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glader13 · 5 months

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Saudade

Bi-Han x reader

Saudade: a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains"

You didn’t know why you agreed to go to the Summer Festival, the last time being four years ago. You didn’t know why you agreed to go to the festival when all your friends were married, though not intentionally, and would barely have time for you. You sighed, staring at yourself in the mirror, as you put on the last of your makeup. Your jewelry box caught your eye, flashing in the light of your room as you slowly put away the makeup supplies, your heart twisting. The last time your ring saw the light was four years ago.

You opened the box, tracing the ring. Its diamonds, shined as you turned it over in your hand, tilting it to see the engraving: for my love. Simple, but beautiful. You softly laughed to yourself, who knew people could miss being in an arranged marriage? You put the ring on, holding your hand out, an old thrill running through your heart.

I wonder if Bi-Han does this? If he misses me? Before you could dwell on the thought, a knock on your bedroom door gave the news that your friends had arrived. You softly kissed your ring, wishing that it was his lips instead. But the heat on your face ran cold, the thrill gone as his words remerged in your heart. Your night began at Madam Bo’s, a dinner, great. You awkwardly sat at the end of the table, watching your girlfriends practically lie on top of their husbands. You felt yourself staring at their husbands’ faces, noticing how his eyes tracked their movements, their lips always curled in a smile of pride. You even noticed their arm position, around their wife, holding her close, how his lips would grace her ear or neck, whispering words of intimacy.

The scene reminded you all too much of Bi-Han and how you met him through forced proximity. The political parties that you were forced to go to with your parents and brothers, always seeing him there, his dark eyes observant. The red drink at your table you watched being poured and then shared with your friends and their husbands, reminding you of when you actually talked to Bi-Han. You were bored of the party, and sneaking glances in his direction, you decided to walk out for some fresh air.

You didn’t see him and neither did he see you, it was like running into a wall. His drink ruined your white dress, and you found it cute how his face, usually so stoic as you have noticed at past parties, matched the color of his drink. Your first words to him, “You can apologize by helping me get this out of my dress.” The next day, he personally delivered you a new white dress, and you now had someone to talk to at parties. This didn’t go unnoticed by your parents and his father, who watched the two of you talk.

You stabbed at your food, smiling your way through the dinner as Bi-Han occupied your mind and jealousy clawed at your heart. You mindlessly listened to the conversations around you: someone was going off on vacation, one of your friends decided to have a summer home in the countryside and one is expecting, again. You remember your friends' confusion as to why you were so upset over the ending of your arranged marriage, though Bi-Han called things off before the ceremony could happen.

You weren’t surprised when your parents told you that you were going to marry him, it made sense. They were trying to expand their political power, and what better way to do so than by marrying into the most powerful clan? The only aspect of your life that you were able to control was your desire for medicine, and becoming a physician. You let out a sigh, heart twisting again.

“I’m going to the bar,” you announced, though you only got a nod and a half-hearted question asking if you were okay. The bar was no better, surrounded by men whose actions reminded you of teenagers, lacking the respect that Bi-Han has. Their stares were unashamed, some even sat close to you, the smell of alcohol on their breath making you thankful for the days that you trained with Bi-Han. His reason: “The grandmaster's wife should at least know how to protect herself.”

The festival was no better, trailing behind your friends, and dodging children escaping from their parents. You had no one to light firecrackers with, to share sweets with. Your friends and family were confused by why you refused to have another. Maybe it was because you were haunted by him at night. Feeling his phantom hands around your body, the ghosts of his kisses on your lips. He may have been cold, and hard to talk to, but he made up for it in a love that seemed to undo you at your core. So tender was his love, that it was a gift from a divine power, a gift that only his mother could have given.

No man can come near it, no man can replace it. No matter how hard you try to convince those around you, they can never understand. You snuck away from your group, making your way back to your home, unnoticed. You slipped past your parents, who were in deep conversation, no doubt about you and how you aren’t married, and upstairs to your room. You slip out of your shoes, your hands immediately finding the jewelry box with your engagement ring. You stared at the ring, thinking of the moment when he proposed to you.

Sitting in your shared room, you on the bed and him on the floor in between your legs, you were rubbing ointment on his shoulders and back trying to soothe the pain of his bruises and scratches. You remember the silence being loud and tense, each time his hand idly touched your leg, heat rushed through your body, stealing your breath.

“You’re overstrained,” you said, “Take some time to rest.” He only grumbled in response.

“I’m the doctor here,” you smiled, causing him to squeeze your leg.

“As the future grandmaster, weakness will not be tolerated or shown,” he says. You nod, hearing him sigh in relief as you relieve a tight spot in his back.

He reached up, taking one of your hands in his, “As the future grandmaster, I will also need someone by my side. Someone who is steadfast and loyal,” his hand tightened, slightly becoming cold.

“You have those qualities and more. Treating me with patience and love when I deserved to be yelled at,” he finally turned around, his face a light red, “You always know what to say, and when you’re not next to me I know that I need you.”

“Your love transcends the nature of our marriage, it rubbed off on me. I’m thankful that I spilled my drink on you,” you remember the pounding of your heart as he shakily placed the ring on your finger. He didn’t need to propose, but the fact that he did overwhelm your heart.

You wiped your eyes, watching the water fall from your finger, your mind wondering if he ever thinks back on that moment. He probably doesn’t, you frown, thinking of the slow breakdown of your relationship. In the planning phase of the marriage, his mother died, putting things on hold. You remember the night that he woke you, tears streaming down his eyes, it was the first and only time that you saw him cry. Just as he was beginning to recover and tentatively plan the wedding, his father died in an attack.

That was when your relationship died when he officially became grandmaster. Shutting you out completely, your bedroom filled with silence. The only time that he would have acknowledged you was when you had sex, though even that was impersonal. He watched you leave that day, and it felt like he stabbed you through your chest. You still don’t know if you hate him, a part of you wishes that he would burn, that his frozen heart would stop. But the other part wants nothing more than to hold him, to be in his heart.

The thump on your floor, caused you to jump out of bed. “I need you,” you straightened, hearing his voice.

Bi-Han leaned against the wall, next to your open window. He was breathing heavily, his arm was bloody from a wound, as he held his side, which was coating his fingers red. You led him to your bed, taking off his top, before running downstairs to get your medical supplies. You cleaned his wound on his side first, the only noise was his sharp breathing. He didn’t look at you, well he only did when he thought you weren’t looking at his face.

“What happened?” you found the courage to talk.

“It doesn’t concern you,” he says, causing you to sigh.

“But you came into my room instead of going to your home to get medical help,” you said, “So, it does concern me.”

You felt proud for sticking up for yourself, despite the eye roll that he gave you. You worked in silence again after that, moving to his arm. The steadiness of your hands was a disguise for the erratic pace of your mind and heart. There’s so much you wanted to say, but no words could translate the emotions that you felt, how much you ached for him.

“It was during a mission,” he finally admitted, “Kuai Liang, Tomas, and I were being chased. I distracted the pursuers.”

“Are they alright?” You asked, to which he nodded, saying that they escaped.

You smiled, saying there, as you wrapped his arm. The silence was less tense as you began to put away your supplies, the setting reminding you of the moments when you would tend to his injuries after practices and missions. You felt his eyes track you, throughout the whole process, even as you quickly picked up your ring, placing it in your jewelry box. Once everything was clean, you sat next to him, a frown forming when he slightly moved away from you.

You finally looked at him, and his dark eyes were focused on you. You felt yourself getting lost in the hue, practically drowning, and it felt so good. So good to be lost in those eyes, it felt so good to talk to him. You found yourself feeling like the first time you saw him: staring too hard into his eyes, taking in his facial features, though older still just as handsome as when you first saw him those years ago.

“You went to the festival,” his words were a statement, and you nodded.

You felt him drawing into you. His eyes focused too long on your lips, taking in the specs of your eyes. His eyes were drawn to the small scar on your neck that he accidentally gave you while training. Your face warmed thinking of the times when the two of you would make love and how he always made it a habit to kiss you there. The scar seemed to be connected to your heart because each kiss caused you to become weak. Your sweet perfume of strawberries and peach nectar reminded him of the nights the two of you spent tangled together. You looked beautiful, the red on your dress bringing out your skin. He felt a sting in his heart at the thought of you going out without him, and he didn’t know why.

“I went with my girlfriends,” you say, feeling an odd need to clarify who you went with, “But I left early, a good thing for you.”

Bi-Han slightly relaxed, giving you another nod. You kicked off your shoes and then began to take off your jewelry. Starting with your gold earrings, and rings. You then began to unclasp your necklace, but the lock slipped through your fingers each time you tried. You sighed each time you failed, fighting with yourself to not ask Bi-Han for help. But, you felt the weight of the bed lift before coming back again as he sat behind you. He undid your necklace, quietly saying there.

You thanked him, watching him slightly nod at you. He then began to gather his clothing, causing you to jump up. You grabbed his arm, causing him to pause, “Where are you going?”

“Home,” he said.

“You’re in no condition to leave,” you said, pulling him back.

“I’m fine y/n,” he said, “I don’t need you to baby me.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling annoyance wash over you, yet you didn’t open your mouth. Along with the annoyance, there was something desperate in you trying to keep him there for a little bit longer. He didn’t fight you, though he did tense under your touch, unknowingly to you, but there was something in him that made him keep his arm in your hands.

“You need to stay the night,” you said, “You’re hurt and it’s late. Those people could still be looking for you.”

Gently, you led him back to your bed, as if testing how far you’ll be able to go. He didn’t resist, and that made your heart soar even more. He sat on the edge once again, scarcely meeting your eyes as he asked for blankets to sleep on the floor.

“You’re on the bed,” you say, digging through your drawer to find your sleeping clothes, “I’m not going to let you do that.”

“Besides, we aren’t strangers,” you smiled, “And we did much more than share a bed, remember?”

“We aren’t married y/n,” Bi-Han stated, causing you to frown, “And that alone makes us strangers.”

“Yeah, I wonder why?” Your frown returned as you walked into your bathing room to change. Bi-Han sighed, watching you leave in silence, again.

He walked around your room, trying to busy himself. He looked at the paintings on your wall, and the flowers in the vases. He wandered to your drawer, staring at his reflection, thinking of the time when his eyes weren’t pools of darkness, of loneliness. He lifted your rose-colored jewelry box, his eyes immediately being drawn to the Lin Kuei pendant, to your ring. You didn’t throw it out, you didn’t sell it, and that alone had his heart jump. Though, he didn’t know if it was out of joy that you still keep pieces of him, or out of shame. He wants to find out, but not tonight.

You found him sitting on one side of your bed, facing the window. He was more relaxed, his dark hair falling over his shoulders as he briefly looked at you. You pretended not to notice the small patches of ice underneath his hands, as you blew out the candles. In bed, the two of you slept with your backs facing each other, the word goodnight stuck in your throat. You snuggled deeper into your blanket, the silence allowing your brain to scream as you thought of his last words to you, how his lips curled in indifference.

“Do you even care about me?” You asked, “You changed so much, so different from the person who spilled their drink on me.”

“What’s your point?” He asked, “People change.”

“But people don’t shut out their lover, their wife,” you walked closer to him.

“A wife that I didn’t choose,” his words were worse than being injured, “A marriage that is in line with my responsibility of being grandmaster.”

“Is that all that I am now? What happened to the words that you said when you proposed?” You remember feeling the pain swell in your chest, like an angry sea, “Did you mean those words? Do you even love me anymore?”

He never answered you.

He never gave a damn, you thought, I was just another responsibility. But you hoped that you were more, and there was a time that you were. You finally slept cleaning the stray tear, wondering if he was sleeping or staring at you in the dark.

Bi-Han woke up at the first light, quietly groaning from his injuries. He immediately looked at you, sometime during the night you turned to face him, your hand slightly reaching outward. Reminding him of the sunlight-soaked mornings when he would get up for training as you still slept. He leaned forward, noticing a slight flutter of your eyes, how the soft orange light made your skin glow. He would have leaned forward even further, kissing your face, whispering that he was going to train.

Would’ve.

He quickly got dressed, leaving as quietly as he came. Back at home, he stalked to his room, ignoring his brothers’ questions. He pulled open his drawer, dug through his clothes, and pulled out a ring. He stared at it, turning it in his hand. He clutched it in his hand, resting his forehead. He thought that he would be free from the ghosts of regrets, he believed that he conquered them all. Until that night with you, wanting to talk, but not being able to. But he wanted to, so desperately. He wanted to fix the words that caused you to leave him, that ruined his life. But he doesn’t how to talk, at least that’s what he tells himself as he places his ring back in the drawer.

You woke up with the smell of him in your nose, the smell comforting. However, as you reached out, you were met with air. You turned over letting out a sigh, not knowing why you were expecting him to be there when you woke up. That morning and even that day, you spent it in a haze, thinking of your night with Bi-Han. He was constantly on your mind, as you checked in on patients, and had lunch with your friends. With every word about her new countryside home and the annoyances with the building process, it went through one ear as you thought of when he sat so close behind you, the coldness from his body radiating off of him. You couldn’t help but wish that last night led to something more. That he said something more. But he left, again, he’s always leaving. Despite the hurt, you wanted to see him again, you would do anything to see him again. You don’t know why your love is so stubborn when it has all the right to leave. But you hoped to see him again, to say the words that you couldn’t say.

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scaryspears · 8 months

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Mortal Kombat x Bimbo Reader

Another test run, and these are just bullet points not full blown stories. I've already written another bimbo reader post so I suggest checking that out. Please do requests if this isn't enough.

This one is just Bi Han, Kuai Liang, Hanzo, Shang Tsung and Johnny.

"I need to die looking good."

Bi Han Noob Saibot

He doesn't understand your constant need to dress up and put makeup on, but he won't say anything about it. A lot of women are just like that, so Bi Han just figured it's a female thing. Misogynistic of him, but he doesn't care.

While seeing him training you gladly set up a chair and watched him from afar whilst drinking a cocktail, and you've attached yourself to him ever since. He couldn't take you seriously at first, but he could only admit to himself that your dense personality was a little adorable.

When the blood got too much you would hide your face in his chest, which he didn't mind even though some makeup stains would go on his clothes.

When he returned as Noob Saibot he swore to make you drop dead gorgeous, even if you already were. But you would join him in death as his revenant lover. Quan Chi was sure to give you the best manicures so long as you were loyal to him.

Kuai Liang

As a man that puts Lin Kuei traditions in high regard he could understand your need for the newest fashion and dressing well. He showed you his wardrobe and you decided to copy his style, which he found adorable.

He likes having tea with you, but you're certain he must try a frappe or at least a smoothie.

Kuai isn't one for public affection, Lin Kuei and all, but he lets you climb over him. If he's not disciplining Frost or the other Lin Kuei then he's snogging you in the snow. After you drag him into it at least. He only initiates things first if you guys are alone.

Although you didn't understand a lot of things he could appreciate you being there for him to give comfort on sensitive topics.

Hanzo 'Scorpion' Hasashi

It was like talking to a different Johnny Cage in his opinion. It was a bit jarring to have you flirting with him and not get the slightest hint that he's not interested since revenge was on his mind. It was after he was brought back as Hanzo Hasashi that he appreciated your presence more.

The Shirai Ryu are ninjas, so that meant blending into society when on mission and you had a lot of things to say about clothing choices.

The Shirai Ryu shrine looked better than he remembered, you had given him ideas on the layout and studied a thing or two on Japanese culture to make it legit.

When he caught you teaching the new members cheerleading moves he knew he had to be more welcoming with you, because those were complicated moves. And it showed him you were no stranger to teamwork. Hanzo could see the beauty in that.

Shang Tsung

This villainous man came across you giving Mileena style tips and fixing her hair. He had no clue how you snuck into the private parts of the palace, but he suspected you were partially from the Chaosrealm.

Mileena didn't react well to your absence, and after Kitana's rejection she seemed to have formed an attachment to you so Shang expected you around the palace. Shao Kahn was glad that Mileena had a nice person to look up to, so he was fine with you in the palace.

Shang had you participate in the tournament for a reason, but he underestimated your powers as well as your fighting abilities. Such beauty in combat is rare.

Johnny Cage

Barbie and Ken in the eyes of many Earthrealmers, but you two are the 'it' couple when it comes to vanity, expensive taste, and being drama queens.

He is your husband, your best friend, and your mirror. Your super power was convenience and getting yourself out of serious situations, but how it acted up was at random times. Johnny could relate to that.

In the meantime, you could both bathe in the spotlight, and the cameras. And your friends from home can be jealous and gush about you marrying an actor.

It was a match made in pink and green.

#mortal kombat bimbo reader #mortal kombat headcanons #bimbo reader #mortal kombat x reader #sub zero #bi han #noob saibot #scorpion #female reader #johnny cage #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #shang tsung

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dejwrld · 7 months

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CHOSOIST PRESENTS....LET'S PLAY W/ DEJA #KINKTOBER

of the words of berleezy, i'm a gamer...i do this. the do in question is thirst and thinking about getting bent over by your favorite video game characters. deciding to mix this year's (technically my first every kinktober) up and step away from my animanga roots. so ladies, gents, & non-binaries angels, this year's kinktober is dedicated to some of my favorite video game characters. — TAG LIST FORM

𝐋𝐄𝐓❜𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒

OCTOBER 2ND-OCTOBER 7TH

( F*CK JOEL MILLER, LITERALLY ) 🎮 JOEL MILLER X FIREFLIES MEMBER!READER

— after a quite interesting run in with joel and ellie, you're stuck with them through the long journey to ensure ellie get to the fireflies in one piece. through bickering and nearly getting them killed, with a bottle of old whiskey and the moonlight shining down on you—joel miller shows you just how much he hate your guts.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, firefly!reader, power dynamic, mentions of reader technically being held hostage by joel, mean dom!joel, oral (m.receiving), profanity, reader literally has the smartest & dirtiest mouth, age gap between reader and joel but nothing too big, alcohol consumption, spit usage, takes place during 1st tlou game, reader & ellie banter

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( DEMON TIME) 🎮 INCUBUS!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X READER

— game synopsis: your boyfriend has been quite neglectful when it comes to your needs. not particularly being the best book boyfriend similar to the books you've read. but the one demon that visits you in your dreams seem to give you everything you need.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of reader having a boyfriend, doggystyle, unprotected sex, dirty talk (simon calls reader a slut), mentions of wet dreams, pillow humping, monsterfucking, mentions of simon having horns

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OCTOBER 9TH-OCTOBER 14TH

( GUARDIAN ANGEL ) 🎮 GUARDIAN ANGEL!SEPHIROTH X READER

— game synopsis: he's been your guardian angel since you were sixteen years old. protecting you from danger you didn't see coming, but now that you're slowly wanting space from him—he makes it his mission to remind you who you belong to until you take your final breath.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, slight enemies to fuckers, reader somewhat purposely put herself in danger, possessive!sephiroth, mentions of sephiroth having pretty white wings, mating press position, cream pies, mentions of soul ties,

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( COLD AS ICE ) 🎮 SUB ZERO!KUAI LIANG X SIREN!READER

— being the handmaiden of the grandmaster of the lin kuei has its perks. although you feel like an odd one out in a winter storm, your bond with the cold grandmaster seems familiar. as if you've experienced it before.

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OCTOBER 16TH-21ST

( BIG BAD WOLF ) 🎮 BIGBY WOLF X RED RIDING HOOD!READER

— game synopsis: bigby wolf has to juggle being the sheriff holding the fables together in the busy city of new york, but now a former prey returns to the city stirring up trouble & bigby's primal past.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of folklores, marking kink, blood kink, primal kink, mentions of infidelity (bigby is dating snow/snow white), takes place after first the wolf among us game (spoilers may be included), cunt slaps, witty nicknames being said during intercourse (reader calls bigby the big bad wolf), reader is new in town, slight established relationship between bigby & reader

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OCTOBER 31ST

🎮 BONUS PLAYTHROUGHS

⸻ short game plays to savor your sweet tooth from your favorite halloween candy

— ellie williams x reader, trick n treat ( fem reader, oral [reader receiving], dirty talk, thigh marks )

— jin sakai x reader ( female reader, arranged marriage trope, virginity lost )

— leon kennedy x reader ( female reader, doggy style position, marijuana usage )

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snoozisworld · 3 months

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Bi-Han x Fem!Reader - Arranged Marriage HCS (Part II)

A/N: AHHH finally. part dos. its really late cuz i lowkey forgot to set a timer for this to post soooooo my bad. anyways part 2 is also long so buckle up.

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It's finally the day of the wedding, how will this go?:

- Today's the day. Bi-han's most dreaded event. The wedding.

- The preparations were hell. Maids and workers frantically running around, making sure everything was perfect. Bi-han hated it.

- He wanted to train today, but his father forbade him from it, as the preparation's would take up most of the day and, "He cant have the groom be late for his own wedding".

- Bi-han was in a sour mood all day, everyone in the venue avoided him like the plague in fear that they would be the next victim he would verbally attack.

- He just didn't understand. If this wedding's sole purpose was to seal in the alliance for good, why go all out? its not like its an actual normal wedding, it was just . . . so fucking stupid.

- After a few hours, the venue was complete. It was beautiful, various decorations such as flowers, table cloths and the altar arch were all a soft blueish green color combined with a clean white.

- The blue symbolizing the Lin Kuei, the green symbolizing your clan. If this was a real wedding, between two people who actually loved each other, Bi-han would have actually enjoyed it.

- Instead he was silently brooding in his dressing room, staring daggers into the person who was working around his outfit. He was fitted in a traditional blue long tang suit, embroidered with different gold and white accents.

- He looked in the mirror and briefly wondered what his mother would think; as he took in his appearance he actually saw some truth in Kuai Liang's statement; his mother, despite the real reason, would be proud of him getting married.

- He had barely heard the nervous worker exclaim he was done, and that it was almost time for the wedding to start.

- Standing at the altar, Bi-han felt like he's been waiting an eternity. He tried to look for his father and brothers in the crowd, but after seeing everyones eyes on him he immediately went back to looking at the wall.

- Finally, he saw you walking down the aisle. you had a veil (honggaitou) covering your face, and you wore a traditional sage green cheongsam.

- After taking your place in front of the altar, the officiant started the wedding ceremony. but Bi-han couldn't care less.

- He was too busy staring at your damned veil, and despite his personal vendetta against you, not seeing your face was just was just as annoying as seeing it.

- Finally the vows are over, and he has to lift up your veil.

- And there it was, your face. Your annoyingly beautiful face. You looked up at him as the veil lifted and he briefly wondered if you felt the same emotions he was feeling.

- You wore such a calm expression, it only served to make Bi-han angrier.

- You both bowed and walked off the altar, and just like that, the wedding was officially over.

- The next few hours were the banquet, the drinks, the food, etc. None of which Bi-han, or you for that matter, participated in.

- You both made a beeline to your respective bedrooms and stayed there the rest of the night.

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Life as a married couple:

- The first few weeks after the wedding were painfully quiet, with you spending most of your time in the kitchen, the bedroom or the garden, and Bi-han training with his brothers, doing paperwork and shadowing his father.

- Until one night Bi-han came back from a particularly dangerous mission, and had cuts and wounds all over his body.

- He sat in your now shared bedroom, much to Bi-han's dismay, trying to stitch himself up.

- Unfortunately for Bi-han, he was not the best medic, and just kept injuring himself further. That's when you entered the bedroom and saw him stumbling and fiddling around with a needle.

- When you offered to help for the first time, he just told you off rather rudely. You considered just leaving him there, maybe he'd get a nasty infection from all the horrible stitching he's doing. But you're not that evil.

- So you stubbornly ask again and again, until Bi-han looks at you with a pointed look and begrudgingly hands over the needle.

- You stitch him up gracefully, with the upmost care. Bi-han didn't know how to react, feeling your soft hands practically gliding over his skin gave him goosebumps.

- He eventually just closed his eyes, and let you work quietly. You softly hummed as you continued working, something Bi-han found strangely comforting.

- After you were done, you set down the tools and looked at him with an expression he couldn't quite figure out.

- He finally realized what you were looking at, the cut on his cheek.

- You weren't staring at him just to stare, you were asking for permission.

- And Bi-han relented, letting you mend his face too. And he didn't know whether he regretted his decision or if he was thankful that you were there.

- If he thought the feeling of your hands on his arms was nice, the feeling of your hands on his face was next level.

- Bi-han felt . . . good. He admittedly loved the feeling, and enjoyed being taken care of by you.

- Suddenly you were done, and you retracted your hands from his face faster than he would've liked.

- But that simple act of kindness managed to change how Bi-han viewed you.

- He started eating your food and eating with you.

- You started accompanying him to his office, helping with some of the paperwork.

- He even started engaging in conversations with you. The more he learned about you the more he fell in love. Something Bi-han didn't actually think was possible for him.

- After months of dancing around each other's feelings, something unexpected happened.

- You were sitting down at your vanity when Bi-han entered the room. He was holding something.

- You looked up at him, then down at his hands. You asked him about what he was holding and he just told you to stand up and face him.

- And when you did, he opened his hands to reveal a stunning necklace. You were in awe and so surprised that he got you a gift your eyes welled up.

- You turned around and faced away from him, and he clipped the necklace on your neck. You looked in the mirror and you couldn't hold back your tears.

- You faced him again and thanked him, you had no idea Bi-han was capable of doing this.

- For a moment Bi-han looked at your tear-filled face and thought you looked beautiful while you cried too.

- You hugged him, and while it took Bi-han by surprise, he just pulled away and cupped your face.

- He expressed his gratitude for you, and as the man of a few words that he is, he just finished by kissing you.

- After pulling away and seeing you look so . . . elated, he realized maybe this whole arranged marriage thing wouldn't be so bad after all.

(2/2)

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A/N: im finally done and my neck hurts. hope u guys enjoyed this :))

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vampiric-tempt · 6 months

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When Kenshi, Jonnhy, Kung Lao and Reader (female or GN, if you don't like writing a female reader) go after Shang Tsung and arrive at the Tarkatan camp, while the three men are fighting against the soldiers and Tarkatans, the reader is chasing Shang Tsung when her attention is diverted by a soldier hurting a child (orphan or with parents also infected). The reader, instead of continuing his pursuit, decides to save the child, calming him down (perhaps in a very maternal way?), picking him up without fear (may or may not know about the infection, and have immunity?) and return to the camp. And then the attraction of Baraka would begin.

request by @multiverse-fandoms-2001

❝ [kind, even to monsters] ❞

✦ oneshot : baraka x fem!reader

(♡) synopsis: During the event of trying to capture Shang Tsung, your pursuit was halted as a child infected with tarkat was seen being harmed. You stopped everything to help him and someone had witnessed your kind actions. . . but why help people like them?

a/n: Hiii lovely! I enjoyed writing this, but I'm a bit worried it was not what you asked for. I hope you like it and please, tell me if I did anything wrong. Thank you and I appreciate the request!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ "Y/n! Go after Shang Tsung, we can handle this here!" Kenshi yelled from across the field.

You nodded and quickly chased after the creature you were sure Shang Tsung had shifted into. You tried your best swerving past as many as you could. Many of them trying to attack from all sides. It was troublesome to say the least, but just as you were about to snag a hand around Shang's arm, a small child-like scream could be heard.

Your feet dug into the ground as your head shot in the direction of the scream. One of Shang's soldiers had a sword held up to one of the child creatures. You hissed and made a dash toward the two, your body crashing into the child just as he swung his blade down.

A guttural scream leaves your throat, the sword cutting open a large gash into your calf.

The soldier glared at you as you tried to crawl away from him with the child in your arms. The kid had no idea who you were, but couldn't help but cling to your body as your arms shielded him. "It's okay," You whispered. "It's okay, everything is going to be alright." Your hand caressed the little boy's head in an attempt to comfort him.

Your breathe hitched, arms tightening around the boy as you watched the soldier raise his blade above his head, ready to swing down on you.

You heard the boy crying into your shoulder and all you could do was whisper comforting words as you prepared for the swing. However, it never came. Another one of those creatures had came just in time to stab the soldier dead.

Unable to be sure whether he would attack you next, you refrained from putting down your guard.

"I will do you no harm." He says.

You squinted your eyes at him until the footsteps of your teammates came rushing forward from behind.

"He's right, we made an agreement." Kenshi says, but pauses as he notices your bleeding leg. "Y/n! What happened?!"

You groan a little, the little boy still huddled in your arms. "I'm sorry, I let Shang Tsung escape... I just couldn't-"

Baraka steps forward, his eyes holding a look of confusion. "She had saved one of our own." He says.

Kenshi and the others all look down to see the young tarkatan in your arms.

You revealed the boy with a small smile. "I couldn't just let a child get hurt...you understand right?"

Kenshi nods, slowly wrapping a fabric around your leg. "It's okay, we can still track him down. You should be more careful though."

The young tarkatan had left your arms, running toward Baraka. Baraka knelt down and made sure the boy was unharmed.

"You are unharmed?" He asks the kid. The young tarkatan nods and then turns slightly to see you being tended by Kenshi. "That woman...why did she help me, we're monsters aren't we?" The boy casts a forlorn look to the ground. Baraka frowns and pats the boy's head.

"I do not know. She is. . .an odd one"

The boy's eyes flicker to you once again before leaving to his own parents. Baraka watches him leave and then turns back to the earthrealmers and after conversing with them, he had agreed to lead them to Shang Tsung's laboratory in hopes of aiding their mission.

And ever since that event, you couldn't help but notice how Baraka would stare at you. Especially during your walk to Shang Tsung's laboratory. Even after that, during the incident of being captured and thrown into a cell. He seemed to hover over you. You noticed how he would strike down opponents who would steer too close to you and give you a nod of acknowledgement every time.

Now, as you walked through the forest of souls, Baraka let you lean on his body to support your leg with Kung Lao and Johnny aiding Kenshi.

Baraka didn't spare you any glances this time. His gaze only forward. You so badly wanted to speak to him, your eyes glued to your feet as you limped. You pursed your lips and finally mustered up the courage to speak to the tarkatan. "I should thank you." You say softly.

"For what." His raspy voice reaches your ears, yet as rough a it sounded, he bore no malice in it.

You smile a little. " You saved me from one of Shang's soldiers back there. And not only that... I've noticed you've been protecting me. Is there a reason why?"

Baraka let's out a low growl. "You are a strange woman. Never once have I seen someone risk their lives to save us."

"You mean tarkatans?" You quirk a brow.

"Yes."

You hum. "I don't see why not. It's not like you guys chose to be infected. It's not right to disregard your lives because of it, plus, I couldn't let a child die. Whether that child is of a different species, infected, or just different . . . a child is a child."

Baraka's eyes finally meet yours and you suddenly felt embarrassed by his gaze. "A strange woman indeed, but admirable." He notes. "I did what I did because I felt drawn to your presence. I had never seen what you did before happen."

A warm wave rushed to your face. You didn't know why, but something about Baraka started to draw you to him too. "I see." You say.

It was then, after everything, you would be heading back home with your friends along with two new allies, Syzoth and Ashrah.

Your eyes lingered on the tarkatan as he turned to head back to his colony and your feet began to move on it's own, rushing after the man.

"Baraka wait!" Your hand grips onto his wrist. His red orbs turn to look into your own, waiting for you to speak.

"I," You hesitate for a moment. "It was nice getting to meet you, perhaps one day, we could meet again... under different circumstances."

He nods. "Yes, I agree."

"And," You end up grabbing both of his hands this time, holding them in your own. There was a notable difference in the size of your hands and you felt embarrassed once again. "I would like to get to know you more the next time we meet. . . in a more meaningful matter."

If Baraka could look just as embarrassed as you, he would, but his face had remained unmoved.

"I would love that." He says, thumbs brushing over your hands. Even his ears looked slightly more upwards, somewhat like a happy cat. "I will be awaiting your visit, y/n."

You smile and bow, leaving to catch up with the others.

Johnny's eyes flash between you and Baraka's departing figure, a disturbed look on his face. "Don't tell me that you and-"

"Shut it Cage." You hiss.

He raises his hands up in defense. "Okay crazy lady, whatever floats your boat."

╰┈➤ masterlist

#mortal kombat x reader #mk1 x reader #mk x reader #baraka x reader #Baraka mk1 #female reader

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vampireimiko · 6 months

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anyway, today im gonna be changing my theme (possibly💀) and setting up masterlists SOOO send in some more mortal kombat requests 🫶🏾

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b4b3tte · 4 months

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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ | TW : ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR

My note — I hope you enjoy this! This may seem out of character of johnny, I wasn’t sure if he would be the love sick affectionate type of yandere or dark & abusive type but I just let my fingers typed away, if you want me to re write or write another one let me know! I have more yandere JC content so just hold on tight! You can picture MK1 Johnny Or MK11 since I know the lore more and played the MK11 Game I usually invision MK11 JC, but either way enjoy!! NOT PROOFREAD.

Warnings — Bruising, physical abuse, controlling, possessive, jealousy, forcefulness, use of guns, and cussing

Song — eyes don’t lie — Isabel LaRosa

𐙚 Here you are, on the cold hard ground leaning against the wall crying your eyes out, having your neck bruised, and jaw sore, thinking how can you let this happen to yourself?

𐙚 Just awhile ago Johnny saw you talking to Erron black a little longer than you should have at Kotal Kahn’s Kolosseum, What you didn’t know was that Johnny staring at Erron black down with upmost jealousy and rage.

𐙚 then glancing at you with audacity and amusement on how would you let Erron talk to you in such a flirting manner when you know damn well you belong to him and not Erron.

𐙚 After your guys conversation was over after repeatdly declining errons advances , what you didn’t expect was to be harshly grabbed by the wrist and pushed to a corner, and grabbed by the chin being brought up closely to Johnnys face, his brows furrowed in anger and eyes as sharp as knifes.

“ really? Your fucking kidding me right? Over here prancing around like a fucking whore getting other men’s attention you know you aren’t supposed to. The fuck do you have to say about that huh? “

𐙚 The grip of his big hands on your chin getting more tighter and feeling your jaw swelling and burning, it’s like you had a lump in your throat wanting to come out but nothing came out, all in results was your eyes feeling an itch of water slowly becoming more visible in them, and your mouth not uttering a word, if it was sown shut.

𐙚 His facial expressions darken at the silence, both of his hands went to your shoulders pushing you harder to the wall, having his face close to yours

“ IM TALKING TO YOU. Is that man more interesting than me huh, i don’t give you enough is that it?….what are you stupid or deaf, or are you just plain out retarded, to not fucking answer me when I’m speaking to you. “

𐙚 The sudden yell from him caused you to flinch, and finally have a tear run down your right eye, the times you two have been together he never fails to make you fear him, you swallowed the so called lump in your throat and opened your mouth slight trying to push out words

𐙚 but only pathetic stuttering came out, which caused him to only ease his grip on your shoulders and raise his eyebrow in amusement waiting for your response

“ I-…um..i…uh- “

𐙚 You were cut off by him just rolling his eyes and chuckling and finally letting you go but still making sure you were against the wall, in frustration he ran his hand through his hair, and grabbed a Kimber Micro 9 Semi-Auto Pistol out of his gun holster,

𐙚 he chuckles in a manic crazedway and pushes it up against your chin, making your head go up, but still maintaining eye contact with him in fear

“ listen baby, I love you and you love me, but if you ever decide one day you don’t, I will kill you. You hear me? If I can’t have you…then no one can, okay sweetheart?“

𐙚 He says the last 2 words in a smile that sent chills down your spine, it’s like he thought this was something completely normal to do to someone you love. His hand roughly grabbing your jaw, pulling you closer to him, his lips meet yours and his free hand move slowly from your neck down your waist.

𐙚 When he felt you not kiss back, he chuckles within the kiss and brings the gun down to your stomach, having his index finger slightly press on the trigger basically threatening you to kiss him back

“ don’t be a brat, and kiss me back. “

𐙚 After he felt your effort in the kiss and how your lip quivered in fear, in satisfaction he put down the gun from your stomach, his soft and warm tongue slips into your mouth, grabbing your neck roughly making sure you have no intention on breaking the kiss first

𐙚 his breath feeling like a gentle breeze. he pulls you in closer, his hot breath almost burning against your skin.Both of you then heard someone call out Johnnys name, and audible annoyed noise comes out of his mouth as he pulled away from the kiss

𐙚 he then caresses the side of your cheek and says in a sweet tone despite his words pressing the gun further on your chest, definitely causing a mark

“ we’ll talk more at home alright love? If you even fucking remotely look at his way or any man that isn’t me, you’ll know what will happen. k? “

𐙚 he then kisses your cheek and holsters his gun then walking off, you feel your knees give out in pain, you slowly glide against the wall, and let a tear drop by drop, your hand softly going up feeling the burning sensation on your neck and chin from the harsh grasps of his, you don’t know how you’ll have to do it, but soon enough you’ll have to go back out there pretending like nothing happened and this is just the beginning.

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shrowded-eng1ma · 6 months

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MK1 Intro Dialogues with a Venom (SM2) Reader

Characters; Liu Kang, Kitana, Bi-Han, Ashrah.

Notes; Reader has the venom symbiont, hinted romance.

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Liu Kang; You must get rid of that symbiont!

Venom Reader: Why? It makes me stronger! Makes me more competent!

Liu Kang: Please! You need to head my warnings!

Venom Reader: The warnings of a god that failed to make a good timeline? Even with the power of destiny, your still a failure!

Venom Reader: We. Are Venom.

Liu Kang: No, your my friend.

Venom: You won’t take them away from me.

Liu Kang: I will be rid of you from them, demon!

Venom: You can’t take them, their anger towards you keeps them from you

Liu Kang: Spew your lies in the netherrealm demon.

Kitana: what happened to you!?

Venom Reader: Nothing bad, I’ve simply gained a power up.

Kitana: You’ve not been yourself. Please take the suit off

Venom Reader: How do you expect me to take, US, off?

Kitana: i COMMAND you to-

Venom Reader: YOU HOLD NO AUTHORITY OVER ME!!

Venom Reader: Why must you stand against me!?

Kitana: I stand against you, FOR you! The suit must come off!

Venom: We are free from you

Kitana: You are NOT y/n! I’ll end you to get them back to me!

Venom: We ARE Y/n, you will be ours soon~

Kitana: I do not belong to you, vile creature!

SubZero: You finally show your TRUE strength.

VenomReader: I have no idea why I was scared.

SubZero: You will obey me!

VenomReader: How can I trust a traitor?

SubZero: You dare go against me!?

VenomReader: I have no use following a traitor of his own realm!

VenomReader: You had it all, and threw it away. For what? Power?

SubZero: Who are YOU to criticize ME?

Venom: Failed in gaining power, failed as a brother and son. You’ll be a failure during Kombat to.

SubZero: Without y/n, YOU are pathetic and weak!

Venom: You don’t deserve to be cured

SubZero: As if I’d stoop so low to seeked help from YOU!

Ashrah: I sense evil from that… thing

VenomReader: DONT CALL US A THING!

Ashrah: Get out of them, demon!

VenomReader: your the only demon in sight!

Ashrah: I will rip that demon from your bones to free you!

VenomReader: Much like you did to your sisters?

VenomReader: You can’t even save yourself!

Ashrah: These are not your words.

Venom: Join us..~ and we will heal all the realms together~

Ashrah: I’ve been promised something like that before. I will not fall for it again!

Venom: Y/n is MINE!

Ashrah: Their heart only has room for one demon, me!

-Done

I’ll post another blog, this time with a SpiderMan reader (both adult and teen variants) with Shang Tsung, Sindel, Reptile, and Tanya.

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 5 months

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The Bitter Truth || Bi-Han

Warning(s): female reader insert (former Lin Kuei member), magic-user (sound manipulation), anger, betrayal, reader can fight, blood and gore, taunting, set after the game, canon tower ending, rough sex, branding, make-outs, fingering, Bi-Han is a dick.

Words: 4,474

No Minor's Allowed!!

“A mission? For me?”

Your tone, due to the voice-altering mask you are wearing sounds almost robotic despite your uncertainty.

Kuai Liang nods.

“Do you doubt your talents?”

You do not, but since your defect from the Lin Kuei, due to Bi-Han’s treachery, you do not have trust in yourself. Your heart is full of rage and no amount of meditation has quelled it.

With a deep unsteady breath, you shake your head.

“By my oath, I will complete any mission given to me. I swear to it.”

“I don't doubt you will,” Kuai Liang states. “But while you are out there, you must steel your heart. This mission is of the utmost importance to us, as a new clan and as protectors of Earthrealm.”

You understand. You do. Chased from your home, you along with the defectors were forced to flee to Japan. If not for Harumi Shirai offering refuge, then you and the others would surely be killed.

Even so, this transition did not go over easily with you. It hurts to lose your home; to lose him. No, Bi-Han was not your lover, but you strongly admired him. He was your Grandmaster, a man who gave your life purpose. Then he betrayed you.

Of course, you are still sore about it.

“You have my word,” you utter.

So long as the mission goes as planned.

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Things have come full circle, you note, as you and a handful of assassins trek the snow-covered peak toward the Ying Fortress, the same fortress that tested your oath to the Lin Kuei, forcing you to defect.

Since the Dragon Army fell and the Soul Stealers were left inoperable, the icy fortress has been abandoned.

It is no threat to Earthrealm, as of yet, however, several battalions rest within; the nine hundred or more that was promised to Bi-Han. While there are no souls to possess the dormant army, Lord Liu Kang is concerned that Lin Kuei will attempt to utilize them.

Trafficking in such strong magic would draw Lord Liu Kang’s attention.

It's the reason you and the brothers do not think Bi-Han will attempt to gather them but as the God of Fire had stated, ‘It is better to be cautious’. And you agree.

Once at the top of the mountain, you marvel at the serene glow surrounding the fortress. It's ethereal, something you do not expect from a two-thousand-year-old burial ground - give or take - but even places of death can be beautiful. The afternoon sun brings some warmth, but not enough to melt the thick icicles clinging to the buildings and surrounding equipment.

You imagine in the day, during the rise of the Ying Dynasty, it was a sight to behold.

But I am not here to sightsee.

Positioning three assassins around the fortress, you order the other two to follow you inside. It's much colder in the treasure room without the smelters running. Gold koins lie in heaps on the floor, a temptation you consider, but ultimately decline.

“Remain here. I will not be but a minute,” you order, continuing down the hall toward the burial chamber.

Inside the tomb, you pause and glance around. It is quiet, far too quiet. While the number of guards is less than before, there are still too many to account for. But fortunately, there seems to be no life left in the chamber. The green aura of their souls no longer permeates their bodies.

No one seems to have returned here since Titan Shang Tsung was defeated. That is fortunate.

To be sure, you walk up the stairs onto the first raised platform, checking down rows for movement. The sentries are like statues, however, you do not let down your guard. Any of Earthrealm's enemies could be lying in wait. Yet even after revealing yourself, no one makes a move to attack you.

Certain that no one is in the tomb, you turn and walk back to the treasure room. The two assassins you left rejoin you, and without a word, you motion for them to follow. However, something odd catches your attention.

Near the rafters, you notice a torn banner clinging on with might and main. A strong wind could blow it down, however, it is stiff, as if it is frozen solid. Upon further observation, you realize that it is. You narrow your eyes in suspicion and follow the rafters across the room to the far corner. The wood and nearby wall are iced over, and to make matters worse, it seems to be spreading. You can hear the sharp crack as it forms.

But how? It's not nearly cold enough–

You widen your eyes in realization.

“Get out of the way!”

You shove the nearest assassin aside, leaping out of the way, but the other does not react quickly enough. An unrefined spear of ice pierces the assassin in the chest at a 45-degree angle, bowing their upper body backward in such a savage way that their spine snaps in a loud and horrifying crack. They are instantly killed.

A flash of twilight blue leaps down from the rafters and lands in front of you. A deep-seated rage fills your heart as your former grandmaster stares you down with narrowed eyes.

“Sub-Zero,” you utter.

You are shocked that he is here. His greed knows no bounds.

“You came for the guardians.” You pause to snort in contempt. “Have you no honor?”

“You are ill-informed,” Bi-Han states with a sneer.

How so?

“There is no other reason for you to be here. While wary of your actions, Lord Liu Kang was–”

“Silence!” Bi-Han interrupts. “Your prattling is irksome. A dog barking on behalf of their owner.”

You tighten your jaw in irritation. He has no right to chide you. It is the clan’s responsibility to protect Earthrealm, not lead it like a God. What led his code of honor astray?

“Turn yourself in Bi-Han,” you plead. With your mask on, it sounds like a command, one he seems not to take kindly to. “If not for your brothers, then for me.”

Raising his arm, you watch in apprehension as his limb from the gauntlet up ices over.

So, he wants a fight.

You adjust the plates in your mask using a switch on the side to resonate with your voice, altering its shape, and while your heartbeat is erratic, you are ready to put an end to this.

Steel your heart.

Taking a fighting stance, you wait for Bi-Han to make the first move. And he does not disappoint. Creating a spear of ice, he launches at you, freezing the ground beneath his feet. You leap to the side to avoid it, falling into a roll.

Once you are back on your feet, you watch as he clashes with the assassin, impaling them with the spear and slamming them onto the ground. To avoid another unnecessary death, you run forward and aim to take him down with a flying scissor kick. You wrap your legs around his head and use your momentum to toss him off his feet and onto his back. Then for the sake of trying, you slam your heel into his chest before you roll back onto your feet again.

Bi-Han sits up and narrows his eyes at you. The look chills you to the bone. He quickly stands and to avoid a direct onslaught from him, you backpedal, but to your shock, he goes after the assassin again. The said clan member does well to avoid his direct hits, but they are nowhere as skilled as the Grandmaster.

Constructing an ice klone, he sends it forward, striking them with a straight punch to the chest. The assassin falls back onto the floor with a groan of pain and while they attempt to stand, he freezes them solid.

An icy chill much colder than the room permeates the air and without remorse, Bi-Han hurls a ball of ice at them. Their body from the waist up shatters with a loud gruesome crack and a gush of blood rains down, shooting from their corpse.

You tighten your jaw. This is not good.

Turning his fierce eyes toward you, he swiftly shoots an ice ball in your direction intent on freezing you over, but unlike the assassin, you know how to easily deal with this sure-hit special move. You take a deep breath and then release a sonic scream that shatters the ice. A cool mist tosses your hair, but none of the shards reach you.

“Your potential is wasted with Kuai Liang,” Bi-Han states.

You narrow your eyes.

“And what? Better served to a traitor who has lost his honor.”

“You misplace your loyalty,” Bi-Han sneers. He brings his hands together and shapes a wall of jagged ice behind him. “I shall shatter them.”

Is he delusional? He knows nothing of loyalty but to himself. This sense of egotism boils your blood. Taking a deep breath you let out another scream that shatters the ice behind the cryomancer. He groans and grips his ears in pain while you close the distance, striking him in the head with a butterfly kick.

Bi-Han stumbles back, but quickly regains his footing, moving into a fighting stance. He easily blocks a straight punch from you, then connects with one of his own, adding a bit of chill to it. You fall back into a squat, catching yourself from falling onto your ass on the floor, then once he's within range you toss your body back into a flip, kicking him in the chest and away from you.

The cryomancer brushes off his tabard and dashes at you with a short-range ice klone, but as you shatter it with a sonic scream, he leaps into the air and lands a kick on you, knocking you back onto the floor.

“I'm not impressed,” Bi-Han scoffs.

How can he be so cruel? You would have bled for him. Despite your best efforts to control your irritation, you sit up and release a sonic scream that shakes the rafters. Bi-Han is knocked back and while he grabs his ears, you stand and walk towards him.

Raising your leg, you knee him hard in the stomach. Then without hesitation, you slam your fist into the side of his head, freeing his mask in the process. Blinded by your anger, you do not notice the air turns icy until it is too late. A ball of ice to the stomach knocks you off your feet and onto the floor, forcing the air from your lungs. You cough, rolling onto your side. If Bi-Han had been aiming to kill you, he could have easily.

So why didn't he?

Noticing him approaching, you force yourself back onto your feet, intent on hitting him with another sonic scream if you are able, but before you can take in a breath, Bi-Han lifts his arm and wraps his hand around your throat. You gasp for air and grab his arm, but you are unable to remove it. His grip is unbelievable.

You consider a point-blank scream, but you aren't sure that it would not hurt him. The worst-case scenario would be to rupture his eardrums, but if he is intent on choking you to death, then this is the only choice you have. Tightening your jaw, you roughly take in a breath, but the heated look on the cryomancer’s face halts you.

“Scream and it will be your last,” Bi-Han threatens.

The icy chill of his hand brings goosebumps to your skin, an evident warning. You do not doubt that he will freeze your throat if you disobey him, so you release your held breath. His grip eases, but only enough for you to take in shallow breaths.

Bi-Han narrows his eyes.

“Your rage blinds you.”

You bite your tongue. This is rich coming from him, someone who let his anger toward Lord Liu Kang consume him. It's strange though. He clearly dislikes his brothers, so why does he not share the same intense emotion toward you?

I want to know.

But you do not dare ask. Instead, you bring up the second matter at hand.

“If not for the Dragon King’s Army…then what? Why did you come here?”

“That is none of your concern,” Bi-Han answers. “But know that we do not need the aid of the Dragon Army to rule Earthrealm.”

So, it was true. What power did the Lin Kuei possess? It had to be more powerful than the army. You narrow your eyes.

“I don't believe you.”

Bi-Han yanks you closer. If not for his arm, you would be leaning against his chest. Still, he is too close for comfort. An embarrassed heat spreads across your face.

“Are you not loyal to me?” He asks. Raising his other arm, he frees the mask from your face. “After all I have done.”

How dare he.

“I owe you nothing,” you argue. Tightening your hands around his arm, you stare heatedly into his dark eyes.

“You owe me more than Kuai Liang,” Bi-Han points out.

It isn't about who owes what though. Yes, it was Bi-Han who brought you into the Lin Kuei, trained and shaped you, but his greed was too overwhelming. Even now he expects more.

You snort.

“You value recognition over responsibility. The principles you taught me, Kuai Liang would never forsaken. Or ask me too.”

Bi-Han raises a brow.

“It's evident why my little brother favors you so. Obedient, easy to manipulate…swift to spread your legs for him.”

Is he serious? Your face heats up. Where did this lewd way of thinking come from? Is he jealous? You laugh.

“I never took you for a jealous man, Bi-Han, but it makes sense now.”

His hand tightens around your throat in warning, making you groan. Despite the danger he poses, you can't help but taunt him.

“Does it rattle you that I chose Kuai Liang as my Grandmaster over you, after everything you have done for me? Did you expect me to get on my knees for you? I am not your precious Sektor.”

You have had about enough of him. There is no way you plan to join him. The icing on the cake comes after. You know it is petty, but you are mad. Why must you have to steel your heart when it comes to a greedy, self-absorbed man like him?

“You think I'm promiscuous? Perhaps you are jealous that I never spread my legs for you.”

A surprised silence fills the air. You realize too late what this means; too late that you had set the stage for him. In hindsight, perhaps you wanted it to come to this.

Releasing your throat, Bi-Han grabs your face and tilts your head to his advantage, forcing you to look at him.

“I admit regret.”

For what? You widen your eyes in disbelief. The answer is staring you in the face.

“I'm not promiscuous.”

Bi-Han hums.

The other hand he used to yank down your mask, he slips between your thighs, vigorously grasping you through your pants. You shiver in response, taking in a deep uneasy breath. Shit. This is not the reaction you expected.

“Such resistance,” he mocks.

You narrow your eyes heatedly at him. For fucks sake. You want more than ever to punch him in the face. If only he was not kneading your sex like a sore muscle. Your mind and body are not in sync. Though perhaps they are and it is taking you longer to admit that this is the attention you always wanted from Bi-Han.

Breathing heavily through your nose, you avert your attention. Not even the shattered body of the second assassin deters you from taking pleasure in this.

“Look at me,” Bi-Han orders.

You do so, almost robotically. It must be muscle memory. The man in question stares at your face for a moment as he fondles you, and then he pulls your head in and presses his chapped lips against yours in a rough kiss.

Restless, you open your mouth and softly touch your tongue against his bottom lip. Bi-Han seems uncertain as if he did not intend for you to react so welcoming to him, but he soon opens his mouth and presses his tongue against yours. With the control back in his favor, he tilts your head and leads the kiss. You hum in relief. However, the brooding Grandmaster is not keen on romance or intimacy; this is obvious.

He removes his hand from your sex, much to your displeasure, and forces his fingers into the waistband of your pants, yanking them down past your hips and ass. A chill bites at your naked skin, but as Bi-Han tugs aside your underwear and sinks a finger into your pussy, you soon forget about the cold air. Your legs buckle and your stomach tightens.

It's strange given the circumstances, but you know you certainly should not be enjoying this as much as you are. What will Kuai Liang and Lord Liu Kang think of you? Not much, you assume. And honestly neither do you, but you can not help yourself.

This man is the bane of your existence, and yet, he is a bad habit you can not kick.

His tongue tastes sweet like green tea, a flavor you find suits him despite his toxic demeanor. A moment ago he implied that you were hot for his brother, but this does not deter you; it riles you and pushes you to show him how much he wants you. It's obvious in the way he tongue kisses you like he's desperate to show you the same thing.

Sliding out of your footwear, you lean against Bi-Han as you wiggle your hips in an attempt to remove your pants. If he would move his fingers, you would take your underwear off too. You grip the hand that is clung to your face and break from the kiss, leaning back the best you can.

“My clothes, let me take them off for you.”

Bi-Han gauges you. The look on his face shows that he is suspicious. He has every right to be. If he were anyone else, you would have attacked them already. Sliding your hand down between your thighs, you cover his hand through your underwear, squeezing it.

“You can feel how much I want this, right?” You utter.

The Grandmaster narrows his eyes in response, but removes his hand and steps back to give you space. He watches you carefully as you undress, though due to the mountain air, you only remove what you need to.

Bare from the waist down, you leisurely walk back to him, resting your hands on his chest.

“Did you bare yourself like this to my brother?” Bi-Han asks spitefully.

You consider kneeing him in the chest. Whatever. If he wants to be nasty, then so shall you.

“Do you also wish to know how he fucked me? That is nosy of you.”

Bi-Han curls his nose in disgust, an action that prompts a grin from you.

“He who makes assumptions is foolish.”

Without a warning, he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you off your feet with ease. You gasp in shock and cling to him like a scared animal, trying to wrap your mind around the sudden action. Once the fear has faded and you are certain that he is not about to body slam you onto the ground, you wrap your legs around him and lean back to give him a heated look.

If not for his erection pressing against you then you would assume that he was not into this.

I suppose I am the foolish one.

Of course, he is into it. Even a man like Bi-Han can take pleasure in sex. And what is better than turning your enemy into a writhing mess? What he fails to see, however, is that you have an advantage here.

Sliding your hand into his pants, you take hold of him, leisurely stroking his shaft up and down. His muscles tighten beneath you and to your sheer delight, Bi-Han quietly groans. You quicken your pace, hoping to draw more from him, but he selfishly shifts you in his arms, using a free hand to slide his pants down past his waist.

You feel the head of his cock align with your sex a moment before he thrusts into you, shifting you again so that your legs are resting on his forearms. Used against you, your body sinks to the base, folded up in a way that makes it difficult to breathe well. Even though you are a little wet, his girth stretches your walls almost painfully, making you feel thoroughly full. You tighten your jaw, suppressing a groan. There isn’t much you can do in this position but wrap your arms around his shoulders and take whatever he gives you.

He had to have known that by doing this, you would be at his mercy. It both excites and infuriates you.

Pressing you close to him, he uses one hand to prevent you from falling back; the other grasps your ass as he begins to vigorously bounce you on his cock.

Your lips part and embarrassingly a desperate moan escapes. For fucks sake. You did not expect it to be like this. It is surprisingly intimate this close to him. You do not know where to look. And honestly, you don't want to give Bi-Han the honor of seeing how undone he is making you feel.

But do I have a choice?

Even your body enjoys embarrassing you. The lewd wet slaps permeating the still cold air make your face heat up. Each quick breath that pours from you sends out a wisp of fog, but you can not help it.

He feels so good.

The amount of stamina Bi-Han must have to fuck you like this is incredible. He does not appear to be breaking a sweat at all, though laces of his hair have escaped his bun, bouncing against his face as he thrusts into you.

For a moment, you forget how much pain he has caused you. The pleasure surging through your body is too real. It consumes you, so much so the world around you begins to contort in a saturated blur. You realize too late that tears pour down your heated face.

“Dry your eyes,” Bi-Han demands sternly.

You bite back an insult.

“Can't…not yet.”

When did he become so cruel?

“You would ignore an order?” He asks.

What is his deal? You give him a heated look.

“You're not my Grandmaster anymore, Bi-Han,” you sneer. Your tone cracks a bit as you lower it. “Just fuck me…please. I need you like this.”

The man in question does not make a rebuttal. You are not sure if this means the end for you or not, but you close your eyes and relish the feeling of being this close to him. To your relief, he does not falter or stop.

You whine as the pressure in your lower body increases. But it's not nearly enough. Not yet. You rely on Bi-Han’s strength to keep you upright, sinking a hand between your thighs to tease your clit in small, deep rotations. It does not take long for the pressure to build to the point where you orgasm.

Your eyes roll back as waves of pleasure wash over you. It feels intense; all-consuming, like everything and nothing at the same time. But it only lasts for a minute before the feeling fades and you crash land back into reality.

Leaning forward, you rest against Bi-Han as he continues to fuck you. Like this, you are aware of the bitter cold nipping at your skin and the sting of his nails as they bite into your right ass cheek. It hurts a bit, but you do not entirely mind it.

Little by little, you feel his muscles start to tense. He does not make much of a noise as he comes; the only indication you have is when he suddenly slides from you, leaving you feeling empty and sore.

For a moment, the two of you remain in place but once you have caught your breath, you lift your head, wiping away the tears.

“Put me down.”

Bi-Han grunts in annoyance, but instead of arguing with you, he releases your shaking legs one at a time and sets you back on the floor. Your foot makes contact with something wet and cold and upon further investigation, you realize that you stepped in his cum.

At least he didn't shoot it inside me.

Retrieving your clothes, you use your underwear to clean yourself off until you can take a bath. You watch in suspicion, unsure of what to do, as the man in front of you redresses and slips back on his mask. Is he going to attack you? Or leave you be?

Before you can slide on your pants, Bi-Han approaches you. Shit. He wants a second round. You take a fighting stance, but he unexpectedly grabs your arm and yanks you forward.

Standing so close to him, you can not understand what he is going to do until an extremely hot pain shoots up your side. No, it isn't hot. It is gelid. You scream out in pain and attempt to jerk away from him, but Bi-Han crushes you against his chest.

“Resist and I will do more than mark you,” he states.

He's marking you.

It fucking hurts.

Your side is on fire. Tears leak down your face as you sob in pain, then it is over. Bi-Han releases you and you fall to the floor, feeling faint. Across your skin is a burn in the shape of a handprint; it is already starting to blister.

“Are you out of your mind?!” You cry out.

Bi-Han narrows his eyes.

“You are in denial. It's clear to me where your loyalty lies, and until you come to terms with the bitter truth, I'll leave you with that reminder.”

Denial. What does he mean?

“What bitter truth?” You ask with a sneer.

Instead of giving you an answer, he turns and walks toward the entrance.

“Bi-Han…BI-HAN!”

How can he just leave you with so many unanswered questions? And in this mindset. You still do not know why he came here. Clutching your clothes in your hand, you hold back your anger, ignoring the pleasant ache in your core he left you with.

Perhaps I do know what he means.

The bitter truth is you care far too much for him to turn your back on him. But his views are too immoral to ignore. As for the other questions, you are sure you will have a run-in with him again.

But what will I do?

Only time will tell.

#mortal kombat fandom #bi han x reader #female reader insert #bi-han mk1 #mortal kombat fanfiction #sub zero x reader #mortal kombat 1 #Spotify

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fl3shm4id3n · 5 months

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I want to sit on his lap...naked

#mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han #sub zero #bi han x reader #bi han x you #bi han x y/n #bi han x fem reader #bi han x female reader #bi han x wife reader #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you #sub zero x y/n #sub zero x fem reader #sub zero x female reader #sub zero x wife reader #bi han imagine #sub zero imagine

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chibikyo · 8 months

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War Prize

Baraka x Reader

(can be read as male or female; no gendered terms used)

TW for non-con, biting, mild belly bulge/cum inflation

Description; You are defeated and taken prisoner during Shao Kahn's invasion of earthrealm. As the one to defeat you, Baraka is given you as a prize by the great Kahn. What does the tarkatan leader have planned for you?

*First time posting something I wrote to Tumblr. First time posting smut. No idea where this came from or why. I just got this idea in my head and decided to roll with it. I hope someone enjoys it.

During The first days of Shao Kahn's invasion of outworld, you had been captured by a horde of tarkatans, lead by Baraka. As one of earthrealms champions, you had been presented to the Kahn as a prisoner of war.

"Their yours, Baraka, a reward for your impressive victory." The Kahn had chortled and you were dragged through the koliseum and out into the wastes of Outworld. The Tarkatan war camp was a nightmare to behold. There were corpses, some whole, some dismembered, most in various states of being skinned, hung up outside of nearly every tent. You closed your eyes aganist the horrific sight, but couldn't block that sweet, putrid stench of decay from invading your senses.

When the tarkatans pulled you up a short set of stairs and threw you down on to a tacky wooden floor, you chanced opening your eyes. The sun blurred your vision as one tarkatan yanked you to your feet. You wanted to resist, to try and make your escape but your arms were bound tightly to your sides and your wrists tied together behind your back with thick, coarse ropes.

It was Baraka who lifted you by the waist and looped your bindings over a hook suspended from what might be a gallows. The hook was sharp and left a shallow cut along your back as Baraka let gravity settle you onto the massive hook. You could just barely touch the wood below with your toes. Enough to take away some of the burden of your weight and lessen the pressure of the ropes digging into your guts. Your arms ached being so tightly bound against you and any struggle would just exhaust you more.

A crowd of Tarkatans were gathering around the stage, more pouring in from the outskirts of the camp. Baraka was speaking harshly to the horde in his native tongue and you had no idea what was being said, but shame burned on your cheeks as the crowd cheered. Fear curled hot and heavy in your guts, flooded your senses with the weight of your panic as it slowly crawled its way up your throat. Would Baraka make it quick, or did Tarkatans like to play with their food first? The thought of this monster flensing you alive, stripping the skin from your bones without giving you a swift death first? It took everything in you not to give in and sob.

Baraka turned toward you and you could swear there was triumph on that twisted face. He leaned in close and you could see his nostrils flare as he scented you. His breath was hot against your cheek as he drew closer. You shut your eyes and jerked back, though that only succeeded in rattling the chains suspending you. You felt harsh fingers dig into your soft flesh as Baraka grabbed your chin to hold you still. A tear finally broke free to trail softly down your cheek and just as softly you felt what must have been Baraka's tongue tracing the path of it. Like the rest of him, his tongue was coarse, rougher than a human's. It scraped under your eye, lapping up the gathering pool of tears threatening to spill before Baraka pulled away.

He shouted once more at the crowd, their cheers drowning out the foreign words and deafening you. You took a deep breath, waiting to feel the sharp sting of teeth or the edge of Baraka's arm blade. You were stunned when you felt two massive hands digging into the fabric of your pants followed by a loud tearing sound that reverberated in your ear drums. You froze, mind unable to fully process what was happening as Baraka moved up, ripping away your top to expose your chest to the ever growing crowd. Strips of ruined fabric were all that was left of your clothes, except what could not be reached beneath the ropes.

A sudden dread swept over you as you felt Baraka's hands trail back to your hips, the rough pads of his fingers scraping against the delicate skin, diggng into the soft flesh. His breath was hot on the back of your neck as he pressed his teeth against your shoulder, inhaling deep to scent the skin where your neck and shoulder met. This, more than anything, finally snapped you out of the fugue that had settled over your mind.

You struggled against the tight bonds, thrashing and twisting to get away from the monster holding you captive. Baraka merely chuffed, his hands digging harder into the delicate curve of you just below the edges of the rope. He yanked you backward against him harshly, your feet slipping away from the wood even as you scrambled to find some purchase. What little comfort that had been afforded to you before was gone as you felt the ropes bite into you deeper.

Baraka wrapped one arm around your waist as the other moved up to close around your throat. His fingers gripped firmly around your neck, the hollow of your throat pressed against the hollow between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed only once, coupled with a low growl, which you knew was the only warning you would get about acting up. You felt a chill travel down your spine as Baraka pressed himself against you. You could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against your ass and the thought of what came next made you feel sick.

The crowd was jeering, shouting harsh words that you could not interpret and hissing encouragingly at their leader. Baraka settled you back in position before pulling his hands away to fumble behind you. You couldn't see what the Tarkatan was doing, but the soft 'schck' of fabric hitting the floor left little to the imagination. You closed your eyes as Baraka's hands found purchase on your thighs again. You didn't fight as your legs were spread enough for Baraka to press in behind you.

"Please don't fo this." You pleaded, desperate to put a stop to this even knowing you were helpless to stop him.

"Quiet," Baraka growled softly from behind you and you choked back a sob.

You braced yourself for pain, but once again was startled as Baraka soothed the skin beneath his hands.Trembling, you couldn't begin to fathom what the Tarkatan meant by the gesture before you felt that rough, almost sandpaper-esque tongue lick a stripe across your entrance. You gasped, the pain-pleasure combo making you dizzy as Baraka lapped at your hole again and again. Your thighs quivered as Baraka plunged his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, forcing pleasure to pool in your gut even as you weakly tried to protest. You could feel yourself reaching that crescendo as your aborted pleas slowly became little more than moans. As your "no" and "stop" became "yes" and "more" and "please".

Baraka's hands dug harder into your thighs, spreading your legs further so he could fuck his tongue even deeper into you. He lapped up the taste of you with abandon, savoring that salty, musky taste as he pushed deeper still, until you could feel the press of his teeth against your entrance. The thrill of those ivory daggers nestled against your most intimate place drove you over the edge and you screamed as you came, thrashing as the most intense orgasm of your life was wrung out of you, Baraka happily lapping up the mess you left as you quivered from overstimulation.

As you slowly came down from your high, the pain from the ropes digging into you was sharper and you felt your face burning in shame as the crowd cheered louder. You almost thought that was it, until Baraka pressed in behind you, his cock impossibly large and pressing into the crack of your ass. You whimpered as Baraka pressed two fingers into your quivering entrance, lubricating the way with the remnants of your orgasm. He pulled them away with a satisfied growl before manipulating you until your entrance was hovering just above his cock. You had never felt so empty before, never been so achingly hollow, and your body clenched with the need to be full. Knowing it would only hurt to fight what came next, you forced yourself to relax as Baraka began to push into you. He went slower than you expected, but unrelenting as his cock speared you open. You had never imagined something so huge could even fit, but your body opened up around him as he just kept pressing deeper and deeper. Not just big, but impossibly hard with deep ridges on the underside that pressed deliciously against your plush insides.

He seemed determined to make you take all of him, growling as he was met with tighter and tighter resistance. You could swear you felt him in your throat, choking as your breath was punched out of you. You felt Baraka wrap his arms tight around you, pressing so tightly against you that the protrusions of bone on his chest and atms dug into your skin. You could feel the growl make its way through him, your only warning as he thrust up into you. You screamed as his monstrous length bottomed out within you, followed by his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your shoulder. The pain was so all-encompassing as you sobbed and thrashed against him.

Baraka stayed nestled inside you, content to wait until your screams subsided into shuddered sobs. He brushed his hand soothinlgly against your collar bones, tracing the hollow of your throat softly and felt your breath hitch and you lurch with pleasure as his arm brushed against a sensitive nipple. His teeth slowly pulled out of your shoulder as he felt you settle again and he lapped at the blood spilling from the needle like punctures. The roughness of his tongue sent spikes of white hot pain through the torn muscle, mixed with the zing of pleasure as Baraka explored your chest, pinching and plucking at your nipples to feel you squirm against his cock nestled so deep inside you. You were panting, your breath hitching on little moans as you adjusted to the intrusion. Baraka pulled away from the wound on your back, twisting the hook and you with it so he could turn you to face him.

The drag of his cock inside you as he manipulated your body with ease had you choking. Once you were facing him, Baraka leaned down, his tongue laving at one of sensitive nubs eagerly. You could see his face twist with ecstasy as he toyed with each nipple in turn. That rough appendage dragging acrosd the delicate skin and over stimulated nerves beneath, coupled with the constant pressure of his thick length inside was too much. He gave a single. shallow thrust, more to readjust your weight against him than anything, and you moaned, gasping, as a second orgasm tore through you. Baraka pulled back, his hands at your waist as he slowly lifted you. The sensation of the hook dragging against your back was dwarfed by the drag of his cock as he lift you almost completely off of it. Your hole fluttered and clenched at the ache of being empty, though that only lasted a few seconds before Baraka was lowering you back down. You choked as that massive length filled you yet again. You barely registered the ropes falling away before Baraka wrapped his hands around your thighs, jerking your legs up and you had to fling your arms around his neck to stay balanced, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

His cock rubbed your sensitive walls, drawing out soft moans as you lay your head bonelessly against his shoulder. He barked out what may have been an order to the crowd and you were reminded that this whole ordeal had been in front of an audience. You were too tired to care at that point, burying your head into the crook of his neck as your arms tightened around the Tarkatan leader's neck. The press of his sharp protrusions barely noticeable compared to the shallow thrusts of his cock within you as he carried you down the stairs and away from the ever dissipating crowd.

You finally snapped back to reality as Baraka pressed you down into a nest of furs and blankets. You hissed as the soft fabric brushed against the bite on your shoulder, the skin raw and aching. The sun no longer burned your eyes and you blinked, taking in the walls of Baraka's tent. Compared to the macabre sight outside the tent, inside was quite clean and almost cozy. Baraka noticed your hiss of pain and encouraged you to roll over, only pulling out of you long enough for you to untangle your legs from his before thrusting back into you with a satisfied growl. This time the slide into you was nothing but pleasure and you shuddered with anticipation. A part of you, buried deep since this ordeal began, knew that you didn't want this, that this was an assault by the enemy. Despite this, your body had already begun to crave the heavy weight of Baraka pressed inside you; the tight, almost suffocating feeling of his cock buried in your deepest, most intimate parts.

Baraka caged your body between his arms as he leaned down to delicately lap up the few rivulets of blood that had seeped from his bite mark. He inhaled the scent of blood, coupled with the sharp tang of your phermones, and his tongue poked out to taste it. You whined, rocking your body back against his, desperate for him to move as you felt the deep aching need pooling in your guts again. His growl, as he pulled out until only the tip of his meaty cock rested within you, made you gasp, before his hips snapped forward, driving his cock inside you and punching the air out of your lungs. He began to thrust, hard, fast, dragging harshly against your inner walls as you struggled to catch your breath. You could feel the slide in your guts and when you looked down you could see the top of his cock pushing out from the lowest edge of your belly. You moaned, your hand trailing down to press against that bump, feeling that hard length as it rearranged your guts to carve out space for itself.

Baraka hissed and let out a loud groan as he felt your palm press against his cock from the outside. His thrusts became feral as he rutted inside you, making you choke and slide forward from the force. Your orgasm that had been slowly building crashed over you wave after wave as Baraka continued to batter your insides. You were still shaking, riding out the aftershocks as you felt Baraka's arms around your waist, yanking you back and against his chest as he buried himself as deep as he could and painted your insides with his thick seed. You felt pulse after pulse of hot cum shooting from his cock, filling you to the brim. Your hand went to your stomach, brushing against the head of his cock as he shook through his orgasm. It took a full minute for him to finally stop cumming and you could feel that thick seed leaking out from where the two of you were joined. Could feel his cock twitching inside you. Baraka's cock was still impossibly hard and he seemed content to stay buried within you. He lapped at the blood that had seeped out of your wound as you slowly caught your breath.

"Beautiful." Baraka hissed. "I am so glad the emperor let me keep you. I would have been more gentle, but a public claim is required to ensure the clan knows you are off limits."

"You were…claiming me?" Your voice was rough from screaming and disuse. Your throat ached as you spoke.

"Yes. I've been dying to mate with you since our first fight." Baraka growled. His hands worked there way down your body as he spoke, removing the last remnants of your clothes until you were fully naked against him. "At the tournament." He clarified, nuzzling against your neck so he could drink in the sweet smell of arousal within your phermones. "You smelled so sweet, so delicious, I could barely resist claiming you right then." He gave a shallow thrust making you moan. "You are even sweeter than I could have hoped for."

Your breath hitched at the confession as Baraka slowly arranged the two of you on the nest. He kept his thrusts going, shallow and soft, content to feel you squeezing around him and you could feel exhaustion threatening to swallow you. Although you had not consented, you had to admit that Baraka had been much more careful with you than you'd expected. It didn't help that his arms were huge and warm and you felt safe even with those imposing teeth nestled against the hollow of your throat. You should be finding a way to escape. Instead you moaned his name as he snapped for hips forward, his one hand finding its way between your legs to coax one last orgasm out of you. You clenched around him, your body trembling as you felt him coat your insides with another flood of cum before he finally slid out of you.

You whimpered at ache of being empty as you could feel his spend starting to leak out of you. Baraka's hand brushed against your hole, feeling the mess slowly oozing out of you and twisted away for a moment. You could feel him fumbling behind himself for something, then gasped as his hand found your entrance again. Two of his meaty fingers swirled through the mess collecting outside your hole before he slowly eased those digits, cum and all, back into you. He spent a few minutes pumping those digits into you, working his cum as deep as possible. You choked, cumming again even though you hardly thought it possible. He kept softly pumping his fingers, enjoying the way his cum sloshed around inside you as you whined at the overstimulation. Baraka's other hand gently stroked your soft belly, feeling the way the skin was stretched taught over the small pooch that had formed from how well he'd filled you up.

Finally, as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, he removed his fingers and replaced them with something cold and hard. It slipped inside you easily,the bulbous shape and its flared base plugging your hole and preventing any cum from sliding out. You shuddered as it pressed against your sensitive walls. It wasn't as big as Baraka's cock, nothing was, but it helped ease the ache of the emptiness you felt. You clenched around it as Baraka pressed firmly against your back. He kept a tight hold of you, his tongue leaving little trails over your skin. You were too sore to push him off. There was a bone deep exhaustion settling over you from the fighting followed by the most mind blowing, toe curling sex you'd ever experienced. You drifted off to the sound of Baraka growling softly to you in a mix of yours and his native tongue. You only caught a few of the words as the world faded to black.

"My mate."

#mk11 #mortal kombat #Baraka #mk baraka #baraka x reader #Baraka x male reader #Baraka x female reader #wrote this in five hours of feverish fury #Baraka isn't even a favorite character and it's officially the first thing i've posted on AO3 #chibikaosu writes

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khaosrealms · 6 months

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could you write a smoke request? i don't have that much creativity for a long scenario but it could be during his and f!reader's wedding night; if you want to turn this into a smut, feel free!

CRESCENT’S CARESS (nsfw content!) / SMOKE X FEMALE!READER

a/n: i certainly can write it, because it is the first smoke request i’ve received and i am positively thrilled to answer it! thank you very much 🩶 as a warning, again before reading: this piece contains NSFW content.

There's nothing in this world that could take his eyes off of you. Tomas is certain the second he does that this world, having gifted him nothing but its loss, would rip him away from you. His love, his beloved, the sharer of his heart, now vowed and wed together. Every kiss almost seeming to beg against your lips to remain there with him. The warmth of his hands melting into your flesh, your hips, your waist, any part of you he could touch. And when you finally part from Tomas' lips, the stain of your painted lips across his, he's desperate to return. Every ounce and piece of his adoration for you he could possibly show drowning in his eyes.

"I need to breathe, Tomas." Yet you are smiling, and as he watches it push a chuckle out of you, he can't help but smile himself. His body heat melding into your own as he holds you within his grasp. "One more, my love-- just one more." So another kiss you allow Tomas and he divulges in your lenience. Tangling his fingers through your hair, unraveling carefully, with each second of the more than one kiss he gifts you, the pins and jewelry covering your head. "One more." He whispers, pressing his lips to your neck; coaxing each piece of your phoenix red dress off from your body. Smiling as you do the same for him, tracing the gold embroidered details over his chest. The lovely red fabric slipping from his shoulders and waist the same hue of his skin beneath your palms. Pressed down against the fabric of your shared bed; gazing up with nothing but worship as you straddle him. Coated in candle light. The bruises of his lips illuminated in sweat on your neck and your own, of rose red, over the expanse of his sharp jaw. One, there, where the scar resides on his brow; another on the beauty mark on his cheek. Scattered all over his body where your lips may reach. Even then, both out of breath, Tomas can't stop smiling, and neither can you.

"If I said the words I wished to say---" "Yes, I would kiss you again, Tomas." You relish in the moment of peace that fills with your joined laughter. Waving cool air into your burning hot cheeks; only to be whisked away onto your back by Tomas. Using your moment of weakness to lay you down, pulling you into another willing, desperate kiss. This time, you can feel him every part of him; his weight, his skin against your own, his cock pressed against your inner thigh. Even now, tangled in your arms, begging and waiting for your permission. "Please." This time, you beg to him. This time, you forfeit everything to him-- your love, your beloved, the sharer of your heart. Pressing your hips against his own, running the length of his cock over your dripping cunt. "Please--- I need you, Tomas." Grasping him in your hand, dragging his head over your clit, coated in both his and your own slick. What resistance could Tomas offer? Nothing, to his love, this night-- you belong only to him and to you, he belongs. Your Smoke, your Tomas. "Anything for you."

#mortal kombat x reader #smoke #smoke x reader #smoke x wife! reader #smoke smut #smoke x female! reader #mk1 imagines #mk1 headcanons #khaosrealms #i want u all 2 know #that the cruel decision i made to end this where i did #was made in the heat of the moment #:flutters eyelashes:#i am... WILLING TO CONTINUE....

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dejwrld · 6 months

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CHOSOIST KINKTOBER GAMING PLAYLIST — WEEK 2

( COLD AS ICE ) 🎮 SUB ZERO!KUAI LIANG X SIREN!READER

— game synopsis: being the handmaiden of the grandmaster of the lin kuei has its perks. although you feel like an odd one out in a winter storm, your bond with the cold grandmaster seems familiar. as if you've experienced it before.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, takes place in the mortal kombat timeline where kuai liang is the lin kuei grandmaster, clit play, ice play, temperature play, mentions of reader & kuai being multi timeline lovers, slight mk 11 spoilers, mk 1 spoilers, reader has siren powers, fingering, edging, slight exhibitionism, mentions of reader getting memory lost, mentions of poison, it's a lot of jumps in this because i accidentally made it too plotty and got carried away, sorry if i write kuai a lil ooc..it's been a minute since i played mk11, sobs this fic all over the place and it's only own fault because i added too much plot for a kinktober fic

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀kinktober masterlist / previous playthrough

Your teeth chattered aggressively as your arms wrapped around your bare body in a poor attempt to mask the cold feeling. The goosebumps that decorated your skin felt painful, but it was most likely because you couldn’t calculate how long you’d been in the cold. You had to find warmth immediately, but when you pushed yourself to stand, you didn’t move. But you heard footsteps running vastly fast towards you. With your little strength, you dragged your body towards the sound of the footsteps. Each movement felt like a harsh punishment against the cold ground, and eventually, you gave up. Just as your body felt like it was about to give up, you sensed many men surround you as if you were a threat.

“Please..help..” Your voice cracks as you attempt to cover your body. “Please.” Your voice came off as a sweet plead that you thought would work on him.

Why wasn’t your powers working?

Some men weren’t sure to help because you were a helpless nude woman. Some didn’t budge from their defense stance to protect where you were. As you ask for help again, the lines of men depart in the middle, making room for one particular man. His head was held high, and even through your pending hypothermia, you could tell he was the one in charge. Everyone and you meant every single man that your eyes darted between, bowed out of respect.

You felt confused as your eyes met the man who stared down at you with an expression you couldn’t read. Your fingers were going numb to the point that they felt like they were burning off, and you grasped at your shivering limbs before you felt one of the men throw something over your bare body.

“Someone get something for her to cover up.” was the last thing you’d heard before everything went black.

It’s been weeks since you’ve been here. After you are found, you grow accustomed to your surroundings and the people around you—the Lin Kuei. Everyone around you seemed so strict, so disciplined—so strong. But it made sense, considering who their leader was—the Grandmaster. From your knowledge, he was the one who asked for you to be covered up before you blacked out. But besides that awkward interaction, you haven’t seen him around the estate. Some told you that you spent weeks in bed and he would come to see if you woke up, a task many parts of the Lin Kuei felt odd was happening. The Grandmaster frequently sees if the strange naked woman has woken from her slumber.

Now that you’ve been up and about for weeks, you had to admit to yourself that you weren’t used to the cold weather, but you’ll get used to it until you figure out what was going on. Your memories were still a blur. You remembered being on a boat and eventually in water for what seemed like days. Even as the memory of that churns around your brain, you still sense the feeling of familiarity here.

While you poorly attempted to place cups on a tray, humming along to a tune stuck in your head is ultimately the only thing keeping you sane. Just as you finished the assigned tasks, you could hear footsteps enter the estate's kitchen. From your time here, you managed to recognize many by the way they walked. Madam Xia was the head handmaiden in charge of every single handmaiden who served under Lin Kuei. Many of them have skills from basic combat training, cooking, sewing, medical, and some other things. Madam Xia has been with the fraction since she was younger, worked her way to the top, and has now overseen you since you were new.

You didn’t have any of these skills that the others had, so you were as confused as ever about why they placed you here. The man you met some weeks ago, The Grandmaster. From Madam Xia’s mouth herself, she told you that It was his idea until your memory came back or if he knew how to handle you and your situation.

“Your head is always in the clouds, young lady.” Madam Xia pointed out.

“It’s the only thing I can do, Madam Xia.” You sighed as you placed another item on the tray. “If you can’t tell, I haven’t made any friends.” Your eyes avert to glance at your reflection in the shiny silver tray.

“I mean, granted, the Grandmaster choosing you to be his handmaiden has caused some ladies to be uneasy.” Madam Xia’s voice trails off when she realizes this is the first you will hear the news. She had you doing many tasks for a reason.

“I don’t want that role.” You responded with a quickness. “I’m undeserving of such a high role. Especially since I have just got here. I’m still learning many things and think a more polished person would fit better.” Your words moved so fast that Madam Xia had to grasp at your arms to affirm you.

“The Grandmaster chose you personally.” Her chestnut-colored eyes scanned your face, watching the fear leave your eyes as her hands rubbed at your arms. “You’ll do fine; he chose you for a reason.” She smiles at you so hard that her eyes crinkle close. “Now, your first task is to give him this evening tea. If he has any, you’ll just place the tray down and step back for other orders.”

“That can’t be that hard.” You pointed out with a sly grin.

“It won’t be. Just place the tea on the table.” She explained.

You were beyond nervous; you weren’t afraid to admit that, especially with the whispers around the estate about the Grandmaster. With this role, any screw-ups could cost you your life, and you didn’t even think he would harm you. It would be the others that would do it. His men that stood loyally by his side. The other handmaidens you were sure could kill a man with the same utensils they shine.

“Madam Xia, do you know why the Grandmaster chose me?” You asked as you placed the tea on the tray.

“Young lady, I have told you to stop questioning his decisions. The decision is finalized, and don’t mess it up.” Xia had placed some more things on the tray for you to take to the Grandmaster before he was to rest. “You’re already an odd one out within the others—messing this up could get you exiled.” She fixes your attire from the back, and you realize her words sent a chill down your spine.

Madam Xia didn’t lie. You were the odd one out. A woman that the Lin Kuei found in the cold, starving, and no clue how she got there in the first place. They didn’t have to welcome you here in a place with some of the best fighters and protectors, but they did. Madam Xia knew that ensuring you knew how everything operates around here would be a challenge. But the older woman never backed down from a challenge. She always said you had a pretty face and voice that could comfort all. But another pretty face apart from the already bonded handmaidens and warriors in the Lin Kuei only caused you to be iced out by the others. With this opportunity given to you on what seems like a silver platter, it didn’t help your attempt to make friends.

“Remember, your belongings are already in your new room.” Madam Xia pointed out.

“My new room?” You questioned. Your eyebrows furrow together with confusion written all over your face.

“You’ll be serving the Grandmaster now, and it’s only right for you to be closer to him.” Madam Xia gave you one glance at you before speaking again. “I have trained you well, young lady, and you have learned very quickly. The Grandmaster has chosen you for a reason, and we may not know why, but we trust that he has made a good choice. Now, hurry and deliver his nightly tea before it gets cold.” Her finger points at you before she disappears in the darkness of the exit of the heated kitchen.

As soon as she disappeared into the darkness, you placed some extra things on the tray and finally made your journey towards the Grandmaster’s chambers. You mentally remember everything you’ve learned. You were to serve his tea from which side to how much to pour into the cups. You even timed your steps from the kitchen to the Grandmaster’s chambers. The three-minute walk outside in the cold weather could have any time shivering and teeth chattering together. But even with the cold weather that had you thinking you should have wrapped a cloak around your body, two men stood outside his quarters' entrance—standing tall with their heads held high as if it was the best feeling to be guarding the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

“I have brought the Grandmaster’s evening tea.” You bow before you can hear the door tugged open and immediately step inside.

The warmth of his chambers made you let out a sigh of relief. You bow your head out of respect, “I have brought your tea,” You put the tea on the small table to the left before finally lifting your head to get a glance at him.

You were pretty new, having only seen him once since that day. But the mere whispers from others intrigued you. They described him as stern, serious, and strong. That’s the energy you get from even being in his presence as you place the tea on the table. You went to pour the hot liquid into the cup, but he firmly stopped you. Indicating he can do it himself. But soon, his hand extended, gesturing for you to take the place before him. You did, sitting on your knees as you watched him pour the tea in the cups.

You purposely put two cups just in case he had guests.

“I have assigned this role to you to keep a close eye on you.” He explained. “While you’re here, you will follow the rules just like everyone else until you regain your memory.” He slides the cup of tea across towards you.

“I expressed to Madam Xia that I feel like this role could have gone to someone much more experienced.” Your eyes stare at your reflection in the hot liquid. “But, if you assigned this role to me because you don’t trust me. I understand.”

“It’s just strange.” He sips from the cup and makes eye contact with you, maybe to catch you in some form of lie.

Now, you were able to get a complete look at him. The scar that decorated his face traveled from his forehead, passed his eyes, and down his cheek. His dark brown eyes scan your face before speaking again, “Your training starts tomorrow morning.” He finishes the cup of tea just as you sipped out your cup.

“My training?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you sat up straight. “How can I be your personal aid if I’m training?”

“You can’t be my personal aid if you can’t protect yourself.” He backfired, leaving you there to bite back a response.

Your lips went to argue because you could indeed protect yourself. But with your powers not working now, you were as useless as possible. You could tell the training would be intense just by the way each member of the Lin Kuei carried themselves. It was as if they paraded around, always to be guarded and ready for everything.

“So, rest tonight, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

You blinked a couple of times to process what he was saying before standing up quickly. You bowed out of respect before speaking, “I hope you sleep well, sir.” You turn to leave, watching as the doors open for you, and you search to find the room that Madam Xia helped set up for you.

As the Grandmaster said, you had training tomorrow. It was intense training from the crack of dawn when the sun peaked through the icy mountains to late at night when the temperatures dropped drastically. Each day you spent with the Lin Kuei, you grew accustomed to everything. The Grandmaster and you grew close so you no longer mind being by his side. You took the position with more pride now—even if some still didn’t agree.

You thought that you were put into this strange predicament for a reason. You thought your powers being gone was a sign that maybe you weren’t meant to have them from the start. That the familiar connection you felt with the Grandmaster was a sign.

“Can I admit something that may come off as strange, Grandmaster?” You asked before you were about to leave.

“Kuai.” He corrects firmly as he was looking over the papers in front of him.

“I don’t think that’s approt-” Your eyes met him and you felt your cheeks heat at the way he looked at you. So, you corrected yourself. “Kuai, this feels familiar. Like it has happened before.”

You watch as his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. “Has your memory finally returned?” He questions.

“I don’t think so, but this feels familiar.” You repeated. “As if we’ve met before. I know it’s strange, and I can just be exhausted due to today’s work, but I just thought to tell you for some reason.”

That reason is that you were yearning for him to reaffirm your own thoughts. But he didn’t, so you found yourself explaining further your own thoughts. You stepped further into the room towards him before sighing, “I just feel like we were meant to cross paths for some reason. I was found that night for a reason. My powers are gone for a reason.”

“Powers? I think you just need some rest, Y/N.” He points out before his eyes look back to the things in front of him. “It’s been a long day, and you’ve been out in the cold for hours.”

You wanted to argue against his words, but you extended your hand and immediately touched his. His eyes stared at you with a shocked expression before you spoke, “Tell me about your day, Kuai.” Your lips curve into a kind smile similar to what you would do before you met him.

You watch as his eyes dilute before he’s rambling on about his day. Your heart quickened at the sight of this because your powers actually worked. You thought maybe that wouldn’t come back due to your memory of what happened that night being a big blur. But they did, you dropped Kuai’s hand and stood up frantically. His face scrunches up in worry as he watches you disappear out of the room in a hurry.

As your powers were slowly coming back, you avoided Kuai as much as possible. If you weren’t doing your duties as his handmaiden, you stayed in your room to avoid any other contact. Hell, you thought it was a bit dangerous for you to even communicate with other members of the Lin Kuei. One phrase could cause a person to be under your control. One song by the name of The Siren’s Song could make a person go mad. And you didn’t want to hurt Kuai or what he has built as the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

As you were going to do your nightly duties, you felt everyone staring at you. Some whispering and pointing as you walked toward the kitchen.

“Y/N!” Madam Xia approached you quickly. “Please tell me, the rumors aren’t true.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked as you looked at the elderly woman. “What’s not true?”

“That you attempted to poison the Grandmaster.” She whispers the last part as if it were a sin that could get her cursed.

“What? I would never! Who would spread such a rumor?”

“Y/N!”

Kuai’s voice interrupted your following words to Madam Xia. His head motions for you to follow behind him, and you hurriedly do what you were told. You weren’t sure if you should be confused or angered. With each step, one of the assassins that you were positive could take your life—attempted to follow behind. But Kuai gave them a look to cause them to back down.

You didn’t like how silent he was as you followed behind him. The only thing you can hear is your own footsteps against the stone as you walk by glaring eyes—glaring eyes that feel like daggers with each step you take. You didn’t understand how anyone would believe the lie that you would do such a thing. Poison a man you’ve grown to care for more than you expected. A man that you were in love with. Obviously, you were getting framed—you didn’t know by whom, but you were going to figure it out. You were sure you had mastered your powers to get someone to admit it (even though this was going against Kuai’s wishes).

As you stepped into the room with Kuai, the door shutting sent a nervous chill down your spine. You were hoping he wouldn’t believe such nonsense. But you knew he had to take such accusation seriously as the Grandmaster. You knew his most loyal men were outside those closed doors waiting for the cue to grab you or deadly enough—kill you if it was needed. But as your eyes watch him take comfort behind the chabudai table and rub his hands over his face, you can’t quite read his expression. You couldn’t quite read his body language.

It was as if you were standing before him for the first time when you were assigned to be by his side as his handmaiden. Your head bows in defeat because how can you defend your name without any evidence to back it out? The fact that the others of the handmaidens didn’t enjoy your company either didn’t help. But you knew the Grandmaster.

Actually, correction.

You knew Kuai.

With the power you had, you wanted to pinch yourself for even allowing your head to hang low in pity. You could make the people responsible for this pay with just a quick touch and your sultry singing voice. You lift your head high and as the situation finally dwells upon you, you want to let out a laugh. A quite loud, conceited one because of the fact that he would even think you would betray him. That you would even take the risk of poisoning him. Your fingers tugged at the strings that held your attire together. “Do you want to inspect me, Grandmaster?”

You untied your attire, revealing your undergarments. “How bare do you want me?”

“Y/N.” Kuai’s voice came out like a whisper; his eyes bore into you so intensely it felt like the candle helping bring light into the room was directly under your skin.

“For you to think that I would betray you.” Your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration, and you stepped forward where the only space between you and him was the chabudai table that he sat behind.

“So tell me, Grandmaster, would you like to expect me fully?” Your fingers slip to remove your undergarments. The pieces of fabric decorate the floor like cherry blossom petals on the ground.

Within the weeks of getting close and having the honor of calling him Kuai, you knew going back to the formality of him being called Grandmaster by you hurt him. It probably hurt him even more than you being accused of poisoning him. You sat down on the table in front of him, your hand grabbed a hold of his, letting his hand guide his way down your bare body. His fingers brushed against your hardened nipples.

“So, tell me now, Grandmaster. How will I be able to poison you if I have been by your side for months now?” Your teeth nibble at your lower lip, holding back a moan at how his hands caressed your body like it was so delicate.

A sigh passed by Kuai’s lips before he spoke, “What am I going to do with you?” He clicks his tongue, and before you can respond, he’s leaning in to kiss you.

You always imagine how Kuai would feel up close and personal, how his lips would feel upon your own. You asked if his body was as cold as the ice he could create using his hands. But now that you were indulging in a heated kiss with him, he brought you so much warmth. His fingers grasped upon your bare thighs, pulling you closer. His fingertips dragged along your smooth thighs, and you gasped, feeling the cool touch of his index and middle finger.

When you felt him rub against your wet folds, a chill tingled down your spine as your hand muffled a moan—realizing that someone could be guarding the door. The cold feeling of his fingers made you feel so numb, but a pleasurable numb. Your chest heaved in anticipation, waiting for him to finally give you what you want. You wanted him to touch all of you. You wanted him to indulge in the wetness between your thighs some more. And to most certainly stop the teasing.

“Please, Kuai.” You beg. “Give me more.”

Kuai wasn’t a man to deny seeing you in pleasure. He took pride in the way you looked right now. Bare for him. Naked for him and only him. Moaning and whimpering out for him. So, when he finally inserts two fingers inside your pussy, it causes his cock to twitch in suspense, seeing the way your eyes shift close and for you to finally hear that moan he was yearning for. The thrusting of his fingers continued, slow and steady to make you whimper for more. But also fast enough to watch your chest heave inward and outward and clutch onto his wrist to get him to slow down. Which he did, ultimately edging you on as he removed his slit-covered fingers to rub at your clit. A circular motion that made your toes curl, and your mouth let out coos of pleasure. His free hand pulls you closer to the table, this time resting one of your thighs upon his broad shoulders, completely trapping you from running away from what’s to come. His fingers circle the entrance of your pussy, and he’s indulging in it once again.

Your faces were inches apart and you leaned forward to kiss him again, but he moved backward. His lips twist into a smirk as he’s thrusting and curling his fingers into your pussy before adding another finger. His free hand held the small of your back, holding you in place to feel every jab of his three fingers. Your eyes water, but it isn’t tears of pain or sorrow—complete pleasure.

He forms a small piece of ice after letting you go with the free hand. His fingers still were knuckles deep inside you, and you were so embarrassed at the sound of how wet you were. The piece of ice he created, drags alongside your chest to your already hardened nipples, and you can feel yourself see nothing but stars and Kuai. Your thighs quivered at his touch and the only thing you can muster up the courage to do is moan.

The way Kuai’s cool fingers curled into you caused your back to arch off the table. Your toes curled in anticipation as you felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. Despite his cold hands rummaging over your body like a sex-deprived man, your body still felt hot, and a sheet of sweat decorated your plush body. Your hips roll to ride upon his fingers that were inside of you. But you completely lost it when he leaned forward, latching upon your puffy clit. His tongue flickers at it so powerfully that you are attempting to run away from his flicks of pleasure.

“I’m going to…” Your words drag out in a stifling whine. “Cum.” Your words finally let out just in time for to cum all over his fingers.

As you came down the spine chilly orgasm, your body felt exhausted. Your eyes were fluttering to stay open as exhaustion overcame your body. You felt Kuai lift you and place you down on the shikibuton. You felt a thick blanket get tugged over your naked body, and a soft pair of lips pressed a kiss upon your temple as the light from the candle melted away, even though sleep was creeping on you.

This felt a little too familiar, all of this. Your memory lost. Your powers. Him. Kuai.

All of this.

In another timeline, after saving the world (possibly again, considering that you’ve met yourself a total of five times the other day)—as you listen to Johnny Cage gloat about his movie idea, your mind was wondering about so many things, from returning home to your life as a singer and possibly giving Johnny the time of your day to star in his silly movie. You can already hear your manager’s voice questioning your whereabouts and how you’re even late with turning your album into your label. But the thing is, you weren’t even sure if that’s what you wanted to go back to do. You saved a timeline, well, multiple ones. That’s a story you’ll tell your children (if they would even believe it).

As Liu Kang shared his farewells to the group and the others, you quickly stood up because you wanted to ask him something. As if he read, your mind—his words caused you to stop abruptly in front of him. Your eyebrows knit together in frustration because it wasn’t something you wanted to hear, but it was something you had to accept.

“In this timeline, you and Kuai Liang aren’t meant to be. It may be formidable to accept, but trust in millions of other timelines—you two meet again, and time works in your favor.”

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