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strawberry lemonade - l.mh

content: sub minho, dom reader, oral (m receiving), temperature play, foodplay (use of a popsicle), teasing, cum eating, reader calls minho kitty/kitten bc i am physically incapable of writing anything else, reader’s sex is unspecified, kinda unsanitary

word count: 5.3k

It was hot.

The air conditioner in your apartment, however determined it was, served no match for the unforgiving amounts of heat seeping in from outside, hanging heavy all around you and coating your skin with a thin layer of sweat. You’d tried cracking open your balcony door with the hopes of letting a refreshing breeze billow through, but all you were met with was more of the sticky, humid summer air instead.

In the end, you and Minho had taken refuge in the kitchen, where the effects of your barely-functioning AC were strongest. As a last resort to escape the sweltering temperatures, you decided to open up your freezer and dig out a popsicle, more relieved than you’d ever been in your life when you found that there was one more remaining. Even after you’d fished it out, you were reluctant to let go of the chilly waves rolling out from the freezer, basking in them for a few more precious moments before begrudgingly shutting the door.

The sound of crumpling plastic as you unwrapped your popsicle caught Minho’s attention, and he peered over at you curiously from where he was perched on the counter. He’d taken it upon himself to sit there in an attempt to cool himself off, a trusty wet napkin stuck to his forehead. His eyes gleamed when you approached him, zeroing in on the frozen treat in your hand with a catlike accuracy.

“This is the last one."

Minho frowned at that. Without missing a beat, he stuck his hand out to snatch it from your grasp. “Then gimme.”

“No way.” You barely veered out of reach in time. “This is a matter of life and death, Lee Minho.”

“You mean you wouldn’t die for me?” he clicked his tongue. “So cold.”

“It is cold,” you agreed, opening your mouth to rest the popsicle against your tongue. Strawberry flavored; his favorite. It was icy and refreshing and nothing short of heavenly in the way it chilled your mouth, tinged with a hint of lemonade to balance out the sweetness.

Minho sniffed irritably, resting his palms on the counter to lean back and spread his legs, like even his own body heat had become too disgusting for him to bear. “I might actually die, y’know.”

You didn’t bother to make your hum of sympathy sound convincing, closing your lips fully around the popsicle without a care in the world. If your roles had been reversed, you were certain you’d be met with the exact same smug indifference from him—topped off with plenty of teasing and laughing directly in your face for good measure. With the way he was eyeing you so keenly, a valuable opportunity to give him a taste of his own medicine presented itself. So, you sucked for a few moments longer before pulling it out of your mouth with a dramatic pop.

“Mmm,” you licked your lips. “I get why you like this flavor so much.”

He made a face, nose scrunching up. “Don’t do all that in front of me.”

“Jealous?”

“Listen closely and you'll hear it calling out my name,” he said it so seriously, you might’ve actually believed him if he were anyone else. "Begging me to save it."

“Uh-huh.” You dragged your tongue along the dessert from bottom to top, ending it with a playful flick to its tip. “I think the heat’s got you hallucinating.”

Minho huffed; sulky, lips downturned and eyes flickering between you and the popsicle. Its citrusy flavor flooded your tastebuds as you took it back into your mouth, letting out another satisfied noise that was even more exaggerated than before.

He went silent for a bit, long enough for you to figure that he’d lost interest in convincing you to hand it over. You continued licking contently away, growing less concerned with taunting him and more concerned with gathering up the juices that had begun to melt from the heat of your mouth. You dragged your lips down to the popsicle’s base, slurping at it loudly in a way that was, in your defense, unintentional that time.

“It’s dripping,” he commented.

It came casual, breezy as ever, but when you glanced up, you found his eyes locked on you, so intensely that it had you taken aback for a moment.

Then, you noticed it—a stray, red droplet splashing to the floor, with another traveling down your hand, preparing to do the same.

“Seriously,” he complained. “You’re not even appreciating it right! This hurts to watch.”

Without breaking eye contact, you brought your tongue to your wrist, swiping up the trail of juice before it could fall after the other.

“Better?”

To your surprise, Minho was the first to look away. He turned his head with another huff, seemingly annoyed, but a subtle shift in his expression piqued your curiosity beyond that. The corner of his lips twitched, trying to stifle an awkward puff of laughter, eyes blinking so profusely you’d think a drop of sweat might have trickled into them.

His legs weren’t spread anymore, you noticed. In fact, they were unnaturally close; thighs pressed firmly together despite the sticky discomfort he must have felt with his skin rubbing against itself.

It dawned on you, for the first time, that it may not have been you who Minho was jealous of.

Feigning obliviousness, you slipped into the barstool right across from where he was seated on the counter. He stiffened, turning his attention back to you just as you licked another long stripe up the popsicle.

“Don’t get so close,” his voice cracked. “I don't need your extra body heat right now.”

“Want some?” you asked innocently.

You tilted the popsicle towards him. Dripping, red, shining with an inviting glaze where you’d worked your mouth. A melted droplet accumulated at its tip, weighing itself down and splattering against his thigh.

He almost flinched, eyes darting down to the spot where it’d landed, then back up to your swelling lips. Even as he willed himself to ignore it, he was all too aware of the cool liquid spreading along his skin, quickening his heartbeat the further down it traveled.

“No,” he swallowed. “You already ruined it.”

“C’mon, let’s play that game you like so much. From your mouth to mine, right?”

Minho would always suggest it with the most self-satisfied look on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief and lips curving into an alluring smirk around whichever food he was trying to convince you to take from his mouth that day. Now, he didn’t look nearly as proud of himself. Squirming awkwardly under your stare, fingers fidgeting against the countertop, scrambling for something to bounce back with before he was completely cornered.

“That’s more of a favor, really,” he managed a trace of that crooked grin you knew. “So it’ll taste better for you.”

You rested your elbow on his thigh, pushing back a smile of your own when you felt his muscles tense up beneath you.

“Then make it taste better for me.”

You brought the popsicle up to nudge Minho’s lips. Slowly, deliberately, you dragged it along them, tracing their pouty shape and coating them red with its juices. Even with the mesmerizing sight demanding all of your attention, you still didn’t miss the way his breathing began to pick up, chest rising and falling a bit more rapidly under his loose-fitted shirt.

Then, he opened his mouth, just wide enough for you to push past his glistening lips and glide the frozen treat along his tongue. His stare realigned with yours, pupils blown wide; so dark that you could see yourself reflected in them. A glimpse into his own view, one that had his composure fizzling out alarmingly fast.

You inched forward bit by bit, taking your sweet time to admire how naturally his lips wrapped around it, how effortlessly he took it into his mouth, like he was meant to be filled. This time, Minho didn’t shy away, regardless of how your hungry eyes were pooling a heat in his stomach that was far different from the suffocating summer air. His eyelids drooped, thick lashes fanning over his gaze as it bore right back into yours. Defiant and desperate all at once—challenging you to take back the popsicle, pleading for you to take him with it.

A soft noise rose in his throat when you pushed as far down as you could go, so deep that your fingers brushed the entrance of his mouth. You stayed like that for just a moment longer, then pulled the popsicle out in one fell swoop, grazing it along his front teeth and leaving a cute pair of bite marks engraved in its side.

He had no chance to suck the melted coating off its surface before you popped it back into your mouth, still dripping with his saliva. You felt his thighs squeeze together under your arm, the red tint of his ears creeping up on his cheeks when you swallowed up the sweet blend without hesitation.

“You were right,” you murmured. “That’s much better.”

His lips were still parted, and you rubbed your thumb over the corner of his mouth to break the trail of drool that had dribbled out. Then, without warning, your hand fell from his face, brushing over the spot between his thighs that he’d been working so hard to distract you from.

“But I think I wanna taste something else, now.”

Minho’s stomach flipped, breath hitching so loud he was certain you could hear it. He shifted under your hand in a pointless attempt to conceal how hard he’d become, but all it did was press his bulge further against your palm. You leaned down to run your tongue along the dried patch of strawberry on his thigh, cooling the skin where his shorts had ridden up and making goosebumps rise to the surface.

“Poor baby.” You gave him a squeeze, watching in delight as his cheeks puffed out, flushing a shade deeper in an effort to hold in his gasp. “You’re really overheated, huh?”

“You…” he tried to get a handle on his voice, but much to his horror, it trembled anyway. “You did this on p-purpose.”

“Did not,” you pouted. “It’s not my fault you’re such a spoiled little kitten. Can’t even watch me eat a popsicle without wishing it was your dick instead.”

Any retort Minho had planned died in his throat when you slid the popsicle back into your mouth. Watching it push past your lips when you were hovering so close to his bulge was enough to make him throb in the confines of his shorts—a detail that, embarrassingly enough, he was certain you felt clear as day under your hand.

Holding the dessert steady between your teeth, you dipped your fingers below the waistband of his shorts, tugging at the elastic to pull them down along with his boxers. It was almost cute; how he deliberately slowed his movements to avoid coming off as too eager. How he was still trying to convince you he was unaffected, even when your fingers had just been wrapped around the proof of how aroused he’d become without a single touch from you. Still, you let him have his way. Like watching a cat struggle to unhook its claws from a piece of fabric, you waited patiently as he unstuck his thighs from the counter little by little, hoisting himself up so you could slip the garments off at last.

His length sprang up against his stomach, drops of precum seeping into his white shirt to form a small, translucent stain. It made your adrenaline spike—imagining what must’ve been going through Minho’s head for him to get so worked up purely off his own thoughts.

You dragged your lips up the popsicle as you pulled it out of your mouth again, agonizingly slow, savoring every bit of flavor just to make his patience slip a bit more.

“Is this what you meant when you said it was dripping?”

If the question itself hadn’t been enough to fluster him, what came next surely was. You nudged the popsicle playfully against his dick, flicking its leaking head with just enough force to make him jolt. He bit back his cry through gritted teeth, mustering up all his self-control to ignore the sharp chill that rocked his body so he could string together a response.

“If I say y-yes,” he breathed. “Will you lick it, too?”

He cursed himself for barely being able to get the words out properly. His eyes squeezed shut to form an adorable grimace, refusing to meet the smirk that he knew was spreading across your face.

“Every last drop.”

You gave him no time to brace himself before you pressed the popsicle to his inner thigh and dragged it inwards all at once. Minho reacted instantly; muscles going taut, legs threatening to close in on each other, hips shrinking away from the ice cold stimulation. A thin, pink layer of juice was left behind everywhere you roamed, complimenting the fading marks you’d left on his skin days ago.

The sensation was cool and glossy and deliciously unfamiliar against his flesh, parts of his body that were rarely touched by anything but you. It made him more sensitive than ever to the sloppy drag of your tongue that followed. He couldn’t even think to suppress his hiccup as you licked up the entire trail of sweet liquid, mixed with the salty tinge of his sweat.

“Is that better, baby?” you sucked up the leftover juice with an open-mouthed kiss, dangerously close to the base of his length. “Cooling you off?”

He could only form a soft grunt, not trusting himself to speak steadily when the popsicle suddenly found his other thigh, sending a visible shiver all throughout his body.

“Needy little kitten. All the attention just has to be on you, hm?” You twirled your wrist, drawing careful circles into his skin with the popsicle’s tip. “Is this how hard you get for me every time I’ve got something else in my mouth?”

The gentle rhythm of your movements almost lulled Minho into a trance, easing the uncomfortable heat that had been consuming his senses and replacing it with a pleasurable ache that made it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

“Y-you’re mean,” he stuttered out. “It's ‘cause you were teasing me.”

“Anything looks like teasing when you think with your dick, baby.”

You slid the popsicle further up his thigh, listening closely to the sound of his quickening breath as you approached the spot that was doing all the begging his mouth couldn’t verbalize just yet, twitching and leaking more uncontrollably by the second. A shaky sigh escaped him, dragging out into a moan when you flattened your tongue against his skin and followed the messy trail of juice, countering its cool sensation with the warmth of your mouth.

The feeling of his flesh—soft and pulsing and completely vulnerable under your teeth—was too tempting to resist biting down on. It sent his hips snapping forward with embarrassing speed, only making you sink your teeth deeper into his thigh. A low, frustrated whine met your ears, rife with desire for the wet heat that was taunting him just inches away from his cock, chipping away at his already minimal patience.

“Hah, more,” he demanded weakly. “Gimme more.”

“Still hot?” You nibbled until you were certain a brand new patch of red would be left behind on his plush skin, relishing in the remaining traces of strawberry as you gave it a final, languid lick. “I got you baby.”

In all its haziness, Minho’s mind processed your intentions a split second too late. His eyes fluttered open in alarm just in time to catch the mischievous glint that crossed yours. A fresh surge of frost rippled through his senses as you slid the popsicle along the underside of his cock, pressing its full length against him all at once.

Even as his hand flew up to clamp over his mouth, a broken cry rang out through the kitchen regardless, so loud that it sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. The satisfaction it brought you was only amplified as he immediately began writhing under your hand, hips twisting and muscles clenching, like he himself didn’t know whether he wanted to escape the numbing cold, or lean into it—to let the strange thrill it created in his stomach take over in full.

“A-ah! Wait, wait, wait,” his honey voice spiked into something sharper; an uncharacteristically raspy squeak. “Too much, ‘s too much!”

“Too much?” you echoed. “It’s for your own good, kitty. You wanted more, right?”

You glanced up to find his hand now curled into a fist, bunny teeth sinking into it to restrain another pathetic sound. He met your eyes with a scowl that might’ve been intimidating if he didn’t look completely and utterly helpless.

“That’s n-not what I meant,” he mumbled miserably through his fingers. “You know it’s not.”

You tilted your head, determined to keep your hand firmly in place, even with all his wriggling around. “Then what did you mean?”

The popsicle was melting faster now thanks to all the contact with his burning skin, staining red all over your fingers and dripping torturously down his length. You rolled the treat lower to emphasize your question, wedging it against his balls and making his cock spasm wildly, as if crying out the answer for you.

“I thought kitties were supposed to be smart,” you frowned. “But this is all it takes for your head to go blank, huh?”

Another whine spilled out of him, too incoherent for you to make out what he was saying. But the way he blinked down at you, pupils blown out and putting his desperation on full display, told you all that you needed to know. He was clinging to the last few shreds of his pride, not quite ready to beg for you yet. Even so, you decided to indulge him—there would be plenty of opportunities for you to drag out the pleas you knew he was capable of later on. That, and, maybe the look that he was giving you, even more irresistible than any words might sound coming from his mouth, affected you more than you’d like to admit.

“Guess I should stop playing with my food,” your breath fanned over his skin in a murmur, like a gentle breeze quelling the throb in his body that had become near unbearable.

Minho searched aimlessly for something clever to say, something to pretend like his brain wasn’t about to fizzle out watching you draw closer and closer, but any quip was cut short by his sharp inhale when you leaned in and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock in one, fluid motion. He doubled over the moment you did, hands falling to grip the edge of the counter like he might fully collapse if he didn’t. Relieved by the warmth of your mouth finding him at last, overwhelmed by how it contrasted the popsicle’s relentless chill. The combination of temperatures was nearly enough to bring the tension building in his abdomen to a tipping point, right then and there.

You began sucking at his tip without giving him any chance to adjust, squeezing your mouth rhythmically around him to add addictive bursts of pleasure that made him pulse under your lips. He hissed softly as your tongue pressed against his head, teasing under its groove and tracing its shape. His taste mixed with the lingering flavor of the popsicle, earning a satisfied hum from you that vibrated around him and sent a jolt of arousal through his veins.

“Feels good,” he mewled. “More, more, more.”

Hollowing your cheeks, you took his cock deeper into your mouth, engulfing as much of him with the velvety warmth as you could. His whimper turned up in pitch when you slid the half-melted popsicle along the part of his length your lips didn’t cover, back arching and hips bucking forward before he could even think to stop himself.

Your eyes darted up in a warning, stern gaze meeting his half-lidded one and making his heart leap in his chest. Solely from the way he stiffened, you could tell he’d immediately realized his mistake, but he pushed back his apology, pouting down at you instead.

It was an expression you understood all too well—communicating the need for you to control him when he couldn’t control himself. You brought your free hand to his stomach, flattening your palm against it to push him back against the countertop. The added pressure to his abdomen made Minho’s cock jerk on your tongue; so, deviously, you dug your fingers into his shirt, squeezing the soft flesh of his tummy and holding him firmly in place as you began to bob your head once more.

Every wet slide of your lips was followed with a drag of the popsicle along his length, creating a fresh layer of juice where you’d been sucking just moments before. The groan he managed to stifle was quickly followed by another, more shameless one as you repeated the motion, sinking down to swallow up the strawberry coating, then pulling back so that just his tip was left throbbing in your mouth.

Gradually, you built up a steady pace, timing the strokes of the popsicle with your mouth so that every inch of his dick was being stimulated at once. Hot and frigid, sloppy and smooth, like you were freezing his body over and setting it back on fire. It wasn’t long before the dizzying blend of sensations became too much for him to handle. You could feel his stomach expanding faster against your palm, could hear his cute grunts grow less and less restrained with each glide of your tongue. Minho’s hips surged forward in another reflex when you paused your bobbing to tease his slit, leaving him longing to be swallowed whole by you once more. A broken moan of frustration escaped him as you pushed down on his stomach to force him back, harder this time.

You pulled off of his cock completely, grazing your front teeth along it as you did and making him shudder under your hands.

“Quit squirming, kitten,” you scolded. “You’re making a mess.”

You swiped your tongue over your lips to lick off the strawberry sheen, well aware of his glossy eyes piercing holes into you as you gathered up the drops of saliva and slush. He moved around indignantly in his spot, a low, restless protest rumbling in his throat. But even he knew better than to test his luck by jerking his hips forward a third time, regardless of how he was already aching to feel your mouth wrapped around him again. Your gentle tone was deceptive, a fact made clear in the way you started working the popsicle against his dick again, like an unspoken threat. There wasn’t much left of it, anymore—less than half, with the last chunk rapidly melting away around the wooden stick. He had trouble deciding whether the friction it created was intoxicating, or utterly excruciating.

Minho’s entire face was flushed, now—red with lust, embarrassment, and the strain of trying to mask his reactions to all the different ways you were toying with him. The napkin on his forehead had become thoroughly soaked, lopsided and slipping from its place. Sweat dripped from his bangs, trickling down his face and neck, glazing his skin to create a positively sinful sight.

“Looks like you’re only getting hotter, baby,” you mused, tapping the wooden stick against his length in mock contemplation. “Maybe I should just stop?”

“No, no, no,” he didn’t bother to hide the panic in his voice. “N-not enough. Gimme more, I want more.”

He held his breath when you opened your mouth and leaned in again, only to give the popsicle a lazy, taunting lick.

“More of what? This?” You took a small bite, savoring it with all the careful attention you’d been giving his cock mere moments ago. The thought alone was enough to make Minho’s head spin with want, with a need for you to put your focus back on him. To work his body in ways no one else could, make him feel things no one else could—not even himself.

“There’s not much left, kitty. Hurry up and tell me what you need so bad, or I won’t be able to cool you off anymore.”

He whimpered pitifully, delaying the inevitable. “M-mean. So mean.”

“So mean,” you hummed. “You love running your pretty little mouth, right? Just use it to say please, and you’ll get your treat.”

Minho was quiet for a moment, thighs rubbing helplessly together as he weighed the options in his foggy mind. With the way your smile grew watching him fidget, he was almost convinced you could hear his racing thoughts and pounding heartbeat. You took the popsicle between your lips, pulling the last bit carefully up the stick, ready to swallow it down.

“Please,” he whispered.

It was lilted and sweet, infinitely more delicious than any of the flavors that had been flooding your tongue. He probably knew exactly what he was doing—looking you straight in the eye as he said it, making absolutely sure it took full effect. But even as the feather-light word graced your ears and put an undeniable flutter in your chest, you weren’t ready to let him off that easily.

“Please, what?” You inched closer, enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from your lips.

His adam’s apple bobbed, eyes squeezing shut. “Please…your m-mouth,” he tried again. “Don’t make me beg for it.”

“But you sound so cute when you do.” You brushed your lips over the head of his length, earning a sharp hiss from him as you smeared around the fresh drops of precum that had dribbled out. “You could get anything you wanted with a voice like that. Since when are you this shy, baby?”

“Please,” he repeated. His eyebrows furrowed together in pure desperation, and combined with the view of his eyelashes resting delicately on his cheeks, you could’ve caved in a heartbeat. “Please, I need it. Can’t wait anymore. Don’t wanna wait anymore. Please, please, please.”

He was borderline babbling now, each word growing more and more frantic and sending another ripple down your spine.

“There we go. See how pretty you make it sound?” you cooed. “Let me show you how nice I am to good boys.”

You scooped up the final piece of the popsicle before it could melt completely, tossing its stick on the counter and curling your fingers around Minho’s dripping cock. His thighs shot up as you took him back into your mouth all in one go, sinking down as far as you could take him. The strawberry slush dissolved against your tongue, cooling the inside of your mouth to create an icy blend of saliva that was far too much for his hypersensitive body to handle.

Instantly, his voice rang out through the kitchen without an ounce of restraint. Your lips curved into a smile, swallowing around his length and making his head loll to the side in a fit of pleasure. His jaw went slack, spilling out a string of moans that were nothing short of angelic, a perfect contrast to just how filthy he’d become for you. Sticky with sweat, juice, and drool.

You slid up and down his cock with swollen lips, building up a merciless pace and creating sounds that made Minho’s brain go haywire. His fingers clawed helplessly at the smooth surface of the countertop, so frantic to find something to hold onto that the prominent veins in his forearms began to bulge out. As much as it gave you a power rush to have him so fragile on your tongue, your protective instincts kicked in.

You’d barely even pulled off of his length for a second before he was whining in protest, disoriented eyes fluttering open, hips stuttering in search of your mouth again.

“Don’t hurt yourself, kitty,” you murmured.

Delicately, you brought your hands to his thrashing ones, soothing their erratic movements and guiding them to rest on your head.

All it took was you licking a long stripe up his cock for him to immediately latch onto you. With a grateful whimper, he tangled his fingers in your hair, small palms pawing rhythmically and blunt nails digging into your scalp as you began working your mouth again. The slickness that coated his length with every bob of your head pushed him to the edge alarmingly fast, you could tell by the way he began squirming again. You slid your hands under his shirt to grab hold of his hips, pinning them down against the countertop to keep him steady as you drew out his climax.

“More, c-close, ‘most there,” he slurred. “Ah, ah, ah!”

“Is it really that good, baby?” you swirled your tongue around his tip, sinking your fingers deeper into his flesh to stop him from bucking. “Even the popsicle lasted longer than you.”

Minho couldn’t find it in him to bite back, not when you followed up your taunt by closing your lips fully around him and sucking at the head of his cock. He bent forward with a hiccup, leaning so far down that you could feel droplets of his sweat splatter onto your skin.

“Please,” he gasped without any hesitation left. “Going crazy, a-ah!”

Instead of outright granting him permission, you tongued at his slit, encouraging him to let go. It sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core, serving as the final catalyst to release the pressure that had been piling up in his stomach. Despite how sharp his cry was, tinged with a cute rasp from how much he’d exerted his voice, he came gently on your tongue. Soft and delicate, just like him. You continued sucking intently at his tip as his high washed over him, feeling every tremor of bliss pass through his thighs trembling around your head and his hands gripping your hair like his life depended on it.

His airy moans faded into weak little mewls with each soothing circle your thumbs drew into his hipbones. When the final spurt of his cum had spilled onto your tongue, you let his twitching cock fall from your mouth, leaving him dazed and panting on the countertop.

You were careful not to lose a single drop of his seed resting heavy on your tongue as you rose from the barstool to full standing, coming face to face with Minho. He looked utterly spent—eyes half-lidded, face flushed and glistening with sweat, puffed lips still parted with every pant that slipped past them. He blinked slowly back at you as your hand gripped his jaw, squeezing at his cheeks to urge his mouth further open.

A soft vocalization built in his throat, quickly muffled as you locked his lips with your own, spilling his own release into his mouth. Your tongue slid against his, catching the bittersweet taste of his cum combined with the popsicle’s residual flavor. You savored the kiss for a moment longer before pulling away, watching his throat bob as he drank down the mess of fluids. All his attempts from before to appear uninterested seemed so laughable now, with how eagerly he took it all. For good measure, he stuck his tongue out lazily once he finished, showing you that he hadn’t let any of it go to waste.

You gave his cheek an approving pat.

“You like the taste of your milk, kitty?”

Minho sputtered, ears burning an even deeper red than when you'd had him in your mouth. You swiped your thumb gently over the corner of his lips, pushing a stray drop of his seed back into his mouth. Despite the embarrassment setting his skin on fire, his tongue still flickered over the pad over your finger in a kittenish lick, swallowing it hungrily down with the rest.

“You’re insane,” he finally mumbled.

“Yeah?” You leaned in again to brush your lips playfully over his, allowing the traces of strawberry lemonade to waft over his senses. “Guess you've rubbed off on me.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #dom!reader #sub!minho #sub!lee know #lee know smut #lee know x reader #minho smut

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mizuseyebrows · 4 months

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what happens when I bite a bit harder… —mizu x f!reader

image credits to bad thinking diary by park do-han ^^

warnings: not proofread, nsfw?, neck bites, intense kisses, body touch, possessive attitudes.

includes: horny mfs. bratty afab!/fem! reader. angryish, jealous mizu, I think both of them are dom and/or sub in their own way. words count: 4.3k (I'm incapable of writing something short fck)

a/n: this may be a mizu mischaracterization but I was a horny writer craving her (I'm probably ovulating).

“Come here,” Mizu suddenly rose and grabbed your hand, pulling you from your spot cautiously trying to go unnoticed as you walked somewhere else.

You had been flirting with a man at the table across from you, giggling flirtatiously and distractedly lost in the alcohol in your body.

Mizu practically growled in bewilderment and annoyance at the sight of your sugary smile and the sparkle in your eyes. It was always the same when you stopped at a tea house to rest or at a eatery. You always had to flirt with every man who was present, sometimes you even let some women come up to you and touch you. You were unbearable when you weren’t traveling.

Although, Mizu felt that her discomfort came from her jealousy… Were you really unbearable or was it just jealousy? Jealousy of seeing you so comfortable and happy to have the attention of others.

Mizu forcefully pressed you against the wall, looking from under her new pair of tinted glasses with a heavy gaze that slowly studied your face from your eyes to your glossy lips. How did you always have moist and shiny lips?

She snorted and rolled her eyes in displeasure. “Quit acting like a seductress.”

“Like a seductress? When did I do that?” You pretended you didn’t know what she meant, pressing your back closer to the wall.

“Whenever someone comes near you,” she huffed, her voice a bit hoarse. “By allowing men to approach you, flirt with you, ogle at you. There’s even a specific way you tilt your head. Then, those lips of yours…” Mizu brought her fingers to your lips, caressing your lower one. “I bet you practiced pouting in front of the mirror every morning. You are not a doll who must be viewed and admired.”

You pouted, looking into her eyes, trying to look adorable. “Are my pouts ugly…? Am I not pretty enough to be a doll?” You kept teasing.

“You know, that’s exactly what bothers me…” her dark eyes narrowed, the faint scent of sencha tea leaves filling her breath. “You’re naturally beautiful, and you act cute knowing that. Every man wants you… and I bet you love the attention they give you.”

“I love having their attention, yes.” You nodded confidently and brought your hand towards Mizu’s blue haori. You could tell she was fighting over something in her mind. “And I love even more that you consider me beautiful…”

The moment you touched her haori, her eyes darkened, her pupils pinning like a snake. She grabbed your wrist in a tight hold, squeezing hard enough to make your fingers go numb. The veins on her neck, arms, and forehead were bulging in rage.

“I despise your vanity,” she hissed, her teeth gritted in a snarl. “Don’t act coy with me. You know that men find you attractive and desirable because of your beauty… You deliberately flaunt it!”

“Do you despise my vanity?” You continued to bother her. “You’re hurting me, Mizu… I thought we were starting to get along”

“Is that so? Do you think your playfulness is amusing? Your cute expressions and words?” She smirked, laughing with a bit of ‘contempt’. “I’m only putting up with you because we have a common goal. Once you’re done being an immature nuisance… I’m going to leave you, and I don’t want to cross paths with you ever again. Understood?”

“You wouldn’t do that. You love me too much to abandon me.” You licked your lips, playfully laughing.

“I don’t love you, you nitwit.” She barked, scowling. “You don’t know what it means to love someone. I don’t think it’s even possible for you to care about anything or anyone but yourself.”

“Ouch, you better leave me here if you’re going to talk to me like that now.” You pouted sadly and looked away. You were still teasing her because you sensed there was something she was hiding with her cold demeanor.

She tightened her grip on your wrist.

“What are you… doing?” her gaze traveled all over your face. “Don’t be cute now. I know you’re only acting like this to avoid being reprimanded,” she said, pulling you towards her, trying to be as scary as possible. “Are you seriously using your sad, sulky expression in hopes that I’ll feel bad and take that back?”

“Reprimanded? Why would you reprimand me? What did I do wrong?” You saw her again, still feigning innocence.

“You’re trying to toy with me, making a mockery of my words, and that is the last straw!” her grasp on your wrist tightened even more. “How can you look me in the eye and lie so easily…” she huffed in frustration. “I really should leave you here. You’re a pain in the neck. I’d rather be alone than deal with your childish stunts…”

“Do it then” You challenged her. “If you leave me here now, those men will have the opportunity to do whatever they want with me.”

“And why should I care?” she narrowed her eyes and glared down at you with a piercing glare. “You’re the one who attracts all this unwanted attention to yourself, and now you’re telling me that I should care about you being taken advantage of by those lustful men?"

“Oh, I thought your claim about me flaunting my beauty and charms was because you cared about me.” You stroked Mizu’s hand that was holding your wrist. “I see I was wrong…”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she growled, her nostrils flaring. “You know very well what I’m talking about. You deliberately flirt with every man you come into contact with. You crave validation, being desired by every man.”

“Or maybe I do it because the person I want doesn’t pay attention to me.” You responded insightfully, returning your gaze to the room where you were before. “I know how to take care of myself, so I don’t think those men will abuse me.”

“Don’t try to flatter yourself, you immature little brat.” Her voice was hoarse and strained. “You’re too childish to truly understand the dangers around you. How can you be so arrogant as to think you can take care of yourself on your own? You don’t know what those men are capable of. They’ll use their brute strength to strip you down in front of me. To make you helpless…”

“You taught me to defend myself.” You looked into her eyes again, with a sly smile. “Do you doubt your abilities as an instructor?”

“I’ve taught you many things,” she nodded, a faint hint of pride seeping out of her cold demeanor. “But it doesn’t change the fact that those men will find ways to overpower you once they are set on using you. Even if you tried to fight them off, they are not bound by the same laws that govern us. There are more of them than of you, and they are stronger. They will take you away from me, and I will be left with nothing but pure, unadulterated anguish.”

You stared at her as you heard what she said. That confession made your eyes shine with wonder and your cheeks warm gently.

“So you do care about me.” You laughed affectionately, caressing her hand again.

Mizu realized her mistake and froze. She couldn’t deny it – it was obvious even in the expression on her face, despite how much she was trying to mask it with cold composure.

“Don’t get used to this, you little idiot. I only care about you because we’re working together, and you’re my partner. I’m not going to be your babysitter forever.”

“Your partner? In what sense?” You tilted your head to the side, blinking profusely and slyly smiling.

She smirked. You couldn’t really call it a sweet and playful smile. She stared at you with cold eyes and said nothing, her hands tightly grabbing your wrists, still pinning you to the wall. She was enjoying this, watching your eyes light up, hearing your voice get excited.

“We’re partners in the pursuit of our personal targets,” she said, her voice flat and stoic. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Are you sure we can only be that?” You whispered, blushing at the way she was holding you.

She was taken aback by your question. “Why are you asking me such a thing…” her voice was more than strained, it was rough and cracking. “You know you’re getting on my nerves right now, right?” she asked, leaning her forehead against yours.

“Stop pretending that you are indifferent to me and tell me what you really feel…” You closed your eyes as you felt Mizu’s forehead against yours.

“What’s to tell?” she whispered, leaning closer. “Why do you want to know?” her grip tightened, it felt like any second she would pull you in, kiss you.

“You give me a lot of mixed signals… I can assume some things but you’re so hard to read…” You continued to whisper, clenching your fists from the way she was clutching your wrists. “And I’m too good a reader not to understand you…”

“Mixed signals…” her breath was shallow. She kept her face just a few inches away from yours, her eyelashes tickling your forehead. “Then tell me what it is that you’re reading?” she asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“I think your claims go beyond just the possibility of me being hurt by those men.” You sighed, opening your eyes to get lost in her blue ones. “It’s just that?”

“Mhm.” She spoke softly, almost with a shiver. The feeling of having her lips and forehead so close to yours was making her feel… “Yes, of course, that is just it. I know exactly what those men intend to do. That’s all.” She repeated, trying to mask the longing in her voice.

“That’s pretty disappointing…” You laughed softly, your breath hitting Mizu’s lips. “Now you’re the one lying.”

Her eyes narrowed, her grip tight on your wrists. She closed the distance between us, the sensation on her breath sending shivers down your spine. She slowly moved close to your lips.

“Oh, I was lying, was I?” she whispered, her lips just an inch away from yours.

“Tell me the truth. You won’t stop being the scary assassin you want everyone to see if you speak honestly.” You sighed, focusing on her lips.

“You really want to hear my honest words, huh?” She smirked, her breath tickling your lips. “Then listen up, idiot,” she whispered, her voice becoming raspy. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to be alone again. But more than that…” she moved even closer, her lips brushing against yours.

“More than that…?” You stood still, completely at Mizu’s mercy. She could do whatever she wanted with you at that moment. Literally anything. You wouldn’t refuse.

She didn’t say anything. All you could hear was her shallow and rapid breathing, the sound of her heartbeats hammering against her ribs. She was taking in your scent, the smell of your skin filling her nose, arousing every feeling inside her body.

Then she pressed her lips against yours, lingering, lingering, her tongue gently pushing past your lips, her hand sliding down the back of your neck.

You moaned softly against her lips, after so much tension this felt like heaven. You had even almost slid down the wall, like you were melting.

She kept you up, her body pressed tightly against yours. The feeling of your tongue against hers sent chills up her spine. Her hands traveled from your wrists to your shoulders, then down to the small of your back, squeezing you closely. Your bodies were molded into one, as if two pieces of a puzzle were finally coming together.

“You’re going to understand something, those men don’t want to chat with you because they appreciate how interesting you are. It’s not for nothing that they always buy you drinks. They think that they have a chance with you.”

She broke away from the kiss abruptly and tightened her grip on your arms, under your shoulders, almost shaking you. You just looked at her in silence, agitated by that intense kiss.

“But they don’t.” She whispered and moved closer to your face, furrowed with seriousness. Still maintaining a somewhat cold and intimidating attitude. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours?” You gulped and raised an eyebrow playfully. “And since when I’m yours?” You leaned your head against the wall, a little dizzy from the kiss.

As quick as the lightning that illuminates the sky before a storm, Mizu brought her lips to meet yours again.

Her lips were warm and passionate, her tongue softly and insistently playing on yours, her grip tightening around you. Her embrace engulfed you like a powerful wave and carried you away, leaving no air in your lungs, no thoughts in your mind, no other feelings but overwhelming desire and arousal.

She moaned softly, her entire body shivering with the intensity of the kiss. The sensation of your mouth against hers was intoxicating, sending an intense wave of warmth through her entire body. She pushed her body against yours even more firmly, her head tilted sideways to give you a better angle, and she groaned with pleasure, her fingers digging into your back.

You hugged her neck with need, feeling yourself melt under her kiss. Your fingers tangled in her hair as you sighed softly against her lips. If perfection were a kiss… this would be it.

As your bodies pressed tighter to one another, your mouths kept moving in the dance of your tongues, breathing heavily, hearts beating fast. The kiss slowly morphed into something more. It went from passionate to intimate, warm to arousing. It wasn’t just about kissing. It was something deeper – it was true desire.

You cupped her face and jumped up to hug her hips with your legs, panting even more steadily. Your hands gripped her haori, trying to release the pleasure you were feeling.

Her hands glided up and down your body, lingering along your chest, back, and sides, your ass… feeling the heat rising and your breathing getting deeper with each touch. You both were wrapped within the cocoon of intense desire for one another, not thinking about what may happen next.

You separated yourself from her lips for a few seconds, trying to recover some air with accelerated breaths. “Since when do you like to give shows like this in public?” You whispered against her lips, loving seeing them so swollen from your kisses.

“Shut up,” she gasped, her heavy panting breathing not so different from yours. “It’s not like I usually do this sort of thing, okay?”

She placed her forehead against yours as your bodies still embraced one another, the intensity still remaining in the air. You could feel her heartbeat, her breath.

Her voice was barely a whisper. ”And we’re not exactly in public.”

“No, we are in the hallway of a tea house.” You joked sarcastically, closing your eyes and caressing Mizu’s arms.

The corners of her mouth pulled up in a playful scowl. She placed a gentle kiss on your lips, not caring that her lips were still swollen, and yours too.

“That’s not what I meant, dummy,” she grumbled softly, her voice still laced with breathlessness. “There are no people around. We’re alone, and… and, that’s not too problematic for me. But, if we do find ourselves in real public…”

A grin widened across her face.

“What would the people say, I wonder. What would the men who watch and ogle you so often think when they see me kiss you? What would they envy and desire?”

“Mm, are you jealous, grumpy kitten?” You smiled pleased to see her like this and caressed her swollen lips with your fingers.

“I am not a grumpy kitten,” she muttered quietly, her cheeks feeling flushed and hot as your fingers traced around her lips.

It was a strange feeling, as if she wanted to be mad at you but the heat of the moment made her mind blank and her thoughts nothing but a bundle of desire, need, and lust.

“Stop smiling at me like that,” she grumbled slightly, her fingers tightening around the fabric of your kimono.

“Like what…?” You whispered, in a velvety tone, and caressed her neck using your nails to tickle her.

“Stop caressing me” she barked softly, her voice almost as intoxicating as her scent. “You’re making me crave you.”

You hadn’t noticed how her words had a seductive undertone to them.

“Stop… teasing me,” she growled playfully. “Your kisses — every one of them is addictive.” Her fingers slid from your waist to your throat, lingering at the exact spot where your pulse throbbed the hardest.

You let out a quiet moan when you felt her fingers on your skin. “You were the one who kissed me, silly.” You laughed softly and removed your hands from her neck.

“Are you feeling… sensitive?” the grin widened across her face. “Your neck sure as hell looks vulnerable right now.”

Her thumb rubbed over the spot on your neck. She could feel your heavy breathing, could sense the heat and the arousing energy radiating from your body.

She leaned forward and bit your neck, her hot breath making the area tickle slightly and then sent a surge of ecstasy through your body.

Another soft moan came out of you, as you were trying to hold on to something, without touching Mizu to bother her. “Yes it is…sensitive…” You gasped, feeling your heart race.

“Oh, is it so?” she chuckled, her voice tinged with a teasing and enticing tone, her eyes shining in the dimness of the hallway.

She gave a few more gentle bites on your neck, each one a little bit deeper and more intense than the last.

“And what happens when I bite a bit harder…?”

You moaned a little louder, clenching your fists. “Fuck…” You whispered, trying not to draw the attention of the other customers. “You’re going to leave marks on me.”

“Who cares? What are they gonna think,” she said breathlessly, her voice lowering to a near whisper, her lips barely inches away from your neck, her breath tickling you gently.

“That’s what you want, right? Let them see that they won’t be able to mark me like this, right?” You were desperate to touch her again. You panted rapidly, beginning to feel a tickling sensation between your legs.

“Let them see that you’re mine, yes,” she murmured, her breath now hot and quick as she leaned even closer to you.

She bit your neck again, but harder than the last time, and she squeezed your legs more tightly around her waist as she leaned forward and pressed her body against yours. Mizu gave you a little tug towards her, her breath warm and steamy, her tongue quickly darting out to lick the exact spot she had just bitten.

“Do you think those men imagine how soft my skin will be? How pronounced are my curves under my kimono?” You tried to provoke her to behave more possessively with you, you were loving how she clung you to her.

“I bet they do… the same way that I do. The same way that I can’t take my eyes off you. The way that I imagine how you look naked, how you moan when I make you feel good… They surely imagine all of that… and much more. They probably can’t wait to see your soft skin, how your curves would feel like, and most of all…”

Mizu grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you down towards her, her lips now meeting yours for a deep kiss.

You moaned in surprise and kissed her back, clutching your hands to your kimono. You wanted to touch her, hug her, caress her, everything… But you wanted to hear her ask for it first. Two could play this game.

A strong tickle passed through your body as you melted from Mizu’s kiss and the increasing wet sensation in your crotch made you begin to sweat and burn all over. Her tongue was simply mesmerizing.

The kiss went deeper and deeper, the heat and intensity growing with each second. She could feel your moans and she felt how you wanted to reach for her as well.

She was slowly getting addicted to the way you reacted to the kiss. The sound of your voice… the way that your breaths quickened and your body trembled… all of it sent a surge of desire through her.

Still holding you by the back of your head, she made you tilt your head back and licked your neck again, her breath caressing and warming your skin.

“Gods… I don’t know if I should be worry about this possessive side of you or if it pleases me…” You whispered, closing your eyes tightly pretending you didn’t know the answer.

“You’re mine,” she growled in reply, her voice laced with both desire and jealousy. You had been playing this game with so many other men and they had fallen for your charm, but none of them could mark you as theirs.

And here she was, marking you with kisses, claiming you and making you feel more intense and arousing things than you ever had felt.

“But are you mine?” You asked cautiously, grateful that she was holding you; otherwise you would fall because of the way your legs were shaking. “Can I call you mine too?”

Her fingers tightened around the sides of your neck slightly at your response, her hot, heavy breath wavering through the air between your bodies. Was she really possessive of you? Of the feelings between them?

“Yes,” she finally murmured softly, her voice laced with the same emotions that you felt. “Mine,” she repeated, and you could feel a slight bite where her teeth pressed against the skin below your neck. "Say it."

“What do you want me to say?” You gasped loudly, a little disoriented by the haze of pleasure. You wasn’t really sure what you were talking about now.

She bit your neck again and this time you felt a sharp sting of pain. She drew her fingers up to your jaw and forced you to look at her.

“Say it,” she growled. “Say that I am yours.”

You stared into her eyes and swallowed heavily, feeling like your heart would beat out of your chest. “You’re mine…” The way those words caressed your tongue made you gasp in pleasure.

The sting in your neck was temporarily forgotten with the intensity of your feelings. It was true — you could her claim on you. The idea didn’t exactly feel bad, in fact, it felt good.

“Say that you are mine too,” she murmured breathlessly as she brought her lips back to your neck and gave you several soft kisses in rapid succession.

“I’m yours…” You threw your head back again, laughing almost moaning at the feel of her soft kisses.

“Good,” she muttered, her voice breathless and trembling. Your words were music to her ears and your reaction were like poem to her eyes. Your laughter, your moans, every little thing just added to the pleasure of the kiss.

She was feeling the same way as you were. Her breath had quickened, and her lips had curled into a soft smile after hearing you utter those words.

She pressed her body more tightly against yours, letting out a small gasp and tightening her grip slightly around your waist. She could feel that the both of you had reached the breaking point and that whatever happens next will be unstoppable.

“Aren’t you tired of carrying me all this time?” You asked softly. Your hands were tingling wanting to touch her.

“Not tired at all,” she murmured softly, her grip around your neck tightening once more and her breath wavering in the air as she stared into you with her deep blue eyes. “But perhaps…” she smirked, her voice becoming breathier as she continued. “I do want those beautiful hands of yours to do something to me.”

“My beautiful hands?” You stared into her eyes, feeling yourself sinking into them.

She nodded gently and let out a small moan as she noticed the way her breathing began to quicken even more. Your words were making her head spin.

“Yes, those hands,” she replied softly. “I want them to caress my skin. I want them to feel my scars, to explore every inch of my body. I want them to grasp every part of me and hold me tightly.”

You began to breathe rapidly while you squeezed your hands with desire. What you wanted most was to feel it. Unconsciously your hip rubbed against her abdomen.

“I want you to use them on me..”

You stirred in anticipation, still hugging her hips with your legs, and brought your hands to her cheeks. “Let’s get out of here, let’s go to a room so you can make me yours and I can make you mine. Come on, come on.” You begged her, moaning softly.

“Oh, how impatient you are,” she chuckled softly, her voice low and seducing. She could feel the tingling sensation in her body, the heat slowly spreading all over her skin like a thick coat. “Let’s go then,” she muttered, her voice hoarse and breathless.

You got off her hips, almost falling to the ground because of your shaking and unstable legs. You cupped her face and leaned in for a deep kiss, standing on tiptoe.

She felt your lips on hers, pressing firmly with a little more force than she had been expecting. The sudden move made her body tremble, every inch on her skin was feeling sensitive.

She opened her lips and allowed your tongue to enter her mouth. The hot, warm feeling in her throat made her shudder and tremble, and the intense reaction made her want you even more.

Did it matter what would happen after that day? Would you act as if nothing had happened? The answers to those questions interested you much less than the pain of each bite mark on your neck.

None of that mattered now.

I don't know what I did, sorry ❤️ I'm other person when I'm craving that blue eyed woman

#blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu bes #bes mizu #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu x fem!reader

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loose-angel · 1 year

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Hi can I request a headcanon with Jake, Lo’ak, and Neteyam where their female mate gets angry at them one day for them being very protective of her yelling at them to leave her alone as she feels a bit suffocated and she just wants freedom to do her own thing and they react by putting their head down with their tail between their legs and ears lying flat against their head apologising very quietly before leaving with tears in their eyes and how they’d react when they’re sad and their mate coming to them to fix things with apologies from her as well ending is fluffy please? Thanks 😊

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 Jake, Neteyam, and Lo’ak headcanons notes: i had a lot of fun making this!! esp for Lo'ak cuz its my first time writing for him... also sorry that jakes is a little short i unfortunately see him as a dad but i tried to make it somewhat romantic xDD hope u all enjoy!

Jake Sully

Jake was super protective over you, despite him being rather ‘new’ to the Na’vi lifestyle, he still felt it was imperative for him to be your protector no matter what.

Because of this he stopped you from doing a lot of things

But if he’s with you then go right on ahead!!

But sometimes you just want to do stuff, alone.

But again, he just doesnt get that

One day, you try to go out hunting with your friend, but before you could even grab your bow, jake stops you

“Where ya going sweetheart?”

The usual phrase that made you feel so warm, now just ticks you off.

Before you could control yourself, words just start spilling out of your mouth.

“Jake! I don’t need any protecting! I was perfectly fine and alive before we even met! So just leave me alone!”

Jakes ears flatten against his head and he lets out a sigh

“Baby I –” He reaches out for you but you storm off before he could say anything

You come back from the hunt, filled with regret.

You knew you shouldnt have yelled, and you could’ve phrased things differently, but it was so frustrating!

You expect Jake to avoid you when you arrive home, but instead he greets you right at the entrance

He carries a bouquet of flowers, handing it to you

“I’m sorry for being a little overprotective over you my angel, I’m just afraid that something bad would happen to you”

“I’m sorry, I know you just want to protect me, I didnt mean to yell”

The two of you make up and nuzzle together in your hammock for the rest of the evening

Neteyam Sully

Neteyam grew up with three younger siblings, so it was inevitable that he would be protective over you as well

But he lets you do as you please

The over protectiveness began after a hunting accident that ended up with you having a fractured leg

thankfully the medicinal herbs helped speed up the healing process

But ever since then Neteyam was wary of letting you do anything without him

You try going hunting with your friends, or flying on your ikran but Neteyam simply refused.

“I can’t let you out of my sight my love, how about we go hunting tomorrow instead?”

You turn away, not responding to him, he reaches out to you but you hiss at him

Hes obviously taken aback, you’ve never so much as frowned at him, so this was new

But he was used to conflict, and even more used to solving conflict, so he stays calm

“My Tanhi, you know I just want to protect you, I promise we'll go hunting tomorrow, and you can even invite your friends too”

“Neteyam, I am not a weak child, I can do things on my own” You growled, ripping your arm from his hold. You go to leave your tent but Neteyam stops you.

“Don’t touch me! You treat me like i'm incapable, well sorry I’m not like your squad buddies but I don’t need you!”

Neteyam frowns, his ears flatten against his head, he falters in his step and lets go of your arm.

“Well if you feel you are better off in the hunt without me. . .” He trailed off, refusing to meet your eyes

You sigh, mostly in annoyance with your own actions

“I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean it like that, I didn’t mean it at all, I just want to be able to do things on my own again”

He nods along to your words but still refuses to meet your eyes

You gently grab a hold of his chin, lifting it up, you nuzzle against his nose lightly

“I’m sorry ma’Neteyam, I will always need you”

Lo'ak Sully

Lo’ak was on the normal side of things

Once the two of you became a legitimate couple, he did feel some sense of protectiveness over you, but he never let it guide his emotions and decisions

Up until he realized that other men of the clan had no respect for your relationship and would continue to flirt with you

You being your kind self, you didn’t notice these advances as anything more than kind compliments, especially since you were already with your beloved Lo’ak

But Lo’ak saw thru their ‘kind’ words

It was no secret that Lo’ak faced a little bit of insecurity about himself, so seeing that these seemingly better men (they are not) are trying to take you away from him, his overprotectiveness kicked in

Lo’ak then decided that you were under no circumstances allowed out of his sight.

He tried to not be overbearing about it, if you wanted to hang out with friends he would simply watch from a distance, ready to pounce on any man who bothered to approach you

You were fine with it at first, waving it off as one of Lo’aks antics but as time passed and Lo’ak kept at it you started to feel bothered about it

“Lo’ak, do you really have to come along?” You and your friends decided to go out to the forest to pick out some fruit for the clan (which was also a secret gossip session) and yet again, the boy was trailing behind you

“Yeah, obviously, cuz these guys can’t get the hint” He grunted

“Well I don’t need you trailing behind me all the time!” You rolled your eyes

“It’s not like you reject these guys, you let them come all over you!”

“Leave me alone! I don’t want you anywhere near me!” You hissed, you turned around and continued your trek to the forest grounds.

Lo’ak keeps his eyes on you as you further the distance between you both

His ears flatten against his head, tail swishing softly

Once youre out of sight, Lo’ak turns around to begin walking back to his home

A few hours pass before you come back from the forest

“Ma’Lo’ak? Where are you my love?”

You approach the na’vi boy on the hammock, you lock eyes and you notice a slight puffiness to his own

Immediately you felt 10x worse

“I’m sorry my love,” You climb into the hammock with him, thankful that he opens his arms for you, “I’m so sorry about what I said earlier”

He doesnt say anything, so you resort to peppering his face with kisses

Soon enough he lets out a giggle and the both of you are able to hug it out

#avatar #avatar way of water #jake sully #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x reader #jake sully imagine #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #loak sully #loak x reader #loak x y/n #loak fluff

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jayteacups · 9 months

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Levi Week Day 3: Shy & Blushing | Affections & Fondness

@leviweek2023

To celebrate your second anniversary together, Levi takes you to see the beach for the first time.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Back on my soft Levi agenda :3 Fluff, established relationship, canonverse, civilian!Reader, takes place a short while after the beach scene in S3. Mild NSFW (very brief descriptions of oral sex, F receiving). Mild as it may be, I still don't want minors interacting.

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: So I haven’t written anything in a while but this event is helping me get over my writer’s block little by little! I missed the first two days sadly, and this is also a day late, but I wanted to at least get something done for Day 3 lol. This is based off a really cute dream I had a few months ago about a beach date with Levi, but I never got around to writing it, so this was the perfect chance to finally put it into words. I am absolutely incapable of writing anything other than soft sappiness lol. Hope you guys enjoy reading!

Before today, the biggest body of water you’ve ever seen was the lazy, winding river that runs right down the middle of your home village, where all the merchant boats come in, where all the kids go to play in the sweltering heat of the summer. You practically grew up in the river. It is a second home to you.

And yet it doesn’t hold a candle to the ocean in the slightest.

Miles and miles of pure blue stretch out far beyond the naked eye, the rolling waves on the horizon glinting as they catch the sun’s rays. Untouched by mankind, there is a serene quiet to the air, punctured only by the splash of water making land and the occasional bird cry.

Such a place could only ever exist in myth, or so you thought.

“It’s like something out of a fairytale,” you whisper in awe.

You feel Levi’s eyes on you from behind. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “Yeah, it is.”

The two of you are coming up on your two-year anniversary as lovers, and the Survey Corps’ last expedition to the coastline a couple months ago had inspired him to take you out to the beach to celebrate. He had wanted to show you it’s raw, untouched beauty, before the infrastructure development plans are put into motion.

The way the dry sand shifts under your bare feet catches you off guard. Soft, warm and pliant, which isn’t what you expected at all. The sensation makes you giggle. You can’t help but lean over and touch the sand with your hands, picking a handful of it up and letting the tiny grains slip through your fingers.

“Beware of the sand.” Levi says next to you ominously, taking off his forest-green cloak. “Before you know it, it gets everywhere.” He’s decked out in full uniform and gear. Even though Paradis Island has been declared clear of titans, Levi refuses to take any chances.

You look over your shoulder back at your lover, grinning giddily. “Guess we’ll just have to wash it off in the ocean, then,” you declare, heading right towards the sea. Gone is the soreness from days of camping and riding through endless grasslands, your arms clenched like a vice around Levi’s waist as you tremble atop his horse, feeling all too exposed without the safety of the Walls. Only curiosity and joy remain, propelling your feet towards the water.

“Shit—wait, don’t go too far,” Levi calls. You turn back. The reins on his horse are gathered in one hand, both of your cloaks and your shoes in the other. “I’m going to set us up under that tree over there. It’s hot and Mercy needs some shade.”

You tilt your head. “Okay. Need a hand?” You reach for your shoes and cloak to carry them yourself, but he shakes his head.

“It’s fine, I got it. Besides, I can tell you’re practically shitting yourself with excitement to go frolic around.”

“Mm.”

“So you can go ahead. Just not too deep, I know you can swim but the waves might be stronger than you think. And watch out for poisonous shit and don’t pick any sea creatures up. Hange got stung by this weird-ass blob called a jellyfish because they got too cocky after picking up several non-poisonous things despite me telling them every five seconds to not do that, and their hands were covered in welts for a fortnight.” Revulsion passes across his face for a moment as he recalls the memory.

Confused, you frown. He hasn’t told you this story yet. “What’s a jellyfish?”

“Fuck if I know. That’s what Arlert said they were called. Just watch out.” He leans forward and kisses your cheek tenderly. As he pulls away, you notice his ears are flushed. How cute.

“Alright, alright.” You laugh, and follow it up with a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be careful. Come join me soon, yeah?”

The slightest of soft smiles graces his face as he nods, before you turn around and jog back towards the sea, lifting your skirt above your knees.

The sand grows colder, wetter, firmer under your feet, a change that rips another joyous laugh out of you. As you approach, the sea moves forward, as if to greet you, and a small wave splashes gently over your feet. You giggle.

“Hello, ocean,” you murmur, kicking the water to gently splash it back. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

A quick scan of the shallows revealed no sea critters. Bummer, you were hoping to at least see what a jellyfish looked like—what kind of an explanation is ‘weird-ass blob’?—but you suppose not seeing one is better than an accidental sting. Lifting your skirts up higher, you wade deeper into the ocean until the water reaches your thighs before looking back at the shore.

On the beach, Levi spreads out his spare cloak as a mat underneath a tree. Next to him, his horse, Mercy, sits and takes a well-deserved rest in the shade after a long journey. He then strips himself of his jacket and boots, before folding them neatly into a pile next to your camping packs. He does the same for your cloak and footwear that you’d discarded carelessly earlier, too caught up in excitement. As he loosens his cravat, Levi’s head turns back towards the sea, evidently looking for you, and offers you a little wave.

You wave back enthusiastically. “Come join me!” You call. As fun as frolicking in the water sounds, you don’t want to do it all by yourself.

Another handful of minutes is spent taking off his gear and straps, before he walks out towards the sea. You wait excitedly, as he slows to a stop, just a hair’s breadth away from where the water stops.

Levi rolls up his trouser legs and tentatively tests out the waters with the tip of his toe.

You grin.

“Don’t laugh.”

You purse your lips. “Not laughing.” He’s just so endearing.

He was like this too with the river near the Queen’s Orphanage, where you work as a teacher. One day, Historia took the orphans to the riverbank to play and invited Levi Squad to spend the day off there with her. You’d waded into the water and beckoned him to follow, only to find him standing hesitantly on the riverbank, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. There aren’t many rivers and lakes down in that shithole where I grew up, are there? I can’t swim to save my shitty life, you remember him saying. Eventually, you’d coaxed him into standing ankle-deep in the river, and he’d ended up watching over the children that didn’t want to venture any deeper either. After all, they had all come from the same place he did. On expeditions and even now on this camping trip, Levi uses a bucket and rag to wash instead of submerging himself in rivers or lakes like everybody else does.

“It’s okay.” You say reassuringly. “It’s hardly any different from standing in the river.”

He gives you a very familiar look of exasperation. “Give me a break. I didn’t get into the ocean when I was here with the others, and I still can’t fucking swim.”

“That’s fine. We don’t have to go any further than knee-deep.”

He nods. Despite that, Levi still lingers with his toes barely in the water. Slowly, you get the feeling that his hesitation has nothing to do with his inability to swim.

You purse your lips, holding in a laugh. “I see. You’re scared of jellyfishes, aren’t you?”

He blinks, deadpan. “You’re hilarious. I’m not scared of jellyfishes.”

Your face splits into a grin. “Yes you are.”

“I am not. This is ridiculous.”

“If a jellyfish was to show up right now, what would you do? Hide behind me?”

“If a jellyfish was to show up right now, you’d be the one hiding behind me, just like you do whenever there’s a spider in the house.” Levi crosses his arms and gives nothing away with his expression, but his ears are turning redder by the second.

You give him a teasing look. “Sure, sure.” And even if you did end up being scared of a jellyfish, you know Levi would help you without a second thought. Just like he does with the spiders. “You know, I still have no idea what a jellyfish is. How would I hide behind you if I don’t know what I’m supposed to be hiding from? What even are they?”

“Freaky little fuckers, that’s what they are,” he grouses.

“Okay, well, we’re not going to let a stupid freaky sea creature ruin our fun, yeah? We know that they exist now, and since you’ve seen one, you know what to look out for.” You hold out a hand. “We’ll be okay.”

Levi’s eyes drops towards your hand, clearly debating on whether or not he should take it. He’d been too shy to show any sort of physical affection towards you when Historia and his subordinates were also present, even though everybody was off-duty that day.

Now, though, there is nobody watching.

Just how the both of you like it.

Levi searches your face for a moment, before he quickly snatches up your hands, and takes another step into the water. A new wave rolls in, harder than the rest, and crashes against both of your calves, soaking the hems of his trousers and your skirt.

“See? All fine.”

Still holding onto your hand so tightly his knuckles begin to whiten, Levi scans the waters with narrowed eyes. “Mm hm.”

This won’t do. He’s still far too tense, far too on edge. What you wouldn’t give for him to be able to relax without feeling guilty about it. Concerned, you squeeze his hand.

“Hey. How about we get out of the ocean for a bit? You said we were going to stay here tomorrow for the actual anniversary too, so there’s absolutely no rush. For now, we can walk along the beach as far down as possible and then back up here again. The sun looks like it’s going to set soon too, so it won’t be too hot for us. You won’t have to worry about leaving Mercy alone for a short while, she won’t overheat.”

Bit by bit, the tension seeps out of him as he considers your offer. He squeezes your hand back.

You smile. “Let’s go.”

———

As you walk along the beach, two bright red, shelled creatures make you yelp as they abruptly cutting the two of you off in your tracks, scuttling sideways. You also come across the occasional pretty seashell that Levi offers to hold in his pocket, before eventually stumbling across a strange mass washed up on the sand.

Levi flings an arm in front of you. “Stop.”

“What the—” Realisation strikes you quickly. “Is that a jellyfish?”

He nods stiffly.

“So that’s what it looks like… well, you’re right. It is a weird-ass blob.”

“This one’s triple the size of the one Hange picked up.” Levi informs you in a whisper.

“Um, is it dead? It’s not meant to be out of the water, is it?”

“Don’t know. Don’t think so.” Levi looks back out at the sea, tugging on your hand slightly as he slowly inches backwards. The sun is beginning to set. “Should probably turn back anyway.”

“We could just walk around the poor thing, if you want to keep going.” You offer him a reassuring smile. “But I don’t mind either way.”

He shakes his head, the tugging on your hand growing stronger. “It’s been too long since I’ve fed Mercy. And the sun is setting; we need to set up our tent before dark. Come on, let’s go.”

He’d fed his horse not long ago, but you just suppress a smile of endearment and let Levi eagerly steer you away from the beached jellyfish. You squeeze his hand in comfort, and he squeezes back in thanks.

As the sun sets, the sky burns. Above you lies every shade of red, orange and yellow imaginable. The sight is gorgeous.

But not more so than Levi himself.

You’ve always attested to his beauty, though he’s always quick to say otherwise. But if he could see himself today, alight from the sunset glow, you aren’t sure even he could deny that whatever higher forces are out there took their time shaping every feature of his to perfection.

And he says he’s the lucky one.

As the two of you walk, hand in hand, you both gradually drift sideways towards the ocean, until the two of you walk ankle-deep in water, feeling the sand get drawn in and out under your feet as the ocean ebbs and flows.

Despite his nerves from earlier, Levi had chosen to walk on your left side, the side exposed to the big expanse of ocean. Content to stroll in silence, to simply take in this beautiful feat of nature around you, you notice Levi looking out to the sea every now and then, admiring how the light glints off the waves. Even the curve of his cheek—which is all you can see when his head is turned away from you like this—just fills you with an inexplicable joy. As Levi looks back in front of him to see how much farther the two of you have to walk, you notice his expression is softer, content. Dare you say it: he’s happy.

“It’s really nice seeing you like this.” You murmur, voice barely audible above the breeze.

He looks back at you. “Hm? Like what?”

“Like you’re at peace.”

His breath hitches. At a loss for words, Levi’s pinky curls around yours as he looks back out at the ocean for a moment.

“I have you to thank for that.”

The words are accompanied with an awkward clearing of his throat and a blush so undeniable he could not possibly pin it on the reddish glow of the sunset.

“The last time I was here, it wasn’t like this. It was… All I could think about was…”

He pauses, exhaling harshly, as his feet come to a stop. You come around to face him, taking his other hand. In times like these, you’ve found it’s best to not say anything, to give him the room to gather his words. It’s hard for him to express his feelings and thoughts, and from the small glimpses of his past he’s revealed to you, it’s not difficult to see why. There is no room for vulnerability in the life he leads. And yet, he tries for you. You’re so incredibly proud of him, beyond what your own words could ever express.

“Hange and my squad were having the time of their lives. Armin’s dream to reach the ocean came true. But all I could think about was how everybody who didn’t live to see the ocean should have been there to see it. How much they would’ve loved this place, just like you do.” He swallows thickly. “Then Eren, that brat, he… he goes and ruins the mood for everybody else. He goes and reminds us all of what awaits on the other side of the ocean. As if we could ever forget.”

You remember reading the article about it in the papers. How your blood had gone cold. How faint you felt at the realisation that everything Levi and his comrades fought for, shed blood for, offered up their hearts and lives for, had been for a truth uglier than anyone could possibly imagine.

No. It’s not like you could forget either.

“And if that wasn’t enough, he goes and contemplates what it will take to finally reach the freedom he thought was beyond the ocean. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what his first thought was.”

You feel sick to your stomach. The hurt and shock on your face must be clear as day to him, for Levi shakes his head and pulls you in closer to him, a hand rubbing your back.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have told you that,” he says quietly. “Sorry. I just… before today, that was my first and last time seeing the ocean. This time… this time is better.” Voicing it makes him blush once more. He looks away again. “Much better.”

Reeling from his words, all you can do is bridge the gap and pull him in close for a hug. Inside, there is a sinking, sickening feeling that things are only going to get worse for the Survey Corps from now on.

You close your eyes. “I wish this could all be over,” you mumble into his shoulder. He’s warm under your touch. “You must be so tired.”

In response, he holds you tighter, his body melting into yours, and sighs.

———

On your way back, you feel Levi taking quick, stolen glances at you when you’re looking elsewhere. Every time you turn back to look at him, he’s whipped his head in the opposite direction and is looking out at the ocean, presumably to hide his blush.

You grin to yourself, and look in the opposite direction. Beyond the sand lies a more firm, grassy area with those unfamiliar-looking trees just like the ones you left Mercy under. You and Levi quickly agree that once you get back, you’ll go a little further inland to set up camp, since he’s wanting to avoid getting sand in the tent.

In your mind, you replace a patch of the grassland with a cosy cottage facing out towards the sea. You can almost hear the sounds of joyous laughter being carried by the wind: yours, Levi’s, and perhaps a third voice, much younger, much less burdened by the weight of the world.

The two of you make it back to where you started with still some daylight to spare. You give Mercy some water, and prepare dinner from the packed rations, whilst Levi, having proven himself capable since he does this every time he goes on an expedition, walks a little further inland and puts up the tent.

The moment you two crawl inside and lay down your sleeping bags, Levi presses a searing kiss to your lips. It isn’t long before his head is between your thighs, bringing you to the edge. Always willing to give. Your fingers weave through his silken hair, and tears of pleasure—tears only Levi has ever managed to draw from you—sting at the corner of your eyes.

When you come, he comes—untouched. And after the two of you gather yourselves and clean up, he’s looking at you ever so fondly, like he will never get the chance to look at you again.

“If I could give you the world,” you say, pulling him closer (it will never be close enough), “I would.”

“I don’t want the world,” he mumbles, leaning down to kiss you, “I never have. I want you.”

———

Long after you’ve fallen into slumber, Levi lies awake, mind racing.

I want you.

He means it in every sense.

Out on the beach, walking beside you and admiring your breathtaking radiance, he’d come to a realisation he should’ve come to a long time ago: he wants to marry you. The question had lingered at the tip of his tongue the entire way back, but he had managed to hold back on asking you right there and then by looking away, catching his breath, letting his burning face cool with the breeze. He couldn’t let himself ask you in that moment. If he was going to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him, he was going to do it properly, with a ring that shines as brightly as you do.

It’s kind of ironic, how this entire trip to celebrate your two-year anniversary as lovers, would’ve been the perfect time to propose, yet he’d been too slow to realise it until now. He decides that the moment he gets back to the Walls, he’s visiting the nearest jewellers.

He’s always been that way, Levi supposes. It had taken him years after your first meeting at that teashop to tell you how he’d felt, and he almost never told you at all. For so long, he had been convinced this could never be in the cards for him. Everybody he has ever loved meets the same tragic fate, and he’s scared that one day, you will too.

But if you ever do meet that fate, he knows in his heart of hearts he will never regret loving you.

He reaches over to pick up his pocket watch. It’s dark inside the tent, but his eyes have always been keen, and he can make out the positions of the hands.

Fifteen seconds to midnight.

He takes a moment to look down at you in fondness. Your cheek is squished against his chest, soft lips parted to let out slow and deep breaths, your arm loosely draped over his side, legs entangled with his.

Ten seconds to midnight.

He dares to mouth the words. Will you marry me?

As if in response, you snuggle up closer to him with a sleepy sigh.

Three, two, one.

“Happy anniversary,” Levi whispers, heart full, and closes his eyes.

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 1 year

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the thing about rachel animorphs being terribly characterized in all her ghostwritten books but one (and even that one is like. it's not amazing rachel narration but it DOES have the most romantic plot of all time so i forgive it*) to a degree that none of the other characters are plagued by is that to me it feels very revealing about us as a Culture bc it's like. the thing about rachel is that she is a hot blonde who kicks ass. and she's also a complex individual with many sides to her, including (i think if you read her non ghost written books and even just the slice of her narration we get before she dies in the last book this really jumps out undeniably) an extremely real and tender strain of sweetness. and this comes out in some of her scenes in books narrated by other characters. but in her own books, where she's narrating, it's like, they simply cannot understand the assignment, when the assignment is "hot kickass blonde but make her also a real person." it's like that old toast essay about getting insanely obsessed with ophelia because the alternative was admitting that a man needs to be as talented as shakespeare to write a sad girl who's also a human being except it's you have to be as good as k. a. applegate (the shakespeare of monthly mass market paperback children series) to write a girl who is hot and awesome and a human being.

*the most romantic plot of all time is that they have to acquire a beached sperm whale to go down under the water and attempt to subdue a giant squid so that the whole squad can acquire it so they can go deal with the problem on the ancient submerged spacecraft that's fucking up their allies the chee (androids created by the now extinct race of aliens who invented dogs). anyway so rachel hates water because she hates things she can't control and her coping mechanism for dealing with fear is walking into it head on so she wants to be one of the whales precisely because of how badly she doesn't want to be one of the whales (overall her characterization in this book i do think is solid, just the Tone is not quite 100% in her voice IMO), so when they're drawing straws she makes eyes at tobias to use his hawk vision to tell her what's the short straw, and he's like "no i am not going to help you drown yourself on purpose" and she makes eyes at him harder and then he's like "ugh fine" and tells her, and then he draws the other short straw on purpose even though he hates water more than anything but not for rachel control freak reasons, it's because he's a bird and the containment of water freaks him the hell out and also when he demorphs out in the ocean it's not into a shape that can, like, doggie paddle. which first of all is soooo funny and also good rachel characterization because rachel is like constitutionally incapable of thinking ahead for 5 seconds to "obviously the boy who loves me who would love me anyway but for whom i am like literally his primary tie to humanity because he lives as a red tailed hawk and spends his days perched in his trees hunting small mammals is going to insist on coming with me on the scary underwater squid mission just like every other time i have done anything ever" and also because jake gets super fucking mad at her about it which is like getting mad at a fish for swimming. but then the best part is they're down there and both spooked to hell about it because the deep sea is crazy scary and because, again, THEY BOTH HATE THIS CONCEPT SO BAD and are only here because of rachel's psychological problems and true love. and while trying to get their minds off the skin-crawling nightmare of it rachel lets it slip that some dude asked her out and they have this AMAAAZING back and forth where they're both being incredibly snotty because of how they are totally in love and also little babies who have just barely started acknowledging this to themselves much less each other which means that even though they can go on a terrifying deep sea adventure alien war side quest date they are still insanely awkward about like-liking each other. tobias learns the guy's name is T. T. and asks if that stands for total trauma and rachel's like idk what it stands for and he's like well you should find out his name if you're going out with him and rachel's like well i'm not and tobias is like oh. and then they find a squid. it's incredible. then at the end of the book T. T. comes around while rachel's at gymnastics and flirts with her again and rachel basically tells him to fuck off and he calls her "a name i've been called before" because swearing between the lines was an important part of animorphs and then tobias who is watching this whole thing from the sky is like "hey he was cute. and i heard what he called you. cute AND perceptive" and rachel's like "oh shut up (affectionate)" and they go have a flying date together. like literally when will your faves. they ARE the blueprint. sometimes i feel insane for as an adult still finding something genuinely romantic in a pairing from a 90s monthly mass market series for children, but like what other kidlit saga has ever included a tragic dreamboat boyfriend affectionately teasing his girlfriend about what a total bitch she is in a way that genuinely works as a cute thing to do because she and we both know that he literally loves her partly BECAUSE she has no problem being an asshole to people who deserve it and also is so good at killing people? like hello!!!!!!!!!

#topics on which i've hit tumblr paragraph limit:#brad pitt sucks; i think some dracula post but i don't remember which one; why rachel/tobias from animorphs is the OTP of all time #sure. yeah. whatever.#animorphs

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To Love A Dragon: Part 1

Summary: “Two children, born of cruelty, one of fire and one of ice. Of old and new, by fire and blood, a story unfolds.” -prophecy spoken by Visenya after the birth of her granddaughter

Notes: I am incapable of writing one part fics anymore, so here’s part one of a miniseries about Sihtric and Rhaenerys that takes place during season 2. It’s short but I have more planned for it.

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Rhaenerys Targaryen

Word Count: 1722

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: N/A

Part 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom or A Song Of Ice And Fire nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose

Sihtric had heard tales of the lands beyond the ocean, where old magic and dragons rule the land. When he was younger, he thought of them just as stories, tall tales to keep young children in line. But now he sees that they weren’t just tales. They were real. Very real.

Dunholm was a flurry of activity, his father even more on edge than usual. Kjartan wasn’t one to let many things get under his skin, but his tense stance and shifting eyes betrayed his fear. Scouts had returned claiming there was a dragon in the area, the men so damned terrified they could hardly speak. Sihtric had been keeping out of the way, before rushing to the ramparts when everyone else started to crowd the high walls.

He heard it before he saw it, the thunderous beating of wings before a massive dragon swooped down out of the sky, a deafening roar rolling across the land. He stood there, frozen in place as he watched the black and purple beast fly towards his home, his fear giving way to a sense of awe. It was only then he saw a saddle strapped to the dragon, the scaled beast flying close enough to the ramparts that Sihtric could just barely make out a woman in the saddle, her white hair blowing wildly behind her. He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear her laughter and by the gods did he want to hear it again.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, an actual Targaryen in Northumbria, but he couldn’t linger in his thoughts for too long, the sound of Tekil calling him pulling him from his reverie. Before he even made it to the old warriors side, he was told to pack his things and be at the stables to leave before nightfall to find where the dragon and its rider were camped at. He kept his head down and did his tasks quickly, knowing that Kjartan and Tekil were in rare form after the sight of a dragon flying over the fortress. The wooden walls could hold back a decent army, but they wouldn’t stand a chance against a dragon if it decided to attack.

The small scouting party left shortly afterward, the dust being stirred up as they made their way along the road with haste in the direction the scouts claimed the dragon flew from. Everyone was on edge, the arrival of the Westerosi royal could mean anything. Traveling merchants had spun tales of the conquest of Westeros, enrapturing Sihtric ever since he was a small boy and now, he may have to live those terrifying tales. He wasn’t sure what he would prefer, a fate to remain at the hands of his father or hope the dragon rider would show him more mercy than he’d known if conquest was their mission. He should’ve known better to put the choice to the Norns, because they always spin your fate in ways you wouldn’t expect.

They rode for a day, finding the camp with ease due to the size of it. After stashing the horses where they would camp for the night and finding a place to hide out and observe, Sihtric noticed the camp was a flurry of activity. There were people everywhere, men in metal suits wandering around while servants of all kinds hurried about to do their tasks. While the young Dane wouldn’t say it out loud, the sight of the three headed dragon banners fluttering around the camp and the idea they were spying on one of the more powerful and well known royal families deeply unsettled him, and he couldn’t foresee an outcome where they walked away with their lives.

The party made camp far from the royal retinue, Tekil and the older warriors coming up with a strategy to infiltrate the camp and learn what they could before heading back to Dunholm. Sihtric sat quietly, sharpening his axe as he listened to the words they spoke. Something in his gut told him they would have a much harder time blending into the crowd here, that this would not be a simple scouting mission. In the short time since he laid eyes on the encampment, the amount of armored and armed men patrolling the area was more than expected. This was no Saxon guard they were spying on, this was the Targaryen retinue, and there were easily more guards in this one’s household guard than all of Northumbria combined. He fell into an uneasy sleep, praying to the gods they would survive this endeavor.

Dawn came sooner than he would’ve liked, the small campsite packed quickly while Tekil pulled Sihtric off to the side and informed him what the plan was. He was to sneak into the camp while Tekil and the others caused a distraction, locate the command tent, find out who and why they were here, then meet the rest of the crew at the village a half day’s ride from there before they would all return home. If Sihtric was caught, he was to say nothing about why he was there and if he didn’t make it to the town before noon, they would leave him. A simple enough task, but one that had Sihtric nervous beyond belief.

Once Tekil’s distraction was in motion, a large smoke signal that sent just enough guards off to investigate, Sihtric was able to sneak in with relative ease. He slipped between the tents, steady avoiding those awake and working as the sun began to crest the horizon. He started to panic the longer he snuck around, walking deeper and deeper into the heart of the camp until he found the largest and fanciest tent. Assuming that was where he needed to look, he deftly slipped through the entrance, narrowly avoiding being seen by a large older man in the brightest armor Sihtric had ever laid eyes on.

The tent was separated into sections, a desk covered in correspondence and a plush sitting area in the front with wooden screen dividers hiding the big bed and a copper tub in the back. Sihtric stopped breathing for a moment, noticing that there looked to be a person asleep on the mattress and deciding to make it quick before he got caught. He carefully stepped towards the desk, suddenly very grateful that Tekil had made sure he could at least read or he would’ve been done for.

He quickly searched the mess of papers, locating a letter from the newly crowned King Guthred to a one King Maegor, talking about a potential marriage alliance with Maegor’s daughter, Princess Rhaenerys. While there was no mention as to what all the alliance would entail, there was a location for them to meet in person to discuss the details. Satisfied with the intel he collected, Sihtric stuffed the letter into his leathers just as the sleeping person started to stir. With the noises at the front of the tent getting louder, indicating the arrival of more people, he knew time was up and he needed to leave now.

Keeping himself pressed against the wall of the tent, Sihtric tiptoed past the divider and around the tub, keeping his eyes on the shifting form of the waking person. When they sat up, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, Sihtric nearly tripped over his own feet at the sight of the beautiful woman. Her long silver white hair was unbound, tumbling over her eyes as the silk sheet exposed her fair skin, covered by some fancy nightgown that he knew was not made in these lands. He knew he needed to keep moving, that Tekil was waiting for him and lingering here any longer was a death wish. As he reached for the opening at the back of the tent, his eyes locked with two deep purple ones, a confused look spreading across the young woman’s face. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, Sihtric’s heart beating rapidly within his chest as some strange feeling took hold of his heart in that moment.

He nodded once, before rushing out and not looking back, sneaking back through the camp before breaking into a run where his horse was. The journey to the rendezvous point went briskly, Sihtric’s mind a whirlwind as the adrenaline of being seen and seeing that stunning woman took over. He couldn’t explain it, but it was like something clicked into place for him. He had no words for his emotions, but they were stronger than ones he’d felt before. As he rode hard along the dusty road, he knew his fate had changed drastically.

Rhaenerys sat in her bed for a few moments, trying to determine if the strange, albeit handsome, man was another figment of her erratic dreams or if he had been real. Her ladies maids entered the tent, pulling her from her thoughts as their familiar voices filled the air. She could hear them talking about some false alarm the guards investigated around dawn, a fire having been set by some locals probably but it had the knights on edge now. Rhaenerys rolled her eyes and got ready for the day, the mismatched eyes she had seen never leaving her thoughts for long.

They looked familiar, reminding her of a wolf she used to dream about when she was younger. Once, her grandmother said that her dream was an omen, one that meant she would meet someone who embodied a duo eyed wolf and that she would know when the time was right. As cryptic and vague as that answer was when she was a child, she couldn’t help but think how correct it was in this moment. It meant he had been real and she wondered if their paths would cross again.

Her ladies finished dressing her in her riding leathers, tying the last knot when Rhaenerys noticed a letter missing from her desk. A wry smile formed on her lips, the knowledge that she would likely see that man again when she arrived in Cumberland to determine whether or not King Guthred was worthy of her hand, filling her with a new sense of determination. As she greeted the bustling camp and new day with a smile, ready to finish this long journey and discover that strangers place in her future.

Tagging: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @gemini-mama @mrsarnasdelicious @synintheraven

@zaldritzosrose @alexagirlie @legitalicat @thenameswinter99 @fallingintoyourlilaceyes

#sihtric kjartansson #sihtric x oc #Targaryen!oc #Rhaenerys Targaryen

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bastetwastaken · 5 months

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A friend on discord asked for a tragic, romantic, bittersweet drabble based on the song There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths.

Sharing because it was fun <3

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He slid into the passenger seat of the small car easily, Atem smiled at him but didn’t say anything, just as he usually did when he got late night calls from him. As they drove slowly through the small residential streets and headed out onto the open country roads he felt himself relaxing more and more.

“Where are we going?” Atem asked.

“Anywhere.” He said. A hand gripped the seatbelt over his chest and he sighed. “Just anywhere that isn’t…there.”

Atem said nothing, but a hand left the steering wheel and came to rest over his thigh, he grabbed it, held it like a lifeline and Atem held him just as tightly.

They both knew what he meant, both understood why he felt the way he did, but they also both knew that there wasn’t an easy fix. His problems went too deep and as much as he could run from them for short periods, he couldn’t leave them entirely.

Not yet, anyway.

He tried to focus on the way being with Atem felt so right, so comforting to him, on the music which played softly from the stereo and the relaxing motions of the car, the passing lights of the town outside the window, but his brain just wouldn’t let him be.

It had to remind him of everything he had to deal with, everything he’d been through and everything which he still had to go through when he inevitably had to return to that damned place.

Those thoughts overwhelmed him, threatened to unravel him and he hated that they seemed to mean so much to him but he just couldn’t stop thinking them.

“Just a few more months.” Atem said gently as he turned off onto another road. The hand in his squeezed reassuringly and he nodded but didn’t look away from the window.

Atems presence was always welcome. His boyfriend was the only person who he ever felt truly comfortable with, the only person who he could really be himself around.

He was everything to him and it hurt that he couldn’t be who he felt like right now any other time. His parents wouldn’t allow it. They didn’t understand.

His eyes slipped closed and he tried to fight the urge to cry with frustration. Atems hand was so warm in his, so comforting, his car was a safe place for him and he wished he never had to leave this place.

That he never had to go back to that place which he was supposed to call home… but Atem was right. Just a few more months and he’d be free to be himself.

He wondered if he’d last that long.

“I love you.” Atem said softly.

He would last, for him.

“I love you too.” He replied. He took a deep breath and released it slowly, he stopped clutching at Atems hand so desperately. “Let’s go somewhere fun.” He said.

Atem smiled and nodded, switching lanes easily so they could take a different path and he decided that for now he’d just try to ignore the bothersome thoughts in the back of his mind and embrace the time he’d been given with Atem this evening.

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Bonus under the cut cause I am incapable of not including happy endings even when asked to write angst <3 .......

The next time he called, Atem picked him up in a larger car.

This time Atem got out of the car, walked up to him confidently and took one of the bags he was holding.

With smiles on their faces they packed his bags into the trunk, closed it and climbed into the car without a second glance at the house which hadn’t been his home for a long time now.

Atem turned to him, smiling softly as he asked. “Where are we going?”

“Home.” He said, laughing happily.

His smile didn’t leave his face as Atem started the car, he didn’t look back as they drove away from the place which had caused him nothing but pain for the past ten years of his life.

It didn’t fade as they left the city limits, crossed the border into the next state and continued on.

He should have been surprised that he didn’t feel any sense of remorse, that there was no hesitation in his actions, no dread or fear. The place he used to live no longer mattered to him.

They were starting a new life together, and that’s all that mattered.

#atem #monarchshipping #fanfic #ygo dm #yami #I wrote this in like 40 minutes and its not edited and I'm not taking criticism on it thank you

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eventinelysplayground · 17 hours

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The Bonds of Friendship

This fic is all because I wondered if Kennyo would have ever hit Shingen with his prayer staff when they were younger. I have done Shingen's romantic route and watched videos of certain parts of Kennyo's so hopefully they are in character enough. Honestly I just was very interested in their friendship and wanted to write something for it. I had another idea in mind for the ending but I went with the sad one as I felt it was better. An offer made to a friend years ago is finally fulfilled. WC Approx 1535. Tagging @echoes-in-the-forest as they have been hearing about this fic for awhile.

It was a humid late summer's day, the last of the cicada calls playing upon the evening breeze as two young men sat on a temple veranda talking while enjoying good drinks and rich sweets.

“You always bring too many sweets with you.”

“There's no such thing.”

Kennyo let out a frustrated groan as he picked up a sweet bun.

“Are these why you were late today?”

Shingen's mouth turned up into a mischievous smile and Kennyo instantly regretted asking.

“I was late because of something much sweeter than these. I ran across the most beauti-”

“Nevermind.”

“Come on Kennyo, it's only natural to notice and appreciate all the natural beauty around us and there's quite a lot of it near here.”

Shingen popped a sweet bun into his mouth as Kennyo shook his head disapprovingly.

“How do you find the time to be so frivolous? Should you not be concerned with your duties?”

“This is part of my duties.”

“How is being lecherous part of your duties?”

Shingen dramatically put his hands over his heart while Kennyo took a bite of his sweet bun.

“I'm hurt you see me that way my dear friend.”

Kennyo took a deep breath and rolled his eyes at Shingen.

“Are you incapable of ever being serious?”

“I am being serious, part of my duties is to find an acceptable wife and have children to ensure our clan's future...and the sooner the better.”

There was a slight edge to those last words but Kennyo chose to pretend there wasn't. His friend had not fully confided in him but what he did know was painful to consider. A short silence fell neither one seemingly willing to delve deeper but it was broken by the sound of Shingen’s cup coming to rest on the table.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You and I share that same duty but it doesn't seem like you're doing anything about it.”

Kennyo frowned, his body shifting slightly as it tensed.

“There is no need for concern, I have plenty of time for that.”

“Really now?”

Kennyo could see the grin forming on Shingen's lips and it agitated him.

“Must all our conversations have to involve women!”

“Eventually yes, but you're avoiding my question.”

“I am not, I told you I have plenty of time.”

“Maybe you do, but the sooner you start looking the sooner you'll find her so I ask again, what about you?”

Kennyo's frown deepened. It's not as if he hadn't thought of it, after all as Shingen pointed out it was a duty they shared. To marry and produce children to lead after they were gone as both of them had done when their own fathers passed. Yet Kennyo always found himself hesitant for some reason.

“You’re handsome enough Kennyo, intelligent, kind and quite charismatic. Though it pains me to admit it, you could even beat me at it and have women falling at your feet.”

“Your point?”

“You must have seen how some of the ladies in the town look at you-”

“That is not a point!”

Kennyo raised his voice at Shingen and turned to face him.

“Why the sudden interest in how I carry out my duties?”

"You brought it up first."

"And you are avoiding my question."

With his words now thrown back at him it was Shingen's turn to frown. Kennyo waited in silence as Shingen toyed with his cup. He could tell his friend was deep in thought but not wanting to say what troubled him out loud, perhaps it had to do with something bigger than he expected. Despite his frivolous nature he knew Shingen cared deeply for those around him and so decided to relent if it would help put his friend at ease.

“I know I will need to make a proper choice one day but…”

Kennyo's words drifted off and they sat together with nothing but the sounds of the cicadas between them for a while. It was the first time Kennyo had thought so deeply about the matter and he found having his friend there, although silent, helped him to put his hesitation into something more concrete.

“It may be selfish of me but if I am to take a wife I do not want just anyone. I have yet to find a woman I deem suitable and I will not compromise on my desires.”

“And what are those desires?”

Kennyo saw the mix of seriousness and curiosity in Shingen's eyes and he let out a heavy sigh.

“I am not entirely certain. I have met a few women who would make a good Abbott's wife but, I do not feel as if they would make me a good wife. They are lacking something that I can't identify and it annoys me. There are always others who could take over for me when that time comes if need be.”

“So you've given up looking for her then?”

“I suppose, why waste energy looking for someone who may not exist when I can focus my energy elsewhere. I could live for a hundred years and never find she who completes me.”

Kennyo's voice held a sorrowful edge to it.

“Well then you'd just have to live longer than a hundred years.”

Shingen's voice was buoyant and he slapped his knee.

“Have you lost what little sense you had?”

“What? It's the simplest solution, if a hundred years isn't enough then live longer.”

Kennyo let out an exasperated sigh and placed his hands on his knees.

“And just how much longer do you think I should live? Two hundred years, three hundred?”

“Why not five hundred?”

Kennyo blinked at his friend in disbelief before laughing.

“I'm serious Kennyo!”

“You really have lost all sense!”

“I'm certain that in five hundred years from now there should be at least one woman who will be persistent enough to work her way into that secretly romantic heart of yours. She'll have to put up with a lot being married to you sure but-”

Shingen stopped as he reached out and caught Kennyo’s prayer staff before it hit him on the head.

“That's not how you were taught to fight.”

“I am not fighting, I am using it to knock sense into you.”

“Well then you're going to have to try a lot harder than that.”

Kennyo lightly tugged on his prayer staff and Shingen released it.

“I have answered your question now answer mine, why are you suddenly concerned with this matter?”

Kennyo noticed something briefly flicker in his friend's eyes.

“I want to know those I leave behind are happy.”

Shingen's voice was so soft that Kennyo barely heard him. He had guessed right, there was something bigger bothering his friend. He had a feeling what it was and thought to ask but then decided against it, instead deciding to indulge him further.

“If, IF I somehow manage to live until five hundred years from now and find a woman to take as my wife.”

Kennyo rolled his eyes again not quite believing he was giving in to such ridiculousness.

“Then I swear to name our first born son after you.”

Shingen let out a loud laugh.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry. It would be a great honor to have your son named after me, now I just have to figure out how to live to see it.”

“I do not want to be friends with you for five hundred years! If that is the case then I withdraw my offer.”

“Too late to back out now, you've given me your word!”

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On another late summer's eve many years later the cicadas' calls once again played upon the breeze and a man sat alone on a temple veranda turning over a cup in his hands.

“I should not have said I did not want to be friends that long.”

Kennyo looked up to the sky and closed his eyes in silent prayer for his recently departed friend. Not long after he heard a strong cry and opened his eyes.

“I should have made you swear to those words of yours my friend.”

Kennyo let loose another silent prayer before he placed the cup down and began to rise. He had just turned towards the door when it slid open.

“Here you are Master! I went to the main hall first but-”

“Never mind that Ranmaru, tell me.”

“You have a son, Master Kennyo!”

“A son.”

“Yup, and Lady Mai is doing juuuust fine!”

If, IF I somehow manage to live until five hundred years from now and find a woman to take as my wife….Then I swear to name our first born son after you.

Well old friend, this does not exactly fulfill the requirements however it is close enough. Our son could not be named after a better man.

“Come Ranmaru, let us give proper thanks and then we shall go and see my son and Mai.”

Kennyo patted Ranmaru on the shoulder and walked into the temple. Ranmaru went to follow him but before he did he caught sight of the lone cup sitting on the veranda.

“Master Shingen…”

With a solemn look on his face Ranmaru clapped his hands together and bowed towards the cup before heading back inside.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku kennyo #ikesen shingen #ikesen kennyo #ikesen fanfic #ikesen #starlitmanor network

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