Mid july I posted part 1, containing the rest of the suitors. People liked it, so here are the rest of the suitors. special thanks to @harajuku-cookie for helping me get Drake and Galileo's signatures.
It's not perfect, the base (paper) files themselves haven't been updated since 2020, but please feel free to use them if you want to print out any letters from the game you enjoyed. (Or create new ones!)
If you're interested, I also have an envelope set here, and another here. Neither of the envelope sets include the two newest characters since they were made before they were announced (I also don't have their emblems)
I also write, so I'm gonna plug myself for that here.
Ikepri MasterlistĀ ||Ā Ikevamp MasterlistĀ ||Ā Ikepri/Vamp Server
Ikevamp was the game that pushed me to make stationery. It's obviously been a long time since I've written anything related to ikevamp, but here is the mock letter paper I made for Napoleon, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Vincent, Theo, Comte, Dazai, Sebastian, and Leonardo.
It's not perfect, the files themselves haven't been updated since 2020, but please feel free to use them if you want to print out any letters from the game you enjoyed. (Or create new ones!)
If you're interested, I also have an envelope set here, and another here. Neither of the envelope sets include the two newest characters since they were made before they were announced (I also don't have their emblems or signatures)
Hello! If youāre up to it, may I please request a romantic drabble of Smaug finally finding his soulmate in quasi-human!fem!Reader (who is a kind and sweet person who also has a dragon form)?
Smaug~ Soulmates
Synopsis: Being half human and secretly half dragon means that you sometimes are faced with atypical situations. Being soulmates with a terrifying dragon that just destroyed a city is one of those situations.
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Quasi-Human!Fem!Reader!
A/n: I have such a soft spot for soulmates that have no choice but to love each other! I love hurting my favorite characters as much as I love forcing love and affection upon them. š„° And my favorite kind of MCās are the hybrid/mixed species MCs. AND DRAGONS. DRAGONS. YES. AH. Everything about this just stole all of my attention the minute I laid eyes on it and my brain went āPlot? Location? Sweet romance that follows whatever mischief I stir up first?ā
Ā And, my brain alternatively went āDragon loaf!ā from a picture I saw on pinterest.
I also didnāt edit any of this or reread it because I was in the emergency room when I wrote it; so, weāll have to put up with my word-vomit for now. āØ Enjoy!
āWord Count: 3,805ā
The early morning in the forest of Mirkwood was cold as glowing, golden eyes peered through the oppressive darkness that smothered everything just before daylight would hit the above canopy. Wary creatures knew to stay their distance from the seeming human that possessed the nearly intangible inhuman aura.Ā
Despite how the golden glowing eyes pierced through the darkness, it wasnāt a harsh or sharp glow. These eyes were kind and warm, like the soft golden glow of a harmless firefly. Curious creatures would dare to venture closer for a look, but only a fool would approach the kind traveler maliciously.
At the way I moved like a shadow through the night, one could imagine I was similarly shady or suspicious in character. However, my life wasnāt as secretive as one would imagine for someone who was quasi-human. After all, it was rare for me to bring up my other half so casually. After all, what would be the point of bringing up something as taboo as a dragonā¦?
Maybe this was why I chose to live a lavish life in the comfort and riches provided in the city of Dale. It was a proud and prosperous city that sat just at the foot of a great mountain, Erebor, the home of the dwarves.
As a half-dragon, there was always that internal desire for treasure, for shiny and rare items. In all my time, Iāve never found more treasure than that which lies in Erebor. Though my constitution was only half dragon, simply living beneath the mountain nearly overflowed with gold, my desires were sated. After all, I was a mere human. How could I crave something Iād never truly experienced before? And I promise, Iād firsthand never experienced the mountains of gold that I was sure were in that mountainās core.
I was sure that as long as I could keep this mountain for myself, my self-proclaimed treasure hoard within the mountain would be safe from the greedy hands of others. After all, the dwarven King within the mountain proved greedy enough not to want to part with even a single tokenāthis was how I was assured that my treasure would remain untouched and unsullied by the mortals. My treasure had no chance of parting Erebor or being owned by anyone else.
These facts assured me of the security of my treasures, which is why I felt confident with each journey I took outside our Kingdomās borders.
Perhaps I was a little too confident on this last trip outsideā¦ As I returned, there was something unexpected occurring. My trip back to Dale was filled with odd occurrences. As a quasi-human, my memory was sharper than most, as were my senses. That was why I recognized the faces of many of the Dwarves and Dale citizens who were fleeing away from Erebor. Many were carrying very little belongings and nearly allāif not all of themāwere distressed, heartbroken, and grief-stricken.
While people leaving wouldnāt usually ring any alarms for me, the vast numbers told me something dreadful must have happened. Each step home struck me with more and more anxiety and concern. While I wished for it to be something simpleāsomething with an easy solutionāthe flames and smoke that rose from my home were enough to clue me into what happened.Ā
I desperately wished to be wrong.
On my way toward the mountain, a man stopped me, his eyes solid and sharp as he warned, āIād turn around, traveler. Thereās nothing but despair left in the wake of the dragonā¦ Thereās nothing for anyone here.ā
My eyes darkened in determination. So it was indeed another dragon who dared to destroy my homeā¦ my territory. My draconic instincts rarely flared up, but I couldnāt help it, as my home was left in such a state. All for my treasure.
While I was off on my journey, this dragon decided to come in and impose chaos and destruction unto my home. Glaring at the remains of my home, I decided, āIām going into the mountain.āĀ
Setting off on my revenge trip to face the dragon invader, the man shouted, āW- Waitā¦!ā His eyes followed me, shocked that I would disregard his warning and proceed toward the danger. āTurn around! Iām warning you! That monster Smaug will kill you before you can step foot into that mountain! Itās suicide-ā
I cut off his frantic warnings with a single look, my draconic eyes flashing dangerously. Rather, I shared my own warning, āYouād best leave now. Iām returning to my home.ā My voice had a slight gravel to it as I reached the end of my sentence.Ā
My draconic aura was shining dangerously strong as I walked through the fallen city of Dale, withholding my dragon form for the moment. My eyes flickered among the debris and the dead, recognizing familiar buildings that were still smoldering and streets where familiar sights were reduced to rubble.Ā
As I left the gates of Dale, heading toward the grand entrance of Erebor, the ground vibrated subtly under my feet. I paused, glancing down as these vibrations grew in intensity until a large figure emerged from the mountain, spreading its impressive wings before taking to the sky.Ā
Smaug.
The one who was the cause of such horrorsāthe reason dragons were taboo and monstrous among the weak little mortals.
Huge, intimidating, and destructiveāthe qualities of a dragon.Ā
Seeing this dragon soaring so possessively over my home, I growled. Darting forward with the desire to protect what Iād claimed as mine, I shifted into my dragon form, my limbs extending and wings spreading magnificently behind my huge form. As a half-dragon, I was less than the size of a true dragon, but at this moment, all I could feel was the sensation of a true dragon flowing through my blood.Ā
My species mattered little in this moment, where I charged forward with the intent to take back what was mine. I was kind-hearted, sureā¦ but I loved my home enough that avenging my home was the least I could do in this situation. I wouldnāt let anyone take everything from me.Ā
For once in my life, I attacked without mercy, without any sympathy in my heart. And for a brief moment, my small size was irrelevant as I struck Smaug from behind, pinning the fire-breather against the side of the mountain where debris rose and scattered around us.
Smaug moved quickly and violently, disentangling himself from my hold. His chest glowed dangerously with the threat of his life-taking fire; however, unlike all those merciless times beforeā¦ it never came forth. His attack stalled. His eyes were glued onto the dragon that struck him from the sky.
In turn, my eyes were likewise glued onto him. Our gazes were fixed on one another.Ā
Only one word was silently communicated between us like an unspoken link.
āSoulmate.ā
I immediately stepped away from Smaug as we regarded one another from a short distance. Both dragons were searching for something. Dragons were rare creatures, so encountering each other at all was a significant occurrenceāand thisā¦ soulmatesā¦ It couldnāt have been a coincidence.
My tail wavered behind me as I observed this dragon. I was sure he was having the same experience as me. Only, with what I observed from the city, I wasnāt sure this dragon was capable of feeling emotions necessary for a soulmate.Ā
Soulmate.
The word repeated in my head. My soulmate, the one I was destined to be with, was a dragon whom the people of my city and home considered a monster. Of course, I knew I wasnāt truly like the people I lived amongst, but it was my home nonetheless, and this dragonāmyā¦ soulmateācame and ruined everything I had. The thing that struck me the hardest was that dragons had soulmates at all. Wasnāt that supposed to be some kind of myth or legend? Yet, I was seeing it with my own two eyesā¦ NoāMore than that. I felt it in my soul.Ā
āMy soulmate,ā I heard Smaug speak out loud for the first time. His voice sent shivers down my spine, yet his presence oddly comforted me. A hum of appraisal rumbled in his chest as he exhaled. āYou are not a dragon.āĀ
My eyes narrowed. That was the first thing to leave my soulmateās mouth? An insult? Well, I suppose it could have been worseā¦ I suppose fire could have left his mouth first, as it did to Dale and Erebor. Still, it was difficult to judge where this conversation was heading. āI am a dragon,ā I firmly replied.Ā
āNot fully,ā he observed. Things fell silent between us for a tense moment. Well, it was tense for me. I had been around humans for so long that Iād long since lost the ability to read a dragonās body language or expression. But then he spoke again, āMy soulmate is a human in the skin of a dragon. You speak like them.ā
I tilted my head, almost in genuine curiosity. āAnd youāve spoken with many humans?ā
āOne.ā He briefly glanced away. āMy soulmate.ā
Another quiet pause passed between us. I wasnāt entirely dragon, but he was. Despite being soulmates, I was still wary about this dragon, unsure of his intentions.Ā
As expected of a soulmate, or maybe it was his constitution as a dragon, he could sense my wariness around him. My stance could have also given me away with the way my head was lowered, appraising him for any movements or actions. Human or not though, I could see some sort of displeasure in his eyes. I was anxious to know what was going through his head, but he didnāt elaborate.Ā
Tilting his head, matching my curious movement, he broke the silence between us, āI am not fond of humans.ā That singular sentence assured me of the fate of our soulmate bond ā¦until he spoke again, half grumbling to himself as if convincing himself of this fact, āBut this quasi-humanā¦ You are mine.ā
It was very clear he disliked my human side regardless, though his eyes held his possessive nature. It was clear neither of us expected to meet the other here, so I had a single question to ask him. āWhy did you come here to destroy my home?ā
A scoff left his lips, sounding more like a withheld growl deep within his draconic chest than the sound a human would make. He didnāt outright answer my question as he turned his gaze back to Erebor. āFoolish soulmate. Do you know nothing of your own kin? To not know why a mighty dragon would wish to lay claim over a mountain such as this. You truly are a human in dragon skin.ā
āThe trove within Ereborā¦ā I muttered, knowing his reason. Dragons were possessive of treasure, of gold. Significant quantities of it were said to attract such beasts and call destruction to any greedy soul who would dare amass such wealthāthough only foolish souls, such as those tainted with dragon sickness, would make such a mistake. Though, spotting the missing scale on his left side, my eyes narrowed knowingly. āWas it worth it?ā
He ignored my pointed gaze. āTo not only stake my claim hereā¦ but also find something more valuable than any goldā¦ Yes. It was worth every life and every crumbling stone and every billow of smoke that rose from my flames.ā He raised his head proudly, raising his wings as if showing off. āI could not have been more fortunate.ā He wouldnāt mention the thought that perhaps it wasnāt the gold in Erebor that attracted him here to this specific mountain of gold. Perhaps his sense as a dragon led him to his other half, his little treasure, the most important thing a dragon could find in their lifetimeāthe one precious rarity he would be sure to protect at all costs.
However, there was a thought that lingered for me as wellā¦ I had always been a resident of the city of Dale. Iād never admit it in so many words, but it was for the same reason Smaug had for coming here the way he did. The richness of this city attracted me and kept me here. While I never would have dared to try and take the mountain for myself, Smaug did take it for himself.
Despite all I lost in Dale, the dragon half of me resonated with Smaug. Morbid curiosity ate at me to know what it meant to have such extravagant treasure for myselfāfor us. Meā¦ My soulmateā¦ Us.
My eyes flickered up as I heard a rumbling laugh come from the throat of the dragon across from me. āSomethingās amusing?ā
If a dragon could hold a smug expression on their face, Smaug certainly did. Gazing down at me with all his draconic pride, he answered, āNothing, to me, is more amusing than seeing my quasi-human of a soulmate struggle to accept the tug in their soul.ā
I stepped forward, my claws grazing the stone beneath my feet, as I stood face to face with him. āIf youāre questioning whether or not Iāve come to terms with being the soulmate of a pure-blooded dragonā¦ I have.ā My statement surprised him enough, leaving us in silence before I added, āDespite not being fully dragon, thereās a tug in my chestā¦ an undeniable desire to be by your side. I have accepted the tug in my soul. Maybe itās you who canāt accept my human side.ā
āYou misunderstand, treasure,ā he mumbled the term of endearment as he leaned challengingly closer, our noses a few breaths apart. āPerhaps you are part humanā¦ But I am a dragon. And I readily accept every treasure that comes into my possession. You are a welcome, however unexpected, gift.ā
āPossession?ā I repeated, my nose almost scrunched up in offense. āExcuse meā¦?ā
āDonāt be surprised,ā Smaug attempted to sound assuring, but from a human perspective, he really sounded full of himself. āYou should consider it a compliment to be held in such high regards by one such as I.ā
āYou call being a possession a compliment?ā
He hummed curiously at my complaint, though posed a question himself. āDo humans not have similar concepts of ownership?ā He elaborated, āTo belong to their soulmate in such a way that they are treasured above all elseā¦ placing their life above all other.ā Seeing the concept begin to connect in my mind, he added thoughtfully, āHumans are considerably greedy when it comes to their gold. Do you mean to tell me they do not feel similar in regards to their mates?ā
My gaze hardened as I looked away from him. I hated how he was making valid points from a human perspective. How did he even have a human perspective? Maybe he was more sympathetic that I imagined for a dragon to be. Though, that may have been inconsiderate of me, considering I, myself, was a dragon with a human side. Maybe I was the one being close-minded here.
āI- Thatā¦ā I trailed off. Perhaps it would just take time for me to understand the meanings in his words. After all, it seemed that dragons might not be entirely different from humans. After all, weāre both just living creatures that experience different desires and have different necessities. But weāre both alive, and all living things were prone to some form of possession. Huffing in disgruntlement, I decided, āYou word things oddly.ā
His deep chuckle sounded far more amused this time as he managed to confound me with his surprising ability to understand. āPerhaps I do,ā he agreed without much reluctance. It wasnāt like he often had conversation with others. āHowever, I feel that youāll come to understand a dragonās form of endearment in time. Being part of my hoard is not a thing of offense, nor is it bad. If you cannot understand my words, trust my actions. I will keep you safe and I will provide for you, my treasure.ā
It was beyond evident in my words and actions that I had never before embraced my dragon side. My movements were unsteady and faltering, not unsimilar to a hatchling learning to walk. In order to blend into human society, I had never acknowledged my dragon form, neglecting it as if it were a burden to my existence. Which, it may have been, had Smaug not shown up to change that.Ā
I raised my head, retreating from his sudden approach. Though, Smaugās movements were more graceful than mine as he moved beside me, using his wing to usher me beside him. āCome. I will show you what you have yet to experience as a human. Thereās much for you to learn.ā
Part of me wondered if he knew the human phrase āto take someone under your wingā as a form of teaching. It was strictly a human thing, of course, so I doubted he would understand itāaside from perhaps taking it literally. I was literally under his wing, after all as he guided me into the mountain that Iād only ever looked at from afar.Ā
This mountain was like a physical representation of my draconic blood. It was something that I acknowledged as existing. It was something I owned and accepted as my own without saying it outloud or having anyone else know of. But now I was in my dragon form, entering the mountain that I had long-since claimed as my own. My soulmate stood strongly beside me, guiding me each step toward my predestined fate. He could show me what dragon life could be like.
That much was proven as he took me into an illuminated great hall, filled to the brim with gold and treasures stretching from wall to wall, corridor to corridor. The lot of it put together was far greater than the entire mass of Smaug himselfāand me included. It stirred somethingā¦ possessive in meāa feeling I couldnāt quite put into words. It was a desire to have complete dominion over this space of treasure.Ā
āThatās how it feels toā¦ desireā¦ā I murmured almost imperceptably.Ā
I curiously watched as Smaug bypassed me, settling down within the piles of gold. The sound of shifting coins was pleasant to hear and it was even more pleasant to physically feel the texture of the cold metals and stones beneath my claws. I was sure if I were in my human form, Iād likely drown in this sea of gold and treasure. Indeedā¦ the dwarf king under the mountain was a greedy soulāa soul that now consumed my heart.Ā
I couldnāt resist the stimulating textures beneath my form as I joined Smaug, settling atop the gold, just to worm my way further into the cold comforts of the material wealth.Ā
His eyes remained affixed to me, observing my every action and reaction to the environment around me. After all, he was more than curious to see how I was going to settle into my inevitable draconic desires. It was going exactly as he expected it to go and his chest practically swelled with pride and affection for his soulmate.
Though, despite my internal frolicing in my dragon form as I curiously explored my surroundings, I had a thought as I glanced at Smaug and pointed out, āYouāre going to show me how to be a dragon and show me how to embrace that natural side of myself.ā I curiously inquired, āBut thatās not all I am. Iām also a humanā¦ Do you accept that side of me as well? Or just the dragonā¦?ā
Pausing, he lifted his head to get a better look at my slightly human eyes. He wasnāt as disgusted as he imagined he would be. Had anyone told him beforehand that his soulmate was half human, he would have scoffed and never entertained the idea. But seeing me with his own two eyesā¦ He quietly mused, āHuamns and similarly small species are fragile and easily broken creatures. Yet, you are mine. So, let me word it in this wayā¦ You, a dragon, I will possess. Converselyā¦ You, a human, I will protect.ā He would do everything for his soulmate and he hoped he could communicate that well enough.
āThatāsā¦ one way to put it,ā I considered, my tail wrapping around my loafed form. āAnd, not exactly wrong.ā At least he had some idea on what it meant for me to have a human side. And at least he understood that humans were extremely fragile compared to dragons. That reassured me that Iād be safe in my human form around Smaug as well, considering his magnificent size. āThank you,ā I mumbled quietly, leaning closer to him, his warmth radiating onto me. āI used to think being a dragon meant that all my dragon side was good for was being territorial and desiring a hoard of treasureā¦ā I paused. āI wasnāt entirely wrong either. Butā¦ Iāve still got things to learn. Soā¦ Maybe I can teach you more about the smaller life too?ā
He let out a soft exhale through his nose that was slightly audible in the silence of the room. But he didnāt reject the idea. Instead, he reluctantly accepted my quiet wish, āIf that is what my soulmate desiresā¦ Iāll endevor to learn more of the smaller life and to tolerate your humanity.āIt seemed like it might have been a hassle to consider. A dragon needing to accommodate the needs of a quasi-humanā¦ It really seemed unrealistic. Until it came down to it, and a dragon really is quite willing to do anything for their treasure.
Ikemen Prince OCs: Main Partners and Children (Linet and Carina)
Linet x Litch - Licht struggled with being a father with his first child. Now that he's more comfortable with it though, they are thinking of having one or two more.
Antonie - Has his father eyes and hair, but everyone says his face looks more like his mother. He is quiet and gentle, even a little shy, but a little overprotective of his sister and friends. He likes reading and fencing equaly and is good at cooking like his mother.
Sofia - Looks like a mini version of her mother, but with her father's eyes. She is extroverted, curious and kind. She loves animals. She's good at games and quite eager to learn new things.
*Carina x Leon - Leon is a big family kind of guy. He wouldn't mind having more children, but Carina is not sure about it
Aurelie - She is exactly like her father in appearence and personality, but some would say worse, with her mother also being strong willed and adventurous. She is considered too stubborn and difficult to deal with. She is great at helping take care of her younger siblings, but also sometimes lead them into her adventures.
Lucas - Also looks like his father, but is a lot more tame. He's extroverted, friendly ad curious, loves group activities, but is more prone to stay at home unless led on by somene else (usually Aurelie)
Elise - Has her mother's hair and her father's eyes. She is a romantic and loves both romance and adventure books. She is especially interested in foreign countries.
Hugo - Looks like his father with his mother's eyes. He's surprisingly a little more introverted. Loves magic tricks and board games. He's the peacekeeper of his siblings and friends.
Maya - Looks more like her grandmother so she looks quite unique among her siblings. She loves music, but is considered too loud for a girl.
Alain - Looks like his mother. He's a try everything kind of guy, and as the youngest, with lots of role-models and influences, he still hasn't discovered himself. Except for his taste for meat like his father.
I haven't planned anything for Yara yet, since I'm still testing if I will keep her with Clavis. Writing for it has been going way too slow
A big thanks to @keithsandwich, @bicayaya and @queengiuliettafirstlady for helping me to decide on partners for Linet and Carina.
*Fantasy AU Carina's partner is Silvio instead I might make a new post for them at some point...
This is just a surface idea that I might explore and even make changes to later. I wanted to have had the ability to draw them but...
Iāve been going through @weird-profiteroleās Jean posts because Iām having some Jean brainrot rn and I now have a thought-
Pierre dāArc getting resurrected and finding out that his precious little brother was also resurrected and is now married and has two twin daughters who look just like him-
Itās this whole family thing and Jean is having the biggest brain buffering moment while his daughters are just all āYay, another person we can confuse by switching places!!!ā because theyāre both definitely mischievous little babies.
If Rhodolite was a country today, which country would it be?
I think the entire fandom has agreed that Rhodolite is France, Benitoite is Italy, Obsidian is Germany, and Jade is....maybe England (that one has tripped the fandom up). If not France, certainly a French speaking country (Hello Yves and Chevalier) like Belgium.
Very excited to present you the š IKEMEN SERIES SHIP CHART! š
-> ship charts have been going around in the fandom recently so I had the idea of making one myself that would include elements that are unique to the ikemen games! It turned out to be quite difficult of a task I'm not gonna lie, especially because I really wanted it to be inclusive of all kinds of ships - you can fill it out with your selfship, oc x canon, or even character x character! If anything's unclear don't hesitate to ask me! <3 Have fun with it and continue the tag chain by mentioning your friends under this post, I don't mind the spam at all! Special thanks to Scummy who helped me with the making of this!
Picrew link in source (feel free use whatever else you want to for the pictures!)
Here's mine. Happy 5th anniversary to me and Napo š„ŗššš (06/19)
A New Day - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)
A/N: Day 7 of my 12 Days of Christmas. Also part of my New Year, New Celebrations follower celebration.
Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader
Prompt: clinging to the other
Requested by: @melodiousramblings
Word Count: 595
Tags: fluff with a hint of spice
It was a new day and a new year.
You woke up feeling refreshed despite staying up late last night with your beloved to ring in the new year. Today marked new beginnings. A fresh start. Your body buzzed with excitement, the prospect of new changes bright on the horizon.
As you sat up in bed, your gaze drifted to the body sleeping next to you.
Some things never change.
Sighing, you envied Clavis for a moment. Only for a moment. Clavis, who no longer bore the unenviable task of waking Chevalier. Clavis, who smiled with glee when you moved into Chevalier's bedroom. Enjoy your new job, he said as he bid you goodnight before your first night sharing a room with the king.
At first, it didn't sound all too bad. In fact, it was fun ā in the beginning. You would tease him with new nicknames, seeing how far you could push the envelope with cutesy names. Chevalie, sadly, did not receive the kingās approval. But as time wore on, it was becoming quite the difficult task to wake the sleeping tiger.
āWake up, Chevalier,ā you said softly as you gently shook his shoulder.
No answer. What a surprise.
āChevalier,ā you called to him in a sweet, sing-song voice, āHappy New Year.ā After brushing a kiss on his cheek, you pulled back and peered into his face. Hoping to see some sign of alertness.
But there was none.
Time to try a new tactic.
Stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb, you lowered your voice to a soft whisper in his ear. āChevalier, my dear. My beloved. I thought you should know Clavis is in your library. He could be defining your precious books as we speak.ā
With bated breath, you awaited his response; surely this idle threat would wake him up.
Instead, you were greeted with perhaps the most elegant snore as Chevalier rolled over on his side away from you.
āI know you heard me,ā you muttered under your breath. In a moment of frustration, you picked up a nearby pillow, contemplating taking a page from Clavisā book and throwing it at your lover's head.
āYou're lucky I love you so much to go through this every morning.ā
āI am lucky,ā he finally spoke. He turned on his side and gazed at you with a deep affection that tugged at your heart. āAnd you'd never throw that pillow at me,ā he added with a smug smile.
There he went again, reading your mind.
You had half a mind to take that pillow and prove him wrong, but before you could do so, he reached out and grabbed you roughly, pulling your body atop his, your knees straddling his hips.
His smug smile turned soft, instantly melting away your frustrations. He looked so beautiful, lying there on the bed with his pale hair splayed across his pillow like a halo. His pink lips parted, begging to be kissed.
And who were you to deny him?
Pressing your hands upon his chest, you brought your face to his and kissed him. Short and sweet. A tease of a kiss really.
When you tried to pull away, he wrapped his long arms around your shoulders, keeping you near, just how he liked you. He tilted his face up, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss. One that ignited a fire in your belly.
āFor future reference,ā he whispered between kisses, gently rolling your body so that he was now on top of you, āI wouldn't mind being woken up like this again.ā
