#for me he’s got heart eyes and hands as light as a feather 🥰

[wildsaltair]

not pictured: me lying at his feet in a melted puddle of desire

[dee-writes-anime]

Hello ! How you doing ?

I noticed that your requests are open, so i'm gonna yap about my favorite Winged Hero: Keigo !

I always think about reader being in a relationship with Hawks, but she feels like she doesn't really belong with him. He is famous, popular and very loved by his fans, meanwhile she likes to live a calm life, only talking and getting involved if someone reaches for her first.

Reader intends to break up with him, but his bird brain got a different message about it: he thinks she just needs more attention and more courting gifts.

So now reader has a collection of shiny rocks, lots of scented blankets and shirts, and a nonstop whistling Keigo around her.

I just really love the idea of Hawks tagging himself as a No refund Partner 🤭

(Feel free to ignore this, if you don't like it. Sending you lots of love, your writting is amazing 🥰)

No Refunds!

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami i x Reader

SUMMARY You fear that Keigo's fast-paced life is too much for you and try to take a step back, but it doesn't seem to work out that well for you. It's just too bad Keigo doesn't believe in refunds.

CONTENT WARNINGS quiet reader, hawks being a literal bird

AUTHORS NOTE hope you all enjoy more of our feather-winged hero because, based on these requests, y'all can't seem to get enough of him!

You’d imagined this moment for weeks—a careful plan to untangle yourself from the wings of a man who seemed to live a world apart from your own. Keigo’s life was a loud one, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, bright interviews, fans hanging on his every word and movement. You couldn’t shake the feeling that he belonged somewhere out there, in the heart of the storm, while you were left holding onto calmness, craving quiet.

So you’d practiced your words, rehearsed in the mirror, hoping to explain it gently: Keigo, you’re amazing, but I don’t fit into this life. You deserve someone who can keep up, who thrives under a spotlight.

But as you sat across from him in the dimly lit corner of your apartment, watching him devour his meal with an unshakable confidence, all those carefully chosen phrases began to slip away. The man was impossible to ignore, so vividly alive in his unbridled energy, his mouth curling into a familiar, teasing grin every time he caught you looking. It was like trying to capture a gust of wind in your hand—the moment you thought you had him pinned, he shifted, always a step ahead, eyes twinkling with that irreverent humor that made your heart ache.

“Keigo, I just…” you began, feeling your courage falter under his steady gaze. He didn’t miss a beat, his fork pausing in midair as he gave you his full attention.

“Go on,” he said, his voice low but attentive, his eyes narrowing with a glint of curiosity that warned you he wasn’t going to let anything slide by unnoticed.

You took a breath, trying to anchor yourself. “I just… sometimes I feel like I don’t really belong in your world,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

The words hung in the air, and Keigo stared at you, unblinking, as if you’d just told him something in a language he didn’t quite understand. After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle, eyes shining with that familiar, playful disbelief. “You? Not belong with me?” He shook his head, leaning back in his seat with that cocky, amused grin that somehow melted the tension in the room. “I don’t buy that, not for a second.”

Your heart twisted painfully, but before you could explain, he shifted closer, closing the space between you with the effortless grace of a hawk zeroing in on its mark. He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your cheeks warm, a hint of softness underlying his typically mischievous gaze.

“Listen,” he said, his voice a soft murmur, “if you’re worried about keeping up with me, don’t be. You ground me, you know? Not everything has to be about the spotlight.” He leaned in, and his thumb brushed your cheek, a gentle, fleeting touch that left you breathless. “You’re my calm in all the chaos, you know that?”

Your resolve wavered, and all you could manage was a quiet nod before he kissed your cheek, lingering just long enough to leave a warmth behind. As he left that night, your mind kept replaying that look in his eyes—a flicker of vulnerability that felt strangely out of place on him.

The next morning, you woke to find something glinting on your bedside table. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and there it was—a smooth, shining rock, no larger than your thumb, with flecks of gold swirling through its charcoal-gray surface. You reached for it slowly, as if it might vanish at any moment, the unexpected gift settling warm and solid in your palm.

A small folded note rested beside it, scrawled with Keigo’s messy handwriting: Something pretty, just like you! – K

You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up, though it came with a pang of sadness. So this was his response? He wasn’t angry or upset; instead, he left a little piece of beauty for you, something that made you feel strangely… cherished. As if he was whispering, See? You’re part of my world. I want you here.

If only he left it at that..

The next morning, as you opened your front door, you found a Hawks-branded bag stuffed with the coziest-looking items imaginable. Luxurious blankets, soft enough to melt in your fingers, with colors that reminded you of his wings—deep crimsons and warm golden yellows. There was a plush feather-shaped pillow tucked inside, soft and inviting, as if he’d tried to bottle the feeling of his own feathers just for you.

Another note, taped to the top of the bag: For when you want a cozy night in, courtesy of your favorite Winged Hero.

In a daze, you pulled the pillow out, feeling the way it seemed to form to your touch, soft and strangely comforting, like you were holding a part of him in your hands. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, though it was tinged with disbelief. Hawks, your Keigo, was attempting to make your space his nest—one soft corner at a time.

You weren’t sure what to think. The gifts kept coming, like waves lapping persistently at the shore, never once relenting. Soon, you had a growing collection of glimmering stones, each unique in color, shape, and size. Some had ribbons tied around them, others were polished to a glassy sheen. By the end of the week, you could open your own boutique: Hawks’ Feathered Finds.

It was almost funny, in a way, how Keigo’s gift ideas seemed to expand. If the shiny stones weren’t enough to convince you of his commitment, the silky blankets and cozy pillows that soon followed would certainly drive the point home.

But as much as the blankets were a nice touch, that wasn’t enough either. No, Keigo’s gifts evolved in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Not satisfied with just leaving inanimate reminders of himself, he began to bring his own shirts, freshly washed and scented with that clean, faintly spicy cologne that was unmistakably his. Each time he left one, it felt like he was marking his presence all over again. When you came home one day to find three different button-ups hanging over your chair, neatly folded with another note—“So you won’t miss me too much”—you realized how completely he’d misunderstood your meaning.

And it didn’t stop there.

You started hearing bird calls, from sharp whistles to melodic chirrups, each one distinct and practiced. They’d come at random times during your day, clear and unmistakable, carrying across rooftops or echoing down quiet streets. Keigo would appear out of nowhere with a casual “Hey,” as if he hadn’t just called you over like a sparrow to its nest. Once, you looked out the window and spotted him standing on the rooftop opposite yours, watching you with that familiar spark of mischief in his eyes as he gave a gentle coo that made your cheeks flush.

Then there was the food. Keigo made it a habit to bring takeout on the evenings he knew you were working late, showing up with your favorite dishes and a grin that always promised a good story to go along with them. He’d kick off his shoes like he’d lived there forever, settling in as if he belonged, yet somehow always a little hesitant. You could tell he was waiting, looking at you as if searching for any sign that his gifts were having an effect.

Finally, one evening after he’d tucked a particularly soft blanket around you with all the precision of a nesting bird, you couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly are you doing, Keigo?”

He looked up from where he’d just finished arranging the folds of the blanket on your couch, his feathers twitching at your question. “What do you mean?” he asked, his amber eyes wide with feigned innocence.

“Keigo…” you said, trying to hold back a laugh as you gestured around your apartment, now cluttered with glistening stones, colorful feathers, and shirts that still carried his scent. “You’re… making a nest in my apartment.”

His wings fluttered, a small chuckle escaping as he scratched the back of his head. “Guess you could call it that.” He crossed over to where you sat, his gaze growing softer. “But I’m just making sure you know you’re not going anywhere.”

You shook your head, equal parts amused and bewildered. “I… I don’t think that’s how it works.”

Undeterred, Keigo leaned in, his head tilting down just slightly so his eyes met yours, the mischief in them mingling with something warmer, something that pulled at your heart. “Maybe not,” he murmured, his tone more serious than you’d ever heard. “But I don’t give up that easily. You don’t just get to decide you’re going to leave, y’know?”

A small pang tightened in your chest. How could someone like him, someone whose life glittered with fame and thrill, expect to keep someone like you by his side? Yet, looking into his eyes, you saw something deeper, even a little vulnerable, as his thumb traced soft circles over your hand.

“Keigo… I’m not…” you began, trying to find the words. “I just… sometimes I feel like I’m not cut out for this, like I don’t belong in this world of yours.”

He watched you for a long moment, his gaze gentle but unwavering. “Sweetheart,” he said softly, his wings rustling, “you’re not holding me back. You’re the calm in my storm. And I’m not about to let that slip away.” His hand tightened around yours just slightly. “Besides, I never heard any rule about ‘no refunds’ not applying to relationships. So guess what? You’re stuck with me.”

You looked around, taking in the stones, the blankets, the shirts—this strange, feathered haven he’d created around you, like a nest meant just for the two of you. You hadn’t realized you’d been dating an actual bird until now, and it hit you with a surprising warmth, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, you did belong here after all.

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@surielstea

[hanafubukki]

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Summary: Malleus Dreams.

Pairing: Malleus X Reader

Notes: Something I wrote quickly that's been on my mind lately.

Malleus was happy. It’s been awhile since the last time he was this happy.

He had you and the children.

He had Lilia, Silver, and Sebek.

He can’t remember the last time he was truly this happy.

He watched as you laughed with the children and got them ready for bed.

Malleus.

What he didn’t expect was this voice in his head. It was constantly calling for him.

Malleus.

You have to wake up.

Wake up? He was awake. Maybe the stress of being King had gotten to him after all, Lilia did mention taking breaks was needed at times. Maybe, the family can take a vacation to…

MALLEUS!

Malleus turned around. It was you.

But how? Your form was flickering.

“Beloved?”

Malleus turned around, you were looking at him confused.

“What wrong, love?”

Malleus, it’s not real. You have to wake up.

No, of course this was real, why wouldn’t it be? He had everything he ever wished for right here.

Malleus, please.

The falter in your voice made him pause.

You were crying. He realized as he turned back to you. You were crying for him…because of him.

I don’t want to loose you. You have to wake up.

He went to you, of course he did.

You were always the bright light that attracted him.

As he moved towards you, the world around him started to shatter.

He place a hand on your cheek, his hand nearly phasing through you.

it was as if you were fading away from him.

Malleus, you have to wake up.

“How can I? After all I have done?”

You raised your hands and cupped his hand, leaning your cheek against his palm...he can barely feel you now, almost as light as a feather. 

It will be okay. I’ll be by your side through it all. You won’t be alone. I won’t let you.

How can he refuse? More like, has he ever been able to refuse you?

He leaned his forehead onto yours.

“How can I refuse?”

You can’t. You giggled through the tears choking you.

Malleus closed his eyes and gave in.

When Malleus next opens his eyes, it is to you. 

Above him, with tears dripping down your face, it was as if the stars themselves reflected in your eyes.

“You’ve returned.” You say softly.

“How can I not when you have called for me?” He returns just as soft.

You laughed and started kissing him on his eyelids, his forehead, his cheeks, and his lips.

How can he not return to you?

Home is where the heart is, and you have always been a home to him.

I had a thought of what if Malleus fell asleep and dreamed of his ideal world and this was born. 🥰💕 I hope you enjoyed.

[jackles010378]

Wait Till I Get Home

Requested by Anon: Could you do a fic where the reader teases beau by sending sexy pictures while he is at work and says whatcha gonna do about it now lol and he shows her how it’s going to be please

I hope this is ok for you 😊

(Beau Arlen x You)

Y/n gets bored whilst Beau is at work, that is until she decides to send some not so innocent texts to Beau 😜

Warnings: contains smut 🔥 and fluff 🥰

Minors DO NOT INTERACT‼️🔞

Y/n stared at the clock, bored out of her mind as she lounged on the couch. Beau was at work, and she had the whole house to herself. A mischievous grin crept across her face as an idea formed in her mind. Why not have a bit of fun and spice up Beau's day at work?

She quickly got up and headed to the bedroom. After a few minutes of rummaging through her wardrobe, she found the perfect outfit - a sultry black lace lingerie set that she knew Beau would love. Y/n pulled out her phone, set the timer, and struck a pose in front of the mirror. Click. The first saucy photo was taken. She changed her pose Click, the second picture was taken. Y/n carried on till she had a decent amount of photos to send and tease Beau with.

She scrolled through the photos, selecting the ones that she deemed the steamiest. With each click, her confidence grew, and she felt exhilarated by the idea of surprising Beau with these daring photos. Y/n knew she was pushing the boundaries a bit, but she also knew that Beau wouldn't be able to resist.

After selecting the best shots, Y/n attached them to a message for Beau. She added a teasing caption to accompany the photos and hit send. As soon as the messages were delivered, Y/n felt a rush of excitement and nerves. She couldn't wait to see Beau's reaction.

Meanwhile, Beau sat at his desk, buried in work. His phone buzzed, indicating a new message. Curious, he picked it up and unlocked the screen. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the photos that Y/n had sent. Beau's heart raced, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

He quickly composed himself, realizing that he couldn't let Y/n have all the fun. Without missing a beat, Beau typed out a reply, matching Y/n's boldness with his own saucy message. The playful banter between them escalated, each message more daring than the last.

As the day went on, the exchange between Y/n and Beau became hotter and hotter. His last message sent a shiver down her spine "Wait till I get home darlin'! 😏"

By the time Beau arrived home, the tension between them was palpable. Y/n was there waiting for him, still wearing the black lace underwear from the photos she sent him.

"Wow, what's gotten into you?" Beau asked, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. Y/n simply shrugged innocently, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. But the sly glint in her eyes betrayed her.

Unable to resist any longer, Beau closed the distance between them and pulled Y/n into a heated kiss. The spark between them ignited, fuelled by the anticipation and desire that had been building all day. Y/n's plan had worked perfectly. Beau couldn't keep his hands off her, his touch setting her skin on fire.

Beau pulled away from the kiss only to fling Y/n over his shoulder. Y/n let out a small yelp "Beau, put me down" he slapped her ass making her yelp again. "oh no darlin, i told you you were going to pay for sending those photos". Beau dropped her at the foot of the bed, slowly removing his jacket that he had yet to take off. A nervous feeling was rising in y/n stomach. she had never seen Beau like this before, the lust in his eyes, the darkness that took over him.

He dropped down to his knees in front of her, his hands slowly creeping up her thighs with feather light touches. Her skin trembling with anticipation. He looked at her with complete dominance "I need you to lay down for me sweetheart" he said in that deep husky voice that drove her wild. She did as she was told, moving further up the bed to get comfortable. Beau painfully ran his hands up her thighs to pull at her now soaked panties "damn darlin, your soaked already, I've barely touched you". He pulled them down her legs as he stared at her dripping core.

The light kisses he was leaving on her thighs was making her squirm already. She was getting nervous and excited at the same time. Her hands fisted the sheets as he made contact with her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling, his teeth nipping, his lips sucking. Her head falling back further into the pillow as the sensation of his actions took over. Her moans spurring him on, he inserted a finger. Her gasp telling him he had found the right spot, he inserted another finger curling it upwards. Beau wasn't wasting any time, she has plagued him all day with those pictures. He could feel her walls starting to pulsate around his fingers, an evil thought came to his mind.

Just as she was about to climax he stopped. Y/n looked up in shock. Beau had never denied her before. "Thats for teasing me with those saucy photos y/n, I told you I'd make you pay" he said as he looked at her with the biggest smirk on his face. Y/n sat up in a huff, all riled up. Beau couldn't keep a straight face "don't worry sweetheart, the nights not over yet". The blush that crept up y/n cheeks was undeniable.

Beau stripped out of his trousers and shirt. Y/n sat up on the bed admiring the man she fell in love with. He approached her caressing her cheek lightly "your so god damn beautiful". She could never get use to him complimenting her.

He kissed her deeply as he pushed her down, caging her underneath him. He had shimmied his boxers of as he kissed her. "you know I wanted to punish you for making me blush at work, but I just can't do it. I wanna take my time with you, savour every touch, every kiss, your beautiful moans" with that said he sheathed himself inside her. Her eyes rolling at the feeling of him filling her completely.

He got lost in the way he felt against her warmth, the way her face contorted with pleasure, the way he could tell she was getting close. With each delicious drag in and out of her, Beau thought he had died and gone to heaven. "Beau, go faster, please" she asked him. He crashed his lips onto hers as he picked up the pace, both of them becoming breathless. Her walls pulsating, his cock was throbbing. He knew she was close but it felt like she was holding back "come for me darlin" she placed a hand on his cheek "together" she replied.

They came hard, and together. Beau couldn't quite believe it happened. It was the most euphoric feeling he had ever had. He collapsed to the side of y/n, both trying to get their breathing under control.

As they lay tangled together in the aftermath, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Boredom had turned into excitement, and she knew that their love was as fiery and intense as ever. "I love you Sheriff Beau Arlen" he grasped her hand bringing it to his lips "I love you Y/n L/n, Always".

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @nescavaneck @angelbabyyy99

[amiserableseriesofevents]

[ tip-toe ] for a kiss on the forehead for clegan please ? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

(I did not forget about you! I just had to decide which scenario to go with 🥰)

Something's wrong.

Bucky's dreaming of something pleasant, for once, and yet he startles awake when a voice in his dream whispers him that. Something is wrong.

Sleep still fogs his mind, battling with the alertness the rest of his body is feeling — ready to jump, run, fight. There are things that never go away, no matter how much time comes to pass; he knows he's needed somewhere, he just can't understand where.

Is this England? Or is it Germany?

One bleary look around the room and the answer comes to him, his muscles relax, he draws a breath; home, he's home. A farmhouse in Illinois, a porch, a cat. Buck.

It's summer so they left the windows open, a cool breeze rustling the soft gingham curtains as the moonlight shines silver on the hardwood floor, on the plain wallpaper, on the empty mattress to his left.

So, that's what's wrong.

Groaning and stiff, Bucky stands — maybe he's getting too old to sit in weird and uncomfortable positions all day, sculpting furniture for their home. "Buck?" He calls even if he knows he won't get any answer.

He looks for the t-shirt he didn't bother to put on when they went to bed, it was too hot to care, but he can't find it where he's sure he left it discarded on the floor, and feels a sudden pang at his heart; he knows what it means.

Silently as he can he makes his way to their bathroom, and sure enough he finds the door ajar. The lamps are off but the moonlight shines here too, solemn and pure, tinting Buck's hair silver just as much as sunlight usually tints it golden; he's in the empty bathtub, legs hugged to his chest, chin resting on the bony knees — his legs still look the same as they did when he was a teenager, Bucky discovered it a few years ago when they found a box of old pictures from the things Gale brought back from his Ma's. The same sharp lines and lean muscles, the same soft hair and silver scars.

He's wearing Bucky's shirt, as he'd suspected, the too long, too large sleeves covering him up to his elbows, the wide collar exposing the pale skin of his chest, covered in goosebumps even if he's sweaty. He's staring into nothing, eyes gleaming in the moonlight, breath a little hurried.

"Buck," Bucky tries again, approaching him slowly. "How are you doing?"

("Are you ok?" Is a stupid question neither of them asks the other anymore in times like this, they don't feel the need to lie to each other nor to hide their pain.)

"Nightmare," is Buck's answers but it still feels Bucky with relief; he's coherent, albeit still distant, which means the worst has passed.

"You didn't wake me up."

"Didn't wanna. Didn't scream."

Buck takes another shuddering breath. "Got your shirt, got here. Safer."

Bucky steps closer, kneels next to the tub. He cards a hand through Buck's hair, light as a feather. "I know. Do you want to come back to bed now or do you want to stay here a little longer?"

"Bed."

"Alright," Bucky says, and helps Buck step out of the bathtub. He makes a gesture as if to pick him up, bridal style, but the other scoffs and glares at him — which is another good sign, in Bucky's book.

Once they're back in bed Buck tries to turn his back on him and curl on himself, enveloped in the fabric hug of Bucky's shirt, but Bucky won't have any of it. He pulls Buck towards him and manhandles him until he's laying on his side, one arm across Bucky's chest and one leg across his thighs, bent at the knee.

"But you'll be hot," Buck says even if he's already cozying up, chin on Bucky's shoulder as the other man holds him closer and strokes his back slowly as he knows Buck likes it. He looks up at Bucky with half-lidded eyes, distant for he's falling asleep and not for the plaguing nightmares anymore; there's even the hint of a smile on his lips.

Bucky shushes him, plants a soft kiss on his damp forehead. "Nevermind that. Now you go back to sleep, I'll keep the night at bay."

Reassured, Buck closes his eyes. "Until dawn comes," he murmurs, disjointed and nonsensical.

"Until dawn comes," Bucky responds.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Naughty Love

Naughty Love

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

Pairing:  Elbert x July

Part of : Kinktober hosted by @xxsycamore

Prompt :  2. Gloryholes  |  Handjobs/Fingering  & 28. Biting/Marking  |  Jealousy/Possessiveness  & 30. Cockwarming/Somnophilia  | Foreplay/Aftercare focus

Tag:  Established relationship Possesiveness Soft Sex Body worship Fingering Cockwarming Aftercare Fluff       

Word Count : 2.910

Author’s Note: Happy Halloween. 🎃

A special evening deserve a special story featuring a masquerade ball nit quite going as planned and a revelation of feelings so deep to blur the lines betwen trick and treat as the bond of the two resident pretty dolls deepen behind closed doors and their heart grow closer under the spell of love. 🥰

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@nightghoul381 @william-rex @writingwhimsey

@fang-and-feather @moonstruckmelancholic

@wistfulwanderingone @rjthirsty @ike-garden2024

@jollibeeshappiness @starzyquee              

@maeko-kun @lichtluv @rkmaru

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was the a very special night and the palace was alike the town adorned in such way to give it an even more imposing aura than ever, in truth Ellis really did gave out his very best with the decorations claiming that like that everyone would have surely been happy, at that Jude had bitterly retorted it really didn’t matter gaining a light derisive scoff from Roger who pushed him to ease up, to break the upcoming fight Liam stepped in but got caught up in the excitement of the result of a never seen before match, at that point Harrison stepped in to calm the two contestants but there was no need to for William soon called everyone inside claiming he had important missions to discuss with them all.

Alfons had seen through all the ruckus but hadn’t stepped in, part of him wanted to see the two fighting and amuse him while the another was far too busy listening to his old friend's rehearse what he had to say pacing all around the garden so much Alfons was getting tired in his stead.

Elbert in the meanwhile deaf to all the mess going on turned to look at Alfons, sitting lazily on a sette adjusting the white bandages of his costume, pronouncing that words that his panic made wrap around his tongue in such silly ways that made laugh even him, if not for how nervous he was at the prospect of telling them to her.

“Tlic or trit.”

His determination didn’t faltered even in the face of Alfons clear resignation, not minding the heavy sigh escaping his lips Elbert resumed his walking mulling over the words stopping in his track only when his old friend’s gloved hand pulled him in to sit on the armchair in front of the settee.

“My my what should I do with you ?”

“It was wrong wasn’t it ?”

“A speck dear Elbie … but don’t look so deflated.”

As he spoke Alfons fingers reached to adjust the fluffy ears on Elbert’s hair, before trailing on his cheeks gazing into his eyes.

“I am sure July would look delighted anyhow, regardless of what you will tell her.”

“But what if I fail ?”

A rush of panic settled in his light blue eyes, at the point they were already getting misty as a forlorn smile curled his lips.

“You won’t, I am sure of it even if you must think so she will never mock you.”

“She is so precious to me.”

The gentleness in his gaze was enough to make the sun shine once more on his features, an endearing sigh that moved Alfons’ heart, his voice unusually soft as he spoke.

“As you are to her.”

To dispel that moment of vulnerability Alfons stepped back, leaning his back against the sofa.

“Now back again think of me as I was her.”

“Can’t you use your powers ?”

The desperation of his friend clear in his voice, usually monotone but now hiding an hint of a plea, Alfons would have gladly helped him but the truth was that his ability had never been useful in deceiving his master.

“Probably yes but the illusion don’t work very well with you and it will be a nuisance to get my gloves off since they are bandaged to my hands.”

As the sun fully set behind the horizon Elbert having collected enough courage to face her, went to fetch her for the party as he promised, after he gazed at Alfons hidden behind a pillar smiling reassuringly at him, Elbert finally knocked properly on her door waiting with bated breath as he nervously fidgeted with the laces of his sleeves.

“Good evenning. It’s me … Elbert … I … have come to accompany you to the party … If you are ready.”

“Oh yes I am, please just wait one minute.”

After a moment that seemed like ages she opened her door, July was always beautiful to him but that night was bewitching, a cascade of teal velvet embroidered in golden to resemble butterflies wings formed her gown collecting up in a tight bodice, in such a way to make her generous bosom stand up, the outfit was completed by a pair of glittering light green butterfly wings attached on her back and a pair of antennae coming from a ribbon hidden in the waves of her raven curls.

“Do … Do you like it?”

July sank her teeth in her bottom lips fidgeting with the hem of her long sleeves a coy smile on her lips as she looked up at him.

“Y-yes. You are gorgeous”

“Thank you I … actually wore it thinking of you.”

There was no bigger praise in the world that could warm up his heart as few words from her did, so much he felt he owed her the compliment that was on the tip of his tongue, no matter how clingy or lovesick he would have looked to be in front of her.

“You look even more bewitching than ever.”

A strange murky desire swam on his eyes as he brushed his thumb on her cheeks, before trailing only a bit on her lips, smiling at the sign of lipstick staining his fair skin.

A plan took root in his mind as he placidly reached to knock again the door behind her back.

“Trick or treat.”

Surprise was clear in July's chartreuse eyes as she looked up at him, vulnerable and beautiful like only a butterfly could be, ready to be caught in his net and treasured in his room, where he would have admired as she flew all around.

“I don’t have any sweets with me.”

“Then I have to play a trick on you.”

His voice suffused with warmth a velvety caress in her ear as he slid his thumb on her cheek before trailing on her neck, taking delight in the way she shivered under him, looking up at him with eyes full of nothing but desire.

“Tonight you are bound to spend every minute with me .”

A confused expression took hold in her gaze, making insecurity begin to flicker in his heart.

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“Oh no please I want.”

The honesty in her gaze made him weak each time as a smile enough to outshine the chandelier light curled her soft lips.

“I am so happy to hear that.”

The gentle way July clung to his arm as he offered it to her was enough to put Elbert at ease, she still wanted him and loved him as he was and he could have never asked for anything better than to be accepted as he was from her, his own and only priceless treasure.

The fact that as much as Elbert would have liked to make July experience the ball hosted in the palace a part of him was too jealous to share that beautiful sight she was with anyone else but him, that evening there was even a full moon night when the Queen of the Night's Halloween flowers bloomed and legend said they enhanced a cursed ability.

In his case it intensified his greed to a degree he scared would have frightened her, but the blissful smile curling her red lips as she brushed her cheek on his firearm looking up at him told a whole different story of an unconditional love nothing could waver, that thought made him smile at the knowledge she loved him as much as he loved her.

To surprise of pretty much no one in fact his more obsessive side won over his rationality and before they could even reach the dance hall he stopped in his track, with the pretext to adjust one of her antennae and fixing his tail.

If it was chance or destiny Elbert couldn’t really say but on the wall in the place they stopped there was hanged a lantern hand painted with butterflies, as if he was under a spell he cradled July face in his hand, careful to not ruin her make up as his thumb traced the contour of her eyes, trailing over the apple of her cheek before settling to brush over her lips.

“Your skin look so soft under the light it look scrumptious.”

The look of pure unbridled affection swimming in her chartreuse eyes made even more bright by the warm light of the lantern caught him captive, all the while her fair skin seem to glow like a white-creamy brocade, sweet and soft alike.

“Mind I if took a taste?”

Where he expected to see hesitation at his odd question in her gaze he saw none, putting him at ease, making him fall even deeper in his unstoppable greediness.

“Not at all.”

Not wasting a moment Elbert placed a gentle kiss on July cheeks before trailing on her lips taking delight in the way her fingers clutched his lapels bringing him closer still as he backed her away against the wall, nudging one knee between her legs brushing above her sensitive core.

His skillful hands caressed hungrily down her bodice gripping her breasts robbing a yelp from her lips before diving under her gowns to massage her core from above her undergarments lowering them enough only to slide inside his long digits, his thumb swiftly went to circle her clit, he swallowed her moans as his forefinger traced the outline of her labia before sliding inside her soaked core.

Reluctantly they pulled away from the kiss panting heavily as they regained their breath, a kind of maddening desire glimmered in his eyes as he looked down at her.

“July … I can’t wait any longer … I need you”

“Oh Elbie.”

His ever honest albeit shy confession make her heart swell with affection as she cupped his face looking straight into his eyes.

“Then take me.”

Elbert swift gesture took July off guard making her giggles as he took her hand in his escaping through the halls like two naughty children, still smiling as they reached his room, excitement building up as they slid inside, where he let go of her hand only to lock the door before turning to look at her.

A predator gaze in his eyes as he pushed her on the bed sliding on top of her, his hungry kisses robbing all coherent thought from her mind as he trailed his lips to nibble on her exposed shoulder before travelling to brush over the upper part of her bosom all the while his finger untied the laces of her dress.

Reluctantly he pulled away only to strip down bare for her admiring the way July rubbed her thighs together unable to satisfy her desire, Elbert smiled at every little moan rolling from her tongue as he fully undressed her, too aroused to even thing straight his fingers reached to rub on her clit taking delight in the way she arched under him, spreading her legs giving him a front row seat to her soaked core.

A sight he reacted growling lightly, robbed of any coherent thought Elbert took off her fingers from her clit tracing the outline of her labia smiling as July shuddered at the feather light touch before his ring and middle finger slide into her pussy welcoming them into her warm wet embrace, the sensation made him groan as she arched under him pushing her hips against him, begging him to do more to give her more.

There was nothing else in his mind but the all consuming desire to take her as his, and so he did.

A whimper of dissatisfaction flew from her lips as he took off his fingers lining up his cock with her entranced kissing her as with a jolt of his hips they melted into one, July broke off the kiss grabbing his hair as Elbert greedy lips nibbled on her bosom, shoving his face into her breast as he begin to lick her areola robbing a groan from his lips as her pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, a reaction he rewarded by engulfing her nipple in his mouth flickering his tongue on the stiffened peak all the while his other hand rubbed his thumb on her other preparing it before his lips could her grace it alike.

Panting heavily Elbert pulled back, his skilled fingers caressed down her body, navy blue waves of love driven lust swam in the once clear sea of his eyes as he looked at her, desiring nothing more than to swam and to bathe fully in that gorgeous sight his precious princess was.

“So very beautiful.”

A madness July wasn’t unused to, set in his gaze as he gawked in awe at her, his hand caressing her breast before trailing softly on the plane of her torso clutching then with greediness her soft tummy, tracing her stretch mark he then avidly bent over to lick.

“Deliciously sweet.”

His voice husky and low making her core clench in anticipation as he pushed deep inside her once more setting a slow pace as he gripped her waist with one arm accompanying her movements as her hips arched to meet his all the while his other hands slide between their bodies going to caress her clit, smiling like a madman at the feeling of her juice dripping over his wrist and soaking his balls at each slap of them against her cunt.

“You are so … beautiful.”

Elbert voice was deep with lust glimmering in his darkened eyes as he gazed down at her, drinking in her sight, an utter mess a very loved thoroughly beautiful incomparable precious doll all his to love.

“You are mine … all mine.”

“And you ?”

July gentle voice seem to break through Elbert daze like state enough for him to smile gently at her brushing his nose on hers.

“I am yours too … never forget that mon amour.”

Her nickname did nothing but fuel July to give him more, not shying away from reciprocating his affection she begin to move her hips against his matching his faster pace, moaning loudly to make him know how good he was making her feel.

“Ahhh … please ... anf … deeper. I want to feel you … all of you.”

“I want to melt into you too … ahhh … please allow me.”

“I do too. I beg you give me more mon prince.”

Elbert's movements were become erratic as he was getting closer to his climax at each thrust, a growl slipped from his lips as her nails clawed his back, July wrapped her ankles behind his back while he continue to push into her, desiring nothing more than to see her coming undone under him, because of him, before him so he could finally let himself come feeling her cunt milk him for all he was worth.

“Oh Elbie I am close… ahhh please let me.”

“Nghh July … please … ahh wait for me.”

A rush of pleasure ran through her body shaking under him as her folds fluttered around him, welcoming each swallow thrust of his as he came painting her walls white with his seed seeping from his throbbing cock, melting with her own juice oozing out from her core.

Gently he lowered her on the bed, slumping on his side of the bed while his head went to lean on her soft bosom.

“I … apologise if I hurted you.”

“Oh Elbie.”

Elbert looked coyly up at her, the stark contrast between the passionate madness of before and the gentle kindness of that moment made July smile as she gently brushed her fingers between his soft platinum locks.

“You could never.”

“I … am glad to hear so.”

A strange light glimmered in his eyes as he raised to place his head on the pillow next to her, brushing his fingers on her cheeks as he gazed intensely at her.

“Because I have no intention to stop anytime soon.”

The surprise written in July's chartreuse eyes set him in disarray, Elbert feared he was asking too much of her, maybe she didn’t wanted to, he had tired her so already, his racing thoughts spilled in a a shy confession he made caressing a ringlet of her raven locks unable to met her eyes.

“If you want to of course.”

Only her sweet melodic voice was able to pull Elbert out of his reveries, as ever, while he succeeded in collecting enough courage to look up at her, meeting July light green eyes filled with affection and a smile ten fold brighter and warm than the sun ever could have been.

“Oh yes … please do whatever you want with me.”

Like an obsessive cat he nuzzled closer to looking straight into her eyes as he spoke.

“Can we stay like this a little longer ?”

“Of course we can.”

Gently she laid on her right side letting adjust around her, moaning at the feeling of his cock shifting into her, mewls soon broken off in giggles as July felt Elbert's elegant fingers tickle her hips.

“That’s not fair”

“You look so pretty when you laugh. I wanted to see more of it.”

July smiled as Elbert's arms wrapped around her, she gazed straight into his sea blue eyes crinkled with affection only for her, purring as he brushed his fingers on her cheek, welcoming his lips as they melted with hers in a sweet kiss they reluctantly broke off from, panting but still holding one another as he gently took her hand in his placing a gentle kiss on its back, like a knight submitting to his Queen, exactly like she felt wit him, spoiled and loved exactly like she did her best to make him feel.

“I love you July to madness with all my heart.”

“I love you too Elbert so very very much.”

Softly Elbert held her close, entwining his fingers with July, looking at the golden bands on their ring fingers, symbol and promise for their unwavering love one he would have never dream of receiving but that he obtained against all odds with her, a gentleness in his gestures as he brushed his nose with hers as they gazed at one another with fond smiles.

[shmothman]

I think I hit send before my ask was ready. I was trying to ask for prompt 7 if you were still taking them. I think I fragmented my sentence and it probably came off weird or rude (I hope not).

No you’re totally good!! No worries 🥰

Hurt/Comfort Prompt List (closed)

7. "I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now."

(I will use this as an excuse to write more feathers. Because I’m reading the manga now.)

Eschaton (vash/reader, 645 words)

There are feathers bursting from his skin: his cheeks, his arm and shoulder, spreading and lengthening with each passing moment. His blue eyes are wide and terrified, half-consumed in some terrible frenzy—he’s fighting against it with everything that he has, his voice hoarse as he screams, begs you to run. But you’re rooted to the spot, not horrified by his transformation but by the pain on his face, his expression twisted in sheer agony; how can you heed his words and abandon him when everything in you is more afraid for him than for yourself? When all you want to do is embrace him?

You take a step toward him, and there are tears in his eyes now as he swipes at the air—claws forming from his always-gentle fingers—with a cry of anguish: get back, please! Your heart is breaking, but you can’t obey him, not now, not when he needs you; he needs you—

He clambers away from you as you approach, your hands held out before you in a placating gesture, words of comfort falling from your lips without any input from your brain; it’s okay, you’re okay, I’m not leaving you.

He shakes his head (feathers catching the movement, long and sharp and beginning to obscure his right eye, white eclipsing blue) whispering a rasping please, please run. But he isn’t going to hurt you, as much as he fears he will, you know this for a fact, more certain than you are of anything in the world, he could never, ever hurt you.

Now he’s covering himself with his arm, with his wing, harsh light emanating from his skin as you kneel before him in supplication—let me help you.

He cowers, sobs, but you don’t shy away. 

A horrified, wet gasp sounds from his lips as you fall into him, arms wrapping round the shaking expanse of his back, feathers soft and sharp and shiver-glowing.

I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.

A loud sob, wrenched from the depths of his chest, one more cry of run.

You’re shushing him quietly, hands smoothing over impossible wings, eyes shut tight against the blinding light. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.

There are tears wetting your shoulder, and then the world is muffled as wings surround you, his body once more visible—twisting, strange, inhuman—not daring to touch you with transformed hands but enfolding you, protective, understanding that you refuse to leave him as the wind rises around you. But your hands are on his back, your lips in his ear, whispering comfort, soothing; finally his arms close around you.

His rasping sob sounds like your name.

And so you stay: your arms around his body and his around you, repeating over and over I’m here, I love you.

The light begins to fade first, dimming, winking out, enclosing you in the darkness of his embrace. He shakes in your hold as shuddering sobs wrack his body, and you don’t think he even notices as, slowly, the feathers begin to retract, as the wings retreat. His nails are blunt now as he clutches at your shirt, gasping apologies into your shoulder. 

He has nothing to be sorry for. 

It’s a long time before he comes back to himself, before his weeping grows soft, before he collapses into you. Before he lifts his head to look into your eyes, expression full of so many conflicting emotions that it makes your heart twist painfully in your chest.

You know what he’s going to say: that you should have run; this was too dangerous; you could have died. And you aren’t naive, you know what he’s capable of; but you also know that he isn’t defined by the destruction, that his transformation doesn’t have to mean that anyone gets hurt. You’ll prove it to him. 

No matter how long it takes, you’ll prove it to him.

[ikeromantic]

Ask 3

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Mitsunari, J is for Jewel, 🥰

Sweet Mitsunari is sweet indeed! Approx. 700 words of gems and true love.

Mitsunari was focused. When his attention was on something, that was his whole world. He could see nothing else. Hear nothing else. Usually his object of interest was a book or a scroll. Some dusty tome that held the secrets of supply lines, fortifications, and sieges. But not today.

The chatelaine watched his hands as he fumbled with the small, latched jewelry box. “I can get that for you,” she offered. Her voice was kind. She understood him so well. 

“I’ve got it.” And he did. The box opened and he drew out a pair of jade earrings. They gleamed in the warm afternoon sun as if they held a light of their own. Mitsunari held them cautiously. “Happy anniversary. Do you like them? I got jade because it is supposed to protect the wearer. And it is the jewel of the heart - like you. I read that once, and it made me think I should get you something of jade.”

She laughed, a sound of joy and pleasure. “They are beautiful.” Her lips brushed his cheek. “I can’t believe you remembered.” 

He hadn’t, of course. Mitsunari smiled bashfully at the adoration in her expression. “Ieyasu reminded me,” he admitted. Dates often flew past him, lost in a sea of dusty pages.

“Mmm, then it was smart of you to ask him for a reminder.” She settled her arms around him with a happy sigh. “But even if you hadn’t, I would. I promised to take care of you, remember?”

Mitsunari chuckled. “I don’t think Nobunaga is holding you to that.”

“Well, maybe I hold myself to it anyway.” 

He grinned so wide his cheek hurts. How did she always make him feel this way? So loved and valued, as if he were her most precious treasure instead of the other way around. “Turn your head?”

She tilted her face so that he could reach her ear. 

Mitsunari bit his lip in concentration. He wanted to get this right. Without dropping the earring or trying to poke a new hole . . . The thin curve of the post felt click between his fingers, ready to slip away. He pinched it tighter and brought the tip to her ear. There, the piercing - and - yes, yes, no-no - yes! The slim metal hook slid through and held, the jade dangled from her earlobe. 

“Beautiful,” he sighed. 

“Yes, these really are lovely earrings.”

He brushed a finger along the curve of her jaw. “You. Not the gems. Though they suit you.” He loved the way she felt when he touched her. Soft as silk and warm as a summer afternoon. 

Her eyelashes fluttered shut with momentary pleasure at the gentle touch. She turned her head to give him her other ear. 

Somehow, placing this second earring felt so much easier. Perhaps, Mitsunari thought, it was because she trusted him completely even though she knew he was often clumsy. She never doubted him, even if she ought to. He slipped the hook through her piercing without a single misstep. Then he kissed the curve of her ear, the jade ornament brushed against his chin. “Happy anniversary.”

When she turned to face him, her eyes shone with that inner light that he loved. More beautiful than the most expensive gem, he thought. It brought him so much wonder even now that she’d chosen him. Loved him. That she could look at him like this, let him hold her. Even after a year, he felt awed by her. 

Her smile lit the room. “You know, the best part of our anniversary is that I get you all to myself.”

“I was going to say that,” he replied, his voice as soft as the touch of downy feathers. 

She laughed softly. “Then let me take your next line too. Can I kiss you?”

“When you look at me like that, I can’t even think of saying no.” 

“Now who’s stealing who’s lines?” She leaned forward, lips brushing his tentatively, shyly, as if she’d forgotten all the other kisses they shared and this was the first one, again. 

Mitsunari pulled her closer, and his kiss held no reservation. He loved her with everything he was, this jewel of his heart. He wanted her to know it.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Body Worship/Praise + "Are you gonna cry for me? Tastes so much fuckin sweeter when you cry." with subby bottom preserum Steve 🥰

😈😈😈😈😈

Shining Star

Warnings: BDSM relationship, mentions of past scenes that are a different tone, modern AU, body worship, dracaphilia but make it sweet, tough babies need soft love too 😤

Relationship: Sub!Preserum!Steve Rogers x Dom!Reader

"Are you going to cry for me, baby?" You whisper against his hip bone. Steve's breath hitches again as you kissed more of his flesh.

"No," he lies even as his eyes burning with tears. His hands shake next to him. You told him to lay back, not move and to relax. You wanted to try something outside of your usual scenes. Steve is used to you using him, playing with him, taunting him while his arousal only got higher and higher, until he was on the verge of cumming or having an asthma attack.

Your lips are barely touching him and feels wrung out already. Every part of him shakes as you keep kissing his skin with a feather light touch. Steve is so used to your firm hand, grabbing his nape or his hips. He loves that you aren't scared to manhandle him around to fit your needs. But the gentleness of your lips on his skin is breaking him into a million pieces.

When the first tear slips down his cheek, he chokes on a sob. He didn't want to cry, but there was no stopping it.

"I love you," you murmur into his knee as you start making your way back up his body. "You are a shining star, Steve Rogers, and I am hopelessly lost without you in my life. You make me selfish, keeping you all to myself like, hiding away your light. But you give so much of it up to everyone, everyday. You care so much. I am in awe of your beautiful soul."

He draws in an uneven breath that rattles his chest, not one that has him reach for his inhaler, but one that has him reaching for you. His fingers fumble for your hands at his waist. He weaves them together, needs to be grounded before he sinks into the depth of your praise.

Steve doesn't know what he feels when you kiss his chest, right over his rampantly beating heart. It's all too much and not enough.

"Please," he squeezed your fingers, the tears still falling. "Can't- I need-"

One of your hands breaks away from his grip to swipe away the tears. Steve watches through blurry eyes as you bring the wetness to your lips and taste him. Another sob hitches in his throat as you hum, lower yourself until your face is right next his. Your nose brushes against his and his eyes cross you're so close, but he needs you closer.

"Tastes so much sweeter when you cry." Your lips bump against with every word you say before you slip your tongue into his mouth. You move the hand his still holding up above his head, pinning him just like you like. He can feel the weight of you against him. It sinks into him, brings a warmth to his body that settles in his bones.

Your tongue moves in and out of his mouth lazily, fucking it like the world has stopped turning. The slow, repeated action heats his blood, makes his cock strain against your hip. He'd been somewhere between soft and half hard for most of the afternoon and now he is finally going to get his release. You break the kiss with a gasp, lifting up your hips just enough to reach for his cock.

The first touch of your palm against his heated flesh brings a fresh wave of tears. Once the gates have been opened, there is no stopping them. Steve cries as you stroke his cock, as you mumble praise into his lips and moan into his mouth like his pleasure is yours.

"Love you," he whimpers. "Love you, please, love, you-you, love."

It doesn't make sense and his voice sounds wet and slurred from crying, but he needs you to know that he loves you too. Before everything slips away and he can't think, Steve needs you to know he loves you with his whole being. His cock is steadily leaking precum and his balls feel tight and he tries to stay relaxed but his muscles are drawing tight, ready to sink into the deep depths of nothingness.

"Let go for me, baby, I've got you."

[jobean12-blog]

Hey are requests open? Because I want to request a Bucky x reader fic where he gives the reader soft neck kisses when he realizes one day that it makes them melt and just fluffy stuff leading up to sexy times? If you can't do it then it's totally understandable and I hope you have a nice day❤❤ Ps, I love your oneshots and series, literally read and reread so many of your work cuz I love them so much and they bring me so much comfort❤❤💗💕💗 and sorry if there are some grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language😅 (oops I rambled sorry about that. I do it often without noticing😭)

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 559

Summary: Bucky's comes back late from a mission but he makes it up to you.

Author's Note: This is for the HBC's @the-ss-horniest-book-club Candy Hearts Club Even and day 4 (feb 15th): I luv you, Kiss me, Page me, Love Me Tender. Again, no actual candy hearts but I did use the words as inspo! Thank you so much for your kind words anon! So glad you're enjoying my work and nevery worry, you didn't ramble at all! HUGS! Hope you enjoy, have a good day! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always!❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you bunches!💕

Warnings: lots of kisses, teasing, Bucky and reader are both cheeky, it's sexy and implied smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @mcavoys thank you so much! 🥰

“Aw don’t be mad doll face. You know I got here as quickly as I could.”

You flatten your palms against his chest and grab fistfuls of his Henley. He smirks when you open your mouth but before you can give him a cheeky retort his lips skim along the delicate column of your neck. It makes your breath hitch and the words die on your parted lips.

You let your head fall to the side and he takes the opportunity to trail feather light kisses down your skin until he meets your pulse point and gently sucks on the soft flesh.

“You’re in big trouble Sergeant Barnes,” you murmur through your gasps.

“Let me make it up to ya,” he whispers into your skin.

He takes your chin between his metal fingers and tilts your head, allowing him better access to your jaw and neck.

“I hate waiting,” you sass.

With a hum he pulls your earlobe between his teeth, only releasing it when you pant out his name and dig your fingers into his biceps.

“The mission ran late,” he murmurs. “But I’m here now and I’m all yours.”

He presses his hips into you and you tease your bottom lip between your teeth, the outline of his hard cock digging into your stomach.

“All mine,” you purr.

You let your hands fall to his chest, fingers wandering over his abs and down to his hips to remove both guns. Your fingertips slide lower, tracing his thigh until you reach the hidden knife and pull it free. You carefully place the weapons on the table and sweep your hands upwards before grabbing the chain of his dog tags.

With a raised brow you drag his face closer. “Better start making it up to me then,” you simper.

His large hands frame your face and his thumb traces your lips. You slide your fingers to his forearms and grip his wrists, guiding his metal hand lower until it settles at the base of your neck.

Blue eyes darken and he lets out a predatory growl, his fingers applying more pressure. He holds you in place and ghosts his warm lips down your throat, tasting your skin every inch of the way. When they reach your collarbone he brushes them softly along it and then upwards until they graze the spot just below your ear.

His jaw tenses when you whisper, “more,” and he tightens his grip around your neck. It steals your breath but not as much as the press of his mouth to yours, which starts out slow and soft but quickly grows desperate with the slide of his tongue between your teeth.

His lips caress yours and you moan into his mouth, arching into his body. The hand around your throat softens its grip and he pulls the sound from you again. Slowly he drops his metal hand and gathers your wrists between his fingers, lifting your arms above your head and pinning them to the wall.

He pulls away and watches your eyes as his thigh spreads your legs, the thick muscle and fabric of his tactical pants creating the friction you need. Your head rolls back along the wall and your eyes threaten to close.

“Don’t baby doll,” he warns. “Eyes on me. I want to see that beautiful face when ya fall apart.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

We come to a close.

TASAUABDUOA;DBAD Thank you so much to @shimmeryspark for doing both Miss Raven’s initial birthday card art and her birthday groovy card art! They both came out looking fantastic thanks to their incredible talent~

I’d also like to take this opportunity to just thank all my readers, and everyone that sent Miss Raven gifts and words of encouragement! 🥰 Like I said in this post, I didn’t initially think many would pay attention to her, so I’m really touched that people are invested in her lore...!

Okay, enough sentimental stuff! Now it’s time to actually close things out--

Once upon a time, there was a lion and a raven.

Though they came into the world on the same day, they lived very different lives. The lion, with his regal mane and natural charisma, commanded admiration from its people. In comparison, the raven was much smaller and more meek. It was easily forgotten, and left to fade into the shadows.

The time to celebrate their birth soon came, and the creatures of the land, sea, and sky began to chat excitedly of it. Surely there would be a grand party, with a mountain of presents to pierce the clouds, and sweets so saccharine their tongues would melt.

Said the lion to the raven, “I shall have a grand ball with the finest of food and frocks.”

Said the raven to the lion, “I shall watch from the wings, for a bird as black as the night has no place at a glittering gala--”

“... Mon dieu, so this is where you’ve been eluding me.”

Her quill stilled.

“Still scrawling a story down, even on this special day? I should have expected nothing less from Night Raven College’s resident storyteller,” Rook noted, stepping out onto the balcony with her. He brandished a fork in one hand, and a slice of cake in the other.

Vanilla flecked with black dots from the bean, with fluffy, whipped cream frosting, and topped with a chocolate crafted in the shape of a feather.

“Yes,” Raven replied nonchalantly, bringing her nib down upon the page again. She said nothing more.

“... Is it that you truly felt inspired by the special occasion, or that you felt compelled to carry on your routine, regardless of the day?”

“I don’t have an answer for that.”

“Fufu. Why not put down the pen and pick up a fork instead?” Rook suggested, offering the cake. “While the dedication to your craft is admirable, surely you would also enjoy a break from burning the midnight oil? If you find that your hands are too tired, I will happily feed you!”

“That will not be necessary, Rook-san.”

To Raven’s horror, Jade appeared on her right--a hand laid over his heart, and his usual fake smile plastered on his lips. She bristled, feathers standing on end, as he inched a bit closer. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Great, just great.

“Miss Raven is one year older, you see--not one year younger. You would be remiss to coddle her as though she were still an infant in need of constant supervision. She has enough agency to act on her own.”

“Of course, of course! I was merely advising that she take the time out of her day to play, not work! Do you disagree, Monsieur Mastermind?”

“... No. On that matter, I will concede.” The gold and olive of Jade’s eyes shifted from Rook to the birthday bird. “He is correct, Miss Raven. The party is not one at all without one of its guests of honor engaged with it.”

“What is this, an interrogation? A mugging?” Raven demanded (only half jokingly, knowing that young men were perfectly capable of both).

“They each carry their own charm!” 

“Let us call it an... intervention. Yes, an intervention.” The eel gestured inside--where bright, warm lights twinkled, music blared, and laughter rang out. Where tables full of food and gifts awaited her. (Raven squinted--was that her uncle creating a pyramid of presents?!) “We wish for you to enjoy yourself... until the clock strikes midnight.”

“Like the story of Cinderella.” Raven glanced down at her unfinished story and sighed. “... But I’m no princess, I’ve got no Fairy Godmother, and certainly no prince. So it’s not really a fairy tale, now is it? Just a daydream, never fully reali...”

Halfway through her melancholic monologue, Jade plucked the papers right out of her hands, leaving only a single sheet behind.

“H-Hey...!! What do you think you’re doing?! Those are MINE!!” Raven cried, balling her hands into fists. She brought them down against the eel’s chest, only to be met with a wall of lean muscle. “Give them back! Rook, HELP!!”

“Hohoh. This development... Monsieur Mastermind, could it be?”

Their eyes met, and they exchanged a mutual nod. 

In that moment, Raven knew that the huntsman would not come running to her rescue.

Jade chuckled, holding the papers well above her head and out of her reach. His lips peeled back, revealing two horrid rows of pointed teeth, as luminous as the moon itself. “Oops.”

The story scattered to the evening breeze. Raven’s head whipped back, following the path of the papers. Cursing loudly, she leapt after them, waving her hands in the air wildly, fingers grasping at corners that narrowly slipped by her.

In the end, she retrieved none of them.

The pages had fluttered away, vanishing into the night itself. To places where not even the moon or the stars touched--and certainly not where she could ever reach them. Raven choked back a frustrated sob, clinging desperately at the only paper that remained...

The unfinished ending.

It creased, the birthday bird shaking with irritation.

“Y--Y-You... YOU GIGANTIC NINCOMPOOPS!! M-My story... My story’s incomplete!! I can’t believe the nerve of you...!!”

Raven was met only with matching sly smiles.

“Then you wouldn’t protest to weaving a brand new story with us.”

[pomegranatearildreams]

THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😍😭💘💓

I absolutely adore and love to pieces the way you write the relationship between reader and Charlie’s characters 😍🤩. And here in this fic with Jax my heart was melting at how Jax was filled with such happiness watching her talk about the thing she loves doing 🥲 All the times he would squeeze his arms around her waist to pull her in even closer to him and how he reassured her that she never needs to feel uncomfortable sharing her stories of her hobby with him AAAAHHHH SO SWEET 😭💓

he’d be damned if he let anybody dim the excitement in your eyes when it came to your hobby. you were already so quiet and private about it that jax didn’t want to push you further into your shell.

he would see how animated you became as you looked over each one. you’d sometimes run your fingers over the feather through the protective casing and a small smile would pull at your lips as you got lost in thought for a moment. it was how he looked at you sometimes. it made you so happy and he wanted to experience that happiness up close and personal. “show me,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter.

and jax watched silently, admiring the way your shy smile was now a full-blown grin and how wide your eyes were with delight. your hands became animated as you began to gesture the way the bird’s wings seemed to move and you were like a little kid all excited about these birds. he felt his heart swell as you went on and on, finally feeling like he had broken through your apprehension to discuss your hobby with him. jax saw a light in your eyes and noticed how quickly you were speaking because you just couldn’t help it since you were so excited. it was like a dam had been broken and now it was all pouring out of you.

it gave him strength on the hard days because he knew he’d get to come home at the end of the day and see you in all your joy.

he racked his brain for questions to ask you just so he could keep you talking and keep that gorgeous light beaming in your eyes.

It was also so incredibly cute when she was taking care of the new bird feathers she had collected and when she was so happy going over her book reminiscing about the times she had collected the previous feathers 🥲🥰

as you washed them gently in a bucket at home, you admired them, enjoying the different colours and patterns they all held and you marvelled at them again when you saw them all laid out next to each other on the towel you left them to dry.

as you flipped through the pages, your eyes shone with recognition as you remembered collecting certain feathers and how excited you were to have found them and your eyebrows even jumped in surprise when a feather came up that you forgot you had. so many memories from different excursions to different places came up in your mind. these feathers held memories to you, almost like a photograph but only one you could understand.

I'm loving Pomegranate Seeds, it's so well written! I have a request, it's a long and detailed prompt so I totally understand if I'm asking too much or you're not interested. Jax and the reader and together and she's nerdy and has some strange interests. She's been told she's boring so she doesn't really talk about what she's into much. One day Jax brings something interesting up and she starts rambling, she goes to stop herself and apologise but Jax is totally into it. Thank you, again, it's long so I understand if it's too much. 🦚

birds of a feather [jax teller]

summary: jax finally gets you to open up about your unusual hobby.

author's notes: first of all, thank you so much for requesting and please don't apologize about it, the more specific a request is, the easier it is to write. i based reader's hobby on your emoji you sent and i hope you enjoy it! 🥰

🦜 also if anyone for some reason gets interested in collecting bird feathers after this fic, please do the research to do it ethically (idk i just feel i have to say this)!!

✂️ thank you so much for your kind words on the pomegranate seeds fic, i worked really hard on it and feedback on it is always much appreciated. if anyone wants to check it out, here's the preview that links all the following parts. it gets updated every monday!

💌 my requests are currently open for the characters i still write for in my masterlist don't know what to request? check out these writing prompts for some inspiration!

nobody understood it and jax didn’t either, but he didn’t have to. seeing the joy on your face was all he needed. it made him happy, so happy that he’d make sure nobody said anything to you to make you stop indulging in your hobby. everyone learned from tig’s mistake when he picked up a pigeon feather from the ground, held it out to jax, and said, “hey jax, why don’t you take this to her as a nice welcome home present?” the sons’ laughter came to a halt when jax grabbed tig by the collar and warned him and the rest of the club to never make those jokes again, especially around you. he’d be damned if he let anybody dim the excitement in your eyes when it came to your hobby. you were already so quiet and private about it that jax didn’t want to push you further into your shell.

you liked collecting bird feathers. you just thought they were so beautiful and you even kept them pressed in a book and went on regular excursions to lakes, beaches, and reservoirs in search of beautiful and rare bird feathers. jax didn’t know what it was exactly that made you so happy about feathers and feather collecting, but maybe it was just like his love for motorcycles, he just liked them and they made him happy.

you had returned home from your latest camping trip you went on with some other friends who shared your interest. you had found a good few feathers that you just had to take home. it had been a good few days camping out, but you were so glad to be home. you missed jax like crazy and you were really starting to miss your bed by the second night.

as you washed them gently in a bucket at home, you admired them, enjoying the different colours and patterns they all held and you marvelled at them again when you saw them all laid out next to each other on the towel you left them to dry.

you remembered the first feather you collected: a peacock feather you got from the zoo when you were a child. the zookeeper had explained that peacocks go through something called molting where they shed their feathers over time and grow new ones. he had given you a feather that had been on the ground in the peacock’s area where visitors weren’t allowed to go. he saw how enamoured you were by the feather and its varying vibrant blue and green hues and long stem. it felt soft to the touch when he handed it to you and there began your feather collecting obsession.

you didn’t speak much about it — the last few people you had brought it up to asked the usual questions: “is that sanitary?” “is that safe?” “won’t that attract a big flock of birds to your place since they can, you know, probably smell them or something?”

of course it was sanitary and safe if you did it properly and the idea of a flock of birds coming after you for a single feather when the bird that lost the one you now owned had grown so many new feathers after it melted was just ridiculous, but there was no use in explaining that to some people. nobody really understood or appreciated your hobby. you had spoken to previous boyfriends about it but by the zoned out looks on their faces and one of them even telling you outright that they were bored, you didn’t talk about it anymore to anybody really. your previous boyfriends weren’t nearly as cool as jax was — he was part of an MC for god’s sake, so it was safe to say he wouldn’t be interested in some bird feathers. you usually evaded conversations about the topic just to make sure you didn’t bore him like you did others.

the fact that you two were even together surprised you. you weren’t into the things he was into like motorcycles, hard rock music, alcohol. you were more into nature, books, and the discovery channel. he was a hell of a boyfriend too and you didn’t want to drive him away by boring him because you felt like you were already walking a tight line with that. the two of you were already too different to be together and you didn’t want to exaggerate or add to the differences. you didn’t want jax to see just how odd of a match you two were already.

you let your mind become occupied with the task of pressing your new-found feathers into your book as you sat on your bed. even if you enjoyed it alone, you still enjoyed it, although it got lonely sometimes being unable to express your favourite hobby with someone you really loved.

as you flipped through the pages, your eyes shone with recognition as you remembered collecting certain feathers and how excited you were to have found them and your eyebrows even jumped in surprise when a feather came up that you forgot you had. so many memories from different excursions to different places came up in your mind. these feathers held memories to you, almost like a photograph but only one you could understand.

as you were putting in the last feather, you heard a light knock on the open door of the bedroom you shared with jax. you looked up and couldn’t help but grin at him. he stood in the doorway with his kutte on and he looked even better than when you last saw him. your memory did not do him justice. he was smiling down at you and that happiness that radiated to you. it had been a few days since you last saw each other before you had left for your trip and seeing him before you now reminded you of how much you missed him. you stood up, rushing over to him and giving him a tight hug which he reciprocated. it felt so good to be home and be back in jax’s strong hold.

“hey,” you said, pulling back from the hug.

he gave you a quick kiss, “hey darlin’,” he smirked at you. “how was your trip?”

“it was fun,” you replied as you untangled yourself from him. it was your usual response: enough to answer his question and not bore him at the same time.

you turned back to where you were working and closed up the book, ready to put it away. it’s not that you didn’t want jax to see but you didn’t want him to think what everyone else thought about you. “how was everything here?” you asked.

jax sat on the bed, looking at you and occasionally glancing to the book in your hand. you were always so quick to close the book and didn’t talk at all about your feather collecting. he had tried to understand if he had done something that made you uncomfortable in sharing this part of your life. “same old,” he shrugged before holding out a hand to you. you took it and he pulled you closer to him. he turned you around and sat you on his lap. “any new finds?” he nodded towards the book.

your bright eyes fell from his and to the book. “yeah,” you shrugged.

jax’s brow furrowed at your lack of response. it wasn’t anything new, but jax didn’t want you to keep this big part of yourself from him. he would peek in sometimes when you’d returned from other trips and were pressing your feathers into the book. he would see how animated you became as you looked over each one. you’d sometimes run your fingers over the feather through the protective casing and a small smile would pull at your lips as you got lost in thought for a moment. it was how he looked at you sometimes. it made you so happy and he wanted to experience that happiness up close and personal. “show me,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter.

your gaze flickered up at him before you let out a nervous laugh, “it’s just a bunch of feathers jax, besides i should probably get up and start making dinner anyways.”

you tried to get up but jax’s grip tightened and you didn’t get very far. “just show me one,” he suggested.

you eyed him carefully and although his gaze on you was soft, his arms around your waist told you he wasn’t gonna let you go without a fight. reluctantly, you turned to the book and opened it up to a random page in the middle. a white feather was fanned out in the page in front of you and the little inscription you put next to it reminded you it was a swan’s feather you had found a few years back.

“it looks soft,” jax commented after you relayed the information to him.

“it is,” you replied, “and swans have so many of them — over twenty-five thousand.”

“seriously?” jax chuckled in surprise and you nodded, a small smile on your lips, “holy shit.”

jax unwrapped an arm from around your waist and turned to the next page to display a colourful mandarin duck feather. it was an odd shape, flat and wide but a beautiful earthy reddish-orange colour with some blue along the left side of it.

“this is from a mandarin duck and it’s just so beautiful,” you shook your head in astonishment, “this blue colour-“ your finger ran along the feather’s outer edge, “-runs all the way up the middle of the duck’s head and they have purple chests and this beautiful orange colour all over,” you explained, marvelling at the mental image of the bird in your head.

“she probably has a hard time staying away from predators though,” jax noted.

“well, feathers don’t always have to do with camouflage and this feather belonged to a male duck,” you explained, “female ducks are usually more grey and brown — but still beautiful!” you added the last part quickly. “the male ducks use their colourful feathers to attract mates during mating season — they do other things too, but they like to put on a show for their potential mates. it’s usually the males who are more colourful or who can do cool things with their wings, like-“ you turned to face jax more and he could get a better view of that look in your eye that he loved so much. “-there’s a bird called a male club-winged manakin and they can sing with their wings!” your eyes lit up and your grin was as wide as ever. it made jax smile too; he couldn’t help it. “it’s so cool, i have to show you a video!” you continued, explaining how the bird went about doing that and how the noise sounded.

and jax watched silently, admiring the way your shy smile was now a full-blown grin and how wide your eyes were with delight. your hands became animated as you began to gesture the way the bird’s wings seemed to move and you were like a little kid all excited about these birds. he felt his heart swell as you went on and on, finally feeling like he had broken through your apprehension to discuss your hobby with him. jax saw a light in your eyes and noticed how quickly you were speaking because you just couldn’t help it since you were so excited. it was like a dam had been broken and now it was all pouring out of you.

however, you came to a halt upon jax breathing out a silent laugh. you stopped and turned to him, catching yourself and realizing what you were doing. panic set in as a million thoughts swarmed you. he was smiling now because he was probably just being nice but he was probably just laughing at you and was realizing how weird all of this was. he was probably wondering when you’d just stop talking already, so you decided to stop before he could cut you off. “sorry,” you shook your head, your eyes returning to your book. you breathed out a laugh to save face as you closed the book but you couldn’t stop the feeling of worry polluting you right now. “i got a little carried away.”

“don’t be sorry,” jax held you tighter to him and stopped you from closing the book, confusion seeping through him. you were quiet and avoiding his eye. “what just happened?” he asked you.

“i just don’t wanna bore you with all of this,” you were forcing a playful smile but jax could see there was something wrong in your eyes.

“you’re not boring me,” he assured you, still confused about where all of this was coming from. jax didn’t understand what he did wrong. he loved seeing you so happy and he was genuinely enjoying the conversation and hearing you talk about this. “did i do something wrong?” he asked, “something that made you not wanna talk to me about this?”

“no,” you protested immediately, “i just know you’re not into this stuff and i know it’s weird and kind of boring-“

“who said that?” he made you meet his eye.

your mouth opened and closed but jax’s stare never wavered, he was waiting to hear who said that to you so he could deal with them. “people,” you finally answered.

jax’s eyes narrowed, wondering if it was anyone from the club.

“old friends, boyfriends,” you named.

jax’s jaw clenched immediately when he noticed the way your eyes dimmed at the mention of them. he would track them all down and make them sorry for whatever they said and did to make you feel like you couldn’t enjoy something you loved. it all made sense to him now. he held you closer to him and looked into your eyes to make sure you heard and understood everything he said, “well, you’re with me now and i like hearing you talk about this. it makes you happy and and i like seeing you happy.”

“jax, you really don’t have to-“

“i want to,” he cut you off, flipping open the cover of the book. he let his chin rest on your shoulder as he stared down at the peacock feather. seeing you happy made everything better and he wasn’t gonna let you shut this part of yourself off anymore. it gave him strength on the hard days because he knew he’d get to come home at the end of the day and see you in all your joy. “now,” jax settled and held onto you with both arms again, “start from the beginning.”

hesitantly, you did and you bloomed like a flower right before jax’s eyes. in a matter of moments, you were going off on various tangents and jax held onto every single word. he racked his brain for questions to ask you just so he could keep you talking and keep that gorgeous light beaming in your eyes.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Serendipity

Serendipity

Fandom: Ikemen Villain

Pairing: Roger x MC

Part of : Ikemen Villain Gift Exchange hosted by @aquagirl1978

Gift for @eventinelysplayground I really hope you may like it 🤗

Tag: Realization of feelings First Kiss Fluff Spicy

Word Count : 844

Author’s Note: A seemingly casual meeting turn into so much more when feelings arise and confession are made discovering love in the most unexpected person who attracted her since the beggining of her stay in that peculiar palace. 🥰

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@nightghoul381 @william-rex @lichtluv

@writingwhimsey @fang-and-feather @moonstruckmelancholic

@wistfulwanderingone @rjthirsty @ike-garden2024

@jollibeeshappiness @starzyquee              

@maeko-kun @rkmaru

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

The sound of the punching bag getting his job done got louder along my heartbeat at each movement bringing me closer to that room, apparently it was a made up gym for Roger and judging by the sound Liam was telling the truth not that I distrusted him it's only that I didn't expect to find it so easily among the maze like hallways of the castle.

I steel my resolve or at least do my best to as I face the massive wooden door, he must have heard me and yet he is pretending he hasn’t.

What a tease.

-How could I have fallen for him ?

A question I have yet to find an answer to, I certainly won't find now of all the times I thought about that, and so without wasting any more time I knock on the door.

If he didn't answer I certainly don't knock twice a I foresaw he didn't, leaving me no choice but to push the door knob, even though I am almost tempted to go back to my duties even though all the reports have already been written I could find something better to do … but my thoughts are interrupted as the door unexpectedly open on a dimly lit room.

I am more than determined to keep my composure around him this time … but as ever I fail. 

It wasn't my fault obviously but his for being handsome and charming so much it should have been illegal, of all the things I was picturing to see nothing compared to the quaint sight before me.

He is standing there on a ring throwing punches his glasses and shirt careless discarded on a bench, a sheen of sweat covering his toned muscles glimmering in the light of the bulb pending from a simple chandelier on the roof, the crack of the punching bag drowned by the noise erupting from his throat light grunts and soft groans masking even the sound of the fast shift of his boots shrieking on the pavement.

In an instant he stopped abruptly, during his sweat with a towel he discarded with nonchalance over a chair before jumping off the ring, walking toward me.

There is no rush in his movements, he looks exactly like a hunter gazing at me like I am his prey, and this idea, surprisingly so, didn’t bother me at all.

“Have you come to spy on me, little lady ?”

“Oh no I was only …”

“Only …” his voice a low purr as he cup my face in his hand brushing his calloused thumb over the apple of my cheek gazing straight into my eyes

“I was looking for you.”

I had to muster all my courage to speak doing my best to ignore but to no avail the closeness of his lips gulping down as I feel his warm breath fanning over my lips I unconsciously lick anticipating what's about to come, his brawny toned chest press against mine as he cage me against the door keeping me pinned to it with his mesmerizing amber eyes peering into my core, 

I look at him yearning to peel off all his layers and find his heart

Too immerse I am in my reveries I barely register he door locking a gesture he hide grazing my chin with his sturdy fingers as his hand land of my hips

“Now you have found me, little robin, what do you plan to do ?”

his voice husky and low make my core tingle with desire

“Invite you to dinner.”

“Ah, a date so soon in our relationship, I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

His hearty chuckle warming my heart, as I gaze back into his eyes, shining like 

Too stunned to speak too in bliss to think I can only moan as his soft lips melt on mine changing angles as to deep savour the taste of my lips as I kiss him back eagerly welcoming his tongue chasing mine around exploring my mouth before entwining with it

the bitter taste of beer clash against the sweetness of the cake I eat before in an exhilarating mix made addictive by the sensual movement of his hand on my hips my fingers caress his chest exploring every inch of his toned abs sculpted to perfection like his chiselled face he grace me to gawk at pulling away from me my mind a dizzy mess begging for more like the heart clamoring in my chest as his warm breath fan over my wet puffy lips 

“You liked it sweetie.”

“I did very much so.”

“I am pleased to hear that cause now that you have captured my interest I plan to do this many more times.”

“Bring it on.” I answer promptly feeling oddly proud at the glimmer of surprise flickering in his eyes before his lips curl in a smirk making my heart swell with warmth at the prospect of his delicious kisses, I raise my head gazing back at him with a smug smile.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Sunbathing in Love

Sunbathing in Love

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Jean D’Arc x OC (Julia Lesser vampire)

Part of Summer Days Sultry Nights Content Creator Challenge hosted by @violettduchess and @aquagirl1978

Prompt: 1. A walk on the beach & 12. Barefoot in the sand

Tag: Established relationship Fluff Kisses

Word Count  702

Author’s Note A summer day leisurely spent at the beach give the two lovebirds a much needed time together, to enjoy one another company basking in the warmth of their love. 🥰

Tag list

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess

@nightghoul381 @william-rex @candied-boys @writingwhimsey

@fang-and-feather @moonstruckmelancholic

@wistfulwanderingone @rjthirsty @lichtluv

@ike-garden2024 @jollibeeshappiness @starzyquee              

@maeko-kun @rkmaru

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a pleasant summer day, the warmth of the sun melting well with the fresh winds rustling through the luscious vegetation surrounding the beach, offering a much needed shelter for the ones who tried to escape the scorching sun of the noon, sat comfortably on a patio overlooking the sea two figure looked at the small sailboats sailing lazily in the distance, their white canvas starking against the azure sky melting with the sea below the horizon so much one did not know where one end and the other begin, enjoying an homemade meal she cooked herself, basking in the moment carefree smile curling their lips, as he caressed her hair, tighten his grip around her form sat between his legs on a chaise lounge, talking leisurely about everything and nothing, dozing off from time to time, crickets and seagulls creating a peculiar sea melody he was grateful to hear for the first time with her lover, taking in the sight of everything basking in the scorching sun kissing over his skin as they relaxed in the fresh wind rippling above water creating little waves she admired crashing over the shore, paying no mind to the way her light sundress billowed in the breeze showing the hem of her long drawers to his sight alone.

She sighed dreamily entwining her fingers with his as he gently curled it on her tummy, nuzzling on her neck playfully leaving feather light kisses making her giggle, that sound enough to fill his heart with the warmth of thousand suns, bursting with love he tried to convey leaving a kiss on her hair basking in the brightness of her smile as she tinder around leaving a tender kiss on the scar above his right eye, placing his eyepatch on its place once more, taken aback by the soft yet passionate way his lips melted on hers in a sweet pure kiss filling her heart with all the love she felt for him alone, reluctantly he pulled away hugging her closer to his chest, cupping her face in his hands he looked into her eyes.

“Je t'aime plus que tout au monde Julia.”

“Je t’aime de tout mon coeur Jean.”

They stayed like this cuddle to one another all afternoon until she suggested to take a walk on a beach, idea he promptly accepted taking her hand in his as she took the lead, the sand was surprisingly warm and soft beneath his feets as they strolled lazily on the shore, he had never felt that way but his hesitation was easily won over as she guided him, her eyes glimmering as she saw him walking with her, courage he got admiring her bright features looking at him so proudly he had not the courage to let her down, even though he knew she would have stick up to him no matter what, before he knew it their movements had tuned on their own accord as they admired the sun setting below the horizon everything in sight was painted with his warm colors, glimmering on the little waves rippling through the otherwise plain surface of the sea, they mindlessly walked into smiling carefreely as the pleasantly tepid water washed over their feets not minding the hem of their clothes getting soaked, tiredness washing over her he lead her to sit on the warm sand next to him, one arm wrapped around her waist as she leaned her head on his shoulder smiling to herself as his kindness melted her heart, she nuzzled closer to him basking in that bright smile lighting up his gorgeous features, talking of anything and nothing as he entwined his fingers with hers, enjoying the frizzy breeze of the early evening until it was time to return home ready to show off their love to one another as only they could with kisses so warm to put even the summer sun itself to shame, outwin even by the brightness of their smiles curling up their lips as they drifted asleep in their embrace, landing together in their dream land following that feeling they had neve believed possible for them, bonding their heart together for mighty and unbreakable was the power of love.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Dancing in the rain

Dancing in the rain

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke x OC (Julie)

Part of Summer Days Sultry Nights Content Creator Challenge hosted by @violettduchess and @aquagirl1978

Prompt: 9. Summer storms

Tag: Established relationship Childhood sweethearts to lovers Fluff Kisses

Word Count  511

Author’s Note A summer storm gives the two lovebirds a perfect occasion to enjoy the weather dancing through it and laughing all the way, finding shelter in their cozy home, taking their time huddling and cuddling in their warm bed, sharing intimacy and bathing in the love that bound their hearts together. 🥰

Tag list

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess

@nightghoul381 @william-rex @candied-boys @writingwhimsey

@fang-and-feather @moonstruckmelancholic

@wistfulwanderingone @rjthirsty @lichtluv

@ike-garden2024 @jollibeeshappiness @starzyquee              

@maeko-kun @rkmaru

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

The luscious green mountains and hills they were used to stroll by, kissed by the first few light of the rising sun or bathed in the warm colours of the setting sun rays were now misty covered with a thick fog, harsh winds rustled through the bushes as the rain pit patted mercilessly on the tree leaves soaking the vegetation around, only two figure were crazy enough to be out in such a weather and were right now laughing like children running hand in hand amidst the forest, their clothes soaked a transparent veil over their skin, their hairs stick to their head they continued to dance carelessly amidst the storm smiling in relief as they finally found the way back home, sheltering under its protective roof as a thunder roared into the sky melting with their hearty laugh as they slide inside, a carefree smile curling their lips as they bathed together talking about anything and nothing at all, letting the warm water of the bathtub relax their tired muscles, their gaze mirror of one another reflecting all the shear devotion and untamed adoration he felt for her as he took her face in his hands kissing her forehead

“I love you to madness Julie.”

“I love you too Luke so much.” he melted his lips on hers in a sweet slow kiss they reluctantly broke apart from, giggling at the feeling of they splashed payfully one another, before his eyes got caught by a droplet of water trickling down her bare body smiling at the sensation of her fingers tracing one of them trailing down from his hair and onto his shoulder, leaning over t press a light kiss on his heart, the warmth of that gentle contact spreading in him, unable to contain himself he hugged her revelling in the way she nuzzled in his chest, leaving a tender kiss on her forehead, staying like that until the candle flickered softly noticing they would have run out of light sooner or later he helped her getting washed as she did to him.

Reluctantly they stepped out of the bath welcoming the softness of their clothes sliding on their skin, sleep clinging to her features he smiled taking her in his arms like a princess, sitting along her into their shared bed, adjusting the duvets around them before wrapping his arms around her form once more, his voice a tender murmur soothing and melting her heart whole, she slide closer to him smiling blissfully as he left an achingly tender kiss on her forehead 

“Good night my princess.” her voice spoken for his ear alone she curled her fingers to grip the shirt of his pyjama, feeling his arms tighten around her protectively. 

“Good night my bear.”

Soulmates destined to be together bond since the beginning with affection deep rooted in their hearts, they drift asleep in a dreamy land where they were together still, embrace in each other arms a cradle and a shelter for their lives together to spend leisurely in the home they created with love.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

A storm in the heart

A storm in the heart

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke x OC (Julie)

Tag: Angst Hurt/Comfort Fluff

Word Count  796

Author’s Note: A figure wander in the hallways of the palace, his bright green eyes shining in the dark hallways, his heart howling for revenge in search of an answer to a question he never got tired to asking himself, the love he always yearned but never received only one able to save him from his own demons, he can manage to defeat only with the woman who always was there for him since the beginning, letting their emotions light the path to the future dispelling the darkness of his past, offering him an harbor and a cradle every time he need it, for stronger than the storm raging in his heart was the feeling of their love. 🥰

Tag list

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess

@nightghoul381 @william-rex @candied-boys @writingwhimsey

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True love, for someone like me, it means everything.

It was a stormy night in Rhodolite, harsh winds howling through the country rattling the windows shaken by the sheer force of the rain heavily batting against the glass like the drum roll of a battle, one every prince was fighting alone against their demons surrounded by the sheer darkness of the night keeping them company during that long cold winter nights spent secluded in their rooms, but one.

A shadow no more than that moving swiftly in the immense throne room a flash of lightning reflected by his sword only source of light in the whole hall, slowly almost painfully so he approached the painting hanging on the wall caring nothing for the warning stern eyes looking at him with a mist of repulsion and grotesque curiosity, he took off the hood covering him a flash of bright red hair streaming free around his hardened features looking straight at the King with a beastly murderous gaze in his bright green eyes now muddy and dark with anger. 

He raised his sculpted arms ready to slash through it, to bring to ruin the man who condemned him to a life of darkness, never knowing what love was … at least until he met her but he had no time to dwell in such images for his heart howled for revenge even though his mind know far too well this would have been an useless act he could not help but listen to his darkest thoughts eliciting him to do to him the same things he wished he had done to his brother, but luckily stopped before it was too late realising how futile his murder would have been but now he had no one to stop him no one to tell him this was wrong except his heart beating painfully in his chest with every heavy breath of his, he probably would have been condemned to pay for the damage or maybe not, after all no one was there to name him as the culprit, no one but his conscience he was ready to tame with the full force of all the anger and sadness deep sealed into him, he was ready to do it, every fiber of his being was ready … yet the sword in his hands seemed to gain weight at each passing moment forcing him to lower it, until it escaped his grip falling with a loud clangor on the floor.

The noise echoed in the empty hall soundless was though the shattering of his heart, the broken pieces dagger into his skin, knives twisted inside his wounds as he fell to his knees, his whole body shaking with each sob desperately banging against the portrait.

“Why ?” 

The howl of a wounded bear resonated in the air falling to the deaf ear of the portrait staring listless at him, fruit of the folly of his broken heart, unable to give an answer let alone face the consequence of his madness, 

“Why me ?”

his voice hoarse slowly fading to heartbreaking murmurs as his hands continued to claw weakly at the canvas.

“Why…” a rattled sigh escaped his tired lungs as he trailed off “…me.”

He was so lost he not even heard the door opening, nor her footsteps as he approached him, taken aback by the feeling of her hand on his shoulder, a weary look in his green eyes as looked up at her, her heart tugged painfully for him she kneeled to his level, reaching to cup his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away his tears whispering

“You are not him.” her arms wrapped around him guiding his head on her chest, her fingers crawling in his auburn hair caressing them softly, her voice sweet and tender enough to calm a wounded bear

“You are nothing like him, Luke and you will never be, trust me.” her voice groggy as she begged him to listen to her, to trust her words “Please.”

“Julie.” there was such a pleading heartbroken tone in his voice, she could not help but feel her heart twitch painfully for him, as she squeezed him tighter in her hug

“Please … stay.” 

“I will, my bear, I will.” he tightened his arms around her squeezing his eyes shut, letting her sweet scent invade his nostrils letting it heal his heart as only she could, their heart beating in sync as they stayed like this for what it seemed an eternity, listening to the soft pit pat of the rain all through the night from his bedroom, revelling in her presence murmuring sweet nothing in his ear, safe in each other embrace they drifted asleep, warmed up by that feeling he always yearned of and now he finally had found with her … Love.