding a hand up to his heart. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You feel your face flush, unable to maintain eye contact as your jitters get the best of you. You just hope he likes it. You hope it’s not too much.

Eddie’s careful hands unwrap the first present of the two, tossing the wrapping paper to the floor. The small box is exposed, and you feel like you might pass out as he takes the lid off. His jaw drops open, his head snapping up to look at you and then look back down at the contents of the container once more.

“What is it!?” Nancy asks, craning her neck from her seat to try and catch a glimpse.

“Custom guitar picks. For Corroded Coffin,” Eddie says, in awe as he just stares at them.

The picks were a red and black marbled pattern, with CC printed onto them on one side, and an image of a bat flying on the opposite side. You know how important his band is to him, how often he stays up till the asscrack of dawn practicing guitar, and so it felt like the perfect thing to get.

You wait with baited-breath as he continues looking them over, picking them up and marveling at them as if they aren’t just pieces of plastic at the end of the day.

“These are…. I don’t even know what to say. These are so fucking sweet,” he says, meeting your eyes.

“Don’t forget to open the second one,” you say, trying to bite back a smile.

He just smiles, shaking his head as he goes to pick up the second present. Reaching carefully inside of the big, sparkly red bag, he pulls out a vinyl record. Not just any record, though. It’s a copy of Master of Puppets, signed by every member of Metallica. Eddie’s favorite band. You’d scoured the internet for a legitimate and somewhat-affordable copy, completely scoring on this one. A good chunk of the money you’d made from your campus job went towards it, but it was more than worth it.

“No fucking way!” he shouts when he clocks the signatures scrawled out in marker. He flips the record around to show the room, everyone erupting in a chorus of “holy shit!” and “oh my god”.

He’s out of his seat in an instant, encouraging you to stand with him. He squeezes you in an impossibly tight hug, his arms so secure around you.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” he says, right against your ear. He pulls back a little, looking you right in the eyes. “Thank you so fucking much. What the hell,” he laughs, his teeth fully on display and the dimples coming out in his cheeks.

“Damn. She’s the best gift giver of us all. I think we might as well just call off Secret Santa for next year, no one’s topping that,” Steve says, getting a nod from Robin.

Eddie still hasn’t fully let you go, and it’s only when you become excruciatingly aware of all of the eyes on you that you pull away from his touch.

“Okay. So, Eddie, you’re next?” you say shakily, trying to gain your composure back. The boy stares at you just a second too long for you not to overthink it, before he’s nodding along.

“Yeah, alright,” he says, reaching for his gift.

The remainder of the gifts are exchanged rather quickly, but you really couldn’t tell anyone what they were if you’d had a gun to your head. All you could think about was the way Eddie hugged you. The look in his eyes when he opened both gifts. His eyes watching you intently from that moment on.

You want to buy him gifts like that all of the time, want to make him smile like that all of the time.

Chrissy and Steve cozy up on the loveseat, wrapped in each other as Christmas music plays softly. Jonathan and Argyle sit by the window, smoking from the new bowl the latter had been gifted by Robin. (That was the only gift you’d actually paid attention to as it was given, because Argyle literally cried). Eddie was relaxing in his chair, sipping another glass of spiked nog.

Robin and Nancy had pulled you into the kitchen as soon as they could, talking in whispers.

“Okay, so what was that? You got Eddie, like, the best gift ever.” Robin says, her eyes bulging at the end of the sentence.

“Yeah, I mean, that record had to have cost a fortune. And the custom picks!?” Nancy prods.

“Can I not just get my friend a nice gift?” you counter, your hand rubbing the back of your neck.

“Something’s up. I always know when something’s up,” Nancy says, her small mouth pursing in thought.

She’s right. She always knows. You don’t stand a chance lying to them — especially not both of them, together.

“Okay, fine! So maybe I have a little thing for Eddie…” you say. “But he definitely doesn’t like me like that! I just… wanted to get him something nice. It made me feel good,” you add, quick to defend yourself.

“I knew it!” Robin says, a little too loud, Nancy and you hurrying to shush her. “I knew it,” she says again, whispering this time.

“Just pleeaaase don’t tell him, okay? I don’t need this getting out—”

“Okay, babe, have you ever considered that he might like you too?” Robin interrupts, and Nancy nods.

“I— I don’t know! He doesn’t seem like the type to want a relationship, and… I don’t know!” you stumble, realizing you aren’t sure if you have a valid reason to confidently claim that he doesn’t like you.

The truth is, you just don’t know. And the unknown is terrifying.

“Why don’t you ask him out?” Nancy asks. “You know Eddie’s a sweetheart. I’m sure he’d love to go on a date with you,” she says, and you chew on your lip in indecision.

“I don’t know, you guys…” you mumble, nervously playing with your hair.

“Just, think about it?” Robin asks, just as the curly-headed man in question strolls leisurely into the kitchen.

“What are we thinking about?” he noses his way into the conversation, grabbing a few cookies off of a tray.

“Uh, nothing important,” you lie, giving him the most convincingly casual smile you can muster.

He bites into his cookie, leaning casually against the table. His dark eyes don’t leave you. Bringing an icing-covered finger to his mouth, he sucks the sugary substance off, making you flustered for the millionth time tonight.

Think about it, Robin said. You’re definitely thinking about it.

“Hey, um, could I talk to you alone, for a sec?” he asks you, bringing you back to earth.

“Oh! Y-yeah, sure,” you say, following him out of the kitchen. You chance a quick glance back at the girls, both of whom give you a thumbs up and an encouraging nod.

Eddie rounds the corner from the kitchen, standing in the entryway to the apartment. You’re just out of earshot of anyone else, and you’re nervous for what he’s about to say. You lean against the wall, his taller frame almost caging you in.

“Listen. I just want you to know how much I appreciate the gifts you got me. You didn’t have to do that,” he says sincerely. “No one’s ever gotten me a gift that nice before, besides for when Wayne got me my guitar,” he says, laughing lightly. “I just… thank you. I can’t thank you enough, actually.”

“I wanted to do it. You don’t even need to thank me. I’m just glad you like them, and you don’t think it’s too much,” you admit, glancing down at your feet.

“They’re perfect,” he says earnestly, getting you to look back up at him. “You’re… perfect," he breathes, saying it like it's a sigh of relief. Like it’s long overdue.

His eyes are so soft and sincere, his lips plump and pink as his tongue pokes out to wet them. His cheeks are tinged with the slightest bit of red, either from nerves or from the alcohol. You find yourself lost in him, your lips parting slightly as you both stand in silence.

Something above his head catches your attention, after a moment, and you look further up. You laugh in spite of yourself, making him look up, too.

Right above both of you, hanging from the arch in the ceiling, is mistletoe. The same mistletoe Eddie had been complaining about earlier. He starts laughing too, and then the both of you are stood there giggling like schoolchildren at the situation you find yourselves in.

When he’s regained composure, and your belly-laughs have subsided to a shy smile, you meet his eyes again. He steps ever-so-slightly closer to you, regarding you carefully down the bridge of his nose. There’s a playful look on his face, and one of his hands reaches out to gently rest on your waist.

“Since we’re here… should we..?” he starts, inching even closer.

“Yeah, we should,” you murmur, pushing up on your toes to meet him as he starts leaning down.

Your eyes flutter shut, your noses brushing together before your lips barely graze his. His warm breath fans your face, and then his lips are pressed fully on yours. You’re drinking him in, letting your mouths move softly together as you press your body against his. He smells like cinnamon and spice, tastes like the liquor from his drink, and you can’t get enough.

He’s pulling away too soon, reaching his hands up to cup your face. You never want him to let go, never want to go back to the reality you were living in before you’d kissed him, and the look on his face tells you he might be feeling the same.

“Wow,” Steve says from his spot on the couch, reminding both you and Eddie that you aren’t the only ones here.

“Awww you guys are so cute!” Chrissy coos, making you bite your lip in slight embarrassment.

Nancy and Robin high-five nonchalantly, before looking at you with huge smiles. Eddie’s arm wraps around you, pulling you into his side. You feel like a million bucks with him so close to you.

“You guys mind if we get out of here?” he says to the room. “I think we have a lot to catch up on,” he adds, glancing down at you with a wink.

You’d never been so happy to leave a party in your life. And maybe you didn’t even make it out of the parking lot of Steve’s complex before Eddie’s hands were all over you, but that’s your business.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction

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nerdy-hyperfixations · 2 months ago

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Listen, I love Fiddlestan as much as the next guy, but where did we start getting the idea Ford was cold and dismissive towards Fidds during their time working on the portal???

I could totally be wrong because I haven't read every single GF related thing (hell, my journals aren't decoded because I'm a slacker), but like??? The first time he saw him, he bought him his favorite snacks *and* a whole ass banjo and said he'd make it his mission that Fiddleford would be comfortable in his home.

They go adventuring together and talk about things like fashion trends and the future and go stargazing.

Ford is *so* happy when Fiddleford returns that he hugs him immediately. Abd then he feels bad that Fiddleford feels bad about his failing marriage that he throws him a holiday party even though he doesn't celebrate and hates the holidays honestly. And he put on Fiddlefords favorite song (which he despises and honestly? ME TOO FORD. I HAVE BEEF WITH THAT SONG) and drank seemingly spiked eggnog with him despite not usually liking to drink. So that he could make Fiddleford feel better.

He also just openly adores everything Fiddleford does. Maybe it's only in his journals. You could argue he doesn't say it out loud but, like, he exclusively describes him as impressive all of the time-

And I get where it's coming from in like a "oh he's a workaholic who has the pressure of Bill breathing down his neck that he has to be working on the portal 24/7." And like yeah, but in the pages he's a workaholic he's a workaholic practically begging Fiddleford to stay up with him because he loves working along side him. Fiddleford and him work *together.*

Like the page where they're sorta fighting with each other because Ford wants to work more its not "leave me alone Fiddleford, I have to do this" it's "hey! How come you won't stay up with me! Ugh this is so unfair that you're going to bed even though you know I plan to continue working for another hour."

I'm just saying if Fiddleford wanted to cuddle, I imagine Ford's response would be "Oh! Awesome, I love spending time with him 🥰🥰🥰" but he'd just end up using Fidds' back as a table for his studies. Or they'd do that thing where one of them is working on a desk and they sit on one chair in each other's arms.

And, while we're here, realistically? Emotionally stunted, slapped by more women than He's dated, "I can't cry in front of people, and the only thing I'm good for is my fists." Stanley Pines??? He's not cuddling shit. He's got that toxic masculinity ingrained into him. It doesn't matter how incredibly touch starved he is, cuddling is too emotionally intimate and "girly" for him. Honestly if Fiddleford tried to cuddle him he'd probably throw him in a headlock because he's also been on the streets for years now with people constantly trying to attack him.

And I'm not saying this to diss on Fiddlestan. Again, I *like* Fiddlestan! But when I read "Ford could never appreciate him like Stan could" I don't understand it.

They so clearly bonded well together, and if Ford truly was being an asshole (or not an asshole, but just generally unpleasant even when he wasn't possessed) the whole time, I doubt Fiddleford would've stayed. Nostalgia and physical attraction can only get you so far, and Fidds is already facing the horrors in Gravity Falls, Stanford has to be a hell of an amazing person to make someone want to stay. Like, he's a grown adult. Sure he really wanted to impress Ford and allotted himself to be "the tech guy to Ford's smarts" but if he wanted to leave, he could've. And there didn't seem to much keeping him there. Especially when he was having doubts on the portal.

#gravity falls #the book of bill #stanford pines #ford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #stanley pines #stan pines #fiddauthor #ford^2 #ford squared #fiddlestan #why do we have to squash one ship to prop another up?#My take might be biased though #because as much as i love the cutesy fiddlestan posts #i gravitate towards the 'fucked up' fiddlestan where they're toxic and looking for distractions #where Fiddleford never recognizes Stan as his own person and rather deludes himself that its ford until he actually looses his mind #and like hes gotta like Ford to do that lol #dont ask why i gravitate towards toxicity #i think i just like exploring human flaws in character because im sick of fandoms glossing over them #and im slowly getting more and more extreme with the flaws i guess #but like cmonnnnn the inherent problems in relationships are what make them interesting right?

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mintmatcha · 2 months ago

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Hi...Can we ask a bit about the Christmas party 👀

Was this reader's first holiday season at the company ? Was there chatter about what does reader's long time bf look like and then they're met with ...... this person thats so different from reader? I'm here at work and the thoughts aren't leaving

tw: drug mention

Nemuri looks just as ethereal as she always does, in some red slinky number that is questionable for a holiday party.

"Have you seen him?"

The room is filled with more people than Aizawa thinks safe, the holiday jazz somehow carrying over the noise. He hasn't had a single drop of alcohol yet, but the room is already swirling with movement.

"Hizashi's over with the rest of sales-" he says.

"No," Nemuri's lips twitch up stiffly. "Your crush's //boyfriend//."

"I do not have a crush." He says it too quickly. The correct answer would have been 'who?' - but it's too late to act coy. Besides, no one would believe him if he acted coy anyway. Your mysterious boyfriend had been the conversation of many-- including the interns. (Mirio had practically begged you for pictures and seemed disappointed with the results. Aizawa, of course, couldn't ask an intern for gossip, so he was still in the dark.)

Clearing his throat, he peers over the crowd. "Where is he?"

"The guy with the face tattoos."

He snorts. You, timid, caring you, with a man with facial tattoos? As if.

"You're fucking with me." He finally takes a sip of that eggnog and grimaces at taste.

"I wish." Nemuri points across the crowd towards you.

Jet black hair and a schlubby suit, the //boy// is draped around your shoulder for balance with a drink in hand. Sure enough, there's a spider web of ink across his cheek and a piercing through each side. The tattoos seem to stretch across his whole body, down to the knuckles of his hands.

By the looks of it, the guy's already had too much of something; he's drooping as he talks, swaying you along with him. High. He's high, Aizawa realizes. He can see it in the prick's blown out pupils.

And you are laughing, but it doesn't reach your eyes, doesn't touch your lips or the tone of your voice-

A guilt drowns Aizawa's lungs and it takes him a long moment to speak again.

"I see him."

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multch · 1 month ago

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Art the Clown head cannons.

Art has no definition of cleanliness. He gives off racoon vibes where he'll live in absolute trash yet still do his laundry regularly.

Favorite holiday is Black Friday. He finds amusement in seeing people rip each other apart for sales. (He also participates in the violent holiday as he has very little spare change to spend on snacks)

Since he's immortal, I imagine he has picked up a few languages over the years- Russian, Dutch, etc, etc..

Art doesn't need to eat but regardless, he loves to. He tried sugar cookies once and killed 4 people that day from the sugar rush he felt (super festive…)

Definitely drinks Alcohol often but never takes drugs since he has no idea how a stimulant might affect his occult powers.

During the festive season, Art drinks almost exclusively eggnog, whereas, usually he drinks cases of cheap beer before going out on murderous killing sprees.

Art is crazy about Christmas- If Halloween didn’t give him a great disguise, he would go around dressed like Santa all year round. (Unfortunately going around commando all the time makes being a Mall-Santa quite conflicting..)

NSFW BELOW CUT OFF [18+]

Art is 100% into torture porn and doesn't refrain from using violence on the person he loves to get himself off.

If his partner has boundaries against kinks like knife play or blood, Art settles for small bites instead.

He loves leaving his mark on you.

If he's allowed to hurt you, he will. He loves creating small cuts along your thighs and smearing little hearts out of the blood that spills out of your wounds.

If you're a romantic partner (maybe even a partner in crime…) he shapes both your sexual and romantic experiences to your preferences. He doesn't care- but if you do, he would do anything to make it a reality. Even if it is a bit unorthodox…

He definitely DIY’d sex toys to use on you and they definitely broke.

Art's the type of guy to pull up with a dildo duct taped to a drill that's still covered in blood from the last time he drilled it into someone's skull and still give you that cheeky grin like its attractive.

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lovebugism · 11 months ago

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hi bug!! for blurbcember, how about ❝ don’t tell anyone, but, i spiked the eggnog. ❞ where shy!reader is by herself at a work holiday party, maybe she’s new or just really shy and doesn’t talk to many people, and steve/eddie goes up to her and jokes about spiking the eggnog to break the ice and flirt with her bc he has a crush on her and wants to make her laugh 🥹 totally not based on what i wish would happen to me at my work’s holiday party lmao

ah this is so cute! :D i decided to do this one for steve so i hope you like it!! — steve harrington spends the company holiday party flirting with shy!you (friends to lovers, shy!reader, fluff, 1.9k)

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The quiet mouse and the personality hire walk into an office holiday party.

It’s like the start of a really bad joke.

You try to be as enthusiastic as you can about the whole thing, but spending the last half of your day socializing with coworkers who've never looked your way before now isn’t exactly thrill-inducing. Neither is having to hear “Oh, I didn’t know you actually spoke” a thousand times over.

You just don’t want the lecture about being a team player just because you have a harder time talking than most people do. Everyone knows you’d rather be at your desk, anyway. That’s what you do best — keep your head down and get your work done.

But Steve Harrington? He’s totally in his element.

He flits around the common area with a drink and a smile, making people laugh without even trying. It’s hardly fair.

You don’t know how he does it — or why he chooses to waste his charm on you. You’re hardly deserving of his dumb jokes or his pretty smile, but he’s stuck to you like glue, anyway.

He leaves your side only once. To get you another cup of eggnog because you were too scared to cut through the crowd for seconds. “Here you go,” the pretty boy croons as he hands you the plastic cup with a strong, golden hand.

You mutter a small “thanks” under your breath when you take it from him. At least, Steve thinks you do. You’re so quiet it’s hard to make the words out sometimes.

He pushes his sweater sleeves up to his elbows — a deep evergreen with a cream stripe around the chest, lined with several little Christmas trees — and leans against the wall beside you.

He towers over you in every way imaginable. It makes it hurt not to cower when he looks your way. Most of all, when he beams at you.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks suddenly, nose scrunched and honey eyes sparkling.

Your brows pinch momentarily in confusion before going lax again. “Sure?”

He leans closer to you, his warm scent engulfing you instantly — like morning coffee and woodsy cologne. It’s suffocating, in the nicest of ways, to be this close to him.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I did actually spike the eggnog,” Steve whispers beneath the cheesy holiday music and distant chatter, quiet enough for only you to hear.

You laugh before you mean to.

He laughs because you are.

“I actually wouldn’t mind that,” you joke with a shy shrug.

“It’d make this whole thing a lot more tolerable, right?” he scoffs and brings his cup to his mouth. The heavy cream of the eggnog clings to his cupid’s bow before he licks it clean again.

You get quiet for a second, momentarily lost in how pretty he is. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“I think you’re the only person I know that’d rather be working than be here.”

“Well, I’m not really a—” Your mouth opens and closes like a fish until you find the words to say. That happens a lot. It’s why you find it easier not to speak sometimes. “—A social butterfly or whatever, you know?”

“I thought you were gonna say people-person.”

“That, too.”

Steve thinks for a moment, flits his eyes to the ceiling, and juts out his pretty pink lips. He crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs. “Well, I don’t think that’s totally true.”

Your brows furrow. Maybe he doesn’t know you as well as you thought. “No?”

“No,” he says confidently and with a shake of his neatly styled hair. He swipes his fingers through the intentionally messy strands. Then he shrugs. “Well, I mean, maybe. But I would say you are a Steve-person, you know?”

Your face screws up. His attempts to flirt with you don’t land.

He quickly tries to explain himself. “I just mean that— you know— that you don’t let everyone know you the way you let me know you.”

He gets all shy about it, but you think he might be right.

Steve Harrington is more than just magnetic. He’s the kind of person that draws you in and opens you like a flower. An ounce of his attention feels like being basked in sunlight. He’s as handsome as life, too. Something holy, maybe.

It’s his divinity that draws something out of you, you think.

“Well, that’s ‘cause you’re different from everyone else,” you shrug instead of elaborating on the dramatic religious metaphor in your head. Your gaze falls to the untouched cup between your palms. It’s easier to look at but much less interesting than the melting honey in Steve’s eyes.

He grins all sweet even though you’re not looking at him to see it.

“You mean prettier?” he jokes.

“Yeah,” you scoff and smile before you realize it. “No one’s competing with those dimples, Harrington.”

He beams. It basks you in golden sunlight.

Something about the way he looks at you is comforting. Nostalgic. It makes you feel safe. Makes you feel brave enough to raise a trembling hand to his scruffy jaw and poke gently at the dimple in his left cheek.

“You just make it easier to talk. I guess.”

“Well, that’s good. ‘Cause I love hearing you talk.”

You squint playfully up at him. “Is that because you’re usually the one talking all the time?”

He nods. “That’s exactly why.”

You laugh, and it sounds like stars falling over his skin.

“It just feels easy to me, you know? Being around you and everything,” Steve shrugs to pretend like you don’t stir something sort of poetry in his chest. “I just think you’re cool. Exactly the way you are. And, you know, when you apologize for being too quiet or too complicated or whatever— it makes me wanna kick the world’s ass for making you feel that way. ‘Cause you’re, like, one of the best people I’ve ever met.”

For a second or more, you’re not totally sure what to say. And not in the way you usually are. This is different. This feels like there’s sunshine in your throat, and you can’t speak a word through it. This feels like being so choked up you could cry.

No one’s ever been this nice to you, you think. No one’s ever been so kind to you about the thing you hate most about yourself.

You swallow through the sun rays and muster a wavering smile.

“See what I mean?” You try to laugh, but the words get caught in your throat. You cough once to clear it. “I have to talk to you because no one else will say such nice things to me.”

“And that’s just a shame. ‘Cause saying nice things to you is basically my favorite hobby.”

You laugh again, even though he’s not really joking.

“Like, if I could get paid to do it, I’d be out of this shithole in a second.”

You smile up at him, so wide it makes your eyes squint and your nose scrunch. No one else could stir such a loud emotion from the quiet you are. No one else but Steve.

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stayteezdreams · 11 months ago

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Eggnog Confession

Plot: While at a Christmas party, San drinks a little too much spiked Eggnog. Now he can't keep his thoughts, or secrets to himself.

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking/alcohol. Drunk!San. Drunk!Confession. Embarrassed San. "Spiked" Drink in reference to the eggnog being alcoholic without San's knowledge.

Words: 2.8k

You grunted in frustration as you finally got to your apartment door. Your arm and shoulder was aching as San was leaning on you with nearly his full weight. He hummed Christmas songs under his breath as you pulled your key from your bag and unlocked your door.

At first you had every intention of taking him back to his dorm, but your place was closer, and you were already tired. Not just from the Christmas party, but the event in itself of taking care of a drunk San.

You wish you had learned he had drank so much eggnog earlier than you did. By the time you found him he was long-gone. After some pleading from the others who wished to stay at the party a little longer, you ended up being the one to take him home.

"Okay, come on."

San groaned as he drug his feet alongside you. As he mumbled something unintelligible, you frowned.

"What?"

Lifting his head, his hot breath fanned your ear as he spoke again. "You're so beautiful. You're always so beautiful."

You felt your heart rate spike at his words as you swallowed nervously. Shaking your head softly you led him to the couch and plopped him down.

He's drunk, his words don't mean anything.

"I'm gonna get you some water okay?"

He nodded as he grinned lazily, his eyes mostly shut and his face flushed pink. God how you wished you found him annoying rather than cute.

Bringing him back a glass of water, he reached out and cupped his hands around yours, keeping you from letting go of the glass as he drank from it. As you tried to remove your hands he whined, making you let out a soft chuckle.

"I'm not trying to take it, I just want my hands back."

"No. I want them."

"You want my hands?"

He nodded stiffly. "They're so soft."

Ignoring the way your stomach swirled, you let out a soft sigh.

He really just says whatever comes to mind doesn't he?

"You can have them later, but for now I need them."

He paused as he stared at you blankly, after blinking slowly, he nodded softly and let go.

After helping him take off his shoes and getting him a blanket you tried to get him to lie down, with much difficulty.

Kneeling on your knees by the couch you placed the blanket over him. "You'll feel better after you sleep."

"But I don't want to sleep, I want to stay with you!"

He probably doesn't even know who he's talking to at this point.

"We can talk in the morning."

"But that's so far away."

As he pouted, you couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped. Suddenly San leaned forward, his face mere inches from yours. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him in surprise.

"So pretty." He mumbled as he grinned crookedly at you, his eyes grazing across your features.

You swallowed stiffly as you gently pushed him to lie back against the couch.

If you knew you'd have to deal with this, you probably wouldn't have taken him home yourself. You already struggled with your feelings for San on a day-to-day basis. Now, hearing him say things to you you would die to hear, and knowing his drunken words probably aren't meant for you, only made your chest ache.

Seeing that San had settled down, you assumed he was finally giving in to sleep. You patted his knee softly as you began to rise.

"Would you date me?"

You froze as you looked back at him, startled by his widened and intense gaze. For a moment it appeared as though he was sober, but you knew better.

"What?"

"Would I make a good boyfriend?"

Your chest tightened as you softly nodded, your voice soft. "Yes, you would."

"So then why wont you date me?"

His voice was soft, and his gaze sad as he appeared almost heart-broken.

Who does he think I am? Is there some unrequited love he never told me about?

Your heart clenched at the thought of him loving someone like that. Of him aching about their rejection even when drunk. Were they always on his mind like this?

You smiled sadly down at him. "You haven't asked me."

San stared at you in silence for a moment before he muttered out a soft "Oh."

Before you could process it, he jumped forward, grabbing you by your wrist and dragged you down onto his lap.

Your widened eyes stared into his tired yet determined ones. You attempted to stand up, so you weren't sitting on him but he held you down.

"Will you go out with me?"

The tightness in your chest only worsened as you let out a soft shaky sigh. How long had you been imagining him asking you that? Only to hear him mutter it in drunken heartbreak at the thought of someone else.

What if the person he's thinking of heard him now? What if they were in your place instead? Would they reject him again? Or would they realize their mistake and accept him?

You smiled sadly at him as he continued to stare at you. "I'm not who you think I am San. These words aren't meant for me."

Even in San's drunken haze, he could sense the sadness in your words. His eyes focused on your face, on your features he knew so well.

Releasing one of your arms, he reached up and gently touched your face. His confusion only grew.

He frowned as he shook his head softly in confusion. "Aren't you Y/n?"

Feeling as though your heart stopped, you swallowed nervously.

"What?" He stared at you, confusion still present on his face. "What if I'm not Y/n?"

He frowned as he leaned away from you, blinking as if he was trying to make out who you really were.

"If you're not-" Suddenly releasing his grip he shook his head, "-then I'm not interested."

You almost let out a bewildered laugh. Had those words, those heart-broken eyes really been meant for you all along?

Standing up, you stared down at him as he crossed his arms and looked away from you like an upset toddler.

"Would- would you only be interested in dating me if I was Y/n?"

Nodding his head confidently your heart felt as though it was about to pop out of your chest. Are these his genuine feelings? Or just drunken thoughts he doesn't truly mean?

"I only want Y/n."

You stared down at San as he stared off into space, his voice was blunt, but still slurred.

"I want to take them on dates and hold their hand, and kiss them. I want to hug them whenever I want too, and sleep beside them."

He let out a sad sigh as you stared at him in stunned awe. He closed his eyes as he started to feel sleep take over his body.

"But Y/n doesn't want me."

You felt your stomach knot at his words. Why did he think that? You thought your feelings were obvious, at least that's what the other's had told you before. He spoke as if you had rejected him, but you never recalled a moment like that.

"Y/n deserves better than me, but I hate the idea of them being with anyone else. It has to be. It can only be me."

"I think you're wrong San."

"Hmm?"

He turned his head towards your voice, but failed to open his eyes.

"I think Y/n likes you very much."

You saw a smile tug at his lips, "Really?"

You nodded, knowing he couldn't see you. "Really."

The small smile on his face slowly faded as he drifted into a deep sleep. You watched him for a while, unable to move from your spot as your brain seemed to spin.

He hasn't gotten this drunk in a long time, you doubted he would remember anything he said tonight.

Maybe that was for the best.

If his feelings were as he said, he would be embarrassed that this was how you found out. If they weren't as he said, you would both be embarrassed, and you would be heartbroken.

As you placed another blanket over him before heading to bed, you decided not to tell San about what happened tonight. If he remembered on his own, things will go from there. But the fear that the feelings he expressed weren't true, made your chest ache. So for now, you wanted to believe them, just for a little while.

When San woke the next morning his head ached as his vision swam. He groaned as he slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings. It took him a moment to recognize where he was. When he spotted your familiar slippers by the door, it became clear that you had rescued him from himself at the party.

Hearing some noise behind him, he turned around, seeing you in the kitchen. Slowly, he rose from the couch, trying not to lose his balance as he made his way to the kitchen. His eyes grazed over your pajama-clad figure and he felt butterflies in his stomach. Oh how he would love to see this every morning.

San's groggy voice startled you as you turned to see him standing in the kitchen entrance. His hair was a mess and his face puffy from the previous nights escapades.

The memory of what happened the previous night rushed through your brain and you pushed it away as you smiled at him in pity.

"Morning. Coffee?"

He nodded softly, the movement hurting as he sat at the kitchen counter.

"I didn't give you too much trouble did I?"

You felt your stomach sink for a second as his words proved you had been correct. He did not remember what happened. Though, he hadn't been awake very long, memories could still surface.

You shook your head. "It was hard getting you anywhere, but besides that, no."

He smiled softly, light embarrassment on his features. "I don't even remember drinking that much." He frowned as he stared down at the coffee you handed him.

You let out a soft scoff and he looked up at you.

"You know all that eggnog you were shooting back?" He nodded his head and you smiled, "That was spiked eggnog."

"Sp-spiked?!" His own voice made him wince from the volume before he let out a soft sigh, "You mean there was alcohol in that?"

You nodded, "A lot. You really couldn't tell?"

He shook his head with an embarrassed chuckle. "I had never had eggnog before, so I thought it just tasted like that."

You chuckled as you shook your head, handing him some medicine for his hangover, "Well, now you know better."

He smiled at you as he took the medicine. "Thank you."

San watched you closely as you turned away from him, you had avoided eye contact with him most of the time you were talking. Did something happen last night you weren't telling him about?

"So, I didn't embarrass myself or anything?"

He saw you freeze for a split-second, something he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been watching you so closely.

You shook your head and chuckled, "Nothing more than usual."

He smiled as he nodded his head, not believing you.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?"

You shook your head, '"No, go ahead."

As San took a shower, he tried to focus on his memories from last night. He remembered playing darts, and then sitting with the guys. Then he remembered you helping him leave the party.

He groaned as he rubbed his face, trying to remember more.

When you got to your apartment, you set him on the couch, he felt his heart spike a little as he recalled...flirting? No, complimenting. He called you beautiful. Was that enough to make you feel awkward around him?

He shook his head, no it had to be more. As he focused, little pieces came back to him and he felt his chest tightening.

He remembered asking you out, pulling you into his lap, and...confessing his feelings.

He pressed his face against the shower wall as he cursed himself.

He frowned as he recalled you not thinking he was talking about you. You thought he was talking about someone else. Do you still think that? Is that why you avoided it?

Embarrassment and panic kept him in the shower longer than usual, he only got out once the water turned cold.

After dressing, he slowly walked out, finding you cooking breakfast in the kitchen. He watched you for a moment as his memories came back clearer and clearer by the second.

Maybe you hadn't told him about what happened to save-face, his to be precise. You would never want to embarrass him. Turning at the sound of his foot steps, you smiled at him and he felt his heart skip.

You ate breakfast in relative silence. He hoped you thought it was because of his hangover that he was being so silent.

As San helped you clear up the plates, you felt his eyes burning into you and you began to grow nervous. Slowly looking over at him you saw his eyes dart away from you in surprise when he got caught.

You swallowed nervously before you began to leave the kitchen, "I'm gonna go get dressed."

"Wait!"

You stopped as San suddenly called out. Turning back to him you saw various emotions cross his face as he tried to think of what to say.

"I- I'm sorry."

From the caution and embarrassment clear on his face, you understood what was happening.

You let out a soft breath. "You remember don't you?"

He nodded softly and you smiled, though your chest was tight. "It's okay San, I know you were just drunk, don't worry about it."

As you turned to walk away he frowned before quickly following after you. Reaching out, he grabbed your wrist, making you turn back in surprise.

"That's not- I-" He closed his eyes tightly as he let out a sigh. "I'm not apologizing for the things I said. I'm apologizing for saying them when I was drunk."

You stared at him for a moment as you tried to process his words.

Pulling you to face him fully, he took your hands in his. "I meant them. Everything I said was true. I just- I wish I hadn't said them when I was drunk. I wish I had the strength to have said them sooner, and when I was sober." He let out a chuckle.

"So...it wasn't just drunk nonsense?"

He shook his head and your breath caught in your throat.

"Oh."

"This isn't how I wanted to do this." He squeezed your hand a little, "But at least it's done. I was afraid I might never say something. It's okay if you don't want to say anything, or just leave it at this, I don't need you to reply, I'm just glad you finally know how I feel."

Slowly, he let go of your hands, and you recalled what he said last night.

"You were wrong."

San looked at you with a furrowed brow, "What?"

"Last night, there was something you said that wasn't true."

"What?"

"You said I didn't like you. You said I didn't want you. You were wrong. Don't you remember I told you you were wrong, and that I like you-"

"-very much."

You nodded softly as a shy smile formed on your face. "I'm sorry you thought different."

A grin spread across his features as he shook his head, "Don't be sorry."

As you stared at each other for a moment, you both started to giggle, unable to keep your faces straight, and giddiness hidden.

Suddenly San pulled you into a hug as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. He spoke softly into your ear and you felt goosebumps rise up your arms.

"Does this mean I can finally hold you?"

You chuckled softly as you nodded, "Yes."

He let out a happy chuckle as he buried his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him just as tightly as you held each other for a moment.

"What now?" You asked after a moment.

San hummed before he got an idea. Pulling away enough to look in your eyes he grinned happily.

"Wanna go on a date?"

"A date?" You laughed and he nodded fervently.

You nodded in return. "Yeah, I do."

Pulling you into his arms again he grinned happily as he slowly walked you backwards towards your room.

"Then get ready, let's go."

"Now?"

"Now!"

"What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know yet, but we'll think of something."

Laughing, you pulled away from him to hurry to get ready, excitement and joy radiating between the two of you as thoughts of drunken confessions and unrequited love were left behind.

xx End xx

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wholoveseggs · 11 months ago

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Extra-Extra-Extraordinary {three}

♡♡ HAPPY HOLIDAYS ♡♡

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

Just a quick ménage à trois with the boys … but it's round three & under the mistletoe.

8.5k words {I'm so sorry, I can't write anything short} - Warnings: Smuttier than santa, {soft?} dom Elijah & Klaus, jealousy, a little violence & angst, biting, blood drinking, Klaus being Klaus, Elijah being the rough one, panettone.

{Part One} {Part Two} Don't worry, reading Part 3 without Part 1 and 2 is totally fine. You might miss the plot, but hey, that's not really the point of these, right? -xoxo ♡♡

"It's okay to love fucking them both. I did." ---Kathy P

Twas the night before the Mikaelson’s Christmas party, and you were snuggled up with Elijah on the sofa, drinking whiskey and eggnog, enjoying a quiet moment together. You had a batch of gingerbread cookies baking in the oven, the warm scent of them hanging in the air.

Klaus sauntered over with a cheeky smile, taking a seat next to you. "Well, isn't that quite the cozy picture," he teased, raising an eyebrow in mock innocence.

You playfully smacked his arm. "Don't start, Nik."

"Oh, come now. I was simply admiring your happiness." Klaus raised his glass in a toast. "To love and family."

Glasses clinked, and you all took a sip, reveling in the camaraderie of the moment. A comfortable silence settled, interrupted by Klaus leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I'm afraid there's a slight problem, though."

Your curiosity piqued, you quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? What's the issue?"

"Well, I didn't get a present for you," Klaus confessed with a sly smile.

"Oh, don't worry, Nik, I wasn't expecting—"

He cut you off, his playful smile deepening. "I mean, I don't have a physical gift. But," he paused, the intensity in his gaze making you squirm. "I have a much better idea."

"Klaus, stop it," you warned, feigning annoyance.

"I was thinking I could give you some more quality time with my tongue," Klaus whispered, his words going straight to your core.

Elijah's arm instinctively tightened around you, and you knew he had heard the exchange. You couldn't deny the rush of desire that shot through you. Still, you were determined not to let Klaus's antics disrupt the festive mood.

"Right now?" you teased, hoping the heat creeping up your cheeks wasn't too obvious.

"Why not?" Klaus winked, taking another sip of his drink.

Elijah, ever the picture of composure, remained silent, clearly amused at the ongoing banter.

"Maybe later," you teased, a glimmer of mischief in your eyes.

"I'll hold you to it," Klaus smirked, leaning back into the couch. "Do you have any more special requests? Do you want us to fully tie you up this time?”

Rolling your eyes, you laughed, "You know, Klaus, maybe this is where I take a break and check on the cookies."

"I think they could use another taste tester," Klaus added, a playful glint in his eyes.

"I think," Elijah chimed in, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "that we all need another round of drinks.’

Grinning, you gracefully stood up and made your way to the kitchen, the enticing scent of fresh gingerbread and molasses filling the air. Both men followed suit, Elijah coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"My darling," he whispered, his voice a seductive melody, "would you like me to get rid of my brother for the night? I'm sure he could entertain himself somehow."

You turned to face Elijah, your hand intertwining with his.

"It's alright," you said softly, pulling him closer.

Klaus smiled, his gaze meeting yours. "So, tell us what you want this time around?"

Your cheeks flushed red, a secret desire had been forming in your mind for quite a while now. The mere thought of it turned you on immensely. You had tried it once with Elijah, and it was an experience you craved to have again, but you were far too shy to voice that desire to Klaus.

"I... want," you whispered, biting your lip nervously. The air crackled with anticipation as you mustered the courage to express your hidden fantasies.

Elijah caressed your cheek, sensing your nervousness. "You want what, my love?"

"I want…," you paused, feeling a rush of heat spreading throughout your body. "For you both to be in complete control," you whispered, your gaze shifting between both men, gauging their reactions.

"Is that so?" Klaus mused, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Yes," you murmured, a wave of desire crashing through your body.

Elijah smiled, his voice a sensual purr. "What is your safe word, my love?"

You looked at him, a shy smile playing on your lips. "It's still the same."

"Good," Elijah whispered, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

"Well, well," Klaus murmured, his voice low. "Have you tried this with Elijah before?"

"Yes, we have," Elijah answered for you, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity. "And it's an exquisite sight."

You blushed, remembering the intense pleasure of submitting to Elijah's will. It was unlike anything you had experienced before, and it filled you with a rush of anticipation.

Both of them moved closer, pinning you against the kitchen counter. Elijah pressed his body against your side as he planted kisses on your neck, while Klaus approached from the front, pressing a hand into your lower abdomen, locking eyes with you.

"When shall we start, love?" Klaus inquired, his lips mere inches from yours.

Your breath caught, a soft moan escaping as Klaus lowered his hand between your legs and began a slow, tantalizing rub through your pants. Elijah's breath, hot against your ear, intensified as his hands traveled up to caress your breasts through your shirt.

"Wait," you whispered, hands clutching the counter. "Not tonight," you gasped, a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Klaus asked, mischief in his eyes, but a note of genuine concern in his voice.

"Tomorrow," you whispered, attempting to gather your thoughts. "After the party," you continued, your voice hoarse.

"Perhaps during the party," Elijah suggested, you could feel him smile against your skin.

Your cheeks flushed as you tried to calm your wildly beating heart. "But what if someone hears us?" You stammered.

"Oh, don't worry," Klaus chuckled, nipping at your ear. "We'll make sure everyone hears how good we're going to fuck you.”

A thrilling wave of pleasure ran through your body at his words. Klaus possessed a certain charm that always left you yearning for more, and you could already feel your resolve crumbling.

Elijah's lips left a trail of soft kisses along your jawline, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on your waist. "Tomorrow it is, then," he murmured, his voice sending vibrations through your skin.

Klaus withdrew his hand, but the intensity in his eyes lingered. "We'll be counting the minutes until then," he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

You took a deep breath, attempting to regain control of your senses. "I need to finish those cookies," you stammered, your cheeks still flushed.

"By all means, love, we wouldn't want to keep you from your baking," Klaus quipped, leaning in and kissing your cheek.

As they reluctantly released you, you couldn't deny the anticipation building within. The promise of tomorrow hung in the air, and with playful smiles, Klaus and Elijah retreated, leaving you with the lingering heat of their touch and the scent of fresh cookies filling the kitchen.

Hand in hand with Elijah, you descended to the grand Christmas party hosted in the compound. The opulent halls were adorned with twinkling lights, and the scent of fresh pine mingled with holiday treats. Guests in elegant attire filled the space, laughter and music creating an enchanting atmosphere.

The grand Christmas tree, adorned with ornaments and sparkling lights, stood tall in the center of the room. Rich, jewel-toned colors reflected in the polished marble floors as guests mingled, exchanging gifts and raising their glasses in celebration.

The sounds of a live orchestra filled the air, playing festive melodies that added to the magical ambiance. Klaus, with his signature charm, welcomed guests with a charismatic smile, and Rebekah dazzled in a breathtaking gown.

Tables adorned with fine china and crystal glasses showcased a feast fit for royalty. A mix of traditional Christmas dishes and exotic delicacies delighted the senses, and expertly crafted cocktails flowed freely.

As Elijah led you through the crowd, you couldn't help but be swept away by the festive spirit. The warmth of the atmosphere, the twinkle of fairy lights, and the joyous laughter of friends and family created an enchanting backdrop for the evening.

Elijah pulled you onto the dance floor, gently swaying you around. Your heart fluttered as you looked into his dark eyes, a soft smile forming on his face.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “You are so beautiful,” as he pulled you closer.

Your cheeks flushed, he still gave you butterflies. As the tempo picked up, he spun you around and pulled you close again, your bodies moving in sync. He leaned in and brushed a kiss to your temple, his lips curving into a smile. You felt warm and content in his arms, reveling in the festive atmosphere and intimacy of the moment.

"I must tend to some business, my dear," Elijah whispered. "I won't be long, though." His kiss was sweet, but there was a fire in his eyes, he wanted more, you just had to be patient. You could see the promise, knowing it was coming soon.

You made your way to the dessert table, feeling a bit self-conscious about the panettone you contributed, worrying that it was over-baked. Your thoughts were cut short when a man approached, you recognized him as one of Marcel's nightwalkers.

“I’m not really a dessert person, but you look absolutely delicious,” he said, standing far too close to you.

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to keep your distance. You suspected this man was quite drunk. His breath reeked of cheap booze, and his clothes were disheveled. "Excuse me," you said, trying to brush past him.

"Oh, come on now," he slurred, grabbing your arm. "Don't be so cold."

You attempted to pull away, but his grip was like iron. "Let go of me," you demanded, anger flashing in your eyes.

Before you could react, the man was knocked backward, the breath being driven from his lungs in one powerful blow.

Klaus stood over him, a cheerful smile on his face. "You were being rather aggressive, mate,"

The man stared up at Klaus, stunned. After a moment, he staggered to his feet and mumbled a half-hearted apology before slinking away.

"Are you alright, love?" Klaus asked, his gaze full of concern.

You smiled, feeling grateful for his interference. "I’m fine, thank you, Klaus, I appreciate the help."

"Always," he responded, flashing you a charming smile. He looked around the room, then took your hand, leading you to a quiet corridor.

"Where are we going?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just want a moment alone with you," he said. As soon as you were out of sight, he pressed you up against the wall, his hands gripping your waist. He leaned in, his lips hovering inches from your own.

"Now who's being the aggressive one,” you teased, your hands pressed into his chest.

"I can't help myself, love. You're the most gorgeous woman in the room," he whispered, his voice laced with seduction.

"Nik, don't. What about Elijah," you protested, trying to ignore your rapidly beating heart.

“He left you all alone," Klaus smirked, his lips ghosting over yours. "If my brother can't appreciate the beauty standing before him, I will gladly take his place."

"You can't say that," you responded, attempting to push him away.

"But, love," Klaus drawled, his lips pressing a teasing kiss against your neck. "I already know how wet you are for me," he whispered, his hand roaming up your thigh.

You gasped, feeling his hand moving closer to your core. "Klaus, we can't," you pleaded.

"Just tell me to stop and I will," he whispered, his fingers brushing against your panties.

You moaned, the feeling of him teasing you, the risk of being caught, only heightening the pleasure.

"I've been wanting to do this all day," Klaus murmured, his voice dripping with lust.

You gasped, biting your lip to keep from moaning.

Klaus smirked, his finger rubbing slow circles against your clit. "Do you ever think about me when he fucks you?”

Your head was swimming with pleasure, and you could barely form a coherent thought. "No," you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders.

"I don't believe you," Klaus whispered, his lips finding yours. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. His fingers moved faster, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

The sounds of the party grew distant, your senses focused solely on the feeling of his touch. His fingers dipped lower, pushing past your panties, sinking into your pussy.

"Nik," you cried, burying your face into his shoulder, trying to muffle the moans escaping your lips.

He pushed two fingers inside, slowly thrusting in and out. Your hips bucked, the pressure building. He added another finger and one of your hands fisted into his shirt, the other digging into his back.

"Yes, Nik," you whimpered, a white-hot explosion of ecstasy ripping through you. You trembled as you clenched around his fingers.

Klaus continued his movements, prolonging the pleasure, until you couldn't take it anymore. You weakly pushed him away, your breath ragged.

He pulled out, bringing his fingers to his lips. He licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "So fucking delicious," he purred, a smug smile playing on his lips.

The reality of what just happened hit you, and you quickly straightened your clothes. You couldn't believe what just transpired.

He leaned in and kissed you again, it was surprisingly gentle and loving, as if he was savoring the taste.

"If you were mine I would never share you," he murmured against your lips.

"Nik," you breathed, a warning.

"But you're not, so I must take what I can get," Klaus smirked.

You smoothed your hair, attempting to regain your composure. You tried to hide the fact that his words affected you.

Klaus chuckled, pulling away. He glanced down at his watch, his smile widening. "It's time, love. Shall we go find my brother?”

"I'm right here," his voice sounded behind you.

Elijah stood in the corridor, a glass of bourbon in his hand. His eyes were dark, his jaw set.

"How long have you been there," Klaus asked, his tone casual.

"Long enough," Elijah responded, his eyes fixed on you. "Are you alright?"

You nodded, your cheeks flushing.

Klaus grinned, "No harm was done."

"On the contrary," Elijah growled. "You know the rules, Niklaus. You are not to touch her without my permission."

"Oh, come now, brother," Klaus chuckled, his tone mocking. "You let me taste her when it's the three of us," he challenged.

"This is different and you know it," Elijah responded, his fist clenched.

"Is it?," Klaus questioned, stepping closer. "Perhaps you should have paid more attention to your love, rather than entertaining the guests."

"I was making sure the room was ready for tonight," he countered, his tone ice.

"My dear brother, so committed to making sure everything is perfect for her," Klaus replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Elijah's eyes narrowed. "You are dangerously close to crossing a line, Niklaus," he warned.

Elijah took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. Klaus chuckled, enjoying getting under his brother's skin.

"She clearly gets something from me that she doesn't get from you," Klaus remarked, his gaze challenging.

You looked back and forth between the two of them, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation swirling in your stomach. The tension between the brothers was palpable.

"Stop," you interjected, placing a hand on each of their chests, trying to calm them.

Elijah couldn't help but think back to all the nights he spent in bed with you, making love, whispering sweet words in your ear, but also, the times Klaus joined you. Klaus would push you to the edge, make you scream and beg, while Elijah would always take care of you after. Klaus was a lot rougher than him, and perhaps that's what you craved. A spark of anger ignited inside Elijah, and before he could stop himself, his fist connected with Klaus' jaw.

Klaus' head jerked backward, but his smirk never faltered. He leaned forward, spitting out blood. "That's more like it, brother," he taunted, the mischievous glint in his eyes intensified. "That's the kind of man she wants," he said, goading Elijah.

You knew this was about more than Klaus simply getting handsy, but instead the truth of his feelings for you. A truth you avoided addressing, you loved Elijah, but you couldn't deny the pleasure of your shared encounters with both of them. Unfortunately, Klaus had grown quite attached to you and, at times, very possessive, often lashing out and making attempts to sabotage your relationship with Elijah. Tonight's display seemed like yet another attempt.

Your relationship had changed after the first time all three of you were intimate together. It made things unnecessarily complicated, it became apparent that jealousy and feelings were a factor now. A realization neither of them seemed to understand or deal with, making things, all in all, messy and confusing.

Your head was spinning, you didn't know which emotion was greater, arousal, shame, guilt, or fear. "I thought we had an understanding, Nik," you muttered, choosing your words carefully, your cheeks flushed and stomach churning.

"Oh, come on, love," he smirked, knowing he was on thin ice.

"Enough, Nik," you said firmly, glaring at him. "When we started this, we had clear rules. You broke them," you chastised, then turned to Elijah, your expression softening.

"I love you, only you, Elijah," you whispered, standing on your toes, pulling him closer. You kissed him, a slow and sensual kiss, meant to comfort and reassure him.

He smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. He glanced back at his brother, his jaw clenched. You touched his cheek, bringing his focus back to you. "We don't have to include him, if you don't want to," you whispered.

Elijah's expression softened, hearing the love and concern in your voice. "I just want to see you happy," he murmured, kissing your forehead.

"You make me happy," you smiled, kissing him again.

Klaus stood, observing the intimate scene, trying his best to mask his jealousy and pain. You were everything he wanted, and more, and yet, you belonged to his brother.

"Come," Elijah murmured, taking your hand.

"Where are we going," you asked.

"A special spot I’ve prepared for you," Elijah smiled, squeezing your hand.

Klaus trailed behind you, trying to hide his emotions, the last thing he needed was to have his brother witness his heartbreak.

Elijah led you through the halls, the party growing distant. He pushed open a pair of double doors, revealing a magnificent sight. The entire room was decorated like a winter wonderland. Fairy lights draped along the ceiling, casting a soft glow throughout the space. A cozy fire burned in the stone fireplace, the heat warming your body. Thick, fluffy blankets covered the sofas and bed, and plates of desserts adorned the coffee table.

You wandered through the room, taking in the luxurious details. The walls were covered with towering shelves filled with books, and the vast windows offered an enchanting view of the night sky. The air was fragranced with cinnamon and pine, the holiday decorations adding to the festive ambiance.

Soft music played, creating an intimate atmosphere. You smiled, feeling the tension and excitement building within you.

"You are a master of romance, Elijah," Klaus commented, his voice breaking the silence.

"Only for her," he answered, a twinkle in his eye.

Elijah leaned down, capturing your lips with a passionate kiss. "This is amazing," you breathed against his lips.The spark slowly turning into a fire as his hands roamed your body.

Elijah started undressing you, kissing every exposed area of skin. You could feel his breath hot against your body, a rush of desire washing over you. He was slow and deliberate, seemingly wanting to savor the moment.

You pulled at his clothes, wanting to feel his bare skin against yours. You unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it down his arms. You traced the lines of his chest, enjoying the way his muscles flexed under your touch.

You turned and reached out to Klaus, beckoning him closer, he approached and pressed his lips against yours. His kiss was insistent and passionate, conveying all the desire he's been holding back. Your fingers dipped under the hem of his shirt, sliding it up his toned chest. You parted only to pull it over his head, then he continued kissing you, barely allowing your lips to leave his.

Elijah tugged on your chin, demanding your lips back to his. His kiss was deep and intense, his tongue sliding along yours. Both of them undressed you further, hands and mouths devouring you. You couldn't focus, could barely breathe as they took complete control.

Soon you were completely naked, pressed between them, Elijah was behind you, sucking and nipping at your neck and Klaus in front of you, kissing down the valley of your breasts. Your core pulses in the need of attention and you push back into Elijah grinding and rolling your hips against him.

Elijah softly ran his hands down your arms before grabbing your wrists and securing them behind your back. He took both of them in his strong, firm hold, no longer free to touch either of them. Instead, they're free to touch and pleasure you however they see fit. They share a quick glance between themselves, each grinning deviously.

Klaus kept working his way down your body, until he got down on his knees, your thighs at the same level with his head. His eyes caught with yours and a sly grin spread across his lips before his gaze went to your pussy. He began planting soft kisses along the top of each leg, his tongue drawing patterns as he went. You tried to bite back the moan that is about to escape from your lips, knowing he's getting the most enjoyment out of this teasing he's performing. You watched with both pleasure and anticipation, as the sight of him nearly getting close to your aching cunt and stopping in his tracks just to torture you some more. Your head instinctively rolled back onto Elijah's shoulder, biting your lip as your eyes shut, doing everything in your power to hold back your moans.

"You're just dying for it, aren't you love," Klaus murmured, nipping at your inner thigh.

"You're no better," you teased.

Elijah growled, restraining your wrists in one hand, forcing your head up. "Careful," he warned, his free hand coming to rest around your throat, squeezing slightly. "Watch your tone,"

You moaned, despite his warning.

He raised his brow, a hint of surprise flashed on his face, pleased to hear you being so turned on by him handling you in a way he normally wouldn't.

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and whispered against it, "If you want to play those games, I can be just as rough." He emphasized his point by tightening his hand around your neck, pressing against your windpipe, cutting off your air.

"Now, spread your legs wider."

The way he was using you only fueled your fire. The more demanding, rougher, and meaner he was, the wetter you became. You obeyed his orders, it was the only thing you could do anyway.

Klaus finally obliged, his mouth hovered a mere inch from your pussy. The stubble on his cheeks tickling your soft and sensitive skin as his tongue came out. He dragged it, almost painfully slow over your clit and back down, dipping inside you before repeating the motions once more. Your hips involuntarily moved with his tongue and you heard a faint chuckle rumble from Elijah's chest as he pinned you against him.

The faint sound of a moan escaped you as Klaus continued his exploration, and that's when he lost all his restraint. He yanked your leg over his shoulder and drove his tongue deep inside you, devouring and fucking you with it. Your breath grew even shallower and a deeper, throatier moan was pulled from you. The men groaned simultaneously at your response, loving how they affected you. Your hands opened and closed and twisted and clenched behind your back in a failed attempt to regain control. You couldn't stop yourself from writhing and wriggling in the grasps of both men, feeling as though your bones had melted and your legs had gone weak.

Both sets of strong and muscular arms were the only things holding you up at this point. It felt so overwhelming, to be trapped between them like this. You didn't have anywhere to go or any chance to escape the intense pleasures they were giving you.

While your legs weakened, your core tightened, and that tell tale feeling washed over you, warm and fuzzy, creeping up your limbs, creeping along your stomach and soon you could feel that ball forming, needing something, a push to make it snap. As you were just about to break, you were overcome with disappointment.

"Nik," You whined, trying to protest against the denial of your impending orgasm. But he had removed himself completely from you. Elijah had you securely in his hold but Klaus had backed away, just watching you closely, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.

Elijah yanked on your neck, pulling your head to the side so you would look at him. "Behave," he commanded, and a grin crept on his lips and you shuddered. The firm tone he used with you was almost enough to get you to cum on the spot and both men saw how desperate and helpless you've become.

"I love seeing you like this," Elijah murmured, his lips close to your ears, he dipped his head and nipped at your neck. Your hips bucked at the touch, causing him to laugh lightly. You could feel him smile against the nape of your neck, kissing up to the tip of your ear. You gasped slightly and he grinned wider. He pulled you roughly towards the bed, throwing you down, you bounced slightly from the impact and landed on your back. Elijah watched you in complete admiration. Your hair fanned around the pillows, your cheeks flushed, your chest rapidly rising and falling.

Your lips parted as you tried to steady your breathing, your eyes growing wide. You gulped, swallowing nervously as a dark smile spread across Elijah's face. You loved seeing this side of him and you always begged him to show it more often. He bent down to kiss your calves, slowly making his way up. He kissed every bit of skin, squeezing and massaging your body along the way.

Klaus moved to the other side of the bed above your head, leaning over you, he was peppering your neck with kisses. Occasionally leaving tiny nips or gentle tugs on your skin. Klaus cupped your cheek with one hand and his eyes locked with yours as his finger grazed your bottom lip. He then slowly pushed two fingers past your lips.

"Taste yourself, love," Klaus grinned, wiggling his digits in your mouth. You did as he wished, sucking on his fingers, tasting yourself. Klaus smirked, pulling back. Your head lolled back and Klaus kneeled next to your head, his already hard member was mere inches from your mouth and his cock pulsed. He grasped it firmly, slowly stroking its length up and down a few times, before lining it up to your lips.

You looked up at him with the most innocent expression you could muster as you parted your lips a little wider, allowing him to push himself into your mouth. Your eyes remain locked with his as you swirl your tongue around the tip, slowly taking him further into your throat.

You let out a muffled moan as you felt Elijah parting your legs and pressed his tongue to your entrance, the tip slipping just the slightest bit into you, teasing you. You moved your hands to grip his hair, but Klaus grabbed your wrists and pinned them next to your head, denying you any control. Your back arched and a light, desperate, needy whimper fell from your lips as you longed to just be completely filled and fucked by them both at the same time.

Elijah spread your legs further apart, relishing your taste and the way you trembled with every touch. His movements grew harder, deeper and stronger. His hands holding your hips firmly as his tongue drove in and out of you, making you arch your back and your eyes roll to the back of your head,

You took Klaus's full length into your throat and held him there for a moment. Your actions were rewarded when he moaned deeply, smiling down at you. Elijah moved his tongue away, replacing it with one single finger. Slowly teasing and moving in circles before sliding it all the way inside your already soaking pussy. You started bucking your hips, the pace growing quicker.

Elijah suddenly sank his fangs into your inner thigh. You let out an agonizing scream and your back arched up off the bed as a warm wave of pain and pleasure hit you. You felt yourself clamp down around his finger as he continued fucking you with it. He drank greedily from the small holes he made, sucking hard on your sensitive flesh, the intensity becoming too much to bear. You shook uncontrollably as he used his thumb to circle your clit, Klaus still holding tightly to your arms and thrusting deeply into your throat.

Klaus grins watching you as a loud moan fills his ears, vibrating against his dick. You're struggling to concentrate, unable to form words to protest or demand. His thrusts become sloppier and less controlled. Sloppy noises getting louder and he moves his other hand to stroke his fingers through your hair. You moan loudly once more and he lets go. He lets his head fall back, as his cum spills into your throat and he loses the ability to move or talk, merely riding out his release.

Elijah's mouth made its way up your body, sinking his fangs into your lower stomach, making you yelp. Then he made his way further up and bit your breasts, his fingers still pumping inside you. He continued to feed, leaving dozens of bite marks all over your body until there were hardly any places left he didn't get to mark. Tears streamed down your face and you struggled under Klaus's grip, trying to escape, and whimpered desperately for one of them to stop, the pain was starting to overwhelm your pleasure.

Elijah’s eyes were completely black, with dark gray veins snaking underneath them, accompanied by his bared fangs and blood-stained lips. His true form, on full display for you, making his beauty and his danger even more exceptional. He moved up to your face, finally giving you a chance to kiss him. You hummed into his mouth, tasting your own blood as his tongue brushed against yours, he smiled against your lips and kissed you harder.

This animalistic side of Elijah turned you on immensely. When the rare occasion arose, where you were lucky enough to get him like this, all of those barriers came crumbling down. He wasn't here to please or serve or pamper you like a goddess, tonight was about using you. He broke the kiss, leaving you a panting mess.

Your pleading expression did nothing as his mouth went to the most sensitive area of your neck, his hot breath fanning against your skin. He parted your legs with his knee and teasing your pussy with the head of his cock.

"Who does this belong to?" Elijah asked, his voice husky, you felt goosebumps rise on your flesh.

"Yours. It's yours," you whimpered.

Klaus smirked at you, clearly getting a kick out of seeing you so helpless and controlled by his brother. Klaus's hand gripped your jaw firmly as he forced you to look him in the eye. He rubbed his thumb across your lips. He could feel your jaw shake as you trembled.

"Good answer," Elijah grinned, his eyes turning black as he pushed his cock inside you and sunk his fangs into your neck. You cried out from the pure bliss and pain he inflicted on you. He was usually so gentle and romantic, but right now, he was fucking you, devouring your body. The sensations overwhelmed you, making the line between pain and pleasure blur.

The more you squirmed beneath him, the rougher he grew with you, both of his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you into his every move. The sweet slapping of his skin against yours filled the room and mingled with your cries, your ragged and frantic breathing. It wasn't enough, you still needed more, you could hardly even breathe and he kept biting, never giving you time to catch your breath, or make sense of what was going on.

Elijah slowly removed his fangs from your neck, his breathing uneven as he pounded into you, whispering your name. You could tell he was close, by the way his thrusts started to quicken, his face changing from his vampire side to his human one, a blush tinting his cheeks.

"Look at me," he said. You met his gaze and realized that despite his features being back to normal, the animal still lived just beneath his skin.

He pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, a hand weaving into your hair. "Come for me, my love," he whispered. His voice was gravely and it turned you on beyond belief.

Klaus still had your wrists in his grip, stopping you from moving an inch. You couldn't get away no matter how hard you tried.

Your vision was blurred and Elijah groaned against your neck, gripping your thighs so tightly it stung. He stopped and pressed his forehead to yours, his breaths uneven as you pushed your thighs against him.You squeezed his cock hard as your orgasm finally shattered, tensing up all your muscles and moaning his name. He was close behind you, burying himself deep inside you as he moaned into your mouth and filled you with his cum.

Klaus released your wrists and you immediately wrapped your arms around Elijah, holding him in a tight embrace as you slowly came down. He held onto you, smiling to himself. He kissed you tenderly, brushing the sweat-dampened hair from your forehead as his fingers caressed your flushed skin.

Elijah placed light kisses down your neck, occasionally nipping at your skin, a soft giggle escaping your lips. His eyes landed on the many bite marks on he left, his expression turned guilty and he pulled away from you. He got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom without a word.

"Elijah," you said softly, but you didn't follow, knowing he would want some space to process. He often scolded himself and grew cold whenever he got rough like this with you.

"What's wrong with him?" Klaus asked you, gesturing to the open bathroom door.

You knew what it was, but you didn't wish to tell Klaus. Your heart ached for Elijah, hating that he always beat himself up for hurting you. Even though you've told him countless times that you enjoy these rare moments when his vampiric side comes out. You love feeling the power coursing through him as he has his way with you, biting and fucking and drinking from you however he pleases.

"Nothing, leave him," you whispered, the ache in your body preventing you from wanting to leave the bed.

You looked up at Klaus, giving him a gentle smile. He pulled you into his lap and cupped your cheek, softly stroking the pad of his thumb along your jaw. He was so gentle, not his typical cocky, confident, arrogant self. You kissed him deeply, enjoying how sweet and tender he was, after the rough sex and treatment Elijah gave you, the contrast was perfect.

His hands ran over the bite marks and you winced, pulling back. He looked up, offering an apologetic smile.

"I didn't think Elijah was capable," he chuckled, trailing his eyes over you once more, imagining his marks covering you instead.

Klaus brought his face close to the most visible and recent set of fang marks and lightly flicked out his tongue, swiping across your broken flesh, soothing the stinging sensations and sealing up the bleeding. He dragged his tongue down to the one just above your breasts and repeated the actions.

You let out a soft moan from the sensation, slowly grinding your hips against him. Klaus placed a trail of kisses along your chest and neck, climbing up to your lips as you looked at him. He locked eyes with yours, his pupils blown wide with arousal. You let your fingers tangle into his hair as you pressed your lips firmly together.

"Nik," you whispered against his lips, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, happy to hear his name, instead of Elijah's, leaving your mouth.

He began rocking his hips in time with yours, growing more and more desperate by the second. His hands ran over your curves, coming to rest on your waist. In one fluid motion, he picked you up and flipped you over so that you were on your stomach and he was hovering over you.

You let out a surprised gasp and your eyes went wide. Klaus let out a soft laugh as his fingers traced along the contours of your backside, massaging your plump skin. You glanced over your shoulder at him as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up slightly, raising you to your knees, with your ass presented towards him. He bent down and licked his way from your clit to your ass, paying equal amounts of attention to both spots, eliciting soft moans and whimpers from you.

Klaus swatted one of your cheeks playfully, then slipped a couple of fingers inside you and pumped in and out of your core while he worked a fingertip against your other hole. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, forcing a gasp to leave your lips.

Elijah returned to the bedroom and stood quietly, leaned against the wall, admiring your beautiful form on display. He walked towards the bed and sat down in front of you. He laced his fingers gently with yours and you looked at him, giving him a reassuring smile. He loved you so much and worried too often that you weren't safe around him.

"Welcome back," Klaus chuckled, his fangs grazing over your ass cheek. You shivered and buried your face in the mattress, earning a low laugh from him. "Are you done with the self-loathing session?"

Elijah gave Klaus a stern look and shifted his focus back to you. You weren't going to allow his guilt to ruin this for either of you. You sat up and pressed your lips to his, kissing him slowly, wrapping an arm around his neck. He looked at you and his expression changed, becoming lighter.

Your lips parted and you exhaled shakily, Elijah ran his knuckles down your cheek, soothingly and you gave him a faint smile. "It's okay Elijah. You didn't hurt me," you murmured. He frowned, looking into your eyes for a long moment before leaning closer and claiming your lips in another kiss.

Klaus let out an irritated sigh and gently pushed on your lower back, signaling for you to settle back down. You parted the kiss from Elijah and did what you were asked. Elijah threaded his fingers in your hair and held you still as Klaus used the new angle to circle your asshole with his tongue, drawing a series of low, whimpering moans from your throat. Klaus chuckled, pleased with your reactions. Your grip on the sheets tightened as you gasped into the mattress. Klaus felt your wetness increase and gripped your thighs harder as his tongue started fucking in and out of you, the pleasure making you gush.

Elijah grinned in amusement and placed a hand against your throat, tilting your head back. "Enjoying yourself?" He asked, a low growl emitting from his throat.

You nodded your head, completely drunk off their attention. Klaus gave your ass a hard slap, making you yelp and tense up.

"I didn't hear you, love," Klaus quipped, pressing his lips to your stinging cheek, eliciting another moan from you.

"Yes," you practically sobbed.

Elijah hummed at your answer, leaning down to kiss your mouth. His tongue danced over yours as his hand tightened against your throat. Klaus pressed a finger against your asshole, pushing forward until the tip of his finger was inside you. You let out a gasp against Elijah's lips as Klaus plunged his finger all the way inside, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your skull. He pressed his lips to your ass cheek, gently biting it with his blunt teeth as he worked a second finger inside you.

"Do you want both of us again?" Klaus whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"Please," you begged.

Klaus and Elijah looked at each other, a silent exchange happening between the two of them. You didn't notice their conversation, you were too focused on the aching feeling as Klaus removed his fingers. Elijah helped you to your feet, rough hands gliding over your skin as he lifted you off the bed. You stood between them, your back pressed into Elijah's chest as he held you close. Klaus placed his hands on your waist, pressing his body against yours and placing gentle kisses against your collarbone. He trailed his way up to your neck, lightly biting with his teeth. You rolled your head to the side, enjoying every ounce of attention that they gave you, his hands sliding down your body until they came to rest on the curve of your ass. Elijah nipped at your neck, grazing his fangs against you. A wave of heat flowed throughout your entire body, making your knees tremble.

"Just relax and let us do all the work," Elijah whispered, his hand gently gripping your waist.

"Okay," you breathed, and let out a soft moan.

Klaus picked you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around him. He tilted your chin up, making you look at him. His eyes were dark and predatory, flashing gold as he gazed at you, a sight that made your stomach flip. He lowered you down onto his cock and you clung to his shoulders. Hanging tightly onto him as he began to slowly thrust and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, letting out soft moans.

Elijah came up behind you, his fingers smoothing down your back. He placed light kisses to your shoulder as he placed his hand on your ass. Elijah's finger stroked down, circling your rim gently, making you tense up and clench down on Klaus's cock. Klaus groaned and hooked his arms under your thighs, holding you closer. Elijah pushed one slick digit inside, barely taking any time to let your muscles stretch and relax before working in a second.

Elijah kissed your spine, working you open carefully. You pushed yourself against his fingers, whimpering loudly at the stimulation. Elijah pushed further into your ass, knuckle deep, he smiled when he heard you moan.

"Does that feel nice, my sweet girl?" Elijah purred against your neck, biting his way up your ear.

You nodded and your heart pounded faster in response, wanting him closer, wanting more of him. Elijah pressed his lips to your shoulder as his cock nudged against you. He began pushing into you, holding your hips, and carefully guiding his way in. Your breathing became shaky as he eased into you. Klaus stilled his movements, locking eyes with you, and he leaned in to give you a comforting kiss. You let out a soft moan against his lips, your nails digging into his shoulders. It was the most delicious sensation, being pinned between their firm chests, and stuffed completely.

"You love this, don't you?" Klaus whispered as he moved you against both of them in slow strokes.

You gave a slight thrust back, begging for more, and Elijah grunted, pushing into you slowly.

"You know the answer to that," you whispered back, giving Klaus a wide smile as your eyebrows arched in pleasure.

Klaus grinned at you, his grip on you becoming a little tighter. They both held you completely still, kissing and teasing every exposed area of your neck and chest as Elijah began rocking himself back and forth, setting an excruciating rhythm, with slow, deep thrusts.

You trembled between them, feeling so full and loved. Their presence was intense, strong, all consuming. You were exactly where you wanted to be and you never wanted this night to end.

"Please... don't stop, I'm close," you panted, reaching a hand to Elijah's and gripping it. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, until it felt like you would implode from the sensation. You tensed and trembled in their arms. Their grip tightened against you in order to hold you steady. They both moved to either side of your neck, grazing their fangs along your skin.

"Please..." You begged once more. They couldn't resist.

Both their fangs pierced your flesh, almost at the same time. That final little nudge was enough to push you over the edge. They drank deeply, your blood on their lips, and your body soaring from the intense, extended high.

You let out a drawn out groan as your orgasm shook you. Klaus and Elijah didn't move an inch, focused on drinking your blood as your muscles squeezed around their cocks. They groaned into your skin, thrusting deeper and faster as your blood coursed through them.

Their thrusts turned feral, chasing after their releases, losing themselves in the bloodlust. Their bodies crashed into yours over and over and they let out deep moans against your skin.

You felt a warm rush in you as they climaxed. Elijah stilled inside you, gasping against your skin, riding out the waves of his orgasm. Klaus rocked you back and forth slightly, breathing heavily into your neck, his heart hammering wildly.

They pulled their fangs out of your neck, licking the blood away with careful movements. You were breathing heavily, coming down from your high. You couldn't stop the massive grin that spread across your face. You rested between the brothers, completely exhausted but oh so satisfied. Elijah pulled out of you, a gentle smile spreading across his lips. Klaus carried you back to the bed and laid you down, his body hovering over you, pressing against your warm skin.

You tried catching your breath, too overwhelmed by the intensity of what just happened. Elijah laid next to you, he brushed your hair away from your face and placed kisses along your jawline. Klaus moved to your other side, covering you with kisses as well. You giggled and pulled Klaus in for a long kiss, then Elijah.

"I love you," Elijah whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear and staring deep into your eyes, an intensity behind the dark pools causing the butterflies to return.

Klaus let out a quiet chuckle, dipping his face into your neck and you ran your fingers through his curls in response. Klaus shifted so he could place a kiss to the underside of your chin, slowly dragging his lips to your pulse, your heartbeat quickening the longer he lingered.

"May I have another taste," he said playfully, nipping at your skin, his tone filled with lust.

"Nik," you protested weakly, pushing on his shoulders.

Klaus smiled and pulled away, planting a soft kiss against your cheek, then scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom, gently sitting you down on the bathroom counter. He dampened a washcloth and began tending to your bite marks.

"I could give you my blood, to heal these," he said softly, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

"Elijah will heal them for me," you answered, giving Klaus a knowing look. "I'm sorry," you added, the words coming out before you even realized you said them.

"Don't be, love," Klaus said with a shrug. He caressed your chin gently and continued swiping the cloth gently over your shoulder. Elijah made his way into the bathroom and took the cloth from Klaus.

"I would like to do the rest," Elijah said softly, he leaned in and brushed his lips gently over each puncture wound, the gesture so tender, and loving it made you ache.

Klaus walked away, lingering in the bathroom doorway to watch the intimate display between you and Elijah. A flicker of something you didn't quite understand crossed Klaus's features and he left, closing the bathroom door behind him.

Elijah began cleaning you, his touch soothing and gentle. You felt an overwhelming amount of love and devotion flowing through him.

"What's on your mind?" You asked softly, loving how focused and doting he is.

"How lucky I am," Elijah answered without missing a beat. "And how I feel I don't deserve you," he trailed off. You put a hand over his heart, feeling the firmness of his body and the steady drumming beneath.

"Don't, I wanted this, you were perfect," you insisted. Elijah met your gaze, your heart was aching at his guilty expression. He kissed you, attempting to convey his never-ending love for you.

When you pulled back, he bit his wrist and held it out. You pressed it to your lips, the copper taste flooding your senses. The profound sense of connection always made you lightheaded. The warmth spreading in you and the faint tingling of his magic working to close your wounds. Elijah pulled his wrist away, placing his hands on your knees and gave you a soft smile.

"Let's go downstairs and get some food," he whispered, helping you down off the counter. Your hunger spiked as soon as Elijah mentioned food.

Elijah held your hand as you made your way downstairs, the sound of laughter and conversation filling the air, the Christmas party still in full swing. You joined the family in the living room, sitting beside him on the couch, his arm around you, pulling you closer. The guests were lively and cheerful, sharing stories and enjoying each other's company. You looked around the room, taking in the festive decorations and the warmth of the atmosphere. It was nice, being a part of something like this.

Klaus appeared, a glass of wine in his hand, his gaze meeting yours. You felt a pang of guilt, you knew he had fallen for you, you hadn't meant to hurt him. You loved Elijah, and you never wanted anyone else.

He sat down next to you and Elijah, giving you a smile. "I may have lied about not getting you a present," he said, handing you a small box.

"Nik," you began, "you shouldn't have." Elijah kissed your temple, prompting you to open the box.

You opened the box and found a necklace with a small silver pendant, the Mikaelson crest engraved in the metal.

Elijah took the necklace from the box, fastening it around your neck. You ran your fingers along the pendant, a smile on your lips.

"Thank you, Nik," you said, a look of gratitude on your face.

"Anytime, love," Klaus replied.

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him. He returned the gesture, holding you tightly, placing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

You sat together on the couch, talking and laughing with the others, the weight of the guilt lifting from your shoulders. Elijah kissed your cheek, his eyes full of love and affection.

"Merry Christmas, my love," he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin.

You smiled, "Merry Christmas, Elijah,"

Your heart was filled with happiness as you spent the evening surrounded by those you loved, enjoying the extraordinary holiday.

{Part One} {Part Two}

Thank you for reading my Extraordinary series!! This is the final ménage à trois I'll be doing with Klaus & Elijah... I feel like I covered all the bases hehe.

But a ménage à trois with Elijah and Kol????? Well... that sounds pretty exceptional...

PS: HAPPY HOLIDAYS ♡♡

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year ago

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best friends to lovers with sirius x reader PLEASEE love the touchy bsf james fics sm

I’m making this touchy bsf!sirius and shy!reader!!

Something about being close to Sirius amps up your shyness. It doesn’t help that you’re always together because your friend circles overlap.

Right now, you’re hosting early Christmas dinner for all your friends because they’re all off to their family- everyone but you and Sirius ironically, but you’re trying not to focus on that too much.

“Poppet!” Sirius’ call echos through your apartment and finds you in the kitchen where you’re taking your bread out the oven.

“In the kitchen Siri,” you say, not quite a shout but loud enough for him to hear. Your heart speeds up when you hear the click clack of his boots on your flooring.

“Happy early Christmas,” he says quietly, setting the bottles of mead, spiked eggnog (a recipe he had begged your mother to teach him many Christmases past), and sorrel.

His hands, now free, find your hips as you set the loaves on cooling racks.

“Happy early Christmas,” you echo, trying not to freak out at his proximity. It’s not unwanted and it’s been freely doled out to you for years, but you still can’t help but feel giddy and shy under his touch. Or his gaze, or well, just anything Sirius really.

“D’you need help with anything, poppet?” He asks, his cold rings running up your hip as he waits for your response.

“Can you pull the biscuits from the fridge? They’re the last thing to bake.”

Sirius nods, leaving you quickly and in the space of time it takes, all your friends come tumbling into your house.

James with the ham, Remus with turkey, Lily with a tofu dish, Marls and Dorcus with gifts.

Your house goes from quiet to lively in a matter of seconds and the boys set the table while you and the girls start drinking.

“Do you think Sirius will make a move on you?” Dorcus asks and you roll your eyes.

“We’re just friends,” you mutter, sipping your sorrel as your friends scoff. This is a conversation you’ve all had in many different ways.

You insist you’re friends and then Sirius goes on a does something not exactly too friendly.

“Dove? Can you come here a minute?” Remus calling you makes your eyebrows raise to your hairline.

“Yeah, Moony?” Sirius is already sitting in his self assigned seat- the one right beside yours- with a frown on his face. As you get closer, you notice he’s scowling and gritting his teeth.

That makes the nerves in your stomach churn a little more violently.

“Would you please tell Pads that you wouldn’t kiss him to ring in the New Year?” The girls laugh at the reasoning for Sirius’ sudden bad mood.

You frown. You hadn’t thought that was what he was gonna ask you. “Do you want to kiss me, Siri?” Sirius looks up at you instantly, eyes stormy.

“S’not about what he wants dove, do you wanna kiss him?”

You feel put on the spot and know Remus will drop it if you ask him to, but Sirius looks pensive. Like he’s on edge for your answer. Like he might combust and disintegrate if you refuse to kiss him.

Not like you would. He’s got lips that deserve to be kissed.

“Yeah I’d kiss him. Or let him kiss me, whichever way it has to go.”

Sirius perks right up, much to your friends’ delight. “We can start practicing now or when these lot leave if you like, poppet.”

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whorediaries-09 · 7 months ago

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imagine eldest daughter!reader not being able to love anyone and flinch whenever someone touches her, and remus being the only person that can touch her and stay with her while she wants to be alone

oh wow. did u really have to...call me out like that?

archer;

pairing- remus lupin x reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort, details of child abuse, touch sensitivity. (let me know if should add more) a/n- i really went ✨self - indulgent ✨ on this one.

ps- the beginning is from the movie 'five feet apart'. it's a really good one, make sure to check it out.

little train

' i've been the archer, i've been the prey.'

touch. the first form of communication. it began with a soft caress of the finger. or the brush of lips on cheeks. it connects one in the times of happiness, bolsters one in the time of fear and excites one in times of passion and love.

to be touched, was to communicate the feeling of security, the feeling of safety and comfort. but to understand the importance of touch, was different, was difficult. to need the touch from the one you loved was as important as the air needed to breathe.

and you understood it's importance, the need when you had none. perhaps it was because you didn't feel the security, the feeling of being safe when you were being touched. even a simple hug or a handshake could set off ringing bells in your head.

it reminded you of the time when your mother would slap down her hands on your back for a small mishap like spilling the juice on the floor. or burn her cigarettes onto your skin, punishing you for wasting the juice and make you clean up.

'you stupid bitch! i don't have enough fucking money for you to spill juice all over the stupid floor!' she'd scream, boxing your ears. she'd pull you by your ears, taking a ladle and letting the wooden handle rain on your back, make you understand the consequences of your mistake.

'please don't cry angel, she'll beat you again,' your father would comfort you, rubbing a cool soothing balm on your burning wounds. you'd cry into the safety of his arms, his callous and rough palms soothing you. his voice was deep and warm, and he'd hold your face close to his chest to let you cry, so your voice was as muffled as possible. the tears would stick on your face and you blacked out, the exhaustion so deeply rooted within your body. you'd fall asleep in his arms.

because the monsters were gone, and your dad was home.

it was difficult to make friends within the community of witches and wizards. where everyone had their own fears but they had mastered the facade of pretend, to hide behind their smiles. and even in this difficult time, when the war was at large, people still found a way to sneak in a ray of hope and happiness into their life.

they appreciated the hugs and kisses. they never knew when they'd lose it. so you watched from a distance as ron weasley was smothered in kisses by molly weasley. and even though he puckered up his face, by his calm stature, you knew he enjoyed it. he liked it and appreciated it.

but oh how you hated it. you hated the fact that you'd have to stand different, reflect within the clouds of happy cheerful faces. perhaps it was you who was in the wrong. you hated the fact that you flinched when somebody tried to touch you. you wanted to feel the same comfort the others felt when they were touched.

'want another drink?' hermione asked, grabbing your attention from the overwhelming scene that played out in front of you. mrs. weasley going around and distributing gifts amongst the children. hermione had been scratching a purring crookshank's ears. your eyes darted down on your lap, where your finger circled around the rim of the empty cup.

'no thanks,' you smiled.

'you must try the eggnog! sirius is the best at making it!' harry said, a proud smile on his face. sirius threw his arm around his shoulders.

'it's fine harry, i'm sure you've never tried other variations of eggnog, if you find mine to be the best,'

'it'll always be the best to me, sirius,' harry said. sirius let out his usual bark like laughter, his gray eyes full of a raw emotion. in harry's eyes, he saw himself to be the father figure he never had.

'you flatter, me harry james potter, you really do.'

'he's not flattering you sirius, you know your way around the kitchen.' remus said, walking through the door. he set down his battered coat onto the chair. with a loud creak, he pulled it out his chair.

you noticed the aging lines around his eyes and lips. his usually pale skin was red. you assumed it was due to the lack of a muffler and the cold gusts of wind that blew outside. he tried to warm himself up by blowing air within the crevice of his palms and rubbing them together. when he noticed you staring at him, he smiled at you.

'merry christmas,' he whispered. his voice was deep and rich, a beautiful vibrato from the depth of his throat. you gulped slowly, watching as the redness from his face slowly faded as he gave you a warm smile. you felt your heart drown in an inexplainable cozy feeling. you smiled back, toasting the air with your empty glass.

'merry christmas,'

the marks on your skin were evident. to be best described, they were like crescent moons staining your skin. the cause, however was not as pretty as the description.

to be wearing full sleeves on a hot summer day was exhausting and itchy, but it was the only solution to hide the burns from the time when your mother had decided to use you as her ashtray. the abuse had been settling upon you. your mother had been growing sicker as each day passed by.

and grief was a weird thing. you wanted to be sad that your mother was sick, and as each day passed, the days of her life were coming to and end. the woman that birthed you, that cared for you- that threw you into an emotional turmoil when your brother was born was dying.

you didn't feel grief, but neither did you feel happy. you were numb, trying to escape the coddling fumes of the tremendous torture you'd been through. to try and be the best role model for your brother.

to try and not keep a corpse in the cradle.

and again, in the realms of your plethora of emotions, you were numb. you didn't feel the pain when you jumped in front of the curse that was thrown at sirius, dodging him away from the soul trapping veil. it was like a white hot curse that burned through your skin and your mother's voice echoed in your brain.

your eyes closed, and while you could still hear your heart beating and the obnoxious screams, you let the darkness succumb you into a madness of sereness. perhaps you'd meet your mother again. perhaps you'll ask her if she ever loved you. perhaps, you'd asked her why she'd have to make you adore her with her hands around your neck.

perhaps you'd ask her the reason she set fire to the rain.

so, when your senses start numbing and you feel yourself falling on the cold hard ground with your head bursting open, you let the blood flow. you don't dream of the warm, calloused hands tending to your wounds and buying you ice cream to allow your mood to lighten. you don't dream about the monsters who were gone when your dad was home. perhaps you'd meet your dad when the world succumbs.

the moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, falling on your face. the sheets underneath you were warm and cozy, pulling you into a beautiful haze of sleep. your eyelids were heavy when you opened them, and you slowly tried to move around, searching for recognition of the place.

you could only recognize the slumped up man sitting within the folds of his jacket. his hands were wrapped around a folded newspaper. his mouth was open slightly, and through the lens of your groggy drowsiness, you could see the lines on his chapped lips, the wrinkles around his eyes. his spectacles dangled off the edge of his nose.

slowly, under the sheets, you wriggled your toes to feel your body. you suddenly felt as if you were on fire. as if somebody had slayed you alive. you were laying down, for once, and not escaping the endless turmoil thrown at your back. for once, you didn't feel discomfort laying down and not doing anything. but it was hot under the sheets.

'sleep well?' remus asked, rubbing his eyes and fixing the angle of his spectacles. it surprised you, and you flinched slightly. he gets up, keeping his jacket on the chair he'd been sleeping on.

the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have deepened. you felt his eyes wander over you. he lower lip was tucked under his teeth, his hands buried in his pockets. he waits patiently for you to answer.

'yes, mr. lupin. where am i?'

'call me remus please. you're at my house. the order's headquarters weren't safe for you anymore. that's because the death eaters are after you. well specifically bellatrix, because you dodged the curse she threw at sirius. for old times sake, she wanted to end it for once and for all.'

you gulp slowly, letting the realization settle into you. you move your fingers slowly under the sheets, testing your capacity to move. you felt bandage clothe rip into your skin.

'you've broken your fingers.' he says moving closer to your form, lying on the bed. 'it's brutal, because your skeletal muscles have been damaged too. do you understand?' he says patiently, gently. you feel a clump in your throat which burns down into your very core. it makes your eyes water.

'y-yes,' you say, your voice wobbly. he stands beside you, letting you fight your tears. he doesn't say anything. and perhaps, you don't want him to.

it's as if, he can't ever leave you. as if he would stay. so, for once, when his gentle, calloused hands touch your body, helping you sit up, you don't find yourself running away from him. you find yourself chased into his warmth, which echoes a gentleness that stills your heart.

because, there's no invisible smoke, or a fire within the crevices of your body. he helps you hold onto him.

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sodavizz · 8 days ago

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— Christmas Won't Be The Same Without You.

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Pairing: Daisuke x GN! Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff again :3

Wc: 1.3k+

Author's Note: Tadaa!! It's almost Christmas time baby! I'm super duper excited as it is already half of November!! Are you all ready to celebrate it, cause I sure am!

The snow was falling softly outside, coating the world in a blanket of white. The small town where Daisuke had grown up was quiet, the streets lined with festive lights and decorations. Inside his parents' house, however, there was nothing quiet about it. The living room was alive with the hum of Christmas music playing softly in the background, the scent of pine and cinnamon filling the air, and the soft crackle of a fire burning in the hearth. It was the perfect Christmas setting, and you were sharing it with Daisuke.

“Can you believe it?” Daisuke said, his voice full of excitement as he stood beside you in the entryway. His eyes sparkled with that familiar joy you adored. “Christmas at my parents’ house. I'm sure they're just as excited you are to meeting each other!”

You smiled at him, feeling a warmth spread through you as he took your hand, pulling you into the house. “I’m really happy to be here with you, Daisuke. This place feels so… cozy.”

His grin widened. “It’s definitely cozy. And my mom’s cooking is legendary, so get ready for some serious holiday feasting. You might not even have room for dessert by the end of the night.”

You laughed, feeling your stomach growl at the thought of what awaited. You’d heard a lot about Daisuke’s mom’s cooking, but this would be your first time tasting it. You could already smell the roast turkey and baked goods wafting from the kitchen.

The house was warm, full of life, and adorned with decorations that felt like they had been carefully placed with love. Christmas stockings hung from the mantle above the fireplace, each one bearing a name stitched in gold thread, and a grand tree stood in the corner, its branches weighed down with ornaments, tinsel, and fairy lights. The atmosphere was peaceful but bustling, with Daisuke’s parents—his mother in a festive red apron and his father pulling drinks from the fridge—filling the space with energy and laughter.

Daisuke led you to the living room where his family was already gathered. His parents, always warm and welcoming, greeted you with open arms.

“Ah, there you are, so you're the one my son keeps going on and on about!” His mother beamed as he mumbled something to her, seeming embarrassed she would expose him about that. She then stepped forward to give you a hug. “We’ve been waiting for you both. Everything’s ready for dinner, but we can always add more if you’re hungry before the big meal!”

“You must be starving after the drive!” his father added with a grin, holding out a glass of eggnog. “Don’t be shy, help yourself.”

You chuckled and accepted the drink, glancing over at Daisuke, who was practically glowing in his own way, standing close by with a proud smile.

“You must be excited to have us here,” you teased.

He nodded eagerly. “Are you kidding? I’ve been counting down the days to Christmas here with you and my family. I think I’ve spent almost every Christmas here since I was a kid, and this time it’s even better because you’re with me.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. There was something about being here, in the warmth of his family’s home, surrounded by love, that made everything feel like it was falling into place.

“I’m really happy to be here, too,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. “It feels so... right.”

Daisuke grinned and reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before turning to his parents. “I think it’s time for us to get the party started! We still need to do the Secret Santa exchange, and I’m pretty sure everyone’s excited for that.”

His mom laughed. “Oh yes, we can’t forget about that! We all got something special this year, so I hope everyone’s ready for a little holiday fun.”

Dinner was a true feast. The table was piled high with everything you could imagine—roast turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, roasted vegetables, and an assortment of freshly baked rolls. In the center, a large cranberry sauce dish sat alongside platters of sweet potatoes and baked brussels sprouts. Daisuke’s mom had clearly outdone herself, and as you dug into your meal, you could tell that everyone was savoring each bite.

Between mouthfuls, you shared stories with Daisuke’s family, laughing and chatting about everything from your childhood traditions to more recent adventures. Daisuke’s dad was particularly fond of telling embarrassing stories about Daisuke when he was little, which had everyone in stitches. Daisuke, for his part, seemed unbothered by it all, even joining in with some of his own stories about his mischievous younger days.

But it wasn’t just the food or the laughter that made this night feel special—it was the way Daisuke kept glancing at you with that soft, affectionate look in his eyes, the way his hand would subtly brush against yours under the table, or how he’d pull you close during moments when no one was looking, as if to remind you that this was your time together.

After dinner, Daisuke insisted on taking you outside to see the backyard, which, as it turned out, had a stunning view of the town covered in snow. The Christmas lights from nearby houses reflected off the snow, creating a soft, magical glow that made the night feel like something out of a holiday movie.

“Come here,” Daisuke said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you to the porch. “This is one of my favorite parts of Christmas—just looking out over the snow. My family used to come out here every Christmas Eve when I was younger and just… enjoy the peace.”

You stood with him, watching the snow fall gently, the cool air brushing against your skin. His presence beside you, his warmth, was enough to make everything feel even more magical.

“I never imagined I’d get to spend Christmas like this,” you murmured, leaning into him. “It’s been perfect.”

Daisuke smiled down at you, his fingers threading through yours as he pulled you a little closer. “I’ve been looking forward to this for so long, just to share it all with you. Christmas is better when you’re with the people you love, and that’s all I want for us.”

You leaned up to kiss him, the moment soft, gentle, and full of meaning. When you pulled away, Daisuke’s face was alight with happiness, his eyes sparkling.

“Merry Christmas, the most beautiful person I've ever seen,” he said softly.

You chuckled at his compliment as you stared deeply into his eyes in an, oh such affectionate way.

“Merry Christmas, Handsome,” you whispered back.

Later, as the evening drew on, everyone gathered around the tree for the Secret Santa exchange. You’d gotten Daisuke’s mom, and after some playful teasing, she opened the gift you’d picked out—a beautiful hand-knitted scarf, which she immediately wrapped around her neck with a delighted laugh. Then, Daisuke gave you your gift, a small box wrapped with care. When you opened it, you found a delicate silver bracelet with a charm that read together, a reminder of how far you’d come and how much you meant to each other.

You blinked back tears as you hugged him, your heart swelling with gratitude. “I love it, Daisuke. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, his voice full of affection as he kissed your forehead. “This is just the beginning of our holiday together. I want to make this Christmas the best one yet.”

As the evening wound down, the two of you snuck off to a quiet corner of the living room, away from the laughter and chatter, to enjoy each other’s company in peace. With the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights surrounding you, Daisuke wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

“This is all I ever wanted,” he whispered, his voice full of love. “To be with you, here, now.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his family, the love between you, and the gentle snowfall outside, you knew he was right. It didn’t matter where you were, as long as you were together.

“Merry Christmas, Daisuke,” you whispered, kissing him again.

“Merry Christmas,” he replied, smiling softly, his heart as full as yours.

#[★—sodavizz]#mouthwashing #daisuke x reader #daisuke mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing daisuke #daisuke mouthwashing #can you guys tell whos my favortie hehe #i love this cutie stop

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ouiouimochi · 2 months ago

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hi I noticed that u were pipino hehe... since it's her months already, can I req how the characters react to f!reader basically celebrating Christmas literally MONTHS early

thankyou for requesting anon! I'm guessing you meant ber months? funny thing is I've gotten started on writing something for that prompt already but you requesting it also urged me to finish lmao… it's kind of rushed? but I do hope you enjoy it!

Never too early to celebrate the holidays!

context: so here in the Philippines, we actually start preparing for Christmas(heck even celebrating it) in September or the start of the ber months. now imagine how the defense force reacts to you practicing this

pairing/s: various kn8 x reader

genre/s: scenario type, slice of life, romance if you squint well, comedy, crack

wc: 2k

warnings: some characters may be ooc, not exactly canon compliant, grammatical errors, no beta we die like cattle, character studies just went out the window in this crackfic, careful for whiplash sweeties! huge mood changes

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It was an unusually relaxed day in the Defense Force, free from the hectic stress of kaiju threats and the like. The day was spent training as usual, but everyone can tell that the atmosphere wasn't heavy with the burden of protecting Japan. They just knew, despite their doubts, that it wasn't the calm before a storm— the worry that their respite would soon be ruined by the stupid beasts that had been haunting them since time immemorial.

There was a distinct chill in the air, signaling the start of the crisp season of autumn. The officers of the Defense Force were already used to the drop in temperature, however some were not completely immune.

You were currently surrounded by your fellow recruits, talking about the sudden cold.

“It feels quite colder than last year,” Kikoru mentions, a small shiver running down her body. She rubs her hands together to gain warmth.

“Yeah, it wasn't this bad then.” Haruichi agreed while burying his hands deep into his parka jacket.

The group continued walking through the streets of the city, their batch having been approved for a day off after training.

“Reno, how in the damned hell are you unaffected?” reno my ice ice baby girl- Iharu hounded the mint haired male as he picked at the other male’s choice of outdoor clothes, the latter responding with a raise of an eyebrow and a shrug.

“We should get warm drinks,” you piped up as everyone expressed their agreement at your suggestion.

“I know just the place.” Haruichi pulled out his phone to show the group a cafe located not too far away. Before long, everyone arrived at the establishment with the ring of the bell above the door.

“Hot chocolate would be perfect,” Kafka sighed out, everyone else thinking of what warm drink to get as their eyes scoured through the menu.

“I'll probably have my usual coffee.”

“Maybe matcha tea?”

“Hot milk tea for me.”

“Macchiato.”

“There's no eggnog?” imsosorryidkwhatchristmasdrinktoputlmao a hum followed as the whole group stared at you with varying emotions.

You had a finger to your lip in thought while scanning the menu. You had your eyebrows slightly scrunched in concentration, debating what to get. A few gazes lingered on your face for a bit too long.

Noticing the silence, you looked at your friends and tilted your head. Realization creeps on your face and you cover your mouth with one palm, bowing apologetically.

“My bad, I didn't mean for everyone to wait for my order… I'll get the same as Reno then,” you sheepishly said.

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“Hold on, I think I have to go get my package.”

“Again? That's like the 6th one this month, (Y/n).” Kikoru stopped walking before turning to you to raise an eyebrow while resting her hands on her waist.

You shrugged your shoulders, seeing no problem in buying stuff with your own money coughcoughnarumicanneverjkcough.

“What's wrong with it? It's not like I'm broke from buying stuff from Yamazon, no? Unlike…” you trailed off, letting your blonde friend finish for you.

She sighs in response, dropping her arms to her sides as you two resume walking.

“As much as I want to say a comeback, you're right about my moronic teacher… I swear, he always asks me for money.”

“Oh, Kikoru…” you pat her back, laughing lightheartedly, “but I do gotta wonder how he does that when his paycheck is more loaded than mine…”

Your younger friend shook her head, already done with the conversation. She waved you goodbye when you two had to separate ways.

You hummed on your way to the office where one receives any delivered goods from outside the base. You waved and smiled at the nice lady at the desk you managed to get acquainted with from your recent visits.

She pulled up a few boxes from under her desk, creating quite the stack. The lady sweat dropped when her eyes trailed from the piled parcels to you— realizing that it'd be quite troublesome for you to carry alone.

Meeting her gaze and knowing what she was thinking, you shook your head and pulled a thumbs up.

“Don't worry, I can handle this. I just have to sign here as usual right?”

She only nodded, still a little worried as you started stacking each box carefully in your arms. Her concern only raised when your head was barely peeking out from the topmost package.

“Thank you again!” and you somehow safely maneuvered yourself out the doorway without hitting anything.

You were doing pretty well despite having most of your eyesight blocked, having to rely on your other senses. You gotta be thankful that all that training paid off, but perhaps you may have overestimated your capabilities.

Although, you could've sworn nobody was in the vicinity as you felt no other presence— heard no other footsteps, rustling of clothes, or even breathing—, you still failed to react fast enough when you collided with someone at the next turn.

Your eyes widened in surprise while some of your packages flew upwards. Everything was in slow motion but you felt a faint warmth wrap around your back and waist to catch you from falling.

You focused more on the packages that were about to fall— afraid that some of the items would break— and caught them… except for one that soared a bit too far from your reach.

Thankfully, the person who you collided with managed to grab ahold of the last box. You closed your eyes and sighed in relief.

A deep playful chuckle reverberated in the air. Your eyes opened to be met with the cheeky grin of Vice Captain Hoshina. implayingfavoritesperhaps

You blinked at him before standing up straight and off his arm.

“Vice Captain Hoshina, sir! I apologize for the disrespect, but I am unable to currently salute you, sir…”

The man only laughs and waves it off with a friendly smile, a hint of one of his canines poking out.

“At ease,” he scanned you from head to toe, “quite a hazard to walk around with ‘ya vision blocked, no?” still in his hand was the package he caught for you.

“I was holding up quite well due to your training…” you stared up at him before narrowing your eyes jokingly, “But your movements had no sound at all, not even a rustle of your clothes.”

He hummed before taking half the pile of boxes in your arms.

“Where to?”

You tilted your head curiously at his gesture. Alhough it was not unusual for the vice captain to be kind, he usually didn’t show it in such a straightforward way. Nonetheless, you appreciated how he still left some for you to carry on your own.

You smiled and answered him, both of you falling in step towards your destination.

“So what're these for? Noticed you've had deliveries the past month as well.” The purple haired man queried.

You had a slight skip in your step, quite excited to open up the packages that you received. In response to his inquiry, you smiled up at him with a glint in your eyes, “Just some early gift buying for the holidays, sir.” before turning your head away to hum a tune in your head.

‘Christmas shopping in September?’

Hoshina’s eyes remain trained on your form, processing what you just said, before he shook his head and just let you be. Everyone else had learned to not to question you much no matter how… eccentric you were at times. Your eccentricity was one of your charms anyways.

“Careful with what you buy, don't want ‘ya ending up like a certain captain of the First Division…” He advised, finding the opportunity to poke fun at said person despite their current absence.

You rolled your eyes, finding it funny that this is the nth time today Captain Narumi was slandered. “I'm more responsible with my money than you all think, sir.”

Far away in the Ariake Maritime Base of the JAKDF, a certain two-toned haired male let out a sneeze while he was busy playing on his gaming console.

Hasegawa shook his head, “that's what gaming all night gets you,” the older man chided his captain as the said person only covered his ears, unwilling to listen to another lecture.

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Another yoju drops dead on the concrete ground, everyone’s comms crackling to life.

“Immeasurable amount of yoju bounding to Zone Beta, honju’s whereabouts are unknown,” the familiar voice of Operations Manager Okonogi made itself through the earpiece.

“There's just no end to this!” an officer grumbled as everyone else started bounding to the designated zone.

“Kaiju horde spotted, permission to engage?” You announced into your device while readying your gun, being the first in position. The horde had an average of only 3.6 fortitude level— however, their numbers were what made them problematic. The operations room gave you the signal, indicating that it was something you could handle with your capabilities despite only being a recruit.

You wasted not another moment, immediately pulling the trigger of your pre-aimed gun. A yoju drops as its fellow species trampled over its fallen corpse.

The ground was rumbling with the beasts’ stampede through the open road. Yet again, another shot, another corpse. They were still far from your position, so you continued to efficiently gun down kaiju after kaiju.

You get into a steady beat, unconsciously following a certain rhythm from the back of your mind. You remain locked in, completely washing out most of your surroundings— well of course you are still aware of what's going on around you, just more hyperaware than ever.

“First Division backup has arrived at Zone Beta”

You continued firing away, by now the horde was noticeably dwindling away already. A pair of red glaring lenses watched on, having the pleasure of watching your work first hand as the owner was fastest to arrive.

Captain Narumi only wanted to quickly clear the largest wave of kaiju emergence of the year by far— cursing already how his division had to do a joint operation with the Third. Color him impressed as he just observed how you could clear the horde pretty much on your own. He was mesmerized by the timing and pattern of which you fired your gun—

He narrows his eyes when he realizes something, noticing that it was like you were casually playing a rhythm game with the monsters. Well, that wasn't exactly what made him pause…

‘She isn't shooting them down in the beat of a Christmas song, is she?'

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“Do any of you think that maybe—just maybee—(Y/n) is actually insane?” Iharu randomly blurted out as the usual group of recruits gathered around. You weren't present at the moment since you were called to the captain's office for something.

“You’re the madman here for being brave enough to even question it.” Kikoru stated matter-of-factly.

“We're literally surrounded by unique people, why are you only pointing fingers at her?” Reno raised an eyebrow, ready to defend you anytime.

“I mean… it's only September… and she's already making holiday preparations!” The pink-haired male tried to explain.

“...He does make quite the point.” Kafka nodded along.

“Eh, how are you all sure she's been doing so?” Reno challenged.

The eldest of the group mentioned what he noticed, “Hasn’t (Y/n) been craving and looking for Christmas season food—”

“You've no right to judge a woman's sudden urge to eat something.” Hakua interjected, the tall female always so passionate when it comes to cuisine.

“Come to think of it… Her part of the room’s been unusually cramped with some packages...” Akari’s mellow voice echoed out.

“It's not really our business to pry into how she uses her paychecks though…”

and so the group bickered back and forth— one half providing ‘evidence’ of your weird behavior, the second half making up possible reasons behind them.

“She’s been humming ‘All I want for Christmas is You‘ by Mariah Carey the past 2 weeks for fuck's sake!”

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notes: CRYING SCREAMING HOW DO I WRITE HOSHINA TALKING I FORGOT HOW TO WRITE HIM HHHHHHH (too lazy to edit his parts, this has been in the drafts since the start of september… kinda wanna get it over and done with-)

this was hella rushed, isn't it obvious I made different parts at different days? its a mess just like me :P

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