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The crisp notes of the holiday jazz music danced throughout the room, accompanied by the cackles of the roaring fire from the mantle. Coupled with the assortment of Christmas embellishments arranged around the mansion, the ambience was set and fitting for the festivities of the day. After hours upon hours of searching for the perfect Christmas tree, they were able to finally select one that suited the couple’s desire in longing for one that radiated warmth and coziness, while simultaneously indulging in a taste of sophistication. Husband and wife were spending the day decorating.
Shiny garland, rows of lights, and ornaments of only the highest of caliber were spread out around in totes and were at MC’s full disposal. Napoleon’s lips faintly curled upward while MC pranced around the room, eyes wide and sparkling in admiration at all the crafted options she had to choose from. Over years prior, Napoleon had grown accustomed to his own Christmas tradition that he longed for, which entailed the vision of MC decorating their tree. From the way she would fret over the minute details such as which ornament should be hung on each branch, to the way she would bat her eyelashes and sheepishly smile when it came time to place the star on top of the tree.
Even on the tips of her toes, MC couldn’t reach the top on her own. Adopted as their ritual once everything was allocated on the tree, Napoleon would give her a boost and hoist her up so that she was able to place the finishing touches on their masterpiece. There were several new customs that the Bonaparte family adapted to once Comte wedded them; most of which Napoleon never envisioned himself partaking in, but the star was one that he held dear and cherished the most.
Except for this year since they had to adjust because-
“What do you think you’re doing?” Napoleon distressed, closing the distance between him and MC as he strode across the room. MC, whose swollen belly was now visible since she had entered her second trimester, was about to set foot onto a stepstool. “I told you I would take care of the branches you couldn’t reach. Please steer caution of any unnecessary risks, for the sake of yourself and our child.”
“I-I’m sorry,” MC whimpered, her lip trembling while her shoulders hunched. “Christmas time is one of my favorite times of year, and I only wanted to partake in our family tradition. I didn’t even imagine what may have happened to the baby if something happened. I’m sorry, Napoleon.”
Napoleon sighed, his heart twitching at the sight of the dejected look cast onto her face. His intent was to not harm MC’s feelings; rather the father-to-be’s instincts to protect
Desperate to fix her dampened mood, Napoleon walked over to his desk and opened the drawer that contained one of MC’s hidden away Christmas presents.
“Here, open this,” Napoleon instructed, passing the gift over to MC while willing she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of the crimson creeping into his cheeks.
Stifled were the drops of tears glistening her eyelashes as the sound of wrapping paper being torn echoed throughout the room. The familiar warmth of MC’s embrace wrapped his body into a hug. A teardrop trickled onto his neck and Napoleon swiftly moved to brush away the wetness pooling away in her eyes, before glancing down at the gift she had unwrapped clutched tightly between her fingers. Napoleon had sought the assistance of Vincent to craft a hand painted ornament of a baby’s footprint.
“Napoleon, I’ve never received this thoughtful of a present before,” she revealed, blinking at the realization that next Christmas there would be another member of the family joining them. Her hand was drawn to the swell of her abdomen, and Napoleon’s soon joined his on the top of hers. “Next year, the three of us will be celebrating Christmas together as a family.”
The very thought caused a warmth to flood his heart. Although Napoleon was secretly overjoyed at their prospective future outlook, he also selfishly wanted to savor the last holiday they would be spending alone as a couple for a while.
“Come on, that ornament isn’t going to hang itself on the tree,” Napoleon urged, offering his assistance to MC.
He gently grabbed on to her outstretched hands and led her back over to the tree. MC surveyed the tree and then grinned at finding the perfect branch, leaving the tribute ornament front and center.
MC leaned her head onto Napoleon’s shoulder as her gaze roamed to the top of the tree. She momentarily lost herself in a sweet reminisce of how many times Napoleon and her would place the tree topper together. How such a simple action always filled her heart with such happiness was something MC would forever cherish as one of her favorite memories. Relieving those past moments gave her a sudden idea and MC perked up her head.
“Napoleon?” she prompted, capturing his gaze as looked over to address her. “Maybe in a few years, I’ll be able to join you in helping someone else put the star on the top of our tree.”
MC glanced down and rubbed her stomach affectionately. Napoleon marveled at the precious sentiment of the woman he took as his wife standing beside him in pride while their future child carried on the ritual they’ve grown accustomed to. Now that was another tradition that he could find himself looking forward to.
Though his wife standing by his side was naïve to his thoughts, Napoleon silently vowed to spend the rest of his eternity demonstrating his gratitude to the woman who was bearing the most valuable gift that the vampire could have ever prayed to be granted.
Prompt: A and B have a snowball fight and A and B share a bed to conserve body heat.
Winter was here. The snowy hill was shining when the sun hit it. People were sledding down the hill, laughing and having fun.
“Oh man! That guy went so high up in the air from the snow ramp!” MC exclaimed to Seth.
“Some people are even having snowball fights”, Seth said and pointed at the bottom of the hill.
They were standing out of the way where people were sledding past them. Luka was also standing next to them, looking fascinated when he saw people sliding past on sleds.
Suddenly someone who was laughing moved past them down the hill, sliding on a sled. MC shrieked when they were hit with multiple snowballs. Breathing hard, MC stared at the person who had made this little stunt.
Fenrir was smiling and laughing, almost falling off the sled while he was sledding away because he wasn’t watching where he was going.
“You wanna mess with me?” MC spoke to themself. They grabbed their own sled and slid after Fenrir without hesitation, leaving Luka and Seth to stand there with shocked and slightly worried expressions.
Fenrir was trying to stay in his sled and not fall off. He lifted his gaze and his eyes flew wide open when he saw MC sledding after him.
MC could hear their sled scraping against the hill as it took on a steep angle of the hill and went faster and faster. They could feel tiny pieces of snow hit their face. It felt exhilarating.
They were already leaning forward, so they kept balancing themself while they were looking at Fenrir as if they wanted nothing else than to push their boyfriend off his sled and laugh at him.
Fenrir was looking back at his s/o, grinning. He still couldn’t see where he was going. MC was amused when he saw Fenrir wobble on his knees, clearly having bad balance.
This was the highest hill in the country of Cradle. MC could feel it. They could finally see the bottom of the hill spreading out a couple hundred meters down. They had managed to hold on to their sled and not fall off. Somehow Fenrir had managed to do the same, even though he had not been holding on to his sled and wasn’t looking at where he was going.
MC spotted some sort of white shape that was in a position further down the hill. They were going towards it fast. Then they realized what it was. A small but steep snow ramp.
MC steered their sled with their hand just in time. They were going safely past the snow ramp and stared at Fenrir with astonishment for his poor situation. Fenrir looked confused and looked behind him. The realization hit him just seconds before it happened.
Whoosh!! Fenrir went up in the sky at a steep angle, very high but not so high that MC couldn’t see the pale and breathless look on his face. The seconds counted slowly while he was in the air. MC could hear him shout in fear.
MC prayed that Fenrir would land in one of the piles of snow on the side of the hill and not on the hard sledding ground. The time started going faster and Fenrir started to fall.. He was plummeting through the skies and then suddenly vanished in a thick pile of snow, sinking so deep that MC could see only his legs sticking up from the hole in the snow.
Focusing on the pair of legs that were pointing towards the sky, at first MC could not see any movement. After a while they could sigh from relief as they saw Fenrir show signs of being alive.
That meant that Fenrir was fine! MC smirked, feeling relieved and ready to go back into competition. They steered her mode of transport so that it would stop in the middle of the field on the bottom of the hill, in a suitable distance from Fenrir. They were ready to make a move.
Fenrir’s head was spinning. Was he on the ground, having landed after being shot off a snow ramp into the skies? He moved his hands in front of him and around him, touching the snowy walls that were surrounding him. He moved his eyes around and noticed that the world looked once more normal and safe and not like white snow-covered ground rushing towards him like seconds before.
His eyes were still wide with surprise and he looked a bit dumbfounded. He laughed a little at himself, more shyly and confusedly than usual. He was surrounded by walls of snow, but when he looked up, he could see a man-sized hole with his legs sticking up from it just above him.
“I landed in a really funny pose, didn’t I?” Fenrir chuckled to himself and pulled his legs down in the hole with him.
He moved around in the hole and started to climb out. His lips pulled up into a small grin and he hoped that he wasn’t too shaken to be sharp and ready for action when he and MC would continue to battle.
The Ace of Spades felt still a bit light-headed and wanted to get out of the hole. He didn’t even think about snowballs, just wanting to stand up and see the world again. Fenrir lifted his head and shoulders out of the hole, looking around-
SPLAT!! A fat snowball hit him right in the face. Fenrir staggered back. He had snow in his eyes and even in his mouth! What in the world?!
Fenrir gave a shocked and dumbfounded stare at the person who had assaulted him. MC was standing at the bottom of the hill, looking at his reaction. They covered their mouth with their hand and snorted, but they couldn’t hold their laughter in and started laughing loudly.
“You're really hopeless when you lose your focus, aren’t you?” MC mocked him. They were laughing uncontrollably and struggled to speak. “You have lumps of snow sliding down your face! I can’t even look at you without laughing!”
“I was gonna come find you! I was gonna give you a surprise attack!” Fenrir lied, but MC only laughed harder and gave him a look that told him how ridiculous he sounded.
“I’m gonna be the one who tells Ray how this snowball fight went once we’re home! I wanna see his face when I tell him that you TOOK A SNOWBALL TO THE FACE only minutes after challenging me! Oh man, this is priceless!”
Fenrir could only imagine how his face looked right now. He felt wet pieces of snow drop down from his cheeks and forehead and leave streaks of water on his face. His usually grinning face was still partly covered in snow and it must have been red from the coldness. And he was still looking ridiculously shocked.
When Fenrir looked at MC who was laughing at his truly pitiful appearance, he felt just a bit offended. His own offended attitude was so amusing that Fenrir almost laughed out loud, feeling ready to continue.
Fenrir also remembered the startled and slightly disturbed look that MC had given him when he had targeted her with snowballs earlier. He felt like the current moment that had MC laughing at him felt right.
“I also came to check if you are okay”, MC said while Fenrir was climbing out of the hole.
Fenrir started walking towards her, smiling ominously.
“You look good”, MC said quickly and ran away, avoiding getting hit when Fenrir would start throwing snowballs.
Fenrir chuckled and crouched down, scooping up some snow to make a few snowballs. He wiped his face and followed after MC.
Fenrir cradled the snowballs in his arms. He was fumbling a little and dropped one snowball when he was trying to not slip on the snow, but he was gaining speed while running and enjoying the fight already. He was having a snowball fight with MC! This was so fun!
Soon he reached a place where he was close enough to target MC. MC was crouching in the snow with their back turned to him and Fenrir thought for a moment - should he really throw a snowball at them? Then he saw that MC was making a pile of snowball ammo and he didn’t hesitate anymore.
“Agh!” MC shouted when the snowballs hit them in their shoulder and pants. Fenrir had run a bit closer to the hill so that he could hit MC from the side. MC turned their face away and shielded it with their arm.
Fenrir ran out of ammo and crouched down to make more snowballs. He had seen MC make a rattled expression. Currently he had no snowballs and he saw MC put their arm down and look at him with a fierce glint in their eyes.
“Oh shoot!” Fenrir yelped and quickly stood up when he saw that MC was scooping all of their new snowballs in their arms. Fenrir quickly threw the two snowballs that he had managed to make at MC and turned away to escape.
MC targeted Fenrir in the head, but missed slightly. Fenrir was scrambling up the hill, putting all of his power in his legs. He could hear snowballs hitting the ground like gunfire behind him, not giving him a chance to turn back.
“Running uphill? Not FAIR!”
With an annoyed shout MC chucked her last snowball at Fenrir. It had more power behind it than the others and it hit Fenrir in the head with a real good splatting sound.
Fenrir turned around to look at MC.
“Hey!” he complained.
“Take that!” MC shouted victoriously. They were panting from all the moving and had no snowballs left. They stopped in the middle of the hill to rest. After a moment they looked up the hill and saw Fenrir getting ready.
“Oh shoot”, MC said and started running, NOT straight down, but sideways down the hill.
Fenrir gathered freshly made snowballs in his arms and ran after them. He started to throw snowballs at them from far away.
“Ack!” MC exclaimed, feeling a snowball hit them in the shoulder.
Fenrir had a huge grin on his face.
MC changed their direction and began to go straight down the hill. They had to jog carefully so they would not fall over on the steep hill.
Fenrir held his snowballs snug against his chest and followed after MC. He was not jogging, but RUNNING dangerously fast down the hill. He was sloppy and almost lost his balance.
MC glanced behind their shoulder. When she saw Fenrir struggle for a moment, they smirked and suddenly stopped jogging, taking a few steps to stay balanced as they came to a stop. They were standing still and looking at Fenrir who was still running.
Fenrir had concentrated on keeping his balance so that he would not fall over, so he had not been looking at MC. When he looked at them again, he shouted from surprise when he saw that they weren’t running anymore.
“Huh?!”
Fenrir was running too fast. He couldn’t stop. MC had already made a couple new snowballs, but they stopped to watch and laugh as Fenrir sprinted past them with a look of disbelief on his face, running all the way to the bottom of the hill. Once Fenrir had arrived there, he could finally turn around and start running back up.
MC got on their feet. They saw that Fenrir was already close enough to throw snowballs at them. They hoped that they would have made more snowballs instead of laughing at him.
Fenrir was panting. He had run so much that he had trouble walking straight. Just before he could throw a snowball, he slipped and fell on his hands and knees.
MC took the opportunity, springing forward as they swung their arm. They had their ammo ready in their hand and their target right in front of them.
Fenrir looked up and saw MC in the middle of attacking him, holding a snowball and staring at him with a dangerous glint in their eye. The Ace of Spades felt a chill go up their spine. There was not enough time, but he managed to grab a snowball even though it shouldn’t have been possible in that time limit.
MC felt their snowball crumble in their hand, destroyed as Fenrir threw one of his ammo at it. They opened their mouth, a shocked expression on their face.
Suddenly snowballs were marking their body with white spots like bullet marks from head to toe. It sounded like massive raindrops falling from the sky, filling their ears with the splatting sounds. They could feel white spots covering their face, blossoming on their shoulders and chest and painting their hips and legs. They couldn’t see anything. Blinded and overwhelmed, they fell backwards.
Fenrir saw MC tilting backwards and stopped firing his ammo to watch with wide eyes. The time seemed to slow down as MC fell with snow covering their body, hitting the snowy ground with a “thud”.
Fenrir stood up from where he was hunched over, looking at MC who was lying on the ground with their arms spread wide. He quickly went closer, worried now that he realized how serious he had been when he had thrown those snowballs.
“MC! Damn, I shouldn’t have overdone it!” Fenrir exclaimed.
“Fenrir?” MC asked, looking a bit dazed as they lifted their hand slowly and brushed the snow out of their eyes. “That was some really fast snowballs. Woah.”
“Earth to MC, are you here yet?” Fenrir asked, kneeling beside his S/O and supporting their head. He chuckled breathlessly, his voice trembling a little. “You seem to be a bit out of it.”
Fenrir could feel his wet and cold clothes against his body. He could only imagine how wet and cold MC’s clothes were right now.
“That was a good throw”, MC said and chuckled. “Or throws.”
“Yeah”, Fenrir said, staying quiet a few seconds before smiling a little and saying: “Are we done with the battle?”
“Oh yeah”, MC grunted and laughed softly.
Fenrir felt like he had to say something. Something that he had just experienced and had to put into words.
“When I blasted you with snowballs”, he said. “I saw you ready to throw your own at me. I felt you breathing coldly down my neck. It spooked me. I felt the same way I feel with Ray when we spar. I’m glad I got to experience that feeling with you.”
MC looked at him.
“Yeah, me too”, they said.
Fenrir felt a surge of excitement and happiness inside of him. He smiled at MC and then he gave them a slightly worried look.
“Are you not going to get up?”
“Nah”, MC said. “I’m feeling kind of tired.”
Fenrir looked at them and thought about what he should do. Then he heard someone shout.
“Fenrir?! How could you do this?!”
Fenrir turned to look. Seth was running towards them. Luka was following him. Seth pursed his lips in annoyance and stormed right towards Fenrir.
“Don’t you know that people get sick if they exercise too hard in the snow? What would you do if that happened to our MC? You idiot!” Seth lashed at Fenrir.
Fenrir looked regretful and meek as Seth scolded him.
“Are you okay?” Luka asked, his eyes wide as he looked at MC who was laying in Fenrir’s arms.
“Never better”, MC said with a roguish smile.
“Please let me pull you home in a sled”, Fenrir said to MC, sweating after Seth’s scolding.
MC agreed and Fenrir lowered them back on the ground, running to fetch the sled. He came back with his sled and MC rolled over onto the sled. Fenrir started to pull, getting the sled moving towards the Black headquarters.
–
MC took a quick warm shower in their room. Still damp from the shower and wearing only a towel, they left to walk to Fenrir’s room. Moving their feet tiredly, they changed their mind at the last minute when they remembered that they had to tell Ray and everybody else about the battle.
Shuffling to the lounge, MC stopped at the doorway and called for the two officers he saw sitting on the sofa.
“Hi, Ray! Hi, Sirius!”
“Hey, MC!” Sirius said, looking at them.
Sirius was leaning forward while sitting. Meanwhile Ray was sitting with his legs crossed.
“I hit Fenrir in the face with a snowball today”, MC bragged.
“In the side of the face?” Ray asked, raising his eyebrows. “That’s impressive.”
“No”, MC chuckled. “In the center.”
Ray’s eyes widened comically. He seemed genuinely shocked.
“For real? I haven’t been able to do that when we fight with our fists, not once”, he said.
“Let’s hear how that happened”, Sirius said, his eyes focused curiously on MC.
“He popped out from behind a cover. Not even trying to hide, he was just trying to look around”, MC said, chuckling when he remembered how messed up Fenrir had looked.
“He was not ready, guys. He hadn’t made any snowballs and he was standing up for the first time after he had accidentally steered his sled to leap off a snow ramp. You should have seen him-”
MC grinned widely, laughing at the same time while continuing to describe the events.
“- he stood up to appreciate the surroundings and he looked completely dumbfounded when he got smacked in the face with a snowball!”
Ray’s composure crumbled and he started laughing. Sirius’ facade cracked and his shoulders trembled as he tried to control his laughter.
“You really won against that unfairly skilled gun maniac”, Ray said, grinning. “What happened then? Did you attack him more while he was still surprised and then defeated him?”
“It sounds like you won the battle and that’s why it’s you who wants to tell us how it went”, Sirius said, smiling. He crossed his legs and leaned back.
“No, it’s actually the opposite”, MC said, shrugging. “Fenrir won the battle. There’s no doubt about that.”
Ray and Sirius stopped and looked at MC, surprised. They seemed to notice that MC had come to chat with them without dressing themself properly and wearing only a towel, as if they were tired after a long battle. The two men urged MC to tell the rest of the events.
“What do you mean, that there’s no doubt that Fenrir won?” Sirius wanted to know.
“And if you didn’t win, why is Fenrir not here, telling about how he succeeded in winning the battle?” Ray asked.
“After a while Fenrir finished me with a bunch of snowballs at once”, MC said. “It was like rapid gunfire. I fell backwards before I could hit him back. The fight ended in a defeat for me.”
“Damn”, Sirius said. “No wonder you took a shower after that. You must have been tired. Are you okay?”
Sirius looked a bit disturbed when he heard that Fenrir had released his rapid target hitting abilities at MC.
“So that’s why he isn’t telling us about his victory”, Ray said. “He’s feeling like he went overboard.”
“It was an experience”, MC said, their eyes wide as they thought about what had happened. “A real, important experience. It was a good fight. And Fenrir pulled me home in a sled after we finished. That gentleman.”
MC smiled.
“Fenrir works quickly like a flash when he releases his target hitting abilities. I have seen that glint in his eyes when we fight with our fists. It makes a chill go down my spine, but it also makes me see that I’m a worthy opponent for him”, Ray told MC, his eyes insistent on sharing what it felt to have that connection to Fenrir.
“It sounds like you are quite a fierce opponent, MC”, Sirius said, smiling at MC. “Making Fenrir release his real abilities like that…”
“Yeah”, MC said wistfully. “I guess I am.”
“Talking about me behind my back?” Fenrir said, suddenly appearing there next to MC.
“Hey, partner”, Ray said, frowning. “What were you doing, surprising MC like that while you were having a snowball battle? You shocked them.”
“I was gonna apologize to you again”, Fenrir said genuinely, looking straight at MC. “Come on, MC. Let’s go to my room. You aren’t even wearing proper clothes”, he tried to convince them, whining a little.
“You don’t have to apologize twice”, MC told Fenrir with a smile. “You gave me a proper fight like a good boyfriend should do. Thank you.”
Fenrir looked at them and gave them a thankful smile.
“Okay”, he said. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Sure”, MC said and left Ray and Sirius to sit in the lounge. They walked to Fenrir’s room and took a hold of each others’ hands while they were walking.
They entered Fenrir’s room and MC immediately walked to Fenrir’s bed, taking off the towel and slipping under the blankets naked. Fenrir took off his shirt and pants and joined them.
“Why didn’t Ray and Sirius come to the hill with us today? Did they refuse? Those two workaholics…” MC wondered out loud.
“They had to stay and keep an eye out in case there was an emergency. It’s too bad, but because they were here, we were able to go away and have some fun”, Fenrir said.
“That makes sense. So, while they were here and being responsible, we went out there and behaved like children”, MC stated with a grin.
Fenrir caught on and mirrored their smile.
“Yeah, we went completely wild”, he admitted.
“Absolutely bonkers”, MC stated.
“We were crazyyyy”, Fenrir drawled.
“In need of discipline”, MC said.
“Problem children”, Fenrir stated.
They both exploded into laughter, giggling and laughing.
“Are you still cold?” Fenrir asked.
“A bit”, MC said and opened their arms while blinking like a lazy cat. “Why don’t you warm me up with a hug?”
Fenrir’s face brightened up and enveloped MC in a hug, holding them while he was on top of them. MC smiled in satisfaction and let out a relaxed breath while hugging Fenrir.
“Hey Fenrir”, they said. “You are going to fight me with your best ability when we have more snowball wars in the future, right?”
There was a second of silence.
“Yeah, I am”, Fenrir said serenely while resting his head on MC’s shoulder.
“Good”, MC said.
“Even if I have to be careful when I fight you seriously”, Fenrir hummed and hugged MC tighter. He looked relaxed.
They would have more snowball fights in the future, but right now they would relax in each others’ arms.
Rating/Warnings: SFW, there’s slight arguing going on, revelation of secrets
Word Count: 2526
Written by: @maria-chwan
Prompt: “You are being awfully sarcastic for someone dangling upside down in a mess of tinsel.”
“Enough of being nervous! I’m going!” MC said in front of the mirror. They frowned determinedly and stepped out of their bedroom and out to the hallway in the Red Army headquarters.
MC had been trying to slip into their new role as a permanent resident on the Red Army grounds. They had started dating Lancelot just recently. When MC had requested a job as a “flexible jack-of-all-trades” for the headquarters staff, Lancelot had arranged it with the head of the staff.
MC had the freedom to talk with the head of the staff each morning about what sections needed help. After that MC could choose which one of those sections they would like to help that day. During the past couple of weeks they had been helping kitchen staff, garden staff, cleaning staff, stables staff - you name it. However, the freedom to change where they worked each day meant that more than once the high officers were surprised to see MC working around them when they didn’t expect to.
MC had been trimming trees in the deep part of the garden that was on the Red Army grounds, when Zero had suddenly appeared, strolling the pleasant path under the trees. The Ace of Hearts had quickly frozen up when he had seen MC. The moment had ended with Zero hastily backing away and leaving the garden, but not before giving MC a nervous and slightly apologetic look.
Another time MC had brought Jonah his horse from the stables. Jonah had looked beyond surprised to see them take care of his horse when other members of staff that Jonah was much more used to usually did that. The Queen of Hearts had defended his opinion by muttering quietly that other staff members had to have more experience than MC. MC had given him a look of disappointment and well-deserved sass with a hint of nervousness, to which Jonah had answered with flipping his hair and grumbling the whole time it took for him to lift himself up in the saddle.
Another day MC had been cleaning the floor in the hallway in front of Kyle’s infirmary and Kyle had stepped out. The doctor had spent the whole evening in his room after his duties had ended and there was no doubt that he was drunk on alcohol now. The moment he had seen MC his eyes had widened.
“MC?” Kyle had said, taking a step back and looking surprised. “I thought that Anita would be cleaning around here.”
“Oh. Well, you know…” MC had said, feeling just a bit amused about the way Kyle exited his infirmary looking like a hermit. “Remember that I’m the jack-of-all-trades member of staff?”
Kyle had stared at MC and opened his mouth to say something. Before he could do that though, he had looked behind MC and seen Lancelot approaching them. Kyle had immediately gone stiff.
“Hi, MC”, Lancelot had said. “I came to see if you were free from work yet.”
“Hi. No, not yet. I still have to clean this hallway up”, MC had said, turning to look at Lancelot warmly.
Lancelot had stopped to stand next to MC, nodding his head at his s/o before turning his attention on Kyle. He had looked at Kyle quietly, while Kyle had grimaced and stepped back, as if he didn’t want to be in this situation. He had frowned, looking more upset than usual probably because he was a little drunk.
MC had looked at Kyle, trying to understand what was going on. Kyle had glanced at her and quickly looked away, but before that MC had noticed the sharp glare in his eyes. Kyle had quickly gone away without saying anything and left MC and Lancelot alone in the hallway, but MC had seen enough to be sure that for a moment Kyle had been angry at them for being there.
Later Zero had reached out to MC to apologize about his behavior in the garden. MC had met with him on the balcony to have some tea that Zero had prepared for them. In the soft light of the setting sun against the pink sky MC had accepted Zero’s apology. Now MC was asking Zero if he knew why he and the other high officers had been acting this way towards them.
“For me it was a stressful day”, Zero had said, drinking his tea with an embarrassed blush on his face. “I had been feeling stiff and ready to snap for hours and I wanted to try to relax on a stroll through the deep part of the garden, like I always do when I have days like that. I’m used to the two members of the staff that usually work there and when I saw you… I was apparently not ready for you to be there. Sorry, I should have reacted better.”
“That’s okay”, MC had said. They had already nagged and scolded Zero for a short while earlier to get the frustration out of their system. They had shown the nervous Ace a mischievous grin immediately afterwards and soothed them to get them to relax. “What about Jonah?”
“Jonah is probably just like that”, Zero said, looking not happy about that before his face softened and he had smiled a bit awkwardly to comfort MC. “I don’t know what Jonah is thinking, but he might not be used to you helping him yet. And he might feel a bit intimidated about the fact that you are our King’s significant other. I catch myself feeling like that sometimes.”
“Huh? Really?” MC asked, urging Zero to back up his statement.
“Yes”, Zero insisted, placing his teacup on the table while keeping his eyes on MC. “King Lancelot chose you to be his partner. We know that and we have also seen what you are capable of. We, his high officers, will always respect and feel a bit intimidated by you.”
“You don’t say…” MC said, looking like they believed Zero now. They had to feel that information set in for a second before they blinked and their eyes turned sly.
“Jonah might also be jealous.”
“That might be true”, Zero said, smiling slightly.
“And Kyle might be…”, MC had said, trailing off when they remembered how uncomfortable Kyle had gotten when Lancelot had appeared. Kyle had also been drunk. Maybe the doctor had felt disappointed in himself when Lancelot had just stood there. He might have felt like Lancelot was judging him.
Zero went to say something but MC quickly coughed, wanting to give Kyle some privacy and not talk behind his back. Zero seemed to understand and took a sip of his tea instead.
“Do you really have nothing bad to say about Edgar?” Zero had asked, looking confused.
“No, not really”, MC had said. “He hasn’t reacted to my presence in a weird way.”
Zero had scoffed softly, looking annoyed that Edgar was the only one getting good marks.
After that the winter season had quickly turned into the Christmas season.
Wherever MC went around the headquarters, they saw Lancelot and his fellow high officers decorating the premises with Christmas accessories. Hearing the shouts and sounds of hurrying coming from the dining room, staircase and the lobby, MC walked past them, trying to find a place where they could be alone. They were just a bit hesitant to be around their colleagues and so they decided to face them later.
MC entered the chandelier room. In front of the library there was an intersection of hallways that had a large and heavy chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Nobody had decorated it and there were no people around. Noticing that there were leftover decorations inside some boxes in the library, MC rolled up their sleeves and got to work.
Only minutes later they were standing on a tall ladder and wrapping a long red tinsel around the chandelier. That was a good start. After that they were planning on hanging up some stars and crystals next to the tinsel. Covering the chandelier with tinsel might have been easier with two people, but MC was not the jack-of-all-trades for nothing. They could do this alone. They reached forward to decorate the other side of the chandelier-
Suddenly they were hanging upside down in the air, only because the tinsel had caught them when they had fallen and also because the chandelier was sturdy and strongly attached to the ceiling. Otherwise they would have plummeted straight down from three meters and broken their legs or at least a few ribs for sure.
MC blinked and suddenly felt the tinsel move. The weight of their body was pulling the tinsel and somehow the tinsel was lowering slowly towards the floor and not dropping their body straight down from a dangerous height as they had feared.
The whole situation was kind of silly, because MC had been quiet the whole time they had found themselves in danger. They had not even breathed sharply.
After a few seconds MC was still hanging upside down in the air, wrapped in tinsel, but their body had descended a couple of meters. Their head was hanging about one and a half meters above the ground. When they looked around at the walls and furniture, everything was upside down.
That was the moment Lancelot suddenly entered the room with Jonah on his side and the other officers behind him.
“MC-”
Lancelot said their name quickly, looking pale and lost for words when he saw the situation MC had ended up in.
“Hi”, MC greeted him weakly.
Lancelot looked up.
“Did you… fall from three meters?” he said, sounding like he was imagining the scenario and he could not believe that MC had almost seriously injured themself.
“Looks like it”, MC said.
“What on Earth were you doing?!” Jonah lashed out sharply. He had big droplets of worry forming on his forehead.
Zero, Kyle and Edgar emerged from behind the King and Queen, each of them taking a look at the situation. All of their eyes widened and they spread out in the room next to Lancelot and Jonah, ready to help.
“What am I doing?” MC muttered, feeling wrongfully shouted at and so they pointed a finger back at Jonah. They noticed an opportunity to rant and took it. Even if they felt embarrassed about it, the chance was too good. “What were you doing when you criticized me a while ago, Jonah?”
“What?” Jonah asked, but his eyes widened when he realized what MC was talking about.
“The time I brought your horse to you!” MC talked more loudly, gathering more strength behind their words and not caring if they were being dramatic. “You weren’t happy with what I could do for you then! Are you saying that I’m bad at putting up decorations too? Huh?”
Jonah could see that there was no doubt about it. MC was calling him out. The Queen of Hearts went stiff and flushed red. He glanced at Lancelot nervously, not knowing what to say.
“And while I’m going at it”, MC said, feeling worked up, so they pointed a finger at the man who they were dating. “Lancelot!”
“Y-yes?” Lancelot answered.
Jonah, who was standing next to him, jumped from shock, not expecting MC to shout at Lancelot either.
“You should buy Kyle MORE ALCOHOL!” MC said loudly. “So that you can get blasted out drunk together! Kyle can’t otherwise take your disapproval of his drinking habits!”
Kyle’s mouth dropped open and he stared at MC, looking like he couldn’t believe that his secret was out in the open. He reached his hand out, fingers trembling, but he was already too shocked to form words.
Lancelot looked like he was also struggling to form words.
“Zero!” MC yelled.
“Yes??” Zero answered, his eyes going wide.
“... Actually, nothing”, MC said, now regretting that they had called Zero’s name. The Ace had already explained enough.
The silence that followed was hilarious. Every officer was looking shaken.
“Did Zero do something to make you that bothered?” Lancelot asked MC hesitantly, turning his head to look at Zero as if to ask - really? That Zero?
“No, not really! Don’t worry about it! He made really good tea afterwards and we are good now!” MC hurried to explain.
Zero sighed from relief.
“What was it that you said about Jonah not appreciating your work?” Lancelot asked.
MC and Jonah both swallowed, neither of them actually ready for this conversation.
“Jonah”, Lancelot addressed the Queen of Hearts, looking serious.
“Let me down!” MC shouted, flailing their arms and legs around while trying to escape the tinsel. “I gotta defend Jonah! I feel bad that I said those things about him!”
“Do you really have no problems AT ALL with me?” Edgar asked them, looking smug.
“You are my problem number one right now!” MC barked at Edgar, looking furious. “Stop looking so damn happy!”
Zero rushed to scold Edgar and tried to wake Kyle up from his shock at the same time. Jonah was fumbling with his words, trying to explain to Lancelot the things that MC had said.
Lancelot focused his attention on MC. MC was glaring daggers at Edgar while hanging upside down and their body was doing a silly pose without them noticing.
Lancelot felt captivated by the sight.
MC kept staring at Edgar like they wanted to kill him. They had been hanging down from the tinsel against their will long enough.
Lancelot didn’t doubt that if Jonah or Edgar had approached MC right now, MC would have unleashed a vocabulary of rage that would have made everybody in the room have goosebumps. The hate that was burning in MC’s eyes would have scared anyone, even if MC did apologize afterwards.
Lancelot started walking towards MC. Behind him, the chaos continued.
MC saw someone approaching from the corner of their eye. They turned to look to see Lancelot taking one more step before stopping in front of them.
MC took in the sight of him. Lancelot, focused on them. MC felt the tension slowly leave their body.
Lancelot embraced the moment. He loved that MC could look at him while being angry and the tightness on their face would go away and they would look calm and happy in just seconds. Only he had that effect on MC and he loved it.
“Hi”, Lancelot said softly.
“Hi”, MC greeted him back warmly.
Lancelot stepped closer, taking MC’s face and holding it in his hands. MC smiled, looking happy at the intimate gesture.
“I’m amazingly honored to be the one person who can make you relax when you are angry”, Lancelot spoke in a low and warm voice.
“That might just be cocky of you”, MC said, smirking.
“You are being awfully sarcastic for someone dangling upside down in a mess of tinsel”, Lancelot said with an amused voice. He swiped MC’s cheek affectionately with his thumb and looked at MC with a question in his eyes.
MC had an idea what he was asking and they nodded. Feeling Lancelot’s warm breath on their face only seconds later, they smiled.
Fandom: Obey Me!
Pairing: Lucifer x f!Reader
Rating/Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI) // possessive behaviour, sexual content (fingering)
Word Count: 2200
Written by: @yanjam // @another-lost-mc
Prompt: "Let’s make this a not-so-silent night”
Author's note: this prompt got away from me, but I hope you still like it, Anon. <3
Lucifer dragged you through the empty hallways of The Fall. You could still hear the muffled sounds of music and the ongoing festivities, but no one else was lingered deeper in the building where the private offices were eerily quiet. The thought of being alone here worried you for a brief moment when you glanced at Lucifer’s back. He was walking with long, purposeful strides that made it difficult for you to keep up. His impressive wingspan was imposing in the narrow corridors. It wasn’t very well lit, and dark shadows played across his face whenever you tried to catch his gaze. It was hard to tell whether the thrumming in your ear was music from the club or deep growls reverberating in his chest.
He turned sharply and pulled you inside an empty room. When he let go of your hand without warning, you stumbled for a moment and tried to keep your balance. The door shut behind him and you looked up when you heard the sound of the lock clicking into place. His narrowed eyes glowed crimson in the dimly lit room. Your breath caught in your throat and you took a step back as he stalked towards you.
Asmo sat across the table from you while he went through a pile of invitations from all over the Devildom. The most powerful and elite demon families wanted the Avatars of Sin to be present at their new year celebrations coming up. You sipped from a cup of tea and let Beel pick food off your plate. You noticed that Asmo seemed to be re-reading a particular invitation with an odd expression on his face.
“What’s the matter?” you asked.
He nodded to the paper in his hand. “This one is strange. It’s written more like a thank-you note.”
He leaned across the table and passed the card into your outstretched hand. Lucifer was sitting in his usual place at the head of the table, the daily newspaper in hand, but he set it down as he listened to your exchange with a frown. The card Asmo handed you was not only addressed to the demon brothers but to you as well:
“Please accept my personal thanks for your attendance during this year's end celebrations. It is always such a treat to play host to the Devildom’s most prestigious guests.
P.S. Bunny suits are not required attire for this event.”
You passed the note to a stone-faced Lucifer. “It’s from the owner of The Fall. I didn’t know we RSVP'd to their party.”
Asmo looked between you and Lucifer. “We didn’t. I don’t even recall seeing an invitation from him.”
Lucifer stood from the table and stalked from the room. The note crumpled in his fist.
“MAMMOOOOOOOOON!”
Lucifer wasn’t touching you, but you were crowded against the wall with nowhere to go. His arms were crossed over his chest and his wings were flared open. He would easily catch you if you tried to duck away. You reassured yourself that he wouldn't hurt you - but he normally didn't look at you the way he did now either.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” he asked impatiently.
You shrank under the heavy weight of his irritated stare, but you tried desperately to think about what could have drawn out this type of reaction from him. He very rarely had the need to turn his disappointment on you. His wings twitched like he was trying to keep his frustration under control.
“I’m sorry, I don’t–” your voice cracked. You swallowed and tried to calm your nerves. “I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.”
The harsh lines of his expression deepened even more. “You are too reckless for your own good,” he declared like it was obvious. “You let your guard down around demons that would mean you harm and take for granted that my brothers or I will be there to save you. Can’t I take my eyes off you for more than five minutes without you getting into some sort of trouble?”
You looked away and replayed the evening in your mind, trying to figure out what could've started all this. You arrived at the club with Lucifer and his brothers without a hitch. After going through customary introductions and small talk, the demon brothers went their own separate ways to mingle with other guests (or in Beel's case, camp out at the buffet tables). You stood at the edge of the room and kept mostly to yourself. The only memorable conversation you had with anyone else was with the owner of The Fall.
You watched the demon brothers speak to the other guests on and around the dancefloor while you listened to the music from the edge of the room. You weren’t looking forward to spending all night at a club since you didn't normally enjoy dancing at the best of times. You decided after an appropriate amount of time had passed, you could make your excuses to Lucifer and the others and head home early.
“How unfortunate. Such a distinguished guest shouldn’t be cowering in the corner by herself,” a deep voice mused nearby.
You turned quickly and met the dark gaze of The Fall’s famous proprietor. You met him only briefly a handful of times in the past but his reputation was notorious. He was wealthy, powerful, and intimidating even amongst the Devildom’s elite class. The blood-red tailored suit he wore was made of some rich, luxurious material that shimmered under the club lights. His wiry tail swished lazily through the air behind him.
“I’m not fond of big parties like this,” you admitted, nodding towards the dancefloor. “At least I can avoid being trampled here, and I won’t be in the way.”
It was hard to decipher the expression on his face, but he surprised you when he offered you his hand. “By all means, I would hate for you to be uncomfortable. I can escort you somewhere more…” he paused and licked his lips, “...private that may be better suited to both our tastes tonight.”
You froze as you tried to process his words and, despite yourself, you felt the warmth of a fierce blush erupt across your cheeks. Something predatory glinted in his eye, and you suspected that he was enjoying your reaction when his smirk grew wider. You were scrambling to come up with an excuse or a polite refusal that wouldn’t offend him when a strong hand from behind you grasped your shoulder.
“I’m afraid she’ll have to decline,” Lucifer said smoothly at your side. “But we do have something important to discuss in private if the offer of a quieter room is still available.”
You had the feeling there was some silent conversation taking place between the two demons that you weren’t privy to. After a few tense moments, The Fall’s owner shrugged and stepped away. “Of course. You’re welcome to use one of the offices,” he offered politely. His tail flicked behind him and you noticed a door near the back of the dancefloor. “Down that hallway. You may use any room that’s unoccupied.”
In the small office, Lucifer's reprimand continued. “You are far too trusting,” his voice rumbled close to your ear. He leaned into your space and his head bent down closer to yours. “Demons with less self control than myself wouldn’t hesitate to claim your soul - or your body - for themselves.”
“I don’t want any of those other demons like that,” you admitted with a quiet voice. You felt his breaths puff against the sensitive skin of your neck and you couldn’t suppress a shiver. You rested your hands on his chest and he seemed to lean into your touch. His anger was slowly melting away, replaced with another unnamed emotion that charged the air between you with anticipation.
One of his arms wrapped around your waist. He tilted your head up until you were staring into the dark ruby pools of his eyes. “Perhaps we both need this little reminder,” he murmured against your lips. Through the fabric of your dress, you felt his fingers trail down your breast, and he traced the edges of the pact mark he left near your heart. “You are mine.”
You gasped when he pushed his lips against yours in a firm kiss, and after a moment of surprise you kissed him back. His lips tasted like Demonus, and you opened your mouth when you felt his tongue seeking entrance. He groaned and his arm tightened around you as your tongue met his in a slick caress.
When you eventually pulled back to catch your breath, one of his thighs slotted between yours and you felt his arousal against your hip. He cradled your neck like you were something precious and you blushed at the heat in his gaze. He leaned in to kiss you again, but a voice echoing in the hall outside made you both pause. He looked towards the doorway like he could see through the wall; he glared at the interruption as if it would scare off whoever it was.
“Who is that?” you asked in a hushed whisper. You didn’t recognize the voice, but Lucifer apparently did because his only response was a low, menacing growl. Footsteps walked past and you heard the door to the next room over slam shut.
“It’s no concern of ours,” Lucifer said quietly as he lowered his head back down. He kissed the delicate skin of your neck and cupped your breast through your dress, teasing your nipple with his fingers. You arched your back into his touch and he rewarded you with the slow grind of his thigh against you.
You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning. “What if someone hears us?” You weren't worried about being caught before with the party raging on elsewhere in the building, but the unexpected disturbance close by made you anxious.
Without warning, Lucifer spun you around so your front was pushed the wall, the weight of his body against your back pinning you in place. He reached down and shimmied your dress high enough so he could slip his hand underneath. The cool leather glove he wore tickled the tops of your thighs and you spread your legs wider to give him better access. His other hand covered your mouth and you squeaked in surprise.
“You’ll have to be quiet for me, won’t you?” he murmured in your ear.
He waited for your response before he touched you and when you nodded your assent, he wasted no time sliding his fingers into the sticky wetness between your legs. Every brush of his gloves against your bare skin made you quiver. Your soft whimpers and moans were muffled by the hand over your mouth. He whispered honey-laced filth into your ear as he panted his desires, dark promises of things yet to come. His fingers moved faster between your thighs, circling your bud and teasing your entrance, and you couldn't resist the urge to grind back against him. He moved his hips in sharp, stilted thrusts that matched your pace like he was struggling to maintain some semblance of control.
Your thighs were shaking from pleasure and exhaustion and you knew you weren't going to last. He must have sensed it too because he removed his hand from your mouth suddenly and you gasped loudly in the quiet room. You heard something drop to the floor and then two of his naked fingers pried your lips open. He continued to coax pleasure from your body and when you came, you moaned loudly around his fingers.
He slowly removed his fingers from between your lips and held you close while you caught your breath. You rested against the wall while Lucifer bent down to retrieve his discarded glove, and you saw him tuck it into his pocket. He helped you fix your dress and then he pulled you into an embrace. You wanted to talk about what happened, but this wasn’t the most appropriate place for the conversation you two needed to have; judging by the look on his face, he felt the same.
“I'll send word to the others so they know we've left early. There are many things I still wish to say, but I'll not risk anymore rude interruptions here." He took your hand and led you to the door. He glanced up and down the hall to check that there was no one else loitering nearby before leading you out.
You were grateful for his discretion and you squeezed his hand appreciatively. You both looked rumpled, and you knew your face was flushed and a bit sweaty. Anyone that found you together would be able to guess what you’ve been up to. Luckily, it sounded like the party was still going strong and you didn’t see or hear any trace of the passerby from earlier. When you approached the exit, he pushed the door open and let you slip through first.
Lucifer sensed you were both being watched as soon as you stepped into the hallway, and he felt a heavy stare on his back when he led you to the door leading outside. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at the club's owner who watched you both from the shadows. Lucifer wasted no more time and followed you into the night, slamming the door closed behind him.
Fandom: Obey Me!
Pairing: Levi x f!Reader x Mammon
Rating/Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI)// threesome (there is no sexual/romantic touching between Levi and Mammon); vaginal fingering; consensual voyeurism; oral sex (male and female receiving); PIV sex
Word Count: 5400
Written by: @yanjam
Prompt: A threesome scenario between Levi, f!Reader and Mammon
Levi launched the DevilTube app while he waited for you to finish in the shower. Mammon was going through a duffel bag on his bed a few feet away, mumbling something about this part of the Devildom being too damn cold. The demon brothers had parted ways after dinner and everyone else retired to their rooms for an early night’s rest.
Choosing room assignments for this holiday vacation had been surprisingly peaceful. Mammon and Levi paired off first to the last empty room at the end of the hall. You claimed the single room next to theirs; Lucifer always booked a separate room for you on trips like this even if you rarely used it. Asmo dragged Satan by the arm to the room next to yours, and Belphie yawned on his way towards the room he shared with his twin across the hall. Beel had already disappeared to get some snacks.
When you came to their room earlier, you were carrying a large shopping bag. Levi squawked in embarrassment when you dumped the so-called gifts on his bed: two sets of pajamas and housecoats, one each for him and Mammon. You explained that matching family pajamas were a popular trend in the human world and that you already delivered sets to the rest of his brothers. His face burned bright red and he declared that he wasn’t going to subject himself to ridiculous normie customs. Mammon slapped the back of his head and told him to embrace the spirit of the holidays for once. Levi rubbed his head and sighed dramatically, picking up the t-shirt and scrunching his nose at the red and green plaid pattern.
Levi looked up from his D.D.D. when he heard the bathroom door swing open. You wore a bright red plaid nightgown that fell just above your knees. The hem rode up your thighs slightly as you sat beside Levi on his bed and got comfortable.
“What are we going to watch again?” you asked.
Levi’s head snapped back to the screen. “The Magical Ruri-Hana: Demon Girl Christmas Spectacular livestream - it just started.” Azuki-tan was dancing across the screen wearing a Santa hat. Levi mentioned it earlier that day, and when you seemed interested in watching it too, he didn’t hesitate to invite you over so you could watch the broadcast together.
You grinned and snuggled closer to his side as you watched different characters from the show parade on-screen in festive outfits. “It looks amazing!”
Levi was ready to launch into some of the critical analysis he was already planning to post online later, but the excited twinkle in your eyes caused the words to die in his throat. He nodded in agreement instead. He draped a pillow across his lap and propped up his D.D.D. so both of you could watch the show.
After a few minutes, Levi felt you squirming next to him. He nudged your shoulder with his and made a questioning noise, glancing between you and the screen.
“Sorry, I’m a little chilly,” you mumbled, rubbing your arms. You were both sitting on top of his comforter against the headboard. He guessed your flimsy nightgown was made of the same thin cotton material as his own pajamas.
He set his D.D.D. down and moved the pillow aside. He slipped off the edge of the bed. “Here, move for a sec,“ he suggested, tugging at the sheets. He fixed the pillow and D.D.D. after you were both settled back in bed with the sheets pulled over your laps. You cuddled into his side again and turned your attention back to the show.
Levi winced when you pinched his arm to his side uncomfortably. He lifted his arm out from under you and draped it across your shoulder. You took it as an invitation to move even closer into him, resting your head against his shoulder and your hand against his chest.
Levi glanced nervously towards Mammon’s bed. His brother was facing both of you, his back against the wall, legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles in front of him. He was wearing the same sleep pants as Levi, but he was shirtless underneath the housecoat tied loosely around his waist. He had this month’s issue of Grimm Monthly in his lap and he flipped through the pages quietly while he read.
You were transfixed by the medley of holiday dances flashing on the screen, but Levi’s mind wandered elsewhere. Your soft laughter tickled his throat with puffs of warm air; your fingers were tracing small, lazy patterns on his chest where your hand was resting; he could feel where your breasts pressed into his side; and he could tell that damn nightgown of yours had ridden up even higher when you threw your leg over his, your naked thigh resting on his knee. Levi’s cock was hard and twitching underneath the pillow on his lap. He stopped paying attention to the show, too distracted by the urge to rut his hips upward in search of friction. He had to take deep breaths to keep himself from panting.
He heard the sound of clothes rustling from the other bed. Levi’s eyes darted towards the noise, and he froze when he caught his brother’s gaze. Mammon, who had tossed his magazine aside Heaven knows how long ago, was staring at him with dark, knowing eyes.
Levi started to panic like an animal caught in a trap. He knew you and Mammon were together. There was no way he could talk himself out of this. He should’ve sent you the link to watch the livestream from your own room. Why did he let you cuddle against him with your soft skin and damp hair that smelled like floral shampoo? He hated how weak he was. Deep down he knew you were off-limits but he still wanted you anyway he could have you, and when the opportunity presented itself he just couldn’t resist—
“Levi?”
He jumped when you said his name. He tore his gaze away from Mammon and looked at you with wide eyes.
You nodded your head towards his D.D.D. where the screen had gone black. “The show is over.”
He swiped it off the pillow quickly and started pulling up random social media apps, trying to find an excuse to get you to leave as soon as possible. “I’m going to be up for a while posting my reaction on my blog and some other forums. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow.” He rolled over onto his side, facing away from you.
He scrolled through his Devilgram feed and tried to ignore you.
“Are you alright?” you asked. You sat up and he could feel you staring at his back. He could picture that worried look on your face; you were always looking out for him, even when he didn’t deserve it.
“Yeah, I’m totally fine! Otakus don’t worry about things like eating or sleeping. You’re pretty fragile even by normie standards, so you should go to bed.” Levi cringed at how much that sounded like a strained plea rather than a thoughtful suggestion.
“I guess so,” you said slowly. You shifted towards the edge of the bed but then you stopped. “What if I want to stay?”
Levi frowned at his phone, refusing to look over, scared to reveal the emotions he wouldn’t be able to hide if you could see him properly. “What kind of a question is that?!” He sputtered. “No, I mean, of course not - you should go to bed, and…and…”
His voice trailed off when Mammon sighed loudly. He heard the bounce of mattress springs nearby, the soft shuffling of bare feeling crossing the carpeted floor.
Oh, no. Levi shut his eyes and braced himself for punishment.
“Babe, I don’t think the subtle approach is going to work.”
Levi’s eyes flew open and he turned his head, watching Mammon rub your shoulders affectionately. You and Mammon seemed to be having a silent conversation.
“What are you talking about?” Levi rolled back over to look at you both properly, making sure to keep the pillow on his lap. When he glanced between the two of you, it felt like he was missing an important piece of a very obvious puzzle.
Mammon ignored him. “I told you, you need to do it like they do in those - what’re they called again?”
“Dating sims?” you offered.
Mammon clapped his hands. “That’s right, like they do in those datin’ games of his. Flirty pick-up lines, grand gestures - he’d pick up on those in an instant.” He laughed while you dropped your head in your hands and shook your head.
“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Levi asked. He didn’t mean to yell; you jumped beside him at the sound of his voice. It was sharper now, embarrassment and confusion swirling like a deadly mixture inside him.
“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, waving your hands between the two of you vaguely, “when you invited me over tonight I thought we could - I mean, I wanted to -“
Mammon tsked under his breath. “Treasure wanted to invite you to join us in bed tonight,” he said simply, like it explained everything that was happening right now.
It didn’t.
“Mammon!” you scolded him half-heartedly, a pink blush rising in your cheeks and the tips of your ears.
Levi’s anger simmered when the pieces finally started to put themselves together.
“When you say join you in bed, you mean…for more than sleeping?” Levi felt his cock twitch with renewed interest, but he had to be absolutely sure he was understanding this correctly.
Your eyes looked away from him while your face still burned in embarrassment. “Yeah, but only if you want to.” You looked down at your hands in your lap. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you’re interested in being with me like that.”
Mammon leaned down and brushed his lips against your forehead. “Babe, he’s been stiff under that pillow since you got cozy with him earlier.”
Levi couldn’t deny it when you shot him the most surprised, hopeful look. The anger and confusion from earlier melted away. He was starting to feel a little hopeful now too, like this was his chance to have you the way he always wanted. Levi felt his face heat up but he jerked his head, nodding his confirmation.
“See? Told ya he wanted you as much as I do,” Mammon said. “Well, almost as much.”
Levi looked between the two of you. “So, how exactly does this work? I mean, no offense, but I’m not really interested in…you know…” he trailed off, jerking a thumb towards his brother.
“Oi! You still gotta show your older brother some respect!” Mammon yelled while you tried and failed to stifle a giggle behind your hand.
Levi gestured wildly in Mammon’s direction. “If you were the love interest in a dating sim, I wouldn’t want to play it!” he yelled back.
You shushed both of them, trying not to let the evening be completely derailed by their antics. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop, we can stop.”
“Treasure’s gonna be the only one touchin’ you,” Mammon clarified for Levi’s sake. “Hell knows I don't want to,” he mumbled loudly enough for Levi to hear.
“What are you going to be doing then?” Levi asked Mammon with a confused tilt of his head.
“While she’s got her hands full touchin’ you, I’m gonna have my hands full touchin’ her. And you’re lucky enough to get to watch.”
Levi watched while you raised yourself onto your knees and scooted closer to him. When he tossed aside the pillow hiding his straining cock from view, he knelt in front of you and felt gratified when you looked him over with obvious interest. You faced each other in silent anticipation. You moved first, leaning forward and placing a soft, tentative kiss against his lips, one hand resting gently against his chest and the other cupping his cheek. He slid one of his hands into your hair, tilting your head and slotting your lips more deeply against his. Your tongue brushed against his and Levi groaned. He cradled your neck while he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You gasped into the kiss when you felt the hard warmth of his cock against your belly. You squirmed in his hold. He realized what you wanted and guided you down to the bed, laying beside you with one of his legs between yours.
Levi drew one of his hands down your body overtop of the nightgown you were still wearing. He cupped your breast and brushed his thumb over your nipple. He felt it harden underneath the thin fabric. He pinched your nipple gently, teasing the small bud between his fingertips. When you broke the kiss with a needy moan, he moved his head down and kissed your nipple through your nightgown, swirling his tongue before closing his lips and tightening them with a suck. You arched your back into his mouth, desperate whimpers falling from your lips as he continued his ministrations.
You reached for his hand and he paused. The question he was about to ask died on his lips when he raised his head to look into your face; he stared at your kiss-swollen lips, a deep flush dusting your cheeks, and your eyes were molten with desire. He wouldn’t be able to resist anything you asked of him in this moment, not when you looked at him like he was something you craved so badly.
You spread your legs and guided his hand over your belly and between your thighs. You moved your hand away as he explored you through your panties, feeling the heat from your skin and the dampness that was starting to coat his fingers. After a few moments he sat up and grasped the waistband of your panties and tugged gently, urging you to lift your hips so he could slide them off you and down your legs. When he laid back down beside you, his hand returned to the soft skin between your thighs. He groaned loudly when he felt the wetness that had spread into your folds. He dipped a fingertip gently into your entrance and you gasped. He started running his finger up and down the edge of you, rubbing at your clit with slow, teasing circles.
Levi continued his gentle exploration and leaned over to kiss your panting mouth. “Show me what you like.”
You reached down and covered his larger hand with your own, slipping your fingers between his. You rubbed your finger against your clit and let him feel how fast you liked it, where you liked to put the tiniest bit more pressure. After a few more moments, you raised your fingers to him; he opened his mouth and licked away the glistening arousal that coated them. You let your hand fall away, holding onto his shirt and digging your fingers into his back while he copied your movements. He was a quick learner.
Levi could tell you were close. You were moaning more frequently now, loud and unashamed, and he felt your hips move in sync with his hand to encourage his touch where you wanted it most. Your thighs were trembling against him. He felt your entire body tense like a spring, and when you finally came, you cried out with your head buried against his chest. He teased your body through the aftershocks until you closed your legs and forced his hand to stop moving. You were trying to catch your breath while soft whines escaped your lips.
He smoothed his hands through your hair and held you close. When you raised your head, he nuzzled his nose against yours and pressed soft kisses against your mouth. You sighed as you came down from your release and basked in his affections. He was slowly grinding his hips into your side and you felt his cock, hard and heavy, between your bodies.
You raised yourself to your knees and sat back on your heels, looking at Levi with so much emotion that he found it hard to breathe. You reached for the hem of your nightgown and hesitated only for a moment before raising it up and over your head. You felt nervous and more exposed as you watched his eyes roam over your naked skin. You looked down nervously, resisting the urge to cover yourself with the nightgown you had clenched in your lap.
Levi followed you, sitting back on his hands while he watched you bare yourself to him. It was impossible not to stare at the way his pact mark seemed to glow against your skin. He felt something in him break when you looked away with so much uncertainty. Did you really think he would reject you? You were perfect.
He didn’t realize he said those words out loud until your hands flew to your burning red cheeks and smiled, sneaking bashful glances at him from beneath your lashes.
“I mean it,” he implored, hoping if you trusted nothing else, that you believed him now.
“I know,” you said happily.
Levi glanced behind you. Mammon was sitting quietly in an armchair near the foot of the bed. He discarded his housecoat at some point and was bare-chested now, his sleep pants riding low on his hips. Levi could see Mammon’s cock was in the same state as his; he was palming his erection while his eyes roamed up and down your naked backside.
Mammon rose from his seat, kneeling on the edge of the bed behind you and tilting your head so he could run his lips along your neck.
“See, Treasure?” he asked between kisses. “Told ya he wanted you.” He scraped his teeth against your ear lobe.
You moaned and nodded, leaning back against him and resting your hands on his thighs. He reached across your belly and ran his hands slowly up to your breasts, cupping them and tweaking the nipples gently between his fingertips. You arched your back against him.
“Mammon, please-” you breathed.
He moved one of his hands between your legs. “We’ve got you, don’t we?” Mammon glanced at Levi over your shoulder.
Levi’s mouth was dry watching Mammon tease at your clit with his thick fingers. He nodded. “Whatever you want,” he promised hoarsely.
Mammon slipped two fingers inside and held you still when you bucked in his grasp. He moaned loudly when he felt how wet you were.
“Tell us what you want, babe,” he said as he thrust his fingers inside of you lazily.
“I want-” you whined, panting when you felt Mammon’s greedy fingers searching for that spot inside you that made you squirm. “I want you to touch me while I go down on him.”
Their reactions were instant.
“Oh, fuck,” Levi said with a sharp exhale, lifting his hips and sliding his pants off hurriedly so he could free his aching cock.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Mammon groaned into your hair. He thrust his fingers inside you a couple more times, faster and rougher, before withdrawing his hand from between your thighs and sucking his fingers clean.
You braced your hands on your knees while you adjusted to the sudden loss of Mammon’s fingers stretching you open. You watched Levi undress and couldn’t help but glance appreciatively at his cock; it was impressively long but not too thick. The desire in your expression must have mirrored his own because you looked at each other for a moment like time had stopped; when the moment ended, you started crawling towards him.
Levi shoved a pillow behind him and laid back in a low recline, legs spread wide to make room for you. You put your hands on his calves and trailed your hands up and over his knees as you gently pushed them farther apart. He moaned as you left a trail of kisses up his thigh, your lips sucking marks into his skin as you inched closer to where his cock was twitching.
You met Levi’s eyes when you wrapped one of your hands around the base of his cock, drawing it away from where it was laying across his belly and bringing it closer to your mouth. You licked up the shaft, tracing a vein and following the curve of his cock with your tongue. You lapped up a drop of precum beading at the tip. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked.
Levi’s hands shot into your hair when you started bobbing your head. You set a slow, easy rhythm, licking the shaft and flicking your tongue over the tip while your lips tightened into a sweet vice. You used your hand to stroke the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
Levi was moaning your name between bitten-off curses and incoherent praises. His hips jerked further into your mouth when a particularly hard suck left him gasping. He heard you sputter quietly, but when he tried to pull away, you took him even deeper into your mouth and hummed. The hand near his hip urged him to thrust again and he moaned when he felt you swallow around his cock.
Levi dazedly looked past you where he caught glimpses of Mammon positioning himself behind you. Your hips were raised high in the air while your front was bent low as you lavished Levi’s cock with attention. Mammon gripped your hips and pulled your body to him and then his face dove between your thighs.
Your mouth opened with a loud moan and Levi’s cock slipped out between your lips. You stroked his shaft and peppered kisses around the base of his cock and the skin of his hips and belly while Mammon’s greedy tongue lapped at your folds, sucking your clit and teasing your entrance. The vibrations against your clit sent jolts of pleasure that made your hands tremble and toes curl. Mammon’s hands were on your hips, the tops of your thighs, the soft mounds of your ass. He squeezed and kneaded your skin as he encouraged you to rock back against his face. You sucked Levi’s cock back into your mouth while your body swayed between them.
Levi closed his eyes and tried thinking unsexy thoughts that would help ward off the orgasm he could feel building inside him, quicker and with more urgency each time your lips slid up and down his shaft. It was a futile endeavor. You were moaning around his cock while Mammon pleasured you with his mouth, and Levi could hear Mammon’s muffled moans too; he had slid his sleep pants down to his thighs and was jerking himself off while he ate you out. It became a feedback loop of giving and taking pleasure, the sounds each of you made growing louder and more whiny, more desperate.
It was a matter of time before one of you fell victim to the pleasurable onslaught. You came first, crying against Levi’s hip while Mammon continued to work you with his mouth, wringing the last dregs of pleasure from your body until you couldn’t take anymore. Mammon’s release came next; while you twitched from sensitivity, he pulled back and raised himself onto his knees. He fucked his fist, grunting your name as he came, his cum shooting out onto your ass, the backs of your thighs, and your cunt. He watched the sticky fluid drip from your skin with smug satisfaction.
You and Mammon were both taking a moment to recover, and Levi used the brief respite to find his bearings. He hadn’t come yet and he felt overwhelmed with need. You were panting, head resting against his belly, and he knew you’d suck his cock back into your mouth if that’s what he wanted.
“Wait, wait,” he said gently as he felt you move back towards his cock. He had one hand in your hair and the other was caressing the sides of your face. Your eyes glanced up to meet his. You hummed in acknowledgement, massaging the jut of his hip bone with your fingers. Near the foot of the bed, Mammon had gotten a towel and was cleaning his mess off your skin.
Levi gulped and looked away. “I w-want to come inside you,” he said nervously. It sounded like a whine to his own ears and he flinched with embarrassment.
He faced you again when you sat up between his legs. Your lips curled into a satisfied smile. Behind you, Mammon had returned to the armchair with an unreadable expression on his face; when he met Levi’s gaze, he hesitated only for a moment before he nodded.
You shuffled over Levi’s legs and straddled his hips. You braced yourself against his chest and leaned down to kiss him. The desire that subsided earlier returned tenfold when your mouths exchanged wet, heated kisses.
Levi could taste his own salty musk as he licked into your mouth. He moaned against your lips, rocking his hips up against yours, feeling the slick arousal of your cunt when he rubbed his cock against your folds. You reached between your bodies, holding his cock steady while you guided him inside you.
You both groaned as his cock slid inside with one smooth stroke and Levi threw his head back with a groan. His cock was twitching inside your cunt, the wet heat of your walls squeezed him like some delicious torture, and your soft whimpers echoed in his ears as you lowered yourself even more, slotting into place like you were made to be filled by him.
Your movements were slow and exploratory at first. You lifted your hips and slid back down, letting the drag of his cock tease the sensitive places inside you. You rocked against him and whimpered when the grind of your bodies teased your clit. Levi’s hands on your hips held you steady so you could increase the pace as you rode him. You both gasped when you started moving in sync with each other, his hips driving up as your hips slid down to meet his thrusts.
Your bodies were slick with sweat and your legs were trembling. You leaned over and braced yourself on your hands, letting your breasts bounce between your bodies and against his chest. You lowered your face to his, kissing his neck and his jaw, nuzzling against his shoulder and whispering sweet praises into his skin.
“I’ve wanted to feel you like this for so long,” you breathed loud enough for him to hear.
He moaned and nodded against the pillow. “Me too,” he panted, eyes burning as your confession broke open the secret parts of himself he tried to hide from you. His hands dug into your skin where he was holding you close. “I’m not gonna last, it feels-“ he cut off with a whine. “You feel so good.”
“I want you so badly” you begged, moaning into his neck.
Levi growled and bent his knees, using the mattress for leverage as he started driving into you harder and faster than before. He was guiding your body up and down his cock with ease. You were clinging to him, holding his shoulders while he pounded into you with frenzied desperation.
Your body was overstimulated and your nerves ablaze from the relentless glide of his cock filling you to the brim. You knew you couldn’t come again so soon, and you were exhausted, but Levi’s cock kept rubbing against that spot deep in you that made you breathless.
When he finally came, he grunted your name against your ear while the rhythm of his hips stuttered and then finally stopped when he felt milked dry. He loosened his hold and you pulled away, lifting off his softening cock with a whimper. You could feel his cum trickle down the insides of your thighs. You collapsed on the bed beside him.
Levi blinked rapidly at the ceiling, sweat and tears burning his eyes. He couldn’t let himself fall apart now; he needed to take care of you first. You were laying on your front, head turned away from him while your body shook with a slight tremor. Before Levi could move, Mammon had already stepped in, sitting on the edge of the bed at your side. He stroked your back while you murmured quietly to each other. When you rolled off the bed and stood on unsteady legs, Mammon held you against him while you found your balance. He helped you pick up your discarded nightgown and he watched you disappear into the bathroom.
When Mammon checked on Levi next, he was laying flat on his back, one of his arms flung over his eyes. He was taking deep, shuddering breaths. Mammon reached over and squeezed his shoulder.
“Alright there, Levi?”
“Yeah,” Levi replied thickly, “m’fine. Just need a minute.” He sniffled. “It’s been a while, that’s all.”
Mammon kept his hand on Levi’s shoulder, squeezing every now as he calmed down. Levi sat up after a few minutes. If his eyes were a bit red, neither of them mentioned it. They sat side by side on the bed and Levi slumped over, letting his older brother support his weight. They both stared at the bathroom door. They could hear the water running.
Levi broke the silence. “Do you two…have you done this before? W-with the others, I mean.”
Mammon smirked at the undercurrent of jealousy in Levi’s tone. “Nah, Treasure said she only has those feelings for you.” Mammon paused. “And I’m not sure I wanna share her like this with anyone else even if she did.”
Levi looked at his brother. “What do you mean?” He knew his other brothers adored her. He also knew at least two of them that would’ve given anything to take his place in her bed tonight, given the opportunity.
Mammon seemed to consider his answer for a moment. “Greed and envy aren’t all that different,” he said. “We’re more alike than you think. She loves you, and I can trust you. This doesn’t have to be a one-time deal. We can figure it out - the two of us being with her - if it’s something you want.”
Levi swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Yeah, I think I do.”
Mammon clapped his shoulder. “We’ll talk about it when we get home and see what happens. Now, get up and help me change these sheets, will ya?”
You waited until you heard Mammon’s soft knock on the door to let you know he and Levi were finished with their little chat. You’re not sure what they talked about, but they both seemed content when you rejoined them. Levi was smoothing fresh sheets on his bed. Mammon had some bottles of water in the crook of his elbow, and he placed two of them on the bedside table. He handed you a granola bar; when he offered one to his brother, Levi shook his head. Mammon shrugged and pressed a kiss to your brow.
“Alright lovebirds, time for bed.” Mammon announced. He lifted the blankets so you could slide underneath. Levi rolled his eyes but cuddled into the sheets next to you without hesitation.
“What about you?” you asked. It would be a tight squeeze but Mammon could fit in the bed too. Maybe.
Mammon waved a hand in Levi’s direction. “You’re better at takin’ care of otakus than I am.” He leaned down and kissed your lips. “Love ya, babe.” He climbed into his bed and turned off the lamp, hiding a small smile as he laid down and rolled over. It only took a minute before he started snoring.
“Is he going to be okay?” you asked quietly.
“I think he wants us to have this tonight.” Levi wrapped his arms around you.
You exchanged hushed whispers and soft touches while Levi held you close. It wasn’t long before you dozed off first, and he grew sleepy in your warm embrace. When he fell asleep, Levi dreamt of sweet kisses and second chances.
Fandom: Kings of Paradise
Pairing: Hayachika Ryutsubaki (Tsubaki) x f!MC
Warnings: NSFW, Breast play, Oral sex (both f & m receiving), Cum swallowing
Prompts: Venturing to the South Pole & “Unwrap me.”
Written by: @voltage-vixen
“Now be a good boy and take a seat, doctor.”
Pressing the tips of her fingers against the taut muscles of Tsubaki’s chest, MC leaned forward to give her man a shove backwards until he collapsed into the mattress on his back. The man groaned when his scantily clad dressed girlfriend crouched to her knees and forced his thighs apart to nestle herself in between his flesh. Tsbuaki was bare save for the pair of red satin boxers MC gifted him for their tantalizing Christmas Eve encounter; leaving the fine physique of his canvas of a body open to admiration.
Inspired to drive her boyfriend wild with desire, MC propped one of her elbows on his thigh, while resting her chin on the palm of her hand, she batted her eyelashes and teasingly stroked Tsubaki’s chest. Inching closer, MC intentionally pressed the mound of her breasts against the bulge of his cock straining the fabric of the boxers.
“Command me,” MC murmured, drawing her hands to the sides of her breasts, encompassing his erect girth with the warmth of her flesh. “Tell me what it is you desire, Tsubaki, otherwise I’ll refrain from touching you.”
Savoring the sound of Tsubaki’s growl of aggravation when she released her breasts from her grasp forcing his erection to spring free, MC reached out to claw his pectorals with her nails. Her fingers were now relentlessly trailing down the south of his abdomen, hesitating before reaching the evidence of his need creating a tent in the fabric.
“Damn it, you’re being a tease,” Tsubaki hissed, shimmying his hips in a desperate attempt to feel any friction on the heat radiating between his legs. “Please don’t torture me any longer-unwrap me and then take me with your mouth.”
“As you wish.”
Tsubaki’s lip quivered, displaying a rare sign of distress when MC stopped teasing his cock and instead reached around to give his ass a firm squeeze before stripping him until the remainder of his beautiful body was on full display.
Tsubaki’s eyes were coated in lust and glazed with a sensual desire. Rarely did the opportunity to witness Tsubaki become completely unhinged present itself.
“Since you’ve been a very good boy this year, it’s time for me to taste you,” MC mewled, and spit on the head of his cock before pumping the length of his manhood.
“You’ll soon be begging me to cum,” MC leaned in to whisper in his ear, nibbling at his lobe before focusing her attention back on his throbbing desire. .
Not a moment sooner was MC enveloping Tsubaki’s full cock into the wetness of her mouth. Sliding up and down, MC kept her tongue pressed securely against him and would allow some of her salvia to drip down his shaft while she sucked and lapped.
“Gods, does that feel good. Don’t stop, love,” Tsubaki crooned, clutching a fistful of MC’s hair to encourage her to heighten the pace of her bobbing.
MC adjusted her mouth to focus on the head of his erection and gripped the palm of her hand to simultaneously jerk Tsubaki’s arousal. Her fingers lightly groped at his balls, and occasionally she would deliver a soft pinch to his thighs.
“Please,” he groaned. “Make me cum. I can’t take this anymore. Let me finish so I can watch you ride me.”
MC’s lips curled into a grin to herself when the throaty moan of desperation escaped Tsubaki and echoed around the room. she furiously swirled her tongue while enhancing the pressure and speed of her movements with her mouth.
“I’m about to cum,” Tsubaki panted, grunting as his load was close to releasing into MC’s mouth.
Overtaken by the warm gratification of his girlfriend’s warmth, his hips involuntarily jerked in rhythm in tune to her pace. A thin bead of sweat dripped from the flush of his forehead, and Tsubaki’s knuckles were stained white from clutching MC’s hair. His cock hardened while expanding.
“I can’t last any longer,” he grunted. “I want you to swallow my cum, MC. Swallow every last drop.”
Tsubaki thrusted his hips into an ascent as his load finally shot inside of her mouth, and she eagerly lapped at the salty load he released, respecting his wishes by swallowing the salty tasting cum.
After a few more licks, MC wiped the front of her face while smirking at the sight of her boyfriend withering around from the aftermath. While Tsubaki was panting, MC exaggerated, sticking one of her fingers in her mouth and lapping her digit with her tongue as she climbed on top to straddle him.
“You taste divine,” she whispered, grinding her hips directly into his pelvis. “What should I do next, Dr. Tsubaki?”
Now being able to catch his breath, Tsubaki caught MC off guard by grabbing her hips and ignoring her surprised shriek as he dragged her until she was right above his own mouth.
“Now you’re going to sit tight like a good girl while I return the favor.”
Tsubaki was met with a sensuous moan as his tongue brushed past the sensitive nub of her clit and plunged into the heat of her womanhood.
They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away; yet an orgasm a day has them at your very beck and call. The couple greeted the morning of Christmas bestowing the gift of orgasm upon orgasm to one another, leading them both to experience a very Merry Christmas indeed.
We are extending the deadline out to January 22nd for our holiday request session! If you submitted a request, please feel free to check back between now and then to see if it was selected.
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Pairing: Jonah Clemence x female!Reader/MC
Rating/Warnings: SFW; Jonah-centric POV; fluff with some angst (resolved)
Word Count: 2400-ish
Written by: @yanjam
Prompt: A and B argue over the appropriate times to put up and take down holiday decorations
Jonah’s carriage came to a creaking stop in front of the Black Army headquarters. He saw his brother’s familiar figure waiting for him just beyond the main gates. After murmuring some instructions for the driver to wait for his return, he stepped down and huddled deeper into the plush lining of his coat. The biting cold wind felt like needles scratching at his skin.
Luka fell into step beside him as they both walked in silence towards the main building. Jonah noticed the spruce trees that lined the snowy pathway were decorated with silver bows. There were tasteful holiday tapestries hanging from balconies and windows on the higher floors. Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around vibrant green garlands that hung above the door and window frames.
“I’m surprised the Black Army is capable of such niceties,” he said half-heartedly, a weak attempt at an insult. Luka ignored him and led him up the front steps and they paused in front of the door, stomping the snow off their boots. Jonah glanced at the elaborate wreath hanging in front of him. The giant black bow tied at the bottom of the wreath looked like it was made from real silk. The embroidery was made of glittery silver thread. Luka pushed the door open and moved aside to let Jonah enter first.
It took a surprising amount of willpower to stop the audible gasp that caught at the back of Jonah’s throat. He stared wide-eyed at the entrance hall that was brilliantly lit with candles. Garlands of holly and pine wrapped around the staircase banister leading to the second floor. Similar to the exterior, black and silver bows and twinkling fairy lights decorated the doorways. An enormous Christmas tree stood in the large sitting room nearby. Large glass and ceramic ornaments hung off the branches while strings of colourful lights wrapped around the tree. The only thing missing was a tree topper.
Jonah pulled his scarf loose as he walked around slowly, scrutinizing every detail of the transformation that had taken place here. He wouldn’t call the Black Army headquarters decrepit, but from his few visits in the past he remembered it was normally utilitarian and bland. The Red Army headquarters, although regal and elegant in its own right, had yet to be decorated for the holiday season and was clearly outdone.
Luka must have read his thoughts in the expression on his face because he offered his brother a mysteriously smug smile. “I think we have the Red Army beat this year,” he said. He motioned for Jonah to follow him and they slowly circled the tree. Up close, Jonah could see that the Black Army officers had their own custom-made ornaments hanging proudly from the branches. The officers had hand-sewn snowmen crafted in their likeness. One wore the same hat and cloak as Ray, another had a belt with pistol holders similar to Fenrir. There were several personalized ornaments with the names of other prominent Black Army soldiers too. The elaborate writing on the ornaments was familiar to him.
Jonah felt something sink in the pit of his stomach as realization washed over him. “I suppose you had help planning all this since I doubt your uncouth lot could come up with half these ideas on your own,” he said bitterly, the awe he felt only moments ago turning sour in his mouth.
“Of course we did. Alice has so many wonderful talents, wouldn’t you agree?” Fenrir’s voice echoed cheerily from somewhere above him. Jonah heard several pairs of footsteps descend the stairs nearby and he turned to face them, hackles rising. The unexpected invitation from his brother was beginning to feel like a trap.
“Perhaps she could help liven up the Red Army headquarters as well?” Seth suggested with an innocent tone that fooled no one.
“Oh, wait,” Fenrir said with a drawl, “she already tried that, didn’t she?”
Jonah glared at the Ace of Spades who stood at the bottom of the staircase with his hands on his hips and a triumphant smile on his face. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, however - they glinted with something menacing.
Sirius put his hand on Fenrir’s shoulder and squeezed. It would’ve looked friendly if Fenrir didn’t wince in pain. “Despite how clearly he doesn’t deserve her, we know that Jonah would never hurt Alice knowingly. Isn’t that right?” The older man’s question was laced with an unspoken threat. Jonah bristled with indignation at the accusation.
“If you’re all done posturing, I’ve finished the ornament for the top of the tree if you’d like to see it,” a child’s voice said nearby. Jonah glanced wearily at Oliver who was wiping his hands on a handkerchief. He looked almost comical with his sleeves rolled up and a startling amount of glitter and pine needles stuck in his hair. The Black Army officers hurried past him, their excited voices fading away down the hall. “And then we can help you figure out how to fix this little misunderstanding with Alice,” he said, giving Jonah a pointed look before leaving the room expectantly.
“Isn’t it a bit early to be decorating for Christmas?” he had asked Alice one morning when he saw she had hung a wreath on their bedroom door. The fall harvest celebrations had just ended, and the weather was still mild. Her face fell for a brief moment before she smiled at him, nodding her apparent agreement. By the end of the day, the subject was long forgotten from Jonah’s mind. She never brought it up again.
If someone told Jonah his thoughtless question would provoke his darling Alice enough to turn the Black Army headquarters into a winter wonderland, he wouldn't have believed it. Caught up in the frenzied schedule of the holiday season, he failed to realize how much time she had spent here rather than at the Red Army headquarters. He despised the idea that his brother and the Black Army fools were able to soothe her disappointment in him by giving her a place to nurture her excitement for the holidays. Surrounded by the evidence of his failure, he realized that the wreath on their bedroom door had quietly disappeared without him even noticing.
In the large workshop Oliver had commandeered for himself, the Black Army officers were huddled around a table, watching the tree topper he’d made slowly rotate on a mechanical base. On the outside, it looked like an ordinary star shape made of stained glass. Somehow, Oliver’s invention shot out little puffs of real snow accompanied by bells that chimed a loop of different Christmas melodies. Oliver said something about the not-so-legal use of magic crystals to keep the mechanical device inside the ornament filled with water and able to conjure snow at specific timed intervals.
Jonah felt like an intruder as he watched the officers nearby collect the ornament and run off, eager to add the finishing touch to their tree. He slumped over at a nearby workbench, elbows on the table, head in his hands. He’s not sure how much time had passed, but he felt a small poke in his side. He glanced at the child who sat beside him.
“I knew Christmas was her favourite holiday, but I didn’t expect…” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the boxes that lined Oliver’s workspace, filled to the brim with unused decorations, “…all of this.”
“Do you really hate decorating that much?” Oliver asked. Not judging, simply curious.
Jonah shook his head. “With all of our other duties taking priority, updating our seasonal decor is usually done closer to the holiday itself. It’s my own fault I didn’t talk to her about it properly as soon as she showed an interest in it.” He looked away, attempting to hide the shamed flush staining his cheeks. “I hate that I made her feel like I wouldn't want this for us too.”
Oliver snorted and hopped up from his seat. “You’re an idiot if you think all these decorations are only for the Black Army,” he said as he pulled a random ornament from an open box and tossed it to Jonah. It was a red bow with Zero’s name embroidered with gold thread. “I think she was waiting for you to be more receptive to the idea, so she’s been making everything and storing it all here. If you want to make up for your stupidity," he said with a smirk, "I’d appreciate your help getting all these boxes out of my workshop and taking them where they belong.”
Jonah thought for a moment before he finally smiled. “If you’ll put up with the intrusion for a bit longer, I have a favor to ask of you and Blanc.”
Jonah paced in the entrance hall of the Red Army headquarters as he watched Alice’s carriage grow smaller in the distance. As promised, Oliver recruited Blanc’s help in luring Alice away early that morning, using some ruse about finalizing celebrations planned in the Central Quarter.
Once she was out of sight, Jonah left with his group of volunteer soldiers to retrieve the boxes of decorations from the Black Army. One of Jonah’s many other tasks that day was securing the largest tree he could find that would reasonably fit in the Red Army hall and arranging for its delivery. He ordered different potted trees, poinsettias, and other festive plants with extras to spare. He was not going to let his plans be side swept by miscalculations on his part.
One task Jonah did not enjoy was explaining his sudden urgency to overhaul the Red Army headquarters within the short window of Alice’s absence. The other Red Army officers laughed at his clumsy rebuke of Alice’s early decorating for the holidays which somehow led to a clandestine makeover of the Black Army’s base of operations. Jonah framed the daunting task as a competition since he knew most of the Red Army soldiers wouldn’t dare back away from a challenge if their pride was on the line.
Once all of the boxes had been delivered and unloaded into the main hall, the officers began sorting through them with obvious appreciation of Alice’s beautiful decorations. The King of Hearts personally took over the task of organizing the exterior displays and installing the new greenery. Jonah watched with dwindling patience as the others bickered over who should get to decorate the tree. He told them to figure it out amongst themselves with as little bloodshed as possible and left the room. When he returned ten minutes later, Edgar stood proudly beside the tree, hardly a hair out of place, with boxes of ornaments and lights opened and ready at his feet.
“How did you convince Blanc to keep Alice away for the entire day?” Edgar asked as he struggled to untie a knotted ball of string lights. No one wanted to risk her early return which would ruin the surprise.
“I suggested she take some of the carrot recipes she’d been saving as part of his Christmas gift,” Jonah’s voice replied from behind the Christmas tree. He had climbed up a ladder and was hanging decorations on the higher branches.
Edgar laughed - it was a clever idea on Jonah’s part. Blanc loved anything carrot-related and would spend the entire day in the kitchen taste-testing if time allowed it. “If that’s the case, then we’ll be lucky if Blanc doesn’t just keep her overnight,” Edgar teased. He ducked his head when a golden bauble came soaring at him from Jonah’s direction.
You stood in front of the large doors, stunned by what you were seeing. You first noticed the new brightly-lit trees that lined the path on your return journey home across the Red Bridge. You recognized many of your decorations hanging from the balconies and windows above you. The giant wreath on the front door had two ornamental birds made of felt nested side-by-side on a branch of holly. The red silk ribbon had Merry Christmas embroidered in beautiful golden script. You had only finished making it a week ago; the pine smell was still so fresh.
After a few moments, the doors opened wide and Jonah’s beaming smile greeted you. He had changed out of his uniform and was wearing a simple cream button-up shirt with a red scarf tied around his neck. He took your hands gently in his and led you through the elaborately decorated entranceway. Somewhere nearby a Christmas carol chimed; apparently Oliver had made two identical tree topper ornaments without you knowing.
You didn't know where to look first. You didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry that we couldn’t share this experience sooner than this, because of my own ignorance,” Jonah said quietly, remorsefully, “but I promise to try not to disappoint you so gravely in the future.” You could hear the truth in his voice and saw his eyes were bright and pleading as they stared into your own.
You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him. You felt his hands grasp your waist and pull you closer to him in response. You nuzzled his chest, soaking in his warmth and comforting scent. Your eyes felt hot with tears but when you looked up at him, your smile was wide and full of love. “I’ll forgive you if you give me the grand tour - I want to see the tree!” Your growing excitement was a soothing balm for the lonely disappointment you tried so hard to hide from him all this time.
You and Jonah held hands as he led you from room to room, eager to show you the efforts of a very long day's work. Along the way, Red Army soldiers stopped you to compliment your decorations and thanked you for your generosity. Some of them told you stories about how all the officers had asked for volunteers to help and how Jonah watched every step with a critical eye to make sure no decoration went unused.
Kyle congratulated you when he walked past you both, a red ribbon tied in his hair and a bottle tucked under an arm. Edgar found the pair of you as you were leaving Lance's office. He told you where he’d placed the stockings you’d made for each of the officers. He suggested that Jonah’s stocking be stuffed full of coal - the bauble incident from earlier was clearly not forgotten.
Eventually the hour grew late and exhaustion was finally starting to overtake the happiness you felt. Jonah smiled knowingly and steered you to the familiar hallway leading to your room. He found the wreath you made for and returned it to its rightful place on your bedroom door. Your names were embroidered on the silk ribbon, a memento of your first Christmas together.
“If you’ll permit me, I have one final surprise for you,” Jonah said with a twinkle in his eye. You admired the way his cheeks flushed in the dimming light. It was so adorable when he got flustered about something.
“I’m not sure I can handle anymore surprises after the evening I’ve had,” you said with a laugh as he pushed the door open then pulled you close to him.
“There’s one last holiday tradition that I refuse to overlook,” he said with surprising seriousness, his voice low and tinged with heat. He nodded his chin upwards. You followed his gaze and saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging in the doorway above you. He silenced your delighted laughter with a kiss.
December is a busy season for work for both Koga and MC so they decided to have a stay in date at MC’s home for today while they have the time. MC received a message from Koga that he would be a little late since the meeting is taking a bit longer to finish.
Meanwhile, MC prepared Koga’s favorite hotpot which is perfect for the cold weather. When the buzzer sounds, MC hurried to open the front door and Koga came with his weight crashing on her.
“Koga, what’s wrong?” MC asks worriedly. It was rare for Koga to be like this.
Koga just kept on squeezing her without a word. MC returned the hug and tried to ask again, “Bad day at work?”
She felt his head nod. “Would you like to head inside to sit down?” MC asked since Koga still won’t let go and the front door was left open.
“Just stay like this for a while.”
After a few more moments, Koga let go and shut the door himself before heading inside.
“It smells good in here,” Koga remarked casually like the incident earlier didn’t happen.
MC heated the hotpot and brought out plates. “So, what happened?”
After the both of them were seated, Koga started to tell her, “A bad work day.”
“Can you tell me more about it?” MC asked.
The two of them already agreed before that if anything is troubling them they should turn to each other. Even if they can’t really help with it, they can lend each other an ear.
“It’s just that my proposal didn’t go as well as I planned. Someone from our team has a different perspective for the project and the team is a little split between the two of us so we decided to discuss it further in another meeting.”
“Ah, I see. So that means you must prepare a more detailed presentation in your next meeting.”
“That settles it. I’m going to make a presentation that will convince them!”
“That’s the spirit! I’ll be cheering you on. And let me guess that you were actually upset because that would make you more busy and not because you aren’t confident of your proposal?”
Koga groaned at her question and continued eating.
“You know you don’t have to worry about that, right? We’ll have some free time later anyway. I’ll be cheering you on until then”
“I know that you won’t mind but of course I also want to spend time with you.”
“Aww, aren’t you with me right now? Staying home like this feels nice once in a while. You know that I also like you when you’re serious about your work.” MC beamed at him. “The food will get cold if you continue staring at me. You fell in love with me again, didn’t you?”
“You’re right. I fell in love with you all over again. I always do,” Koga said and resumed eating.
MC blushed over Koga’s words and quickly resumed eating as well.
…
After their dinner, they moved to the sofa to watch the new movie that MC wanted to watch. Only a few minutes into the movie, MC felt Koga’s head on her shoulder.
MC patted Koga’s head lovingly and said in a hushed voice, “Koga, let’s head to the bed. You must be tired.”
Koga squeezed MC tight and replied, “Let’s just stay like this. I’m sorry, I know that you were looking forward to watching this movie.”
“It’s okay, the movie won’t go anywhere. We can watch it anytime…”
“You can watch it now, but we’ll have to watch it again together later. Just stay like this for now,” Koga continued to mumble.
MC patted his back as he continued to hug her tight. “Alright, we can stay like this.”
The movie continued to play on the screen but all MC could think about was Koga who was holding on to her tight. Eventually, they fell asleep on the sofa while relishing each other’s warmth.
Warnings: NSFW, Oral sex, Vaginal fingering, Breast play, Vaginal sex
Prompt: Snowball fight
Notes: The MC featured in this story is a former traveler that is of age.
Written by: @voltage-vixen
“You can do better than that, Comrade! Surely, that’s not the best the infamous Traveler of Teyvat can do!”
The Harbinger chided teasingly as he dodged the incoming snowball that the Traveler launched at him. The morn of the dawn sky painted the snowy grounds where Childe and the Traveler would spend that early part of the day engaging in a playful (yet fiercely) competitive spar. Once their friendly jest with weapons would conclude (as well as the bickering about who ultimately dominated), the couple would spend the rest of these cold winter mornings curled up on the couch before the fire sipping hot cocoa together. These moments were precious to Childe as not even in his wildest dreams could he assume he would have found such a perfect partner that could keep up with his pining for adventure.
SPLAT!
A chilly and wet sensation inflamed Childe’s cheek, snapping him from the pleasant reminiscing and back into reality. The remains of the snowball trickled to the ground, and his jaw dropped while the Traveler giggled at the sight.
“Aw, were you caught off guard? Best not taunt me again, my love.”
Archons, do I love this woman! Everything about her drew him in like a moth to a flame.
“Not bad, girlie. Not bad at all. Though, you know I can’t allow you to provoke me like that and not expect any retaliation!”
Childe dipped into a crouch, his hands snatching up and curling around mounds of snow before flipping into the air and gently pelting them at his lover in his act of retribution.
“Eek, Ajax! Quit it, that’s cold!” she yelped, her system flushed with shock from the coolness of the snow. “Cease fire, cease fire! I surrender!”
Stepping backwards in a race to dodge the rapid incoming snowballs being hurled her way, the Traveler managed to reach the door of the cottage they shared together. Just beyond the doorway was a launching device Albedo had tinkered with and asked her to experiment around with it during her combat experiences. Though she hadn’t had much of an opportunity to test it out yet, she was certain that returning the fire of snowballs back onto the harbinger would be the ideal situation to gather data from while also attempting to wipe the smug grin from his face. The device was nearly in the grasp of her fingertips. A little farther…..
“Gotcha, girlie!”
The launching device became distant in the traveler's vision as Childe pounded on her and developed her tightly in his grasp as they rolled deeper into the cottage. Her attempts at squirming free were futile, because the tips of his fingers pressed into her hips tighter. A sly smirk flashed onto his face before his fingers explored the lines of her curves.
“Stop it, you know I’m ticklish!” she exhaled between the fits of laughter. “I’ll do anything. ANYTHING!”
“Anything, you say?”
The Traveler gulped when Childe’s gaze traveled to the ribbon of her dress beneath her chest. His fingers abandoned their residence along the definition of her waist, and twirled the bow of periwinkle ribbon around his finger.
“Anything, Traveler?” the hydro vision bearer echoed. “Dare I assume that means I’m allowed to claim a reward as the victor of our brawl?”
Though his inquiry was inquisitive, Childe’s fingers appeared to have their own agenda as they languidly fiddled the ribbon undone. The traveler felt her lower belly flutter in a sweet anticipation of what was to come if she granted consent.
“All you have to do is say stop and I will,” Childe murmured, his sight locked dead on to the woman pinned beneath him. “Demand I stop now, and I shall. I would never want to force harm upon you.”
The harbinger released the ribbon from his grasp and went to withdraw his hand, however, was met with resistance with his lover reaching to cling onto arm.
“Would I ever deny you?” her voice laced in a sultry breathlessness.
The implication of her yearning was clear.
“Very well,” Childe chuckled, shaking his hand free to make haste of that pesky ribbon that was containing the sight of those beautiful breasts of hers from him. “I won’t hesitate to claim my reward now.”
With a swift flicker, the ribbon was untied and the traveler’s breast as they bounced free from their containment. Childe’s lips greeted the soft flesh with his lips; his teeth biting one of her nipples before stripping the rest of her body so she could lay bare before him. His hands roamed in a descent while his mouth remained occupied. A mewl was uttered and the harmouns melody rang in Childe’s ears when his fingers connected with the wetness already pooling between her thighs. The traverler’s readiness only served to heighten his desires even more; inviting him to plunge a second digit into the woman.
“Those sounds you’re making for me are most pleasing,” Childe crooned, the curling of his fingers lost deep within his lover’s heat eliciting a carnal cry of bliss. “May I indulge in my reward for a tad longer before I grant you release?”
“Oh, Ajax, teasing me is your reward?! But I-,” MC huffed, unable to finish her thought after her utterance of his true name.
The words she had been attempting to voice were fading into the back of her mind, since each pressing kiss was ardent, amorous, and delightful. Every touch, squeeze, and caress that Childe was inflicting upon her body felt beyond sensational and drove her to melt into a helpless putty in her lover’s arms.
A groan of content escaped from MC’s lips as the pad of Childe’s thumb circled the bud of her womanhood; the friction teasing at the sensitive flesh joined with the thrusting of the harbinger’s dexterous fingers. Her back arched in sync with each movement until the warmth of her spasm shook the very core of her being with such a fierce intensity, the weight of MC’s head collapsed back down into the groove of the mattress underneath her.
There wasn’t often a sight that captivated Childe’s regard, yet the woman laying before him still managed to capture his adoration like each time was their first . The messy curls of her hair sprawled across the fabric covers, which were dampened by the perspiration from MC’s skin. Eyes coated with lust, her bedroom eyes were all too familiar to the man. For he had claimed her time and time again, yet each time felt as exhilarating as fighting a fierce opponent in battle.
“Ajax?”
MC’s soft spoken voice broke Childe from his train of thought. Dropping his gaze to meet hers, MC’s chest exhaled before uttering the words she had so desperately been trying to speak before their well-intentioned conversation had escalated into, ahem, a much needed engagement of affairs to unwind instead.
“Naughty girlie,” Childe coaxed, his tone as soothing as ever. “That was quite the spar. Are you saying that you are unaware of the fire you ignite within me?”
Childe raised his hand to his face, his tongue dancing along the lone finger still glistened in her nectar. Deliberately licking his finger clean with MC as his audience, he slowly extended his finger towards her mouth. Her face flushed a faint tint of pink, but that didn’t deter her from taking his finger into her mouth and sucking on it.
“Can you taste how delicious you are?” Childe probed, his cock throbbing at how enticing his MC was. “Are you naïve enough to believe that anything less than you offering your body to me would be enough to leave me fully satisfied?”
Those were the final words Childe spoke before allowing himself to succumb to his greed. Voice raspy from overcoming with lust, Childe’s eyes glinted while he glanced at MC like she was prey before him. Hunting was a pastime he would often engage in, and with his mark before him, he was on the prowl.
MC’s tongue traced the lines of her lips as he settled his head between the cushions of her thighs. He nipped at her skin with his teeth, intentionally marking her for his own gratification. Her hips were squirming in effort to inch closer to his face, sighing when Childe’s tongue lapped at the bundle of nerves that filled her with delight when devoured.
The Traveler was never one to shy away from a challenge; especially not to the man who was currently ravaging away at her dripping cunt.
However, with the way delectable way Childe’s adept tongue, fingers, and soon to be throbbing cock twitching against her thigh, she figured perhaps there was nothing wrong with surrendering to his cause for the moment and succumbed to the flames fanned by his desire.
The mansion is silent, most of its residents are asleep at this hour. Only the faint notes of Mozart's piano, and the subtle sounds of movement in the kitchen fill the air. Finding the spot next to him empty, Leonardo is hunting through the mansion for his lover, being drawn to the kitchen by a voice and sweet smell.
“I found you,” Leonardo’s voice fills the kitchen as he leans against the door. His precious Cara Mia is humming a tune at the counter, mixing something. Jumping at his voice, she turns to him, a flush covering her cheeks.
“I wasn’t expecting you to wake up,” she murmurs, stepping away from her project to wrap her arms around his waist.
“What are you doing?” He returns the hug, sleepily resting his head on her shoulder, feeling her relax under his embrace.
“I couldn’t sleep and was craving something sweet, so I made cookies.” Leonardo only smiles at the excitement in her voice. Releasing his grip on her, he follows her back to the counter. Sure enough there are two bowls of cookies sitting on the counter, reaching to the rim of one bowl, Leonardo swipes his finger before she can swat his hand away.
“Eating cookie dough raw isn’t good for you!” she lightly scolds, trying to hide her amusement at the vampire’s antics.
“Well then you would just have to take care of me” He murmurs, wrapping his arms back around her and resting his head on her shoulder. He watches as she adds the cookie dough to the sheets, getting it ready for the oven.
“What is this kind?” he points to the other bowl and Mc smiles fondly.
“Gingerbread dough, I made it earlier. I was supposed to make them tomorrow, but since I couldn’t sleep, I figured it would be good to shape and bake them tonight so we just have to decorate them tomorrow.” She explains, adding the last cookies of the first batter to the tray. Leonardo takes the tray from her, placing them in the oven for her.
When he returns to her side, she has the rolling pin out and is getting ready to roll out the gingerbread dough.
“Here let me help Cara Mia” he whispers in her ear, his arms wrapping around her. His hands cover hers on the pin, his warmth surrounding her. Letting out a relaxed sigh, she breathes in his scent, feeling his arms move as they roll out the dough together. She tells stories about making cookies when she was younger, the memories playing in her head. When her voice fades, the only sound is their combined breathing and the faint notes of Mozart’s piano.
“There” She lets out a sigh as they place the rolling pin down, looking at the spread of dough. Moving away to check on the other cookies, she giggles when she turns back to the counter. Leonardo has the small box of cookie cutters out and is trying to choose the best cutter.
“Who said we need to pick one? Let’s choose a couple of cutters to use” she suggests, looking over his arm at the selection. He raises his arm so she can step back under and into his warm embrace.
“How about the classic gingerbread man cutter, a tree and a present?” Leonardo suggests, picking each one up and Mc lets out a nod. Settling back in his arms, she presses each one into the dough, setting them on the tray after. Slowly the tray is filled with an army of christmas cookies. Humming Christmas songs again, Mc smiles when Leonardo’s voice joins in, humming the songs with her.
As the smell of cookies fills the air, Mc hurries over to the oven, pulling out the perfectly made chocolate chip cookies, letting out a grateful sigh.
“I thought I overcooked them, I was so nervous” She comments, leaving them on the rack to cool. She picks up the finished tray of gingerbread cookies, slipping them into the oven as well. Letting out a sigh, she tilts her face up to the ceiling, breathing in the smell of the cookies.
They work together to clean up the mess on the counters, making sure every speck is put away. The gingerbread cookies take the place of the now cooled cookies on the rack. MC hides the plate of cookies for tomorrow. Turning off the ove, she picks up the one extra cookie she made. Sitting on the counter next to the rack, she pulls apart the still semi warm cookie and hands Leonardo half.
“A treat for helping,” she giggles, watching him carefully as he eats the treat.
“Fitting that a sweet girl like you makes such a sweet treat” he whispers, and Mc blushes, her eyes lighting up at the smile spreading across his face. Shutting her eyes, she takes a bite of her cookie, letting the flavors melt against her tongue.
A giggle catches her throat when Leonardo's lips press against hers out of no where.The grandfather clock in the parlor chimes midnight just as their lips part. His golden eyes gaze down at her.
“I love you Cara Mia, now come, let's go back to bed. ”
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC
Warnings: NSFW, Oral sex (female receiving) vaginal penetration
Written by: @voltage-vixen
Prompts: Sleigh ride your partner into holiday bliss & Bodies roasting by an open fire
The village that surrounded the perimeters of Azuchi Castle fell silent as it was the grave of eve on a nipper winter night. Specks of white snow droplets coated the grounds, painting the terrain in a luminescent blanket of ivory fluff. Within the walls of the dwellings that lined the streets of the Oda Clan territory, the villagers slumbered peacefully. Everything and everyone in the town was tranquil-
-Save for the moans and groans echoing from the tenshu of the Great Lord himself.
Flames from the fire cackled, burning an immense heat that elicited tricklets of sweat from the body of Nobunaga’s Fireball as she thrusted her hips again and again while her warlord squirmed beneath her in pleasure. With each roll of MC’s body grinding and tightly clenching the passion between his thighs, Nobunaga’s torso would ascend in attempt to trace his fingers along the curves of his lover, only to be denied by his lucky charm as she would firmly tap his chest back down against the surface of the futon.
“My lord, shall I remind you again? Naughty boy. Tonight, I will be the one to pleasure you.”
To punish Nobunaga for defying her orders, MC ceased her movement; drawing a testy growl from the man who held her heart’s affection. His cock twitched inside of MC in a fit of impatience, forcing her to bite her lip to lull the moan threatening to escape at how damn good Nobunaga and all of his glory felt against the slickness of her walls.
“Once again, my lucky charm isn’t very skilled at keeping her true desires hidden,” Nobunaga crooned, smirking at MC’s slight curl of her mouth. “If you wish to please me, allow me to hearken in the harmony of your angelic voice.”
While pondering the weight of Nobunaga’s declaration, MC’s eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of her head when an abrupt jolt of the warlord’s pelvis ascended to deepen their enjoinment.
“It pleases me when I can survey you from underneath,” Nobunaga crooned, wiggling the arch of his eyebrow enticingly as his gaze shifted towards the bareness of her supple breasts that were jiggling from when her back arched at his recent movement. His words heeded no repeating since MC swiftly propped her chest out and her hands encompassed the soft mounds of flesh. Nobunaga’s voice hitched; memorized by the marvelous sight of her fingers kneading the skin he longed to caress.
“You drive me crazy,” he breathed, his confession nearly bordering along the lines of a plea. “You’ve left me ravenous for you. Satisfy me and allow your lord a taste. I shall not heed in anticipation naught a moment longer. Take your rightful place upon my mouth.”
Eager of the naughtiness she knew was about to be instilled upon her, MC dug her nails into the sheet of the futon. Crawling up the length of Nobunaga’s body, she paused once settled over his face and braced herself. MC gasped when Nobunaga’s hands cupped the mound of her ass and pulled her down where his tongue was zealously awaiting.
“Ah, yes, Nobunaga!!” she screamed at the blissful intrusion of him assaulting her. “Yes, eat me for as long as your heart desires. Grant me the release to cum, my lord. Taste what I have to offer. Lick me clean until my nectar quenches your thirst.”
Nobunaga’s tongue grazed along at her walls; his pace leisurely, yearning to stall out the session of pleasing. Not wanting to leave any part of her body neglected, Nobunaga’s teeth found the velvet of her folds. His gentle nibbles earned a moan of gratification from MC from the thrill the delightful friction was eliciting. Teasingly grazing his nose against the swell of her clit, the warlord’s large palms traveled to the sway of her breasts, murmuring in delight as he toyed and squeezed while her hips snapped into a rhythmic bounce and carried on with her mission of vigorously riding him until the both were left content.
The electric of each one of Nobunaga’s fondles were only turning MC on more and more. She grew wetter and wetter, eventually feeling a pool of her wetness drizzle onto the inner surface of her thigh. MC’s eyes half-shut when the onset of fluttering in her lower belly pushed her into the brink of a delirious state.
With MC’s body jolting from the waves of electricity, she collapsed down beside Nobunaga’s side and snuggled under his arm. Her head rested on the perspiration trickling down his chest. The embers of the flames continued to burn hot, yet paled in comparison to the heat scorching through Nobunaga’s frame.
“My greedy girl,” Nobunaga hummed, his lips curling in amusement at the way MC was provocatively gaping at his naked torso. “Are you already prepared to engage in more sweetness? I myself am ready. No matter how often we make love, I could never grow disinterested in you.”
Their gazes locked upon one another, and the obvious passion was coated in MC’s eyes. Words were not needed to express consent since MC nodded in haste, curling her fingers to fasten her grip onto his shoulders. Lifting her hips to align with Nobunaga, the woman gasped when the thickness of his erection stretched her. Immersed with the newfound fullness inside of her, MC stroked the side of Nobunaga’s cheek and met his gaze.
“You’re not the only one who could never grow disinterested either, my lord,” MC asserted. Wiggling her hips in encouragement, MC’s eyes disappeared into the back of her head when Nobunaga eventually did thrust forward. Nothing else around them mattered as the heat of their bodies rose.
Fulfilling the inclinations of their mutual pining became their only objective as they crashed into each other. Over and over, each thrust became more desperate to satisfy the magnitude of their cravings.
As snowflakes continued to drape the town’s structure and chill the air outside, the outpour of heat continued to incline in the tenshu, even long after the burning flames of the roasting fire ceased in the wee hours of the early morning.
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Hi! I’m a bit confused with the prompt list. When I opened it through my dash, Fluff List 2 took me to a post with angst prompts in it. But when I opened it through your blog, it took me to a Christmas prompt. Which one is correct?
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That's so bizarre! The Christmas/holiday themed one is the correct one. Thanks for letting us know about that by the way.
