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[akayona-imagines]

The fic was soo cute! The ending especially! Cuddle party time everyone!

Ngl, the cuddle party was inspired by something that I witnessed a few years ago when I was visiting my cousin, who was almost ready to pop (not just 5ish months like Mi-Ran is).

We were watching tv when her cat just hopped right up on the sofa and plopped directly on her stomach. Her 6-year old came into the room, saw the cat and wanted cuddles too. I’m sitting in the arm chair watching all of this go down when her husband comes in not long after the kid, takes all of this in, and pretends like he’s jealous everyone else is cuddling with her.

So, you’ve got in order the inspiration for Shin-ah, Zeno, and Jae-ha’s behavior.

[akayona-imagines]

That fic was lovely. ♡

You’re lovely!

[akayona-imagines]

AHHHHH that Mi-Ran side fic was amazing and beautiful and so amazingly fluffy! Best of all, thank you so much for returning after a long disappearance! I understand that you're busy with work and life but I'm incredibly happy to see that you're back (albeit even for a bit) to give something to us even when you clearly don't have to. So welcome back~! And I hope life is treating you alright! <3

Thank you!!!

[akayona-imagines]

Mi-Ran Side Fic #3

Yun and Kija were off foraging, Hak and Yona were hunting, and Jae-ha was in town trading some of Yun’s spare medicines for supplies not easily made or found on the road. Zeno had accompanied him at Yona’s request to make sure he didn’t make any frivolous decisions. Mi-Ran’s ankles were swollen and sore, so she’d elected to stay behind at camp with Shin-ah to rest.

No one expected it to happen while Jae-ha was away. If her life were a work of fiction, one would have thought Yun, Yona, or Zeno would be with her at such a pivotal moment in her life. They would be wrong.

The first time she felt her child move, Shin-ah was the only one around.

She’d been weaving a net, eager to be useful to the group somehow, when she’d felt it. At first she’d thought the unusual sensation was indigestion or something similar, and didn’t spare it a second thought. But when she’d felt it again, the bizarre feeling that she could only describe as being similar to the fluttering of butterfly wings, she knew.

“Shin-ah,” she gasped, tears welling in her eyes as her hands dropped to cradle her child.

He’d been reluctant to spend time too close to her since she’d rejoined them. Since he’d been the first dragon to forgive her (Jae-ha exempted, obviously), she was fairly sure it wasn’t out of dislike. Her only guess was that he had never been around a pregnant woman before and simply didn’t know what to do.

However, as soon as she’d gasped his name, he was at her side in a heartbeat. His sword and whetstone lay abandoned on the ground, dropped in his urgency to assist his friend.

“The baby,” she whispered, tears still falling from her astonished face as she turned to him.

“Yun...I’ll find him,” Shin-ah offered, turning to do just that.

“Don’t,” Mi-Ran requested, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from running off anyway. “I’m okay. We’re okay. I think I felt the baby move for the first time.”

Saying it out loud seemed to make it real somehow, and she held both of Shin-ah’s hands within hers as she repeated herself, beaming. “Shin-ah, I felt the baby move for the first time.”

“Congratulations,” he murmured, unsure of what else he should say or do.

“Do you want to try and feel it too?” she offered, still radiating joy and pride.

“I...shouldn’t,” he replied, gently trying to remove his hands from hers.

“Oh, Shin-ah,” she said, more happiness falling from her face with every passing moment. “Is it because you think you’ll hurt me or the baby?”

He nodded, already ashamed of himself.

“Do you want to hurt me or the baby?”

He shook his head so fervently that Ao was almost flung loose.

“Then you won’t,” she assured him, moving his hands so that they rested directly atop her baby.

The tiny gasp of amazement and wonder that escaped from him would have gone unnoticed if Mi-Ran were any less observant. “Can I...get closer?”

“Of course,” she replied, scooting over to allow him more room.

She wasn’t exactly expecting that to mean he was going to rest his head atop her stomach, but he was such a gentle person that she couldn’t hold that against him.

“I can hear...the heart beat,” he said, like he couldn’t believe it himself.

Shin-ah’s current position reminded her so much of the cat her family used to own that she couldn’t help but softly stroke his head like he was that cat.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” she asked. “There’s a person in there. One that’s growing a little bit bigger and stronger every day. In just a few months, they’ll be here, and we can hold them, love them, and teach them.”

“Amazing,” Shin-ah repeated, closing his eyes so he could focus on solely on listening to the sound of Mi-Ran and Jae-ha’s child’s heart beating. Even if the child were to be born a Dragon Warrior, the parents didn’t seem to mind all that much. They were almost eager to have their child join them in the world.

Mi-Ran didn’t think the father of her child was a monster. She didn’t think the child she bore would be a monster, even if it did inherit it’s father’s powers. She wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t afraid his glance at her stomach was a curse that meant her child would be the next Dragon. She’d allowed him to come so close to her and her child, practically eager to share this moment with him.

In that moment, he made a silent vow. Even if Mi-Ran’s child was meant to be the next Green Dragon, he would watch over it. He would protect the child, teach it everything he could, share his memories of Jae-ha and how much Jae-ha loved it and it’s mother. Even if it cost him his life, he would never let the little heart beating beneath his ears ever think of itself as a monster.

“Are we interrupting?” Jae-ha teased, setting down the spoils from his shopping trip with Zeno.

“Ohhh! The lady is having a cuddle party with the Blue Dragon! Zeno wants to join!” he exclaimed, rushing over and burrowing himself into a good position.

“Can I ask what started this?” Jae-ha asked, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, not wanting to be left out of the cuddle party.

“The baby moved.”

[akayona-imagines]

U ded?

[akayona-imagines]

Ahhhhhhh I'm also shooting for teacher certification but I didn't even get to open my textbooks or prepare for them because I was working as a part-time essay teacher (grading essays is so tedious ugh--and summer vacation's almost over too D:). I hope everything goes well and that you'll find time to relax the best you can! I know those exams can cost so much! D: Also take good care of yourself and make sure you get some sleep/ eat a meal/ don't overexert yourself, etc. I'll be rooting for you!

God, that class was $1100 (US). It was a hybrid class, and the in-class parts were so intense. The online portion could get tedious in places, and I admit I spent most of the online classes with my nose deep in all 3 of my textbooks. But, I passed with 89% on the final, and that’s good enough for me.

[akayona-imagines]

i love you and your blog so much!! i hope you are doing well!

Thank you!

I’m proud to announce that I passed my class and got my certification!

Now, I’m super-busy trying to find a job…

[akayona-imagines]

Is this blog and fandom still alive????

Yes to both.

Unfortunately, because I’m working on a teacher certification right now, I don’t always have time to post.

I’m sorry that my efforts to improve myself and my quality of life have interfered with something I do for free and out of the goodness of my heart.

I’m super stressed out right and all these messages clogging my inbox saying things like “When are you gonna post something?”, “What’s taking so long?”, and “Is this blog even active?” do not help.

[akayona-imagines]

Since there aren't many akayona scenario blogs, I was super excited to find one as amazing & so well-written & in character as yours! So I was wondering if I could request a jae-ha+reader first time scenario?

Thank you so much! It means a lot to me to get any sort of feedback (ngl, positive feedback is the best).

NSFW BELOW (Jae-ha/Female Reader)

This was terrifying.

Here you were, standing in front of him, knees knocking together and hoping he wouldn’t notice how frightened you were. Not now when you both were so close. The last thing you wanted was for him to notice and think less of you for it. You knew he wasn’t that kind of man, but still, it was hard to keep your thoughts from running away from you.

You shivered as one of his hands came up to your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. How much of a mess could you possibly be? He was barely even touching you and you were seconds away from falling to pieces. How was it possible to anticipate something so much and be so fearful when the moment was upon you?

His lavender eyes gazed down into yours, so full of love and affection, and the warm smile on his face was almost enough to set your mind at ease. Almost. In a way it made the situation even worse. He had so much faith in you. It would kill you to disappoint him. So, you just had to endure.

Warm lips pressed against yours, and you melted into the kiss. At least you knew you wouldn’t fail him here. Practically sagging into his arms, you welcomed the respite from your own mind, focusing solely on the sensation of his arms holding you securely and the feeling of his heart beating against yours.

His other hand slowly pulled at the shoulder of your robes, exposing your shoulder. The illusion broke and all of your fears came right back to the forefront of your mind.

“Are you alright?” he asked, breaking the kiss, and sporting a concerned frown.

“W-why do you ask?” you stuttered, absentmindedly pulling your sleeve back up over your shoulder.

He sighed, clearly disappointed. “You’ve been trembling the entire time, and I’ve barely touched you. I’m pretty sure that if you had armor within arms reach, you would have it on in a heartbeat. You’re clearly uncomfortable, and the last thing I’d want to do is force my affections on an unwilling woman, so I’ll just go. Sorry to have troubled you.” He leaned forward to give you a farewell kiss on the forehead, but held himself back, and pulled away. “Goodbye.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, wiping away the tears gathered in the corners of your eyes with a balled up fist.

He paused, his hand inches from the door. “Why are you apologizing to me?” he asked, turning around to look at you again, face awash in confusion. He was the one who had made you upset and yet you were asking for his forgiveness.

“I let you down,” you confessed, sitting down on the bed, tears only just beginning to slow.

“What are you talking about?” he replied, frown lines spreading across his forehead as his confusion grew. He was the one at fault for frightening you and making you uncomfortable.

You patted the space next you on your bed, inviting him to sit next to you. He sat a good foot away, trying to give you the space you clearly wanted. But, it wasn’t him you were afraid of. So, reaching out a hand, you laid it over his and explained.

“I’ve never been with anyone before, and I was afraid that I’d disappoint you. You’re so worldly and have so much experience, and I’ve never seen a man naked, let alone touched one and I just know there’s no way that I could possibly satisfy you.”

He leaned back his head and laughed. The sound broke your heart. Here you were baring your soul to him and he was laughing at you. You tried to pull your hand away, but he was too fast, and held it fast. “I wasn’t laughing at you,” he explained, squeezing your hand tightly, and scooting closer towards you.

The two of you sat shoulder-to-shoulder in silence, hands clasped tightly, for a few moments before he turned to face you and continued. “I was laughing because I was relieved. I thought I’d done something, and I was glad to find out otherwise. I don’t care that you haven’t got any experience. But, thank you for telling me.”

“You’re still going to go?” you asked, lip trembling. He had set your mind at ease, knowing that he didn’t think any less of you, but now you were afraid of what would happen if you let him walk out the door.

“Do you want me to?” he replied, not breaking eye contact.

“No,” you admitted, gazing downward, face flushed. He listened to you and made you feel safe, and you knew you could trust him.

You lay face up on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, completely nude as Jae-ha rummaged through your kitchen, looking through your cooking oils. The temperature had dropped from earlier, and your skin became covered in goosebumps as you shivered.

“Having second thoughts again?” he asked seriously, setting down your jar of almond oil on the bedside table, as he sat next to you.

“Not this time,” you affirmed, reaching out to squeeze the hand closest to you. “Just cold.”

“Alright,” he replied with a small shrug, before slowly stripping off his clothing, making sure to toss in a few suggestive winks and hip wiggles with the express purpose of making you laugh and putting you at ease. At last, he was left in only his undergarments. He poured a fair amount of the almond oil in his large hands and rubbed them together to warm it.

“Out of curiosity, what are you doing with my almond oil?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Since this is your first time, I’m going to make this as enjoyable for you as I can. The first step is making sure you’re as relaxed as possible before we begin, and in my experience, there’s nothing more relaxing than a good massage,” he explained, beginning with your right foot.

He dug his fingers into the sole of your foot, apply gentle pressure that soon had you sighing and relaxing back into the softness of your bed. After lavishing the same treatment on your other foot, he added some more oil to his hands and began working his way up your legs. Soft squeezing and molding on your calves gave way to smooth strokes along the outside of your thighs. More oil on his hands, then he tenderly but insistently nudged your legs apart enough that he could work the insides of your thighs as well.

Jae-ha used his thumbs more than ever, rubbing slow circles ever upwards from the knees. Your thighs trembled and your face flushed, and while you were still apprehensive, you were more afraid of him stopping than you were of where he was going with this. He was only half an inch from your core when he withdrew his hands to apply more oil. To your consternation, when he resumed his massage, he moved to your arms rather than continue from where he’d left off.

He started with your hands, topping off every manipulation of your digits with a feather-light kiss to every single fingertip. Gradually, he worked his way up to your shoulders. His hands were close enough to your breasts that you could feel his body heat emanating from them, even though he wasn’t touching them. You wanted him to touch them, but were afraid to ask him. How on earth could he have you so relaxed and so on-edge at the same time?

Another addition of oil, and again, instead of continuing from where he’d left off, he resumed the massage wherever the hell he felt like. This time your abdomen. Your hands balled into the sheets. If you could keep your hands occupied, you’d be able to keep them off of him. His hands moved slowly across your stomach. His movements started from side to side, from just over the hipbone of your left side to the same spot on the right. All too soon, his hands paused, but instead of removing them to apply more oil like he’d done so many times before, he looked up at you.

“I’m going to need to switch positions,” he informed you, eyes darting back and forth from yours to your bare breasts, even as they rose and fell with your every breath.

“T-that’s fine,” you agreed, unsure why he’d even needed to ask.

“Well, the position that’d be most comfortable for me may not be so comfortable for you,” he admitted, unconsciously moving his hands in little circles on your stomach.

“It’s fine,” you said, voice trembling.

“Alright,” he replied. “But, if I make you uncomfortable in any way, let me know. I’m serious. You don’t need to be a hero and try to hide anything. If you’re scared or if you’re in pain: tell me.”

You nodded, afraid to speak again, lest your voice break or squeak, and he moved.

He nudged your legs further apart with one of his knees and moved until he was seated comfortably between them. He undid the ribbon tying his hair back and it cascaded downward, momentum making it swish back and forth before it fell into place. The ambient light from your lanterns and candles sparkled off the sweat starting to gather on his muscular abdomen. Your hands gripped your sheets so tightly you were legitimately afraid that you might tear a hole in them. Fuck, views like that weren’t good for your heart.

Leaning forward, he resumed the massage starting above your hipbones and moving vertically upwards, his calloused fingertips grazing the undersides of your breasts with each pass. Unbidden, a gasp escaped your lips, making him pause. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“I-I-I,” you stammered. How could you ask him something like that? Blood rushed to your cheeks. Your hands let go of their almost vice-like grips on the sheets to hide your face, forcefully keeping him from looking at you long enough for you to gather your courage to try again. “Y-you can move your hands a little higher,” you squeaked.

“Whatever you want,” he assured, taking one of your hands and pressing a kiss to the back of it before resuming his task. His hands moved upwards, almost too slowly, the fleshy weight of your breast spilling between his fingers as he squeezed softly.

A moan escaped your lips before you could stop it, and one of your hands flew up afterwards, too late to stop it.

“Don’t stifle yourself,” he requested, a thumb brushing across your nipple, drawing out another soft moan. “It’s noises like those that tell me I’m doing a good job.”

“They don’t sound weird?” you asked bashfully.

“Not at all,” he assured you, both thumbs rubbing small circles on your pebbled nipples.

It felt incredible, and you found yourself arching your back off the bed, trying to press your breast even harder into his hands. You wanted more but were afraid to ask.

His hands gave way to his mouth. Hot and wet, his mouth wrapped around a nipple. He was unbelievable, soft and firm at the same time. His tongue flicked against it before releasing it with a quiet pop. He moved to the other breast, kissing it open-mouthed, tracing little circles with the tip of his tongue.

A growing warm tingling sensation between your legs had you instinctively rubbing your legs together to provide a little friction, but instead of finding each other, your knees rubbed against Jae-ha’s hips. Naturally, he hadn’t failed to notice that. “Do you want me to touch lower?” he asked, keeping one hand at your breast, alternating between soft squeezes and playing with the nipple.

You nodded, face red, unable to bring yourself to ask.

Jae-ha lay beside you, propped up on his left side by his arm and one of the pillows. He’d moved your legs apart, spread as widely as they could without causing you discomfort. His right hand trailed slowly down your leg from the knee, with pressure so light it almost tickled. He leaned over you as his hand got closer to your core. Your foreheads and noses touched, and your eyes met. Even as his fingers found their goal, he didn’t break eye contact.

You pulled him down into a heated kiss as a finger brushed your outer lips, collecting the wetness gathered there, rubbing back and forth long enough to drive you practically insane. Your hips pressed upwards, desperate for more pressure. At last he sunk a finger inside and you broke the kiss, sighing in satisfaction. The drag and pull of him as he moved back and forth was amazing.

The two of you smiled at each other, before he pulled away, claiming he needed more space to work. “Keep your legs right where they are,” he ordered with a smile, withdrawing his finger as well as he moved lower.

His head was between your legs and he looked up at you with a smirk. He wouldn’t! There was no way- Your train of thought was interrupted when he lowered his mouth to your center, licking softly as a hand wandered upwards to play with your breast. The sensation was indescribable and your legs clamped tightly against his head as your hands flew up to your mouth to stifle your moans.

Jae-ha brought both hands down to your hips, prying your legs apart. “I’m loving how responsive you are but that does hurt a little.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be,” he responded kindly. “You’re definitely enjoying yourself which was exactly what I wanted. You just lay back and let me take care of everything else, alright?”

You nodded and he went back to slowly savoring you. The warm tingling had started to change into a pleasant tightness. The tightness grew as he worked a finger inside you again as he licked at your clit.

“More,” you whined, twining his long green hair between your fingers, pressing your pelvis up into his face.

He pressed a hand to your lower abdomen, forcing you back down to the bed. You could practically feel his smug grin as he continued to wring out every bit of pleasure he could. He worked a second finger in, gradually and in time with the subdued undulations of your hips. It wasn’t pleasant at first, but neither was it painful, so you didn’t mention it.

The tightening was getting almost unbearable. “Mmmm…I-I need…” you stammered. Something was going to happen; that much you knew. You needed to warn him too, but how could you speak when you were about to fly apart at the seams? “Jae-ha, I-”

Too late. All of your muscles seized at once. Your eyes slammed shut, your inner walls clamped down on him so hard you could almost feel the ridges on his fingertips, the hand in his hair yanked upwards while your other hand clutched the sheets, and you could feel your thighs trembling like you’d been running all day. Then, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, your muscles loosened again, and pleasure sung through your veins.

It could have been seconds or it could have been minutes. In the aftershocks of pleasure that coursed through your body, it was practically impossible to keep track of time.

“Jae-ha?” you called, too exhausted to want to look for him.

“Yes?” he answered, laying beside you, sporting a wide grin that couldn’t have possibly been any smugger.

You rolled over on top of him, legs on either side of his waist, and kissed him with a fierceness that neither of you knew you possessed. He responded with equal fervor, rolling his hips upward sending tingles through your oversensitive body. You pressed down against him, meeting his passion with your own. It didn’t take long for him to reverse your positions, pressing you down into the bed and grinding against you, lavishing your neck with wet kisses as he did.

While you may not have ever seen a man naked before, you had seen plenty of livestock, so you knew what the rock hard bulge grinding against your still pleasantly sensitive core was, and how it was intended to be used. He was spoiling you with his affections and hadn’t asked for a single thing in return. Surely, he was just as desperate to feel your touch as your were for his.

Hesitantly, you reached down to touch it through his pants. You’d just barely grazed his cock with your fingertips when he drew back quickly, as if your very touch burned him. He sat away from you, using one hand to support himself, and the other to brush the verdant locks out of his face.

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked shamefaced, sitting up as well.

“On the contrary,” Jae-ha replied, breathing very hard. “You’re amazing. I intended to take things slowly and make this a memorable experience for you, but the way you kissed me caught me by surprise and I’m afraid I lost control of myself. I was seconds away from grinding you straight through the bed when that delicate touch of yours reminded me that I was dealing with an inexperienced woman who isn’t ready for the rougher side of lovemaking.”

“I’m ready,” you frowned. You’d come so far and he still didn’t think you were ready?

“For some things,” he agreed with a nod. “But, not for others. We’ll have plenty of time to get adventurous later. For now, just leave things to me.”

Your back was pressed deeply into the mattress, and your ankles rested on his shoulders. His hands firmly held down your thighs as he rubbed his thick cock between your folds. The slow back-and-forth cant of his hips had you seeing stars. You threw your head back, bottom lip clenched between your teeth, trying not to moan like a cat in heat. Warm liquid was seeping out of you, drenching his cock. You couldn’t just sit there with your hands in the sheets like you’d been doing for most of the evening, and you reached out with both hands, grabbing his taut ass and squeezing hard. He needed to be closer, he needed to press harder, you needed to feel everything.

“Do you think you’re ready?” he asked, halting his slow thrusts.

You nodded fervently, unable to tear your eyes away from his warm lavender ones.

“This may still hurt,” he warned, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. “There could be bleeding.”

“Are you trying to scare me out of this?” you asked. Because if he was, it was starting to work.

“No,” he replied, leaning forward to kiss you on the forehead. “Trying to make sure you know what you’re in for, so if you want to back out, you can.”

“I trust you, Jae-ha,” you responded, bringing a hand up into his fair and pulling him into a deep kiss. “If it hurts, it hurts. And I know you’ll do your best to make it hurt as little as possible. Please. I’m ready.”

“Well, I’ve never been one to deny a lady what she wants,” he retorted, returning the kiss before moving back into position. “I’ll go as slowly as possible. If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”

He ground against you a final time before pulling back and gripping his cock by the base, pressing the head against your opening. Gradually, he pressed forward, sinking slowly into you. This was very uncomfortable, and you couldn’t stop your nails from digging into his shoulders. He hissed, leaving you unsure if it was from pleasure or pain. The both of you had agreed that he would stop if you asked him to, but you hadn’t, so he continued delving forward until he could go no further.

He stilled, brushing moisture away from where it had gathered in the corner of your eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked, just above a whisper.

You weren’t alright, but neither did you want to call everything off. Not now, when you’d come so far. “Can we stay like this for a little while?” you asked.

“Sure,” he agreed readily. “Do you mind if we switch positions though?”

“Huh?”

He rolled the both of you over until you were laying on top of him, never withdrawing from you even once. “Like this,” he explained. “Can you sit up?” You obeyed instantly. While still uncomfortable with him moving within you, moving together wasn’t as bad. He followed your lead, and soon you were both sitting.

Instinctively, you legs wrapped around his waist and your arms twined about his shoulders so that you wouldn’t lose balance. What you weren’t expecting was how much fuller this position made you feel and just how intimate it was. The sweat at his brow was beginning to glue a few strands of his green hair to his face. But, he was looking back at you too. It felt like his gaze was penetrating you even deeper than his cock, like he was trying to stare into your soul and discover everything about you.

You both moved at once, leaning forward to kiss each other deeply. As his tongue danced with yours, your hips began moving on their own, desperately seeking friction. Jae-ha took that as his cue that it was alright to move and matched your tiny thrusts with his own.

This had to be the most intimate experience of your life. Not just physically either. Every kiss, thrust, and moan spoke of your desire to be closer to each other. Arms pressed you and your lover together as closely as possible, and soon your hips began moving faster.

“Do you want to try taking the lead?” he asked, breaking the kiss.

“Are you sure?” you replied tentatively. What if you did something wrong? What if you broke him?!

“Go for it,” he said encouragingly, slowly laying back until he was flush against the mattress while you remained sitting atop him like he was the world’s most unusual chair.

“If you’re sure…” you responded. Bracing your hands against his chest, you slowly began rocking back and forth, not wanting to try too much too soon.

“Incredible,” Jae-ha murmured, looking up at you like he was staring into the face of a goddess. Reaching up to run his fingers teasingly through your hair and down your back, he added, “You’re amazing.”

The compliments caught you off-guard, making you thrust a little harder against him than you’d intended. Hmm, that sensation wasn’t too bad, you thought, trying the slightly rougher thrusts again. Now, it looked like things were going somewhere.

Unnoticed by you, Jae-ha had reached over to the all-but-forgotten almond oil he’d been using to massage you earlier and poured some on his fingertips. He brought his thumb to your clit and rubbed in time with the undulation of your hips. Shocked, your muscles clenched down hard, drawing a groan from your lover.

“I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” he cautioned, pinning you beneath him with a quick roll. Withdrawing completely, he dripped what seemed to be an excessive amount of the oil on his cock, smearing it with a few languorous strokes from base to tip. He slid back inside you, much smoother than before.

A long moan escaped your lips as you shut your eyes and basked in the sensation of him sinking back into you. This was so much better. Encouraged by your erotic noises, he began thrusting back and forth inside you. He moved slowly at first, with long, deliberate strokes that had you clutching at his firm ass hoping to draw him in even deeper. As his pace began increasing you leaned forward to kiss him. You lacked the words to describe how he was making you feel and how you felt about him, so your only hope was to kiss him deeply enough that he would understand even without words.

Jae-ha understood your unspoken pleas perfectly, returning your kiss with even more passion and affection and reaching a still oil-covered hand down to stimulate your clit as he continued thrusting deeply inside you. His strokes came faster and harder until you were clutching the pillow behind you for dear life as you felt that now-familiar tightness in your abdomen growing again. His mouthed nipped and licked at your neck as he worked, wanting to leave your mouth free to sing his praises as he brought you to ecstasy yet again.

In no time at all, your head flew back and howled as your climax overcame you. It was different than before when he’d used his fingers and mouth. Now, you could feel his weight all around you as he continued to thrust, even as your internal muscles clenched down upon him, trying to hold him in place. Well, he’d never liked being tied down to one place before, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now. The drag of his cock inside you, pulling against your still-pulsating walls was absolutely sinful, prolonging your pleasure in a way you’d never thought possible. You barely even noticed that he was losing his rhythm, until you felt him pounding into you harder than ever before.

Bracing his dragon leg against your bed, he drove into you with almost inhuman strength. You were sure that if it had been any other man, you wouldn’t have tolerated it, and demanded he stopped. But, you weren’t with any other man. You were with Jae-ha and it felt delightful.

With a last hard thrust, one aided by a kick of his leg that you swore you heard break one of the support beams under your bed, he stilled and you felt a different sort of warmth blooming inside you. Yet, he remained hard, and seconds later was thrusting again.

You felt something dripping out as he continued to fuck you with all of his remaining strength. It felt different than the oil or your own juices. Curious, you reached a hand down, and gathered some of the mysterious substance on your fingertip. It looked white, tinged with just a bit of pink, and the consistency seemed strange. A flick of your tongue and you became aware that it was also quite salty and bitter. Scrunching your face in distaste, you thought of many other things you’d rather taste.

It wasn’t until Jae-ha stilled once more that you remembered he was watching you, and had seen every second of your little culinary adventure. You turned your head to the side, ashamed to be seen after what you’d just done. But, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eye. With no warning, he kissed you harder than he ever had before. Pulling back, he told you, “You are so fucking perfect.”

He only lasted a few more strokes before you felt him soften inside you. Pleased you’d managed to satisfy him at last, you pulled him down until his full body weight was resting on top of you, his exhausted cock resting warm and sticky against your thigh. “Thank you,” you whispered, kissing any part of his face you could reach as tears began to roll unbidden down your cheeks.

You would remember this night forever. He’d made you feel like a divine being that he worshiped with everything he had. You were certain that nothing else would ever feel as good again when, seemingly reading your thoughts, he rolled you over until you were laying beside him and whispered back, “Just wait until we’ve got you properly broken in.”

“I’m not a pair of shoes,” you said with mock offense, punching him in the arm before appropriating his shoulder to be your pillow.

His only response was a contented hum and affectionate squeeze of your waist before he pulled the blankets up around the pair of you. You extinguished the lights and drifted off to sleep, pleasantly exhausted and sore in your lovers arms.

[akayona-imagines]

What would the hhb group be as babies?

They’d be babies. You kind of answered your own question there.

But, thanks. It let me post something today while I work on a super-smutty fic I hope to be able to post tomorrow.

[akayona-imagines]

Can you write headcanons on the hhb going on a date with their s/o for the first time?

Yona: They’d go somewhere nice, but inexpensive. If there was a nice field of wildflowers somewhere, I could see them going there and enjoying a nice picnic.

Hak: They would hustle some competition and then use the money to pay for the rest of their date. They’d probably get a really nice dinner somewhere. Hak can be pretty doting when the mood strikes.

Yun: The Mother of Dragons has everything under control. He’s gonna put all of skills to use to make the best meal ever. That’s the date: he and s/o are gonna cook together. It’s gonna be domestic and romantic as fuck and everyone will have a great time.

Kija: A nice horseback ride together. It would have been a walk, but the faster they go, the less likely he is to notice any insects. That is, until he accidentally swallows one and starts freaking out.

Shin-ah: The walk is right up his alley. He doesn’t even need to bother Yun. He catches their lunch and it’s great. Ao is best wing-squirrel, btw.

Jae-ha: A nice moonlight swim. While swimming at night can be very dangerous and isn’t something that should be attempted lightly, there isn’t much a good dragon kick can’t solve.

Zeno: I can see him taking them to a local festival, and just going crazy with the street food, the game stalls, and the dancing.

[akayona-imagines]

Things Admin Thinks About

So, I spent the weekend housesitting for my aunt, and I babysat my cousin’s toddler for a bit too.

We were watching Sofia the First on Netflix (not bad as far as kid shows go), and a thought occurs to me after hearing King Roland talk and checking the credits to find out that he is voiced by Travis Willingham.

I’m just waiting for King Roland to get mad enough that he snaps his fingers and sets some shit on fire.

[akayona-imagines]

Kija finds his s/o crying because she stepped on a bug and killed it? lol

"What’s wrong?”

“I killed a ladybug,” she sobbed, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “It was just minding its own business and because I wasn’t paying attention, it’ll never see its ladybug family again!”

Kija had a conundrum on his hands. In his opinion, the less creepy-crawlies, the better. But, she was already upset and it wouldn’t be right to tell her something like that when she was clearly heartbroken. What was it Zeno said to Yona when they’d first met him?

“It’ll be alright,” Kija assured her, resting his human hand on top of her head. “Everything that lives must return to heaven someday. If you’re sorry, the ladybug will forgive you.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him through her tears.

[akayona-imagines]

What about some headcanons and or a fix about one of the hhb teaching their s/o or child a skill?

Hak teaching his daughter a few things about self-defense:

Every man has a weak spot. Stay away if you’re just sparring. But, if it’s a serious fight and you feel like you’re in legitimate danger: attack. If you get a shot, take it and take it hard.

Your enemies’ assumptions about you can be their downfall. Don’t be afraid to take advantage of any opportunity you get.

You are a strong independent young woman who doesn’t need any dragons. But, just so you know, they would end someone if you need them to.

I will end someone if you need me to. Do you need me to? Is it that guard who keeps smiling at you all the time? He looks pretty shifty. They’ll never catch me. And on the off chance they do, I’ve got diplomatic immunity.

Hidden weapons can be a great asset. If they think they’ve got you unarmed, they’ll let their guards down, even if just a little.

When aiming a kill shot with a dagger, keep your blade horizontal so that it goes through the ribs rather than getting stuck between them. Try to avoid going for the ribs if you can. Too many obstacles. Go for the throat. It is soft, fleshy, and unprotected.

If you can get a shot in at the legs, take it. Go for the femoral artery. If you land a good enough it, they’ll bleed out in no time.

[akayona-imagines]

S/O, who is very aware of emotions and very open about their own, calmly and very bluntly confesses their love to Shin-Ah. How does the cutie respond and what he thinks of their straightforward fearlessness?

It was an average night for the Dark Dragon and the Happy Hungry Bunch. As usual, they were in a forest, gathered around a campfire, eating a meal full of wild vegetation and fresh game that Yun had managed to turn from an odd mish-mash of ingredients into something downright appetizing instead of merely edible. Also standard were Hak’s teasing, Jae-ha’s innuendos, Kija panicking over a bug he saw cross his path, and Shin-ah simply watching everything unfold.

After a usual meal complete with usual antics, she and Shin-ah were sent to clean the dishes. With the stars and moon providing enough light for even her to be able to see clearly, she turned to her companion. Under the fur attached to his mask, she could see a few wisps of blue hair brushing the nape of his neck. It was a shame he’d been conditioned to live in fear and hide himself away from the world. He was beautiful inside and out and it was time he knew it, too.

“Shin-ah,” she said clearly, tapping him on the shoulder so that he would be completely certain that she wanted to have a conversation with him and not just make a quick remark.

He carefully put aside his washing and turned to look at her. Even though his gorgeous eyes were obscured by his mask, she was sure that he was looking her directly in the eye. He nodded, silently telling her he was ready to listen to whatever she wanted to speak with him about.

She smiled softly. Things were off to an excellent start. She took a deep breath to gain a little extra confidence and then she dove right in.

“I love you, Shin-ah. I love how gentle you can be. I love how fierce you can be when you’re defending something you care about. I love that little smile you get on your face when Yun’s made something even more delicious than normal. I love the little slump your shoulders do when you’re sulking but don’t want the rest of us to notice.”

“I love the way your voice sounds. It doesn’t matter whether you’re telling us ‘good morning’ or letting us know there are people ahead. It’s like there are butterflies in my stomach every time I hear you speak. And your eyes...I know you’re afraid of what they can do. But, they’re a part of you and that’s enough for me to love them. I love everything about you, Shin-ah. The things you like about yourself, the things you hate, and even the things about yourself that scare you: I love them all. I love you.”

He slowly reached out both hands for hers, afraid that any sudden move on his part would send her running like a wild animal that had just spotted a predator. He was a predator after all. She would be smart to be afraid of him.

Her smile widened. Even if she could only see the lower part of his face, he was so easy to read. Reaching out her hands, she met him halfway and laced their fingers together. “It’s okay. You aren’t going to scare me away.”

He pulled her toward him, and before she knew it she had gone from sitting across from him to resting flush against his broad chest, with his arms wrapped so tightly around her it almost hurt to breathe. Almost. His head rested on her shoulder and it was only when she felt a drop of moisture on her clothes that she realized he was crying.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

[akayona-imagines]

why didnt i discover this blog earlier??? i just went thru all your posts at once and holy shit i love everything here. as a request: could u write something abt hak and his feels about suwon? i'm all about hak & his feels for suwon. OR vice versa. platonic/romantic/"i'd like to fuck my 2 most beloved ppl/childhood friends", i dont care. (i too am hakona trash 99999% but i also exist simultaneously in the haksu trashcan)

Not being able to be there for one of his dearest friends hurt him almost as badly as failing to protect the king.

He beats himself up for not realizing anything was wrong sooner. Maybe he could have done something, and King Il would still be alive, and everyone would be happy.

I think that if Hak had to choose between being with Yona and being able to stop Su-won’s journey to the dark side, he might actually pick the latter.

He strikes me as selfless enough to put everyone else’s happiness above his own. So, if the kingdom and the princess could be happy, he’d be willing to stand down.